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whatareyousearchingfordean · 4 years ago

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#MountainLife

Summary: When a typical winter storm sends her car into a snowbank, Y/n finds herself face to face with her favorite actor. Will Jensen be able to dig her out or will the day have other plans for them?

Pairing: None, purely platonic

Word Count: 2.7K+

Warnings: Language, very minor car accident (no injuries)

Author's Note: Single-digit temperatures, lots of snow, and one wily Brit (@winchest09) gave me the idea for this mess. Also, Jensen in those damn sweats didn't help either. But in all honesty, I don't think I've been warm for three weeks. This helped make me smile through the shivering and I hope it does the same for you. xoxo Alex

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The chill that had settled in her room overnight roused the woman before her alarm had the chance. Y/n tucked herself further into the heavy blankets that she adorns her bed with every winter, but it was no use. The cold had successfully awoken her for the day, and not even the pocket of heat her body had created under the mountain of cotton could protect her now.

With a huff, she climbed from the fraction of warmth her bed provided and slipped on her heavy robe. Her feet shuffled as she made her way to the large bay window on the south side of her bedroom and tugged open the curtains. The expanse of her backyard and the woods that lay just beyond was blanketed in a thick layer of snow, large snowflakes continuing to fall as she observed the scene in front of her. Y/n smiled at the undisturbed white that shone brightly against the beginnings of the early morning sunshine, her tired eyes trailing to the back porch and the pile of snow that rested against the beams. From the sight, she could guess they had accumulated a foot so far, a little less than the evening news had predicted.

Since she was young, she had always had a loved winter and the unique beauty and serenity that heavy snow would bring. Some of her best memories were playing in the snow all day only to come home, chilled to the bone and pink in her cheeks, to a piping hot mug of cocoa. But as she grew older, that love had turned a tad sour when snow days turned into digging her car out and stressing the whole drive to work about the idiots on the road who act as if they have never seen snow before. She still basked in its wonder and beauty, but she hated having responsibilities that forced her to deal with its less than fun side.

Considering where she was located, the woman knew she would need to give herself extra time to get to work this morning, seeing as her drive and the main road would not be plowed by the city. Even though she had woken early, it still wasn’t enough time to pull out her snowblower and do the entirety of her drive. It was up to her SUV to get her into town in one piece.

With that thought in mind, she was quick to make it through her morning routine. She made sure to cut time wherever was possible. A shower that didn’t include washing her hair which allowed her to leave it down to frame her face, lighter than normal makeup, and one cup of caffeine instead of her normal two. Y/n decided against packing a lunch today and made sure to bundle up in heavy layers.

With enough time left to nearly double her commute, she headed out the door and into the SUV. The cabin was warm, the heat running full blast from when she started it ten minutes earlier and she sighed as she settled into her seat. The driveway met her with instant resistance to the spinning of her tires, but it was nothing the rubber couldn’t handle. The woman was cautious, taking the gradual incline of her drive at a slow pace to give her time to react to any sign that the tires were slipping.

Once she hit the main road, things were not much better. It seemed that most of the blanket that covered the mountainside had remained untouched, making her drive the first to lay down tracks. She could hear the snow brushing the underside of the vehicle, causing her to slow her pace even more to avoid any possible damage it may cause. At this point, the car was crawling down the hillside, barely rising above 25 miles per hour as she reached the valley.

Y/n made her usual left turn towards the city and where she worked, the back road winding up through the mountains before leveling off in town. It could be treacherous this time of year, but it wasn’t a path she hadn’t taken before. Having grown up in the area, Y/n had learned how to handle the slope and the snow from the moment she walked out of the DMV with her license at seventeen. In fact, the night before her driver’s test, they received over a foot of snow. If she could pass under those conditions, she was set. But not even the years of experience could have prepared her car for the hidden patch of ice that had settled beneath the snow.

The tires slipped against the smooth surface as she turned the corner, sending the rear of the SUV fishtailing to the right. Instinct had her correcting the path of the car before she could think about it, the turn of the steering wheel flipping the direction the vehicle was careening in.

“Fuck,” Yn hissed as she worked to fix things, making sure this time to not overcorrect her car. Her grip on the leather wheel was tight as the realization that she had to let whatever was going on happen, bracing herself as the car continued to slip into a snowbank on the side of the road. Luckily, at her low speed, the impact was minimal and she prayed the damage to her fender would reflect that. With a sigh, she pushed slowly on the gas, attempting to see if her car would get back onto the road, only to feel the familiar slip of the tires. The vehicle was only able to find enough traction to give her maybe an inch, but the incline was unforgiving.

