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justwhisperingfantasies · 14 days ago

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The One That Got Away

Characters: Reader, (Y/N and nickname babe[s].) Jensen Ackles. Jared Padalecki. Misha Collins. Mark Sheppard. Ruthie Connell. Rob Benedict. Richard Speight Jr. Kim Rhodes. Osric Chau. Matt Cohen. Alexander Calvert. Briana Buckmaster. Eric Kripke. Lily (o.c) Abby (o.c) Emily (o.c) Mention of Karl Urban

Warnings: Domestic Violence And Mental Abuse. Angst. Mention Of Cheating. Mention Of Pregnancy Loss. Mention Of Blackmailing. Drinking. Language. Jensen Being An Ass. Reader Being Bitchy. Let Me Know If I Missed Any.

Summary: You thought you had left Supernatural and Jensen in the past, but almost 6 years later you get roped back in when your job is on the line.

Word count: 6,145

A/N: I've had this idea in my head for some time now. Finally got the chance to write it out. Hope y'all enjoy it. 💗

Please don't copy my work and post it elsewhere.

Like, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated 💗

You took a deep breath with your hand on the handle of the thick auditorium door. You can do this you thought to yourself. You haven’t been to a supernatural con in almost 6 years, and you didn’t think you’d ever be going to one another one. You push the doors open and the sounds of the crowd almost burst your eardrums. Everyone was talking, and excited, but your stomach was doing backflips the whole way to your seat. You felt so out of place. You thought about turning around and leaving, but you had a job to do and would get it done. You made it to your seat. First row, right in front of him. Your designated seat in the past. Of course, Eric would buy that seat. You rolled your eyes as you sat down.

Rob Benedict walks out on stage after his other bandmates. The crowd went absolutely bunkers. “Alright Vegas, are you ready?” Rob asked. The crowd went wild. You let your mind wander as Louden Swain starts their setlist.

Year 2006:

“I don’t think I can do this.” A nervous Jensen admitted walking up to the curtain on the stage between you and Jared.

“Jay, you got this,” Jared assured him.

Jensen took a deep breath. “Did you get the seat?” He looked over to you.

“Yes, I’ll be right in front of you. When you get nervous or overwhelmed just look down and I’ll flash you or something.”

Jensen let out a laugh lifting his face.

“Um, (y/n) I’m feeling a bit nervous too. “ Jared professed

You and Jensen glared at him. “I think you’ll be alright.” You told him walking over to the stage entrance

“You guys got this.” You kissed Jensen on the cheek. “I love you both.” You then kissed Jared on the cheek. “Have fun!!” You said as you turned to walk away.

“Love you too.” They said at the same time. You could hear the boys talking, but you couldn’t make out the words.

Lily was standing by the wall. She started walking with you as you passed. “Are you ever going to tell him how you feel?” You rolled your eyes and looked back at Jensen. He blew you a kiss and mouthed thank you. You nodded and gave him a smile.

“Probably not.” You said facing forward and continuing walking.

“Why the hell not?! You two would be so cute.” You sighed. “I mean you’re practically dating already.”

“Lily, leave it alone.” You said as you got to the door. You pushed the door open and walked into the auditorium, energy pulsating through the air as the fans waited for Jensen and Jared to come out on stage. You found your seat and sat down. Lily sat down next to you. They came out behind the curtain dancing as the band played their intro song.

The band starts playing Anyway You Want It by Journey bringing you out of your memory. “You guys really for them?” Rob asked and then started to sing the lyrics. Your heart hastens and you can hear it in your ears. Of course, Jensen and Jared come through the curtain dancing like the total goofballs that they are. Some things just never change you thought to yourself. You didn’t realize how much you missed this and them, the 3 of you were so close. Now you are just one of the ex-cast personal assistants of Supernatural. It broke your heart when you left the set, but it broke your heart more to be around him daily. They do their famous stage jump with Rob as the band hits the last chord.

“Should we make this official?” Richard Asked.

“Yes,” Jared answered, and Jensen nodded his head.

“Las Vegas and the surrounding counties, please welcome Mr. Jensen Ackles and Mr. Jared Padalecki.”

They bowed and sent kisses to the crowd then pointed at each other. “Have at ‘er boys,” Richard says as he shakes their hands and heads off the stage.

“Thank you to... Wait what was his name?” Jared jokes. Rob whispers in his ear. “Err Speight. Thank you, Richard Speight.” The microphone starts whining and the boys start holding their arms out and spinning them trying to get it to stop. Rob realized he had left his mic on, and he ran back on stage to turn it off.

“It's fixed! It’s fixed!” He yells at them as he runs back off stage.

“Rob Benedict, everyone!” Jensen says as he looks down. You didn’t think he could see you with all the lights pointed at him, but his jaw dropped and then his face lit up. He got Jared’s attention and pointed right at you. Jared yelled your name and waved. Welp, I guess he saw me. The microphone starts whining again, and they make a close encounter joke. Jared makes the theme noises.

“Hi, guys!” Jared said after the whining sound stopped. They welcome and thank the crowd after a lot of friendly banter between them. Then after some talk about Jared’s party patches. They finally get to questions. After three questions you hear yelling and cursing coming from the section to your right.

“FUCKING SAM AND DEAN. YOU ALWAYS DID LOVE THEM MORE THAN ME.” He yelled, slurring his words. You could tell he’d been drinking. "I BRING YOU TO THIS STUPID CON THING AND YOU DON’T PAY NOT ONE OUNCE OF ATTENTION TO ME. IT'S ALL ABOUT THESE PRETTY BOYS"

“Sir.” Jared tried to diffuse the situation.

“WHAT ASSHOLE?” Jensen rose to his feet. The man said as he stood up. “I’LL WHIP YOUR PRETTY BOY ASS?”

You quickly jump out of your seat and motion for Jensen to come to you. He walked over and squatted down. “Where’s Abby?”

Jensen looks around and points at her as she walks up to you.

“Hey Ab. I think the boys should go backstage until this is handled.”

“You can still read my mind (y/n)” Abby handed you a crew pass “Here take the boys backstage. I have a feeling we will have to call the police.”

“No,” Jensen said.

“Jensen please, we don’t want some drunk hurting you or Jared.” You tried to convince him.” And God forbid you catch an assault charge because of him.”

“I’m not gonna fight.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “I won’t start the fight.

“Please” You pleaded.

“I SHOULDN’T HAVE LET YOU COME TODAY. YOU AREN’T A GOOD WOMEN. ALWAYS PUTTING SAM AND DEAN’S PUSSY ASSES BEFORE YOUR HUSBAND. WHAT A WHORE.”

Jensen’s jaw tightened and he jumped back to his feet. You yelled at Jared, you pointed at him then Jensen, then to the backstage area. Jared walked up and nudged Jensen “Come on man. Let’s go backstage and let security handle this.”

Jensen put his mic up to his mouth. And the crowd gasps. “Listen, guys... Hey!!” Jensen yelled into the microphone. The man had backhanded his wife, and you look over in time to see the man trying to rush the stage. A hurtful cry comes through the speakers as Jensen throws down his mic and jumps down from the stage. You caught him before he got far. You put your hands on his chest and tried to hold him back.

“Jensen please.” You pleaded as you struggled. You grabbed his face with both hands and made him look at you. “Come on please.” His jaw was still clenched, and his fists still held tight fists, but he stopped fighting you. “Ross.” His eyes dropped to yours and he wrapped his hands around your wrists. “Let’s go backstage.”

“One second.” He said looking over your head.

“Jens..’”

He cut you off. “I’m good, Babes.” You guys watched as the security guards zip-tied the man’s hands behind his back and took him into the lobby. “he’s gone. I wanna make sure she’s ok.” He grabbed your hand and started walking. Your feet didn’t move.

“I’ll go, but I can’t.” You shook your hand out of his. He looked at you with disappointment in his eyes and slowly nodded. “Come on.” You started walking up the aisle and he followed you.

“Is she ok?” Jensen asked Abby once you got to her. Jared walked up beside you and tugged on your hair. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“I’m ok,” the lady said as she held her cheek.

“I think we should still have the EMTs check her out, Ab” Jared said

“Yes, they are on their way now. “

Jensen sat down in the empty seat beside her. “What’s your name?” Taking the icepack from Abby and putting it on her cheek. Abby walked to the aisle to talk to one of the police officers. They started pulling witnesses for their statements.

“Uh. Em. Emily” she stuttered

“You sure you’re ok, Emily?” She turned pink when Jensen said her name.

“Yes, I am fine.”

The EMTs walked up. “Will you let them check this out?”

“It’s really not necessary, Mr. Ackles.” She reassured him.

“Please for me?” she nodded. You rolled your eyes, and Jared nudged your arm with his elbow. You looked at him with knitted brows.

“Be nice." He whispered. You felt the urge to roll your eyes again but held it back. Jared tilted his head and started walking. You took the hint and followed him “I was scared there for a minute.” He said after you guys walk a couple steps away.

“Yeah, me too.” You confessed.

“I swear you’re the only person that can get him to calm down when he’s that pissed off.”

“Aw is he immune to the puppy dog eyes, Padalecki?” you teased.

Jared rolled his eyes. “Not yours apparently.”

“Trust me. It’s been proven that he is.” Jared furrowed his brows, but you just shook your head and walked away.

Well, I guess Jensen never told him you thought as you walked back to stand beside Abby. Jared followed.

The EMTs looked her cheek over and determined there were no fractures or teeth damage, but there

might be a slight bruise. “Thank you,” she said as they packed their bags up.

“Not a problem.” They said as they walked away.

Just then a Police officer walked up “I think we got statements from just about everyone. Did you guys see anything?” He looked at you then Jensen, Then Jared.

“Yea. We were on stage. You could tell he was drunk the way he was yelling. He started cussing, threatened him.” He pointed at Jared “I could see her lips moving, I assumed she was trying to get him to calm down, and then he slapped her.”

The officer turned to Jared. “Yeah, that’s what I saw too.”

The officer turned to you. “I didn’t see it, but I think it’s obvious what happened.”

“Ma’am, can I have a word with you.?”

The woman looked so nervous. “Want me to go with you?” Jensen asked her.

“Oh no, Mr. Ackles. You are supposed to be answering questions right now.”

“It’s Jensen.” He looked at you.

“I can go with you if you want Emily.” You offered.

“You don’t have to do that.” She said.

“I really don’t mind, come on.” You gestured for her to go ahead.

