#feels very jensen about a certain someone…

[hitmeupaep]

this is something so serious to me

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Heavenly Seven

This fic will cover my Fumbling, Tickly, Giggling Sex square on my 2nd @jacklesversebingo card.

Summary: Will a silly night out turn into what Y/N has always wanted?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Sex/making out with strangers mentioned. Kissing. Brief fingering. Oral (f. receiving). Protected PinV sex. Sort of public sex (but not really). Slight overstimulation. Pining. Fluff.

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 4,973

A/N: Here is the next request for my second @jacklesversebingo card. It's been a while since I've been able to get to one of these fantastic requests, so I apologize for the wait. This was a fun one from an anon:

I have an ask for the Fumbly, ticklely giggly sex’ square if you would be interested. I like the idea of Jensen or Dean being friends with reader and they are both dating other people. They go to maybe a sex type club as a joke when they are a bit tipsy on a night out, where you can go into separate rooms with strangers in the dark so you can’t see each other and it’s a bit like 7 minutes in heaven adult version. They set it up with their respective others to meet in a certain room but for some reason they get switched and the reader and Jensen/Dean don’t know they are in the room together and start making out and only then realise they have each other in there but take advantage of the fact that they can do it cause they have secret feelings for each other they never admitted and they do take advantage of it!!! 😜🥵 it’s fumbling in the dark and they both think the other doesn’t know but they both secretly do. Maybe their giggling gives each other away but they still go through with it. Does that make sense?

I veered a little bit away from your request lovely anon. It also has more plot that I originally planned on. Lol! But I hope it still gives you what you were looking for. ❤️

A/N 2: This is a slightly younger version of Jensen (I'm figuring somewhere around 30 and in this AU world he isn't famous yet, and he did attend college at UT. He's still an actor though. Also, as always of course, this is a multiverse, single version of Jensen and this is a complete work of fiction.

The beautiful divider below was created by @talesmaniac89

“Okay, everyone! Here are the rules!”

Jensen was talking to his new girlfriend and I elbowed him in the ribs.

“Hey, pay attention to the rules or you won't know how to play. And in this place I feel like that could get very awkward.”

Jensen smiled at me grimly. “Yeah, sorry.”

I shook my head as his latest girlfriend, Stacey, crossed her arms over her chest, definitely pouting about something.

I knew they were already having problems. They’d decided to come to this club as a way to spice up their romance. But their relationship was barely two months old. If it already needed resuscitation, I didn't really hold out much hope for it.

Jensen had begged me to come with them so he’d have someone else to commiserate with if things got too weird. I agreed and brought Ethan along which annoyed Jensen, but I mean, I was sort of dating him.

The club we were in was called 7 Minutes or More. The premise was pretty much the adult version of 7 minutes in heaven. Except instead of a closet, the club offered fully appointed rooms with king sized beds, and a mini bar for…after. If it went that far. 

If you came as part of a couple you had to sign waivers saying that you were there by your own choice, and that the club wouldn’t be held responsible for any “relationship fallout” from what went down while you were there. Ethan hadn’t liked that part, but I shrugged and told him not to worry about it. I was already regretting asking him to come.

The guy running things at the club wore a neon pink feather boa and had a deep, rich voice that sounded like he belonged on the radio or maybe advertising luxury cars.  He held up his hand again to try and get everyone’s attention, finally managing to quiet the hesitant participants.

“Okay, thanks everyone for coming to 7 Minutes,” he paused dramatically, “or more.” He said in a seductive kind of voice while he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. There were quite a few nervous giggles as he continued with a wide grin.

“My name is Eduardo the Extraordinary!” He said with a flourish of his boa. People laughed and he grinned. “Okay, so maybe back home in Pasedena, I’m just plain old Eddie Lakelin, but that’s boring as fuck, so…”

Everyone laughed again and I started to feel a bit more at ease. 

“Now, some of you are here in couples, which, you know, good for you for venturing out of your comfort zone. And to help you along in that regard, we take steps to make sure everyone is shuffled well, and that you won’t end up with the one who brought you! If, however, something gets mixed up and you find yourself accidentally paired with your partner, please let one of our lovely ladies know,” he indicated the five or six women standing behind him, “and we’ll reshuffle your keys and give you new partners.”

All four of us exchanged looks. The friend of Stacey’s that had suggested the club had told her that when you got there you simply chose what room number you wanted, and then you were paired up with whoever else chose the same number. So our stealthy plan to stay together had been for Ethan and I to each pick number four and Jensen and Stacey were going to pick number eight.

But apparently the club went out of their way to put strangers together. I figured that really was more in keeping with the whole, 7 Minutes in Heaven theme. This changed things a bit though. We all chatted quickly, trying to decide if we were all cool with making out with some other person for seven minutes. Stacey was all for it, Jensen and I were on the fence, and Ethan was a no, full stop. 

“I don’t want you making out with some other weirdo.” 

“So you’re saying you’re the only weirdo she can make out with?” Jensen asked and I elbowed him again. 

He’d made no secret of the fact that he couldn’t stand Ethan. He said he was whiny (which he was) and selfish (ditto) and that he didn’t deserve me. Which was very sweet, but I waved off his concerns. 

“Look, I’m not saying he’s gonna be my life partner, okay? But he’s fine. Besides, it beats being alone.” I argued. 

“Does it?” He’d asked and I shrugged. I didn’t add what I was thinking.

Not every guy is gonna be you, Jensen. 

Jensen and I had been best friends for ten years, ever since I was a Freshman at UT and he saved me at a frat party - my very first frat party. He was a Junior, and a couple hours into the party he’d shown up at my side out of nowhere and pulled my drink out of my hand. He smiled at me and pulled me into a dance. 

I was fairly drunk and pretty confused. He told me he wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but he thought the guy beside me (who I didn’t know) had slipped something into my drink. We finished the dance and he asked if I wanted him and his girlfriend to walk me home - which I agreed to and thanked him for.

Even as out of it as I was, though, I distinctly remember being bitterly heartbroken that he had a girlfriend. 

But six months later when they broke up, I was dating Asshole Football Player #1. Within a month Jensen started dating a girl from his acting class, and broke up two weeks later, but then quickly got back together. During their second go around I broke up with Asshole #1 and started dating Asshole Football Player #2. A month later Jensen and the actress broke up for good. But I stayed with Asshole #2 through the rest of college - until two days before graduation when I found out he was cheating on me. 

And had been for a long time.

Jensen was already in LA by then, but I called him to pour out my broken heart and he listened to me bawl and then jumped in his car. It was a twenty hour drive from LA. 

He made it in sixteen, getting there in time to hug me in my cap and gown, clap loudly with my parents when I was handed my diploma, sit through a slightly tortuous dinner with my parents and my extended family, and then take me out to get drunk.

He was my best friend and I knew I was his. But for me things went much deeper. I had been attracted to him from the first moment I laid eyes on him, and sometimes it physically hurt to be near him, to hug him, or cuddle up next to him. But I also wasn’t willing to give up those moments, so I suffered through them. 

I had no idea if, at any point in our friendship, he’d ever felt the same. Our timing was complete shit, we kept missing our windows to even try. I’d never attempted to say anything to him (though what would I even say?) because either he was in a relationship or I was, so the moment was never right. 

Not that he’d ever indicated he wanted to try, but sometimes there were moments where I felt like, maybe? Maybe he did? But I could never be sure. Suffice it to say we had a very complicated relationship. At least on my end.

And now we were here together, dating people neither one of us really wanted to be dating, deciding on whether or not we wanted to try making out with strangers. 

I looked at Jensen and a thought struck my mind. What if I ended up with him? What if he ended up with me? What if we were paired together?

“I wanna do it!” I blurted out. Ethan looked furious 

“No.” He said in an angry whisper.

I thought about trying to smooth his ruffled feathers, cajole him into trying, but in the end I just decided it was just too much work.

“I’m doing it.” I said instead.

“And I’m telling you, I won't allow it.” Ethan growled out at me, getting into my face. "I won't put up with it."

I rolled my eyes, truly just done with his alpha male bullshit. “Then don’t. Bye.” I said and waved him away.

Ethan’s light brown eyes were rage-filled slits as he stared at me. I felt Jensen step up behind me, and knew he’d have my back. Ethan must have realized it too, cause he huffed out a childish whine and took off.

Eduardo the Extraordinary saw Ethan storm away and gave a theatrical grimace and then pretended to whisper conspiratorially to me.

“Probably better off without him, sweetie.”

More nervous laughter surrounded me and I felt a little embarrassed. But I also felt as though a big weight had been lifted off of me. 

Hmm, I thought, probably a sign I really am better off without him.

Jensen pulled me into a sideways hug and kissed the top of my head. I closed my eyes and sighed. It was exactly these moments that I loved and hated all at once. 

“Wanna bow out, darlin’?” He asked quietly, and as always his deep voice and soft drawl made me melt.

I shook my head, still holding on to the small possibility that I could finally get my seven minutes in heaven with Jensen. A voice was telling me that that was a stupid, dangerous wish - but I ignored it.

“No, I’m good.” I shrugged and laughed lightly. “What the hell? Maybe I’ll meet the man of my dreams here.” I looked up at Jensen and tried hard not to let my expression tell him, “It’s you, you idiot! Kiss me!”

Eduardo continued with the rules.

“So the way the game is played is, you'll all be given seven minutes with your anonymous partner. At the end of seven minutes there will be a soft buzzer. If you're finished, just leave. But if you both want to stay another seven minutes, you can have another seven minutes. If after 14 minutes total neither of you wants to come out, then we'll stop buzzing you guys and you can just have the rest of the hour to...get acquainted some more. There are light switches just inside the door, if at any point you want to turn the lights on. But we encourage you to at least try the first seven minutes in the dark. It's fun!!”

“We really all just wanna have a good time,” Eduardo reiterated, “so let's do that!”

There was another round of applause and cheering and Eduardo raised his arms in celebration.

“Now,” he called out over the applause,”you're all gonna leave now and be called back in, randomly one by one, and we'll show you to your door. If you're the first in the room, just wait patiently. Your partner will get there shortly and then your first seven minutes will begin.”

***

I waited in the lobby with everyone and there was a giddy kind of awkwardness in the air as we all just stood there waiting to be called. Out of the three of us, I went in first and as I looked back at Jensen he gave me a smile, but it was a slightly strange smile and I couldn't decipher it. 

I re-entered the room we just left and approached Eduardo. He smiled at me warmly.

“Alright, it’s the little mama who said ‘bye-bye’ to the man-child.” He said with a laugh.

I smiled shyly, still slightly embarrassed by it the scene we made. “Not to worry sweetie,” he said, patting my hand, “because I know JUST who to pair you with.”

He winked at me and handed me a key with the number six on it. “Enjoy!”

“Thanks.” I said quietly, my stomach nervous. 

Can I really do this, I thought? It was so unlike me, I was pretty vanilla when it came to sex and dating. So making out with a random stranger in the dark was way out of my comfort zone. But it was a fun kind of nervousness, like feeling the rollercoaster climbing upwards to that first drop. And in the back of my mind was the secret hope that the man in the dark was going to feel a little bit familiar to me.

It was hard to tell how long I waited before the door opened and someone stepped inside. The room beyond the door had been darkened so that it was almost impossible even to make out a silhouette. 

The door closed and I could feel my heart beating fast and hard. I could sense someone approaching and I bit my lip as a familiar scent hit my nose. I was sure that it was Jensen’s cologne. I’d cuddled into his sweaters enough times that I knew it well. But it wasn’t impossible that another guy wore the same kind of cologne. 

But it made all the butterflies come alive in my stomach. I held out my hand in his direction so that he would know he reached me. My hand brushed against his torso and I squeaked and then tried to stifle my giggle, trying to abide with the ‘stay quiet’ part of the game. 

The man who was possibly Jensen took hold of my hand and brought it to his lips to kiss the fingertips. I gasped lightly at the feel of the man’s full, soft lips. More proof that the man standing in front of me might just be my best friend. The hours I’d spent pining after those lips…I sighed. 

I knew them well.

He brought his hand forward, probably trying to find my cheek, but he overshot his reach and ended up sort of punching me lightly in the forehead.

I let out a small “oomph” and he let out a moan of contrition. I giggled again, and heard his answering chuckle, and I was suddenly sure that it was Jensen. It smelled like him, felt like him, and sounded like him. 

It has to be him, right? I thought to myself as he shifted his hand so it was running down my cheek. 

I remembered Eduardo’s wink and wondered if his years of matchmaking strangers had given him a sixth sense about my feelings for Jensen. Could he have been so kind as to put us together?

Long fingers gripped the side of my neck and pulled me closer to him. I could feel the heat radiating from the hard body he pressed against me and I let out an involuntary sigh. He ran his thumb over my mouth. He may have just been trying to locate it in the dark, but I took the chance to pull the tip of it into my mouth and suck gently.

A harsh grunt issued from the invisible man making my blood run hot in my veins, and it was a sound I’d imagined a million times, a sound I’d heard in so many fantasies, and I felt it shoot straight to my core.

When I let go of his thumb he wasted no time in dragging me tight against him and landing his mouth on mine. He seemed to have no trouble finding it, slotting his mouth around mine and sucking on my top lip before pushing his tongue inside and swallowing the soft moan I couldn’t contain.

I reached my arms up to loop around his neck just as he brought both his hands to cup my cheeks. His hands bumped my arms and knocked them away. We broke the kiss, laughing too much to continue. After a moment he reached out to grab my arms and wrap them around his neck. Then he slid his hands around my waist and squeezed me as he bent to kiss me again. 

His mouth was heaven, no - it was sin. Heavenly sin. He slid his lips over my jawbone and down my neck to suck on the pulse point there and I pushed one hand into his short hair, and gripped the front of his t-shirt with the other. I wanted to feel the warm skin beneath the cotton, but I didn’t want to push him too far too fast by slipping my hand under his clothes.

Suddenly the buzzer sounded and we both jumped slightly. I couldn’t believe seven minutes had passed already. We both hesitated. I was desperate for him to stay, but I wasn’t sure what to say to make it happen. In the end we both said nothing, simply melting back into each other without words.

He took hold of my hands and led me forward while he walked backwards until he hit the bed and fell, pulling me down on top of him. There was more giggling from the two of us as we rolled together so that he laid along my right side. He reached for my waistband and his fingertips skimmed along my skin just under the hem of my t-shirt, hesitating slightly in question. I nodded enthusiastically, hoping he could sense it even if he couldn’t see it and I pushed his hand farther up under my shirt so that his knuckles brushed the underside of my breast. 

He groaned and cupped me through my bra, squeezing gently and making me arch into his big hand and whimper. He grunted at the noise and then used both hands to push up my shirt and wrench down the cups of my bra. He cradled my breast in his hand and dipped his head to pull my nipple into his mouth and suck on it hard. As his lips tightened around the aching bud I spoke without thinking.

“Fuck, Jensen.”

I had moaned his name out in my restless dreams so many times that at first I didn’t realize what I’d done. In the dark, everything felt like a dream anyway, like I’d fallen into one of my fantasies. But as his mouth stilled and he pulled away slightly I was kicking myself. 

Way to go, you’ve just ruined everything! I was yelling at myself.

But before I could spiral too far down the rabbit hole the second buzzer went off. Jensen pulled me up to sitting and he pressed his mouth softly to mine, readjusting my bra and shirt.

“Y/N.” He sighed gently. “Thank god. I knew it had to be you. I know your laugh so well and the way you sigh, I’ve heard it in my dreams a thousand times. It had to be you. No one else makes me hard like this.” He slid my hand over to feel the stiff ridge behind his zipper as he slipped his mouth down to suck on a spot just behind my ear that made me shiver.