“Well, shit,” she grumbled, pulling her phone from her purse before shutting off the car and hopping from the heated cabin. The snow crunched under her boots as she rounded the car to see if there was anything she might be able to do. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the tools in her trunk that would even come close to digging her out of the trouble she had gotten into. The frustrated woman kicked the rim of her tire, knowing full well it wasn’t her car’s fault she was in this mess, but it made her feel a tad better. She rounded back to jump back into the waning heat of the car to make the necessary calls to work and a tow truck. A voice rising behind her halted her hand on the handle.

“Hey! Are you okay?” The deep voice carried across the open street and to the troubled woman. Y/n spun her head to the sound, certain she recognized that distinct timber of the person calling out to her. Sure enough, as she blinked through the thick snowflakes falling through the air, she was greeted by the visage of the very last person she had ever expected to see. He wasn’t wearing much for a cold snowy day, just a pair of heavy sweats and a thick green henley topped off with snow boots, a beanie, and a pair of gloves. The tall man skidded to a halt a safe distance from her, a snow shovel hanging from one hand.

“Ma’am, are you hurt?” the return of his voice snapped her back to the reality that he was indeed standing in front of her. She was quick to straighten her features, hoping he hadn’t noticed the way her jaw had dropped.

“Uh, yeah… I mean no, I’m not hurt at all,” she fumbled over her words and silently cursed her lack of finesse. He visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping and a small smile gracing his lips.

“I didn’t think anyone would try and get into town today,” his brow rose as he attempted to hide the amusement on her face. Y/n was a good sport though, nodding her agreement to his assessment. “I heard the commotion from my porch and came running.”

“I can see that,” the woman took in the flush to his nose and cheeks and the way his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, the hot air from his mouth swirling into a white mist before disappearing above his head. With a giggle, she pointed to the shovel in his right hand. “Is that for protection?”

“No, I was clearing my porch thank you very much,” he tilted his chin at her. “You want some help getting out?” Y/n turned to look back at the mess behind her, a grimace returning to her face.

“You can try, but I’m pretty sure it’s hopeless.”

“Start her up, I’ll shovel,” and with that, he scooted past her and began to dig out the snow around her tires. Y/n suspected it was useless to argue and went back into her car. Most of the heat had faded by now from the inside, allowing the bitter bite of the mountain air to creep back in. She turned the engine over and waited for his signal. He appeared back at her door, slightly out of breath from his exertion and Y/n had to fight biting her lip at the sight.

“Try her out, let’s see if that helped,” he panted, his lips parted as his chest heaved. With a nod, she put the car in gear and pressed against the gas. The vehicle rocked underneath her, but the tires still struggled to gain any traction. He disappeared to the rear, attempting to push the car to give her the extra power needed. But it was no use. The snow was too deep and too heavy.

“It’s over,” Y/n sighed and put the car back into park before turning it off. The annoyed woman hopped back into the cold morning air. “Seriously, thank you for helping but I think my only option is calling for a tow.”

“You might be right.” Y/n watched the gears turning in his head through the faded green eyes she had dreamed about many times before. He pursed his lips, still trying to come up with a way to get her out and the woman wasn’t sure her nonchalant demeanor would last much longer in his presence. She bit down on the tip of her tongue and fished her phone from her pocket, looking up the number for the local tow service.

“Thank you though, for helping out a total stranger,” Y/n lifted the phone to her ear.

“No problem, honestly. I’m Jensen by the way,” he indicated, not offering his hand to her considering the state of the country, and to be honest most of the world, at the moment.

“Oh-” An automated machine picked up after the first ring, halting her reply. The message indicated the state of emergency the governor declared meant they weren’t taking calls until the weather let up. The shivering woman grimaced and hung up the phone. Jensen raised a brow at her, taking in the clear downstroke of her mood.

“The governor declared a state of emergency,” she answered his unasked question. “I guess I better call work and let them know I won’t be in, I hope it does leave them too shorthanded because with the state of the roads that wouldn’t be good. And I should probably call my insurance company, but we will see if they even answer considering,”

“Ma’am?” Jensen interrupted her ramblings.

“Y/n, please,” she corrected. “I was rambling wasn’t I?” The worried woman hadn’t realized the words were coming out of her mouth, the anxiety over her current situation overtaking her mind for that brief moment.

“A little,” he confirmed. “Listen, do you live close?”

“Not exactly. I’m about five miles down Sierra Trail.”