He nodded and got up. “Thank you,” she said as she passed. You walked with her out to the lobby and the boys went back to the stage.

As you walked into the lobby Emily started looking around. “Ma’am we put him in the backseat of the cruiser. He can’t hurt you now.”

She started to tell the officer what had happened. Her voice started to crack, and you put your arm around her shoulders for support. You helped her get through everything and then she explains this isn’t the first time. Your heart broke for her. “Would you like to press charges?” She looked at you.

“It's up to you, but if it was me I would. You don’t need that in your life.”

She looked back at the officer. “Yes sir.”

“Ok well, you probably paid a pretty penny for this show, so go enjoy and you can stop by later. I’ll be there all night. If you need anything before that here’s my card. Don’t hesitate to call.” He handed her his card and walked back over the door with you two. She thanked him as he opened the door. “No problem.”

“You can have my seat, I can watch from the sides.”

“You really don’t have to.” But you were already leading her passed where she was sitting.

“Hey, there she is!” Jensen said into the mic as he noticed the two of you. “Everything good?” you gave him a thumbs up as you her to your seat and sat her down. They continued asking questions.

You took a knee in front of her “Let me see your phone.” You put your number in after she handed it to you. “There’s my number if you need anything text me, ok?”

“Thank you (y/n) for everything.”

“you’re welcome, Emily. Have fun,” you walked to the side of the stage.

Abby was standing there. “Let her through.” She told the security guards. You thanked them as they let you through the gate. “Just like riding a bike huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“So why are you here?” You looked at her with wide eyes. “Not that I’m not happy to see you. I just thought you were done with the whole Supernatural scene.”

“Work. “

“Ahh, how is the big boss?”

“He’s alright. Stressed at the moment.”

“Ha. When is he not.” Someone called for her over the walkie. She took a couple steps back. “Hey, I gotta go check on something in the back. Can you wrangle the boys and get them to their photo op for me? I bet they’d love that.”

You sighed “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” She turned and walked away. You watched Jared and Jensen answer questions and joke with their fans. Richard and Rob came back on stage seeing the last question song. Jensen started singing with them as Jared moved their chairs and brought the fan onto the stage. The lady was so excited. After joking with the boys she asked her question. The boys answered. They hugged and thanked her. Richard and Rob started singing again. Jensen joined in after hugging the fan.

“I just wanna say guys we wouldn't be anywhere without you.” Jensen nodded along as Jared continued. “So thank you. We love you. See ya later guys.” They both wave and blow kisses. Jensen points at you and then to the back. You nod and head that way.

“(Y/n)!!!!” Jared yelled as he ran down the hallway to you. You were in his arms twirling around before you could even say anything.

“Jared, put me down.”

“One more time.” Jared spun around one time and put you down. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming today?”

“Well, it was kind of a hasty decision. Lily was supposed to come, but she had a family emergency. So I got sent here.”

“Why?” Jared asked.

“For me,” Jensen said.

“ Ya know you could just say yes and make my job a lot easier.” You said turning to him

"Yeah, but what’s the fun in that.” You rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

“ Well, well, well. Look who it is.” Richard said dramatically as he walked up behind Jared.

You smiled. “Oh my gosh, it’s Richard Spade Jr” You mispronounced his last name on purpose.

“I never knew how much I missed that until right now.” He said walking towards you with open arms. You stepped towards him returning the gesture. “how long has it been?”

“5 and a half years,” Jensen answered in a dejected tone.

“Damn. Well, you look great, my dear.” He said as he released you.

“Thanks. Spade you don’t look awful yourself.”

He chuckled. “A bunch of us are going down to the bar for drinks tonight. You should come. I know everyone would love to see you again.”

“Eh,” Jared shot you his puppy dog eyes. “Damnit Padalecki! I’m in.”

Richard turned to Jared with his fist up. Jared bumped it with his. “see you guys later.” Richard said as he walked away.

“So, photo op?” you asked. You spun on your heels and started to take a step.

“Yeah, but I gotta grab something real fast. I’ll meet y’all there.” Jared said. You sighed quietly as he walked away.

“So, this isn’t awkward,” Jensen said sarcastically.

“Pretty sure talking about how awkward it is makes it worse. “ You started walking.

“I tried to call you. “ Jensen said catching up to you.

“I know.” You admitted.

“so you were ignoring me.”

“What did you expect Jensen?”

“Yeah. “ He sighed. “I get it.” You walked in silence for a couple minutes. “ How have you been?”

“Good.”

“That’s all I get?” He grabbed your arm stopping you. “ Look I know I fucked up and I know you hate me, but if we are going to work together again we are going to have to find a way to be civil with each other.”

“If I hated you I would have let you get arrested today.” He gave you a little smile.

“But twice Jensen.” He gave you a puzzled look. “You fucked up twice.” You said heavy-hearted and continued walking.

“Damnit Jared Where are you?” you thought out loud as you whipped your phone out of your pocket.

“I’m sure he’s close,” Jensen said trying to calm you down.

“ Call Jared.” You said into your phone.

“I’m right behind you. (y/n) calm down.” Jared yelled from behind

“I’m not even working this event and y’all are gonna get me in trouble.”

“Nice to see you haven’t lost your Texan roots there, sweetheart,” Jensen said and you glared at him.

You opened the door, and the long line of people started cheering. Abby was already there. “You guys are late.” Jensen and Jarod walked up to the backdrop and started greeting fans.

“It’s the tall one’s fault.” You said standing beside her

“Somethings never change. You sure you and Jensen weren’t making out in the hallway again.”

“Abby.” You said through gritted teeth

“Sorry. Sore spot got it.”

“Is that?” You heard an angel’s voice with a Scottish accent.

You turned around. “Ruthie!” she started walking quickly toward you and you squeezed her tight meeting her halfway. “Ruthie I am so glad you’re here.” You tried to hold back the tears.

“Come with me, love.” She kept one arm around you and took you to the hallway. “What’s going on? Are you back?”

“No. I’ve been working with Eric on The Boys. He wants Jensen to play this part. Eric sent me here to try to convince him to say yes.”

“Why the hell would he send you with everything that happened?”

“Lily was supposed to come, but she had a family emergency. He didn’t have anyone else. Plus, I get to see all of you guys. So, it’s really not that bad. Jensen and I just got in a little tiff before we came out here and being face to face with him again. Even after 6 years. And I’m pissed off it still hurts.” A tear rolled down your cheek.

“I know Babes. “She hugged you again. “Are you gonna be able to work with him again, if he does say yes?”

“I’m gonna have to. I’m finally writing Ruthie. You sighed. “I wish that night never happened. I should have kept my big dumb mouth shut.”

“They say it’s better knowing than not.” She sighed. “But I think that’s a bunch of bullshit.” She said making you chuckle. “I wish there was something I could do for you. my dear.”

“This helps. “

She squeezed you tighter. “I know this is hard for you, but I am very glad to see you. These things aren’t the same without you.”

You smiled. “I miss you too, where were you headed?”

“I have a panel in a few minutes.”

“You should go I’ll be fine.”

“Everyone is going out tonight.”

“I know. Richard and Jared already got me to agree to come.”

“You sure you’re, ok?” you nodded. “I’ll see you tonight.” She hugged you one more time and kissed your cheek.

“Have a good panel,” you said, and she smiled at you as she walked out the door. You leaned your back on the wall and slid down until you hit the floor.

You heard the door open, but you didn’t look up. Misha sat in front of you with his face in his hands.

“Whatcha doin'?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Just admiring this hallway.”

“It’s a very nice hallway, but I think you’re lying.”

“Misha, I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He stood up and put his hand out “Ok then, Let’s go drink.” You smiled and took his hand. You forced yourself not to look in Jensen’s direction as you and Misha made your way through the lobby.

“So, I have a question.” You said hopping on the barstool. “How did you know I was in the hallway?”

“A little bird asked me to come check on you.” he got the bartender’s attention. “You still drink your whiskey neat?”

“Yes, please. Are you done for the day?”

“Yep. I’m all yours,” he ordered your drinks. “How is work?”

“It’s going well. I am a paid writer now Mish.”

“(y/n)!! That’s incredible, kiddo. I am so proud of you.”

“How’s everything with you?”

“Good. Gish is going to start soon. I am writing a poetry book, and Vitoria and I are working on a cookbook,”

“Fun. How’s Random Acts?”

“Oh, it’s great. Thank you, by the way. Don’t think I don’t notice your monthly donations”

“No thanks needed. I’m happy to help.” The bartender sat down 2 whiskeys in front of you “You drinking whiskey now?”

“I do occasionally and I’m not gonna let you drink alone.” You clicked glasses with him and you both took the shot. “I should go slow though. It’s been a while.”

You tapped your glass when the bartender looked your way, he nodded and poured another round for you. “Thank you,” you said as he sat the second glass in front of you.

“Well, I see we are pre-gaming over here,” Richard said as he walked up to you.

“Have to if I gotta deal with the Supernatural cast tonight.” You teased

“Oh, come on. You know you miss us Ms. Paid writer.” You gave him a puzzled look. “Jared told everyone all about it.”

“Of course he did.” You sipped your drink this time.

Richard sat down on the other side of Misha and ordered his drink. Misha leaned back in his chair. “Don’t be mad. He’s happy for you. We all are. “

“I know.”

As the events of the day ended more of the cast and crew walked into the bar area. “You want another one?” The bartender asked you.

“Um, I’m gonna slow down. I’ll take a bud light.” The bartender went to get you one “I don’t wanna get Bello drunk.”

Misha and Richard laughed. “Do you remember the first year we went?”

You smiled and nodded “When Jared almost got arrested?”

“Jared almost got arrested?” Richard asked.

“Rich you should have seen him. He was so trashed. He kept screaming...”

“BELLO” you and Misha yelled and then started laughing.

Just then you felt arms wrap around you from behind. “I didn’t believe Ruthie, but you are here.”

“Oh. Mama Kim? You stood up and squeezed her.

“THE PARTY IS HERE!” You heard from the doorway. You look over to see Jared, Jensen, and Mark walking in the door. Everyone laughed. Jensen looked you in the eye and you could see his concern. He raised his eyebrows, and you nodded letting him know you were ok. The bartender sat your beer in front of you stealing your attention.

“Thank you.” The bartender nodded. Your eyes went back to the same stop, but he was already on the other side of the bar.

“(y/n) You’re already 2 whiskies in?” Jared asked.