“Wait, you knew it was me?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yeah, and I just hoped to God I was right.”

“What do you mean? Since when are you interested in me like that? You’ve never said anything.”

“Me?” He said as he pulled away from me. “What about you?” He gave an exasperated laugh before standing up. “Can…can I turn on the lights? I really wanna see your face.”

“Okay.” I said softly, worried that the harsh light might ruin what we’d created between us in the quiet dark.

But when Jensen flicked on the light, only a soft, golden glow washed over us, romantic and appealing. He stood near the door and seeing him standing there, tall and solid and so fucking sexy, it made me want to jump up and devour him. 

“Goddam.” He said roughly as he looked at me, and my stomach fluttered at the look of heat and arousal that suffused his face. 

I bit my lip and he seemed to take that as hesitancy on my part. He cleared his throat and looked down at the ground. “We can be done now, if you want. I mean, we can…walk out of here and try to pretend this never happened. If you want.”

I felt my stomach plummet. “Is that what you want?”

“Fuck no.” 

His reaction made me laugh. “Good.”

But then I frowned slightly. “Though maybe we should stop. I mean at least until…you know…I mean...Stacey.”

“Finished.” He said, shaking his head. “I broke up with her before we left the lobby to come in here.”

My eyes got round and my heart squeezed tight. “Are you serious?”

He nodded and smiled softly. “Yeah, I just finally realized that I was being a dumbass. Cause I was standing there next to this woman that I didn’t even really like, and hoping and praying to end up in a room with my best friend. You know, so I could make out with her.”

I laughed again and he came to sit beside me on the bed. He reached up to run his knuckles over my cheek. “I’ve wanted you for so long, sweetheart, but you were always dating asshole after asshole.”

I spluttered a bit. “Well, you were too!”

“Only cause you were!”

We both took a big breath to continue the argument, and then let them out in another whoosh of laughter. 

“God, we’re so stupid. Do you realize how much time we’ve wasted?” He asked as he plucked my bottom lip with his thumb.

I shook my head. “Then let's not waste anymore.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He said with a grin.

His eyes softened as he leaned down to kiss me; his lips were barely a whisper against mine, teasing them, brushing so softly that I whined my complaint.

“Jensen. Please kiss me for real. I've waited so long for you.”

He nodded as he breathed against my lips. “Me too, darlin’, me too.” 

He lifted me up, moving me so that I was straddling his lap. He pushed his hands into my hair and held my head in place so he could lick open my lips and plunge his tongue inside. He kissed me thoroughly, tasting every inch of my mouth and then sucking on my bottom lip.

He only broke off our heated kisses so he could pull my t-shirt over my head. He tossed it aside and exhaled slowly, reverently running his fingers across the tops of my breasts. He reached around and easily unhooked my bra and tossed it on top of my shirt on the floor. 

He shifted us on the bed, laying me beneath him, and rose to his knees to pull his t-shirt off. I licked my lips as I looked at his beautiful, naturally muscled torso. I'd seen him without his shirt before - at the beach, or when he’d play “skins” during a shirts and skins pick up game. But this was the first time I was allowed to reach out and touch him like I’d wanted to every time.

I traced my fingers down his ribcage and over his flat stomach. His muscles contracted at my touch and it was probably the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen. 

He lowered himself down so he was on his hands and knees hovering above me. He kissed me again, aggressively, moaning down my throat and then leaning on his elbows so he could suck my left nipple into his mouth, before grasping it with his teeth and tugging hard.

I arched off the bed and dragged my nails across his wide shoulders.

“Unf, fuck!” He growled harshly as he moved his mouth down my body, trailing hot, wet kisses across my skin. When he reached my waistband, he looked up at me with a question in his eyes.

I nodded. “Yes.” was all I could say. I was desperate to feel him closer, to pull him inside me. 

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down before grabbing them, along with my panties, and peeling them down my legs until I was naked under his scorching hot gaze. He was so unbearably beautiful as he contemplated all of me, his expression ravenous and aching. 

It was more than I ever could have imagined and it made me reach for him and push down his jeans and underwear too, letting him kick them off while I got my first look at his thick, marbled cock. It left me drooling and I groaned harshly as he wrapped his fist around it and pumped himself lazily a few times. 

Then he lowered himself to lay between my legs, his face level with my dripping cunt. 

“Christ sweetheart, you're mouth-watering.” He murmured seconds before he began his oral torture. He began slowly, small kitten licks and nibbles to my pulsing clit, followed by long, undulating swipes with his wide, talented tongue.

He built the pressure gradually, torturously, until I was almost weeping with want, thrusting my hips against his sinful, sensual mouth and begging him to take me over the edge.

His hair stood on end from my fingers gripping it and pulling it. He let me tug and yank all I wanted, but it never made him change the course he wanted to take. If he wanted to slow down and suck ever so softly on my clit, no amount of hair-pulling from me was going to change that.

I was shaking with need, making animalistic noises that had never come out of my mouth before. Then he speared me with his tongue and pushed two fingers inside my pussy to press perfectly against my sweet spot. I screamed and climaxed harder than I ever had before. 

But it was just the beginning. 

Every time my orgasm started to wane, Jensen would just start working me up all over again. I'd desperately pant out that I couldn't possibly come again, but he'd promise me I could do one more. He always got his way, and a few minutes later I'd be screaming again and gushing over his chin.

Finally he kissed his way back up my body, nibbling on my pulse point as he reached into the drawer in the small bedside table and chuckled.

He pulled out a condom and ripped it open with his teeth. “They have thought of everything haven't they?”

I sighed deeply, knowing that I would be eternally grateful to this place for giving me this beautiful man at last. He rolled the condom on and then rested on his elbows as he slid slowly into my swollen, pulsing cunt. 

His teeth were bared as he bottomed out, the veins on his neck bulging slightly. 

“Fuck, fuck.” Was all he managed to mumble as he buried his face in the side of my neck. 

I ran my hands over his perfectly muscled back and felt as though I was floating away. He filled me so tightly, so completely that it was the first time I truly understood the idea of sex being two people joining as one. This was what lovemaking and sex was supposed to feel like: overwhelming pleasure and endless, boundless connection.

It brought tears to my eyes and I whispered in his ear, my voice barely a whisper. 

“I love you, Jensen.”

He pushed up so he could meet my gaze. He saw my tears and gently kissed each of my eyelids before brushing his lips over mine. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled and it felt like the sun on my face. “I’ve loved you forever.”

“Me too.” I said, voice slightly choked. “And I will keep on loving you forever.”

“Me too.”

He kissed me again, and then we began to move together, our bodies moving in a perfect give and take, push and pull. I ran my fingers over his taut, warm skin, and he pushed his blunt fingertips against mine, dimpling my flesh and finding every sensitive spot to lavish with attention.

He slid his thumb down to press against my clit as he watched himself move in and out of my body. I clutched at his forearms and he pulled me up so I was straddling his thighs and riding his cock. His arm curled around my waist and he helped rise and fall on his cock as we both chased our highs. He was tugging at my nipples and sucking on my tongue and then he pumped his hips deep and hard one more time and everything exploded around me again.

I'd lost count of the number of orgasms he'd pulled out of my pliant and boneless body.

But this time I felt him fall with me. I heard him shout out a short, deep cry of bliss before he turned his head and bit into my neck gently, to quiet himself. His hips spasmed, bucking into me a few more times, slamming me against him and making my whole body quiver. 

Finally we tumbled down to the messy sheets and clung to each other as we tried to catch our breath. 

Jensen pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash before pushing my sweaty hair off my forehead and placing a kiss there. I wrapped my leg over his hip and began licking and sucking at the salty skin along his collarbone.

A thought occurred to me as our breathing eventually returned to normal.

“They're gonna kick us out of here right away.”

Jensen looked at the clock on the wall and shook his head. “N’ah! We still got like seven minutes.” He grinned at me wickedly. “And I can do a lot to this incredible body of yours in seven minutes.”

“Prove it!” I challenged as I began tickling his side and then giggling breathlessly as he grabbed hold of my wandering hands and slammed them onto the mattress on either side of my head.

He kissed me breathless again and then spoke deep and luscious in my ear. “You asked for it, sweetheart.”

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[leverage-ot3]

time for the obligatory post about what episodes I want to see in the upcoming leverage season(s)

(for reference, I made this similar post in 2020 after the reboot was announced. I'm pasting some from that post bc I still want them to happen lol)

new ideas:

I mentioned a date night episode in the last post (apollo really did bless me with foresight for the date night job on that one) but for considerment: ot3 date night. possibly their first date night after they all get together. breanna and sophie know it's happening (harry is, like, peripherally aware) and some crime hijinks are going down and the three of them are frantically trying to stop bad things from happening that are going to interfere with the date. I want to see them going through it behind the metaphorical curtain. I want to see breanna fighting for her life trying to out-hack the hacker that is going to ruin their ten-part itineraried date. harry has to get in a fistfight and eliot is so proud about it when he finds out after everything is over

tree law episode. harry has been frothing at the mouth about it since it was made. his life has been moving him towards this penultimate moment. breanna thinks it's HILARIOUS and cheers him on 100% of the way. she is VERY enthusiastic about this con

I'm not going to mention certain things because I've seen jrogers posting on bluesky social and I know he might be already writing some of those plots

con that the food trucks have plot-relevance. like, one of his food truck stations is being harassed /victimized by, like, a local gang or something that takes advantage of food truck/cart workers and the team steps in. the actual (veteran) food truck workers get involved in the con. leverage international might just have gained a few retainer members

quinn should come back for an episode. I know the actor is friends with ckane. they should make it happen because it would be iconic and I said so

on a similar note, ckane is friends with jensen ackles and. guys. wouldn't it- wouldn't it be extremely funny if a flame from eliot's past named sean sylvester who is a rugged drifter with a questionable past

episode where tara or maggie (or BOTH, can you imagine how powerful that would be???) come back and there is slight flirting with sophie possibly??? that or very obvious chemistry from a past tryst. sophie has slept with both of them, I know it in my heart of hearts. bonus points if tara and maggie fall in love (I think it would be funny. maggie's taste in men is canonically atrocious, I think she deserves someone like tara at this point)

I just want a lot of side characters to come back, okay? sue me I miss them

gonna put the rest under the cut since this post has become obscenely long

not episode-specific, but I want more mentions of the korean leverage team. and all the other teams too! we know that in canon there is the south korean one, the nigerian one, and one in london (I think that's it for mentions so far, but correct me if I'm wrong!)

episodes addressing issues with american imperialism and its effects on minorities and marginalized communities, specifically within this country (there aren't a lot of episodes where they are actively out of country)

dear fucking god take a more abolitionist stance on policing I'm begging. would it KILL you to not be weird about cops? pls just punch some more cops. take down white supremacist cops, I'm sure you can scrounge something up bffrrn

women's rights episodes. I know it's kind of recent, but episodes about accessibility of stuff like birth control, abortion access, etc. y'all are capable of making excellent episodes on that I know it

more climate crisis-related episodes. god knows you're feeling it in the deep south

taking down a corrupt megachurch pastor (although lbr, there is no ethical megachurch anything and you can fight me on this)

something to do with ace rights bc I think it would be really cool to see the team advocate for that stuff, especially since breanna is canon ace

helping a polycule that is being victimized by X organization/entity (maybe a housing association or medical or something???). breanna is bombastic side-eyeing the ot3 the entire time. it is making hardison sweat. sophie thinks it's hilarious

taking down 'writers' that use ai and self-publish AND/OR people that take original/fan works off of like ao3 and wattpad and publish them for personal profits without the author's consent. breanna would have a field day with this (god herself could try to convince me that girl does not read/write fanfic and I wouldn't believe it)

episode about underfunded public schools. we saw corrupt private schools in the fairy godparents job but I want an episode that would make abbot elementary writers proud

episode addressing native/indigenous. eliot is from oklahoma, I'm sure he is well aware of the health/job/economic/etc disparities on reservations. I will email jrogers about it myself if I have to- it anyone can get people going about native rights through a tv show it would be leverage.

I sent an ask to wil wheaton once asking if he was open to returning to leverage and I think he said he would be down for it. but chaos either has to be a reluctant ally to leverage international and is being handled by quinn as a hitter OR he is just. in jail. bc he sucks.

bpas and/or pfas episode. breanna has mentioned microplastics before but I want more

the team tears the shit out of conversion therapy camp owners and plants the seeds for legislation that will punish parents that try to send their kids to those hellscapes

while we're at it, I'd love to see an ep where they tackle the trans bathroom issue. god knows the news doesn't talk about it nearly enough

something to do with foster care. they end up starting some sort of foster care network that past clients/allies can take part in. maybe a mentorship program for kids that want to do what they do one day (they are very reluctant to encourage kids to participate in crime BUT if that is the avenue that they are going to inevitably go towards, they guide them in the right direction). nana makes an appearance (*insert 'everybody liked that' meme*)

prison industrial complex episode. I KNOW we had the jailhouse job BUT we really need this in our year of 2024

another episode on corrupt influencers. maybe influencer parents? dear god pls take them down a notch

ep where there is an underlying message that tells you how to avoid becoming victim to scams or something, or like is a tutorial for how to identify scams you might fall victim to (sorry, I just have to say this after two separate people tried to pig butcher me in less than two (2) weeks))

not to say I want them to do an ep calling out cop city, but it would feel really good to watch the leverage team rip that concept to SHREDS

the minimum wage job. need I say more? we deserve the catharsis

pls go after goodwill execs, esp the ones in the pnw that have their sector as for-profit and have become millionaires+ because of it while paying their staff (especially disabled staff) fucking pennies

while we're on the topic, pls call out salvation army (the corporation)

I can probably go on for like five hours so I'll stop here

ep that we get to see harry and his daughter bond :)

job where they get to lower the price of insulin (and other drugs)

actually, you know what? an episode where the crew annihilates big pharma and terrible insurance companies

I think that breanna should be able to go off about mass/over consumption as a treat. I 100% believe she has Thoughts about it. like, she will absolutely call out the corporations that are responsible for these trends, but also she should be allowed to mention our tendency for overconsumption as a society. obviously there are a few corporations that are doing most of the world's pollution/ecological damage, but we should be doing our part too and I KNOW it would be in-character for her to go off on it

I bet she has a LOT to say about influencers, tbh. obviously not all influencers are bad, but there are sooooo many problematic ones and problems within the influencer industry

sizing discrimination in the modeling/clothing industry. let eliot talk about how there are no perfect bodies. also while I'm on the subject, can we PLS have more body-diverse background actors on the show? I know this is nitpicky but I'd really love to see some more people that look like me, even if they are just in the background

a thinly veiled writers' rights episode (I'm looking at you media execs and the stupid amount of time it took for you to comply to the WGA demands)

something to do with media companies making entire movies/tv shows and then fucking cancelling them/not releasing them and using them as tax write-offs. every time it happens it baffles me. that is cartoonishly stupid villain shit. I can't imagine lovingly working on a project for a year plus and then the company just going, nah, we aren't going to release it because you suck and it's a good business move

ai art and ai in general. please. let it BURN

okay now I'm done

ideas from the previous post that I still want:

comicon job. I said it before and I will say it again- we deserve it!!! come on, it's the age of the geek after all!!! (in the last post I also said a ren faire ep, but I will let the card game job count for that)

summer camp ep? I saw a tumblr fic about it and I think it could be cute. it could kinda be like the fairy godparents job- eliot in charge of some type of sports (archery, fencing, etc), hardison would be in charge of arts and crafts (this boy might be a genius with tech and in general tbh, but the show did such a good job of showing that he’s also very talented with the arts- sculpting the statue for the miracle job, forging the old diary in the king george job, etc), parker would LOVE to be in charge of a high ropes course. breanna would totally be down for some sort of nerdy kid robotics or simple, traditional camp games (can't go wrong with the classics. everyone loves making bracelets!) I feel like it's too stereotypical to have sophie have kids put on a play but we all know that's exactly what she would do. idk for harry? I think he has the same traditional camp activities vibe as breanna. he's in it for the nostalgia. OR something to do with videogames

please, please, please, please, please make an episode where they take down a cult, im begging. that would be such a good episode. definitely a mindfuck episode like the experimental job (4x11). I’ve seen a few posts about a job dealing with a cult (here’s one) and I think it would be really interesting 

MORE STERLING being DONE with leverage shenanigans!!! give me feral!sterling like in the frame-up job (5x10)!!! give me sterling that protests every step of the way but conveniently looks away and “whoops, the team just disappeared, I have no idea how that happened!!! diddly dang darn it, they got away again!!! sorry guys!!!” bonus points if mcsweeten is there too and also participates in intervening hijinks

the team takes down a circus that is still using and abusing wild animals!!! because first I’d LOVE to see acrobat!parker swinging up in the air like a pro and being in her element, but also because those places are the fucking worst and need to Go Down. give me eliot having to pose as an animal trainer with deep sympathy for the animals being abused, quietly talking soothing words to them when he thinks no one is around (correction: hardison is, in fact, around, and filming his boyfriend’s softness to save for later). give me charismatic hardison playing the role of ringmaster, running and flaunting about and being passive-aggressive to the circus master. give me eliot freeing the animals from their chains when they are finally able to shut the place down and relocate the animals to sanctuaries (his hands shaking just a little as twists the key in the lock, because he too was once an abused, caged animal in his own right and he knows how liberating it is to finally be free). 

