#jensen ackles deserves the world

[jacklesthings]

I'm going to talk about The Winchesters season finale:

OMG!! Jensen and Robbie did it!!

Now we are talking!! Not a stupid death and driving for 40 years without nothing more. This is what Dean needed it, save the world one more time 💕 and not only one world ALL the worlds ❤️❤️❤️

Dean deserved it

I feel my heart more light now and I found peace with Dean's death, they healed my heart and my soul. He is still dead but now he had a mission, one more hunt, he saved the whole world's, he is an hero 💕

That lame death and him riding Baby for freaking 40 years is in the past.

I will be forever grateful to Jensen, Robbie and Danneel for this.

And Dean looked so good 🔥 and they put Keep on ramblin AND Rambling on 🫶🏼💕 glorious

The cameos of Bobby and Jack were a beautiful surprise, in my case more Bobby than Jack, and it makes me happy to think Dean has Bobby in this last adventure.

I really loved the finale, I personally needed this close of Dean's journey.

[babyjaans]

I know it has been said again and again and again. But dean winchester did not deserve to die on a fucking rebar only six months after gaining his freedom from chuck!! They wrote such a beautifully complex character who has gone through literal hell and back, who has grown up and changed so much,,,, and they couldn’t even give him a decent ending??? He had wanted to retire, he DESERVED to retire!! He did not go through years of being a soldier for his father, spending his childhood being a parent for his brother, decades of torture in hell, fighting against all of heaven and hell, only to finally find some semblance of a family, then lose said family and die on some stupid vampire hunt. How did that ending even make it out of the writers room??

[jackles010378]

It's been a great week, don't you think 🥰❤️🫶🏼

[ghost-in-a-raincoat]

Where's that picture of Dean Winchester that says, "He is like a woman to me" ? Where is it?

[imherefordeanandbones]

My heart goes to all of you 💓

fanfiction writers are the literal backbone of society

[lol-jackles]

How was that? Oh Jensen doesn't have what it takes to be a leader! oh Jensen doesn't have a q-score! oh Jensen's deal with Amazon is long gone.

Keep your unemployed Jared, and your stupid comments while we celebrate Jensen's well deserved rise to the top of TV. Karma always wins in the end!

Yup, I still stand by my opinion that Jensen isn't a leader. Hopefully he's learned his lesson from The Winchester debacle and step it up going forward. But I have a bad feeling he's going to hand off the pressure and responsibilities onto his co-lead. For years the J2 were publicly credited for creating a good work environment on the SPN set, to the point that Misha promised in the Entertainment Weekly "End of the Road" article to bring the "J2’s legendary team work" magic to your set if you would just hire me! Time and Walker have proven that it was primarily Jared who cultivated a good work environment.

Jensen doesn't have a Q score since 2018, that is the fact. I said Amazon had the option to renew their deal through his production company. CMP is not producing The Countdown.

Nah, I'm going to keep commenting on MY blog. Jensen was unemployed for a total of 3 years compared to Jared's current unemployment of 3 weeks although his prospects is very good so don't worry, Jared will be in another project soon, he just has to make a choice.

Jensen is finally a lead of his own tv show, I'm genuinely happy for his fans, they waited for so long! And a copaganda show at that! (to use AAs' own words in their reactions to Walker lol)

Yes Karma always wins in the end, and Jared has more wins than Jensen when you look at their career side by side. Even if The Countdown goes for 4 seasons, Walker will still have more episodes.

Since Karma always wins, I suggest you remember that the next time you send these messages...

This is why everybody hate Ackles Army since the time of Days of Our Lives. Fandom history said that the soap opera fandom tried to warn SPN fans that they're going to be in the world of hurt because of Jensen's extreme fans.

[piptoost]

Or, my personal favorite

Dean: you didn’t look for me while I was in purgatory and was starting a relationship with some lady?

