#cracked me up that sam didn't even reply just smiled that sweet smile and dean caved in 2 seconds flat

[mlobsters]

supernatural s1e15 the benders (w. john shiban)

wrapped around his little finger

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Safe from Something

Summary: How do you fight against things you can't even describe?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None. Some brief discussion of sadness, depression, anxiety. Brief, non-specific, mention of childhood trauma.

Pairings: Dean x gn!Reader (could be a romantic or platonic pairing, you choose)

Word Count: 1156

A/N: I've been having a hard time lately, some past traumas coming up to hurt me, as they do. Well, anyway, it's all here in the story. But suffice it to say, I could very much use a cuddle from Dean to help me. My dear friend @deanwinchesterwifesstuff said she's been having a rough go of things too. So sweetie, I hope Dean's hug will help you too!

And anyone else who might be having a bad day or two (or three, or four, or five...)

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I heard the knock on my door, tentative and light. I ignored it once and it came again, slightly firmer.

I sighed and answered. "Yeah, come in!"

Dean turned the handle and stuck his head into the crack in the door.

"Hey kiddo. Just thought I'd check up on you." He pushed fully into the room, taking up most of the doorway with his big frame. He leaned against the jamb and folded his arms across his chest.

"You didn't eat much supper. Are you feeling okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm good."

"I didn't make the chilli too spicy did I?" He asked, lifting his hand. "Not too many jalapenos?"

I smiled lightly and shook my head. "No such thing as too spicy."

He folded his hand back against his bicep and gave a strong nod. "Damn right."

A short silence reigned until I broke it. "Well, I think I'm gonna call it a night so -"

"Not just supper though." Dean interrupted quietly. "You've hardly eaten anything over the last couple days."

I laughed lightly, but even I could hear the edge in it. "Geez, why are you tracking my food all of a sudden? You a dietician in your spare time?"

"And you're laughing and smiling different."

I scoffed. "Different how?"

He walked a few feet into the room, shoving his hands in his pockets as he answered. "Like you don't really mean them."

I swallowed hard at his keen observations. Should have known I couldn't hide anything from his hunter's eye.

I shook my head. "Look, you're imagining things. I'm fine. I just haven't been very hungry lately and I'm just fighting off a bug or something."

Dean walked over to my bedside and got down on his haunches to look up at me, instead of towering over me.

"That's crap and you know it." He said without preamble. "You need to talk to me, tell me what's wrong."

"Pfft. That's rich coming from you, such a master communicator!" I replied angrily.

Dean looked down and I felt immediately remorseful. He was just trying to help and he'd actually been doing much better lately, with trying to communicate his feelings. It went completely against his nature, but he was trying.

He nodded and looked up at me again. "You don't have to talk to me about it. You could talk to Sam, or Cas, or hey - why don't you give Jody a call?"

I reached out my hand and ran my fingers across his cheek and then pushed them through the hair at his temple, as though tucking his short hair behind his ear.

"If I was going to talk to anyone, it would be you."

His smile was sweet, and slightly bashful and it made me want to talk to him so badly. I wanted to tell him what was wrong, but how could I explain?

How could I talk about things I didn't properly understand, dark things that I couldn't quite remember? How could I explain that it was like looking at memories through thick glass? They were murky and obscured, and sometimes upside down.

All I knew was that occasionally feelings came to haunt my thoughts - sadness and hurt and things that made my skin crawl, but I couldn't really pinpoint the cause. I only knew I had scars from a monster that had left their fingerprints branded on my skin.

But I was too little to remember details, too little to really process the memory, I just processed the trauma without context, so now, some days, the sad leaked through everything, made a kind of panic seep into my world for no reason.

How could I explain that to him, when I didn't really understand it myself.

I shrugged. "There's really not...it's not really something I know how to talk about. I'm just," I brushed away a tear that fell against my will, afraid to look at Dean because I knew if I did, the rest of them would fall.

I shook my head angrily. "I'm just wounded and broken." I gritted my teeth against the pain. "Fucking pathetic."

Dean rose to sit on the side of the bed. He took both my hands in his and squeezed. I looked into his beautiful face at last, and just as I knew they would, my tears began to fall in earnest.

"First of all," Dean said sternly, "I never want to hear you say that again. You are not pathetic. Do you understand me?"

His mossy green eyes stared into mine until I nodded slightly, trying desperately to believe him.

He brought my hands up to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of each of them. His voice was softer when he continued.

"Secondly sweetheart, wounded and broken are not the same." He shook his head. "We're all wounded by something, some wounds run deeper than others. But honey, as long as you're up and moving, putting one foot in front of the other, getting through one day at a time, then you are NOT broken."