[eisforeidolon]

Destiel has definitely soured my opinion on Misha especially since he continues to feed into it. It would not be so bad if he didn't make everything so sexual in relation to this ship. It seems like out of the entire cast Jensen is definitely the one who is sexualized the most and destiel fans continue to act like that is ok because JA and Misha are friends. Not one of them care how Jensen might feel if he knew they look at him at this sexual fantasy to make their ship cannon. These people are not his fans no matter how much they like to claim they are. The ship only bothers me because the fans seem unhinged. Maybe if they shipped for fun instead of trying to make a statement that none of them even believe in other fans would take them more seriously.

Yeah, the hellers have annoyed me from the start, even way back when I shipped D/C in fandom over their disregard for other fans, the show, the actors, and basically anyone who didn't see their ship as an important cause/inevitable canon rather than just a fanon ship. But there also just came a point where I could no longer give Misha the benefit of the doubt either. Not because he's talking about shipping, or even specifically a non-canon ship? That could be fine! It's because of the specific way he talks about it and how a certain loud, batshit part of the fandom reacts to what he says.

Hellers want to pretend, despite everything Jensen has consistently said over the years about not wanting to talk about shipping in general and specifically not seeing D/C as any part of his character's canon story? That it's no big deal to keep dragging him into it. Actually, he's really into D/C and RPF of him and Misha - or it's at least a-okay because they're friends!

We'll ignore the part of that which is obviously deluded self-serving fetishistic bullshit. But it also pointedly ignores that there is a world of difference between joking with someone versus making someone the butt of your jokes. Especially regarding a subject you know they want no part of. Especially when you so specifically do it where they aren't present or active. The way he talks about the ship frequently treats Jensen and/or Dean like a subservient sexual object. It's often pointedly about laughably trying to make himself sound dominant. It's often pointedly crass and vulgar. It's often dishonestly contradictory to what Jensen and others have publicly said about the ship. They want to pretend like it's friendly banter/ribbing between him and Jensen, but it clearly isn't. It doesn't have the right tone, context, or level of interaction for that. It's him performing to his audience at Jensen's (and the show's) expense. As I've said many a time in regards to Misha, with friends like that ...

The thing is, both sides of that coin are about treating Jensen like a blow up doll. Any opinion or feelings he has don't matter, he's just a vehicle to project onto in the hopes it will get them what they want. In the fanatic shippers' case, the ship made canon. In Misha's case, continued money and attention. Funny how right when he needs to re-open Cameo for extra funds, this is how Grifter McQueerbait spent a J2-less con, huh?

Which is why Misha gets no benefit of the doubt from me. He doesn't care about his supposed friend getting called a homophobe for not playing along. He doesn't care about any of his other coworkers or the network who were very good to him getting similar blowback accusations from his lies and sly imprecations. He sure as hell doesn't care about his fans as he keeps setting them up to be disappointed over and over and over again. Hell, he doesn't even care enough about any of it to be consistent from con to con, because he changes his story according to his mood and whoever else is on stage.

Hey, if he keeps getting money and attention for it and someone else always faces the consequences, why change? Friendship? Integrity? Being gainfully employable? Pfft. Who needs it! There's $$$ to be made right now, baby! So I also just think he's a fucking idiot. Although I'll give him this, I didn't think even the hellers were daft enough to keep signing up to be fleeced this transparently with the same recycled material 3+ years post-show.

[jensengirl83]

You'll Accompany Me Chp 16

Jensen x reader

Word Count-2884

Warnings- Angst, Language, Some Fluff

A/N- I know it's been too long since I've posted a chapter with these two. But, for the ones who've been keeping track, I think you'll like this chapter ;)

Three months later

“Are you sure you will be okay while I’m gone?” Jensen asked Y/N again for the millionth time, or so it felt like. 

“Yes, Jay. Like I’ve told you oh so many times before, I’ll be fine. Gen is going to come to stay with me and help me with what I need.” 

“Okay, okay. I worry about you guys, you know,” he huffed, knowing he was asking too much but just wanted her and the baby to be safe while he was gone. 

“I know you do, and I appreciate it. But we’ll be in good hands. You’re only going to be there for two days,” she smiled, hoping it would ease his worrying a little. 

“Okay, well, it’s time for me to go. I’ll have my phone on me at all times, and if you need anything, and I mean anything, you call me!” 

“Will do, Jay. Now, go give those fangirls something to swoon over,” she laughed, making him join her. 

“I’ll be home before you know it, darlin’,” he whispered as he placed a soft kiss on her temple and walked out the door. 

Y/N hadn’t been able to take him back, but they had moved past the anger and awkwardness the last few months. They were back to being the friends they had always been, and she was grateful. Even though she was still madly in love with him, she couldn’t get past the last bit of hesitation she had to be with him again. He had softened her heart towards him in the weeks she had been staying with him, but something kept her from letting him have her heart again. 

He had been nothing but amazing with her since she left the hospital. He ensured that she had everything she needed and pretty much anything she wanted, too. She knew he was doing everything in his power to gain her forgiveness, but that’s what he didn’t understand. She had forgiven him a long time ago, but she was too scared to let him in her life as they had been. The fear that he would leave again when something was too much for him kept her from even considering taking him back. She wished that she could get past that fear, but she didn’t think that anything would be able to change the way she was thinking. 

“Hey, girl. What’s got you looking like someone killed your puppy?” Jared’s voice brought her out of her reverie. 

“What? I was just thinking about something,” she huffed, rolling her eyes at her giant friend. 

“Were you thinking about a certain bow-legged man, perhaps?” He smirked, laughing when she threw the couch pillow at him. 

“Why are you here? Jensen left about ten minutes ago to meet you,” she asked, trying to change the subject quickly. 

“I know. He’s in the car. He forgot his phone charger and was going to come back and get it, but I told him I would so I could check on you. How are you feeling, by the way?”

“Pregnant.” 

“Very funny, Y/N. Seriously, are you feeling okay?” 

“I’m fine, Jared. Thank you for asking, but like I told Jay, I’m not going to fall apart. I’m on light bed rest. I’m not crippled,” she chuckled when he rolled his eyes. 

“I know you’re on bed rest and not crippled, but you are still on doctor's orders to take it easy because you’re having complications. We’re all just worried and want to make sure that everything is going how it should,” he sighed, wishing she would let people ask how she was doing without an argument every time. 

“I’m sorry. I know you mean well. It’s just tiring to have to tell everyone you’re okay all the time. I promise, if anything is out of the ordinary, I’ll let one of y’all know ASAP.” 

“Okay, that’s a good enough answer for me,” he bent over to kiss her forehead, “I’ll keep Jay out of trouble while we’re gone.” 

“More like he needs to keep you out of trouble,” she cackled when he stuck his tongue out at her. 

“Gen is dropping off the kids with my parents, and then she will be here. She wanted to take the chance to have a girls' weekend with no kids. So, y’all behave, huh?” 

“Scout’s honor,” she said, holding her fingers in the salute. 

“If you say so,” he laughed, “I’ll see you ladies in a few days.” 

“Bye, Jared,” she waved, smiling as she watched him wave back and walk out the front door. 

Jensen was sitting in the green room that Saturday afternoon. They had arrived in time to see Louden Swain sing for the Saturday Night Special concert. Rob had asked him to sing, but he didn’t know if that was something he wanted to do this time. He had a lot on his mind and didn’t know if he had the mental capacity to get up there and sing this time. 

Things had been going a lot better with Y/N, but she still refused to even discuss restarting their relationship, and it was driving him fucking crazy. He had promised to give her time, but it had been over three months since everything happened, and he had tried in every way he knew to show her he was sorry. He didn’t know what else to do, making him want to cry. All he wanted was to have her back, hold her in his arms, fall asleep with her by his side again, but that didn’t seem like it would ever happen. 

“Earth to Jay,” Jared’s laughter made him jump, bringing his attention to his friend. 

“Yeah? What?” 

“I said your name five times, man. You okay?” 

“Yeah, sorry. I guess I was lost in thought,” he sighed, “What did you need?” 

“I was going to ask, are you going to sing tonight, but now, I want to know what’s got you looking like you’re fighting back tears. Is it her?” 

“Of course it’s her!” he shouted, jumping from his seat, “She’s all I can ever think about, and she doesn't want me. I’ve done everything, man. I don’t know what to do anymore to show her I’m sorry and that I’ll never do that to her again.” 

“I’m so sorry, Jay. I don’t know what to tell you to do. But I will tell you that I don’t think you should give up. I think she just needs a push over whatever edge that’s keeping her from taking you back,” Jared said, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. 

“I’ve done everything I can think of except some huge gesture to make a fool of myself, and I don’t think something like that will work, either.” 

“Would it hurt to try? You know her better than anyone else. Think of something that means a lot to her and make a fool of yourself if that’s what it takes. I can’t stand to see you both like this. Y’all are meant to be together, and I want that to happen for you guys,” he patted Jensen on the back, “Just think about it, man. Maybe that big gesture is just what she needs to see from you.” 

Jensen kept quiet as Jared left the green room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Maybe Jared was right, and he needed to show her that he meant everything he said with some grand thing, but he had no idea what that could be. It’s not like he hadn’t thought of this before, but any ideas were alluding him, and it pissed him off. Why was it so hard to think of something to do to show her that she’s all he wants and will ever want? Just as he was going to leave the room, the song playing changed, and he had an epiphany. He knew now what he wanted to do, which meant he had to find his friend. 

Y/N was sitting on her bed in the guest room, sipping on a cup of coffee and relaxing in peace and quiet. The boys were on their way home, so Gen had left to go get her kids and get them home in time to meet Jared. She knew Jensen would be home soon, and an hour or two by herself wouldn’t hurt anything. She was thinking about taking a short nap when her phone chimed with a text from Gen. 

Gen- You have to watch this! Now!

She looked at the link in the message and saw it was a video of Jensen from the convention. Gen knew she never liked watching those videos, so why was she sending her this one? 

Y/N- You know I don’t watch those. 

Gen- But you NEED to watch this one. Trust me! Call me later, and you better watch that video right now!

She rolled her eyes but sighed in defeat. Gen making such a big deal about this video piqued her curiosity, making her click on the link with a groan. She didn’t know if she was prepared to see what was on the clip, and she wasn’t. The video was of Jensen walking onstage at the concert; what happened next would change everything. 

“Hey, guys. I wanted to come out and sing something special tonight. I’m not going to go into detail or answer questions about it, but I messed up and hurt someone I never wanted to hurt. Now, I need to show her that I’m sorry, that I know what I did was wrong, and that I swear to her that it will never happen again. This is one of her favorite songs. Darlin’, this is for you.” 

When the music started playing, Y/N felt like she couldn’t breathe. Not only was this one of her favorite songs, but the meaning behind him choosing it made her heart ache. She felt the tears stinging her eyes as she continued watching. 

Darlin' I, I can't explain

Where did we lose our way?

Girl it's drivin' me insane

And I know I just need one more chance

To prove my love to you

And if you come back to me

I'll guarantee

That I'll never let you go

Can we go back to the days our love was strong?

Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong?

Can somebody tell me how to get things back

The way they use to be?

Oh God give me a reason

I'm down on bended knee

I'll never walk again until you come back to me

I'm down on bended knee

So many nights I dream of you

Holding my pillow tight

And I know I don't need to be alone, yeah

When I open up my eyes

To face reality

Every moment without you

It seems like eternity

I'm begging you, begging you come back to me

She could see the pain in his face and voice as he sang the song. He was leaving everything on that stage, and she couldn’t control the sobs that were leaving her as she watched the man she loved pour his heart out to her in front of hundreds of people. 

Baby, I'm sorry

Please forgive me for all the wrong I've done

Please come back home, girl

I know you put all your trust in me

I'm sorry I let you down

Please forgive me

I'm Gonna swallow my pride

Say I'm sorry

Stop pointing fingers the blame is on me

I want a new life

And I want it with you

If you feel the same

Don't ever let it go

You gotta believe in the spirit of love

It'll heal all things

It won't hurt anymore

No I don't believe our love's terminal

I'm down on my knees begging you please come home

Can we go back to the days our love was strong?

Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong?

Can somebody tell me how to get things back

The way they used to be?

Oh God give me a reason

I'm down on bended

Down on bended knee

I'll never walk again

Till you come back to me

I'm down on bended knees

As the tears streamed down her face, she watched as he ended the song. Her heart broke as she saw the tears in his eyes as he thanked the crowd and left the stage in a hurry. She knew he was a private person and didn’t like many things in his personal life to be public knowledge. So, to see him singing that song in front of the SPN family, actually dropping to his knees as he sang, had taken her breath away. He bared his heart and soul to everyone in that room, and that spoke volumes to her. She was still crying and staring at her phone when her bedroom door opened, not hearing when Jensen walked in. 

“Y/N?! What’s wrong, honey? Are you okay?” he asked frantically as he rushed over to check on her, his heart in his throat worrying that something had happened. 

“Jay- I- You,” she cried, unable to form a coherent sentence. 

“What is it? I, you, what?” 

She couldn’t speak. The emotions she was feeling overwhelmed her, so she just shoved her phone at him. He looked at her screen and froze. She was watching his performance, and by her reaction, he had messed up again. He sighed, laying her phone on the bed and standing up to leave. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I wanted to try one more time to show you what you mean to me and that I’ll never hurt you again. But, all I seem to do is keep hurting you. I’m sorry I overstepped and made you cry. I won’t do it again, sweetheart. I’m going to take a shower and leave you alone now,” he sniffled, fighting hard to hold back the tears he was determined not to let loose until he was alone. She didn’t need to be bothered by his sadness. 

“Jay!” she yelled, reaching for him, tears still staining her face, “Don’t go, please.” 

“It’s okay, I get it. You don’t have to explain it to me. I’ll accept that we’ll only be friends and won’t bring up the issue anymore. You don’t need the aggravation,” he plastered a fake smile on his face, trying to get out of the room before he lost his resolve to not burst into tears. 