“Misha ordered them.” He looked over at Misha who just shrugged. “Better catch up Padalecki.” You teased.

You jumped as a piercing scream pierced your eardrums. “Y/N!!” You didn’t even have to look you know it was Briana. She ran up to you and practically jumped on you. “Oh my god! Look at you. You look so great and pretty.”

“And deaf now. Thank you.”

“You’ll be fine. Tell me everything. Kim told me you have a new man” Briana was still yelling.

You looked at Kim “I do?”

“Well last time I called you, you were with a man.”

“Karl?” you started laughing. “No.”

“Well, you guys were out to lunch. At a very nice restaurant.”

“Oh, my alert the media.” You rolled your eyes. “Doesn’t mean he’s my new man.”

Your eyes scanned the room and stopped at Jensen who was sitting alone. “Jared.” You pulled him down to you. “Go sit with him.” You whispered into Jared’s ear.

“Or you guys can pin what the hell is going on between you and we could all hang out like old times.”

“Jared.”

“Come on, B. For one night. Please.” He put his lip out. “Don’t make me bust out the puppy eyes again.”

“I hate you.” You looked back to Jensen. He did look lonely. Damnit. “Fine.”

“Yes!!” He said waving over Jensen.

Jensen looked at you. You rolled your eyes and motioned him over. He smiled and jumped up. “So, what are we talking about?” Jensen walked up to the group.

“Apparently (y/n) has a new man,” Richard said.

Jensen raised his brows. “Oh really?”

“Well, apparently if I have lunch with a guy that means I’m fucking him.”

He smirked. “Good to know.”

“(y/n) do a shot with me.” Briana requested handing you a glass.

“Oh, come on.”

“Can’t handle your liquor anymore?” Jensen teased. You glared at him, clinked her glass with yours, and took the shot. He smiled.

“A table just opened guys. Come on.” Jared yelled, everyone walked over to the empty table. You stood in place and watched them. You really missed this.

Kim nudged you, “You alright babe?”

“Yeah.” You grabbed your beer and headed over to the table.

“Babes!!” Mark yelled.

“Did you really just notice she was here?!” Jared turned to him

“Shut up Moose.” He said as he walked around to hug you.

“How are you, love?” Mark asked as he squeezed you.

“I’m good. How are you?” you said as he released you.

“Good. The babies are getting big.”

“Yeah, I saw the pictures in the group chat. They are adorable.”

“Thank you. When are you gonna have a couple rugrats?”

“Gotta find a good guy first.” You glanced at Jensen who was glaring at the tv on the wall. I wonder if he heard.

“Yeah not many of us left,” Mark said and you chuckled.

“(y/n) over here,” Jared called out panting the empty chair between him and Jensen. You didn’t want everyone to ask questions, so you had no choice but to go sit down. Fucking fantastic you thought. Ruthie and Rob finally made their entrance and grabbed extra chairs to sit at the end of the table. Ruthie raised her eyebrows and tilted her head toward the bar.

You took the last drink of your beer and stood up. Jared looked at you, “Refill. Dude chill. I’m not gonna make a run for it.”

Jensen huffed. “Well, ya never know.”

You laughed in frustration and leaned down to Jensen’s ear. “I’m trying really hard here.” He smiled. “For Jared and Jared only.” His smile faded, “Unless you want everyone to know the real reason why I left I’d shut up if I were you.”

“Yeah, I’ll take another beer. Thanks, babe.” He said loud enough for everyone to hear.

You rolled your eyes. “Anyone else?” A couple of people raised their drinks. You walked up to the bar and Ruthie joined you. “I’m gonna punch him.”

She laughed, “I don’t think that’s the best course of action there babe.”

Everyone cheered as Alexandra, Osric, and Matt walked in.

“Where y’all been?” Jared asked walking up behind you.

“Got caught up.” Osric lied.

“That means they were hitting on some babes in the lobby.” You turned to face the 3 boys.

“be right back,” Alex said and walked to the bathroom

Osric’s face lit up. “Oh my god. Babes.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground. He spun as he squeezed.

“Damnit, Oz. Put me down!” he didn’t. You looked up at Jared. “What is the infatuation with picking me up?”

Jared shrugged “It’s fun.”

Osric put you down as the bartender walked over “What’ll it be boys?”

They ordered their drinks and then the bartender looked at you. “ I got 4.”

“Hit me,” the bartender said.

“Bud Light, corona, vodka cranberry, and a long island.” He nodded and walked to get the beers.

“So what are you doing here?!” Osric asked you.

“Boss sent me.” You hopped on the barstool.

“Oh, who’s he gunnin' for?”

“Who do you think?”

Osric chuckled. “definitely Ackles if he' sends you.”

“It was supposed to be Lily, but something came up and ta-da.” You felt his eyes on you so you glanced over at Jensen. He looked away and took the last drink of his scotch and soda. You turned back around.

“How is Lily?” He asked.

The bartender brought over the beers. “Gimme just a sec on the drinks.”

“Can you add a scotch and soda to mine please?”

“Sure thing”

“She is good. She’s a cast p.a now.”

“aw following in your footsteps.” He said. Alex came out and walked up to get his beer. “Have you met Alex?”

“No, I left mid-season 9. Right after Kevin died actually.”

“Shh spoilers.” Jared teased. You chuckled.

“It’s an honor to meet you.” Alex put his hand out.

“Umm. What? You shook his hand. “I assure you I’m nobody special.”

“The famous Babes. They talked about you so much. Especially Jensen and Jared. They really missed you after you left.” The bartender brought over all the mixed drinks.

He pointed at the boys and gave them their total, then did the same for you. “It's all on me,” Osric said and slid his wallet out.

“You sure bud?” You asked. He nodded. The bartender put the ones for the table on a try for you. “I’ll be right back Ruthie.” You took the tray over to the table and started handing out drinks. “Compliments of Mr. Chau.” They all yelled “Thank you” and he nodded.

Jensen wasn’t in his seat. He was over by the jukebox. You sighed and walked over to him. “Here.” There was a little more force behind the glass than you intended when you put it in his hand.

“Thanks, babe.” He said sarcastically. “I think you missed your calling. You’d be a great waitress.” He said passive-aggressively.

“Yep.” You said with bitchy attitude and turned to walk back to the bar.

“Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me?” He asked in the same tone causing you to stop and turn around. “Will he fire you if I say no?”

“Take the job. Don’t take the job. I really don’t care anymore. If Eric wants to fire me because some jackass can’t get over his petty bullshit and grow up, then I don’t want to work for him anyway. “

He gently grabbed your arm “I’m the one who can’t get over it?”

You sighed. “Jensen, I don’t wanna do this here.” Your eyes started to water.

“Fine.” He grabbed your hand and led you outside and into the alley beside the hotel. “Then we do it out here.”

“Jensen.”

“What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?”

“Really you were just being a total ass in there. And now you wanna play the victim?”

“Oh, sweetheart I’m not trying playing victim. We all know I’m the bad guy.”

“Yes, you are.” You wiped a tear away.

“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked and he dropped the asshole attitude. “It’s really fucking hard to be around you. It kills me to look at you knowing that you hate me, so I put on a macho tough guy act. And I turn into an asshole.”

“How could you think it would ever be the same?” you wiped another tear. “You wanna talk about something killing you, you were my best friend. The love of my life. The one person I knew would never judge or hurt me. I could come to you about anything. I loved you with everything I had Jensen.” You looked up into his watery eyes. “How could you cheat on me?” you crossed your arms over your aching chest as you said it out loud. “And then you married her? And then the night before your wedding you came to my house. I put my heart out there again and asked you to pick me and look what happened.”

“I had to.” He said through clenched teeth.

“What?”

“She was pregnant. I had to marry her.” You took a deep breath as he raked back his tousled hair with his fingers. “She blackmailed me into the marriage. And then she lost the baby. Then I got blackmailed again.” He wiped the tears off his face. “I was blackmailed and forced to stay in a miserable marriage for Four years. Four years babe and I hated every second of it.”

“I didn’t know.” You whispered.

“I couldn’t tell you. you refused to talk to me.” You opened your mouth, and he held his hands up and you closed it. “Which was understandable. I fucked up, Hell back then you probably wouldn’t of believe me. Again understandable.” He took your tear-soaked face in his hands and started wiping them away. You tightened your arms, raising your elbows to keep the space between you. “The biggest regret I have in my life is that night. I would do anything, and I mean anything to take it back. I hate that I hurt you, I hate that I broke your trust and your heart.” He took a deep breath. “I hate that I lost you and I’ll never be able to get you back.” You looked from his eyes at the glistening line the teardrop had left on his cheek. “My world ended when I lost you.” You looked back at his deep verdant eyes with tears escaping them. “Then we went on hiatus, I couldn’t find you or get ahold of you. I tried my damnest for 8 weeks. Every day I called everyone I could. I went to your house. Your mama’s house. Everywhere I could think you’d be. Nobody knew where you were and if they did, they wouldn’t tell me. Then I got a call saying I’m gonna be a dad. I've been in hell ever since. Seeing you in your seat today was the first spark of hope I’ve had in a very long time.”

You jumped when you heard the clanking of a trash can lid fall. “I um just um. I’m just g-g-gonna go.”

“Fucking Padalecki.” You said with a chuckle.

Jensen gave you a small smile.” Look (y/n), the last thing I wanna do is get you fired or in trouble, but I don’t know if I am strong enough to be around you every day with us in this state. I’ll call Eric first thing in the morning and tell him you tried, but scheduling conflicts or something. I’ll figure something out. I’ll make sure you’re ok though.” You nodded. He let go of your face. “I am truly regretful of everything that I did to you and what I put you through. I really hope one day we can be friends again.”

You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do. You heard everything, but it was too much to process. You just stood there looking at the ground. “Babe.” You looked up at him. “I can’t leave you standing in a dark alley at night by yourself. Can I walk you back in?” you nodded. He gestured for you to go first and followed as you started to walk.

Ruthie and Jared were waiting for you guys by the front doors. “Hey there, love,” Ruthie said. She held her arm out. You slid under it and put your around her. Jared opened the door for you and then it shut behind you. “What happened out there ?”

“Cognitive overload.”

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lady-of-tearshed · 4 months ago

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Scarred

Nessian & OC!Nessian daughter Briana

Cassian Week 2024

@cassianappreciationweek

Day 5: Scars

Summary: Cassian's traumas comes back to haunt him when their daughter naively wishes for a real war, like the ones in her books.