He smiled gently again and reached out to thumb away my tears that continued to fall. "And I promise you, that if you ever do break? Well, I'm right here to put you back together again, okay?"

My heart heard him, and I felt the constriction in my chest ease slightly. "Okay." I said in a little voice.

He leaned forward to kiss my forehead and then started to pull away and stand up, but I grabbed onto his arm and stopped him.

He looked back at me, and I bit my lip.

"Even if..." I cleared my throat and tried again. "Even if I can't talk to you about it, or explain it to you... would you, can you stay here and hold me, keep me safe from it anyway?"

He put his hand on mine where it rested on his forearm. "Of course, sweetheart."

I scooched over on the bed and Dean sat down beside me, his shoulders against the headboard and his long legs stretched out in front of him.

When he was settled he pulled me into his lap and I wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my cheek on his broad chest and nuzzling against him. He put one arm around my back and upper arms, squeezing me tight, and used the other to run his hand soothingly through my hair.

He began to hum something that sounded vaguely like a Metallica song, but I couldn't be sure. It didn't matter though, because the low rumble in his chest was what made me sigh deeply and feel the tension in my muscles begin to slowly drain away.

With Dean's strong arms wrapped around me, I felt safer than I'd felt in days. And for now at least, the darkness had been illuminated by the hunter who was my hero.

Dean Winchester had saved me once again.

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P and C

A/N: My piece for @jensengirl83‘s 200 Followers Challenge. Congrats again, hon!

Prompt: Oops, how did that get in there?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean feels betrayed-- how could you bring the enemy home?

Warnings: implied smut, Dean being that dramatic dumbass we love

‘’I’m here with a bunch of food that will end up killing you…’’ You wore a large, worriless grin as you walked up the bunker's stairs, gesturing to Sam while you spoke, ‘’And some healthy stuff for you. Please, share with the rabbits.’’

Sam scoffed humorously, discrete mirth on his lips. Dean made his way to the kitchen, abandoning the reading work for the newest case to regain some stamina through food. You started to put the groceries away, humming one of your favorite Eric Clapton melodies. Traditional, domestic duties were properly wasted whenever you had the free time — a luxury to you when boredom was especially rare for a hunter.

‘’You are a lifesaver,” Dean stated, gaining a giggle in response. He rubbed his hands together, multiple bags opened in search of the pie which you promised to buy only to stop two seconds after. ‘’Cocaine.’’

You nodded, not bothering to look up after his right guess. Whatever song you sang, Dean always knew. A nerd for classic rock.  ‘’Good shot, cowboy.’’ 

“Just don't shoot the deputy.”

“Please, I shot the sheriff!”

The eldest Winchester chuckled, continuing his mission to find his favorite meal before burgers. Dean already had the ideal scenario in mind; a whole pie for himself — an apple one if he was lucky —, beer, and a Doctor Sexy marathon.

The Winchester's perfect illusion was cracked by the sight of a certain dessert. He was beyond choked by what could be found in his hands. Horrified, even. You, his own girlfriend, brought a cake into his home.

‘’Y/N, what is this?’’ Dean furrowed his eyebrows, opening the plastic seal of the dessert.

You weren’t sure why he was asking. Last time you checked, his secret sweet tooth liked chocolate. Besides, he didn't appear to be drunk. Your reply came out more like a question than anything else: ‘’A cake?’’

His eyes went wide. ‘’The one who shouldn’t be named!’’

‘’Harry Potter? And you said it was a nerd movie.’’ Sam raised his gaze from the book, watching the scene unfold from the security of the research table. His brother just rolled his eyes at him, too appalled by your crime to give Sammy a witty comeback.

You sighed. ‘’Dean, don’t be dramatic. I’ve seen you eating cake before. We even shared a sli — “

‘’It was a cheesecake, Y/N,’’ Dean interrupted before Sam could catch up on what you said, a flash of pink on his cheeks. You betrayed him enough with the cake instead. The hunter didn't need his little brother making fun of him because you both shared a slice of cheesecake once. Nonetheless, he continued, ‘’There is a huge difference.’’

Dear Chuck, you were about to punch him.

‘’You are right. Cake is better than cheesecake and pie.’’ In the moment the words leave your mouth, you know that Dean will make a big deal out of it. His list of priorities included Sam, you, Cass, the Impala and pie. It was very often in that order, except your position and Sam’s shifted depending on the day. 

But the look on his face was priceless. With his mouth dropped into a silent 'o' and stout shoulders raised, his green eyes clamped onto yours as if he was accusing you of murder.