“No, I don’t need the aggravation, but I do need you,” she hiccupped on a sob. She hated that he was feeling this way because she had turned him down so many times. 

“What?” he was frozen at her words, a glimmer of hope bubbling up in his chest, “What are you trying to say, Y/N?” 

“I’m saying that I need you, Jay. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to live in this house anymore as just your friend, but like we used to be, as your girlfriend.” 

“Are you serious?” he whispered, afraid if he spoke any louder, she would disappear, and it would all be a dream. 

“I am. But, Jay, I need you to promise that you won’t leave me like that again. If you’re scared, overwhelmed, whatever it may be, you will talk to me, not run away. If you can’t promise me that, let me know now because I can’t go through that again,” she whimpered, “I can’t ever feel that broken ever again.”  

“Baby, I swear!” he exclaimed, sitting down and pulling her into his side, “I’ll never make you feel that way again. I’ll hate myself forever for doing it this time. I’m so fucking sorry!” 

She pulled back to look into his eyes, looking for any hesitation, doubt, or uncertainty, but all she saw was pure love and adoration. She couldn’t stop the smile that slowly spread across her face. When she watched that video, she knew she had to give him another chance. She loved him, and she knew he loved her, but she didn’t know that he would bare his soul to the world to prove it, and now that she did, she wanted nothing more than to be his again. To be together and enjoy the rest of the pregnancy as a couple. 

“Are you sure you’re sorry?” she asked with a small smirk. 

“I’m one hundred percent positive! What do I have to do to prove it to you?” 

“Well, there’s only one thing I can think of.” 

“What? Whatever it is, I’ll do it,” he pleaded. 

“You can kiss me,” she giggled, making him smile brighter than he had in months. 

“I can absolutely do that.” 

He pulled her to him, looking deep into her eyes before placing his lips on hers. He knew at that moment that he would do anything to keep her by his side. He had never missed someone as much as he missed her, and he would go to his grave showing her every day that she was his everything, his entire world. She and their baby would never go a single day without knowing just how precious they were to him.

[lightofraye]

Portrait Of A Woman

Yes, another version of this. Deal. 😆

I'm always changing and growing, revising my life and what I'm blogging about. I joke that I'm a gossip columnist (because I do refer to other celebrities besides Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles), but it's only to share my other interests.

So what are my interests? The purpose behind this blog?

Many things. I title it Ramblings Of A Writer for a reason. I write and boy, do I ramble!

I’ll also be redoing my masterlists to make it easier for folks to find certain posts. I won’t be redoing posts—no need to do that, but perhaps reposting information being redone. Like “Version 2 with new stuff” or better organized information and having those on the masterlists instead.

Let's begin with me:

Who am I?

My online nickname: Raye

Pronouns: She/her

Astrology: (Western) Pisces, (Eastern) Metal Monkey

Country: United States

I am anti (and I make no apologies):

Anti Danneel/Anti Elta

Anti Misha

Anti AAs

Anti Destiel

Anti Hellers

Anti Cockles

Anti Abuse

My ‘custom’ tags:

#Jensen Supportive (I believe I'm the originator)

#Music Choices by lightofraye

#lightofraye on abuse

I also frequently use #Jensen Concern, though I am not the originator (like I thought I was!).

What I’m reading:

Fictional: The Dresden Files, currently Battle Ground and Peace Talks

Non-fiction: The Body Keeps The Score

Where am I at with my writing:

BA Script: Judging by the math… 1/2 of the way through. Loving it! First draft!

Pre-plotting my horror/thriller

Vikings? VIKINGS!

So many more planned. Someone knock out my muse. 😅

What am I watching?

Burn Notice (finally getting the last season!)

Daredevil (again!)

Once Upon A Time

Supernatural (forever and ever, ahem)

The Good Place

A Discovery of Witches

About this blog:

I really, honest to gods, did not start this blog to be an anti. I know my anons would disagree with me and claim I always “hated” Danneel, but that just isn’t the truth. I came to Tumblr to find a new kind of social media as I was feeling soured by Facebook, disliked how Twitter had changed, escaped Livejournal years ago, not a fan of Reddit, and the “newer” social media sites weren’t my thing. Plus I’ve kept seeing hilarious screenshots from Tumblr on Facebook and decided to check it out!

I initially started by following pages about Supernatural, Sam and Dean Winchester, the actors Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. I did not go seeking anti-Danneel posts; they more or less fell into my lap. When I started reading a few posts, something clicked in my mind, explained why I was struggling with how I felt about her. I kept analyzing her behavior for a long while, what she said, and thought maybe something was being seen by fans that wasn’t being seen by me.

The explanations made sense. I felt I could breathe again. That’s when I remembered the least recognized method of abuse: emotional and mental. That fit Danneel to a T. Especially the more I looked into what she’s said and wrote over the years and saw how Jensen behaved around her in videos and photos. Even when they were supposedly trying to push the “happy couple” narrative, it just did not look true. Especially given Jensen’s talent as an actor! If he couldn’t even fake being happy or in love with her….

So I’m an Anti-Danneel. I’m also Anti-Misha for his behavior over the years, towards Jared, towards Jensen, the lies he’s peddled and keeps peddling. (For instance, no, Castiel would not have ‘fucked’ Dean upon pulling him out of Hell. No, CW was not being homophobic.)

I am absolutely very pro-Jared and pro-Jensen. I know, I know…. “But Raye, you’ve written posts criticizing Jensen! How can you be pro-Jensen??”

My answer is a variation of this: “Because I care! I am not blind to the flaws of either men! I am wildly concerned about Jensen, about what seems—to me—as excessive drinking, ‘empty’ eyes, unhappy and stressed smiles.”

For the vast majority of the AAs, it seems I’m not pro-Jensen if I don’t see him as flawless, a god upon the perfect pedestal, the Ken doll That breaks my heart. He is flawed. He is imperfect. I see more than just the pretty mask. I want to see and know the man. He isn’t just a beautiful trophy for us to ogle.

He’s caught in a rock and a hard place and I acknowledge that hard. It’s just only the negativity is seen and not the love and support. 😕

What can I tell you about me?

I could say so much. I’m the third child of a family of four kids, and the only daughter. (So that was fun.) I’m a gamer, read comics (still read a few, such as ElfQuest), got into reading fantasy books (Dragonlance’s War of the Lance was my first!), have a massive interest in psychology, in wanting to understand the human mind. I’m fluent in two languages—English and American Sign Language.

Ah, that last one might surprise some folks. No, I am not deaf—but my parents, two of my three brothers, and everyone on my mother’s side of the family are. I half-joke that my first language is ASL, not speaking with a voice. It’s not a joke though; it’s more or less accurate.

I’m a writer. I’m working on several screenplays, have plans for novels, dabble in poetry. I’m an amateur artist—have sketched with pencil and Photoshop. I haven’t done so in a while, but I love art. I do a lot under the creative umbrella, and most of it is as an amateur—photography, wishing to learn pottery, and so forth.

I’m a mother. I’m divorced (happily so, trust me). I have born children of my body and I have children of my heart. I have suffered loss deeply profound that I wish people would talk more about so we all realize we aren’t as alone as we fear.

I’m an advocate for better, stronger laws against abuse, of the protection and services for survivors. Largely because I’m a survivor, but also because I give a damn about people. I’ve experienced it all, starting from childhood to my (thankfully) now-ex-husband. I am hoping to start a series of reels explaining the red flags of abuse, how to recognize them, how to get out if you are in an abusive situation, and what organizations exist to contact for help (if any do exist). Keep an eye out for those when I start posting them!

A link to the ever-in-progress masterlist.

First masterlist, largely anti Danneel posts. (My first true anti Danneel post, highly recommend reading it. I am reworking it.) Second masterlist, more anti Danneel. Third masterlist, assorted posts. The links will be defunct due to changing my Tumblr name. So just switch out rrahuntersblog to lightofraye and it'll work. I'm reworking those too! Bear with me! My first About Me. My second About Me Redux.

[our-marvel-universe]

IRL

Pairing: Jake Jensen x reader

Warnings: Non - just fluff

WC: 1.7k

Summary: You and Jake work together and you're really good friends…but you've never met IRL.

A03 Link

“So…” Missy looks at you raising an eyebrow

“So what?” you ask as you scroll through your inbox

“Next week is the big day, what are you going to wear!?” 

You turn your head giving your friend your full attention.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your long distance work buddy. He starts Monday” your best friend smirks into her coffee cup as you shake your head in disbelief. 

“No, no he doesn’t start for another 2 weeks!” 

“Nope” she says, exaggerating the P, “Change of plans, they asked him to move up his start date so he would be settled in before all the upgrades next month. Which your boyfriend will be heading up.” Miss adds with a smirk. You’re in such shock you don’t even stop to correct her. 

“Lucky for you, your best friend works in HR and can keep you in the loop about these things” Missy is smug as she gives you a wink but you don’t even notice your brain is moving a mile a minute trying to process all this information. He’s going to be here MONDAY. There is only 1 weekend standing between you and…

“Ohh” Missy says, dropping her voice down to a whisper “by the way I reviewed the policies and the two of you are good to go. You can bang as much as you want, although if you bang in the office try not to get caught, the paperwork will be a nightmare for me!”

“Oh my, Missy!” You say slapping her arm “cut it out. Seriously. Last thing I need is for him to think I’m some pervert before he even gets settled in!” You scoff.

Missy, naturally ignores your scolding and continues on her matchmaking mission for you and a certain IT associate. 

“Do you think he’s cuter in person? I bet he’s cuter in person” She muses. 

“Well I wouldn’t know. I don’t even know what he looks like.” You say trying to calm your internal turmoil. 

“Oh I’m well aware I can’t believe you haven’t looked him up I mean you aren’t the slightest bit curious as to” You cut her off before she can finish that thought. 

“I can’t believe he starts next week. More importantly I can’t believe he didn’t tell me!?” I mean why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“Ohh come on, it’s understandable.” Missy says in an attempt to comfort you. I mean he is very busy with a cross country move. He probably forgot. Or figured you’d find out I mean” Missy says as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “The important thing is the guy you’ve been crushing on forever will be working a mere few feet away where you can drool over him in person. Think of how much more vivid your fantasies will be once you see him in person. You can tell a lot about a man from his walk you know.” She says wiggling her eyebrows.

You slap her hand off you and attempt to hold back your laugh, lest you encourage her. How someone with a mouth as filthy as hers ended up in HR you will never know. 

Jake. Jake Jensen will be here in person with you in just a few days. You will finally get to lay eyes on the man you’ve been crushing on for the past 6 months.

You and Jake both worked for the same company, a startup based out of Boston. You work at the office although a lot of your coworkers work remotely from all over the country, including Jake.  

You were first introduced to him 6 months ago when you were having technical problems and he helped you, virtually of course. When you called for help you were lucky enough to have him answer. From the moment you heard his voice you were completely enamored with him. The two of you immediately clicked and not too long after you found yourselves talking outside of work. 

You and him have really gotten to know each other. What started as emails and slack messages eventually turned into texting and talking on the phone late into the night. As much as you liked him, you never brought it up, afraid of not only the “we work together” conundrum but there was also the we live 2,000 miles apart issue. So you let your feelings grow, but never bothered to say anything to him. 

Then a month ago he told you the big news. He was relocating to Boston to be closer to his sister and her kids, which meant he’d be able to work right out of headquarters with you. When he first told you, your heart soared at the possibilities. Being able to see him talk to him face to face, the thought was too much. You are already so smitten with him! And it’s easy over text but…in person..you’re afraid you’ll freeze up. 

Or worse what if he’s not how you imagined? You could have built up this amazing man in your head but what if the real one falls flat? Or worse what if he’s as great as you imagine but he doesn’t like you the way you like him. There are way too many variables. Maybe it would just be better if he stayed where he was!

But that is not an option. No matter what you want he is on his way here. Hell he’s probably already here in the city unpacking his stuff right now. Your heart picks up at the idea he may be near you. 

It’s first thing Monday morning and your day is already awful. You changed outfits 6 times. Yes 6. 4 times last night and then twice more this morning. Despite the cute fit you are wearing you feel a wreck. You were tossing and turning all night, only to fall asleep only moments before your alarm went off. Then to make matters worse, you spilled your coffee, not on your outfit thank god, but still no coffee for you. You didn’t have time to stop for another cup since you were already cutting it close on time.

You are rushing into the building determined to not be late. You completely miss the handsome man in glasses at the front desk trying to check in. 

Missy finds you in the break room attempting to make a cup of tea and is kind enough to let you vent over your terrible weekend and even worse morning.

“Seriously Missy, this day could not possibly get worse and it’s not even 930am. Maybe I should just call it and head home.” you sigh. “I don’t have any meetings scheduled today.  I’ll just tell Carly I’m not feeling well and do the rest of my work from home” 

"Do it. Take care of you…" You love Missy. She may be a little vulgar and definitely NSFW but she was always so supportive of you. 

Firm in your decision. You’re headed back to your desk to write up a quick email to your boss and then head out. 

Turning the corner you slam into what you assume to be a brick wall someone added to the office over the weekend, leading you to drop your drink and fall onto the ground.  

You vaguely hear an “ohh God” through your haze as you try to not completely lose your shit. Looking down you take deep breaths through your nose as you push your tongue into the roof of your mouth in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. 

“Oh my god I am so sorry are you alright!?” 

The person you bumped into crouches down in front of you and you are completely taken aback. 

Turns out the man who made you drop your second beverage of the day was rather handsome and his beautiful blue eyes were trained right on you. 

After triple checking you were ok the man you bumped into ran to get some napkins. He insisted on helping you clean up.

You’re sure he’ll be back in a moment but before he arrives you see Dave from HR walking towards you. 

“Hey what happened here?”

“Ohh there was a bit of an accident. I bumped into someone but he’s going to get paper towels now.”

“Ohh man ok well I was just looking for, Ohh Jake there you are!”

You turn and see your mystery man walking towards you, paper towels in hand. 

“Ohh, hey Dave, sorry I was headed down to find you but..” Jake tapers off while gesturing between you, him and your spill.

“It’s totally fine man. Take your time, no rush! Maybe once you two are done cleaning up and Jake is ready maybe you can show him back to my office?” Dave says, looking directly at you. 

“Ughh yeah, sure” You reply. Your over tired and under caffeinated brain is trying to make sense of everything that’s happening. As you are slowly trying to make sense of things you turn to Jake and see him sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck before he looks over at you. 

“Guess I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Jake, Jake Jensen, IT. I mean I work in IT.” He says sticking out his hand for you to shake. 

You can’t believe it, this is Jake your Jake and he is so handsome and…shaking your head you remember your manners. Shaking his hand you introduce yourself. Jake’s face lights up as soon as you say your name. The two of you stand there holding hands for longer than necessary before you recover and remember to separate. 

You grabbed some paper towels from him and you both start to clean  up.

“You know this is not how I envisioned our first meeting…” You confess.

“I know,” Jake replies “I didn’t think it’d be so easy to sweep you off your feet.”

You laugh out loud at his super lame pick up line. Although you have to admit that line along with that blush has you crushing even harder on your newest coworker. 

A/N - what did you think of these 2? I have been toying around with this fic for a while and there could possibly be a part 2... leave a comment and let me know what you think!

[themoodyestj]

your problem is that you are a fan of some dude you made up on your mind, and whenever the real Jensen steps out of your mold, you flip out.

you just don't like him, you don't like that he's a laid back dude who stays away from pointless conflicts, but runs right into a burning building if somebody needs help. you don't like that he's a sweet guy who is a fan of his wife and who relies on her for a lot of things, who treats her with respect and gives her credit for all the work she does as a family caretaker.

you don't like that he's a weirdo who loves the characters that he plays as if they were real. you don't like that he loves to dress up and have fun with his wife, or that he doesn't mind being affectionate with his male friends, because he's not afraid of being vulnerable and he's not so fucking insecure on his own sexuality that a fictional gay ship would make him uncomfortable.