Warnings: Angst, Pregnancy, PTSD/Panic attack description, Cassian raising his voice, flinching, mention of an explosion, mention of death, mention of war.

Word count: 1,687k words

A/N: Good luck with the angst. The lady of tearshed has striked again, hope your heart can bear this one! 💕 Love y'all! Xx

The pretty dividers are made by the very talented @tsunami-of-tears ❤️

The sun was starting to set, but the laughter and excited shrieks of children were still roaring at the River House. They were all playing with the wooden swords Rhysand had gifted Nyx for his tenth birthday.

Briana, despite being the youngest one of her cousins, was ferociously defending herself. But Cassian knew her bed time was coming, and that if he didn't put a stop to their game real soon, his little princess would be in a piss poor mood all day tomorrow morning. And with Nesta carrying their second child, he didn't want her to deal with Bri's grumpiness tomorrow. His pregnant mate didn't need that additional stress.

He whistled, loudly, and Briana's eyes immediately shot to his direction, a broad smile spread across her face as she ran into his direction. Cassian opened his arms for her and she jumped into them, nuzzling her little nose against his.

“Did my little princess have fun today?” Cassian said, kissing her forehead.

“Yeah! I want the same gift as Nyx's for my birthday!”

Cassian laughed. Typical Briana's answer, always wanting to be the same as her older cousin. “Your birthday is still ten months away, Bri. Don’t grow up too fast.” He chuckled.

Nesta approached them, and Cassian slid a protective hand around her hip. His fingers stroked the side of Nesta’s still small baby bump, and bent down. “Hi you two…” He whispered in Nesta’s ear, before kissing her cheek. “Ready to go?”

“Yes.”

“No!”

Nesta gave the pair of eyes that meant “Don't you dare throw a tantrum just now, please.” to her daughter, then sighed. “Princess… Baby and mommy are very tired. How about we invite Nyx at home tomorrow?”

Briana huffed, looked at Nesta’s belly, hesitated. “Okay… I'll go say bye to Nyxie, Bastian, Emett and Poppy…” She mumbled, then hopped off Cassian's arms to run to her cousins, aunts, and uncles to tell them goodbye. Lingering and taking her time, obviously.

Cassian held Nesta against her, watching their beautiful daughter chattering with their family, before turning his gaze to Nesta's. “How are you feeling?” He frowned, his Fae male instincts kicking in, telling him to check up on his pregnant mate.

Nesta rolled her eyes, a playful glint shining in her eyes. “Pregnant, sweaty, and full with your child… Not much different than six years ago.”

Nesta winked at him, and Cassian's hrin grew even wider. Before he could get another taste of his mate's delicious lips, Briana ran in their direction, wiggling in their embrace.

“I'm ready!” Briana proudly announced.

Cassian was drained, exhausted. The three of them were tightly squeezed into Briana's “big girl bed”. Nesta was reading out loud a bedtime story about princesses, princes and soldiers fighting against cruel Nagas.

His calloused fingers were brushing through his daughter's dark curls, careful not to get tangled in any knots. He was starting to wonder which one of them would fall asleep first.

Nesta closed the book shut when the story ended, and Cassian's eyes shot open. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and yawned. “Alright… It's time to sleep now princess…” He mumbled into Briana's hair, pampering her cheek with kisses.

Cassian helped Nesta roll out of the bed, then softly tucked in Briana, just how she liked it, he even placed her favorite plushies to watch over her.

“I wish there would be a real war going on…” Briana mumbled sleepily.

Cassian froze, he kneeled beside Briana's bed, and his jaw clenched. “We don't wish for things like that. Ever.” He growled.

Briana’s brown eyes fluttered open, and silver lined them when she took in Cassian’s furious expression. “B-But–”

“There are no buts,” He raised his voice slightly, panic surged through him, his stomach was churning.

“Cassian…” Nesta warned from the door frame.

“There are no buts!” He repeated, whirling his head to Nesta. “There are real people dying in wars. Faes, humans, male and females. Even innocent children suffer from the consequences of wars–”

Cassian snapped back to reality when he heard a muffled sob. He looked over his daughter, he stared into those tiny eyes that looked just like his. His heart broke.

“Princess… I'm sorry for raising my voice,” He reached out to stroke Briana's wet cheek, “I'm so–”

Briana flinched under Cassian's touch. His wings dropped to the ground, and tears rolled down his own cheeks. He rose to his feet, stumbling back from the bed. He brushed past Nesta, and stormed out of the room.

He headed to the bathroom, his breathing ragged. He closed the door, leaned over the sink and turned on the faucet with trembling hands. The walls felt like they were moving towards him, trapping him. The air became hard to breathe, Cassian felt surrounded by darkness.

He had scared Briana, his princess, his daughter.

“I wish there would be a real war going on…”

No, of course Briana didn't mean what she said. She probably didn't have a clue of what a war would occur, what ravages it would make. Cassian had overreacted, he had crossed the line by raising his voice at her.

The way his touch had made his little girl flinch… Cassian would never forgive himself for that.

“I wish there would be a real war going on…”

A war… Cassian had fought countless wars before Briana’s birth. He had devoted his whole life to assure the protection of the Court he was born in. He had served and led Rhysand’s armies for centuries before partially retiring once he became a dad.

Cassian’s wings shivered at the thought of what would happen if another war would rise. He had too much to lose now to even think about it, he would do anything in his power for this to never happen.

This stupid wish was the only thing he would ever deny his daughter. Anything but this. No one wants to live with the visible and invisible scars that a war can cause.

“Cassian?”

“Cassian!”

Cassian had almost collapsed to the ground when he had heard Nesta's desperate cries as if she was standing right beside him. His face had snapped to her direction instinctively, and for the first time in his life, he had dropped the plan and shot through her direction.

Cassian still vividly remembered the death-white light hurled towards him and his soldiers. How the earth shatyered from ghe explosion. Some of the most skilled Illyrian warriors had been turned to ash within a matter of seconds. The memory still haunted him. Cassian would've stood in the middle of the explosion with the rest of his soldiers if Nesta's desperate calls hadn't pulled him away.

“Cassian, open your damn eyes,” Cassian eyes shot open at the urgency in Nesta's voice. The intrusive memory switched to the familiar decor of their bathroom. He hadn't realized how he had stumbled down the floor and crawled until his back had bumped against the side of the large tub.

Nesta's hands were gripping his cheeks tightly, forcing his head to stop moving so his eyes could concentrate on hers. “Look at me,” She growled. Her eyes chased his and when they locked, she grinned softly. “Hi, Cas,”

Cassian was breathless, his chest heaving rapidly. His lungs burned as they struggled to fill themselves with oxygen. He pressed his sweaty brows to Nesta's, putting his hands over hers.

“Hello, Nes,” He whispered, swallowing the tight knot in his throat.

He closed his eyes, and when Nesta cradled his head to her chest, he wept. His wings drooped and his whole body shook as tears escaped his eyes.

Cassian hadn't lost control like that for decades now. He had naively thought that maybe this was it, that he was cured. That the invisible damages that his years as the Lord of Bloodshed had left were now healed. That the nightmares, the flashbacks, the anxiety had disappeared forever.

Cassian clenched his teeth, overwhelmed by the guilt of letting himself get into this state by a simple mention of war.

“Hey… it's okay to be scared,” Nesta gently ran her fingers through Cassian's hair. His hands were still tightly wrapped around her wrists, holding onto her as if she would slip away if he let go. “I'm right here,” She slowly removed one of Cassian’s hands from her wrist, and lowered it to her stomach. “We’re right here,”

Cassian grip instantly eased away from her wrists. He slid his hands underneath the fabric of Nesta’s dress, resting his hands flat against her warm skin.

He moved his head from her breast, rubbing his nose against the column of her neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in Nesta’s sweet scent. She was here, pregnant with their second babe, both alive and incredibly strong.

“I thought I was getting better,” Cassian mumbled against the skin of her neck, his hands rubbing circles atop her stomach.

“You are, Cas. Everyday you're getting better. But these wounds…” She placed a kiss on his forehead. “These kinds of wounds… they stay. Like scars, they'll become paler with time, but they'll never completely go away,”

Cassian hummed, knowing she was right. But accepting this reality was hard, that he'll have to live with these mental scars forever were a massive blow to his male pride. He frowned. “I scared Briana…”

“She would never be scared of you, my mate. I explained it to her,” Cassian lifted his face to meet hers. “She understands now,”

“I still feel bad… I need to apologize-”

Nesta held him down firmly, keeping him from standing up. “She's asleep. Appologize to her tomorrow. For now, rest. You need it,”

Cassian nodded, and pulled Nesta up onto his lap. “Thank you…” He whispered against the shell of her beautiful pointy ear.

“What for?” She laughed silently.

Cassian looked down at her, at their babe growing beneath her skin. He had not enough words to describe everything he was grateful for. He didn't have a fancy way to declare his deep gratitude for how Nesta's presence in his life made it extremely better.

“Everything,” He whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

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lcstblues · 7 months ago

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' wait what ? i assumed you were together but i thought that it was going to be easy maybe i was wrong . i just ⸻ i thought we'd talk you know ? ' his words practically catching her off guard it had seemed as she looked at him . ' do you know how long i've been waiting to hear that from you ? it's always been you but are we even ready ? ' as much as she didn't want to say this maybe it was true , ' maybe we should really try to move on unless we really think things are going to be different this time around . '

' that's not true , bri . we're not even together , we just went out one night and drunkenly slept together . i was trying to get over you but just as i expected , it didn't work ––– not only that , i also don't want to get over you . you're the only girl i've ever loved and the only one i want to love . '

#hehe i love me some angst i fear #it's great lovely ! < 3 #interactions ﹕ * briana smith .#1ikethat

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imagineredwood · 9 months ago

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Lie To Me

Request: Imagine the song Lie To Me by 5SOS for Angel? Ez? one of those two

Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader

Warnings: Breakups, emotional pain, angst with no comfort 😬

Word count: 580

Angel could feel his heartbeat in his ears as he watched you. Watching as you smiled and laughed. Watched as you took a sip from your glass. Watched as your tongue snaked out to lick away the drop that ran down your bottom lip. Watched as you fanned yourself, the alcohol warming you up in the stuffed bar. Watched as the man you were with took your empty glass from you when you swallowed down the rest of the drink. Watched as he ordered you another. Watched as you took it from him with a smile and wink. Watched as you leaned forward and offered him a kiss, the man indulging you and kissing you back in a way that showed it was not the first not the tenth time.