Thing is, you had killed before. Everyone in that room had their share of deaths, usually in front of and for each other, and never glared at each other like Dean was. The Winchester felt betrayed by the love of his life.

He was in love with someone who liked cake better than pie.

‘’You gotta be kidding me.’’ Dean huffed, shaking his head in disbelief. How could the love of his life say things like that? An accidental gunshot of yours would hurt less; he should know that.

You shrugged. ‘’Cake is fluffier. And softer.’’

‘’Since when is this a good thing? We are talking about food, not a bed." He gesticulated his point with shaking fists, obviously exasperated. You had to bite your cheek inside to contain your laughter. "Pie is more consistent!’’

‘’It's a classy taste, Dean. Besides, cake has frosting!’’

‘’Pie doesn’t need frosting!’’

‘’Guys...’’ Sam tried to interject, but neither of you turned away.

“Cake is so good that there are a lot of kinds: cheesecake, cupcake. What other type of pie is popular other than the usual one?”

“A classic is a classic. It is still consumed all over the world without the fancy stuff. Like a real meal.”

‘’All I hear is old.” Dean gave you an indignant glare, but you keep going anyway, “Cake always has better chocolate than pie.’’

‘’Because pie goes good with fruits and any other flavor, and cake is only good with chocolate.’’

You crossed your arms, a cocky smile filling out your features. ‘’So, you admit that cake is good?’’

‘’You know what? We don’t we find out which one is better now?’’ Dean's suggestion was wrapped up in a daring veil, his true intention proven once he opened the plastic container only to grab a piece of cake and carefully smash it against your cheek. ‘’How does it taste, sweetheart?’’

You had two options: be mad at him or play his game and win.

As Dean wore that lopsided, signature grin while slowly rubbing the cake against your face, the decision was made for you.

‘’What is a good cake without some whipped cream, huh?’’ You smirked, grabbing the whipped cream bottle and spraying on him. With a mask of faux innocence, you asked, “Oops, how did that get in there?’’

Sam finally got up from the chair, slamming a book of Brazilian spells closed as he stalked towards the both of you. ‘’You two, enough! You are acting like children, not two adults in a serious, mature relationship. You’ll end up enacting your weird kinks and leaving the mess for me to clean up, so cut it!’’

Everything is immediately engulfed by silence as Sam's steps making their way to his room along with his huffs. You and Dean looked at each other, shame and guilt spread across on your faces as if your dad had caught you stealing cookies before dinner. 

But it was Y/N /Y/L/N and Dean Winchester. Of course they burst into peals of laughter not even ten seconds after Sammy was gone. The younger Winchester could still hear the noise from the kitchen. He shook his head; you and Dean really were made for each other.

“I feel like I just got grounded by my mom.”

“Yeah, Sammy and his hair. Definitely maternal figure material right there.” Dean rolled his eyes and you chuckled. “You know, he isn't wrong about something.”

Arching your brows, your curiosity followed the green eyed hunter’s mischievous smirk. “What is it?”

He got a bit of whipped cream on his finger, wiping it on your cheek. God, you already knew where your 24/7 let's get to it boyfriend was going.

“We do have a few little kinks here and there.” Dean leaned in and licked the cream from your cheek.

“Ew, you weirdo!” You chuckled, slapping his chest playfully. “But this whipped cream could be useful...” You held the cake container, gaze drifting from it to Dean before gesturing to your pussy with the bottle. “Have your cake and eat it too, yeah?”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, tongue pushing against his teeth as he grabbed your waist to pull you closer. “Pie and Cake. P and C. I like where this is going.”

“But first! Let's clean it up, okay?” With a quick peck on the tip of his nose, you pulled away. Dean groaned, but impatience was replaced by a silent contentment that spread through him. After all, the award would be totally worth it.

Precisely one minute passed peacefully: Dean cleaning up the floor and you keeping the groceries until you felt the little devil on your shoulder tickled you teasingly. You decided to play with fire a little more. What could happen?

‘’Hey, Dean.” You got a hmm mumble as response — a surefire signal for you to continue. “A birthday, we celebrate that with pie or cake?’’

Round two, here they go.

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[huntective-kyeo]

❗Warning❗ TYPOS, SPELLING, AND GRAMMAR. And English is not my first language. Kinda angry hehehe

This is my first time to post it here and I hope you like it. Feel free to criticize my writing so I can improve.

So enjoy.