If there is something that I really enjoy, is when delulus forgo all sense of safety and decorum and come to my inbox to tell me about my problems. Because then, I feel completely justified on being as shitty as I possibly can to tell them about their problems. So here's the tea.

Your problem, Anon, is that I live rentfree on your head. Your problem is that the things I write in my blog are based on things Jensen said himself, and you can't rebute them, except for the pathetic clutching of ears while you sing lalalalalalala. And because you cant rebute them, it stings. And you feel justified to come here and tell me about my problems. Big mistake. Big, huge mistake. Your problem is that your idols are rotten. You stan a vapid queen who never did much for herself, not even sit and look pretty when she was supposed to shut up. Her biggest accomplishments were to associate with someone who did bigger accomplishments. And all the things she does herself are surrounded by controversy and bad juju and never ever ever work. You stand a man who is the human equivalent of a weasel, coming into coops and basking on other one's eggs, because he has very little to show for. Your idols are a has-been and a never-was. And yes, Jensen. But since you love to associate him with those people, I would say you dont love him very much. Your problem is that, no matter how much projection you try to use here, Im not the one who flips... its you. I simply write my opinion, in a blog you are welcome to block. But no, I represent such an discomfort to you that ignoring me isnt enough, you need and try to control me, bully me, like you do with your fave. You are the one who needs to see him in a certain light and will harass anyone, including himself, to get your way. But your biggest problem, Anon, is that in the midst of all celebrity drama and other problems you have (who could probably use medical attention), you forgot that you do have a life outside of Tumblr, and that you should live it. And apparently, you also forgot the importance of values and a spine. I wish you an awesome weekend. Glad I made you squirm.

[bananamarshmallowz]

I'm here to talk about Destiel...

The internet is a very funny place.

If you're in need of a good laugh, go to your favorite series, show, films what have you and ask what are you unpopular opinions with _said show_.

I have watched dozens of shows and always think I might be the only one, post that and see what happens.

I am a shipper but I normally don't talk or boast about what/who I ship, it's not relevant and it can be weird. I don't ship actors/real humans, that's crossing lines. Characters however, yes. Anyway, I have to bring up this one. One comment said "Destiel shouldn't have happened." Okay, I get that, people can get weird about it. Then they go on to say how every shipper claws and digs for stuff that isn't there.

And again, I'm not saying some people don't dig but not all gay/LGBTQ+ representation is completely shown in media. Mentioned maybe here and there, sure. But there's endless cis-straight-relationship romance movies, romance themes and what have you. Some series make really bad portrayals and give gay people a bad rap because they're the only representation. And don't get me wrong, sometimes we do dig and claw because we feel what they portray, or at least we think so. But sometimes we don't need to dig.

That same thread added the random siren or even the policeman from yellow fever had more chemistry than Dean and Cas ever have. - Him looking at the soldier's ass in Time After Time while walking in the store. Yes, those were weird scenes, why were they even shown? Great question, I don't know I'm just here. - And as for they have no chemistry... They won best chemistry award for TV... It doesn't get better than that.

This is more of a rant than I want but this is certainly one of my favorite shows. And I feel the need to say what's on my mind because I know I can't afford therapy, so this is the next best thing.

Oh yeah before I start this, I have read numerous comments accusing all the actors of horrendous things... - Firstly, they all have kids, and wives and love their kids so much. I don't think they would do anything to jeopardize that. So stop making up messed up shit. - Secondly, I don't want to believe other people make other people uncomfortable for fun, but some people do. But considering that they acted for more than 8 years together, I'm pretty sure working with people that are cool for that long, they all had a strong bond. And all the times that Jensen looks uncomfortable whenever Misha goes into or talks about Destiel, it's because technically they're not even allowed to say anything about the show regarding shipping characters because anything could've been true, it could've not been. If every actor were able to spoil their movie, we'd be out of movies but we aren't. And Jensen is a rather shy individual, funny enough. At the beginning of Supernatural he was 27, and Jared was 23. When Misha joined when he was 34. They were and still are wholesome and great people. Regardless, All of them would pull pranks and stuff on the show, they're friends, not some messed up whatever someone said, I'm blown away that people would even imply some things. You can look up any video of everyone being close with one another from hugs to dancing, to singing to whatever. So don't say "read the room" when they're just being themselves, I shift a lot when in public, does that mean I'm constantly uncomfortable? No. - THIRDLY, they were all lowkey scared of certain parts of supernatural, in 2017 they did an interview with Entertainment Weekly {this one} and said what the scariest episodes or concepts were at the time for them. Jared's was changelings, shapeshifters, demons possessing people, things that could be real but possibly something posing as someone but something's off. Jensen's was people doing really messed up things and that it was the most realistic thing that could actually happen. Humans being psycho. And vintage dolls, lmao, same. And Misha said that everything could give him nightmares. He's so soft, any of it could give him nightmares. These guys are human. Not some terrible against religion people, they play on a show. Pure human. Just like everyone else.

ANYWAY, I think we all know the infamous eye sex scenes LMAO... if you haven't heard of them... {here's 10 minutes of them staring at each other} and that's not even all the seasons

They always look each other up and down and just stare at each other.

Above, Dean says "Cas, we talked about this. Personal space." and then Cas backs off. He doesn't know why, he just knows it makes Dean uncomfortable, so to make him more comfortable, he takes a few steps back. But Cas isn't aware of how complicated humans are. Personal space are just words, angels shouldn't care what humans have to say. They're so primal and they need more than just basic shelter and foods, they need the whole pyramid of Maslow's Hierarchy of needs. He doesn't understand this until he goes through it himself, but we're getting slightly off topic. Sure, them continuing to stare could be just a funny little thing at the start... no. It still happens up to the last episodes.

This is the musical episode, Fanfiction, Season 10, Episode 5. Destiel, Samstiel and the most dreaded Sam/Dean are mentioned... They're brothers. As someone with siblings... gross.

"You can't spell subtext without S-E-X." Then Jensen gave this look to the camera, I think this is on behalf of many of the people on the show.

Below, they end a scene after talking but it's about 15 seconds of them just staring at each other then it ends. Personally, I'm not a big fan of eye contact, and try to make at least 5 or maybe 2 seconds of contact in between interacting with someone, anything more than 10 is past uncomfortable... I don't stare at anyone this long. Legit the scene is so long lmao

I don't remember the context on this but I just don't like eye contact. Both their eyes are gorgeous but I don't stare like this, especially with any of my siblings. When they have a hard time I hug them if they want a hug, talk to them, but I don't make eye contact like that.

I have never looked at my friends like this, not my best friends, certainly not my siblings. Someone I had a crush on, possibly.

Next, they are going in as Texas Rangers and Dean explains how to get Cas into character. "Yeah. Look, just act like you're from Tombstone, okay?" "The city?" "With Kurt Russell? I made you watch it." "Yeah, yeah. Yeah. The one with the guns and tuberculosis." [in a deep cowboy voice] "I'm your Huckleberry." [gulps] "Yeah, exactly.-"

I don't have anything other than I like that scene and how Cas says, "I'm your Huckleberry" :D

(SPOILERS AHEAD Whoops lol)

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When Cas dies Dean tries to pray to God even though he swore off praying to God. One of the lines is "We've lost everything." Mary's gone, correct but everyone else is alive, except Cas. They still had the Bunker, Baby, Jack. Cas and Mary died (she fell through and there was no way to know she was alive.) But considering that Sam is still alive, the guy Dean has fought tooth and nail to save all these years, is standing by him, ready to fight what may come. But Cas is dead... Dean obliterates his hand from punching on a bathroom door. It's frankly the most punches he's made in a single scene I think and even then, God doesn't answer him so he begins to mourn. It creeps in that his friend is gone.

When Cas is being burned, at first it peers to Jack who sees the man who is supposed to be his father, not blood father but someone who promised to look out for him, someone he doesn't even know, he feels the loss but he's just been born and he never really met Cas.

Then we roll to Sam, he's lost a dear friend and is sad. He's wanting to cry and fidget and be sad.

THEN we roll to Dean. His face is drained of all emotion. He has lost his best friend. His dear companion and looks like he lost it all despite his brother being right next to him. He can't even move.

Now I would be sad if one of my brothers died but sadly I don't have that much of a connection with them as Dean and Cas have. And thankfully I haven't yet experienced one of my brothers pass on.

But I have lost a few lovers, and that... That is the face I have felt. When everything else feels irrelevant. You don't care about anything. You can't care about anything. You are numb.

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And this all brings us to the finale.

Death is on her way, has them by their hearts, well Dean's in fact. They run/slowly walk over to Basement Storage Room 7B and Cas wards the room, slowing down Death on the other side.

This is the exact moment before he loses Cas for the last time. (I'm copying from the script on the Supernatural wiki, don't hate me, I watched it over and over too, and I've shortened Cas's monologue because I don't want to relive that heartbreak again lmao) But basically Cas realizes this is it, this is the happiest he has been. Everyone was alive and well, he has Dean alone at last. The last exchange they had was this: "You changed me, Dean." "Why does this sound like a goodbye? "Because it is." - "I love you."

"Don't do this, Cas." - "Cas..." "Goodbye, Dean." "What?"

Cas pushes Dean out of the way and gets taken by the Empty.

He has to process all these years of interactions with this awkward little man with sensible shoes in less than five minutes and it all crumbles.

Castiel is gone. And he's not coming back.

Sam keeps trying to call Dean but he's just getting Dean's voicemail and Dean isn't answering. He simply can't.

-

A few episodes later, Dean fucking dies. Just how he said he would, to a monster, like any other job. It felt rushed and I didn't like it.

But how they ended it could've been so much worse.

Dean makes it to heaven, expecting just memory lane, but Bobby's there and says Jack remade heaven new, everyone's together in heaven where they belong. He offers him a beer and tells him how different heaven is and how it's so much better.

Dean's sold, but it's missing something.

This is directly after Bobby tells Dean that Cas helped Jack rebuild heaven.

After that, he takes a drive as he waits out Sam's life. He meets Sam on the bridge and that's the end.

For years, Dean didn't have an obvious love interest, here and there a fling maybe but nothing romantic. All the soft scenes were pretty much between him and Cas.

Their bond isn't brotherly, it's very best friend-ish but lovers can be friends too.

And that's my review on Destiel and why it's a thing it's 4 am and I haven't slept well the past two days so what to do other than write about destiel

ok bye :]

[mrswinnie04]

Hey I'm new to J2 tinhatting and looked on your blog and noticed you're fairly new to it too. I'm like really new to it like a week lol. Do you ever have doubts about them and say to yourself this is just wishful thinking? I only say this because I've RPF before and it never ends well but I can say their relationship is quite unique to others. Like I'm also trying to look at it in a logical way, and maybe they are just like brothers, the existence of their kids also complicates things too, etc. What are you thoughts?

Hello Anon!

First off, welcome to the SPN and J2 Tinhatter Community! I think it's super cool that you found my blog and are interested in some of my thoughts :)) so, thank you for your question!

You know, this is such a good question and I completely understand where you are coming from. As a blogger, who is only 4 months into being in this community, your question is something I have asked myself constantly.

In the beginning, I struggled with constantly needing solid proof to quench the doubts in my mind of J2's relationship. Even to this day there are times where I find myself questioning my solid belief in J2's romantic relationship. I think this is because I come from a family that is so demanding of "solid" proof. My mother is an opinionated attorney and my father is a man who doesn't believe in things until he sees it with his own eyes. So, for you anon, and anyone out there who wants to believe in J2 but struggles with doubt, I understand. I have done it too.

During this past summer, when I first entered the tinhatter community, I was consumed by the need to search high-and-low for blogs that did deep analysis on J2's relationship or did Proofs of their romantic connection. I did this because, even though I believed in them, a part of me was so used to needing to have proof to believe in something. I also received a lot of hate from a certain part of SPN's fandom as well. A lot of those people tried to tell me I was "stupid" or that I was "delusional" for believing in something that wasn't real because there was no actual "proof".

In simpler terms, a lot of people around me wanted me to be doubtful. So I was.

Nevertheless, it is my strong belief that someone is drawn to the tinhatter community for a specific reason: you see the connection between Jared and Jensen.

It is true, to some extent, that one reads J2 content or is drawn to tinhatter content because you have noticed things about J2. You notice the looks. The touches. The chemistry and connection.

This idea alone is what kept me believing, because even though so many people wanted me to doubt J2, I knew I was drawn to tinhatter content/the community because I saw something and felt something about J2 that went beyond brotherhood.

As these past four months as a tinhatter has progressed, one of my favorite bloggers has constantly encouraged and supported me in my journey with J2. @brookesallow is such a wonderful writer and person. Their content is always insightful, accurate, and encouraging. Anon, or for anyone interested, I always recommend looking at @brookesallow because their content has kept me believing in J2. This blogger always posts proofs, theories, and beliefs. They are kind and very welcoming, so definitely check them out! I feel that their blog posts do a great job of explaining J2's situation with their wives, kids, and their own romantic connection.

In the beginning, I doubted J2 a lot (even though I really wanted to believe). However, @brookesallow and so many other amazing bloggers have done an amazing job of showing me that I can believe in J2's love and not feel shame for it.

Bearding is such a big thing in Hollywood. So many actors and actresses are pressured by the industry to hide the fact that they are apart of the LGBTQIA+ community. This is beyond tragic and sad. Can you imagine how many actors and actresses we love and adore are forced to be away from the people they love?

As I've done more research, it's clear that there have been plenty of famous actors who have been married + with kids who were actually gay. But because of the movie industry and PR, they were forced to pretend they were heterosexual.

This fact has made me believe in J2 a lot more.

But I want to reiterate my previous idea that those who are drawn to J2 tinhatter content are here for a reason: they believe in something.

In the beginning, I knew I saw something about J2 that went beyond more than brotherhood/friendship. There was just something about their relationship that was infinite and beautiful. And even though I doubted them at first, what kept me believing (and continuing to believe) is the fact that I can see there is just such a powerful and timeless connection between them.

Jared and Jensen are soulmates. You can see it in the way they look at each other; act around each other; touch each other; and love each other. Jensen's first choice will always be Jared. And Jared's first choice will always be Jensen.

So, even though J2 have wives (beards) + kids, it is clear (to me) that they are together. That they love each other, more than just as friends.

I think it is natural to doubt J2 at times. We live a society that demands "proof" but as the famous movie Scarface said:

"The eyes, chico, they never lie."

Looking at the photos below, the way J2 looks at each other is enough for me to believe. In these past four months, as I've grown as a blogger and tinhatter, I know I believe in J2's relationship. There is something about them that is deeper. Something about their relationship that doesn't feel like simple "brotherhood friendship".

Jensen once said that he'd take a bullet for Jared in an interview.

Jensen once went down fighting in a bar brawl for Jared.

J2 would do anything for each other, and I don't think there is anyone I've ever met that would do that for a mere friend. Unconditional love like that stems from a type of love that goes so much deeper than friendship. To say that you would "take a bullet" for someone is serious. It would mean that you feel that, if that person were threatened, that your life (and anything you value in continuing to live) wouldn't matter in that second---you would give that all up for that person, regardless of your own happiness, because that's how much that other person means to you.

That kind of love is special.

But there are so many instances I can think of between J2 that have convinced me of their love. So many that there isn't a enough space here for me to share, but I definitely recommend @brookesallow. Their blog is amazing and so informative!

