#i don’t watch spn but i got a video about them and i immediately thought of this

[speeedsters]

if i had a nickel for every john and mary parent duo that existed and are dead i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s strange that’s it happened twice

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

This post is for COCKLES TRUTHERS ONLY.

I’m watching jibcon videos which I haven’t done in years, so I’ve only seen bits and pieces from the recent ones. But like. Wait just a fucking second.

Jenmish panel 2018. Jensen is saying something and then puts his hand on Misha’s knee and then immediately takes it back and makes a weird face like “why did I do that? Gay lol” and then Misha pretends to brush his cooties off his knee and then sniffs his knee or something I don’t even know, but the POINT is that immediately after this joke Misha starts the “Jensen wanted me to wear his shirt this morning” story. Literally his thought process was “well that was gay. which reminds me of how I didn’t want to wear Jensen’s shirt this morning because it’d be too obvious but then I got my shirt dirty and had no choice, lol I can totally tell that story, here I go”. OKAY. And then as soon as Jensen tries to tell his side of the story they send Jared out.

OKAY.

Jenmish panel 2019. Straddlegate. We all know it but I’ll tell it again. Misha is telling the story of how Jared had to get on top of him for a scene and how he messed with him during it. Jensen IMMEDIATELY knows that he wants to re-enact it (did they plan this??) and gets on the ground. Misha re-enacts it. AS SOON AS THEY GET UP Jared is sent on stage. Jensen is like “wtf dude?” and Jared is making the “cut it out” gesture. Because isn’t that the scene from the gag reel where Jared is on top of Misha and kisses him?

OKAY.

Two years in a row they were stopped from being too gay on stage. If cockles was just for fun and they just put it on for the fans, why stop them? They’ve done plenty of other gay shit and they never stopped them before?

I think as the years went on, Jensen and Misha just stopped giving as much of a fuck about people finding out that cockles is real lmao and everyone around them was like “guys. guys. you’re still in the show together and your characters are controversially homoerotically attached to each other so you should probably calm it down For The Sake of the Show.” and Jensen and Misha are just like “lmao what are they gonna do, fire us?”

No they’re just gonna kill both your characters in the most homophobic way possible at the end of the show! 😭

Like sometimes the whole thing honestly feels like the network said, “this is what you get for thinking you could bring that gay shit into our house.” like the ending of spn is homophobic not only to the characters and the fans but it honestly feels homophobic towards the actors too. (IF you’re a cockles truther. Otherwise why are you reading this? I told you this post wasn’t for you).

[les-belles-infideles]

What happened with Kora @princesshamlet: A start at contextualizing the events of the past week

While I am writing this because Kora expressed that they would like it if someone would post something contextualizing what happened, I do not speak for them; my opinions and perspective are my own. I think the general response has been wildly disproportionate to their actual words and actions. Let me know if you have questions about anything or if my writing style is hard to read and I’ll do my best to clarify.

Tl;dr: Last fall, Kora, a new Supernatural fan, started rewriting Supernatural to be more racially diverse and to more overtly address social issues such as homophobia and misogyny. They continually asked for feedback, particularly from POC, and received overwhelmingly positive responses.

Earlier this week, Kora posted something that unintentionally played into ideas that harm trans men. They were horrified to have hurt people, immediately apologized and made an effort to learn more about the issues involved.

Yesterday, some of Kora’s friends cut them off, presumably over the abovementioned. Some people read Kora’s Supernatural rewrite and were offended by portrayals of various ethnicities; Kora tried to learn from these criticisms and apologize for them. People organized to spread bad-faith, extremely hostile claims and Kora left Tumblr.

Background:

- last fall, Kora started watching Supernatural, and posting about it, including making some popular reaction videos and an elaborate summary of the events of season 16 as of mid-November. They got really attached to Cas as a character and DeanCas as a ship.

- Kora made a post along the lines of “what if I drew Castiel as Indian?” and got encouraging responses, so they made a drawing. A lot of Desi people left comments saying that they really liked the drawing and that the representation was meaningful to them, so Kora started posting and reblogging a lot more about recasting Supernatural to be racially diverse.

- Kora accumulates a lot of ideas around how they wish Supernatural had been, and starts casually writing it up into a story. It didn’t even have a title for the first few chapters, but it quickly amassed a small, enthusiastic following.

- I started reading it at first mostly as a way of getting to know Kora, who was at the time a new friend irl (they didn’t mean to give me their Tumblr; I had followed them for Hamlet and Star Trek posts and then recognized them when they posted a selfie) but wound up getting pretty invested. I started watching Supernatural despite the fact that I can pretty much never commit to finishing a TV show.

- Kora’s general strategy was to post ideas on Tumblr and get input before including them in the fic, particularly regarding race and ethnicity. Plenty of people gave them feedback -- I remember one really long conversation where people swapped headcanons about what music a Mexican-American Dean Winchester would have liked growing up.

- iirc, they actively collaborated with multiple Latine fans of the fic on one chapter that foregrounded Mexican-American culture. These fans are credited in an author’s note.

- they received substantial encouragement from Supernatural fans of color for how they were writing the fic, and afaik no negative feedback.

- they also used the fic as a way to discuss and joke about their personal experiences with misogyny, repression, and homophobia, including writing Dean Winchester as undergoing a character arc involving working through and overcoming severe homophobia. When we called recently, they described going from homophobic to not homophobic as “the best character arc a man can have.”

- afaik they had beta readers or at least people to run ideas by for most chapters.

First incident:

- earlier this week, Kora posted a somewhat poorly-worded vent post about Dean Winchester’s misogyny in Supernatural canon.

- I think I reblogged it because I don’t have super high standards for my SPN blog and yeah, afaict Dean said some pretty gross things in canon? I’d seen a lot of people talk about it, particularly Asian women, it’s clearly a thing.

- several people expressed hurt at the post’s wording, which could be read as bigoted against trans men.

- Kora immediately apologized and started looking for ways to learn more about trans men’s issues (afaict, mostly asking friends and going through the trans dean tag)

- they messaged me about it (Tuesday 4/13/2021), and I took a closer look at the post and explained how in isolation it looked harmless, but some of the rhetoric fit into wider patterns of transandrophobia, i.e. part of the impetus for this post was Kora being surprised that some of their trans male friends project onto Dean, since he’s a pretty bad role model for gender -- I pointed out that one way trans men are marginalized within queer movements is by people perpetuating the idea that we’re more misogynistic than cis men (which makes no sense), and their post could be read as playing into that trope (that reading had occurred to me when I first saw the post, but I had initially dismissed it because Kora and I had been spending a lot of time talking about gender and I never felt that they distrusted me or saw me as a threat).

- they made another hasty apology post, quoting my message to them.

- I encouraged them not to worry too much about what strangers online thought about them, but they were very insistent that they had hurt people and needed to learn and make amends.

- I think what happened next was that the conversation sparked a larger discussion about transandrophobia in the Supernatural fandom? I’m not sure about this though, I was off Tumblr most of Tuesday and Wednesday. I saw a few well-written posts refuting the idea that it was misogynistic to headcanon Dean as trans. I did not see anyone claim it was misogynistic to headcanon Dean as trans, but again, I wasn’t looking.

The Discourse™:

- yesterday, Kora started getting a lot more and a lot meaner messages.

- a large part of their social circle cut them off all at once, saying they felt unsafe and that Kora was transphobic. Kora did not/was unable to receive further clarification, while actively seeking the chance to learn more and repair harm done.

- someone made a dedicated hate tag for them.

- a new group of people read their Supernatural rewrite, and were offended by their portrayals of race and their writing about homophobia, and additionally mocking their writing style. The tone was often extremely mean-spirited.

- Kora responded to and apologized for some of the concerns around their portrayal of race, and refuted some of the bad-faith readings of their depictions of homophobia.

- Kora made an effort to understand what they had done wrong but a lot of the posts weren’t very specific.

- some of the claims got fucking wild. A lot of them involved taking stuff out of context. I think w*ncest got brought up at one point???

- Kora wrote another apology and took a break from Tumblr, on the advice of another friend.

- I spent like a day gearing up to write this because I vastly underestimated the speed at which Tumblr discourse moves.

[onlyonekenobi]

Hi there 🐝💕 Firstly, thank you so much for your amazing blog.

Secondly, I was a fan of SPN many years ago and fell out of it for a while, only having gotten sucked back in after 15×18 (surprise). Back when I was into it before, there was a lot of discussion about Jensen being potentially homophobic, and now I'm noticing that there's been some..... less than awesome stuff said by Misha, too, in terms of the queerbaiting on the show and having only acted Castiel as in love with Dean this past season.

Obviously the content of the show itself proves this wrong, but it still troubles me, and I couldn't find much about it online other than a few posts by people and one con transcript. Do you have any feedback on this, and would you mind sharing it?

(Thank you so much, and no worries if you don't wanna answer, just keep being awesome!)

Hi!

I’ll do my best here, and I’ll try to track down some sources. also, idk if you sent this question to anyone else as well, but if you did, i’m interested to see what they say. if not, i am flattered to be your Trusted Source.

so, first: jensen re homophobia

I could be wrong, but I don’t remember him ever making any kind of “homophobic” comments OUTSIDE OF things regarding destiel that were construed that way by some fans (if i’m wrong, please let me know). I do remember him shutting down destiel comments, etc, and the infamous “?? no” which has since been debunked by the OP as having been taken out of context. (i can’t find the debunking post on my blog but if anyone has it please link!) with the shutting down destiel comments, he was definitely brash at times! but, I do think it’s also important to note that he and misha were explicitly told not to talk about it. and we know that jensen is (or at least especially used to be) a pretty shy guy, and I think destiel questions/comments being shoved in his face in a public setting- when addressing it could get him in trouble with his job- made him nervous and upset.

however, he took a noticeable shift re: destiel in recent years. for one, we know that he gave his blessing for the canon textual confession (again, I can’t find an og post in my absolute mess of late stage supernatural tags, but if anyone has the receipts, please drop them). I could add more of my own personal spec about how jensen shifted his acting choices in light of this information, but I’ll just move on. we know that he was excited about the confession scene. here’s a second post about that.

and re: general homophobia, here’s a post of jackles with pride flags, as well as a 2019 post from his aunt, who is gay. also, this is largely a shitpost, but I saw it in my jackles tag while looking for the above, and it feels relevant, so i’m including it. a little levity before we move on.

now, misha.

I am aware of misha saying two upsetting things in regards to “the confession wasn’t bury your gays, why are you so angry” Again, if there’s more that i’m forgetting, please let me know. The first was in this panel talk (start at 35:50) from November 22. Here is a relevant post about that moment (I also watched the whole panel live and agree with this post.) The second is this video on twitter, and the following thread, from Nov. 25. However, after several fans replied to him explaining why we were so upset, he issued this apology on Nov. 26. I wanted to give you the original link there, but I’m also including a screenshot with a thoughtful and important addition here. And here is a tweet about Misha finding out about The Castiel Project.

i’ve never heard anything about misha only acting cas as in love for the last season exclusively, so I don’t have any posts to expressly debunk it, but I do firmly believe that to be untrue, just based on things misha has let slip over the years

and for both of them, it’s worth noting that whenever they were asked direct questions about the show, they could only do their best to talk around things like queerbaiting, etc, because they obviously couldn’t actively speak out against the show or the network (like this). for example, we know that misha got a couple phone calls from producers on occasions where he toed the line a little too closely, and he commented how you unfortunately have to listen to the people who have the power to kill off your character (immediately following previous clip)

in conclusion

neither of them are homophobic. to the best of my knowledge, neither of them have ever made an outright homophobic comment. and in cases regarding destiel (again, to the best of my knowledge) they have both either changed course or apologized since making any unsavory comments.

there are also WAY more posts on all this that I didn’t include here. if you search the jensen or misha tags on my blog, or probably the blog of just about anyone i follow, you could look into it more

all that said, it’s also important to note that i am Just Some Guy. i did my best to compile this information in a relevant and meaningful way, but i have oversaturated-sponge-adhd-brain that has been actively following this fandom for a decade, and i’m sure some things got lost in there. so to anyone reading this, if i forgot anything critical, please don’t yell at me, i am but a simple internet jester, just like you.

and while we’re here, I’ll say that- while I do think it’s important to keep a critical eye trained everywhere- if we were going to criticize any spn cast members for unsavory comments, these two are certainly not where i would start

tl;dr, ultimately myself and jensen and misha are all Just Some Guy, and none of us know them, but as far as I can figure, they are both genuinely kind and thoughtful people who care about and respect the lgbt community, including their respective characters’ involvement in it and the real world consequences that has

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

anyone wanna hear the story of how i found out supernatural was ending and proceeded to have the worst morning of my life?

(super-excessive rambling ahead. do not read the whole of it.)

so i don't remember the date but it was the day of my english 10th board exam. boards are like a series of subject finals, kinda the biggest exams conducted in a student's education in india, plus they're nationalized. so yeah, a massively big deal, and obviously the first thing i do waking up on this massively important day is open tumblr. there are about seventy messages and i'm confused cause i think i barely "talked" to ten people back then, but before i've even checked them out, the first post i see is a textpost about how the longest running joke universally across fandoms is that 'spn has been going on way too long and needs to end' but now that it is ending, all people can do is cry about it. for some reason, i don't process that post as fact™, assuming they mean a general "ending" instead of a "j2m announced last season" ending. anyways i move on to my messages, and all of them are people who've freaking the fuck out for at least a few hours (the advantages of being in a timezone different from of most people) and i go to my activity, still stunned, and someone's tagged me in a meta of some kind, and i check it out completely dazed and it's got gifs (already!) of the three of them standing there with teary eyes and jensen actually saying the words everyone had been screaming about in the chats, and it finally hits me that it's ending, supernatural is ending, it's going to be OVER, and it's already been decided when. obviously, the tears start, and literally crying in my bed, still under the comforter, i think i watched the video twice, without headphones in fact, which is extremely weird because i virtually NEVER do that, but as if anything else mattered at the moment!

i don't remember what all i felt in those moments but one of the thoughts that REALLY stood out was that i wish, wish, wish it lasted just one more year — so maybe supernatural could end at the same time as highschool ended for me, and it'd feel like the end of a phase of my life, but no, according to what they predicted (and not even kidding, now it's even worse) supernatural was going to end smack in the middle of senior year for me, obviously a super important, super stressful year, and god, i wished so hard it'd just go on ONE MORE YEAR somehow but look what happened now it's ending like three months before my college entrance exams and the competitive engineering exams and shit which is just absolutely perfect because it's doing wonders to my attention span and mental health and yeah i'm getting off topic i'm gonna come back to the topic now

it's two am rn and i'm weirdly tired of typing so what happens next is fucking wild, but i'm gonna hurry because i need to go cry some more into a pillow or a ao3 tab or something. so like a whole HOUR later i get up from bed. i've got to get dressed and shit, most important exam of my life YET and everything. so i start brushing, obviously scrolling through tumblr, obviously failing to not cry, and my mum walks in, and she doesn't know a thing about supernatural (even if she did, she would consider the idea of me crying over them announcing an ending RIDICULOUS) so she just assumes i'm sniffling and tensed up because i'm STRESSED and she tries reassuring me like i need fucking reassurance for ENGLISH of all things. anyway anyway anyway i have maggi for breakfast i think and i'm still pretty out of it and stuff but i get dressed in my uniform and put on the fucking blazer though its HOT outside but i like wearing the school blazer for exams but i underestimated how much of a physically draining effect the news and reacting to it would have on me, so then there's me sweating literal buckets and then we set off.

we're already late in leaving the house (why, i don't remember) and once we're at the centre, and my parents have dropped me off and wished me luck, i go to the gate, right. and THEN the guard gestures to my uniform and tells me i'm missing my fucking class ID. now i know i'm late so i panic on cue because shit shit shit i'm gonna be even more late, and i legit turn and look for mum and dad (we weren't allowed to carry our mobiles for the test) and what i see is that they've reversed the car and are about to drive out the gate and obviously my brain isn't really working so i fucking RUN AFTER THE CAR, like, i'm really not an athletic person, i avoid running as much as i possibly can, and i fucking lose my shit and chase the car down in like ten seconds of running cause it's only like ten metres away actually but the highlight of it all is that i run. in a public space. unprompted. with a shitload of emotions and anxiety and panic, and i basically almost sob in relief when dad immediately stops the car and pretty much pulls me in and tells me to stop worrying cause the house is like ten minutes away and i might miss the general waiting part and stuff but i wasn't gonna miss the exam. so THEN we start driving back and obviously because they are who they fucking are, they start arguing about which of them is at fault for this and who was supposed to check in on me carrying my seriously important ID and other crap, and then obviously they're yelling and that does even more wonders for my state of practically hysteria, but i hold it together until we get home and i get the ID (which is on the bed, probably was under my blazer or something) and we set back off, and i know we're late, and i know supernatural is ending, and i know it's going to take a part of me really, and mum and dad just won't stop yelling at each other about god knows what, and i manage to squeeze in the first time in SO many years that i cry in front of my parents right there in the backseat, and they're sort of stunned because i really don't cry (in front of people) and then there's just me losing it in a mixture of helplessness and nerves and anger for some reason and just. whoa.