FIRST FANFIC

My Father is Dean Winchester

Dean POV

I sat down on the chair and open the lid of the beer. It's been hectic two weeks. Sam and I hunt a witch in Colorado and it took us a week to find the witch and killed it. That witch got Sam to bruise his ankle, and a concussion but thankfully nothing major injuries that needed stitches and so. Most of all the sonavabitch wore witch almost touch and probably hex my Baby which I did make her pay for it.

All in all, it took us a few days to get back at the bunker and now I'm sitting on the chair, probably wanted to eat some pies and get drunk.

My thoughts interrupt when the door opened and I looked up wonder who that person is. My instinct is to grab my trustful gun and aim it towards that intruder. However instead of getting alert, and hunting instinct it exactly quite opposite to what I feel right now.

Third POV.

A girl took a deep breath and with her shaky hand, she holds the handle and she pauses before she opened the door.

She didn't know what to do or what to say. She felt nervous to face them all. She wants to keep it secret however it keeps harder and harder to hide all the symptoms she felt during the last few months.

with heavy heart and soul, she opened the door and wish that bunker is well as empty as when she leaves it a few hours ago.

She didn't notice that the Impala, her first love park on her usual spot, she didn't notice a man sit on the chair seem like thinking something, she didn't notice her dad.

Dean POV

" y/n? " I blurted out. I didn't notice that my daughter y/n leave the bunker without telling us, or wasn't I?

Y/n my precious daughter, my little sunshine, and the only reason aside from my little brother who keeps me alive. 16 years ago Her mother and I met at the bar and happened to have one night stand. I was drunk to forget us condoms. I didn't realize it until, nine months later, Kylia found me and she shove the newly baby born into arms. I didn't hear her rants about not wanting kids because I was so fallen to my baby girl. I swear y/n is the most beautiful baby girl that I've ever seen. From that fateful night, I swore that I protect and love her no matter what.

With the help of my brother and my family, we did a good job raising a finest and yet mini-me y/n which kinda bit frustrated when she becomes a rebellious teenager and seeking for a new way to hunt.

I know that being a father and hunter ain't hood to raise a child in a world full of darkness but I did try my best to become a father that she deserved and not the father that I used to grow up

I again clear up my throat and by the time that I saw her, I know something is terrible up. Called it father instinct. My stomach began to feel something that I don't know if it's about the food or the worriedness about my daughter.

"Where have you been, I told you not to go outside not unless if you needed something but should-" I stumble and am shocked by a sudden hug coming from my daughter. My eyebrows meet and speculate more thoughts about what happened to her during a few weeks.

Then suddenly y/n cried up and my heart broke up thousand of pieces. Through I used to her cry of nonsense but this is different. I can feel it.

I began to think of a different reason why she cried like this. Is she on her period? Did a boy break her heart? If it is, then who? Oh god, my baby girl is heartbroken?! No-no-no.

" Hey, baby girl what's wrong? " I managed to ask a few words as I stroke her hair.

I didn't get her reply as she continues sobbing and sniffing on my chest. I continuously stroke her hair and rubbed a small circle on her back. With her tears I heard, I began to tear up which probably I got hurt when my baby girl gets hurt.

I saw Sam holding a can and some books and gave me confused look. I know he was confused about what is going on and the same as me. I only gave her shrug off before concentrate on keeping her calm down.

I sigh and sing a song that makes her calm down. It's a song that I always sing to her whenever she feels scared and upset. it her lullaby and till now I always sing to her when she felt like this. And now even though she's growing up ain't stopping this.

'Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better'

I sang softly and smile. I heard her sobs subside and her shoulder is no longer tensed. I kissed her head and quietly sing the rest of the song

By the song ends, y/n look up to me and hate to see her red-rimmed eyes and red nose face at me.

" Daddy... "

Y/n POV

After the song finish, I felt quite comfortable and my heart no longer pains me.

" daddy" I called up again. I hate seeing my dad worried glances and I wanted to back down but I know it's too late, now that I cried to his chest, and makes my father worried.

" what's wrong, princess " I nearly chuckle to hear the old nickname that I used to love but hate now. I should give my father annoying and death glares to him but I'm drained and tired to argue with my father.

Instead of the reply to his question, I took a piece of paper inside my leather jacket. With my shaky hand, I hesitate to give it to him. I saw my father unfold the paper and read it.

I know he reads it as I saw his face turn to a worried and horrifying face. I bit my lip as teardrops start to stream to his face and suddenly it aches my heart.

I didn't realize that my uncle Sam was there and he took the paper that my dad read it. My dad was frozen and saw Sam has the same reaction but he stumbled a bit and luckily sat on the chair or else he would hurt more.

The air was tense and several minutes seemed like a century to me as I was forced to see my dad and uncle of their horrifying reaction.