Anyway, I'm sorry I went on a rant.

Anon, I just want to say that I understand the way you feel. I have been there. The point of this post isn't to force you to believe me or anything. I think discovering your own confidence and belief in J2 (without anyone forcing you) is what makes the tinhatter journey beautiful. As these past four months as a blogger have progressed, I have found so much joy in finding my own confidence in J2 myself. By doing this, I have opened my heart to the fact that I don't need a "confession" to believe in them. I can believe in their love because I can see it. I can feel it.

I believe in it because I believe in J2.

It is my hope, anon, that you have a wonderful and welcoming experience into the tinhatter community! I hope you have a wonderful journey and please ask me if you have anymore questions!

Farewell! AND THANK YOU AGAIN for your question. I'm really honored and grateful for your curiosity.

ENJOY THESE PHOTOS BELOW OF J2 IN LOVE :))

[castiels-pussy]

top five spn moments where I really don't even know what they were going for honestly

5. handprint anna sex scene. WHAT does it mean. i have after lots of very creative thinking found that maybe anna has feelings for can and fucked dean to make him jealous but they GOTTA know that is not how it comes across even a little bit

5. i thought you’d gotten over trying to label me. its low on the list because it was written by ben edlund and we really do even know what he was going for honestly. 

4. s8 boner scene. need i say more.

3. my bloody valentine morgue scene. the whole reason i made this list. normal on the outside EXCEPT dean is staring at cas with huge moon eyes the whole way through. well what was that for.

2. 4x02 kitchen scene. in light of jensen ackles' recent comments one finds oneself going back and asking. well what was all this then

1. there are two things i know for certain. one: bert and ernie are gay. two: you are not gonna die a virgin  WJHAT WAS THE REASONNNNNNNNNNN! THAT WAS IN THE SCRIPT! SOMEONE (jeremy carver) WROTE THAT. PEOPLE EDITED IT AND READ IT OVER. THE ACTORS PRODUCERS AND OTHER WRITERS INVOLVED. and no one was like hey does it not seem incredibly obvious that dean is about to fuck cas here? in supernatural season five episode three? can no one tell that dean is extremely blatantly propositioning castiel angel of the lord? for sex? on the cw show supernatural?

[arazialotis]

Get Him to the Con - Part 5

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 7500

Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: Language, Mutual Pining, Creepy NPCs 

I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as hobby. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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What the hell was he thinking? What the hell did he just do?

Jensen paced the length of the cramped motel room. His hand trailed through his hair and down his jawline. He really wanted to call Jared, but based on their last conversation, he already knew how that would go. Leading up to it, he had been so at peace. The whole day had simply been magical. And you, your smile, your laughter, your teasing, and your thoughtful remarks had cemented how his heart yearned for you. Even so, he knew he should take things slowly, slower than a snail’s pace. Yet how you were seated there, lost in another world, the sun glowing against your skin and shining on your lips; he couldn’t, didn’t help himself.

Jared was right, he thought. You were a fan, naturally, which put you both at a disadvantage. Aside from your conversations, what did he know about you? He could be falling for Superfan99, and Jared was the logical one here. Maybe he should have run a background check. Maybe he should have had someone look into your internet identity. Maybe Jared’s proposal of a non-disclosure agreement wasn’t such an outlandish idea after all. And then there were the power dynamics that you had hinted at earlier in the day. His status, wealth, and privilege put him at an advantage and could influence your behavior. One wrong move and it could all backfire in his face with lawsuits or defamation.

He sat on his bed. No. No. This was stupid. He did know you. He did like you. A lot. He was just panicking. Not only from the look of horror on your face after your lips parted but from the fact what he really wanted to do was knock down your door and spend all night entwined together. All these thoughts that Jared had planted in his head, out of brotherly concern, Jensen reminded himself, were surfacing simply because, in fact, you were correct earlier today. His balls were very blue indeed, and he needed to think with his head instead of them.

Jensen flopped on the bed, his hands weaving through his hair yet again. Hastily, he grabbed his phone and quickly googled ‘celebrities who married their fans.’ Okay, now he was definitely rushing and overthinking things. You weren’t even dating, nor had you indicated any interest outside of a friendship. Despite this, he scrolled anyways, needing some affirmation that if this did progress, it could work.

“Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes.” He scoffed allowed. “Come on, that doesn’t count.”

Make-up artists, producers, designers, and public relations. All these people were in the film industry. They got it to a certain extent. Understood the life, the pressure, the criticism. He kept going. Bartender? That caught his attention.

“Matt fucking Damon!” Jensen exclaimed. “Get it, man. Get it.”

The phone clicked off, and relief flooded him. Yet the peace was temporary. He closed his eyes, and all he could feel were your soft, plush lips against his. And how it had been too short, far too short. He wanted more. His heart raced inside his chest, and he attempted to take long, deep breaths to steady it, but it was futile. It was going to be a long fucking night.

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The anticipated knock on your door startled you nonetheless. You were close to ready but still needed a few touch-ups. That wasn’t really what was on your mind; you weren’t sure how you could possibly face him again. The butterflies had completely taken over your entire being. What had happened last night was unreal. It couldn’t have possibly happened. But it did. He had kissed you. And then practically ran away! What the hell was that supposed to mean?! Were you a bad kisser? Did he regret doing it? Was he just being a gentleman? Should you make the next move? It was too much.

The weight of the door was heavy as it slid across the carpet. The morning sun radiated off him. How was he so perfect, especially this early in the morning? He was in a denim button-up that made his skin glow. Skin you so badly wanted to taste. Oh god, did you swoon in front of him?

Jensen cleared his throat. “Mornin'.” His voice was gruff.

You couldn’t find words to speak.

“I brought coffee.” He held it out like an apology or peace offering.

You eagerly grabbed it from him. “God bless you.”

He chuckled. “Ready to hit the road?”

After finishing a sip of coffee, you responded, “Yeah. First, gotta tackle this mess.” You gestured to your hair and headed back for the mirror.

“Don’t do it for my account; I think bedhead suits you.” He squinted his eyes shut and tilted his head. Filter, filter, he reminded himself.

You were glad your back was turned as to conceal the blush wishing it was him who had given it to you rather than the restless night.

Say, something, anything else. He floundered, "Sleep well?"

"Mhmm." You responded with a high-pitched lie. "You?"

"Absolutely," He also lied and added to sell it. "Surprisingly comfortable mattresses."

"Right?" You agreed. "So rewarding after a long day."

As is with most mascara wearers, it was only natural for your mouth to part while applying it to your lashes. Jensen was honed in, his mouth matching yours. Quickly, he shifted attention to your luggage lest his body start to betray him. A few more finishing details, and you caved. Your hair was as good as it would get for the day. Besides, you'd be in the car mostly if yesterday were any indication. Jensen wrestled with your suitcase out the door, his muscles straining against the denim. What had you swooning early now had you envious. You bet he just woke up like that versus the forty-five minutes it had taken you. It wasn’t fucking fair. After a final sweep of the room, you joined him in the car.

Learning from yesterday, you didn’t pull up a map to navigate, for your only destination was west. However, during your restless sleep last night, you took advantage of the motel’s Wi-Fi and downloaded a few playlists and podcasts, assuming service would be spotty again at best. Jensen was back at the wheel, starting the day again. As he reversed, his arm stretched to the passenger seat, the gravel crunching underneath the tires. The toned definition of his arms demanded the most attention, yet yesterday you had overlooked the rich tan he had developed over the summer. The scent of cedar and rosemary plagued your mind again, and if you came away with one thing from this trip, you hoped it would be the name of whatever hygiene products he was using because, god, you needed more of it in your life.

The air was silent as you waited for him to say something, anything. It’s not like you had anything to discuss. It’s not like anything monumental had occurred last night. Oh, wait. No, that’s right. He kissed you! He kissed you and then ran away. Not giving you a second to process or respond. Just up and left as it was the most casual thing in the world. And how he sat across from you now, one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting the temperature. So nonchalantly, like what happened wasn’t a big deal. Maybe he was waiting to return to the highway to bring it up so he didn’t have to multitask thinking about directions. Or maybe he had regretted it and wanted to pretend the whole thing never happened.

The highway came into view, and the open road called your spirit onward. Jensen brushed his knuckles against his lips. Oh, those lips you wanted so badly to feel again with your own. He placed his grip back on the steering wheel, pinching his lips together and then licking them as if they were chapped. From last night you knew they were anything but. You squirmed in your seat, needing pressure and relief. The son of a bitch let out a huff of a chuckle, then covered it up as if he was clearing his throat. It was like he was teasing you, goading you, knowing exactly what he was doing, making sure you’d be the first to bring it up.

Well, two could play at that game. You fished through your purse, finding a sheer lip tint. You flipped the sun visor down and then meticulously and precisely began running the stick over your lips before pressing them together to spread the light shade and releasing it with a pop. You could feel his eyes on you, and you tried with all your might to keep a smirk from spreading. To top it off, you delicately ran a finger along your lip’s edge as if correcting a mistake. His chair creaked, and from the corner of your eye, you caught him adjusting the seam of his pants. There it was. You snapped the visor shut and threw the tint back in your purse. And you thought it was silent before.

Play it cool, you told yourself, but you couldn’t handle it anymore. “You wanna listen to a podcast or something?”

“Yeah,” He squeaked out and then adjusted his voice, grateful for a distraction. “Yeah. What do you got?”

You scrolled through your Spotify. “Hmmm… Ooh, um, The Cult of Multi-level Marketing, a few Lore episodes, one on the philosophy of simulation theory….”

“Simulation theory?”

“Yeah, like this reality isn’t the true base reality. We’re living in a computer program.” You explained.

“So, like The Matrix?” He asked.

“Kinda, except that it’s most probable that humans are controlling the simulation, and we don’t have actual bodies that need to be awakened and are not being harvested by machines. Think more along the lines of humans creating a computer program very similar to their world but then introducing situations and factors to see how it would play out in reality so that they can better prepare for, I don’t know, a global pandemic or World War III.” You tried your best to give an overview. Or like a fan and a celebrity randomly bumping into each other and going on not only one but two road trips, because what other possible explanation was there for this?

Jensen raised an eyebrow at you skeptically. “You believe in that crap?”

“First of all, it’s not crap. Neil deGrasse Tyson believed in it for years.” You defended.

“Oh, well, if Neil deGrasse Tyson…” He mocked.

But you cut him off because you weren’t finished. “Second. Of course, I don’t believe in it, but it is fun to think about and keep an open mind.”

“I don’t think I’ve had enough coffee to explore the metaphysics of life quite this early in the morning.” He went to sip from his cup.

“I also have a conspiracy theory regarding Princess Di.” You offered.

“I’m noticing a trend here.” He waved his hand around your space. “I’m not sure what the theme is exactly, but it is saying a lot about you.”

“And here I thought avoiding my regular cold cases would be enough to dissuade your concern.” You both chuckled. “I did also download a 30 for 30 series.”

He snapped his fingers, not needing to hear the further details. “That’s the one.”

“Fine,” You rescinded. “It’s only a matter of time before I turn you to the dark side, and then you won’t be able to stop.”

Two episodes in, and you were bored out of your skull, having solely downloaded a sports podcast for his benefit. But at least the tension had lifted. If he wasn’t ready to talk about it, you weren’t going to force him. You were making good time too. It wasn’t even noon, and you were already past Omaha.

“At this rate, we’ll be in Denver a day early.” You remarked. “Which is cool; I’m sure there’ll be a lot to do and explore tomorrow.”

Jensen chewed it over. “Say, which way is Kansas? We gotta be nearby.”

You thought about it for a second and then confidently pointed south.

“You up for a detour?” He asked.

“Lebanon or Lawerence?” You questioned, voicing your agreement.

"I've been to Lawrence once," He recalled. "At least I think it was Lawrence… Can't say the same about Lebanon."

"It's settled then."

Thankfully, you were still close enough to Omaha for a signal when you brought up maps. Despite Jensen’s spontaneity, you were glad you still had a signal; looking at directions now, you’d never have been able to find your way. It wasn’t like there was a direct highway leading there. It would require a lot of zigzagging on country roads used primarily by farmers and truck routes.

You stopped in Lincoln for brunch and, more importantly, a second cup of coffee. The conversation was casual and playful, yet not as flirtatious as if you were tiptoeing around a cliff's edge. One false move and you’d tumble off to your inevitable demise or learn, very quickly, how to fly. After brunch, you found a quaint park with a lake that you strolled, stretching your legs before another long jaunt in the car. Jensen learned about your aversion to geese and teased you incessantly until one started hissing and honking at him. Then his attitude changed from ‘We're not in a hurry to be anywhere’ to ‘We should get back on the road.’

With a third cup of coffee on the go, Jensen finally surrendered and let you listen to the podcast on simulation theory. A heated debate followed it; Jensen, the logical skeptic, and you, the blind follower, simply for the pleasure of pushing his buttons and riling him up. Needless to say, further podcasts were not queued up. As predicted, cell service became less frequent, so you switched to the downloaded playlist with the theme of road-tripping. Songs included There She Goes, Life in the Fast Lane, and Take Me Home, Country Roads. Carefreeness overtook you as you opened up, signing along with Jensen, unworried about your voice or inventive lyrics.

It felt like flying off the highway, with the windows rolled down and Jensen pushing the modern Impala to its limits. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky therefore requiring sunglasses, and Jensen placed his ballcap on your head to keep your hair from flying all over the place. You crossed your legs up on your seat, and your hand hung out the window.

He chuckled. “Just like Jared. I don’t know how y’all do that.”

“Occasional yoga,” You answered. “Keeps me flexible.”

“There are benefits to being flexible.” Jensen pondered and cleared his throat as you both thought about the same thing. Sparing you the need to respond, he turned up the radio, “Oh, I love this song.”

What was it? Oh, right, Go Your Own Way. He fumbled through the second verse but gave a decent performance, so you were none-the-wiser.

It was midafternoon when you neared Lebanon. Out of the farms and fields sprouted a sign on US 281.

“Geographical Center of the Continental US.” You read aloud.

“What on earth?” Jensen asked.

“We have to go! Hang a righteous!” You instructed, fearing he would miss the turn.

“The more you talk, the less you are making sense.” He said.

You flailed your arms. “Take a right, right here!”

He had to press the brakes harder than he would have liked, but he made it.

He giggled and repeated, “Hang a righteous. What do you say when need to go left?”

“Leftovers for breakfast, obviously.” You responded.

“Obviously.” He chuckled.

“Oh my god,” Realization dawned on you. “This is why they picked it for the show, isn’t it? The center of the US, not counting Alaska and Hawaii, of course.”

“Yes,” He drew out unconfidently. “That is exactly why.”

“You didn’t know either!” You playfully accused.

“I knew.” He brushed it off. “At some point, I’m sure.”

You approached the park at the T in the road. Kansas stretched on for miles around you. Not a single car or person was in view. Thankful to get out of the car, you stretched and walked around the small plot of land with the smallest little chapel, one monument dedicating the space, and a bulletin board with news clippings with pieces of paper shoved in saying ‘so-and-so’ was here.

You wandered over to read the monument; Jensen trailed behind.

“So, how does it feel to be at the center of the country?” He asked.

You gritted your teeth and whispered, “Anti-climatic.”

“At least we didn’t have to pay for this tourist trap.” He remarked.

“Shut up. You loved the mystery spot.” You teased back.

You inspected the bulletin board closer, seeing the visitors' names and everywhere they came from, surprised at how far some people had traveled, and hopefully not just for this.

“Hey, you got a pen and paper?” Jensen asked.

“I think so.”