Meanwhile, after Sam gets put into the cage with Lucifer…

Dean: welp, he’s gone forever so why should I try? Hi Lisa 😋

dean: you didnt look for me when i was in purgatory 😠😠😠

*mary gets put into apocalypse world*

dean: mom is DEAD!!!! give up sam!!! dont piss me off!!!

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 15

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. As I mentioned last chapter, some chapters may get heavy going forward (like the last one) so, just make sure you check the trigger warnings and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: none.

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Jensen leaves numerous texts throughout the week and calls a few times morning and night, but I refuse to read or answer any of them. The guilt blooms into a giant stone, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. With the wedding only a few short days away, Stella keeps me very busy. She calls and texts almost as constantly as Jensen with stresses and questions and just looking for reassurance. 

Thankful for the distraction, I throw myself fully into helping Stella get ready for the wedding, not letting my mind to wander to anything else outside of my few shifts at the coffee shop. As the days pass her bridezilla shows a little more, but she’s not the angry, egotistical bridezilla, just excited and stressed. I help her through each hiccup passionately; trying to be the best Maid-of-Honor I can be. I figure that despite the rest of my life being a mess, I can at least ensure my best friend has the best wedding possible.

Finally, on the night before the big day, I arrive at sunset ready to stay the night and support her while Nick stays with Travis. While Stella isn’t the most traditional, Nick is, so she agreed to keep a few things traditional for him; one of them being not seeing each other before the ceremony. We’ve popped a wine, but at Nick’s request, I’m heavily monitoring her intake, restricting the both of us to just one glass; a slightly fuller glass than usual maybe, but one glass nonetheless. Despite her love for the drink, I know she’ll regret it if she’s hung over on her wedding day too. So, I take on my duties as seriously as possible, without being a buzzkill; I still want her to have the time of her life. 

I’d helped the other bridesmaids and groomsmen set up the venue in the morning–all under the watchful eye of the bride–so all we have to worry about now is relaxing. The bridesmaids, along with the beauticians and photographer will be here bright and early to start getting everyone ready, so I’m determined to get some rest tonight and make sure the bride-to-be does as well. 

We’re sitting on the couch watching terrible reality TV in silence while sipping our wine when she pulls me from my reverie. “So, no plus one for tomorrow then?”

“Nah. It’s fine, I’ll dance with Travis. It’s just a dance, tomorrow’s all about you anyway.”

“Look, Nick told me what he said to you…”

“Stell-”

“You were acting different, distant. You stopped telling me anything about your life…I live vicariously through you, you know. You’re not a distraction and you don’t bring me down.” She places her glass on the coffee table and scoots over closer so she can place her hands on my knees. “Look, I’m getting married tomorrow, and I want my best friend standing next to me. Not some shell of her. I want you, the dramatic, bubbly you that I dragged around to college parties. You’re the one that convinced me to give Nick a shot in the first place and dive head first into this. You’re the one that taught me to be spontaneous, and not judge all guys based on a couple of bad experienced. And now I just feel like you need to use some of that energy on yourself.”

I place my glass on the coffee table with hers and then wrap her in a big hug. “Oh, Stella. I’ve missed you. I’m a mess, and I just want you to get every happiness that you deserve…the perfect wedding, your promotion – that you neglected to tell me about, by the way – you deserve the world and I didn’t want to cast any shadows.”

“You’re the Yin to my Yang, just as you were the Yang to my Yin when I needed it. That’s what best friends are for. That’s why you’re my Maid-of-Honor and not one of the other girls I’ve known longer. We just clicked, and you’ve helped me through so much. Let me return the favor…you used to let me. Don’t stop just because Nick is over cautious. I love the man and I cannot wait to marry him, but he was in the wrong with what he said and I told him as much.”

I pull back slightly to meet her eyes. “I don’t want to cause any issues between you and Nick.”

“You didn’t. He did, but we’re working through that. I want you guys to get along, but more than that I want us to be okay.”