That was your new man. Angel knew. He could tell. In the way you touched him. In the way you enjoyed his company. In the way you looked at him.

Once upon a time, you looked at Angel the same way.

But not anymore.

Not since you left him for not giving you enough attention. Not since you left him for not being around enough. Too many late nights. Too many missed dates. Too many sleepless nights in an empty bed.

It wasn't his fault, not entirely. He tried. The club was just too important, and you were tired of waiting. Worried you were wasting valuable time.

'We won't be young forever, Angel.' you had told him. You wanted a man that would be around often, put you first. Not one you had to share with a club. And by the looks of it, you'd found him.

Angel tore his eyes away from you but continued to steal glances. On one, you looked in his direction at the same time and locked eyes. Angel felt his pulse quicken. But just as quickly as you had looked at him, you looked away. And you didn't look over again. You stayed focused on your friends and your man, and it killed Angel. He was falling apart. Barely ate, barely slept.

You on the other hand had never looked better. You were glowing. Eyes bright. Smile sparkling.

Happy.

You were happy.

Without him.

Finally happy.

He didn't fault you; you deserved to be happy. It just hurt that you were when he was left in shambles, feeling like everything had crashed down around him. He couldn't move on it seemed. Couldn't forget you, no matter how hard he tried. No matter how desperately he tried to replace you or pretend you didn't exist. He had tried to erase every trace of you from his life to try and heal, and all it took was putting eyes on you once to undo whatever minuscule progress he had made.

He watched as your man got up, making his way to the bathroom, a small line queued up inside. He'd be in there for a little bit. At least five minutes.

Maybe that was all he needed. Just five minutes. Five minutes to talk to you. Five minutes to see where your head was at. Five minutes to see if it was real, even though he knew it was. Five minutes to have some more of your attention, dirty looks from your homegirls be damned. Five minutes to ask you if you still loved him. And if that universe was in his favor, you would lie, so he could hear you say it one last time.

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myloversgone · 2 years ago

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What Happens in Vegas…

Summary: Dean and Donna are in a relationship and, when they go to Las Vegas on vacation, she makes a decision that can change everything…

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Warnings: +18 story! Do not read if you’re underage! Smut, descriptions of sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, little tiny bit of angst and body insecurities. Post series finale.

Word count: 7,100~ (I’m sorry I have no self-control)

A/N: What inspired me to write this story was Briana Buckmaster’s Instagram post about JIBCon 2023. I used her photos for the header. I hope you enjoy it!

A/N 2: This story can be read both as a one-shot or as a sequel to On My Way To You. Your choice ;)

A/N 3: I don’t own the song lyrics or the gif I used in this story. If you’re the owner of the gif, let me know and I’ll happily include the source.

MY MASTERLIST

Since Chuck was defeated, monsters got more rare and hunting became more of a side job for the Winchesters than their main activities. For Dean, that also meant he got to spend more time with Donna.

They’ve been together for almost three years but, for most of that time, they would be away from each other for long periods. With the defeat of their biggest enemy, Donna kept her work as a Sheriff, while Dean became a mechanic, taking jobs mostly in restoring classic cars, and going on hunts from time to time.

With his job being the more flexible one, Dean would usually go to Donna’s place so she didn’t have to ask for days-off and vacations all the time.

One afternoon, Donna got an early shift; the last one before her long-awaited vacation. She managed to take 15 days off, and she planned to spend each and every second of them with Dean, who had arrived in Stillwater that same morning.

They didn’t have any specific plans for her vacation but, on the way home, Donna had an idea.

“Dean, I’m home!”, she yelled from the front door as she entered the house.

“Hey, sweetheart”, he greeted, coming from the kitchen to meet her.

“Hey you”, Donna smiled, showing her dimples. She wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck while his circled her waist, squeezing her body against his and giving her a long kiss.

Donna moaned into his mouth. She would never get tired of kissing him. He was so thorough, so passionate and attentive. He would put his feelings in the smallest kiss, and she could always tell how much he cared about her with the simplest touches.

The woman pushed her fingers through Dean’s hair. It was longer now, for the first time since she met him and, according to Sam, for the first time ever. After a lot of convincing from her part, he agreed to let it grow a little. Everytime a strand would fall on his face, Donna’s heart leaped in her chest. It was the sexiest thing ever. She didn’t know how he managed to look better with age, but she found Dean sexier now than when she met him all those years ago.

Dean was also sporting a beard, but stopping him from shaving so often didn’t take too much convincing from her part. All it took was one wild night where he ate her out like it was his last meal, and his scruff left burns on her inner thighs. The morning after, when he saw the marks, he felt convinced enough.

“Dang it, thank goodness I’m on office duty today, ‘cause walking and running around with my pants scratching my thighs would be a pain in the ass…”, Donna mumbled in front of the mirror, checking the red marks while getting dressed for work. She shimmied into her pants and Dean came to stand behind her.

“You know you look damn sexy with these burn marks, right?”, he asked, kissing her neck, exposed by the tight bun her hair was tied into. That day, she ended up getting late for work.

Now, back in her living room, they broke the kiss, and Dean looked at her with bedroom eyes. “How was your day, beautiful?”

She blushed, like everytime he gave her a compliment. “It went fine, but I was counting the seconds to come home to see you, ‘cause I have an idea”. Donna said, smiling and placing a feathery kiss on his lips. She went past him, in the direction of the stairs leading to the bedroom.

Dean turned around to watch her climbing the stairs, openly ogling her ass. He loved that he didn’t have to steal glances anymore.

“Oh, yeah? And what idea is that?”, he asked, tailing Donna, taking two steps at a time to get to the bedroom’s door with her.

She looked at him over her shoulder, proceeding to take off her Sheriff uniform. “How do you feel about going to Vegas?”.

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Dean loved the idea. It was going to be their first road trip together, the first time he was taking Donna on a long journey in the Impala. She didn’t even try to persuade him to fly to Las Vegas, because at that point, she knew all about his fear of planes. Plus, she loved the idea of being on the road with Dean and his beloved car.

The whole trip took two days. They stopped in a nice little hotel to get some rest, and three or four times in secluded spaces on mostly empty roads to make out whenever the sexual tension inside the car was too much for any of them to handle.

The rest of the time, they spent singing along to old rock songs on the radio, eating snacks, or chatting. Donna would usually sit right beside Dean, her head on his shoulder while he gently caressed her curly hair. She would fall asleep sometimes, feeling comfortable and safe by his side, but she did her best to stay awake, keeping him company.

Every once in a while, Donna would get lost in watching Dean drive. The way he owned that driver’s seat, how his long, broad body filled up the space, it was fascinating to her.

One of those times, Dean caught her looking.

“Why you staring at me, sweetheart?”, he asked, stealing a glance at her, eyes coming back to the road a second later.

“It’s just that- dang it, Winchester, am I the luckiest lady or the planet or what? Still can’t believe you chose me, ya know”, she shook her head, feeling a little emotional all of a sudden.

Dean looked at her again and reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers together and bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “You chose me too, D. You could’ve kicked my butt when I flirted with ya, or I could’ve been just a one time thing for ya, but you gave me a chance when I was deep down in the hunter life. I had nothing to offer and you still believed in me”.

Donna was again leaning her head on his shoulder, but she turned her face into his direction. “Watcha talking about? You stood by my side every time, during hunts, with my dickbags exes, you showed me I deserved someone good. You’re not just a pretty little face, Dean-o, you’re my guy”, she said, reaching up to give him a quick kiss.

He smiled against her lips, whispering “I love you, D-Train”.

She placed her head comfortably on his shoulder again. “I love you too, Dean-o. ‘Sides, Jody always told me you had it bad for me. I just needed to check if she was right”.

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They arrived in Vegas before it was dark, and went straight to their room to shower and leave their luggage. The plan was to be quick so they could have dinner at the hotel’s restaurant and enjoy the casino.

They ended up getting late because Dean decided to join Donna in the shower.

After dinner, Donna watched Dean playing poker for a while, then they went to play pool together. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, watching her moving in the tight black turtleneck and blue jeans that accentuated every curve of her gorgeous body.

There were two guys playing in the other pool table right next to theirs and, apparently, one of them couldn’t take his eyes off of Donna too, Dean noticed. He would openly ogle her ass every time she bent over the table to play.

Donna didn’t seem to notice it. She took playing pool seriously. She wanted to win and Dean was a great player, so she focused on the game and her boyfriend. Also because he looked freaking amazing, and she couldn’t stop looking at him anyways.

But Dean wasn’t about to let a random dude ogle Donna, not only because she was with him, but also because the guy was being a freak. So when it was his turn to play, he moved to her side of the table, walking behind her and sneaking one arm around her waist, hugging her. Donna leaned against him, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her smile showed her cute dimples, and she returned Dean’s caress, kissing the corner of his mouth. He squeezed her tighter and said “I love you”, loud enough for the guy to hear.

Dean played and sneaked a glance to the other table. The weird dude and his friend had left.

Later in the night, Dean went back to playing cards, but Donna wasn’t feeling like it, so she stayed with him for a while and looked around the casino, observing other guests and thinking about what she wanted to do next. In one corner of the room, there was a karaoke machine.

Dean was focused on the game, but he noticed when Donna left his side. He followed her with his eyes. Her back was turned to him while she talked to a woman, an employee of the casino and, when she turned around, she had a microphone in her hands and a playful smile on her face.

Suddenly, he forgot all about the cards. Donna had a great voice, but she would never sing in public. Only when it was just the two of them. He’d told her she was really good, but she said he was just being nice. So the perspective of watching her sing in front of strangers made Dean feel excited, proud, and aroused, all at once.

When the song started, he knew which one it was before Donna could even open her mouth.

I love myself

I want you to love me

When I feel down

I want you above me

I search myself

I want you to find me

I forget myself

I want you to remind me

I don't want anybody else

When I think about you

I touch myself

As she sang, she ran her free hand on the sides of her body, moving with the rhythm of the music, shaking her head and her hips in an exaggerated but very sexy way, in Dean’s opinion. Cards completely forgotten on the table, he turned his chair around to have a better view of his girlfriend.

Donna put all of her powerful voice and confidence into the performance, eyes glued to Dean while she sang. She was doing that for herself, as an ego boost, just to prove that she could (with the help of a few drinks - baby steps), but it was also for him. Dean taught her that it was okay to speak her mind, to talk about sex and fantasies and how she wanted to be touched; how she wanted to feel. With that song, she couldn’t be more clear.