ANYWAYS we get to the centre (in time for the exam, but like fifteen minutes later than i SHOULD have gotten there) and dad talks to the teacher and stuff and it works out because obviously it's a really important exam they're not going to make me skip it, and i go straight to my classroom — also did i mention these exams aren't held in our own schools but like, different test centres, so basically a different room and desk each day in a different school from mine, ugh, i hate new places — and i find out i have the FIRST bench of the second column which lowkey sucks because it's too public really, but at least my best friend's sitting like diagonally from me on the left, and my friends are basically sprinkled around the classroom as well and i see them eyeing me worriedly cause they were scared i might miss the exam but also because i was a MESS with bloodshot eyes and an outofit look in them and did i mention i was sweating like a dog all this time wearing a blazer because i'm just that idiot because yeah.

so then i calm myself down the best i can. sitting under a fan helps, taking off my stupid blazer helps, and seeing dish (beforementioned best friend) helps — because apparently she heard about the ending too (she's not in the fandom she just keeps up with news for my sake, yes, im very lucky to have her) and tries to cheer me up about it, but then it's time for the paper, and they give them out and...yeah.

three hours later, the exam ends, and i step out of that hall the most mentally exhausted i've been in YEARS. also i swear off tumblr until i've had lunch and napped and stuff because i was also functioning on extremely little sleep but i really think that part was obvious.

as it goes, i ended up getting a 95% in that paper :)

but to this date, my sister jokes about how i ended up getting my personal least marks of that year in english of all subjects which was supposed to be of my strongest suit heh all because of a six-ish minute video released in a different part of the world about something that wasn't even going to happen that year...and like. yeah.

that's it.

that's the story.

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

Sam Girl- Sam Winchester x Reader

Pairings: Sam x Reader, Dean, Castiel

Warnings: FLUFFY FLUFF, mentions of the last half of the final season of SPN and the emotional rollercoaster we’re all currently on (I know, I’m sorry!) lying, secrets, insecurities.

Word Count: 2,407

A/N: This imagine kind of plays off my series Crossing Parallel Lines but it’s totally separate! I came up with this imagine from this locket that I bought from Hot Topic. The Winchesters are always so uncomfortable with the idea of “the other world with the actors who play them on TV” and I love Changing Channels; one of my top favorite Supernatural episodes!

*Italics are flashbacks*

 “What?! No! What?! Oh, my Chuck, what the actual hell!” You yell at your phone and throw it across the room.

You huff in annoyance but you feel your heartbreak; you just watched the trailer for the last half of the final season of Supernatural.

“Y/N? Are you okay, I heard you yelling? What happened?” Sam asks, slowly stalking into your slightly ajar door. He knew you could get pretty expressive about your interests and sometimes, the best thing to do is to give you space.

You had been living at the Bunker for a few years since you had connections to the Winchester family. Not that you ever asked for it, but you grew up in the life as well, thanks to your Dad, who ended up getting killed during a hunt when you were sixteen. You had run on your own, doing your hunts, until you got in over your head, and ended up in front of the Bunker, needing the help of the Winchesters to defeat God. Yeah, he was after you too. Your family had more to do with him and had pissed him off, more times than not. It was your Dad who had discovered the lies Chuck had instilled into almost every hunter since the dawn of time, and that wasn’t okay. So, you had to pick up essentially where he left off.

You let out a heavy sigh, running your hands over your face. “Yeah, Sam, I’m okay. I just uh, watched something pretty, well I don’t know how I feel,” you look to him.

“What did you see?” He asks, coming to sit next to you on your bed, after getting the okay from you.

“Um, some animal got hurt and no one could save it,” you say as nonchalantly as possible, hoping Sam would still buy it.

“Oh no, yeah that would upset me too. I’m sorry you saw that baby; are you good now?” He asks as he wraps you up in his arm, pulling you into his side, and kissing your head. You hold onto the opposite side of him, nuzzling your head into his side and showing him the same affection as he was showing you, but also feeling guilty about your lie.

“Yeah, I am. I’m good now, thanks,” you kiss him quickly before you left the room. You hated lying to him but he could never know that side of you. He would dismiss you for sure.

Sam and you had been dating for roughly six months after he heard your discussion with Dean about a current crush you had. Names were never given but it wasn’t hard to figure out who you were referring to. The idea of being close to someone on that level of intimacy again scared him. He knew what the inevitable was for someone like him and it was unfair to the other and it hurt him with a pain he never felt with anything else. When he took interest in a woman, she becomes the center of his world the longer he is with her. Most of the time, however, they never stay too long. It could be a day or a night, or a few days if he was lucky, but the last long-term relationship he had, crushed his soul. Time went by and healed those wounds, but he couldn’t let anyone get too close, no matter how much he wanted to be invested. But when you came into his life, something shifted. He immediately took a liking to you but he wasn’t sure how far he could go. As time went on, and he knew you were sticking around, he allowed himself to go there. He allowed those feelings he knew too well, to flourish within his heart, and it was strange to him, but he liked it. When he found out the feelings were mutual, it did something in him he wasn’t used to; it made him happy. Sure, he’s been happy before, but he had a lot riding on a possibility and if he played his cards right, it could be extraordinary. And it has been. It all started slow, a snail’s pace really, but you couldn’t blame him. If you had been hurt and uncertain as often as he was, you would take everything slow too. That’s why lying to him now, was killing you on the inside. He didn’t deserve it but you knew what kind of man he was and you knew how he felt about certain things.

The library was quiet, so you could be alone with the screaming in your head. You fought with yourself constantly whether, to be honest, or not. Your biggest secret was a huge part of who you were. Adoration for the TV show, Supernatural, was an understatement; you LOVED it! But, hearing the stories from Sam and Dean about when they were stuck in another universe where there were people who act like them, you knew it was unmentionable. Social media was your avenue to let out all your thoughts and ideas with people who shared the same love. No one knew that you lived with the Winchesters, or that they were even real, but that made it more alluring to you. Sitting at the table with your laptop open, you scroll through different comments left by other fans of the show. They were seeing what you were living and that was the most rewarding secret you kept. Pulling the new locket out of your shirt, the words Sam Girl, engraved on the top. Opening it, the anti-possession symbol sat on one side, and a picture of Sam on the other. You run your thumb over the picture, knowing that he was yours, but kept it hidden from him. You owned a plethora of shirts, hats, jewelry, notebooks, and so many other merchandises, that you were quite proud of. You even had a successful blog that was dedicated to the show and the characters, and your imagination with fanfiction. All things you knew Sam would disapprove of. You began writing out your reactions to different videos or events that happened in, not just the Supernatural world, but other fandoms as well.

“Hey, there’s my girl. I was wondering what happened to you,” says Sam. He smiles his small, one-sided grin at you, and sits in a chair to your left.

“Hi, sorry, I got busy writing and I guess I lost track of time,” you admit, closing out your Internet tab and leaving your screen on the cute photo of you and him on your wallpaper.

“You always do,” he chuckles and takes one of your hands. Sam knew about your love of writing and only a few of the topics you wrote about. You laugh along with him, blushing at the fact he knew you so well.

“The life of a writer, baby!” You say, confident in your work, but seeing the look on Sam’s face, quickly changed the mood.

“Where did that come from?” He asks, looking at the chain that hung from your neck. Looking down, you noticed the locket had made its way out of your shirt.

“Oh, that’s nothing!” Grabbing at it and tucking it back in your shirt, you try to advert Sam’s curiosity but that fails.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, let me see it. It looked beautiful.” He comments but you deny him.

“Sorry, but it’s fallen into my bra now,” you say, hoping that would end the conversation but the Winchester Brothers were both very stubborn.

“Don’t think I’m afraid to go in there.” Slight darkness fogged over the normal brightness of his eyes, but it left just as fast as it showed.

“Honestly Sam, it’s nothing. Trust me, you don’t want to know what it is.”

“Trust me y/n, I do want to know. My girlfriend suddenly has a locket I’ve never seen before and won’t show me? I have to wonder if her other boyfriend gave it to her.

You deadpan to him, giving your best bitch face, and he just laughs.

“I’m kidding, but seriously, I want to see it.”

“You didn’t move at first, so he stood up and leaned over to reach in your shirt, but you backed away before he could get there.

“Fine,” you grumble, unclasping the necklace from the back and hand it over.

He seems satisfied that he won this battle, flipping the locket around in his larger than average hands. His eyebrows knitted together, in the cutest look of wonder, like he was a child with a new toy. He opened it, stared down at it for a minute, then handed it back to you.

“You have a locket with a picture of me, which I guess is normal in relationships, but why does it say Sam Girl on the top?” He looked at you quizzically, wanting to know more.

This was it, the time you were dreading the most, but you couldn’t do it anymore; you couldn’t keep lying to him. You prepared yourself for a long discussion and a lot of disgust from him, so you sat back in your chair.

“Sam, I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

“Oh, okay,” he sits back in his seat, eyes glossed with worry and locked on you.

“I’m a Sam girl. I watch that TV show about you and Dean and your lives; I’m a big fan of it. We have, the fans, what are called someone’s girl. Like me, I’m a Sam girl, so I tell other people how I feel about you , what you say and do, and I talk about my romantic feelings towards you. Well, you on this show; it’s a little different.”

Sam had kept quiet the whole time you explained your secret and he held no emotions. You didn’t know what was going through his head, but it couldn’t be good.

“You like that show about our lives from that other universe?” He asks, suddenly breaking the silence.

“Yes,” you answer, hoping he wouldn’t explode at any given point.

“And you didn’t want to tell me about it?” He then looks to you with his infamous puppy dog eyes, wondering why you kept something like this from him.

Taken aback by his calmness, you continue to explain. “Well, I heard the stories of when you went to that other world and how much it freaked you and Dean out, so I thought you would disown me or something if I was into it.”

“Why would I do that?” Sam asks, sadness now forming across his features.

“Because I like something you make fun of! I thought you would make fun of me for what I do. I’m in the whole fandom, Sam! The show, the merchandise, the fanfiction, the blogs; everything!”

That sparked his interest again. “You write fanfiction?” His tone got more questioningly, but you took it as he was going to lay on the mockery.

“Yes, but I swear it’s nothing like some of the stories people write about! It’s actually all clean and sweet. I write about our dates and my feelings, but play it off as fiction.”

Then, his face melted into a smile (GIF), that childlike wonder again. “You write about us?”

“Yeah, I do. And people like it.”

“They do?” He’s surprised now, telling by how high his eyebrows are raised on his face.

“Everyone thinks you’re romantic and that you’re the best boyfriend, but the best part about it, it’s all true,” you smile, but hide it from wandering eyes.

“That’s… sweet,” he comments, stunning you.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I love that you write about us. I think it’s great that you are proud of our relationship and it makes me proud of it too, especially considering other people think I’m pretty great.” He has a little smirk playing on his lips; he’s going to brag about this to Dean later.

“So, you’re okay with all this?” You start to creep a little further into his level of positivity from this topic.

“Surprisingly I am, and I love that you’re showing off that you’re mine,” he pecks your lips before asking another question.

“Wait, are there more of these lockets?”

“Yes, and there’s some that say Dean girl. The same concept,” you comment like it’s nothing but it’s a big deal to Sam.

“There are Dean girls, too?!”

“And there are Castiel girls too, and even some of the other people you guys have met in life, but mainly you three.”

“Oh my God, wait until Dean and Cas hear about this!” Sam was set on telling his brother and his friend; the worst thing you could think of.

“No, please don’t!” Panic set inside you. Telling Sam was one thing but Dean was another.

“Why not?”

“Because Dean won’t be so nice about this. He will mock and ridicule me so much for this. He’s way more opinionated and harsher than you are.”

He thought about it for a minute but knew you were right. Sometimes, his older brother would take things too far, to the point of hurting those he cared about, and Sam couldn’t let that happen to you.

“You’re right, he definitely will freak out over this. He’s way more headstrong about what he doesn’t like. Alright, I won’t tell him and Cas? Well, he’s gotten a lot better with human interactions but, we wouldn’t want to throw him for a loop again,” Sam laughed at confusing the angel with more human things, like when he first came to earth.

“Thank you, Sam,” You say, going to hug him.

“Of course, no one is going to hurt my girl, not even me. But uh, y/n, we need to get you another locket,” he says taking the locket in his fingers again.

“Why? I like it and I paid good money for it,” you take it back and drop it in your shirt.

“Well, there are more of these lockets out there so that means other girls are walking around with a picture of me around their necks. It’s not okay that yours is like everyone else’s, so I’m going to make a special one that I will have engraved with a message from me that’s just to you; my girl,” he whispers the last part right in your ear, electrifying chills through you.

“O-okay.” You stutter out as Sam goes fishing for your locket from the bottom up.

Second A/N: When I was looking for that GIF of Sam, ‘Sexy Back’ started playing; it was perfect!

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Jensen Ackles |  DCCon 2019, Gold Panel

Jensen says there is not necessarily a specific Dean storyline. Will be episodes when Dean is doing his thing and Sam is doing his. #spndc #dccon [x]

Jensen says just finished episode 9 and 10 is shaping up to be one of this favorite episodes. It's a one-off and a funny one. #spndc #dccon [x]

.@RuthieConnell comes to answer what episode they're on. @JensenAckles : we can't function without amazing women on set #SPNDC  [x]

Jensen said had a fight scene Friday night that had the crew doubled over laughing. Premise is Sam and Dean have lost their ability to do things Winchesters do. They can't fight cool anymore; Dean has cavities, Sam's got a cold. #spndc #dccon [x]

“you’re perfect day, with wife/kids?....or a sequel to 10 inch hero” “there was pretty perfect day yesterday, that i was not a part of at the brewery. i was a little sad i wasn’t there. i don’t care, the perfect day is just being with them.” #spndc [x]

He said arts and crafts and vendors and kids running everywhere. "I was a little sad I wasn't there but I'll get my chance next weekend." He says perfect day is just being with Danneel and the kids - no matter what they are doing. #spndc #dccon  [x]

Anything on the horizon after SPN in terms of acting? Someone yells batman and he says "that ship has sailed." #spndc #dccon  [x]

Jensen says nothing set in stone yet. He says he has been dragging his feet a little bit to focus on this season and not get distracted. He is going to LA in the next few weeks and will be having meetings he has been putting off... Networks/studio wanting to ask about his future. #spndc #dccon   [x] [x]

As far as acting is concerned, anything placed after #spn? @JensenAckles says there's nothing at on stone. He's been dragging his feet on that to focus on this season but he's heading to LA soon to have meetings he's been putting off about his future. Studio is invested. #SPNDC [x]

.@JensenAckles : I've held off on what I'm doing next to concentrate on this show but I have meetings in the next few weeks in LA. And I'm like people care about my future! #SPNDC [x]

Fan saw him as Bacchus last year - what was it like being king? "It was about the best experience you could possibly have." His first Mardi Gras - will be back. Already has time off. #spndc #dccon  [x]

He says the Bacchus Krewe allowed him to bring friends and everyone had so much fun. #spndc #dccon [x]

What was it like being King of Mardi Gras? It was @JensenAckles' first Mardi Gras. He says he already asked time off for next year to go again. It was amazing &he got to bring friends & they still won't stop talking about it being the funnest weekend of their lives. #SPNDC #DCCon [x]

"I didn't understand how big the King of Bacchus was until I arrived at the airport. Was going to go to the bathroom to freshen up but there was a brass band! #spndc #dccon  [x]

“i walked off the jetway and there was a brass band. i didn’t realize how big of a deal bacchus was. someone leaned over and told him that the president doesn’t get this many people. ‘oh i better turn it up’” #spndc11240 [x]

He says he hopes he didn't peg the fan in the face with beads. #spndc #dccon  [x]

Mardi Gras was great. Pretty special. He did not understand how big this was until he arrived a the airport and saw a brass band, the chief of police, his wife and JJ. See all those people je was like what is happening ?!  « even the President does not get many people » #SPNDC [x]

He didn’t think beads were a big deal but he walked out to the Muses Parade Thursday night and was immediately all GIMME SOME BEADSSSS #spndc [x]

"They're plastic beads. I don't get it. As soon as I walked out I was like GIVE ME THE BEADS!!!!!! I fell for it." Apparently something primal happens when you're on the thick of it that makes you REALLY NEED TO CATCH SOME BEADS. #SPNDC #DCCon [x]

Jensen says his father-in-law took a high heel to the head and split him open. "It's like full contact sport - wear a helmet." #spndc #dccon [x]