I nod and pull her back into my arms. “We’re okay. We’re always okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” She pulls back and takes a sip of her wine before leaning back in the couch. “Oh and you’re not a mess. You’ve lived such a full, dramatic life with the biggest dreams while I’ve done all I can to stay on the reasonable path. I’m jealous. But because I’ve heard your stories and watched you, I know you’re gonna get everything you deserve. I just hope you’ll let me watch you and hear all about it.”

“Yeah, right…full and dramatic…Being cheated on and turned down from a hundred auditions and struggling to pay my bills one week to the next…Very full…”

“You’ve also lived in multiple states and overseas. I’ve never lived outside of Manhatten. And the auditions are amazing! I’ve spent years reading textbooks and designing social ads, while you’re off playing characters and living a hundred different lives. I wish I had your talent. Those producers just don’t know what they’re missing. After the wedding there’s an audition I think you should go to…I hope I didn’t over step but I already submitted your name and portfolio.”

“Stell, I don’t know…”

“It’s just one more audition. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll be right here and I’ll help you get an internship at the firm. You can be boring and responsible like me, if that’s what you want, I’ll help. But just go to the audition first.”

“I haven’t gotten any emails…If they call or email me with a callback I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll get one, trust me. The right exec will see your potential.”

An ad comes on the TV for a music hire store and it triggers something in my mind. “Maybe…In the meantime, did you ever organise music for tomorrow? I didn’t see a sound system or jukebox or anything like we talked about.”

“Yeah. We found a live band. Someone offered their services for a good price. Which I’m so thankful for, as cool as a jukebox would have been, I’m so much happier to have real people performing for us. The setlist may be a little different then we planned, but I’m sure it’ll be fine. They said they’ll bring all there own equipment so…”

“They offered at an affordable price in New York? Did you hear them first? Are they any good?”

“You think I’d risk letting some amateurs ruin my first dance? I’ve seen them perform, they’re good.”

“Alright. I look forward to it then.”

“Me too. So, we’re good?”

“Of course, we were never not good.”

“Good. I can go get some beauty rest then?”

“Not that you’re not plenty beautiful already. But yeah, we both should, big day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, thanks for convincing Nick to leave the wine. I don’t think I ever would’ve calmed the jitters enough to address all that or sleep otherwise.”

“Anytime.”

Stella stands up and goes upstairs. I take both glasses to the sink and clean them before shutting off the TV and going up to the guestroom. I lay snuggled up in the plush blankets staring at the ceiling as sleep evades me. Despite feeling slightly lighter now that the tension between me and Stella is out in the open, the stone of guilt in my stomach is still the size of a grapefruit. Then the thought of another audition builds a ball of anxiety around it. Sick of staring endlessly into the darkness I reach for my phone and turn it on. As I scroll through the notifications I notice there’s been no recent texts or calls from Jensen. While I can’t blame him, it’s disappointing to know that he’s finally given up. But I know it’s all my own fault. I try to push away the depressing thoughts. I shut off my phone and roll over, throwing the blankets over my head. I will sleep to come.

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Taglist: @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27, @n-o-p-e-never, @deansimpalababy,

@winchesterwild78, @kr804573, @chriszgirl92

[samanddean76]

A Fistful Of Sammy's

An ancient grimoire has been searching for the man that is destined to wield it for the good of all.  With the power that was imbued upon it, Lux gained sentience and hid herself away, appearing as nothing more than a smoothly polished rock.  Now she waits.  The problem?  The Stanford-Era Sam Winchester that the grimoire meets is not the only Sam searching for it.  And thanks to a little time travel the list of those seeking her is growing longer by the minute.  Once Soulless Sam and Demon Dean are added into the mix?  Things start to go sideways.  But then a couple of Hollywood actors trapped in Canada, who happen to look just like them and know everything about them, turn out to be crucial to Sam and Dean being able to save the day. 

Will an Apocalypse World Bobby (no, not that one) and a battle ravaged Castiel help or hinder?  Will the all-too helpful Gabriel guide Sam to the truth, or lead him astray?  And will Sam ever get the happy ending he so desperately deserves? 