When the music stopped, the audience applauded and whistled. A few women went to the stage to compliment Donna, and even from a distance, Dean could see she blushed when a woman said “you should be a professional singer!”. When the ladies left, she walked back to him and he went to meet her halfway.

“So”, she started, staring at her feet and smoothing invisible wrinkles on her clothes, “what d’ya think about my performance?”, Donna asked, a dimpled smile adorning her features.

Dean was smirking, green eyes sparkling with delight. “Sweetheart, do you even need to ask? That was fucking awesome and incredibly sexy”, he answered, pulling her into a hug followed by a hot kiss.

She smiled against his lips. “Thank you. It’s true, though”, Donna stated when they broke the kiss.

“What is?”, Dean questioned, intoxicated with her taste.

“What the song says”. She watched his still confused expression. He really was inebriated. “I mean, when I think about you I do touch myself”, she whispered in his ear, standing on her tiptoes.

Dean felt her revelation going straight to his cock. If he hadn’t been already head over heels for her before, now he surely was.

“Jesus fuck, Sheriff Hanscum, you cannot say those things and expect me to not drag you to our room and have my way with you”, he said, circling her waist with one arm and guiding her in the direction of the elevators.

“Oh, well, I’d say mission accomplished then!”, she giggled, excited for what was to come.

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After the night of fun and games, singing and drinking, they were both a little tipsy and eager to be alone. Their room was on the fifth floor and Dean couldn’t take his hands off of her, not even during the short elevator trip.

When they reached their destination, Donna opened the door and pulled her boyfriend inside. She locked the door and turned around to look at Dean, who was standing at the foot of the bed, hands in his pants pockets, staring at her with the most sexy smile, strands of hair falling on his forehead.

She bit her lip, smiling back.

“I had so much fun, babe”, she said, approaching him seductively. “And you look so very handsome all in black”, she raised her head to give him a kiss, and Dean wrapped his arms around her, taking the moment to run his hands all over her curves again.

“And you look hot as always, D”, he told her, squeezing her against his chest and lifting her chin to deepen the kiss, thoroughly licking inside her mouth, leaving Donna breathless. She threw her arms over his shoulders, sinking her fingers into the longer hair on the nape of his neck.

Dean broke the kiss and nibbled and sucked lightly on her jaw, making her throw her head back to expose her neck to him.

Between kisses and kitten licks, Dean would groan and nuzzle her, as Donna pressed her body further into his.

When Dean’s hands went under her blouse, she stopped him.

“Wait, Dean. I wanna take a picture. We both look fancy!”, she asked, excited, releasing him and searching for her phone in the tiny bag she placed on the bed when they arrived. Dean gave her a frustrated look, but she winked at him. “I gotcha, cowboy. We are not done. I just need to register this moment”, the blonde reassured.

She positioned the phone on the small vanity opposite to the bed. Dean came closer, resting his elbow on the back of the chair in front of the piece of furniture. When they were both ready, she clicked the button multiple times.

Donna checked the photos. “Oh, my, we look too serious! Let’s try smiling, okay?”.

Four or five pictures later, Dean was done with it. “God, woman, my face hurts from smiling!”. His grumpy complaint made Donna laugh out loud, and seeing her laugh made Dean laugh too, which resulted in a cute photo of them with beautiful smiles.

“Okay, I think we have enough pics! Lemme choose one to send to Jody and the gals”, said Donna, stretching her arm to grab the phone. But Dean was faster, and he swooped her into his arms before she could reach it.

She was laughing in surprise, and Dean threw her on the bed, laying on top of her, watching her amusement with nothing but pure admiration in his eyes.

“Damn, my girl is a bombshell”, he stated, taking in every detail of her, luscious, wavy blonde hair splayed on the pillows, rosy cheeks and dimples adorning her pretty face.

She averted his gaze, blushing with his compliment even after all those years. “Am not”, Donna dodged his comment.

“Yes, you are, baby. Beautiful, hot, sexy, all blonde and perfect and mine”, he insisted. She placed her hand on his cheek, thumb lightly caressing his full lips.

Dean leaned down and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned underneath him and pulled back to take her top off, exposing her black lacy bra to his gaze. She worked on unbuttoning his shirt then, while he kissed the air out of her.

When Donna was done with Dean’s shirt, her hands traveled down to his pants, unfastening them. She could see the bulge of his erection stretching the cloth. Her mouth watered in anticipation. Her boyfriend was beautiful all over, and the excitement she felt the first time she saw him naked never really faded. It was still there, every time he got out of the shower or undressed in front of her.

But Dean grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands above her head. By then, she was only in her lingerie. He had worked fast on removing her pants, eager to feel her skin.

Dean’s mouth went to her neck and collarbone, slowly working his way down. When he reached her breasts, he gently bit the meaty part right above the cups of her bra.

“Mmmm, D, your tits are amazing”, he said, voice muffled while still working his magic with his tongue and lips. “I could spend hours using my mouth on them and make you cum with just that”, Dean looked up at her, green eyes glistening, locks of hair falling over his forehead. He looked devilishly handsome.

Donna moved under him, opening her legs wider to fit Dean’s body in between and, hopefully, get some friction where she needed it the most. “I know you could, cowboy, but not today. You’re killing me here”, she pleaded, already breathing hard.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl”, he teased, releasing her wrists so he could use both hands to take off her bra.

“Want you in me, Dean”, she moaned, and the sight of her bare chest and her needy request made his cock twitch in his pants.

He desperately wanted to fuck her hard and deep, make her scream and sweat under him, but he also wanted to tease her a little, enjoy her creamy skin and generous curves, get lost on her body, smell her, taste her as much as he could. Dean felt like he could spend his entire life with Donna and never get enough of her.

“I wanna taste you, sweetheart. Can I?”, he kept going, mouth glued to her skin, releasing her left nipple and leaving it sensitive. He was kissing her navel, with his hands on her hips, arms hooked under her knees to keep her open for him.

“Oh, for goodness sake, Dean, just do it already”, she cried desperately, writhing under him.

He chuckled and kissed her lower belly, right above the panty line. “Do you know how much I love your skin, Donna? How soft you are? How the curve of your hips drives me crazy?”, his fingers were digging onto her sides, his huge, calloused hands holding her, then descending to the curve of her butt. “You’re so fucking hot, it’s unbelievable”.

“Stop teasing, dirty boy”, she asked, taking action this time. She freed her legs and got a hold of him with them, using her knees and heels to pull Dean up and reach his mouth, giving him a passionate, open mouthed kiss. She sucked on his plump lower lip, positioning her arms around his muscular shoulders. Dean still managed to sneak his hand between her legs, pressing over her mound with his palm, long, thick fingers easily finding her center.

“So wet for me, D. So beautiful”, he complimented against her lips. Donna sighed in relief and satisfaction, finally having him where she wanted. Well, she actually wanted Dean to fuck her, to fill her up in that way that only him could, but she wouldn’t deny being pleasured by his fingers, not at all. Especially because he knew exactly how to make her crazy with those massive hands of his.

“Oh, Lord, I need to feel you, Dean. Please, honey”, Donna gave him her best Minnesota drawl, knowing that her boyfriend couldn’t deny her anything when she spoke like that.

She was right. Dean groaned and stood on his knees on the bed, ripping her panties off. Literally. The lacy fabric was turned into scrapes, making her gasp in surprise and excitement. They’ve been crazy in the bedroom before, but not rip-your-clothes-off crazy. She felt herself getting wetter, knowing that anything he wanted to do would be wonderful.

Dean wasn’t as willing to keep teasing Donna as he was before. She was driving him mad with her little noises and her begging, he was almost sending all the tease to hell and skipping right to the main attraction. She used to be so quiet and shy in bed, that having her leading him on was incredibly arousing.

When she was completely, beautifully naked in front of him, her perfect wet cunt exposed to his sight, making his mouth water, he thought it was time for him to feel more of that amazing skin of her against his. Also, his pants were way too tight with how hard his cock was.

So he threw what was left of her panties aside and started to unbutton his pants. Donna sat on the bed and helped him with it, throwing the piece of clothing into a corner of the room when she was done.

She kissed his naked chest and down, putting her mouth right where the line of hair started under his belly button. Dean knew what her intentions were, but he couldn’t take it now. Maybe later, definitely later, but first he needed to taste her.

“No, no, not now. C’mere”, he pulled her up, holding her chin with one hand and taking her hand in his other one. He guided it to the front of his boxers, making her feel how painfully hard he was.

“Look how hard you make me. Lemme taste you now, lemme do it so you’ll be ready for me”, he said against her mouth, his face inches from hers, his hot breath forming goosebumps on her skin.

“Yes, babe. Do it”, she whispered in response, squeezing and caressing his cock through the thin cloth.

Dean gave her one more wet kiss, placing his hand on the back of her head and gently pushing her to lay back on the bed. He remained on top of her and between her legs, letting go of her lips and keeping eye contact while snaking down her body.

He started by kissing her pussy, right below the patch of hair she kept neatly trimmed. Then, Dean used his thumb and index finger to spread her lips and expose her clit, immediately putting his mouth on it. With the first contact of the tip of his tongue, Donna was moaning loudly.

“Ohhh, good Lord in Heaven”, she threw her head back, fists holding the sheets tightly.

Dean moaned, knowing very well how the vibration of his voice would increase the pleasure. He started sucking and licking on the little nub, adding a finger into her entrance right after, heart racing in anticipation when he felt how slick and wet she was.

He licked her thoroughly, pressing his nose and chin into her, fucking her with his tongue and pushing her closer to the edge with every movement.

It didn’t take long for Donna to come, calling his name and holding onto fistfuls of his hair.

Dean stood on his knees again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while she recovered.

He removed his boxers, giving her a full view of his perfect body and of how hard he was.

“Jesus H, Winchester. You have no business looking that good”, Donna stated between labored breaths, watching him. Dean chuckled and laid down by her side, supporting his head with one arm and circling her waist with the other to pull her body closer and kiss her.

Donna could taste herself and the whiskey they drank during dinner in Dean’s mouth. She sucked on his tongue, moaning. That man’s mouth was made for kissing, she had no doubt.

He ran his hands all over her curves, enjoying her softness and warmth. He couldn’t help but return to her breasts, giving both a good squeeze and pinching her nipples.

She gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss. “I want you now, Dean”, Donna said, looking right into his eyes, the brown of her irises glistening.

“You have me, baby”, he answered, positioning his body on top of her and entering her slowly, just the tip first, knowing he was not small and even with how wet she was, he needed to be careful to not hurt her.

Dean asked if she was ok, to which Donna nodded, biting on her lower lip while watching the wide head of his cock stretching her pussy.

He pushed further, halfway through his length, and she shivered, throwing her head back.

“Ooooh, fuuuck”, Donna cursed under her breath, sinking her nails into his bicep, the feel of him inside of her too good to handle.

“It’s okay, beautiful, I’ll go slow so you can take all of me”, he grinned proudly, making her giggle.

“Gimme more, big boy”, she pleaded, shimmying her hips to pull him deeper.

He finally buried himself to the root. He could feel all of her, her walls constricting around him, increasing his pleasure almost to the unbearable.

“Wow, D, you feel so fucking good”, he said, kissing her again and pulling his cock almost all the way out, just to push it all in again, making her moan and whimper.

“You too, cowboy. You’re stretching me so good, it’s so hot”, she reached down his back, squeezing one buttcheek to take him deeper. At the same time, Dean angled his hips upwards, pressing right into her clit, and she cried in pleasure.

Crossing her ankles behind his knees, she made herself even tighter, while Dean fucked her deep, long strokes hitting the perfect spot.

Donna lifted her torso from the bed, arms around her boyfriend’s neck, and kissed him, pulling his plump lower lip between her teeth. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, and Dean softly nibbled her throat and snapped his hips harder against hers, fucking her into the matress. He could tell she was close and she could feel him too, deliciously pulsing inside her.

To make sure she would come first, Dean sneaked his hand between their bodies and pressed his palm over her mound, pushing her clit against his dick and keeping the upwards movements with his hips, knowing it would be enough to drive her off the edge.

“Open your eyes, Donna. Look at me when you come on my cock”, he commanded between his teeth, jaw clenched in an effort to keep going while she hit her peak.

Donna did her best to obey, even through the fog of incredible pleasure she was in. Her pussy tightened and Dean groaned louder. He buried himself impossibly deep and the angle of his hips was exactly what she needed to cum, shaking and trembling under him, digging her nails into his muscular back, her eyes open and boring into his, pupils dilated and face contorted as her body experienced the strong orgasm.

The tightness of her was enough to trigger Dean’s release, and he guided her through her orgasm while he throbbed inside her. He mouthed a throaty “fuck” when it was his turn to cum, flooding her with his warm seed.

Donna could feel Dean’s cum leaking down her pussy, her ass and the back of her thighs. He was fucking her so deep, keeping his cock buried like he wanted to plant his seed into her. She rotated her hips, adding to both their pleasures and milking him dry. Dean panted and grunted, face buried in her neck, and she knew he had an amazing ride too.

Once they were both done, Dean didn’t move, with half of his body still laying on top of Donna, his softening cock still inside of her. He gave a deep, exaggerated sigh and she chuckled, kissing his shoulder.

“You ok, Dean-o?”, she teased, the hands that were around his neck now descending to caress his back slowly.

“Oh, yes. I couldn’t be better. I might need a few hours to be back on my feet, though”, he muttered, face still buried on the junction of her neck and shoulder.

Donna chuckled, and decided to keep pushing his buttons. “Oh, ok. I was kinda expecting you to be ready for another round soon. I mean, I could be on top this time-”

Dean didn’t even let her finish talking and he was already holding her waist and quickly flipping them over, so she would be straddling his hips.

Donna left out a squeal and started laughing her ass off. “My lordy, Winchester, I really learned how to win you over, huh?”, she said, leaning down to give him a kiss.

“You know I’d do anything to have you on top of me”, he said after they pulled apart.

He pushed her long hair out of the way and placed one hand on the side of her neck, guiding her into the kiss while his other hand was running up and down her thigh, the softness of her skin against his calloused palm a perfect contrast.

“Anything?”, she asked, whispering inches away from lips and grinding her center down his cock that, she could feel, was getting hard again.

“Yes, baby. Anything. Anything to watch you riding me, those beautiful tits bouncing just for me”, Dean reached behind her, holding his cock and guiding it back inside her. Donna took him with a sigh of satisfaction. “I wanna appreciate all of you, D. Every perfect inch”, he stated, thrusting up into her as she grounded down, both of them finding that perfect rhythm, that push and pull that would once more prove how they were meant to be together.

“You’re so amazing, Dean”, Donna said, sitting back on him and guiding his hands to her breasts. “You make me feel beautiful”.

“You are beautiful, sweetheart”.

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Her head was on his chest, and Donna drew lazy patterns on the muscles covering his ribs. She always loved the smell of him, but especially right now, when it was a mix of the cologne she bought him as a birthday gift, sweat, and sex. The perfect combination.

“I love you, Dean”, she bluntly said, lifting her head to look at his face. He’d been toying with her hair, curling the waves between his fingers. He stopped and looked down at her; she was smiling.

He smiled back, thinking that the life he had now was so much more than he ever thought he deserved, that he never thought was even possible. “I love you too, D-Train”.

She kissed his chest and started to move with the intention of getting up.

“Where ‘you going?”, asked Dean, not happy with the loss of her body on top of his.

“I’ll be right back, cowboy, just gonna get the PJs I have in my suitcase and-”

Dean interrupted her explanation by moving fast, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her back to him by her waist.

She squeaked and giggled, having been caught completely off-guard this time. “Dean Winchester, whatta hell ‘you doing?”

With her on his lap, he kissed her shoulder and neck, nuzzling and inhaling her scent before answering. “I’m stopping you from getting dressed”.

“Why?”, she questioned, raising an eyebrow and twisting on his lap so she could face him.

“‘Cause there’s no point. I’m gonna undress you again, probably sooner than later. So, if you wanna sleep now, you better sleep naked and save me the trouble later”, he winked at her, and she pushed her fingers through his hair.

“Fiiine”, she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance and leaned forward to give him a kiss before they would lay side by side, falling in a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

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Donna woke up in the middle of the night with her bladder so full she thought it might explode. Doing her best to not disturb Dean’s sleep, she got out of bed as stealthy as possible, walking to the bathroom but stopping halfway to steal a glance at her boyfriend.

He was sleeping on his stomach, arms tucked under the pillow. She admired the round muscles on his shoulders and biceps, and how the dim light touched the dip in the middle of his back, accentuating the plain muscles she loved so much. He looked peaceful and so, so beautiful, she could barely believe he was real.

She smiled and resumed her path.

As she was washing her hands after peeing, she got lost in her thoughts, and the resolution to make a big decision settled in her loving heart. But first, she needed to talk to someone.

"Hey, Jack", she called in a whisper, looking up, uncertain of how exactly this thing would work. It's not like she had a personal, direct connection with God before.

Somehow, she knew he was listening, so she cleared her throat and kept going, still in a whisper, deciding it was better to say it out loud than just think.

"Okay, Jackie-boy, I hope things are okay up there and that you're not too busy right now. If you are, you can listen to this message later… or, whatever. Not sure if you have a voicemail or something". She shook her head, feeling foolish but needing to get on with what she wanted to do.

"I just wanted to say that I'm doing something life-changing in a few hours, and I want to ask you to help me with that. I mean, if what I'm gonna do is too crazy, can you please stop me before I do it?", she chuckled and tears filled her eyes.

"I don't think I need to go into much detail, 'cause you probably know what I'm talking about, since you're God and all, so… yeah, if you can just do your stuff and guide me through this, that would be great". Donna took a deep breath and some tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh, and I also wanna thank ya, by the way. Whatever happens- doesn't matter how life goes for me… if- if for some reason Dean and I don't… if we don't get to stay together", she stopped herself, the mere thought of being without Dean breaking her heart into a million pieces. "I just need you to know that I'm grateful for every single second I've spent with him so far. He changed my life for the best and I-", her voice broke in a cry of happiness and fear, all at once, "I love him very much. He's the best man I've ever met". She took another deep breath, closing her eyes and wiping away the tears.

Donna opened the bathroom door and went back to the bedroom. Dean hadn't moved, and she really didn't want to wake him up, but she couldn’t help but curl up into his side when she laid down. Without opening his eyes, Dean turned on his side, making space for her and throwing his arm around her waist. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep, at peace with her decision and hoping for the best.

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The next morning, Dean woke up to the sight of a naked Donna between his legs, lightly scratching his thighs with her fingernails. When he opened his eyes, she gave him a wet kiss on a spot dangerously close to his groin, instantly waking up his dick.

“‘Morning, handsome”, she sang, giving him another kiss, this time on his pelvis, right above the patch of hair framing his cock.

“‘Morning to you too, Sheriff. What are you doing down there? Trying to murder me?”, he asked, voice thick with sleep.

“Nah, just wanna put my mouth on ya. Ya know, repay what you did for me last night”, she replied, kissing the root of his hard cock. Even though Dean recognized he had great stamina, the way his body reacted so fast to Donna was amazing even to himself. He felt like he was 20 and horny all the time.

“You don’t have to pay me back-”

She interrupted him by holding his cock and surrounding it with her mouth. Donna moaned and sucked eagerly, placing her elbows on the bed to support her weight and lifting her hips to give him a view of her round, full ass.

“God, woman”, he hissed, enjoying the feel of her hot mouth on him. He lifted his head to take a good look at her, the main character of each and every one of his dirty dreams.

Donna was being thorough, sucking and licking him like a lollipop, taking him as far as she could, dragging her lips around his dick and using her nails on his belly and thighs, making his breath hitch with every move.

Dean couldn’t help himself, so he reached for the messy bun on the top of her head and undid it, holding her long hair in a ponytail and fucking her mouth while guiding her up and down his length. The noises she was making and the feel of her tongue on the vein on the underside of his dick were driving him crazy. He wouldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck, Donna. Fuck, I’m gonna cum”, he warned after a particularly satisfying thrust, feeling that familiar pressure building up.

She sucked him further down her throat and swallowed, and he lost it, thick ropes of cum filling her mouth. Donna drank as much as she could, enjoying Dean’s taste and scent. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but think of how much he helped free her from her inhibitions, showing her how good it was to have someone she could trust and feel comfortable to be herself around.

Jody was the friend to first point out how Donna’s previous relationships hadn’t worked because the guys were assholes, and not because there was something wrong with her. But Dean was the first man to show her there were good guys out there, and how amazing it was to be treated with respect and love, to make her feel desired and sexy.