"if you go to mardi gras, wear a helmet" - @JensenAckles, gold panel #spndc [x]

His father in law got hit right on face with a high heel bread and it cut his face right open. "IT'S A FULL CONTACT SPORT." Throwing coins he realized they started to turn red because he was bleeding from digging his hands into the dubloon bucket with so much enthusiasm. #SPNDC [x]

So then Jensen focused on throwing the beads. Said it was satisfying to make eye contact with someone and throw them to him. Felt like getting points when he did it successfully. #spndc #dccon  [x]

“my hands got cut up from the plastic coins. i started throwing just the beads. and it became a video game. when they’d catch them it’s like i got more points” #spndc  [x]

Question about his episode next week that he directed - what has he learned from directing. [x] Jensen said it was his sixth episode and he has learned a lot. To my detriment - feels like first episode was easy because he knew so little. Ignorance is bliss.  [x]  He has accumulated more knowledge and tools. Directing is not easy task. As actor responsible for one link in the chain. AS a director he is responsible for every link. #spndc #dccon [x]

.@JensenAckles feels like he's learned a world since his first direction episode and that's too his depriment because the job gets so much harder as you know more how to go into it. As an actor, he's only one link but as director you have to go in and make every part work. #SPNDC  [x]

He says the worst is getting a director who looks like deer in headlights. Quickest way to lose a crew. #spndc #dccon  [x]

Directing isn't just knowing what you're doing from a technical standpoint but also knowing how to command a set, which is something he learned from watching the legendary directors he's worked with deal with mishaps. "have an answer" is the best advice he's gotten. #SPNDC #DCCon [x]

Directors have to have answers when things happen. Have an answer - you can always change your mind. But if you say I don't care or it doesn't matter you just diminished that person's job. #spndc #dccon [x]

Bob Singer says if you are going to steal, steal from the best so that's what Jensen does.  #spndc #dccon [x]

.@JensenAckles : I learned from Phil and Kim when you're the director have an answer. Otherwise you're diminishing someone else's job. #SPNDC [x]

Fan tells Jensen he is beautiful. #spndc #dccon She is all of us. [x]

If Jensen had to face some of the monsters what would he do? Run. #spndc #dccon [x]

He says part of him would react with Dean Winchester but also there is a screaming child in him too. #spndc #dccon [x]

“when the show is over, dean is not gone. he’s right here in me” #spndc [x]

"If you had to face monsters Dean has had to face, what would you do?" @JensenAckles: RUN. Call Dean Winchester? I've been able to succeed at playing Dean because he is a part of me. He is an exaggerated part of me. Sometimes people say "your Dean is showing--well YEAH." #SPNDC [x]

Jensen says he wasn't trained as an actor - didn't go to school. The way he tells the story through a character is he uses himself. How would he react to a situation? #spndc #dccon [x]

jensen: sometimes i hear people say "hey, your dean is showing" - yeah, because he's here, he's a part of me. #SPNDC [x]

Jensen says he has done haunted houses for a lot of his adult life and he is rarely scared. So he thinks he might face danger head on and channel as much Dean Winchester as he can. #spndc #dccon [x]

Is Jensen pleased with the way it is going to end? Jensen talks about going to the writing room and getting the pitch of the end.  He said at first it didn't sit well with him; slept on it; thought about it for a few days. Talked to Dee about it, who suggested calling @therealKripke . Called Kripke and asked about the ending. He thought about it and got an email the next day - said Jensen is too close to it and you have to step back and think about it from an audience/fan perspective. So now Jensen is really excited about the end. He says if you are first like "what?" he encourages to step back and think from a bigger perspective. #spndc #dccon   [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

.@JensenAckles : yes I'm double denim today. Deal with it! #SPNDC [x]

[purgatorys-fallen-angel]

Cookies and Cream

Written for: @notfunnydean ‘s SPN Adventcalender 2019

Prompt: Day 15: Cookies

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Notes: This is the last one I can do for now because I won’t have my laptop for the next seven days (I have to send it in because it’s broken). So I wish you all happy holidays and thank you so much for hosting this @notfunnydean It was so much fun <3

Summary: Cas spends too much time watching cooking videos.

Word count: 553

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Dean had just finished a very satisfying breakfast and was on his way back to his room when he saw Cas and had to do a double take. The angel was sitting in the library, his back turned towards Dean, but the hunter was sure he had long noticed him – or at least heard him walk by. All in all, it wasn’t unusual to find the angel in the library. What had caught Dean’s eye, though, was that Cas wasn’t reading in some of the old books. No, he was holding his phone and watching a video on it. The first thing Dean immediately had to think of was one of Cas’ first encounters with videos on earth, the Pizzaman video. But when he took a closer look it was obvious that Cas was watching something way more harmless. A cooking tutorial? Baking maybe?

He stepped closer until he was standing right behind Cas and could see the little screen. It wasn’t YouTube, it looked like an app and somehow the name seemed familiar. Maybe one of those big franchises or something.

“What are you watching?” The better question would actually be why he was watching what he was watching. Dean had never seen Cas show any interest in cooking, baking let alone the kitchen in its entirety.

“I want to understand, Dean.” Cas answered without looking up from his phone.

“You want to understand what? You gotta be a bit more clear, man.”

“Isn’t this what humans do today? Watch videos on the internet to understand?”

“Uhm…. Nooope, not necessarily. Why? Anything got you confused about cooking?”

“Yes.”

Caught off-guard, Dean blinked slowly and then sat down next to Cas. He hadn’t exactly expected an answer, but fine, he had to roll with it now.

“So, what is it that you’re trying to understand?”

“Cookies and cream.”

“Cookies. And cream.” Dean wasn’t sure if Cas was just messing around. His tone and glare suggested that he wasn’t. Why would someone be confused by cookies and cream though?

“Yes, Dean. Cookies and cream.” Cas seemed to be a bit annoyed by the fact that Dean didn’t understand the problem. “I understand the concept. But I don’t understand why people argue about what of the two things is supposedly better. Why don’t people just simply eat only the cream or the cookie?” He looked back at the screen. “And why put a cookie in a cookie?”

What followed was a long silence in which neither of them said a word. Cas was still watching the video and Dean thought about what the angel had just said. He had to admit that Cas had a point but on the other hand….why would he bother?

“You know what, Cas?” Dean smiled and got up. “Let’s go shopping.”

“What? Why?” Cas confused blue eyes squinted at him and Dean couldn’t help the way his smile probably turned into a goofy grin.

“Well, because for one; you spend way too much time on your phone lately. And secondly, I’m gonna buy you some oreos and you’ll understand.”

Cas got up and followed Dean out of the bunker to the impala, surprisingly quiet until he was sitting on the passenger seat. “Dean?”

“Yes?” Dean started the motor and gave the steering wheel a gentle caress.

“What are oreos?”

[waywardnerd67]

Red Truck of Sex

Title: Red Truck of Sex Square Filled: Public Sex Pairing: Jensen x Reader Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut Summary: (Y/N)’s best friend surprises her by taking her on a little road trip. Word Count: 4978 Created for: @spnkinkbingo Special Note: This is a work of FICTION and should be enjoyed as such. I mean absolutely no disrespect to the Ackles family as I truly adore and admire them. 

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(Y/N) could not wait to leave work Friday. Her students had gone into Spring Break mode by the time lunch came around and her sanity was on the brink of breaking. When the bell rang releasing her last class it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. One full week without any alarms, grading or lame excuses as to why their homework was not finished.

She quickly gathered her things and started making her way towards the parking lot. When she walked out the back entrance she spotted a bright cherry red pick-up truck parked by the curb. The driver was getting out and she immediately recognized who it was. She dropped her bags to the ground and ran up to her childhood best friend jumping into his arms.

“Jensen! What the hell are you doing here?” she asked as he swung her around in a circle hugging her tightly.

She felt his chest vibrate as he let out a deep chuckle, “Hello to you too. I have a rare week off since we are done shooting and I knew you also have a week off. I thought we could take a road trip like we did when we were in high school for Spring Break.”

She looked up at him completely stunned, “You’re serious?” she asked.

“Yes, I am. Come on, lets go to your place and pack up a bag. We’ll pick a direction and just drive.” He said walking up towards her bags on the ground.

“Jensen, I would love to take a trip with you, but I don’t have the extra cash for that.” She said as he turned towards her narrowing his piercing olive eyes at her.

Jensen placed all her bags in the bed of the truck before turning to speak, “You know damn well that you never need money when you’re with me. Never. Come on, (Y/N/N) for me? I could really use some time away from everybody and everything.”

Sadness. That is what he heard in his voice as he pleaded with her to run away for a week. She grabbed a hold of his hand nodding, “Come on I feel like we should head east this time.” The smile that spread across his face was breathtaking.

Within the hour, Jensen and (Y/N) were on the road heading east in his pick-up truck. She knew something was up with him as he was playing all country music on the radio. The only time Jensen listened to country was when he was upset and usually about a girl. (Y/N) turned in her seat to face him lowering the volume of the radio.

“So, what’s up?” she asked as he glanced over to her.

He scoffed, “Nothing. Why?”

She sighed, “Jensen I’m probably the only person on the planet, other than Jared, who can read through your defensive walls. I know something is wrong spurring this little road trip. No matter what, you’re stuck with me for a week, so you might as well tell me now what is wrong.”

“You know sometimes I hate it that you know me so well.” He chuckled before speaking again, “We broke up.”

There it was. Jensen had been dating a really nice woman for the last couple of years. The last thing she knew was Jared was helping him pick out an engagement ring. “Jay, I’m so sorry. What happened?”

“I asked her, and she said no.” His olive eyes were focus on the road ahead of him as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

(Y/N)’s mouth dropped open slightly. She could not imagine anyone saying no to a proposal from Jensen Ackles. Anger and jealousy coursed through her body thinking of the pain she put him through. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jensen shook his head and she dropped the subject turning the radio back up. A few minutes later, he turned the radio off and began ranting about what had happened. (Y/N) listened completed as he told her about how his girlfriend felt he was in love with someone else and how she could not live with the fact that he really wanted to be with the other person.

“Did she mention someone particular?” she asked.

“You. She said I was in denial of my feelings for you and she would never be able to compare to you.” He scoffed as (Y/N)’s heartbeat sped up. “I mean we’ve been best friends since we were in diapers. Of course, I love you, but I mean if we wanted to date then we would have a long time ago. It’s just not like that with us.”

(Y/N) nodded chewing on the inside of her cheek nervously. Ignoring the fact that her heart ached painfully hearing the just friends speech. Of course, she had feelings for Jensen and everyone around them knew it except him. That was why lately she had kept her distance from him because the older she was getting the more her feelings for him were showing through.

“Exactly.” She said letting Jensen continue his rant about how she moved all her things from his place in Austin and now he could not stand to be there.

“I know I sprung this on you and I’m sorry for that. I just needed to get away and clear my head. There is no one else who I can do that with other than you. Everyone else is married, with families and I need someone who isn’t. You know what I mean?” he asked as he pulled off at the next rest stop.

She nodded glad he was stopping so she could go collect her thoughts alone for a few minutes. When he parked the truck, (Y/N) got out trying to make her way to the restroom before tears slipped down her cheeks.

“(Y/N)?” Jensen called out as she took a deep breath before turning around, “Thank you for coming with me. You’ve always been the only one I can count on.”

She put on the smile she could, “No worries. I’ll always be here for you Jay.”

The moment she reached the restroom stall tears flowed freely down her face. Her heart was thumbing painfully in her chest and her hands were trembling. (Y/N) knew what she needed to do, and this trip gave her the perfect opportunity to finally come clean with him. She was terrified to lose his friendship, but it was better than constant heartache she had been feeling.

(Y/N) splashed water over her face looking into the mirror hardly recognizing the woman staring back at her. When had she let life sneak by her? She was always career focused and hardly ever dated. She always figured there would be time for that. Deep down, she knew she was just waiting for Jensen to see her like that. Now, she was ready to move on no matter what the outcome may be.

Jensen was leaning against his truck looking down at his phone smiling. Part of her was hoping it would his girlfriend coming to her senses. As she approached him, his olive eyes peered up at her and he pulled her into his side. “Watch this video Jared sent me.”

His arm slipping around her shoulders as he hit play on his phone. “Tom, what do you want to say.” Jared’s voice could be heard but the camera was on his oldest son.

“Hi Uncle Jensen! Miss you!” Tom said smiling up at the camera.

“Awe that’s so sweet.” (Y/N) said as she looked up to see Jensen’s eyes shining.

He nodded slipping his phone back into his pocket, “Yeah I love that kid. Anyway, let’s get back on the road.”

(Y/N) did not remember when she fell asleep, but her eyes slowly opened as she felt the truck coming to a stop. It was now dark out and the moon was shining brightly up in the sky. Jensen had pulled off into a wooded clearing. When she looked over he had the first genuine smile on his face as he got out of the truck.

“Come on (Y/N/N)!” She chuckled at his kid like excitement.

Jensen went in the back of the truck pulling out a ton of blankets and pillows laying them out in the bed of the truck. Climbing up into it, so laid down looking up at the clear night sky. The stars were too numerous to count shining brightly down on them. It was mesmerizing to watch as the flickered and moved.

(Y/N) glanced over to see Jensen looking up as well his head resting on one of his arms. She could not help herself but admire his stretched out body. He had always had a lean body, but it was firm and strong. She wanted nothing more than to rest her head on his chest and wrap her arm around his waist. Instead she made sure there was plenty of space between the two of them.

“Do you ever think about how life could have been different?” Jensen asked out of the blue.

“What do you mean?” she questioned as she turned onto her side propping her head up on her hand.

He mirrored her position picking at the blanket nervously. “I don’t know. Sometimes when I can’t sleep after a night of shooting I will start to think about all the things that could have put me on a different path.”

(Y/N) let the silence settle between them biting her lip nervously. This was her chance to come clean to him. Put everything out there she had ever felt for him. The night breeze made her shiver and Jensen sat up climbing through the center window of the truck cab. She held in the giggle in her chest as he wiggled his butt then sat back down placing his jacket over her. She took in a deep breath a mixture of Jensen’s cologne and new truck smell filling her nose.

“Yes, I think about that a lot especially lately.” She answered sitting up and slipping her arms in the sleeves of his jacket.

“Like how we aren’t getting any younger and life seemingly is never going to settle down?” She nodded as he chuckled, “Yeah, me too.”

“Jensen, can I tell you something?” she asked taking a deep breath threading her shaking fingers together.

He nodded turning to face her, “Of course you can.”

(Y/N) took another deep breath letting is out slowly before speaking. “I love you.” Saying the words out loud finally lifted an unknown weight from her shoulders.

“I know, I love you too.” He said smiling but she shook her head.

“No Jensen, I mean it. I love you. I’m in love with you and I think I have been for a long time.” (Y/N) took a chance looking up at him seeing his eyes wide.

He looked away from her and she could feel her heart beginning to break. “Oh. I… I…” he stammered but she quickly interrupted him.

“Look I know you don’t feel the same which is fine. I just needed you to know that is where I am at. I have been holding back for so long terrified that I would lose your friendship. Now, I wish I would have told you much sooner so that maybe things could have been different. I know it won’t, but I can’t keep my feelings in anymore.” She rambled before climbing out of the bed of the truck.

Jensen started to move as well but she held her hand up to him, “Jay you don’t need to say or do anything. I’ll be fine, but I understand if you just want to take me back home. I… I just needed you to know how I feel.”

(Y/N) climbed into the back of the truck pulling his jacket tighter around her body trying to keep the sob burning in her chest from erupting from her lips. She heard Jensen close the tailgate and get in the driver’s side. When she felt the truck moving again and music playing from the radio she allowed the tears she was holding back to fall freely.

She did not know how much time had passed but suddenly the truck was pulling over coming to an abrupt halt. (Y/N) sat up to see Jensen getting out of the truck and opening the back door down by her feet. She sat up as Jensen climbed in the back shutting the door behind him.

“Why did you wait to tell me until now?” he asked his voice tense.

“I was too afraid to tell you.” She whispered looking down at her hands resting on her legs.

He let out a frustrated sigh, “Why now? Why in this moment right now?”

(Y/N) felt the tears coming down her cheeks again, “I couldn’t go another moment without you knowing the truth. Even if it cost me the one person in my life that means everything to me, I would rather you know that I’m in love you than to keep pretending that I’m not. I would rather let my heart shatter completely and spend the rest of my life piecing it back together than to keep feeling this dull never ending ache.”

She looked up at him through blurry, tear filled eyes just in time to see his lips crashing to hers. His hand slipped behind her neck pulling her towards him. (Y/N) braced her hands on his chest pushing him from her. “Jensen… I can’t…”

“(Y/N), I never thought someone as perfect as you would ever be able to love someone like me. I’m no angel and you have seen me during my lowest lows. My schedule is crazy, I travel all the time and I have fans who have an opinion about everything. I wouldn’t even allow myself to even entertain the idea of having feelings for you.” He pulled her onto his lap wrapping his arms around her waist.