Come along on a wild ride, with Metallica as the soundtrack, and an ending that hinges on one impossible choice.

Fandoms: Supernatural and Supernatural RPF

Rated: Explicit | Word Count: 44,276

This is what happens when you have four Sam's, four Dean's, two Castiel's, two Jared and Jensen's, one Gabriel, one John, and one Jack in the same story.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Demon Dean/Soulless Sam, Sam Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, John Winchester/Sam Winchester

Major Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Additional Tags: AU, Time Travel, Will Reference Events From All Seasons Plus Prior To Series, Jared & Jensen from Season 6 - The French Mistake, Stanford Era Sam, Dean, & John, Soulless Sam, Demon Dean, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Dubious Consent, Non-Graphic Violence, Unorthodox Demon Healing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sam & Dean Being The Best Of Brothers, Castiel Gets A Power Up, Sam Gets A Power Up, An OC For The Ages, Literally

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight on AO3

Hey! How about we turn it into The Samstraveganza Verse? Mmmm, okay, I'm sold.

Tell Me Something I Don't Know - Soulless Sam/Demon Dean one-shot on AO3

Art Post on Tumblr | Art Post on AO3

@xpurdyglambertx @wipbigbang

Excerpt from Chapter Six under the break....

Sam could see himself through Dean’s eyes.  From the moment he was the baby lying in the maternity ward.  Later when he played in his crib in the nursery of his only real home.  How scared Dean felt as he raced out the front door with his little Sammy held tight.  Through more dingy motel rooms and abandoned houses than either of them ever wanted to think about.  On the first day of middle school, when Sam had been so scared, Dean had looked down at him with pride, assuring his kid brother that he was going to be better than any of his classmates.  Helping Sam to get ready for his first dance, pinning on the boutonniere that he had stolen from the flower shop.  Wishing how it would have been him to escort his Sammy. 

“I would have danced with you, at least once.  Spun my big brother around the floor.”  The words echoed across his mind, and when Dean tried to deepen the kiss that they were sharing, Sam knew that he’d heard it, and shared the sentiment.  He thrust harder into the willing flesh before him, finding untold joy as each thrust was matched by Dean pushing back with his own hips.  Trying to help Sam sink in even deeper. 

[midnightstar-90]

Fanfic Suggestions

This is a masterlist of all the fanfics that I have read and give a "10/10 Would Read Again" Rating. I love these writer's works, and I believe they deserve the recognition. They inspire me and my writing, and I am truly thankful for that.

I am incorporating both Tumblr and Wattpad Fanfics. If it has a user, it's a Tumblr writing, and no user is a Wattpad writing.

Hope y'all enjoy ❤️

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@chiefdirector's Rookie Masterlist (T.B/Chenford)

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Percy Jackson Series

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[jawritter]

Something About Fate...

Chapter 2

Summary: Y/N has been homeless and living on the streets of Dallas, Texas since the start of Covid. Until one day, a handsome, green eyes strange notices her and turns her whole world upside down.

Warning: Homelessness, fear of sex trafficking, brief mention of past relationship. Brief mention of almost assault.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (eventually).

Word Count: 4519

A/N: This series is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! This series will contain mature content eventually, and therefore is unsuitable for persons under 18 years of age! Anyone under the age of 18 will be blocked for my blog! Thanks so much for reading! I hope you all enjoy this series!

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“Dangerously low temperatures will reach through all of Dallas and the surrounding counties tonight as the arctic blast pushes its way further south, plunging almost all of Texas into a deadly cold where temperatures will remain well below freezing for the next two days,” the distant voice of the weatherman announced on a television set that was perched on the wall of the lavish, or at least lavish to Y/N, hotel that Jensen walked her into, waving off someone that looked like hotel staff as they rushed towards the pair in the otherwise empty lobby. 

“It’s fine,” Jensen announced quickly, “She’s with me.”

The man looked understandably confused but nodded and backed away from Jensen towards his perch by the wall, his dark brown eyes drifting back to the weather channel that continued to report the excessive cold temperatures.