I was about to leave them and lock them up in my room but my dad grabs my wrist and put pressure on it, so I couldn't shove it off, I hesitate to look at his now red-rimmed eyes just like mine.

" Is this true? "

My heart broke as I nod

" when... When did it start? "

I flinched to hear a tone when my dad wanted a straight answer but I could see the difference of it. Instead of deadly and threatened, it's a broken and saddened tone that probably haunt me the rest of my life.

" honey, when did start... " I look up to him as a surprise to hear the familiar fatherly sweet tone that only me can know.

"a few months ago. When you just back from purgatory dad... " I mumble but I know that dad heard it because he mumbles coherent words that I know he's cursing, I wish it's not from me.

Then suddenly my dad sat down on the chair and then he hugged tightly couldn't breathe but slightly loose the tightness but still hugging me

" We can pull this up alright, we will. N/n we will fight this together okay, we'll find ways to rid this shit. We will be on your battle. " I then look up at my father and saw the tense and urging look " we will fight this out but you'll do your job ok, you'll kick this shit out, and keep fighting. Don't give up okay please, little n/n. " I heard him crack as didn't say anything considering, I was crying again and the inky response I can get is nodding.

Then I hug my father again and I feel another wrapped strong arms. I smile softly that uncle Sam joined the party. Now we are Complete, I feel like I'm ready to fight this shut out.

" Winchester is hard to kill, not even cancer. " I chuckle to hear uncle Sammy spoke.

"Yeah right, so you gonna do your part little princess, aright. Don't give up. " My father kiss my forehead. We parted away and wipes the tears we have. We laugh as we sniffle then finally our tears died down.

My father, Dean wipe the remaining tears and I look up to him confused. I saw him sad and regret my eyes and my heart sank.

" I love you N/Niepie, " then he kisses my forehead.

----AND CUT!!! ---

" Nice work J2 and Jodi damn there are no dried tears here " Robert yelled as all the staff and crew wipe their tears. " okay thirty minutes break, Jared, come to me I gotta asked you something" he added.

A group of assistants swarms the actors and did their task. Some wipe their sweats, do makeup, fixing their hair, and so on.

Jensen chuckles a little bit and wipes the remaining tears from his eyes.

" nice job dude, seem like the Days of our Lives gig paid off huh" A sixteen years old, young actress Jodi Smith tease him.

He rolled his eyes and ruffle her hair. " nice try but no you not riding my Baby" Jodi groan and about to reply when her assistant came and whisper to her ear "You're lucky, Mr. Ackles. Robert needs me now but I won't stop bothering you not until I sat on the driver seat and ride the impala".

When Jodi is out of sight, Jensen Ackles began to walk through his trailer. The thirty minutes of break is not enough of yearning for his daughter.

By the time he got inside. He locks it and sits on the couch. He rubbed his tired face as he grabs the old filthy Cinderella wallet. Today scene was emotional to him, not because of the scene itself but because he truly did miss his daughter y/n

In the finale of season 12, alongside Jack Kline played Alexander Calvert, and y/n Winchester played Jodi Smith we're both introduced and a new cast of Supernatural. Jensen was supposed to be glad that there are two new members of their family, but instead, it replaces guilt and dreadful feelings.

It's not the new cast members but the fact that Jodi Smith portrays is seem a great punch to his heart that he starts to realize he still has a daughter that should be taken care of.

No one knows not even Jared. Danneel and the kids, the crew nor the fans knew that the great Jensen Ackles has a secret daughter and only his close family knew about this truth.

" I'm sorry princess, How I wish I was there for you but you know I can't."

Jensen stroke a faded picture of an eight-year-old girl holding a doll whilst hugging the twenty-year-old Jensen Ackles.

" I'm sorry, I love you" he kisses the picture with so much love and tears began to stream down his cheeks

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Lake Party

Words: 1.9k

Chapter Warnings: Angst, underaged drinking, flirting, kissing, catcalling

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After you went inside you got straight to work,  you decided that you would choose the bathing suit for Dean,  and the outfit for Sam,  because Sammy never really liked when you wore two pieces,  he didn't like to flaunt you, even though sometimes you wish he would. First you set your clothes out once you had that all ready, you go to work on your makeup and hair,  for makeup you went with a very light peach the was shimmery for eyeshadow.  You put on some eyeliner and mascara,  then a lip gloss.  For hair you did two French braids.  When you were done with that you slipped on your bathing suit and dress along with a nice pair of flats.