She did not have the strength to pull herself off him, “Jay don’t tell me what I want to hear. Don’t feel guilty about not returning my feelings. I would rather you tell me the truth than to feel pity for me. I don’t need that.”

Her words sounded harsher than she intended, and she could see the effect they were having on him as his eyes were wide with surprise. Jensen leaned forward resting his forehead onto hers before he spoke his voice barely above a whisper.

“This is not pity. This not giving you what you want. This is me allowing myself to finally admit what I have known my entire life.” His hands cupped either side of her face as his thumbs brushed against them.

“What is that?” She asked her stomach flip-flopping as she waited for his answer.

His lips were hovering over hers as he answered, “That I love you. I’m in love with you and I always have been in love you. That I need you more than I need anything else in this life. All I need is you… all I want is you, (Y/N).”

Jensen’s lips gently pressed against her sealing the fact that there was no going back to how things were between the two of them. Wrapping her arms around his neck she allowed herself to finally relax against his body. When he pulled away from her he was grinning at her.

“What?” she asked giggling softly.

“Nothing, I just feel like a huge weight was lifted off my chest. I feel happy for the first time in a long time. Come on, let’s see if I can find us somewhere to stay for the night.” He said opening the door lifting her up with him as he got out of the truck.

(Y/N) let out a shaky breath as she slid down his body her feet touching the ground. Being this close to Jensen was new to her not that they had never hugged or cuddled up during a movie. This was different. Her body ached to be as close as possible to him.

“What are thinking about right now?” he asked chuckling as he opened the passenger door for her.

Her cheeks burned as she looked away bashfully, “Nothing…” she climbed in the truck looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“Mmhmm.” He hummed closing her door.

Soon they were on the road again and there was tension building up between them. Jensen’s hand was on her thigh. His thumb rubbing back and forth on it. Her own hands were fidgeting with pent up energy as she wanted to reach over and touch Jensen’s arm. To run her fingers over his tone muscles or up into his soft hair.

The vibration of the truck had her body buzzing as she stared at him driving. (Y/N) had always loved watching Jensen drive the way he would concentrate on the road in front of him. How in control he was of everything. Making her squeeze her thighs together trapping his fingers between them.

Jensen chuckled, “You alright over there?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.” She hummed as he squeezed her thigh.

“Are you sure? You seem a little tense since our little love confession.” She looked over to see he was teasing her.

He knew exactly the effect he was having on her and after hours of being in a truck with him, the up and down emotions of the day. (Y/N) was in desperate need of his touch and a release. She did not know how to initiate anything with him. She did not want to come off as some horny fangirl, but she needed him now.

(Y/N) placed her hand on top of his and gently pushed it further up her thigh. His fingers dug into her skin as she heard him take in a shaky breath. “As much as I want too. I want to find us a place to do this right.”

She looked over to see his jaw clenched and his eyes darkening to a deep forest green. Her eyes traveled down his body stopping when she saw the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Stop that.” His voice low and husky had her looking back up at him.

“Stop what?” she asked innocently.

“Stop looking at me like that or we’re not going to make it to a hotel.” He growled softly as her hand trailed of his arm shifting her body making his fingers brush against her mound briefly.

When her hand went up into his hair gently tugged it saying, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“That’s it.” He grunted finding a dirt road to turn down driving about a mile of the main highway.

He threw the truck in park, shutting it off and getting out of the truck quickly. When he opened her door, his lips were on hers picking her up out of her seat. His mouth moving down her neck as his hand squeezed her butt pushing her against him. (Y/N) could feel his hard length straining against his jeans.

“Jen-Jensen, grab the blankets from the back.” She moaned as he stepped back from her.

“This is why I love you. Always thinking on your feet.” He said grabbing the blanket as she unlatched the tailgate.

He chuckled, “If you knew what I was really thinking you might reconsider being with me.” She made it sound like a joke, but it was an honest confession. After years of fantasizing about Jensen, she was nervous about being with him.

He laid out the blanket before lifting her to sit on the tailgate, “Oh really? Tell me what you’re thinking because I’m pretty sure we are thinking similar things right now.”

(Y/N) bit her lip as she hesitantly placed her hands just under his shirt. “I’m thinking about all the summers we swam in the lake behind our houses. Feeling your head between my legs as you lifted me up on your shoulders to play chicken against our friends.”

She slipped his shirt over his head loving the feeling of his muscles under her fingers. His hair was sticking up wildly as she put his shirt over the side of the truck. “What else?” he asked as his hands gripped her thighs.

“Thinking about how we had to share a sleeping bag because it was freezing during one of our camping trips. How you held me close and the next morning were so embarrassed by your hard on pressing against my ass.” As (Y/N) spoke she unbuckled his belt then unfastened his pants letting her fingers graze down his hard length.

“You’re killing me…” he groaned pushing his hips against her hand.

She moved further up the bed of the truck removing her own shirt and shorts leaving her in her panties and bra. “I was thinking about how nervous I am to be with you. To feel this close to you. That I don’t want to disappoint you. That I desperate need to feel you against me, inside me. That I need you, Jensen.”

His jaw slacked as his eyes widening. He pushed his jeans quickly down his legs leaving them on the ground as he climbed up onto the bed of the truck. See him crawl to her like an animal stalking his prey had her letting out a strangled breath.

He parted her legs settling his weight on her as he leaned down kissing her slowly. His hand trailing up her body until cupping her breast. His lips pressed against her cheek then her jaw as he whispered, “I was thinking about prom.”

He nipped at your neck as he continued, “You wore a strapless dress that showed off every curve you have. The other guys telling me how lucky I was that I was going to see everything that was underneath it. How I wanted that to be true but thought it would never happen.”

His hands slipped behind her back unhooking her bra pulling it from her body. He stared down at her smirking, “So worth the wait.”

(Y/N) smiled up at him her cheeks burning as he lowered his mouth taking her nipple within it. Letting out a shaky moan as his tongue circled around her bud. She raked her fingers through his hair pushing her breast further into his mouth.

Jensen nipped and kissed up her chest as his hand trailed down her body. “I was thinking about the time we got stuck outside in a thunder storm. We found an abandoned house to take shelter in, but we were both so cold because of our wet clothes. We stripped down to our underwear huddling together for warmth. I felt so bad for thinking all I wanted to do was touch you.”

His fingers ran over her panties slipping down against her aching mound. Her hips instinctively pushing against them. “Jensen…” she moaned, and he let out a small groan.

His lips were on hers as he pulled her panties down her legs. His fingers immediately returned to gliding over her slick lips. He rubbed slow circles against her clit making her hips grinded against it. “More… need more…” she panted.

Jensen smiled against her neck as he push one thick finger inside of her. (Y/N)’s back arched as he added a second finger slowly pumping them within her. Long, leisurely strides in and out of her. “Tell me, what was it that finally pushed you to make a move?” he asked staring down at her burying his fingers deep within her unmoving.

“I… I was thinking about all of our road trips. Watching you drive has always been a turn on for me. The control you have, the way your jaw clenches in concentration and the way your body is completely relaxed behind the wheel.” She let out a deep moan as he curled his fingers slightly.

(Y/N) was panting as she continued, “Then I saw just how there was the perfect amount of space between you and the steering wheel that all I wanted to do was lay my head in your lap.” She reached her hand down his body down over his hard cock stroking him through his boxers. “Then all I wanted was this.”

Jensen growled as she gently squeezed his cock and his began pumping his fingers into her quickly. “Shit!” she cried out feeling the coil within her wounding tightly. She slipped her hand into his boxers gently pulling his cock out stroking him at the same pace his fingers with going.

“Fuck… come for me pretty girl so I can bury myself in you.” He grunted as she felt him thrusting himself into her hand.

She let go of his length slipping her fingers over her clit rubbing it to bring her closer. “Oh god, Jensen I’m so close…” Her body was rigid needing to come.

“Let go.” He whispered nipping her neck and pleasure shot through her body. She moaned incoherently as he pulled his fingers from her.

(Y/N) grabbed his hand bringing his fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean. The taste of her and him mixing together made her moan against them. When she looked up she found Jensen slacked jaw with his eyes blown.

“Good god…” he groaned quickly removing his boxers.

(Y/N) got a good look at his length and sucked in a breath. She watched as he kneeled between her legs stroking himself a few times. He was the perfect length and thickness making her clench waiting to feel him. Then he surprised her by asking a question.

“Are you sure? This is a line we can’t uncross. I’m one hundred percent okay with crossing it, but I want to make sure you are too.” The nervousness in his voice overshadowed the desire he had in his eyes.

She reached up placing her hand over his that was holding him and pulled him to her entrance, “I’m positive. Please Jensen…”

(Y/N) dug her nails into his biceps as he pushed into her slowly. The feeling of being filled perfectly was overwhelming to her and tears were slipping down her cheeks. Never before had anyone ever felt as right as Jensen did in that moment. He leaned down burying his face into the crook of her neck, his hot breath warming her skin.

He moved against her slowly at first. Feeling every inch of his thickness pulling to and from her. Wrapping her legs around his waist she dug her heels into his lower back pushing him deeper. “Fuuckk…” he groaned bottoming out within her.

He rolled onto his back bring her to straddle his waist. (Y/N) lifted herself as he positioned himself, so she could sink down onto him. “Oh… oh my…” she gripped his shoulders tightly as he held onto her hips.  

She thrusted down onto him picking up her pace as she felt the pressure building up within her. His hips were meeting hers and the sound of their skin coming together spurred her to go faster. His hands moved up to her breasts gently squeezing them together.

“Shit, I’m so close (Y/N)… I need to…” his words were drowned out by her heart thumping in her ears.

(Y/N) knew she should get off him and let him come in her mouth, but she did not want too. She wanted to feel him come inside of her and she also knew the risks of that. She slowed down stopping all together feeling how thick he felt within her.

She leaned down capturing his lips before whispering on them, “I want to feel you. I know the risks we run but I want to feel you come deep in me.” (Y/N) looked down at him biting her lip nervously.

Jensen pressed his lips against hers holding her against his body as he thrusted deeply up into her. His hand went up into her hair tugging it as his pace was feverish chasing after his own release. He was so deep that she could feel him hitting her the right spot to make her come fast. She tried holding her release off wanting to come with him.

“Oh… Jensen just like that. I-I’m coming!” she cried out her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave.

That is when she felt his cock twitch within her spilling his own release deep inside of her. He was calling out her name and curse words as he came and his body was trembling. She pushed herself up sitting back onto his length as he pushed himself once more into her.

“Jesus fuck!” she cried out surprised by the small second orgasm shaking through her body.

Jensen pulled her down on top of him slipping from her with a groan, “Okay that was fucking hot and well worth the wait.”

(Y/N) laughed into his chest as he wrapped the blanket around their naked bodies cuddling beside him. “Yes, that was definitely worth the wait.”

Silence fell between them for several minutes before she broke it, “Jensen may I ask a seemingly strange question?” He hummed as she went on, “This isn’t your truck, is it?”

He looked down at her raising an eyebrow, “No, it’s a rental. Why?” he asked amusingly.

“I think we need to buy it, so we can do this more often. Not that I won’t enjoy all the possible places for us to fool around. I think this truck is special.” She felt his body shaking as his began to laugh.

(Y/N) also began to laugh knowing how ridiculous it sounded. Jensen kissed the top of her head, “If you want me to buy the red truck of sex then your wish is my command.”

“Red truck of sex… HA! I like the sound of that.” She laughed as they both looked up into the early morning light.  

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spn rewatch | wendigo

I’m gonna be real upfront right now. This episode scared the piss out of me when I first saw it. I’m sorry but a crazy fast, perfect hunter who can move faster than you can blink and eats human flesh to survive and can mimic a person’s voice to lure you to them?! I WAS TERRIFIED! It didn’t help that I had just moved into our new house, which is on five acres of land with about four of those acres being nothing but woods. But, for real, I know some of the effects aren’t as good as they could be by today’s standards but I actually loved and was terrified of this episode the first time I saw it, which kind of amped up the scary factor from the pilot for me. 

Okay, here we go. 

So as if we needed to further cement that this is taking place in glorious 2005, you’ve got two guys playing games on their Nintendo DS’s (RIP pre-Glee Cory Monteith, the only person who could’ve competed with Jared vertically) and then Tommy recording a video on his Blackberry, somehow magically having it perfectly level with his face despite not being able to see the screen as he records. Like seriously that’s the supernatural activity they should be investigating.

Okay but so some of the wendio effects later in the episode are not so great but in this first scene, I think they made some pretty solid choices of just relying on the whole concept of “less is more” and giving mostly scary sounds and rustling trees and making you more afraid of what could be in the forest than creating a scary visual to throw at you right off the bat. Solid scary intro scene. 

The cemetery scene. Totally classic shoutout to Carrie. I had just gotten into Stephen King when I started watching Supernatural (honestly I was delving into all kinds of horror themed things at the time) and I’d seen Carrie for the first time not too long before this. Which means not only was I super scared by the jump scare (because I’m still jumpy as fuck to this day), I was also SUPER proud of myself for knowing what they were trying to reference there. I definitely thought I was cool for getting that one. Now, not so much. But the scene still makes me jump. 

I really do like the ways they’re kind of trying to establish how the brothers care for each other. Like you know right off the bat in the pilot that their relationship is rough at best and that there’s some pretty obvious toxic masculinity on Dean’s part at least but like you can still see that Dean’s concerned. He’s got his own way of showing it but he’s worried about his little brother. 

Side note: just remember that they both had a seriously messed up childhood and the fact that either of them are as close to normal as they are is impressive. Like I think all things considered, they’re pretty well adjusted. Kind of. 

This episode is kind of outside the norm compared to future episodes with how Sam and Dean both handle the case when they first get to town. The fact that Sam just wants to go straight to the coordinates John left them while Dean’s the one saying “maybe we should do a little research first” is bizarro. But it also kind of helps show just where Sam’s mind is at at this point. He’s not coming to this as a hunter taking on a case, he’s a man with a vendetta and the next step he needs to take is finding John. He’s fueled by anger and grief and guilt and that kind of reflects when he seems less concerned about what’s going on in the woods and more interested in just getting out there ASAP.

Okay, just like they couldn’t pass as US Marshals, the guys seriously do not look like park rangers at all. Like you guys aren’t even trying come on. And good on Haley for being suspicious even if she did seem to buy into their story for a bit. 

BABY HAN SOLO! 

I totally did not realize that was Alden Ehrenreich playing Ben until I saw his name on screen at the beginning of the episode. He looks so so so young in this ohmygod. Also think I’ll need to keep a list of like all the crazy celeb cameos of people who got famous after being on the show. Or were already famous but I totally forgot popped up. 

For our next super underrated guest star scene of the series, Shaw - the old man who’s parents were taken by a “grizzly” back when he was a kiddo in 1959. 

Like seriously, it’s one scene but Donnelly Rhodes (RIP) does an amazing job with the scene and like it kind of leaves me with chills whenever he says that whatever it was didn’t break down the door but unlocked it. Like that’s still hella spooky to me. Also, I still don’t totally understand why the wendigo left him behind. Like you’d think for a monster that is going to have a big ass meal before hibernation would want as much meat as possible. Like yeah a little kid wouldn’t much but he’d be something right?

Also that’s a gnarly scar like how did he survive that.

So Dean talks about it being possibly a skinwalker or a black dog but like looking into what those both actually are I honestly don’t understand why he would think that based on what they know about the attacks. Like black dogs are death omens and skinwalkers wouldn’t be able to do the kind of damage that’s being done considering everyone’s just like “oh it’s a grizzly”. So like I dunno, I guess this might’ve been the writers tossing out references to other creatures to make it sound like Dean knows a bunch but like neither of those would be my first guesses for this case.

Kind of just like “early installment weirdness” but whatever. It’s not a big deal, just me nitpicking.

Okay so Roy is kind of a jackass but like he knows what he’s doing for the most part and he totally doesn’t buy the guys story about beng park rangers for one minute. So like I can respect that. And like if it would’ve been an actual animal attacking people, he might’ve survived but oh well. 

I do like that Haley just goes ahead and calls bullshit on the park rangers story before they even go on their adventure but Dean’s whole “it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman...ever.” is just kind of cringey. 

So all the traipsing through the woods and the “I’m smarter than you” staredown between Roy and Sam is not super interesting but I do like that 1 - we get to see Sam being angry and being emotional in a more volatile way because that’s not often the case as the show goes on - and 2 - we get our iconic line of “saving people, hunting things, the family business” and the whole idea that they’re not supposed to meet up with John but do the jobs he doesn’t have time for while he’s hunting for the demon that killed Mary. 