Somewhere, way deep down in the darkest corner of her subconscious, Y/N had a feeling had Jensen not found her on the side of the little sandwich shop tonight, well, there’s no nice way to say it, she most likely would have frozen to death due to the rain and plummeting temperatures. 

She shivered hard as Jensen led her through the expansive lobby towards a small room off to the side of the check in desk, fishing at his wallet as he did so. 

To say she felt out of place was an understatement. There were expensive looking furnishings sitting about the room on pristine marble tiled floors. She was pretty sure you could go through there with a white glove on the tables and lamps that sat around and not even find a speck of dust on them, making her feel like the dirtiest thing in the room, and judging by the guy’s reaction when they walked in, he agreed with her assessment.   

“I know you’re cold honey,” Jensen said, placing a steady hand on her lower back as he led her into the small store-like area the hotel had set up for guests to purchase things they may have forgotten to pack for their stay. It had things like snacks, soaps, shampoo and conditioner, feminine sanitary products, razors; just about anything one would need if they were going to have to stay suddenly overnight, which she was. Still, she never expected Jensen to bring her into the little room to get her anything, he’d already fed her and brought her out of the cold for the night, what more could she really ask for? He’d already done more than she felt like she deserved, even if she wasn’t entirely sure of his motives…

“Okay,” Jensen said as he closed the door behind the pair of them. “I know you don’t have much, and I’m sure you don’t have a lot to bath with,” he said as he made his way around the room, grabbing bottles of soap, shampoo, conditioner, and razors. “I’m sure you don’t want to smell like a guy. Grab what you want or need, money isn’t a problem.”

Y/N stood there stunned into silence as she watched him gathering bottles of soap and hair products, even deodorant. She couldn’t even move an inch. She was rooted in the spot, staring at him with wide eyes, afraid if she blinked, she’d wake up from whatever dream this was, and find herself outside freezing to death again.

“I know that they don’t have clothes here, but we can tackle that in the morning. I got some extra stuff that’s probably gonna swallow you whole, but at least you will be warm and dry,” he continued as he turned around to find her standing by the door, stunned and trembling from sheer to God shock as well as being cold. 

His features softened, and he stepped forward with the items he’d collected in his arms, making sure to keep his voice as calm and unthreatening as possible. 

“I know you must think I’m nuts, but trust me just a little, okay? I just want to help you.”

Y/N nodded, forcing the sudden flow of tears that threatened to make their famous appearance at bay because she didn’t want to cry in front of this man, this stranger. Though, no one had ever wanted to help her before. No one.

“Finding everything you need Mr. Ackles?” A younger woman said from the little door that opened up at the top, revealing the other side of the desk at the entrance. Jensen quickly cleared his throat, and nodded at the girl before passing what he had in his arms, along with a black credit card towards her for payment. 

“Yeah, this should get us started,” he told her as she bagged the toiletries for him. “Can you tell them I’ll be ordering room service later tonight, as well as a laundry pick up in the morning? If one of you guys wants a little extra tip, I might get someone that is willing to make a Walmart pick up for me as well tomorrow.”

“Absolutely,” she answered him, giving him what Y/N recognized right away as a very flirtatious smile. It made her wonder if they knew each other more than just from the hotel. Maybe Jensen had a habit of picking up women. 

Jensen paid the girl no mind as he took the bag from her hand, mumbling a quick, ‘thanks’, before guiding Y/N back through the door they had come in from, and towards the double elevator that stood in the foyer. 

There were a few people standing around by now, but none of them seemed to pay the pair any mind as they waited for the doors to open for them. Y/N was grateful. She didn’t really like it when people started to look or pay close attention to her, because that’s when someone would complain, and when people complained, it usually meant she was about to get tossed out, told to move, or something was about to be ruined for her all because she was obstructing the local “Karen’s” view. 