Once you were ready you grabbed your phone and bag and headed down stairs hoping to eat a little of that pie before you left.  Once you made it downstairs your mom was hugging Jake with tears in her eyes,  once she released him she saw Dean and gave him a strange look,  but soon that look turned into one of understanding.  She smiled at him and welcomed him in.  You got everybody a piece of pie,  while you were sitting down eating you phone rang.  You grabbed it and looked at the caller.  It was Sam.  "Hold on I gotta take this.  Meet you outside? " Dean nodded and headed for the door while you made your way into the kitchen to talk to Sam.  It wasn't much he just wanted to know if you needed a ride there,  which you didn't.  What you didn't know was how your mother stopped Dean just before he followed Jake outside.

~Deans POV~

(y/n) 's mom stopped me just before I was outside, "hey Dean,  isn't it? " She asked.  "Yes ma'am? " I replied turning around to face her.  "My baby has been through so much,  all that I ask is that you take care of her. " She cocked an eyebrow at me,  at first I didn't know what I should say,  just then I saw (y/n)  walking out of the kitchen looking pleased and happy,  before I could stop myself I looked back to her mother,  "Yes ma'am I will,  I promise. " She looked pleased with my answer and backed off,  just then (y/n)  came and stood by me,  "you promise what? " She looked up to me,  with what looked like hope in her eyes.  Before I could do anything her mom came over and gave her a kiss on the cheek,  "I presume your staying with Jake tonight? " She asked both of us,  (y/n)  nodded and said,  "if you don't mind... " Her mother nodded and waved us off her doorstep,  "remember sweetheart don't do anything I wouldn't! " He mom hollered at her,  before we reached the car,  she blushed hard and looked down in embarrassment causing me to chuckle.

~Your POV~

Smooth mom,  real smooth.  At that exact moment you wanted the earth to open and swallow you whole,  but when Dean chuckled,  it made you realize he didn't take it seriously,  making you a little sad,  but you smiled nonetheless.  You hopped in the car,  and Dean went around to the drivers side,  Jake looked back at you,  "Nice job not looking like trash. " You put your hand on your chest in mock hurt,  as both boys snickered amongst themselves, you leaned up and hit the both in the shoulder,  then you all started laughing again. 

  "But in all honesty (y/n), " Dean started,  "you look amazing. " He looked at you through the mirror with that smirk that make your knees weak, and that gaze that's so intense it's hard to look away,  but you managed mumbling a small "thanks." Before looking back out the window.

~Time Skip to the Party~

As you got out of the car,  you looked up hoping to spot Sam,  when you didn't,  you figured he show up sooner or later.  Jake walked over to his group of friends,  and started talking with them,  leaving you and Dean.  

"Do you want to grab something drink? " You asked him nodding your head towards the table holding various types of beer,  whiskey,  and soda. "Sure." He replied,  you both made your way to the table,  once you got there you grabbed a can of Coke and drank some of it before pouring some whiskey in it.  Dean gave you a 'really? ' look,  and you just said  "what? ",  " I've never seen a girl who likes whiskey. " He replied grabbed a beer a cracking it open.  

"Well I like whiskey. " There it was that same perky voice that you came to loathe.  Megan grab a bottle before chugging at least a fourth of it  you and Dean watched her shocked.  "Woah,  Megan slow down. " You tried coaxing her,  you didn't like her,  but it's only fair you warn her of the side effects.  "Shut up,  (y/n).  I know what I'm doing. " She said setting the bottle down,  before grabbing Dean's face and kissing him.  Hard.  

"I'll leave you guys alone then... " You said picking up your drink and walking towards Jake.  Once you got over there you noticed your friend Sarah was talking to him,  making you smile.  "I see you two are catching up nicely. " You said trying not to be to pushy.  "Yeah,  I missed a lot. " That's when you saw it,  they were holding hands.  Once Jake noticed you saw he blushed rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand.  "I get it.  Ill leave you lovebirds alone! " You said over your shoulder walking away.  When you turned around you bumped into a strong frame,  almost spilling your drink everywhere.  "Oh,  shit!  Sorry! " You said trying to move out of their way,  when he lifted your chin with his fingers so he could see your face,  you smiled.  "Hey,  Sam. " 

"Hey,  I would ask if you want to get a drink,  but I see you already have one. " He said pointing to your drink in your hand as you took a sip of it.  "So,  where are you going in such a hurry? " He said now walking with you by your side. "Oh I was actually going to talk to Sheryl. " You said looking down at where you were walking then looking up at him sideways only to see him staring down at you.  "You remember her right?  Sheryl Waters? "

"Oh,  yeah Sherry.  Why do you want to talk to her?  I don't remember you guys being close. " He said stopping at the drink table to grab a beer,  you stopped with him leaning against the table. 