I don’t think I really realized why John would leave them coordinates and the journal when he didn’t plan on actually meeting up with them when I watched this as a kid. I just kind of shrugged it off as like a necessary plot device for the show to progress, didn’t really see it as anything with a deeper meaning. And I think it’s fair that you can’t read too much into after an episode and a half because there’s so much that we don’t know yet about the boys and John and their story and all of that. But like looking at it with the knowledge of their lives and everything, it’s a lot heavier moment to me. Maybe I’m just reading too much into it. 

Okay so the rest of the episode is just encounter monster, piss off monster, get kidnapped by monster, track monster, kill monster. Kind of standard, not super exciting like there’s not a lot to talk about. Dean with his molotov cocktails is kind of fantastic. 

The trail of M&Ms is fun and yes better than breadcrumbs. Sam immediately becoming invested in killing the monster once Dean’s been taken gives me all kinds of feels because I love when these two go into protective brother mode. And Dean all banged up with bruises and cuts and dirt is a look I probably shouldn’t like as much as I do but that’s a conversation for another day. 

The wendigo does look a little cheesy when you get better glimpses of it because early 00s special effects so it’s definitely for the best they keep things pretty shadowy for the end of the episode. Not the worst looking monster of season one and still scary enough, to me at least. 

So this is the episode that seems to start the trend that if there’s a girl involved and her life gets saved by the Winchesters, one of them is going to flirt with her and get some kind of physical affection before they leave town. It doesn’t happen every episode but it happens enough that 26 year old me is rolling my eyes. 14 year old me had no issues with Sam and Dean getting smooches because look at them. But now I’m kind of like this seems a little unnecessary but whatever. It’s not the worst instance and all in all, I actually really liked Haley. I liked the whole Collins family. They were some solid guest characters and I feel like the scenes where Sam and Dean are interacting with them individually does a good job of kind of fleshing out their characters a bit more. It gives a chance for some necessary exposition without feeling too forced. 

All in all, solid episode. Scary monster, intensified my fear of the woods, gave some good scenes, iconic lines. Does it have some cheesy moments? Yes. Is it the best episode of the series? No. Does it still scare me when I watch it? 100%.

BODY COUNT: 3 humans (Brad, Gary, Roy); 1 wendigo (our first corporeal monster - also like I’m curious about who the wendigo was before it changed, like how long has it been in the wilderness, how did it wind up at Blackwater Ridge, how it wound up this far west)

RATING: 7.5/10 - yep, I’ll say it. I think this episode is better than the pilot. Not by much but the characters feel a little closer to who they become throughout season one and I feel like you get a better feel for them than we did in the pilot. Also the wendigo scares me more than Sarah Shahi in a sexy nightgown I’m just saying.  

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It’s A Farcical Life, SPN Kink Bingo

Title: It’s A Farcical Life Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17444402/chapters/49087283 Square Filled: Sam Wesson Ship: Sabriel (Sam Wesson x Gabriel) Rating: E Tags: Sam Wesson, Dean Smith, Gabriel is a little shit, Humor, Smut, Office Kink Summary: Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. is under attack by a mysterious prankster. After a bizarre incident involving Dean Smith and some very suspiciouis pornography, office worker Sam Wesson thinks he’s found the culprit: that stupid, sexy janitor. Who would’ve guessed? Word Count: 3496

Created for @spnkinkbingo

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Beyond the shiny elevator doors wasn’t a small, cramped space ready to take Sam back to the seventeenth floor, but what looked like an expansive, private office that stretched well beyond the confines of the elevator shaft. Sam’s mouth went dry. His eyes flew to the lights above the door, checking to see if he hadn’t accidentally walked into someone’s office, but the frame was all there, clearly showing that the elevator was stopped on his floor and waiting for him to board.

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It's a Farcical Life

An elevator jostled up to the seventeenth floor of an office building, filled with early morning workers wearing everything from suits to polo's. As the doors opened, a hum of idle chatter filled the small space, punctuated by a ringing phone here and there. The polo-wearers trudged out, travel mugs and folders in hand.

The neatly organized maze of cubicles was full of afternoon workers, answering phones and typing reports, all expect one stringy looking young man who was watching his neighbor with a look of utter delight on his face.

“Have you tried turning it off and on again?” His neighbor asked. He was a tall man with long hair tucked behind his ears, speaking into his headset. He tapped his pencil against the desk, trying to ignore the eavesdropper, until... “You… you did what?” The man cleared his throat, glancing incredulously at his neighbor, who leaned forward excitedly. “You…” He closed his eyes and, with an incredible amount of skill, forced all of the annoyance out of his voice. “Well, once you’ve removed all of the… peanut butter… from the CD tray, you’ll want to take it to your nearest repair shop.”

The stringy young man threw his head back in a fit of silent laughter.

“No, your warranty won’t cover it.”

After a few forceful farewells, the man hung up and looked reluctantly at his neighbor.

“Oh, my god.” The neighbor picked his head up off the desk where he had been buried in laughter, “How? How do you always get the best calls? It’s a gift, Sam!”

Sam couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his neighbor’s face, red with laughter. “She uh… she read a tip online about cleaning discs with peanut butter.”

The man dissolved into laughter once again, and Sam grinned sheepishly.

“Yeah well, I’m getting tired of these prank calls,” Sam said. “I can’t believe you haven’t had one yet.”

“You think that one was a prank?”

“Ian,” Sam gave him a look, “Who puts peanut butter on CDs?”

“Idiots,” Ian said. "The world is full of them, Sam.”

Sam couldn’t argue that. Over the past month, Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. had dealt with a wave of sabotage and practical jokes: pranks calls, things exploding in the microwave, printers breaking, copiers printing out butts, and more. The strange thing was, no one could catch the culprit.

Some workers, like Ian, welcomed the chaos and interruption of their usually orderly and drab work environment. Others, like the Director of Sales and Marketing, Dean Smith, didn’t find it very amusing. The other day his lunch had been stolen and replaced with a slice of pie, a clear attack on his latest, low-carb, “green energy” diet.

Sam Wesson was caught somewhere in the middle. The pranks were hilarious, he thought, but he seemed to be targeted more than others, not that anyone paid this any mind, however, except for Ian.

Ian wasn’t much consolation, though. Ever since Sam got a prank call from someone who thought they were calling a naughty hot-line and refused to believe Sam wasn’t playing hard to get, Ian began following Sam around like a live audience, eager to bare witness to his next mishap.

Ian’s patience paid off shortly after the peanut butter incident that afternoon, when Mr. Smith called Sam to his office sounding harassed. There was an accusatory note in his voice that Ian could hear from the receiver. He gave Sam an ‘oh shit’ expression that barely disguised his glee, and watched Sam get up looking annoyed.

“If his CD tray isn’t working...” Ian called after him.

Sam ignored him.

Mr. Smith’s office was a few floors up, so Sam headed towards the elevator. As the doors slid open and he stepped inside, the monotonous instrumental music Sam had become deaf to had been replaced with what could only be described as 80’s porn music.

Sam exchanged an awkward smile with the janitor who was the only other person in the elevator and watched the doors slide closed.

During a particularly sultry saxophone solo, he couldn’t help but notice the janitor looking at him. Sam gave him another forced smile, wishing the elevator would hurry up or that someone would fix the music already. It seemed to be taking much longer than usual.

“So uh...” Sam said, anything to break the tension, “You must have your hands full with this prankster running around here.” He gestured vaguely to the speaker above them.

The janitor smiled serenely, “It’s no trouble. I like my job, Sammy.” He winked at him.

Sam was taken aback. Not because he knew his name - Sam's department wore nametags, to everyone's chagrin - but how many janitors liked their job that much? He gave the man an awkward head tilt and looked away again. The elevator was definitely taking too long, and was it just him or was the music getting louder?

When the door dinged and opened, Sam strode off. The realization that Sam had never run into the janitor at this time of day was swept away when he heard shouting from Mr. Smith’s room. The door was open, and a man in a suit was backing away quickly. He gave Sam a fleeting, ‘good-luck’ look as he passed. Sam swallowed.

He knocked on the door-frame to be polite and waited.

Mr. Smith was standing behind his desk looking exhausted and angry, but when he beckoned Sam inside, Sam knew at once that he wasn’t the object of Mr. Smith’s frustration. His computer looked like it had been moved around, and Sam noticed several things had been unplugged.

“Is something wrong, sir?” Sam asked curiously.

“You could say that,” Mr. Smith took a breath. He made to sit down behind his desk, caught a glance at the monitor, then sat on the edge of his desk instead. “You’re uh… Sam Wesson, right? The tech guy?” There was something strange about him. He seemed uncomfortable.

“Yes, Mr. Smith.”

“Call me Dean.” Dean said. “Sam, you can fix computers, right? That’s your job?”

“Mostly, yeah,” Sam chanced a glance at the CD tray despite himself. It was not full of peanut butter.

“Good, good,” Dean cleared his throat, now clearly avoiding looking at his screen’s display which was facing away from Sam. “That prankster, whoever he is, he’s been causing trouble for you guys too, I’m sure.”

“Oh yeah,” Sam scoffed.

Dean smiled slightly, “Well. He’s just finished his latest masterpiece up here. And I... need you to fix it.”

Sam tried to peek at the monitor screen, but it was pointed resolutely towards the large windows. “I uh, I’ll have to see it,” he smiled bravely.

Dean frowned, “Really? You can’t just… tell me how to do it?”

“Well I… you called me up here, sir,” Sam said, confused. “If I could just...”

Dean held out a hand as Sam tried to move towards the monitor. “Okay. First of all, I wasn’t… I mean it’s not...”

Sam’s brow came together.

Dean sighed resignedly, looked Sam in the eye, then stepped aside like a man resigned to the worst. Sam slowly stepped around the desk, looked at the screen, and did a double take.

“Yeah, uh...” Dean said awkwardly, “It was just like it when I came in. I wasn’t… I’m not...” Dean laughed anxiously, “And obviously I can’t make it go away.”

Sam stared at the screen. He realized now why there were cords pulled out of the back. Hardcore gay porn was playing mutely on Dean’s screen. It looked like it had been locked on full-screen and full-volume, which surely had blasted throughout the entire floor until Mr. Smith pulled the speaker cords.

“Don’t watch it!” Dean stared at Sam incredulously.

“Uh, right...” Sam fumbled, holding back a laugh. Okay, maybe the prankster was alright after all. He settled down to get to work, but as he neared the screen he realized something. “Wait a minute…” Sam squinted at the video, “Doesn’t that guy look like the new intern? Ha, it totally does. What’s his name? Cas...” Sam stopped immediately at the look on Dean’s face.

“Are you going to narrate the pornography frozen on my screen or fix the problem, Wesson?”

Sam lowered his head, “Sorry.” But he was sure Dean’s face reddened.

It took Sam a few minutes, but he deduced that the only way to fix the problem was to reboot the computer. Dean didn’t look relieved, however. If anything, he looked more reluctant.

“You can’t just… restart it from there?”

“No,” Sam said, “It’s not responding to anything. I’ll have to unplug it. I’ve never seen this before. The video’s obviously playing but… what?” Sam stood up to look at Dean, “What’s wrong?”

Dean looked exhausted again, and slightly uneasy. “Alright, well, you’re gonna think this is crazy, but… I already tried that.”

Sam sighed. He didn’t understand what Dean meant but he was sure, like always, that in his quest to fix the problem, the computer illiterate Dean Smith somehow made it worse. They’d have to call in for repairs with his luck. But then Sam realized that Dean was staring at the cords pulled out from the wall.

Sam stared blankly at them before he realized what he was looking at. In a flash of realization, he looked back to the video playing on the screen. In an instant, the screen shut off.

Dean nearly jumped.

Sam was frozen in place, struck dumb. “Dean… that computer wasn’t plugged in.”

“I know.”

“How did it...”

“I don’t know!”

Sam and Dean stared at each other. For a while they didn’t speak. It felt like there was something in the room with them, weighing down their voices and making it impossible to move. But when nothing else happened, Sam approached the computer. He had the impression that Dean would gladly pretend this had never happened, so Sam took a steadying breath and rebooted it.

Sam and Dean held their breath, half expecting some girl crawling out of a well to appear on the screen. But the computer started up just fine, and slowly their fear turned to embarrassment and relief. Dean’s personal log-in screen appeared and Sam stepped aside. Dean sank into his chair and numbly entered his password. Still, they didn’t speak.

Finally, when everything on Dean’s screen seemed to be free of porn or creepy ghost girls, Dean said, “Sit down.”

Confused but happy to follow his lead, Sam sat down. Dean took a thermos out of somewhere and grabbed two small glasses from his desk. He poured some both a shot of thick, green smoothie.

“Green shots. They’re great for the immune system, brain function, and hopefully the taste will take our minds off of...” Dean didn’t really want to finish that sentence, so he rose his in cheers and gulped it down.

Sam grimaced, but did the same. He nearly gagged. True to Dean’s word, the taste was so terrible that he forgot all about haunted pornos.

“Ugh!”

“I know,” Dean smiled bracingly, “Oh but it’ll keep you young.”

Sam licked his teeth, trying to get the taste off.

Dean chuckled to himself, and Sam couldn’t help but smile. If anyone had told him that morning that Sam would be sitting in Dean Smith’s office trading health shake shots, Sam would’ve called them crazy. And yet, Sam must have been crazy one, because the scare he and Mr. Smith shared made him feel strangely calm – like he was home.

After a few moments of contented silence, Dean frowned at his screen.

“What?” Sam asked reflexively.

“No, nothing. It’s just, I got a weird email,” Dean sighed and leaned forward, “Just another prank, probably.”

This was no news to Sam, who was inspecting the small glass Dean had given him.

“Hm,” Dean said, “Do you know anyone named Mr. Freeley?”

“No.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Whoever this guy is, he’s a freak.”

“What’s the email say?” Sam asked curiously.

Dean hesitated, but then decided they’d shared enough in the past ten minutes to share this, too. “’You’ll never catch me, because causing trouble is what I do, and I love my job.’” Dean huffed, “Everyone will probably be getting this email in five minutes. You watch. Actually, why don’t you head back downstairs and warn everyone to trash it. Don’t even open it. We can’t indulge these… Sam?” But by the time Dean looked up, Sam had gotten to his feet and was headed out the door.

“Okay,” Dean said to himself, then poured another green shot.

Sam was rushing back down the hallway towards the elevator, his head buzzing and his hand groping the spot where his nametag should have been pinned on that morning had Sam not left it at his desk.

“It’s no trouble. I love my job.”

Sam knew there was something weird about that guy. He had never seen a janitor here this early before. What were the odds? And how did he know his name?

Sam pressed the elevator button repeatedly. He’d find the janitor again and confront him. If he was the prankster, then maybe he was behind the ghost computer, too. The idea made his heart sink, but his adrenaline spike. He wondered where the janitorial closest were. Would he be there?

The elevator doors dinged open and it took Sam several long seconds to come back to Earth and realize what he was seeing.

Beyond the shiny metal doors wasn’t a small, cramped space ready to take Sam back to the seventeenth floor, but what looked like an expansive, private office that stretched well beyond the confines of the elevator shaft. Sam’s mouth went dry. His eyes flew to the lights above the door, checking to see if he hadn’t accidentally walked into someone’s office, but the frame was all there, clearly showing that the elevator was stopped on his floor and waiting for him to board.

Sam stared into the elevator. The doors remained open and expectant, humming slightly. Sam looked around the hallway, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

The elevator doors closed behind him and vanished into a rich, mahogany, office wall. Sam looked around and saw a familiar face eyeing him over the top of a polished office desk.

“You?” Sam gawked.

The janitor-now-office-manager smiled and snapped his fingers.

It felt like Sam had been hit over the head with something. He blinked, shaking his head like a dog, and suddenly, it was like a haze had lifted. Sam’s eyes sharpened and he stared at the smirking face and sharp suited…

“Gabriel!”

“Bingo!” Gabriel beamed, “You got me!”

Sam looked around like he was seeing his surroundings for the first time. Then he looked down at his polo tucked into his khaki pants and muttered, “Oh, no...”

“Oh yes!” Gabriel stood up proudly, “You did it! You solved my puzzle!”

Sam glared at him, “Really? Gabriel? You throw me into… into… Office Space and...”

“Hey, now...” Gabriel wagged a finger at him, “I did you a favor.”

Sam eyed him skeptically, but Gabriel didn’t mind. He stepped around his large desk and Sam had to admit, he looked good in a suit. Gabriel winked at him.

“All this?” He gestured around the room as he approached Sam, “All this is for you, Sam. I made this farce to teach you an important lesson. I know all about that fight you had with Dean the other day, and I thought to myself, with this alternate reality I could show them the error of their ways. I could show them that hunting is their true calling. That they were meant to fight side by side! Brothers in arms! You boys were born to play these roles, and you’ll find yourselves in it every time!”

Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He stood there, torn between shock at Gabriel’s thoughtfulness and his insanity.

“But then I thought, ‘Nah. Only a real dick would do that.” Gabriel stopped just short of Sam, grinning wickedly, “I’ll just fuck with them instead.’”

Sam shook his head in disbelief and looked away, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips.

“Ah – there we go."

“You’re an asshole,” Sam laughed darkly.

“You love me,” Gabriel grinned.

Sam squared his jaw and looked Gabriel in the eye, then leaned over and kissed him. Gabriel's grin softened.

"You know, I thought all this trickster stuff would stop if I agreed to date you," Sam muttered.

"You thought wrong," Gabriel smiled.

Sam smiled back, "Yeah alright. Let's get Dean and get out of here."

Gabriel rose a brow. "You sure? Cuz…" He loosened his tie and lowered his voice, "I've always wanted to bang my secretary."

Sam flushed, but grinned all the same, "Oh, I'm your secretary now?"

"Oh yeah," Gabriel put an arm around him and pulled him into a suave kiss, "And those reports are way overdue Mr. Wesson. Looks like you're going to have to stay overtime."

Sam bit back a laugh and kissed Gabriel. They maneuvered blindly to the large, shining desk, knocking things over along the way. Gabriel pushed everything off it unceremoniously and hoisted Sam onto the edge.

Sam opened the kiss, letting Gabriel feel him up. Sam was taller, but Gabriel could have thrown him across the room if he wanted to, and Sam loved it. As he lowered his head to kiss down Gabriel's neck, he heard Gabriel pick up the phone hanging off the side of the desk.

"Gloria, cancel my appointments for the rest of the day."

Sam took the phone out of his hand and threw it. Gabriel chuckled.

"Wait… wait," Sam paused, looking suddenly concerned.

Gabriel stopped at once.

"What about Dean? Isn’t he still trapped in here?"

Gabriel sighed. "Dean is fine, trust me. He can be Dean Smith for a little while longer. Besides, I've got another great prank headed his way."

Sam looked skeptical, so Gabriel went on.

"Someone ordered a stripper for a bachelorette party and gave them Dean's office address by mistake."

Sam laughed. Gabriel took that as approval and resumed kissing him.

Within minutes, Sam's khakis and belt were on the floor. Gabriel's shirt was undone, his dress pants were around his thighs, and he was screwing Mr. Wesson on the desk.

Gabriel panted, his slicked back hair askew, as Sam groaned his approval with each thrust. Sweating, he started to take off his polo, but Gabriel placed a hand firmly on his chest.

"Leave it on," he winked.

Sam would have laughed, but a well aimed thrust to his prostate had Sam arching up and moaning instead.

"Oh fuck, right there, Gabe!" Sam grunted, fucking Gabriel back.

"Oh," Gabriel crooned, "Someone's angling for a promotion."

Sam smiled breathlessly, precum wetting the hem of his polo. The office was filled with the sounds of sex as Gabriel ravaged him on the desk, not caring if the whole office building could hear them. Sam tried to grab hold of something, anything, but only succeeded in trashing the office further by knocking a lamp over.

"Oh, Mr. Wesson, that's coming out of your paycheck," Gabriel panted playfully. He leaned down and took Sam's hand, holding it above his head, and kissed him deeply. Sam's eyes fluttered shut, his breath hitched, and Gabriel knew it was all over.

Sam came all over his polo, gasping in a silent fit of ecstasy. The sight flooded Gabriel with arousal, and the way Sam was rhythmically seizing up around Gabriel's cock had him coming shortly after.

Gabriel groaned and slowed down, making love to Sam through their shared bliss. Sam pulled him close, kissing him as they rocked back and forth, milking out the last of their orgasms.

Finally they lay still, panting in the middle of Gabriel's ruined office. Gabriel pulled out, letting his cum seep out of Sam's ass and onto his desk.

Sam pulled him into a weak hug, making him lay atop him. Gabriel didn't mind one bit.

"Great work today, Wesson," Gabriel smiled, sweeping hair out of his face, "Keep that up and you can be my secretary full time."

Sam smiled lazily, "Mm, I don't know. My archangel boyfriend might get jealous."

"Good point," Gabriel beamed at him, "Wouldn't want to piss off that handsome son-of-a-gun."

Sam chuckled. Gabriel kissed him again, then got up and began collecting their clothes.

Sam sat up and watched, his hair a mess and his eyes hazy with satisfaction, "So, why ‘Sam Wesson'? I mean, you could have just dropped us into TV land again, but instead you made this whole universe."

Gabriel shrugged, tossing Sam his pants. "What can I say? I have a thing for blue-collar, civilian Sammy. Plus, now I can say I've screwed Sam Winchester in three different universes," he added thoughtfully.

Sam shook his head and chuckled, then paused, "Wait, three?"

Gabriel gave him a guilty, roguish look, then said quickly, "Come on, let's go save your brother."

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching JIBcon videos (part 2 of ?)

Cockles panel

in which Jared is abusive to Misha :C :C :C (and Jensen is maaaaybe angry about Destiel not being canon??? whoa)

previous post HERE

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03:51

how long’s it been, 3 days? 4? idk but HI LET’S WATCH MORE

i was 11 minutes in, after 2 hours. oh boy

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just rewatching the bit where the fan asks if they can sip the apple juice and i just realised jensen said “no!!” at the same time misha nodded and said “yep”

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aaaaand jensen watches misha drink before he licks his lips and drinks too *u*

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03:56pm

misha: “supernatural the series will be ending, it’s been announced, but we will be doing a puppet show in jensen’s backyard... for another ten seasons”

i would pay money

misha’s joking but i would pay money

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and jensen’s mouthing “oh my gaaahd” at misha bc he did not expect 500 people to cheer that

jensen: “THAT’S BRILLIANT”

yes

yes it is

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“no seriously i think we’re gonna do that”

i would legit love that pls do

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the apple juice is getting to him already

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04:00

fan: “what one thing you won’t miss after it’s done? and don’t say each other, that’s not true”

shoutout to that fan right there looking out for all of us

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04:0

misha: “i’m not gonna miss jared and jensen hurting me”

jensen goes all quiet, misha touches his leg

AND THEN MISHA APOLOGISES FOR FONDLING HIM

this is so fucking complex but also probably so simple

on the one hand that touch was automatic, assuring jensen, but also misha’s aware of how that exact kind of touch is not especially consensual in the context of what he’s talking about

they kind of seem to have two separate relationships, the personal/private/convention-performance one... and the on-set one. off set, misha’s in charge and jensen is his princess, but then on-set, misha is a sexually abused puppy

and honestly i don’t know how i feel about this, so i try and figure out how misha feels about it. like... it’s pretty obvious he doesn’t enjoy being hurt, but rarely actually gets upset about it (i.e.: the airplane), and still maintains an apparently consensual, respectful and emotionally intimate relationship with jensen and jared outside of set??? it’s confusing to me and what i’m seeing here isn’t really helping me understand yet

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04:12

oop the video finished, time to move to the next one

i’m still torn on this issue

like it’s...... funny, i guess? jared army crawling onto set to hurt misha? BUT ALSO IT’S NOT, and it shouldn’t be, it’s only funny because they apparently find it funny

or at least jensen does, but jensen loves misha the most, so like.......... 

god i still don’t know

every year i’m still baffled by this

i just want jared to stop hurting misha

those poor inner thighs

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part 2!!

JIB10 - Jensen and Jared and Misha panel part2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dd8O2-_Akk0&ab_channel=thiniassk

04:16

misha’s now talking about mark (sheppard?) and how mark wants other cast people to make “an environment where people are happy to go to work” the way the spn cast does

back to the thigh pinching though. so misha can quote that with total conviction... so i guess despite the pain he does enjoy it?? maybe he’s just a masochist and likes being hurt, idk...... and yet he says he won’t miss it once it’s over

who knows if i will ever understand this

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04:1?

extended eye contact with misha as jensen says “i would’ve loved to have slept in”

UH HUH

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04:?5

OH GOD IT’S HAPPENING IT’S HAPPENING THEY’RE LYING ON TOP OF EACH OTHER

in which jensen is being misha and misha is being jared

“yeah you sexy bitch you like this”

????????????????????????????????????????

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and then misha pulls jensen up by the hand~

that did not last nearly long enough

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ARE YOU KIDDING ME THEY DIDN’T EVEN GET TO RECOVER OR FINISH THE SENTENCE BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE COMES ON STAGE

UGH

EVERY FUCKING TIME

WHEN DO WE NOT GET COCKBLOCKED

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OH it’s not even everyone else it’s just jared

does he have internal alarms that go off when jensen and misha are being publicly intimate and he has to show up with a cowbell and a taser

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04:30

jensen is definitely tipsy now

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04:41

jared: “i was like ‘shut up bitch’ and you were like ‘yeah, hit me’

jensen facepalms and misha mouths “no i didn’t”

?????

jared is such a wildcard in this dynamic

on the one hand they’re advertising themselves as the model set relationship, and there’s obviously love between them, but on the other hand they’re all being abused by jared 

i 

i’m so perplexed

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04:35

https://youtu.be/dd8O2-_Akk0

misha to jensen: “do you... you wanna tell your... your dream?”

jensen shakes head “nope”

jared: “whoa!! this just got really romantic” (backs up)

(thank you jared for trying to keep out of this, i guess)

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04:44

i just took a lil break and i’m back now

i thought a bit about what i’ve watched so far today and compared it to the first part of the panel that i watched last time, and i’m trying to figure out if the energy is different because i’m in a different mood or whether it actually changed around the same point i paused last time, around the 11 minute mark. the first part of this was flirty and silly and fun, and then that vibe kind of plummeted... i guess it was because they started talking immediately about the abuse on set

but yeah, no, just typing that made me realise i’m right, the energy did change. misha mellowed out and jensen followed suit. despite getting tipsy and being more open to shaking his ass, he and misha remained subdued

like.. jensen clearly finds the abuse hilarious but i don’t think misha does. he loves jared and jensen both but i think there is legit pain there. people can be both abusive and loving, you know? jared’s awful but also nice, and i guess i enjoy his obvious outward support for jensen and misha’s romantic relationship, but i’ve always found it harder to appreciate him, compared to the effortless love i have for misha.

misha always, ALWAYS demonstrates that it’s absolutely possible to be dominant without hurting or demeaning people, and jared is just... not like that.

and yeah this upsets me enough that i’m now blurry-eyed with tears while typing this

it’s been kind of hard to enjoy this part of the video and i needed a moment away to figure out why

my favourite jibcon will always be the one where jensen leaned in to kiss misha. he was upset and misha went to comfort him, and supported him the whole time. i was thinking the other day how that energy was fresh. like they’d only just begun a sexual/romantic relationship in real life, or were about to and were eager for it. and this time it’s clearly been years and they’re more comfortable with their attraction.

but like.

yeah i’m disappointed that jared is on stage now. i can’t help it, i always am. his presence just seems especially upsetting after everything misha’s told us

i’m in no way saying they’re not friends, because they are, and i can’t doubt that they’ll be friends for the rest of their lives, happily and comfortably, but at the same time i will never be able to deny that jared is abusive. he violates consent in every possible way and just because it’s funny doesn’t mean it’s okay. these three spin the stories to make us laugh, but truly, under all of it, i find it upsetting.

someone’s always gonna say “but misha’s fine, he can take it”

but abused people can be fine, because they tend to be the strongest people, yet that doesn’t make the abuse okay. he’s not agreeing to it, he’s showing up for work each day because he has an obligation to and a family to feed. and he does love working there, and the people he works with, DESPITE the abuse.

i just. i don’t want people watching this to ever think that it’s okay for friends to hurt you. it’s possible to be bullied by friends. in fact that seems most likely in my own past. you may still be their friend, and your love for them may be warranted, and understandable, because they are lovable, but that doesn’t make their actions okay

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anyway

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05:05pm

misha: “are you wearing a t-shirt that says destiel is real?”

jensen’s hand ZOOMs to him i.e. “stop talking”

also he tied the pocket scarf around his neck and it looks good

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I LOVE THAT EVERYONE CHEERS

omg remember when people would boo

THIS IS BETTER

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is jensen like........ pumping for more cheers or being sarcastic? can’t tell, it’s kind of both

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and then jensen just goes “DESTIEL IS REAL”

his tone is like.........forceful joking? but also he just SAID it ???

jensen: “is it? is it??”

crowd: “yes no yesss noo”

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https://youtu.be/dd8O2-_Akk0?t=12m59s

jensen: “where? where is it real?”

misha: (pulls jensen down) “don’t get in a fight with people, honey”

HONEY. HE DID JUST SAY HONEY RIGHT?? HE SAID HONEY.

me: wrote a fic called He Called Me Honey

OMG.

misha is the best and will always be the best and his support is the best and i love him more than words can say

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05:13

k but

i think people’s claims that the destiel thing annoys jensen do have truth to them. his middle finger is on the mic, he’s PISSED.

but ........

honestly i don’t think it’s for the obvious reason. right now, *tilts head*.... looking at this, i think he’s actually more annoyed that destiel is not canonically canon. from what he sees, people are seeing something that’s “not there”, because despite him acting, he can’t hide his attraction to misha. and it’s still the old stuff from season 4 and 5 that put down the basis for all this, when he didn’t realise his pupils were dilating in the first few weeks with misha. and the storyline pushed them together.

theory: jensen’s annoyed about the destiel thing because it’s not as canon as he wants it to be.

maybe.

just........ the way he reacts to destiel stuff out of panels seems way more supportive. he’s just currently feeling attacked by the disparity of opinion in the room, everyone yelling about their take on it, whereas his question was legitimate: “where are you guys seeing the romance?” because (despite his best efforts?) dean still hasn’t kissed cas on screen.

deleted scenes = deleted destiel. i’m still 80% convinced when cas came back from the empty, there was a shot where dean kissed him. and it wasn’t used. (i have no proof. this is a theory. just with the setup to the scene, and the way jensen flirts with misha on set, i refuse to believe there wasn’t a kiss shot at some point. even if jensen was messing around for giggles. he knows what’s up, deep down.)

anyway, my point is, i don’t think jensen understands the romantic subtext. i think he understands physical touching, spoken words, kisses. and he hasn’t seen that in the show. i think he absolutely acts dean as being best friends with cas, but the subtextual romance comes from the writers, editors, and people picking up on jensen’s unconscious attraction.

but jensen has not seen what he would interpret as Romance in the show. and i think he’s miffed that other people see it, because in his interpretation that means it’s actor bleed. i think he just doesn’t get it. not saying he hasn’t studied subtext and stuff, as a director, but i think for him personally, romance is romance when it’s seen (hence him touching cas a lot more when he directs). and any bold choices he’s made as dean interacting with cas have been hidden away by the producers.

again, this is all theory, my take on it. the other theory is that he doesn’t support destiel and doesn’t like talking about it at all. but THAT IS NOT TRUE and if anything, *THIS* and *THIS* prove that

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05:50pm

k well those links just took me 20 minutes to find, and i still can’t find the version with the actual fanart. it was sunshine yellow, dean and cas were naked in towels, drinking coffee, and dean has a boner under his towel, and jensen drew a speech bubble saying “who the fuck are you?”

 but yeah i think i gotta stop for today. I WILL BE BACK. maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few days. still got 4 minutes of this panel and then jensen & misha’s solo panels to watch. and i wanna get all my reaction posts up before the ‘good omens’ series drops at the end of may!! because maybe i’mma post reactions to those on tumblr too c:

hope you’re all having a decent day <3

Elmie x

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

When You Least Expect It, Preview - Part 8

Jensen x Musician!Reader

Preview of Part 8! The full chapter should be up over the weekend.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

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“Hey! Did I miss anything?” Rob said and plopped down into his seat, his beer now completely saturated in condensation from sitting untouched.

“Nope,” Y/N said and leaned back in her chair, “Jay and I were just catching up. By the way, fun concert tonight. You boys rock out like that at every one of these conventions?”

“We do,” Rob smiled, “It's usually a really good time. You need to start coming to more of them, you fit right in up there. If you’re up for it, that is. I mean, you and Bri sounded amazing together. That should happen more. Right, Jensen? Maybe I should grab her and Bri, then we take this act on the road?” He wiggled his eyebrows and playfully draped an arm over Y/N’s shoulders, drawing her into his side.

Jensen opened his mouth to respond and the lights of the bar dimmed on and off, before settling into a hazy ambiance. The duo took to the stage again and picked up their instruments for another set of four songs. While they played, Y/N took out her phone and zoomed in to record them play. She took less than thirty seconds of video before tucking it away.

“What’s that for?” Rob leaned in and whispered.