Mercifully, they didn’t have to wait long for the elevator to open, and even more miraculously, it was free of other guests. Still, she didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until they closed securely behind her, and Jensen reached around to hit the button that would bring them to the top floor. 

That’s when the reality of what was happening really started to dawn on her as Jensen stood next to her, bag of products in his hands, seemingly unfazed by his damp hair or shirt. Then again, maybe she wasn’t as cold as she was just terrified…

Truely, he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on, now that she really could stop and look at him safely. She couldn’t understand why the hell he’d noticed someone like her. Most of the time, men like Jensen just ignored her when they walked by on the street. The only men that really paid girls like her any kind of attention lived on the street too, or they were some creeper that usually ended up having to be put in their place so that they would leave her alone.

She didn’t understand, and maybe she never would. 

The elevator doors opened as the lift came to a slow halt, and Jensen placed a firm hand on her back as he led her through the doors to the empty hallway, and down to what was almost the last room before fishing out his key card, and opening the door for her to step inside first. 

Her legs felt like they had a ton and a half of bricks tied to them, but somehow, despite what was probably her better judgment, Y/N stepped inside of the immaculate room. The only real evidence that Jensen was even staying there was the phone charger that was plugged up on the small bar, that had a tiny sink attached to it, and a black suitcase that sat in the corner by the large window in the room, overlooking downtown Dallas. 

It was really coming down now, and she could tell by the amount of condensation on the window of the warm room that the temperature must really be dropping fast outside. 

“It’s not much,” Jensen said behind her as he locked the door, and a cold chill ran down her spine as a fast moment of possible regret flooded her system. Usually when men brought a woman to a room and locked the door behind them, what followed wasn’t a good thing. “But this is all the convention hotel had left. I guess a lot of people got stranded at the airport the way we all did because of the weather.”

Y/N didn’t want to look pathetic by pointing out that his ‘not much’ to her look like a fucking palace! In the room there was a small kitchen, dishwasher included, it had been years since she’d seen one of those, a full-sized fridge, couch, and a large king-sized bed off to the side, with a room adjacent that she assumed was the bathroom, which she also assumed was probably just as grandiose as the room she was standing in seemed. 

For years, she’d lay on park benches or under overpasses at night, looking at the lights from these buildings, hoping, praying, wishing she could just stay a night in one of those rooms, just one night to break the cycle. 

“Y/N?” Jensen called her name, standing somewhat close to her, causing her to jump back from him, and he immediately threw his hands in the air and took a step backward in an attempt to show her that he meant no harm. “Are you okay sweetheart?”

She only nodded, because at this point, she didn’t really know how ‘okay’ she actually was, or how ‘okay’ she was going to walk away from this. 

Jensen passed her the bag of products he’d collected for her downstairs, and cleared his throat, suddenly a little more awkward than he was a moment ago. “Bathroom’s through there,” he nodded towards the bedroom area of the room before stepping beside her and making his way over to the suitcase, digging out a white T-shirt and a pair of black jogging shorts before bringing them over to her. 

“They’re gonna be huge on you,” he said with an embarrassed chuckle, "but they're dry, and in the morning, we will see about getting you some clothes that actually fit.”

Y/N tried to smile, but fell short somewhere as a trail of tears made their way down her cheek in spite of herself. 

Jensen made no hesitation at stepping forward and wrapping her up in a crushing hug as if he was going to do all that he could manage to hold her together. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Jensen attempted to assure her, which for some reason only made her cry harder. Because honestly, she didn’t feel as if everything was going to be alright, and she hadn’t felt like anything was going to be alright for a long time. “One step at a time, okay? Let’s start with getting you showered, and dry, okay?” Jensen said, placing his lips briefly to the side of her forehead. Maybe he was just an affectionate person? Either way it distracted her enough to calm her down, and maybe that’s all he wanted to do. Distract her, so she nodded, cleared her throat, and unwillingly pushed herself out of his hold gently. 