After quickly running back and forth, you brought a sharpie and a torn journal sheet to him. He jotted something down and signed his name before shoving it in along with the rest of the notes. You got a closer look, and it read ‘Dean Winchester was here,’ today’s date, and signed by Jensen Ackles.

“One for the fan girlies.” He announced, proud of himself.

“Very kind of you,” You agreed, for it made your own fangirl heart flutter.

Turning back on the road, you headed for downtown Lebanon. It was smaller than you expected, though you weren’t sure what you were expecting to begin with. A few houses were cute and quaint, and most needed work like paint touch-ups and a good weeding. Some needed a lot of work. The stretch of downtown truly brought to life the meaning of a one-horse town.

Though there were some recent renovations for tourists, Jensen leaned against the main city sign, avoiding stepping on the flowers and shrubbery. You happily snapped a few photos for him, and he returned the favor as you got a couple in the historical city jail replica.

“Does this count for the bucket list?” He asked.

“Pfft.” You leaned against the frame, arms sticking out between the strap-iron bars. “Hardly.”

“I could ask if they’ll keep ya overnight.” He offered, pointing over his shoulder back to city hall.

“Oooh, we could plan an intricate escape plan and heist, becoming the next Bonnie and Clyde.” You elaborated. “I like it.”

“Alright,” He started to walk away, calling your bluff. “I’ll go get you arrested for something.”

“Wait,” You squealed. “No. Jensen! Let me out!” You strained to reach for the latch keeping you caged.

“Not a chance.” He kept walking. “You gotta prepare for the real deal. If you can’t survive a night here, there is no way you will survive the feds.”

“Wait until I get out of here.” You threatened. “You are in for it.”

You poked your arm through another gap and stretched for the latch. Your fingers grazed it, and you pushed a little further, finally unhinging it. As promised, you ran after him, fully meaning to tackle him. However, he braced himself, knowing what was coming. A small grunt escaped him as you jumped up on his back. He gripped the underside of your thighs, supporting you, and carried you on his back to the car.

“Now you’re really caught.” He chuckled.

“Bull.” You said and wrapped your arms a little tighter around his chest. “We could play this out like Westley and Fezzik, and I’m telling you now, I’d win.”

“Inconceivable.” He said.

“You keep using that word…” You quoted.

And he finished. “I do not think it means what you think it means.”

You laughed as he set you down on the pavement. “So… which way to the bunker?”

He flipped the keys in his hand, mentally preparing for another few hours at least in the car. “Aw, I’m sorry. Insider secret. You have to be a person of letters to get that knowledge.”

You faked a pout but chuckled, then stretched your back, not quite wanting to get back in the car. “I reckon the only bunkers round these parts are corn-filled.”

“Or poultry-filled… I reckon,” He matched your southern drawl.

“They should add one, though. Reach a wider range of tourists. Or, at the very least, make a little museum. Maybe that’s what I’ll plan for my midlife crisis. Move to Lebanon, and open a bookstore slash cafe slash flower shop slash Supernatural museum.” You rambled. “And then I will finally start leeching off our relationship, and you can bring me free stuff from set that I can stock in the museum.”

“That's a lot of slashes. I’m either impressed that you made that up all on the spot or concerned that has been your plan from the get-go.” He said. “And I’m equally concerned that you are planning a midlife crisis, not letting it happen spontaneously as nature intended.”

“I’m trying to be spontaneous, okay?” You whined. “This is a big step for me. Having things planned out and knowing what to expect helps a lot with anxiety. I’m learning to find the fun in stuff like this.” You waved your hands around as if to showcase this whole trip.

“I’m sorry,” He apologized. “I was teasing you, Y/N. It’s good to have a balance of both. I have my whole day to days planned out by someone other than me, so trips like this with no agenda to follow are refreshing. But I realize if you lived like this 24/7, it would be more than chaotic, and you’d potentially miss out on a lot.”

You huffed.

“It’s a good thing.” He observed. “We balance each other.”

You could accept that. “I am trying. And there’s a lot we’d have missed out on, too, if I had planned everything out.”

“I could have missed out on the mystery spot.” He agreed.

“You are never going to let that go, are you?” You envisioned.

“Never.” He grinned. “Let’s get back on the road and grab a snack…”

“I’m not hangry.” You said, but his eyes challenged you. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Stopping on the way out of town for gas, you both went inside to grab a cold drink for the road. Jensen nudged you with his hip once you went for your wallet and beat you to the draw. You blushed from the contact and linked your elbow around his, placing your hand in his. He interlaced his fingers with yours. And you weren’t sure if it was his pulse or yours that you felt violently pounding against your wrist.

“Well, aren’t you two just the cutest little lovebirds,” The cashier remarked, and you pulled your hand out of his, realizing what you had done. “What brings you two out to Lebanon?”

Jensen grabbed it back as he responded, his voice leaning more into that Texas accent that rarely peeked out, “Passing through. On our way to Colorado.”

“Oh, well, if that is the case, you gotta play clouds or mountains!” She exclaimed.

“Clouds or mountains?” The question barely left your mouth, too focused on Jensen’s thumb now brushing the length of yours.

“Sounds like a drinking game.” He remarked.

“It better not be since you play it when you’re driving. But anyways, me and my friends play it anytime we’re headed out that way. Trust me, when you grow closer and closer, you can’t tell the difference if it’s a cloud or mountain, especially in the spring with the white caps, but I suppose your a little late for that.” She explained.

“What does the winner get?” You asked.

“Oh, trust me. You’re both winners at the end of that game after driving hours on a flat road.” She chuckled. “Though I suppose you could make a bet to sweeten the pot for whoever guesses mountains correctly first.”

Jensen thanked her for the advice and drinks, but she wasn’t finished yet. “Say, don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“Nah,” He waved it off. “I have one of those faces.”

“Sir,” She scolded. “Trust me. You do not have one of the faces. Sweetie,” She directed at you. “You better keep him on a leash. More than a few ladies round these parts would be more than happy to take in a stray.”

Your brain stopped functioning. How on earth were you supposed to respond to something like that? First off, it was completely derogatory. It’s not like you would claim him, or any man for that matter, as your property. Second, he wasn't even yours to claim. You both shared a wide-eyed look, and he smirked, intervening with that natural charm.

"I don't need a leash to heel for this one. She buys the brand name kibble and gives the best belly rubs." He boasted.

Your cheeks flushed with magma.

“Lucky son of a gun. If you ever find yourself in the doghouse, you come back around here anytime.” She offered.

Jensen winked at her, thanked her again, and the door chimed as you exited. You were both about to return to the car when your exasperated huff stopped Jensen. Your brows were furrowed together, and you were shaking your head. The heel of your foot squeaked as you turned sharply, marching back.

“Hey, hey.” Jensen chased after you and became a wall in front of you, blocking you from the building. “Where are you going?”

“I am going back in there and telling that woman,” You pointed furiously, “Exactly what I think.”

Jensen chuckled, this new fury in you surprising yet equally adorable. “And what exactly do you think?”

“You don’t talk to people like that!” You nearly shrieked.

“It’s fine Y/N,” He tried his best to diffuse the situation. “She meant no harm.”

“That doesn’t make it right.” You protested, glaring into the storefront.

He grabbed your shoulders and leaned down to capture your gaze. “Make like Elsa, and let it go.”

You tried so hard to hold onto your anger but failed, a snicker escaping.

He physically turned you and forced you back to the car, your feet dragging the whole way.

“‘Sides,” He remarked, “I’m a Doberman. I can fight my own battles.”

Now you snorted. “You’re a corgi at best.”

A sharp tinge pinched at your ribs, and you yelped in response. “That’s a lot of smack coming from someone ranking in as a chihuahua.”

You gasped, “How dare you!”

“A little furball of fiery rage ready to defeat the cosmos one ineffective ankle bite at a time.” Jensen laughed harder at his own antics when you shook your head. “You even got the shakes down!”

“I’m so done with you right now.” You fake fumed and slouched into the passenger’s seat.

“You love it.” His tongue peeked out between his teeth.

You tried again to hold onto the anger, but then it melted into a cheesy smile and confirmed with a head nod. Once he knew the beast had been tamed, he shut your door, and you headed for another long stretch of road. Consulting your map while you still had service seemed like the best bet, but directions were simple enough.

“Few minutes south outta Lebanon, then west on 36. Straight shot to Denver from there.” You tucked your phone away. “Let me know when you want to switch.”

“I still got a while in me.”

Time flew by as the scenic pictures of rural America repeated; fields, run-down farms, junk piled to the sky, and an occasional wealthy, newly renovated estate. Small towns came and went, some lasting a mere crossroads, others three blocks maximum. The estimated arrival time was slowed by the inconvenience of no longer having the expressway. Rusted-out trucks from the 80s and semis carting full loads of goods from produce, dairy, to livestock slowed the traffic. At least Jensen was still driving as he had the gall to pass the slower vehicles. Conversation was frequent but not constant. The time was filled with more tunes, podcasts, shared pining, and wondering if you could feel the other’s lips properly the second time if it ever came.

He was rubbing his own lips and lost in that exact thought when you broke his concentration.

“Hey, Jensen?” You asked.

“Hmm?”

The last remaining rays of sun brought out the dusting of freckles on his skin and the gold flecks in his eyes. No Instagram filter could compete. He looked at you almost as if he was thinking the same thing. Wishing he could capture this scene forever, but no photo could truly do it justice.

You cleared your throat and nodded ahead. “Clouds or mountains?”

That shocked him out of whatever thought he was lost in. He looked at the clock and wondered if he had missed the state line. Surely, you were not in Colorado yet. But then he looked ahead and whistled. The sun was disappearing between purple and blue luminous clouds towering into the atmosphere.

“That is one big ass storm system.” And you were headed right for it.

---

Rain pounded against the windshield that the wipers futilely attempted to clear. The sky had gone as dark as the middle of the night, and the wind howled as its only goal was to force the car off the road. The headlights only scouted out a few feet ahead, and the tail lights in the distance indicated others were just about as thrilled as you. Jensen’s knuckles were stark white, gripping the steering wheel as tight as he could. There was no conversation, no music, the only focus on making it out alive. Even at the slow pace of thirty-five miles per hour, your eyes squeezed shut as gusts of wind pounded into the side of the car, or thunder roared up ahead. Lighting cracked across the sky, and the world lit up as it made contact with the lone tree in the field next to you.

“Jesus!” “Shit!” Both of you swore in unison.

Jensen slowed as you watched embers spark from inside the tree despite the downpour. That was the final straw. You pulled up your map, and though it shouldn’t have surprised you at this point, there was no service.

“Remind me to switch phone plans if I get back.” The irritation in your voice rose through. “Is yours any better?”

Jensen fished his out of his pocket and unlocked it before handing it to you. No luck.

“And here I thought you’d have some fancy-schmancy satellite plan. For god's sake, they send people to the moon and have had full conversations; you would think Verizon and T-Mobile could get their shit together!” You ranted.

He chuckled, but it was tense.

“Oh, oh, my map is loading, just not directions.” You tried to give him some semblance of hope. “We’re coming up on a town on the right, just a few miles. There might be a motel or a least a place to stop and wait for the rest to pass.”

A few more miles and the semi-truck ahead of you turned right, looking for an escape as well.

“This must be it.”

“What the fuck?” Jensen whined upon seeing red sign after red sign lit up with no vacancy.

“There!” You pointed.

He pulled in, and it was obvious you were the only car in the parking lot. With all the other hotels full, it sent a shiver down your spine. Before either of you committed to brave the rain, you connected to the motel’s wi-fi to check the weather radar. The storm was going nowhere. Not tonight, at least.

“Purple?” Jensen asked. “Is purple even a radar color? That can’t be good.”

You both ran to the motel’s office, soaked instantly from head to toe. The door was locked and but the office light was on. You were about to read the sign to Jensen, but thunder boomed around you, so instead, you just pointed, saying honk for service. Unlikely that anyone could hear it over the sound of wind and pounding rain. Yet Jensen ran back to the car, blazing the horn a few times before rejoining you under the awning.

A light appeared in the house next door, and soon a figure in a bright yellow poncho appeared, frantically looking for his keys and corralling you inside.

“Wow,” The toothpick of a man gasped out of breath. “You sure know how to pick a time to check in.”

If you had to guess, the office around hadn’t been updated since the 70s. Burnt orange carpet matted down, wood paneling that went halfway up the walls transitioning into yellow floral wallpaper, and the smell of cigarette smoke embedded into everything. Taxidermy birds and sketches adorned the walls. Ducks, a kingfisher, a pheasant, and an owl who stared down at you with spread wings and haunting yellow eyes. You stepped closer to Jensen.

“We’ll take two rooms for the night.” Jensen requested, and you started shivering as the cold wettness of the rain soaked through to your bones.

“We’re currently under renovations and just have the one, but it’s a double.” He went through a paper ledger; there was no computer in sight.

Jensen had joked about the twilight zone yesterday, but now it was as if you had actually stepped into it. You shared a look and silently agreed to make it work, not wanting to risk going out again in this. The thunder and flash of lightning outside confirmed your decision.

“We’ll take it.” Jensen decided and laid his card down, wondering if they even accepted cards.

When the man accepted it and slowly typed the numbers into a machine, Jensen noted he needed to carefully review his next few statements. He seemed to be in his late thirties but still had a boyishness. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had never left this town.

“Jensen Ackles.” The man remarked. “An unusual name. I have a plain old name. Anthony Perkins, though I suppose you don’t hear the name Anthony so much anymore. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Charmed,” Jensen said tersely.

“And what might your name be?” He asked innocently enough, but his eyes bore into you similar to the stuffed owl’s.

“Y/N… Ackles.” At this point, you didn’t care if it made Jensen uncomfortable; you didn’t like how this man looked you up and down.

Jensen’s jaw flexed.

Anthony laughed sheepishly, “Then I suppose you won’t mind sharing a room, that is, unless you’ve had a fight recently or little ones in the car.”

He was right; your lie didn’t make sense. “Siblings, actually.” You stuttered out.

“Ah,” His eyes lit back up, and handed Jensen back his card.

Your eyes flashed him a help me sign, but he didn’t catch on. Anthony began writing down in the ledger and passed it to Jensen, indicating where to sign. He watched impatiently, bouncing as Jensen wrote his information and signed.

“You folks in town for the cattle auction tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yes.” Now that you had started a lie, apparently, you couldn’t stop, but you wanted this man to know nothing about you.

“You don’t look like the rancher types, if you don’t mind me saying.” He remarked, and you very much did mind.

“We recently got back into it.” Jensen finally caught up to your uneasiness. “Our great-grandfather started a ranch north of Dallas and passed it down to his son and then our father. We both tried to leave, Y/N for a law degree and me for… veterinary services, but we got roped back in.”

“That’s nice, though, and your areas of study fit the business.” Anthony said. “My mother started this motel, and now I run it for her that she is unable. There’s nothing like a family business.”

“Right.” You agreed. “That’s what our ranch is. The family business. Saving cattle…” What the fuck was coming out of your mouth.

You looked at Jensen for aid, and he thinly smiled. “Hunting… deals.”

“Saving cattle?” Anthony asked, confused.

Your eyes blinked rapidly. “Oh, you know, from the big corporations, like McDonald’s. Small farm life, pasture-raised, so much more ethical for the animals. So finding deals at auctions like this for a cow nobody wants is rewarding in its own way.” You swallowed hard. Nobody in their right mind would believe this bullshit.

But Jensen was having the time of his life with it. He leaned against the counter. “Our dad was supposed to come up this way for the auction but went missing three weeks back. So you see, I came looking for him but got no leads. Y/N, with her fancy Hartford law degree, has better luck with the police usually.” He paused, looking back at the ledger and scanning the other names. “Say you haven’t heard about any missing people around here?”