“I’ve been taking videos and pictures of all the acts so far, to put them out on the social media accounts. The followers have been growing a lot. Hoping by the time the pre-sale starts next month, all the final acts will be in place and lots of tickets will go fast once they get a look at the line up and diversity of the acts.”

“Smart girl,” Rob mused before leaning back in his seat.

As their second set played on, they transitioned into a cover of Etta James’ Misty Blue. Y/N knew it almost instantly. It was one of those songs that immediately conjured up a memory and not necessarily ones that she wanted to have present. Her initial reaction was that she wouldn’t let the memories of the song hit her like a tidal wave. But by the time the first few lines were sung, she was already being pushed underwater.

“Do you guys want another round?” she asked in a hushed whisper, suddenly desperate to get up and move around.

“Sure, but I ca--”

She waved Rob to sit. “I’ll go.”

Y/N didn’t wait and left the table in a hurry, headed towards the bar. She wanted to leave the club completely, but it was just a song after all. She just needed a moment to herself and she would be able to push away the memories of her father playing it on repeat after her mother left. Y/N didn’t want to think about how he would sit on the couch, staring out of the window at the ocean, most liking wishing he was out on the sea, instead of in the house he had shared with the woman he loved.

Somewhere around the second chorus, Y/N had realized that she wasn’t standing alone at the end of the bar, Jensen now standing next to her, reaching out to take her hand.

“Hey, you ok?”

Y/N shook her head but then chuckled. “Yeah, I’m just being stupid.”

He watched her carefully and could see she was far from the truth. “What’s wrong? Something is clearly wrong.”

“It's the song. Just… reminds me of--”

“The ex?”

“No… not at all. My dad, actually.”

“Oh,” Jensen breathed and pulled out the stool next to her and guided her to sit.

He stood right at her side and motioned to the bartender to bring over another round. When he looked back down at her, he wanted to offer some kind of comfort but wasn’t sure where the boundaries had been set. “Do you wanna get out of here? We can take a walk, or…”

“No,” she replied again, but this time gazed up at him and was struck by how suddenly grateful she was that he was there. She didn’t talk to many people about her dad, yet she felt comfortable sharing things about him with Jensen. “The messed up part is I love the song. But after my mom left, he played it repeatedly for months. He and my brother would fight about it constantly. Then Dave started being home less often, then eventually took off for good. I mean, it wasn’t just the song, obviously. They butted heads over everything.”

“What about you?”Jensen asked, just as the beer was left for them on the bar top. “Did it bother you?”

“Not then, no. I knew it was what he needed to work through it. That’s just how my dad was. I learned from an early age that music was how he dealt with stuff. Whenever he had a problem or got hurt, felt angry he would go to music. He was a man of few words, but you always knew what kind of mood he was in by what was playing in the house.”

Y/N sighed at his memory, and as the song she both loved and hated came to an end, she felt Jensen rest his hand on the middle of her back, gently gliding his thumb back and forth over the fabric of her shirt. She liked the warmth and weight of it against her and silently hoped he stayed just where he was. It was inviting. Soothed her enough so as she sat in the dimly lit corner of Rosa’s Lounge, she felt ready to trust him a little more.

What’s the worst that could happen? She asked herself. I end up singing Joy to the World, right, daddy?

“One time, my brother had stormed out after dinner, so my dad sat out on the bench and killed a six-pack. He had this on repeat, of course. I remember going out there and sitting on the bench with him. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but I could tell he just wanted to sit quietly. Then he started to sing along with it. And I mean, his eyes closed, a few tears in his eyes, and just this look of pure anguish, you know? He was ripe for a country song to be written about him.”

“Oh yeah, I know the look,” Jensen said.

“It was one of the few times I’d seen him cry. He sang through a verse and a chorus and then finally remembered I was there.” Y/N stopped and drank her new beer, and felt his hand still there only now slowly working its way to the small of her back. “I guess over time I just realized that music could talk for those would didn’t have the words to express how they felt.”

Y/N felt like she was rambling on and bit her lip to stop talking. Taking a gulp of the beer, she felt a sense of relief when they came to the end of Misty Blue and picked up the melody of some old Muddy Waters tune.

“I never thought of it that way, but you’re right. That’s how it was for your dad?”

Y/N nodded. “Me too, actually. As you’ve experienced, I’m not a great communicator,” she chuckled nervously and raised her glass before taking a sip.

“Oh, I dunno,” he said with a slight shrug. “I think you’re doing just fine.”

Y/N turned her head to look at him. His features looked drawn and tired, but his eyes were alive with something she couldn’t quite place. Being close to him again, and not just in proximity, but opening up about things that were very personal to her satisfied a need she didn’t even realize she had. Though he looked weary, he looked happy.

“You look beat. You should have gone back to the hotel to sleep.”

“Trying to get rid of me?”

“Never.”

“Good. I mean you’re not wrong. I’m fucking beat. But I wanted to come out with you guys tonight. I really did miss having you around, Y/N.”

“I think we got what we needed. We can call it a night. You have another long day tomorrow, right?”

“Eh, I’ll be fine. I’m used to these schedules by now,” he waved her off and ran his fingers along the rim of his glass. “Besides, we were talking about you, not me.”

“I would rather talk about you. Are you sleeping enough? Traveling too much? Please tell me you’re not just gorging on Sow burgers and beer every day, are you?” she asked sternly, though Jensen could easily see through her facade and sarcasm. She was asking because she cared and wanted to know he was taking care of himself.

“Yes ma’am. I am well rested, hydrated, and have even been eating my veggies.” He was teasing her now.

“Don’t give me that look. Someone’s gotta make sure you’re taken care of.”

Jensen smiled and looked up through the bar, watched the blues duo play for a beat before turning back to Y/N. “That’s your job, is it?”

Y/N shrugged, then changed the subject. “You coming out with us tomorrow night, too?”

“Do you need me to?”

“No. Not necessarily.”

“Oh,” he sighed, the disappointment oozing from that single word.

“But… I’d like you to. You certainly make it more fun.”

Tags are open for SPN or this series if you wanna hop on (or off)!

[sorenmarie87]

Don’t You Want Me?

Summary:  Mary manages to track you down, but only to get back something that belongs to her.  Secrets get revealed and John shows up.

Square Filled: Dom/Sub (Kink) 

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Ketch x Reader, Mary x Ketch, John x Mary, John x Reader

Word Count: 2,038

Warning(s): Dom/Sub.  Smut with plot.  Nudity.  Language.  Mary threatening the reader, again.  

A/N:  This was written for @spnkinkbingo.  I also need to thank @fictionalabyss and @coffee-obsessed-writer for being my betas on this one.   Also this was my first time writing Ketch, so if he’s off, I apologize.  

I do not own any of the pictures I used in my aesthetic. I also hate to say this but if you’re reading this fic - please be over 18.

Part 2 of The Boss’s Working Girl | SPN Kink Bingo

“Arthur, it’s lovely to see you again.”  You practically purr as you loosely wrap your arms around his shoulders.  “What’ll it be tonight, love, business or pleasure?”

“I don’t see why the two can’t mix.”  You hear him chuckle as you loosen his tie and he nips at the pulse point behind your ear.  “I’ve been dreaming of this night all week.”

“Well I wouldn't want Mr. Ketch to wait, now would I?” You winked at him as Arthur slowly starts unbuttoning his dress shirt.  You watch from the corner as he removed the rest of his clothes.

“Now this is hardly fair, I'm practically naked and you're in far too many clothes.” It’s a relief once your dress is in a soft pile of satin and lace by your feet.  “Absolutely stunning.”

“I bet you use that line on all the ladies.”

“Not as many as you would think.”  

Exactly how many women has this guy had sex with?  He’s handsome sure, but then he has to open his mouth.  I’m sure it’s the British accent that gets ‘em.  You can do this, Y/N.  it’s just a job.  

--

“I told you, she’s with a client a right now.  You can’t just barge in there!”  You hear someone arguing outside your door but that doesn’t distract you from what’s going on right now.  

“Who in the hell invited Mary Winchester here?”  You growled in anger as your room door was flung open.  “We’re sort of busy here, Mary.”

Ketch growls as he flips you onto your back and starts pounding into you as hard as he can.  You run your hand down his abs, caressing every inch possible before rubbing your clit quickly.

“I’m not here to see you.”  

“Do be patient, love.  I'm sure Mary will see her own way out.  Well, that is, unless she wants to join in on the fun?” Ketch peers over his shoulder with smug grin.  Mary is blocking the doorway with her arms crossed.  “Or maybe not.  I never took you as a voyeur, my dear.”

“I’m not here to watch you fuck some whore, Arthur.  I need to talk to you.”  If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn there was a hint of fear in Mary’s voice.

--  

You roll out from underneath Ketch, and there is no shame when you feel his cum run down your legs.  “I’m going to freshen up and I hope that when I come back, she’s gone.  You still have an hour left, love, and I want to make sure you get the most bang for your buck.”  You wink at the two of them and grab your cell off of it’s charger.  Your bathroom door is left open a crack as you pull up your text app.  

>>  I’ll spare you the not so spicy details of having sex with Arthur Ketch but Mary barged in.  Arthur actually suggested we have a threesome.  No offense, but I almost threw up in my mouth.

<< I can never repay you for what you had to go through.  I will make it up to you, I promise.

>> I want to come home John.  I miss you and the boys.  

<< I know baby, I know.  They miss you too.  

>> Mary and Ketch are still talking but you’ll be here soon right?

<< Give me ten minutes, and I will be there with whistles and bells on.

>>  I prefer you in nothing but I’ll take what I can get ;)

<< Naughty girl.

>>  Only for you John. Please hurry.

--

It was obvious that Mary didn’t want to be here.  Not after she kicked you out, but what was she supposed to do?  She couldn’t outright tell you to stop sleeping with Ketch.  The affair had started sometime ago but John wasn’t interested in her sexually anymore.  

“For the record.”  Ketch’s voice startles Mary out of her thoughts as she toys with her hair nervously.  “My boss wanted me to sleep with her.  She has some information that’s very valuable to the British Men of Letters.”  He caresses Mary’s jaw and brings his lips closer to hers.  “Why else would I ever have sex with her?”

“To make me jealous.”  The first kiss barely brushes his lips before Mary straddles his lap and kisses him hard.  “She has no idea how to handle you.”  Her right hand finds Ketch’s soft cock and gently pumps it a couple of times.  

“Mary, please.”  

“What was that Mr. Ketch?”

“Forgive me, Mistress.”  Pleased, she grins as Ketch grows harder in her hand.  “Please, please let me touch you?”

“I don’t know if you should be allowed to after what you did.”  Mary hisses in his ear as she releases him from her hand.  Ketch was actually whining at the loss of contact.  

“Mistress, please…”  

--

The gears were turning in your head as you hopped into the shower  How do I pull this off?  Maybe in another life we could've been friends.  We did work well together.  Nah, we run in different circles, clearly.  She’s obviously not forgiving me anytime soon for sullying her precious sons.  You know what?  That’s fine.  

--

You finished brushing out your hair and turned off the bathroom light when you heard Mary speaking again.  “Arthur, put on your clothes.  We need to get out of here.”

“Now, now Mary.  You know very well that I can’t leave until I get something useful out of Y/N.”

“Are you, disobeying your mistress?”  

“My work will always come before my pleasure, you know that.”  

You smirked at his retort.  Oh Ketch, you dumb bastard.  You never disobey your mistress, even if she is gigantic bitch.  

“I believe Mr. Ketch has half an hour left, Mrs. Winchester.”  You watched as Mary attempted to straighten herself out as you entered the room again.  “I’d ask you to leave but I know you won’t.”

“Damn straight, I’m not leaving here without him.”  

“And what makes Mr. Ketch here so special?”  You ran your hand through his hair and watched as Ketch shifted towards your touch.  

“He’s mine.”  

“Really?”  You smirked as you ran your hands all over Ketch’s body.  Your fingertips traced around Ketch’s nipples and you pinched them hard.  “Because right now, he seems to be loving the attention I’m giving him.”

“Take your dirty hands off of him, right now!”  Mary yelled out.  

“Why on earth would I do that Mary?  I’m not your submissive and I sure as shit don’t take orders from you anymore.”

“You do realize with a couple of phone calls, I could shut this place down.”  Mary was clearly bluffing but it didn’t phase you at all.  “I put you here, and I can put you right back where I found you.”

“For a minute there, I was worried you were going to start quoting The Human League.”  You laughed but Mary wasn’t amused.  “Mary, trust me.  I don’t want your boy toy.”

“What do you want then?”

“Nothin’ that you can give me.” You remove yourself from Ketch when you heard your phone chime.  

>> Boss, John Winchester is waiting downstairs.  You want me to send him up?

<<  Yes, and Charlie?  You deserve a raise for dealing with my bullshit tonight.

>> Set me up with the new girl, and we’ll call it even, okay?

You hit send on the text to Charlie, just to immediately receive one from John.

>> Keep Mary talkin’

<< You got it boss ;)

“There’s something I’ve always been curious about Mary.  How did you find out I was sleeping with your boys?”

Mary scoffed as she unfolded her arms.  “It was Jo Harvelle and her mother.  They were concerned that the boys were spending way too much time with you and your girls.”

“Of fuckin’ course it was Jo.  She was just salty that I never hired her as one of my informants.”

“Your loss was my gain.”  Mary was gloating at this point and you rolled your eyes.  “She’s one hell of a bartender.  Also, I hate to be the one to tell you this but Dean and Sam will never be with you again.”

You honestly couldn't tell if Mary was telling the truth or not.  “I've made my peace with that fact Mary.  Now does John know about your little secret?”

“What I do in my free time is none of my husband's business.”

“Pretty sure it is but Mary, I hate to tell you this but John knows about your affair with Ketch.  He’s known about it for a while now.”

“How - how would he know?”  She was clearly nervous as she peered over at Ketch.  

“I’ll give you three guesses.”  Ketch tried stretching for his pants but you stopped him by kicking them out of his reach.  “but the first two don’t count.”

--

A few hours before Mary would confront you, you were summoned to John’s office.  You took a seat and when he offered you a drink, you declined.  “Am I in trouble?”

“No, not at all.”  John’s smile eased your nerves but there was something nagging at the back of your mind.   “I have a special job for you, if you’re willing to take it that is.”  

“I’ll do whatever you need, sir.”  

John chuckled as he pulled a flask out of his inner right pocket and took a swig.   “I know for certain that Mary is having an affair with someone.  I need you to find out who it is.  I would've asked one of the other girls but they aren't exactly loyal to me.”  

“You got it boss.”  

--

“It’s my word against yours, and honestly, who do you think John is going to believe?”

You grinned as you waved your cell phone in her face.  “Me.”

“How did you -”  You pointed to the security camera that flashed in the corner and pulled up the video on your phone.

“One of my girls set it up.  She was worried about my safety when I told her we would be doing business with the British Men of Letters.  Mick Davies was a lamb, and Toni, well I shouldn’t kiss and tell but she did things to me that would put you to shame Mary.  She owned me completely.” You shivered at the memory.  

“All this proves is that I was right to kick you out.”  Mary scoffed.  “Once a whore, always a whore.  Is there no one you’re loyal to?”

“You won’t like that answer, Mary.”  You crossed your arms across your naked chest as John quietly stepped into the room.  He winked at you as he held his pointer finger up to his lips.  

“The reason you don’t want to answer me is because it would mean for once in your life, you’d have to tell the truth.”  

You smirked.  “You’d know all about telling the truth, wouldn’t you?”  

“Shut up.”

“Fuck you, Mary.  You don’t get to come into my house, and tell me what to do anymore.  You lost that privilege when you pulled a gun on me and kicked me out.”

“I was protecting what was mine!”

“You took the boys away from me, so I decided to take something away from you.”  Mary’s hand twitched before she pulled a gun out of her thigh holster and aimed it at you.  “Mary, you're so predictable.”

“What makes you think I won’t do it this time?”

You moved over to the bed and with Ketch's blessing, you wrapped your arms around his waist.  

“You’d have shoot him to get to me, and I don’t think you want to do that.”  From the corner of your eye you watched as John stepped further into your room.  “You know, most people who cheat on their husband are better at hiding it than this.”  

You contained a laugh and tightened your grip on Ketch who was trying his hardest to get up once he spotted John.  “You just stay right where you are, you British piece of shit.  Y/N, darling, you’re looking better and better each time I see you.”

“Flatterer.”  He missed the faint blush that dusted your cheek because his focus was now on Mary.  “John, I wanted to ask, fucking this guy doesn’t change anything between us, does it?”

“Of course it doesn’t, darlin’.”

--

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[amwritingmeta]

MCM Comic Con London

Heyyyy, my loves!

I went to my first ever Comic Con on Sunday. I know! First ever?? How could this be? What did you make of it? Did you hug a Storm Trooper? Did you get lost in this huge enormous vast building with huge enormous vast rooms filled with huge enormous vast groups of people? Did you pet the TARDIS? Did you meet RAPUNZEL? DID YOU SEE DEADPOOL?? DARTH VADER?? Did you make a friend? Did you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?? Do tell!!