“You go get cleaned up,” Jensen prompted, “take your time, there’s no rush. It’s not like either of us have anywhere to be and I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve been able to take some time to yourself. I’m gonna change into something dry myself, and order a fuck ton of junk food, then we’re just gonna chill for tonight, and maybe get to know one another a little bit better.”

“Thank you,” Y/N finally forced herself to say as she turned and made her way on shaky legs towards the biggest bathroom she’d ever been in and closed the door, locking it behind her because deep down, she was still a little afraid of Jensen. Some of the best serial killers out there were abnormally attractive men. 

She took a deep breath and looked around the pristine, white room with a huge shower and sink. She shook from head to toe as she made her way over to the sink to sit down her borrowed clothing and her bag of toiletries. That’s when she saw herself in the mirror for the first time in days, and honestly, she didn’t recognize the woman that looked back at her. 

Her hair was a mess, her face was dirty even though she'd just bathed two days ago at the splash pad showers. There was a cut on her cheek that she didn’t even remember getting, and her close looked somewhat dingy and ragged out like a used dish-cloth. 

There was a time she wouldn’t leave her apartment until she had a full face of makeup, and not a hair out of place. Now, she sat on the street corners looking like this. How the hell did Jensen even stand to hug her?

With utter disgust in herself, she reached over and turned on the shower, letting the spray run hot as she quickly rid herself of her clothing, and tossed them into an empty laundry bag on the floor provided by the hotel, and stepped inside the scalding spray, attempting to wash at least some of it all away, at least for tonight. 

She scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until she thought her skin might peel off of her. She did the same with her hair, and even went as far to shave the things she’d neglected shaving in years, and by the time she was finished, she almost felt human again for the first time in three years. 

Once she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, hair wrapped in a towel, and her body draped in a fluffy white towel of its own, she stepped in front of the mirror and whipped the steam away, revealing the ghost of the girl she once knew. She looked older than she remembered. There were a few more lines around her eyes. She was too thin for her liking. She had dark circles under her eyes. She looked tired and sad. Nothing like the girl that she remembered, but somehow the same. 

A soft knock on the door of the bathroom made her nearly jump over the sink as if someone had yelled at her to get out, then she remembered it was probably just Jensen, and that she was allowed to be here, she didn’t have to run away. 

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna order us some ice cream, is there any particular flavor you prefer?”

Y/N placed her hand over her now racing heart and grabbed the shirt that lay on the counter in front of her, and he was right, this thing was gonna swallow her, which worked out, because she didn’t have a clean bra, and now after having a decent bath, she really didn’t want to put the clothes she had on in the backpack and make herself feel dirty again. 

“No, not really,” she answered, her own voice sounding almost robotic as it echoed through the bathroom back at her. 

Apparently she wasn’t the only strange person who craved ice cream when it was freezing outside, she supposed that was at least one thing they had in common anyway…

She listened until Jensen’s footsteps wandered off toward the other side of the hotel before she pulled the jogging shorts over her body, and tied the strings to keep them from falling before she quickly pulled the hairbrush out of the bag on the counter Jensen had purchased for her, and ran it through her towel dried hair before inspecting herself in the mirror for the final time before she knew she had to go out and face the man in the other room. 

She looked like a completely different person. 

It sent a pain through her chest knowing that this might be the last time she ever got to see the ghost of her former self before Jensen was done with her, and she was thrust back into the streets, if she lived at all. 

After having just a taste of what it was like to live again, she really didn’t know if she would survive it. She didn’t think she could go back to it. 

With a final long breath, Y/N opened the bathroom door, and found Jensen sitting on the bed, a pair of gray sweats and a black T-shirt stretched over his impressive chest. He looked like a damn model and not even a real person. His green gaze lifted from his phone in his hand to where Y/N stood in the threshold of the bedroom, stunned by the God of a man sitting there in front of her, and he blinked in surprise as he set up straighter and took her in like a man about to thirst to death. Apparently she looked that bad to him too when he’d picked her up. That stung. 