You covered your face, looking contemplative, but truly you were hiding a smirk. Anthony swallowed and shook his head no.

“What about anything unusual?” He pressed further.

“Unusual?” Anthony repeated.

“Yeah,” Jensen’s voice cracked. “Problems with the electricity, smells of manure, phantom mooing.”

He chuckled. “With the cattle auction nearby and the fields all around, it always smells like manure, but I don’t see what that has to do with your missing father?”

Okay, this had gone on long enough. “You like birds, Anthony?” You attempted to divert the conversation.

“Oh yes, very much so.” He grinned. “Their elegant, delicate, free creatures. I do most of the work myself, though some I purchase. I’m quite pleased with the owl and the sketch of the flock of crows. You almost remind me of a bird. I’d like to sketch you if you have the time.”

And that was enough fun for Jensen. He stood up straight. “Maybe next time.” He said firmly but didn’t want to offend your host. “Let’s grab some food…”

Anthony grabbed a key from behind the desk and handed it to Jensen. “I think most restaurants closed early tonight for the storm, but Mother and I were just sitting down for dinner before you came. I’m sure she would be happy to share.”

“Thank you,” You offered. “But I’m not that hungry, and we have plenty of food in the car.”

“If you change your mind, feel free to come up to the house; we don’t bite.” He offered one last time.

You were towing your luggage and the snack basket as fast as you could out of the car and under the awing next to room number 6.

When you were certain Anthony was back in the house, you exhaled, “What the fuck was that?”

“Saving cattle? Really?” He critiqued your improv skills.

You slapped his shoulder. “That’s not what I’m talking about, but while we are at it, phantom mooing.”

But then you and Jensen laughed until another roll of thunder caused you to jump.

“Get us inside,” You coaxed him. “After all that, I’m glad there’s only one room.”

Jensen fumbled with the keys. “Renovations, my ass; he just doesn’t want to clean two rooms. But I would have insisted on one after all that anyways. That guy gives me the creeps. I’m not leaving you alone near him.”

The door swung open, and Jensen stopped at the threshold.

“Bates motel much?” And then you saw why Jensen froze. You stuttered, “When he said double, I was thinking two twins.”

“Yeah,” Jensen agreed. “Double as in a full-sized mattress.”

You surveyed the town around you. Aside from house lights, nothing else was open except the motel down the street, with its sign still reading no vacancy. The parking lot filled to the brim with livestock trailers now made sense. As if the night couldn’t get worse, the wind picked up again, and the thunder grew in intensity and frequency.

“We... We’ve, we’ve,” You couldn’t spit it out. “We’ve shared a bed before.”

“Yup.” Jensen gulped.

“We’ll make a pillow barricade.” You suggested.

“Pillow barricade?”

“Is something the matter?” Anthony called from down the porch. “You’ve been standing out here for an awfully long time.”

You squinted your eyes shut.

“No, thank you, Anthony,” Jensen yelled over the wind, guiding you inside.

Once inside, you shivered from the chill. The decor matched that of the office. Jensen wrestled with the window on the far side of the room. It was futile. The window was completely busted, stuck open.

“Son of a bitch.” He muttered to himself.

Your teeth chattered.

“Why don’t you get a shower,” He instructed. “It’ll warm you up.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, yet you carefully got all the necessary items. Now that you were in here, the steam rolling up to the ceiling, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Only the door separated you and him. And you found yourself shaking again. You encouraged yourself with deep breaths and let your jeans fall around your ankles, followed by everything else.

You survived, taking a quick shower to leave hot water for him before snuggling into your pajamas, much more comfortable than before. Jensen looked up for the edge of the bed once you exited. He licked his lips and found he had trouble breathing. You couldn’t help but blush. He seemed to want to say something but decided against it.

“It’s all yours,” You offered.

“Thanks.” He rushed past you.

The water started again, and your mind wandered imagining the two of you joined in the water’s steam. Heating yourselves not just with the water but the with each other, your mouths exploring every inch of skin, tugging on hair, pressed against the tiled wall. A new shiver ran through you, and you had to distract yourself. You flipped on the TV and rested against the headboard.

When Jensen came out, he did not have the courtesy of fore planning. His waist was wrapped in the white cotton that was practically a dish towel. The drops of water accentuated the lines of his muscles. The v that traveled down… You forced your gaze back to the TV, though you couldn’t see the picture, the image in your mind too distracting, the pounding of your heart too loud to hear the words.

He seemed completely unaffected by this precarious situation. He dried his hair with the spare towel.

“Silence of the Lambs, really?” He scoffed. “You’re not going to be able to sleep tonight.”

Oh, I won’t be sleeping tonight, but that is not the reason why. “It was this, the weather, or Fox News.”

He rolled his eyes before returning to the bathroom to change into gray joggers and a white undershirt. “Hannibal it is.”

You squinted your eyes shut; the joggers were as sinful as the towel. The weight of the bed dipped, and the springs creaked as he slid in next to you. His arm snaked behind you and drew you in. It felt natural; it felt like home. You leaned your head against his shoulder, and your racing heart stilled, perfectly content.

“I ate his liver,” Jensen quoted along with the movie. “With some fava beans and a nice chianti.”

You huffed a laugh. “Jensen?”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Will you protect me from Norman Bates and Buffalo Bill?”

“Not Hannibal?” One of his brows raised.

You snuggled in further to him. “Give it fifteen to twenty years, and I think you’d be perfect for a remake.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.” You explained. “He’s protective, polite, intelligent… occasionally spontaneous and the only man in the movie not to objectify Clarice, though objectifying can be nice if the occasion calls for it.”

“Sounds like you have a crush on him,” He observed.

You snorted. “No, absolutely not. Oh, but that one scene where he grazes Clarice’s finger...” You exaggerated a shiver.

“Macabre,” He suddenly announced. “That’s the theme I was looking for early. You’re very macabre.”

You giggled. “Goes hand in hand with your show, I guess.”

“Fair,” He agreed, and then his stomach grumbled. “Where did those snacks get off to?”

You reached for them, never leaving the bed, and settled them on his stomach, producing a grunt. Jensen dug through the basket, and you cuddled in closer. Underneath the sheets, his barefoot rubbed against yours, and even though the wind whipped through the open window being next to him would keep you warm all night.

Heat followed Silence of the Lambs, which Jensen was thrilled by, but even though it was earlier for you than usual, you began dosing off, your head rising and falling with the breathing of his chest. His scent surrounded you and lulled you further. He gently stroked your hair and pulled you closer.

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Continue here to Part 6

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[hologramcowboy]

look I’m just trying to understand you here, I’m not trying to start or insult you in anyway but I find it weird that you can accept the mistakes Jared has done and not talk about it or have critical thinking about him but when it comes to Jensen you are critical a lot of the time. Yes you do have some admiration for him and sure you can criticise the mistakes an actor makes but wouldn’t it be fair if you it for both Jensen and Jared?

Anon, you've clearly never read my posts. Why are you even on my blog? Jared has negative aspects too, just like any other human being, me included. I don't talk much about him on my blog because I am Jensen centric. I've had conversations where I very clearly and openly expressed things about Jared's acting.

Aside from this, when it comes to his personal brand he's managed to build a genuine brand. Why would you want me to criticize something that works?

Or are you talking about his drunken arrest? Because I challenge anyone to be that level of drunk and not do out of control things. Besides, I highly suspect Jared was drugged. That his drink was spiked. In the aftermath of all of that he's focused on being healthy and inspiring others to do the same. He's done the same thing with his mental issues, sharing through vulnerability and healing people or giving them a voice to heal. We ALL make mistakes, what shows who we truly are is HOW we handle them, how we make ammends. Jared is growing and learning while being a leader. I respect him deeply.

As for prequelgate, he had every right to react publicly and I condone his smart business choice due to dynamics I cannot share on this blog.

When it comes to doxxing fans, Jared never doxxed anyone, a bunch of fanatics did that. Besides, who are we to stop someone from publicly requesting support when someone is behaving abhorrently in real life? Jared did not dox the waitress, he simply made a social media post discouraging bad treatment. Some fanatics saw his post and doxxed the waitress. So please stop blaming Jared for what this sometimes very sick fandom chooses to do.

As for understanding me why do you even feel the need to do that? My thinking is very different from most people within this fandom because I have a different vantage point.

The reason I "criticize" Jensen is because I want to see him fulfill his fullest potential, something anyone that genuinely loves him (notice I said love not objectifies) should hopefully also want for him. What you perceive as hate is actually critical feedback to an artist and as artists there is always, always something to refine. Without being critical you cannot expand and grow. It's truly sad how people feel the need to turn everything into hate instead of recognizing the value of facing certain truths.

I tag my posts Jensen critical to keep the crazies away but my being critical comes from an art /acting centered perspective and sometimes from my value centered perspective. Hate is not in the equation but I get that people won't choose to see my heart. They'll choose to witch hunt instead because it's easier than facing certain truths.

[chinzhilla-main]

Things I have noticed and learnt about buddie in the past 72 hours about Buck x Eddie from tumblr and youtube

these two guys are friends and Bucky hangs out an abnormally lot of time with Eddie (almost like he's got a little crush on him you could say)

Buck (Not Bucky) is a ladies man (or is written as such) and he has a close relationship with Eddie's son Christopher (who has cerebral palsey) - Eddie has willed it that he ever passes Christopher will be under his guardianship.

Up until now half the pairing of buck/eddie was straight and now Buck is bi so there's a bit of a chance that buck/eddie will be canon, but it's going to be a bit of a wait

Buck is kind of Deancoded in some senses (also I really would love now that Jensen Ackles and Oliver Stark are in something together where they play lovers, I feel like this would be good).

Eddie might be deancoded? but he's like Buck except without the repressed feelings???

This is all what I've gathered so far.

lol this was a delight to see in my inbox this morning and it's mostly correct. the big thing is the idea that mr. i-don't-panic-it's-not-repression-just-moving-forward is less repressed than buck

allow me to direct you simply to this gifset by the lovely and talented @eddiediaaz. eddie's working on it but repression and his unpacking it are a huge part of his character and journey. and the show hasn't yet broached how that might be at play with his sexuality or potential feelings for a certain someone but girlie's about to obliviously crash a date his boybestfriend is on with another man so. we'll see how that plays out

on that note it seems based on your third point that you were under the impression that eddie was already canonically queer which. see above. so sadly 100% of buddie was presumed straight until thursday. but it's been explicitly stated at the very least by oliver (and maybe also the showrunner but i'm not sure - other people pay better attention to these things than me) that they saw all the potential seeds of bi buck and all the talk about it online and decided to (and crucially were finally able to at abc) just run with it. and there are PLENTY of queer eddie seeds so. as for canon buddie i'm pretty much completely convinced it's happening at this point. whether it's in conjunction with an eddie sexuality journey or after it is my biggest question right now

and you're definitely not the first person to clock buck as deancoded lol but i'm not sure how i would feel about jensen and oliver playing lovers because i just don't think i could separate them from their dean and buck and the thought of that crossover is breaking my brain aksdjfkdj

anyways one of the most fun things about this development has been the reactions from people outside the fandom so thank you for sending me yours!! 🩷💜💙

[eisforeidolon]

Question: [tells story about her father who passed away shortly after the show ended and how she got her dog shortly before that and therefore on rewatch related to Sam with Miracle in the finale] During that episode my dad kept asking me, like, 'Oh my God,' - the question is lighter than the introduction, he asked me, like - 'that dog has such great chemistry with the boys, like how do they do this? Is that their dog?' He wanted to know what it was like, what it's like to have a dog on set?

Jared: Amazing. I'm sorry for your loss. I'm glad y'all had that together. With the dog who played Miracle, they're very well trained dogs, you know? They're trained - and we've had dogs in episodes throughout the years. And so the chemistry between an animal and an actor on set? Is really whether or not the actor or actress feels comfortable with whatever the animal is. Whether it's a horse or a dog or a cat or

Auudience shouts: a snake!

Jared: A what? A spade? A snake! Fuck that! [laughs] Yeah. So I have a chicken coop down in Austin, well, Gen and I have a chicken coop. And got a picture of a huge snake - maybe she'll post it or I'll post it - in our chicken coop laying on top of the eggs. Not eating them, but just waiting to see if, like, a rat came? To eat the rat. It wasn't a poisonous snake, but still would mess you up. I'm like, man, I dunno. But with Miracle, as a for instance, Jensen and I both love dogs, y'know? And so bringing a dog to set, it's like, 'Ohhh!' Like I'll walk down the street and someone's walking a dog and I'll be like, 'Can I pet your dog?!' Like who is this weird lookin' dude. And so it was more just, they introduce you first, and they teach you certain things - like they teach you how that dog has learned to come or to sit or to stay. And you'll do it in character, but the dog - dogs are all energy? Like they just feel if you're scared, they feel if you're excited, they feel if you're friendly. And I think Jensen and I were just so happy to be around a dog on set? Like I had to look at his face for fifteen years, I was like, oh, at least I get a pretty dog. I'm tired of Ackles. And so it was great, it was great to have that pup there. Thank you for sharing your story, I'm sorry for your loss.

Jared: What's up, Susan?

New Question: Hi! So did you just call me Susan? It's [?] on my pass and I [?] -

Jared: I know, that was the joke, because you crossed out s-a-n. You didn't get the joke! I just called Jensen ugly, I'm not being serious right now!

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/736457131343118336/interesting-perspective-anon-i-can-see-how-jared

I’d like to weigh in on this.

I think anon is sort of on the right track in their reasoning behind Jared seeming more serious about a reboot idea, or at least it sounds like it’s actually in talks as opposed to "someday." I’ve noticed for the last 4 or 5 cons in particular that Jared and Jensen seem almost wistful about their time on set of SPN. And they seem to be getting along really well. Yes, I know, cons are shows, etc, and they were never bad on stage together, but something with them just feels more right more often to me than it has, say last year. This doesn’t mean I’m right, just my feeling.

I also love your idea of someone—respectfully—asking J2 why they want a reboot. I’d be very interested to hear what they say. Maybe if I get to NJ in May, I’ll try to ask.

I have thoughts on this though. I think nostalgia and time off plays a part, and I think they truly do miss the ease of acting with each other. After 15 years together, it will be hard to develop a shorthand as strong as they have with each other with anyone else.

However, I also think that they want a chance to do a limited series to do SPN right. By this, I mean, they have both had to do things as their characters that they haven’t agreed with over the years, and unless they are both delusional, they have to know the show slipped dramatically in quality, especially in season 15. I think they want the chance to have a piece of SPN where they are older, but it still goes back to its roots, focusing back on the brothers and the smaller picture.

Now, I could be entirely off base, but I’ve been assuming from the moment they mentioned doing a reboot or season 16, and especially when Jared said he and Jensen have to have a say in it, that there would be a certain degree of reclaiming SPN for themselves in a way. To do the show, while nit exhausted, and to have a season, or mini season, that proper,y respects the characters. The show is wrapped up and we don’t technically need more, but I think they both have a bit of an "unfinished business" feeling about the show nonetheless.

Or I’m wrong, and they both just want more money. Lol. 🤷‍♀️

Thank you for chiming in, anon! There could be that desire to work together again, but I had forgotten about the possibility of reclaiming the show from the S15 mostly crap fest. I would hope that both J2 recognized how awful it was (though seeing parts of The Winchesters...I'm not so sure about Jensen, lol) .

If the reason is to put out a final product they can be proud of, that is high quality story-telling, returns to SPN's roots, and helps scrub most of S15 from the collective consciousness, I could get behind that.

If you get a chance to ask J2 why, that would be great! If not... maybe someone else reading this could do so (respectfully, of course). :)