Alrighty, then! (I’m afraid I’m going to prove a huuuuuge disappointment) (but there’s Misha panel commentary further down m’kay?)

So, here’s what I learned about myself from visiting Comic Con: I like small, intimate spaces with assigned seating.

Yeah. I know. Told you that you’d be disappointed. 

It’s basically why I haven’t been to Comic Con before tbh. I knew I’d enjoy milling about and looking at merchandise and graphic novels and oh the fan art and seeing the TARDIS (I did see her but I did not pet her) and R2D2 (he moved around and talked to people and everything) *feelings* and passing Darth Vader in the hallway (true story) and just being in a space filled with people nerding out together like YES. My heart was very full. 

But.

(oh here it comes)

My nerdy heart is pretty much sequestered by SPN. While I enjoy the original Star Wars very, very much because epic (obviously) and have enjoyed Doctor Who (on and off) and while I’m a big GoT fan (yes I shall remain so thanks to the books never mind what they did on those final two episodes of the show but also do not get me starts on what they fucking even DID) and I fucking love Disney and anime and animation of any kind, and have a huge respect and interest for the artistry of graphic noveling, that’s just not my world. 

(I do want to start reading graphic novels though and I’ve been so close to ordering the BtVS ones but... anyone have solid suggestions or advice on where to start, hit me up in DM) (I’ve read a few where the art has been unspeakably gorgeous and just mh!)

But because I’m not deep in anything even approaching a multi-fandom attitude, they just don’t grab at me, you know?

So though I’m so fucking happy that I went - truly am (and nope I did not dress up and though I know I’d enjoy it because who wouldn’t enjoy dressing up as Kahlan from Legend of the Seeker? End of the day, the dressing up is more fun when going with a group of people...) (anyway) - it’s not quite my cuppa. That being said, if Misha comes again next year *dirty* then I’m there. I mean, it’s one tube ride from my place. How the fuck could I not? 

Okay, before those three sentences make me say things I’ll regret in the morning, let’s talk about The Panel!

I’m actually going to open with something that Misha kind of threw out there in the middle of the panel because it made me so excited: he may direct in S15! Ahahahah yes please! I really hope he gets to!

Now, what else?

Highlights for me were:

Him talking about the fandom in his warmest tones, which is something he does on the regular, but he spoke of the positivity of the intensity of our community and how he thinks it’s been really cool to be a part of it and to do charitable work together (hundreds of thousands of volunteer hours and millions of dollars into worthy causes over the years, so kudos, guys, kudos) It’s a wonderful, surreal phenomenon. *his words* *and so very true* (and we all know this is how he feels, but it’s always lovely for him to restate it)

Ruth sending a video message and prompting Misha to talk about when Amara carved the I Am Coming message into Cas’ chest (and Misha thinking Lucifer carved the message and promptly dismissing us correcting him) *snortlaugh* Has everyone heard this story? Because I actually hadn’t. That Misha was making corresponding noises and facial expression to really convey the message and the only thing was that the top brass at the CW were conducting their yearly set visit and were, in fact, standing at the monitor watching him. *MCM audience laugh track* *aw Misha*

Talking about how close the cast is and how much they enjoy JiB, and how they laugh themselves into shape in the Green Room every year. Admittedly the six pack is a lie, but the aching stomach muscles are a truth. *not jealous because the rest of us are having Just As Much Fun In Our Corner* >.>

When asked what he’ll miss most about the show: the fun they have on set and the people, including the crew, since they all know each other so well and have grown up together. But also he’ll miss the Supernatural community. He knows it won’t go away immediately, but, as these things go, it will dwindle. He’ll miss the fire and intensity that is there when the show is on the air. 

Which is fair, because there will be a dropping off, there will be a slowing down, it’s inevitable, but I honestly can’t see this family ever just dispersing entirely. And I almost wanted to get up there and suggest to him that they consider keeping the JiB torch burning, because giving this community of ours a few set points of warmth each year where people (if they so choose) get to interact with them while also getting to reunite with people we don’t otherwise get to see often and to have those points of warmth to aim for and gather around is a sure-fire way to keep the flame alive. Right? I’m not expecting them to continue doing the con circuit because omfg no, but to have one or two points a year...

Anyway.

Misha trying to do a Scottish accent makes him sound like a leprechaun with a lisp. *ehehe*

Misha telling us that the writers gave them the option to draw out the story for another two-three seasons, or land it in one kick-ass final season, and they all chose one kick-ass final season, which makes me so happy for them, that they get to finish strong and on their terms. It’s so well-deserved.

(I think I’m just going through the panel moment-by-moment at this point) (the panel was apparently the highlight)

Him talking about The Adventurous Eaters Club - the cookbook he’s writing with Vicki that I cannot wait to read, tbh, because I do believe kids often say no at the dinner table because they’re trying to stay in control of the situation, rather than them not really wanting to eat, and as a grown-up, recognising this and relenting control and allowing them free reign to be a part of building their dinner from the ground up and getting them excited about food and understanding the process of actually creating a meal is so damn healthy. Well, if that’s the objective of the cookbook! Just what I’m taking from the premise, but, hands against heart, I adore them both.

Talking about his favourite vehicles for Cas and saying that he’d love for Cas to get a smart car and squeeze Sam into the passenger seat and omfg PLEASE yes. *the imagery is so  e n t i c i n g*

Going full-meta and talking about Cas’ travails going to get the fruit of life without his wings in S13, looking up a flight on Expedia, sitting squished into the middle seat, saying no thank you to food, getting through customs with that bag of fruit, probably getting held up. (quite impressive actually because this happened more than a season ago and clearly he’s given the story gap some thought) (and he remembers) (astonishing) 

*^^^ sarcasm, guys* *sarcasm* :)

If Cas gets to be happy, he will die (my addition: unless he’s, you know, human) :P

Cas’ wings are rainbow (and I’m immediately thinking of them almost like peacock *shhhh don’t even start* feathers that shift tone in the light so that they shimmer rather than are divided up into single colour feathers in a rainbow pattern) (wow I took that seriously af) (but mh gorgeous wings!)

Maison is a goddamn rockstar. *not literally but internally* :)

Okay, so that’s the panel done. And dusted. *sparkly*

And then I met up with a friend of a friend who I’d actually met briefly at JiB - her name is Katie - and I stood in line with her as she waited for Misha autos and I met the loveliest Scottish bloke named Oliver, mostly because I desperately needed to charge my mobile and just said out loud “Does anyone have a mobile charger” and the blessed man turned around and said “Yes, I have one”, so he lent me his mobile charger and was gushing over his photo-op with Misha (it really is the most adorable photo ever) and Oliver was entirely flustered with happiness and just *my heart strings* and then he fucked off and didn’t come back for his charger! 

He just disappeared! Without as much as a by-your-leave!

So we waited. And waited. It was terrible. Having to stand there. Not knowing. Okay, kidding, but we did wait and wait and tried to look for him, but he just didn’t come back.

But just now, ten minutes ago, he followed me on Twitter!! I just accosted him going OMG IT IS YOU IS IT NOT! Do I have your charger?? And it is he and now I don’t have to have a guilty conscience anymore, though I did ease it by thinking that he was the one who literally effed the fuck off and didn’t return. Anyway. What drama, huh? Guess that’s Comic Con, for you. And I got to add the resolution! *sweet*

It was a grand old indoor day and then we went down to the river for food and lots of alcoholic really-really-tasty beverages and good company. 

The End.

[alleiradayne]

SPN MinnCon Day 3

You know what, I’m pulling the I-just-gave-birth-to-a-tiny-helpless-human card. That’s why I didn’t get back to this sooner. Also my mom and aunt were in town helping out a ton but it also kept me away from Tumblr most days.

So. MinnCon Day 3. This day was the day for me. I had been looking forward to the whole weekend for months. But truly, this day was something that I had been freaking out about for about two weeks for two reasons. 1.) Jared Photo Op. 2) Jared 30 Minute Meet and Greet.

I’ll preface this with the fact that I am a dyed-in-the-wool Jared/Sam stan. I cannot get enough of him and his smile and his sense of humor and his hair and his compassion and his empathy and his brain and his eyes. Okay, yeah, I love the 6′4″ mansuit he inhabits, too.

When you read this, you’re going to see a lot of Jared. A decent bit of Jensen, too (I took a lot of pictures of him). But I’ll be writing a lot more about Jared. Except for the meet and greets. Which... ugh, I wish I could tell you guys about his 30 minute meet and greet as well as his 10 minute for VIP. But I can’t. :(

Buckle up bitches, this shits long...

It was the first picture I took.

The day started out with the Gold Panel. If you haven’t seen it yet, my fellow VIP’er, Sue, gave Jared a thing of cupcakes when he called on her for a question and she didn’t have one ready. So she asked him if he wanted a cupcake. There’s rules about giving them food; I guess they’re not supposed to take it, but Jared was like, “Uh shit yeah I want a cupcake.”

He was only supposed to take one for each of them. But I don’t think he could hear her very well. So he took the whole thing. I was supposed to eat one of those fucking cupcakes.

And then:

CUPCAKEPOCALYPSE

It went on for several minutes. Jared dropped the cupcakes (THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO EAT) and made a giant mess. A creation staff person came out to help, a fan offered baby wipes, and Jensen had to help clean Jared’s face.

“Help a brother out, man.”

“You are beyond help.”

Brothers. I swear.

Questions were fun and it was during this panel that I could tell that the day would be distinctly different from previous con’s Sundays. We all know Jared is quite a bit more talkative than Jensen. But today, that would not be the case. Someone put a quarter in Jensen...

He’s so pretty.

Again, I’m not sure what someone said (I know I could go watch the video but, time) but Jensen busted out the imaginary popcorn.

And then there were more wonderful pictures of Jared.

See. Lots of Jared.

If you want to see ALL of the pictures I took (and edited) from the entire weekend:

GO HERE

The flicker album will be available until flickr decides to get rid of free accounts or whatever nonsense Yahoo wants to do with flickr.

After the gold panel I had Jared’s 30 minute meet and greet and his photo op. I was hoping that by waiting to post this, I’d have my .jpg from Chris, but I don’t.  The meet and greet was fantastic. There were 20 people in that session, and we drew numbers for seats. I got number 6 which ended up being right in the middle of the front row. I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky...

I got to ask my very weird question and got a very cogent and incredibly self-aware answer that kind of blew me away. And we even had time to sneak in my follow-up, which also resulted in another ridiculously self-aware response. And he remembered these questions because he later brought the topic up again at the 10 minute VIP.

Now the photo op. I’m pretty sure this interaction tops the entire weekend (just sneaking past his autograph and getting a smooch from Rob Benedict). Remember the fact that I’m 37 weeks pregnant. I had no clue what the hell to do for this photo op. I was wearing my self-made maternity “Love Yourself First” t-shirt, all black, with red/black buffalo plaid. I don’t know if it was entirely obvious that I was pregnant as I walked up to Jared for my op.

The VIP folks with his op got to go first. I opted, out of the four of us with his op, to go last. I walked up as Bang A Gong (Get It On) played, and whenever there is music playing, I cannot help but dance a bit. So my dumbass does my white-girl shimmy up to him and he laughed as he did his own short dance, but then proceeded to damn near do the splits to take the picture. I’m 5′4″. He’s 6′4″. I definitely didn’t want to take a picture with my face at his sternum. He knew that.

But other than that I didn’t know what to do. So I told him that. Here’s the conversation:

“Hey. I really don’t know what to do because she’s in the way,” I said as I pointed at my very-much-in-the-way-pregnant-stomach.

Jared’s eyes popped when he looked and then immediately started rubbing my stomach. Now normally, I would not have been okay with some rando touching my pregnant stomach without asking.

Jared Padalecki is not some rando. And he asked, “How far along are you?”

I laughed as I said, “I’m due in three weeks.”

If I thought his eyes popped before, they damn near fell out of his head at that. He replied, “Holy shit, how the fuck are you on your feet?! That is so badass, I can’t believe you’re here!” He held up his hand for a high-five, which I did, and he grabbed my hand to hold on to it. He then asked me my name. I told him and mentioned I’d been to the con last year with my sister and she was sad she couldn’t make it this year. And he then said, “Jeanna, awesome, I’m so sorry your sister couldn’t be here. But, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” I told him I was great and that I’d been looking forward to this for months even though I’m huge and was really nervous about this photo op.

He then pulled me into him, wrapped his arms around me (like he does for most of his ops) and we took the picture. With his arms still around me, he looked me in the eye and said, “It was wonderful to meet you again. I am so glad you are here and that you’re doing so well. Is this your first?”

“Yup.”

“I am so happy for you, that’s awesome. I remember Gen had the pregnancy glow, you look absolutely stunning, you’re rockin’ it hard. Thank you again for being here. I’ll see you again later in VIP.”

I thanked him and hugged him once more and he kissed the top of my god damn head.

And then I left the photo op room. As I was walking out of the room, a fellow VIP’er was waiting for me and saw me walking out. I think I had the worst dead-eyes face on because she said, “What happened?! Did something go wrong with your op?!”

And I said, “No. It was amazing I’m fucking speechless and don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m forgetting something. I... don’t know what to do all of a sudden.”

“Breathe, honey. You’re forgetting to breathe.”

You’re god damn right I was forgetting to breathe. I mean, this just happened:

I couldn’t have asked for a better photo.

Moving on...

Next was Mark Pellegrino’s panel which was stellar. I love him.

Rob came out eventually and was giving Mark the Dad stare. I kinda wish Rob would look at me like that... eh, @atc74?

And then there was some funny God and His Children interactions.

Such a stellar cast.

And then there was the Jensen and Jared main panel.

Guys. Gals. There are so many fucking pictures I took. Here’s a random sampling:

It was an amazing panel. Like I said someone put a quarter in Jensen and he was just on point this year. Compared to other cons and videos I’ve watched, he really came out of his shell at this event and put on an amazing show with Jared. I absolutely recommend watching all the videos from this convention because they are so worth it.

After the main panel was Mark’s, Jensen’s, and Jared’s 10 minute VIP meet and greets. Holy shit were they great. Again, can’t really talk about them, but I got to sit next to Jared and he doesn’t understand personal space. I’ll leave it at that.

The night ended with autographs. I hit up Jared’s first, which in hindsight wish I’d done last but oh well. I hopped in line and when he saw me he said, “Remind me how long you’ve got?” as he reached out and touched my stomach again. I told him it was three weeks out and he smiled and shook his head as he said, “Damn, you are a fucking trooper. Congratulations again. Keep kickin’ ass.” He signed the photo, thanked me, and I thanked him. Right as I stepped away, he said, “You tweet that baby’s picture right away! I wanna see her face!”

I did tweet a picture, but I don’t think he saw it. That’s okay, I didn’t really think he would.

Jensen was next, who I had sign my J2 op from the previous year with my sister. While signing, his mala bead bracelet got stuck on the table cloth. My first thought was to say, “What did you do, Ray?” in my best Winston impression. And Jensen didn’t miss a beat. “I couldn’t help it. It just popped in there...”

Thanks for knowing your Ghostbusters references, Jensen.

Last but not least was Misha. Aside from his 10-min meet and greet, I’d never really interacted with him. There was a short wait for him as he finished up his Castiel photo ops. My VIP liaison and I were waiting together because she had an op for his auto too. And then he arrived, got settled and waved us over. I had him sign the first op my sister and I ever got from 2016 with Misha and Mark Sheppard. Mark had signed it last year.

And Misha remembered from VIP on Saturday that I was pregnant and asked me about it. When I told him it was a girl, he said, “Oh yeah, you’re gonna love it, it’s stupidly fun. Picked a name yet?” and I told him we decided on Elizabeth. His response was, “How cool, my sister’s name is Elizabeth. You have fun with that baby and don’t listen to anyone. Follow your gut. Science, too. But trust yourself. You got this.”

And then we were done. I went back to the VIP room, helped clean up a bit, gathered my stuff, and headed for my car. The second I walked out of the room, I started crying because... it was over. Everything was done, all the things I’d been looking forward to for months were... done. Just like that, in the blink of an eye, the weekend was behind me.

I’m still not over it. I’m waiting for the next opportunity to meet them all again. I called my sister in that moment of sudden sadness and told her that we absolutely had to do VIP together at Chicago, or hope they come back to Minneapolis soon. I can’t imagine doing a con without VIP again.

And the weekend wouldn’t have been what it was without all the people I met and new friends I made. You’re all wonderful and amazing and I can’t thank you enough for how welcoming you all were.

I hope you all enjoyed reading these. I think I’ll put a master post together to link to all three parts/days and add a link to the flickr album there as well. Thanks again for reading!