"I think she has a thing for one of my friends,  Dean.  And I just wanted to know if she needed any help with that. " You said maybe a little to depressing like,  because he only replied with a 'hm. '. 

All of a sudden Mark showed up beside you,  "Hey sweet cheeks! " He said while wobbling a bit.  "Wow,  only 5: 30 and your already drunk? " You asked chuckling a bit at the site of him.  He used to be Sam's best friend before he moved. 

"Hey Mark!  Long time no see! " Sam said pulling Mark in for a bro hug,  "Sammy is that you? " Mark asked looking up squinting towards Sam,  "dude,  you need to cut your hair! " Mark said making you nudge him in the arm,  "I think it's fine just the way it is. " You said blushing a bit as Sam sweetly smiled down at you.  Sam was so amazing it hurt your heart to know that he didn't love you enough to stay with you even if he was moving,  but he was right,  it was better to end things in person than over text.  "Well I think I'm going to go find Sherry now. " You told the guys,  Sam reached down to kiss you,  but you moved your head just in time so he would hit your cheek instead,  making him frown slightly. 

After walking for a bit,  you found Sherry,  she was standing in front of the lake gazing out into the beautiful horizon with the sun slowly setting,  "hey Sherry. " You must have scared her because she jumped a little making you chuckle,  "sorry,  for scaring you.  But what are you doing out here all alone?  Why don't we go find Dean? " You asked her walking up next to her.  "He's not interested... " She said looking down while frowning,  even though you really liked Dean and you had no idea why you were helping her with him,  but you felt bad for her.  "What!?  Of course he is!  You saw how he looked at you at the diner. " You said now standing in front of her you drink forgotten on the ground,  holding her upper arms with your hands making her look at you.  "I saw him making out with Megan... " She said looking even more sad now,   it made you also feel terrible,  if Sam doesn't take you home tonight,  your not sure anyone will.  "Well then let's show him what he's missing! " You said stripping out of your dress and shoes,  "(y/n)!  Omg what are y-" She cut herself off once she saw you had a bathing suit on underneath,  "oh... " 

"Well,  come on Sherry!  Don't you have a bathing suit on? " She nodded her head but still kept her arms over her chest.  That's when you realized she was a year younger than you,  therefore a lot...  Smaller than you. "Come on,  no one will judge,  and if they do,  screw them! " You exclaimed throwing your hands in the air,  "yeah,  but he'll still only have eyes for her... " She said still sounding sad,  man this was going to be a hard fight but you will win.  "Sherry, " You said grabbing her hands,  "there are many other guys here,  so screw dean. " Finally she gave in taking off her shorts and tank top,  making some guys catcall her,  making her blush and smile,  "there you go!  Now come on! " You grabbed her hand and started running towards the rope swing.  "Would you like to do the honors miss Sherry?" Bowing in front of her,  she smiled but said "do you mind going first?  I've never really...  Done this. " You stood up and grabbed on to the rope looking around once more,  you saw Sam staring at you,  making you blush,  but then you turned and saw Dean staring at you biting his lip,  which made you feel brave,  after winking at him you swung yourself of the dock and let go of the rope before pencil diving into the water,  for a moment you didn't come up,  scaring Dean,  but after another second you popped out of the water and swam to land,  once you made it,  everybody cat called,  and hollered when you bowed.  Once you were done,  you walked back over to your drink and sat down taking a sip you saw Sherry swimming around with some guy,  making you smile. 

While you were distracted someone came and sat by you.

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Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: After you had a stunt accident on the Supernatural set, your leg is broken and you have to stay in bed while being on some high painkillers. Good thing, Jensen takes care of you. Well, in his own dork way anyways… (requested)

Word Count: 1,151

Warnings: Fluff, Dork!Jensen and mentions of broken bones

Author’s Note: Based on this request by anonymous. Can I request an injured reader x Jensen? Maybe reader falls down the stairs and breaks her leg, concussion. And Jensen trying to take care of her? Or maybe reader has come down with high fever and cold, I couldn't think of any other plot, I just wanted so s fluff with Jensen taking care of sick/hurt reader! Thanks. Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it. Show it some love, guys. Enjoy reading. <3

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you to bed," Jensen said after picking you up from the hospital where you had to spend a few days. You were happy to finally be home and Jensen supported you as you entered your house together. Your plaster leg made a dull noise when it touched the wooden floor.