She released his softening cock with a pop and started to get up to go clean her mouth, but Dean pulled her from the foot of the bed, grabbing her butt with both hands while he kissed her, shoving his tongue inside her mouth, finding the mess they made incredibly hot.

He licked and bit her lips gently, squeezing her buttcheeks and giving a light slap, making her gasp and hum.

“God, baby, that was so dirty and sexy”, Dean said, hugging her waist with the intention of keeping her on top of him, but she shook her head, laying on her side of the bed and patting her chest, signaling that he should be the one covering her.

He accepted, placing one leg between hers and making himself comfortable on her breasts. Half of his body was on top of hers and they just stayed like that, in silence for a few minutes. Dean was listening to her heartbeats, while Donna was caressing his hair lazily, watching his post-sex doziness. His eyes were closed but he was awake, she could tell by his breathing. That seemed to be the right moment to put into action the plan she “discussed” with Jack during the night. She took a deep breath, gathering the necessary courage.

“Dean?”.

“Hmm?”

“‘You awake?”

He chuckled, his deep voice resonating in her chest. “Yes, sweetheart. Ready for another one?”.

She giggled and shook her head. “No, that’s not it. I mean, duh, of course I won’t deny another round, but that’s not what I was going to ask”.

Dean lifted his head a few inches and tilted his neck to look at her. “What, then?”

She looked down to meet his eyes, the clear green making her heart skip a few beats. Donna opened her mouth to speak and blushed deeply, unsure of where to start.

Dean looked worried. “What is it, D? Something wrong?”

“N-no! Everything is perfectly fine! Peachy”, she assured, voice higher than normal.

“Okay, so tell me”. Dean waited, watching her face.

“Well, the thing is… I love you. You love me. I mean, you do, right?”, Donna asked, suddenly unsure, regardless of Dean having repeated many times how much he loved her.

“I do, Donna. I love you so freaking much”, he smiled, stretching his neck further to give her a kiss.

“‘Kay, so we love each other, we’ve been together for a while now, we’re here in Vegas… Oh, shoot, Dean, what I wanna ask is if you wanna marry me!”

He stared at her in silence, his mouth opened in shock.

Five seconds later Donna was on the verge of tears, sure that he would say no and/or laugh on her face.

But Dean smiled, and the smile reached his eyes, showing the wrinkles that she found so adorable.

“Are you seriously asking me to marry you in Vegas? With Elvis as a minister and everything?”, he questioned, the playful smile still there.

“Yes. Yes, I am. Please, just answer my question or I think I’m gonna have a heart attack”, she pleaded, frowning a little and bracing herself for the blow.

“And you really thought I would say no to that? Me, Dean Winchester, say no to getting married in freaking Las Vegas?”

It was Donna’s turn to just stare at him, not quite following if that was a yes or a no. Her mind was blank, her insecurities taking over.

“Ask me again, Sheriff”, he said.

“What?”, she shook her head, sure she didn’t understand his request.

“I said, ask me again”, Dean repeated, reaching for her face and lovingly caressing her cheek.

“Okay”, she took a deep breath. “Dean Winchester, do you wanna marry me?”

“I do, baby. I would love nothing more than to marry you”.

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Later that day, after they left the chapel as husband and wife and went to celebrate over burgers and beers, Donna sent a few pictures to Jody. Some she kept only for herself and Dean, so they could look at them every once in a while and relive the memory of what happened in Vegas.

THE END

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The Nanny, Chapter 6

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, angst, unprotected sex.

“See, I told you everything would work out,” you cooed when both you and Jake picked up Alex later that afternoon. Alex giggled, wrapping his arms around you with a relieved, but excited vigor. Jake’s heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest as he watched the two of you interact with one another, “how was your first day, buddy?”

“It was soo good mommy! I made all kinds of friends!” he said in a bubbly tone as he hung onto you, “you and daddy were right!”

“Did you?” Jake asked, “how many friends did you make?”

“Uh huh! I made all kinds. Bajillions of them,” he smiled widely, “I can’t wait to come back tomorrow and the day after and the day after that!”

“Well, that’s just amazing,” you offered, “how about we go celebrate with ice cream?”

The little boy’s eyes widened as he looked at his father, “we can get ice cream, daddy? Really? We can go now?”

“Oh yeah bud…but you can’t tell sissy because we’re gonna get it while she’s in school.”

“Okay! DEAL!”

“Come on mommy,” Jake teased lightly. He caught how you looked at him, your eyes blowing with lust as he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you to the car, “let’s go get some ice cream.”

Jake bit his lip as the door closed to his son’s bedroom. It had been a picture perfect day with you, and he knew that there was going to be a ‘not so happy’ ending later.

Your eyes widened as you shot him a look, “So this is it…”

“We still have tonight…”

Wh-what do you mean, Jake?”

“You know what I mean, baby…it’s happening…”

“But Jake…we just-you can’t,” you all but whimpered, your gaze immediately going to Alex, who had run up to his older sister and was chattering excitedly about how you and Jake had taken him out for breakfast in celebration for his first day at school, “the kids….they-“

“Don’t know…”

He watched as the tears made your eyes appear glassy. Your lip quivered, “y-you’re not going to tell them…are you?”

“I think we all just need one perfect day….together baby…” he whispered sadly, his own gaze leaving that of his girlfriend momentarily to see his children excitedly running back to him. He gave you a pleading look, “don’t tell them baby…”

“Jake…th-this isn’t fair to them….the-they need to know.”

“Please…”

His heart ached as you gave him a sad look. The two of you had talked about it while the kids were at school, and you weren’t looking forward to it. Jake was given his first mission back with The Losers, and you were sick to your stomach. Somehow you thought that the two of you would have more time before he left, “I-in the morning-“

“Jake…we don’t have to talk about it right now…”

“They’re going to be upset,” he said quickly, shaking his head. The two of you had ignored it, choosing random times throughout the day when the children were preoccupied and not paying attention to either of you. But it seemed like every time one of you was ready to discuss it the other hadn’t been; and so the back and forth had continued through into the evening, “I-I just want to make sure that we know what we’re telling them.”

“I know.”

“Make sure they know I stood here after I found out…” he asked in a pleading tone, “I mean, I know that I found out a few days ago…but just…m-make sure that they know that I didn’t just abandon them. Tell them how we stood here until they fell asleep and then some…tell the-“

“They know that you love them, Jake,” you whispered gently as you went up to him. He melted into your hand as you caressed his cheek, and his hands reached out until they wrapped around your waist. Jake didn’t want to admit it, but leaving felt so much harder this time around, “they’ll understand…”

“Briana will…but Alex is too little…” Jake sighed, “I don’t want him thinking I abandoned him. I-I remember what it was like for Briana after she realized I was her dad and then just left. She-she was devastated…Dev tried to send me pictures and videos, but half the time she would have this sadness in her eyes. I remember one time when she sent me the video announcement where she’d found out Alex was going to be a boy…Briana broke down, saying she missed me…she was his age. I know he's going to feel the same way that she did. I-I don’t want either of them thinking that I don’t love them!”

“I’m sure he won’t think that, Jake,” you offered in your best reassuring tone, “they know that you love them, just like they know that you were going back to saving the world with your military group. They know that you were going to start taking missions after school started.”

“But this is the first day of school,” he muttered sadly, “tomorrow, they’ll wake up expecting me to be in the kitchen, helping make their breakfast, and I’ll be on a plane halfway around the world. They didn’t expect for that to be happening, baby.”

“They’ll understand, Jake,” you tried again before pressing your lips to his, “just make sure that you come back to us…we want you to come back to us.”

“Always…”

“I-I love you, Jake…”

Jake’s breath caught in his throat, and he looked at you. You looked like you were going to cry, and it broke his heart. The full weight of what he was leaving behind had hit him earlier, when he thought about how the kids would feel, but he never wanted you to feel abandoned. He hadn’t taken into consideration just how it might affect you. He didn’t want to be the reason that you were upset, “Baby…don’t be sad..”

“I-Just…”

“I love you too,” Jake whispered, as he brushed some of the hair from your face, only to pull your face gently to his one more time so that he could kiss you again, “I love you and our babies…and I’m coming back to the three of you…and there’s not a thing in this world that can stop that.”

“I’m scared…”

“I know baby,” he sighed, “I’m scared too.”

“I-I don’t know what I’ll do if anything happened to you.”

“I’ll come back!” he promised yet again, “nothing can stop me from coming back to you and the kids, baby.”

“Can’t you just stay with us forever?”

“We both know that can’t happen,” he frowned, shaking his head, “you take care of our kids…and I’ll keep a roof over your heads. I’ll be thinking of the three of you every single day, dreaming of when I get to come home and be with all of you.”

“Jake…what if something happens?”

He frowned. He didn’t want you having to think about it, but there was a plan set up in place if something did go sideways, “Nothing will happen.”

“But Jake…”

“You and the kids will be taken care of, baby…”

“Jake…”

“Don’t worry about it baby,” he assured you gently, “I don’t want you to worry about anything.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“You’re always worried about me though.”

You sighed, and he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, “Jake…what are you doing?”

“Going to show my favorite girl why she has nothing to worry about…”

“Jake, fucking me silly isn’t going to solve everything!”

“Isn’t it?” he smiled, sending her a teasing wink, “because I can think of a few things that it’ll solve.”

You gasped, the breath leaving your body as Jake’s heavy cock dragged against your inner walls. You fingers tangled in his hair, and you tugged hard on it. He growled at you and his hips bucked. Your eyes fluttered closed as he hit the same spot again and again, driving you wild.

When your eyes opened, you saw how he was looking at you.

How he was memorizing every part of your body. He wasn’t just fucking you with reckless abandon, he was making love to you like he might possibly never see you again.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as his cock nudged your cervix, “JAKE!”

He groaned as your lips captured his. Your leg wrapped around him, your heel digging into his ass as you kept him pressed as deep as he could go. You felt his chest tighten against yours, and his hips bucked out of rhythm, “FUCK! Oh god. Take it all, baby. Take it all!”

Your eyes opened and you frowned as your hand hit the empty mattress beside you. Your heart dropped a little, knowing that at some point in the night he’d managed to sneak out of the house without so much as saying goodbye.

And you thought back to the look that he’d had in his eyes, your heart racing as you wondered if he knew something that you didn’t.

And you prayed that he would come back home safe and sound.

Chapter 7

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