“Join me then?” Jensen suggested, indicating the drive that assuredly led to his house. Panic rose in her gut at the suggestion and her instant reaction was ‘that’s not happening’. The man standing across from her, no matter how many times she blinked, remained, and yet she still didn’t believe this wasn’t all a dream.

Of course, she had recognized Jensen as soon as his voice registered in her brain. He was only the one man she had spent more time watching on her television or scrolling past online. The man had saved her life and he had no idea. The last thing she could do was just waltz into his home when he didn’t have all the facts. He deserved to have all the facts.

“Oh no, I couldn’t,”

“I promise I’m not a serial killer or anything. My wife and kids are doing some finger painting in the kitchen as we speak and we haven’t left the house in weeks,” The man’s face softened as he looked at her, trying to convince the wary woman.

“It’s not that,” Y/n chuckled, earning a confused look from her favorite actor. The woman chewed on the inside of her lip, contemplating how to phrase the next thing she wanted to tell him.

“I-” A smile spread on her face as she got an idea. Y/n held up a finger to him and stepped to the rear of her car. She raised a gloved hand to brush away the accumulation of snow on the small side window to reveal the anti-possession decal that clung to the glass. She turned back to him with a sheepish grin, “I’m actually a huge fan. I just thought you deserved to know that before you invite me into your home.”

The numerous expressions that flickered past his features finally settled into a soft smile. “Well, thank you, that’s very kind. If you are a fan then you probably know that even if you planned to steal my underwear and sell it on the internet later, or even keep it, that I can’t let you stay out here on the side of the road and in the freezing cold for who only knows how long.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, you are welcome to stay as long as you need.”

“Thank you,” she sighed, her heart glowing in her chest at his offer. The fangirl inside her was losing her mind and trying to piece together what specific alternate reality fanfic she had fallen into. “I promise not to steal your underwear then.”

Jensen let out a snort, his head rearing back in laughter. “Well, I’ll make sure to count them before you leave, just in case.”

“Deal,” Y/n grabbed her belongings from her car and secured the vehicle before following Jensen. They crossed the road and dredged up the gentle slope of the Ackles’ drive. Y/n was finally beginning to feel the bite of the winter against her exposed face as the house came into view behind the heavy trees. The design was typical of the area and not much different from her own, well besides the sheer size of it.

The stairs were sprinkled with salt and half the porch held evidence of his attempt to clear it, only for the still falling snow to already destroy his efforts. The sound of children’s chatter filtered from the house as Jensen pushed open the front door. He toed off his boots onto a matt behind the front door and Y/n moved to follow his lead.

“Here,” he held his hand out to take her bags as she copied his action. “I’ll find something for you to change into and we can put your wet clothes into the dryer.”

“You really don’t have to do that,” her instinct to refuse anything offered to her was too strong to stop.

“Y/n, just relax. You are not sitting in wet clothes all day and that’s not just because I want to protect my furniture,” Jensen joked, also taking her coat as she shrugged it off.

“That’s easy for you to say,” she grumbled, following behind him further into the house. The voices of his family grew louder as they went and the woman was sure even at his distance, the actor could hear her heart thumping inside her chest.

As he passed under an archway, the tiny shriek of ‘Daddy’ met their ears, halting her in her steps. Y/n let her eyes close and took a few gulping breaths in one last-ditch attempt at steadying herself before she would spend her day with the Ackles’.

Somebody should pinch her...

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odderancyart · 6 years ago

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Y’all it was much too long since I wrote some proper Blackcherry. Shame on me.

Yawning, Red dragged himself out of the bed. His limbs were heavy, and his mind sleep-drunk, but he managed to make the double bed through pure auto-pilot. Dressing himself went on said auto-pilot as well as he pulled on the clothes he’d laid out the day before; black jeans and a black shirt with a skull on it. Once upon a time, he’d let his brother and Papyrus convince him to try dressing ‘more appropriately’ for work, but as it turned out, he got along much better with his students at the high school when he dressed like he wanted and told them to just fucking call him Red, none of that Dr Gaster-shit.

Being called by that name had been unsettling for many years, although he wasn’t certain why.

His mind still felt hazy as he slipped out of the bedroom, into the kitchen of their apartment. In his back of his mind, he heard the shower running. It always did, when he woke up. His steps had a tad more spring in them when he entered the kitchen, having woken up a little bit more, and he poured water and coffee powder into the coffee pot, placing it on the stove. As he waited for it to boil, he busied himself with taking out the eggs and bread they’d eat for breakfast, although he wasn’t allowed to cook before he had drunk some coffee in the mornings.