Together with Jensen's help you limped to the stairs leading up to the bedroom. Jensen swiftly picked you up from the floor and carried you up the stairs in bridal style while your duffel bag hung over his arm. You were high on painkillers and pressed his biceps in admiration. "You're so strong!" you whispered with big eyes as your fingers closed around the hard muscles in his arm. A low laugh rumbled in his chest and you leaned your head against it to listen to the deep sound.

With one foot he pushed open the door to your bedroom, then carefully maneuvered you through the door and laid you gently on the bed. You enjoyed the feeling of the soft pillow under your head and buried your fingers in the white sheets while you sighed comfortably. Jensen cleaned up a little further back in the room and brought you a pillow. Gently he lifted your cast leg and carefully pushed the pillow under it before gently bedding your leg on it.

"Thank you." you muttered and watched the blond man with the apple-green eyes move towards the door. He pressed a kiss on your cheek as he passed by and you reached for his hand. "Don't go" you pleaded and he smiled at you lovingly as he took his hand away. "I'll be right back. I'll just get you a glass of water and your painkillers," he replied after he had freed himself from your grip and stepped towards the door. At the door he turned again and winked at you. "Don't miss me too much, baby." You snorted and with a laugh he disappeared. You heard the heavy steps going down the stairs and sighed.

That damn leg would cause you trouble for a few more weeks. It happened on the shoot for the new Supernatural episode. A stunt that went wrong had left you with a broken leg. You'd jumped off the building, but you came up with one leg off the mat. Immediately a stabbing pain had shot through your leg and it had cracked ugly, after that you couldn't put any weight on it. Jared rushed to you immediately, as did other crew members. Your character had just broken into a pathology with Sam to look for clues, then you had to flee. Misha and Jensen had been shooting on another set at the time and didn't know about it until later, then Jensen came straight to you in the hospital.

You had been playing Dean's on-off girlfriend on the screen for several years because you were both incapable of a relationship. But behind the camera it had been going perfectly for years. You had been married for almost three years now and even longer together. Sometimes you still couldn't believe how you had managed to hook this good-looking guy. The whole world wanted Jensen Ackles and you were the person who had won his heart. Sometimes in insecure moments, you didn't know what he saw in you. What did you do to deserve him? This handsome, funny and charming man who woke up next to you every day and looked at you with pure love in his eyes. You fell a little bit more for him every day, even after all this time. You wouldn't have believed you could love someone so much, but Jensen proofed you wrong everyday. The love in his eyes told you that he felt the same about you.

The door was pushed open and your husband launched a tray in one hand, a stack of DVDs in the other. The stack was swaying dangerously, but he managed to catch it just in time. He placed the tray on your bedside table next to you. "Here you go, sweetheart." He said and gave some painkillers that you swallowed down your throat with a sip of water. "Thank you, Jay." You mumbled. "Look, I brought you some chocolate ice cream. From your favorite brand. Also all the 'The Office' seasons we had in the living room." You smiled happy. He just knew exactly what you needed. He handed you your ice cream and put the first season in the player.

"There's only one thing missing, babe." You said that with a slight smile on your lips. He spun around in surprise, then looked at you questioningly. "You. Next to me. In bed. Cuddling." He laughed. "All right. Let me just turn on the show and I'll be right with you."

The mattress dropped under his weight and seconds later he was next to you. Your bandaged leg rested across his legs as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your head lay on his chest and you listened to his slow heartbeat as you followed the action on the TV. The constant raising and lowering of your husband's chest lulled you in as his fingers combed through your hair gently. When you were close to him, you just felt safe, loved, you felt at home.

The tiredness soon threatened to overwhelm you as soon as the painkillers unfolded their full effect. You yawned softly and nuzzled your face into his broad chest.

"You're the best husband ever, you know that?" you muttered softly into his shirt. "Uh-huh." He hummed. "I know." He grinned sheepishly at you and you rolled your eyes, though a smile crept up on your lips. "Oh, and did I mention you're the biggest dork on earth?" You retorted and he laughed. "Yes, twice, honey." "Oh...Well, just wanted to make sure." You jawned. He smiled and stood up. The bed moved under his weight. He switched off the TV and turned the curtains shut. And with that, he banned the last rays of the sun from the room. "You're tired, sleep now," he said. "I don't wanna." You protested weakly. "Stay with me." He chuckled slightly. 
 "I will be with you when you wake up." He promised and you knew he would keep his promise. He had never broken it in all those years. You struggled with your fatigue, but your eyes lids began to drop slowly. You nuzzled into the soft pillow. "I love you." he whispered, then you felt his soft lips as he pressed a tender kiss on your forehead. You were almost asleep now. "Sweet dreams, baby."

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