The sun shone in through the window, washing the apartment in light. The garden outside was covered in shimmer mist, and the leaves in the trees glimmered in orange and red. He smiled as he poured up a cup of coffee before immediately downing it; black and scalding hot. Red shook himself, blinking a couple times. Alright, he was awake. It probably wasn’t actually the caffeine that fast, but rather a placebo-effect, but who the fuck cared. It worked.

As he cracked the eggs into a pan, he heard the shower shut off. Soon bare feet tapped against the wooden floor as his husband made his way into their room to dress. Using the spatula, he scrambled the eggs with ham, just like Razz liked them. They had a system: Red would make breakfasts as Razz showered after his morning run, and Razz would cook most of the dinners.

After only a couple minutes, the same footsteps approached from behind, and Red’s soul skipped a beat as arms draped themselves over his shoulders. Razz’s head appeared next to his, resting on his shoulder, and he chuckled. The other must be tip-toeing to manage that. He turned his head to press a kiss to his cheek. “Mornin’, love.”

“Good morning, Red,” Razz replied, his eyes sparkling with energy and anticipation.

“Lookin’ forward ta yer big case today?” It was a great day for the entirety of monsterkind, truly. Razz, as the first monster attorney, would participate in a murder trial; and there weren’t even any monsters involved in the case. They’d simply employed him because he was the best. Red’s soul warmed at the thought. He couldn’t be prouder of his husband.

“If I am.” Razz slid of his shoulders, almost bouncing in place. It was rare to see the usually so collected skeleton so… unapologetically happy. And it was brilliant. Then he froze in place, fiddling with his tie – a replacement for the scarf he’d always worn Underground, and still often had when in casual wear. And wasn’t he just so goddamn handsome in those tailored suits? Red hoped he’d never get used to it. “I hope everything goes well.”

“Aw, sweetheart.” Moving the pan away from the stove, he turned around and swept the other up in his arms. Razz struggled, muttering something about his suit, but Red ignored that as he kissed his nose. “Yer th’ best. Yer gonna do fabulously, and become famous as th’ most skilled attorney around.”

Razz nodded, determination shining in his eyes. “You’re absolutely right. I am the best.”

“That ya are.” The breakfast was done, so he moved it over to plates, and fished up the toast from the toaster, and they sat down by the white table next to the window. The sunlight reflected on Razz’s bones, making him look as though he was shining. Red couldn’t help but smile. Stars, he was so lucky.

Quiet chatting followed them through breakfast, and then they were ready to leave. Because of Razz’s rules, their bags had been packed the day before. Normally they only needed to pack lunch, but Razz was going out to eat and Red had decided to pay for cafeteria food instead. The school cooks were quite skilled. So it was just to go.

Once he’d thrown on his leather jacket and his biker boots, and Razz was in his coat and fancy shoes, Razz grabbed his hand, smiling up at him. His purple eyelights shone. “Love you, Red.”

“Love ya too, darlin’.” By the Angel, he did. So much it felt like his soul was brimming over with it. They locked the apartment behind them, and soon stepped outside into the warm autumn sun. Despite the warmth, Razz shivered, and Red pulled him into a one-armed hug as they made their way over to the garage. In there, two beautiful motorcycles stood parked, as well as a sleek, black cabriolet. All theirs. With Red’s inherited fortune and the money Razz had saved during his years as lieutenant, they hadn’t had any problems buying them all.

Fishing up the keys to his bike from his pocket, he leaned down for a kiss. Razz threw his arms around his neck, dragging him down the last bit until their teeth clanked as they met. The kiss was quick but sweet, and Red sighed in happiness as they parted again. Smiling, he watched Razz as he threw a longing gaze at his own bike before sliding into the driver’s seat of the car. Unfortunately, a motorcycle wasn’t professional enough for an attorney, according to him. Red shook his head, chuckling quietly. Thank Asgore the same didn’t apply to Physics teachers.

“Have a good day, asshole,” Razz wished him as he started the car. The engine purred.

“You too, love. Good luck.” Red kicked up the kickstand, as he waved, and Razz threw him a kiss as he left. Once he was out of sight, Red glanced at the clock on his phone. His soul skipped a beat. Oh shit, he’d be late if he didn’t hurry. Without another thought, he straddled the bike, taking off.

#blackcherry #underfell #swapfell #uf sans #sf sans #i'm playing around with red's professions #(this one's inspired by Kamari3)#(or rather stolen #)#but i'm probably never changing my mind about razz as an attorney god i love that #my writing #fluff

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