“Feel better?” Jensen questioned before reaching next to him and patting the bed on the opposite side, that’s when she noticed the TV sitting on the end table in front of him. “Come sit down, it’s okay.”

Y/N’s feet carried her reluctantly towards the bed, and for a moment, she could only stand there and stare at it. It had been years since she’d sat on a bed, much less slept in one. 

“The food I ordered will be here in about an hour,” Jensen revealed, watching her as she sat slowly on the edge of the bed as if it might bite her, or that he might bite her, she wasn’t sure which yet. 

In truth, she wasn’t sure if she’d even mind if he bit her… 

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind she snuffed it out. That was playing with fire, and she didn’t really want to die that way, no matter how hot he was. 

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I’m curious, and a bit nosey I guess, but how did you end up living on the streets?” Jensen questioned, turning the volume down on the television in front of him before he turned slightly on the bed to face her. 

She cleared her throat, and tried to relax against the pile of pillows that was behind her, but it felt strange, too soft maybe? Maybe she was too wired up to relax, either way, she knew he’d end up asking her questions, and in all fairness, he did kinda save her life tonight, cause she was convinced the cold would have killed her. 

“I was a travel agent when Covid hit,” she revealed, “the virus shut us all down, and I lost my job. Around the same time the world came to a spiraling stop, my ex boyfriend decided I wasn’t good enough for his standards anymore, so I lost my roommate, and half my rent all in the same wack. Well, I never was able to find work again after that. I lost my apartment, and now I’m here.”

Jensen swallowed thickly as he sat and listened to her talk, the same sad expression on his face that he had when he first found her. 

“I’m not some drug head or alcoholic,” Y/N defended quickly, knowing that is what people usually thought when they saw someone that was homeless like she was. “People just didn’t start opening shit up again for two years, and it’s hard to find a job when no one will hire someone homeless because they’re high risk. It's a deep pit, and once you're in it…”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Jensen voiced, and for some reason, she believed him. Like he meant it and wasn’t just saying it. “And I never believed that you were an addict, you were too sober when I found you.”

“What made you bring me here?” Y/N suddenly blurted out the questions she’d been asking herself over and over again. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

For a second, she thought she had offended him, but Jensen just kinda shrugged, and started to play with the hem of his shirt. 

“I— I don’t really know,” Jensen admitted. “It’s not like I make a habit of picking up young women off the street and bringing them back to my hotel room. But there’s just something about you… I don’t know, I just couldn’t leave you there alone.”

Y/N swallowed thickly, there was  a truth in his voice, even if it didn’t make sense. He didn’t even know why he brought her here himself. Which only solidified the belief for her that after he woke up in the morning, she would be back out in the cold. When whatever this infatuation wore off he had with her. 

“I’ll be out of your hair in the morning,” Y/N announced, “or I can leave right now if you want me to. Hell, you’ve already done more for me than what I deserve—”

“No!” Jensen all but yelled as he reached and grabbed her hand to stop her from standing. “No, you’re not going back out there. It’s freezing, and just—no. Sweetheart, I’ve gathered you probably don’t know how I am, if so you’re good at hiding it, but I can help you. Let me help you.”

There it was again, those damn tears that threatened to make their famous reappearance. But crying did no good, so there was no point in crying…

“I’m sorry,” Jensen apologized quickly as he sat up and slid over closer to where she was sitting. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn’t mean to yell. I just really, really don’t want you to go back out there to live on the streets. Y/N please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want to be someone’s charity case Jensen, I mean, it’s nice of you to give a damn. No one ever really has before, but I don’t want to be some leech or something that attaches herself to a man just to get off the streets.”

“Okay, that’s fine, work for me then, and while you work for me, you can live with me, and get back on your feet. I’m willing to take a chance with you. You said no one else was. Well, I am. You said you were a travel agent and my job requires a lot of traveling, and I need someone to organize and keep my shit together, like an assistant. That way you don’t feel like you’re mooching, cause you’re not going back out there if I have anything to say about it.”

Y/N sat there stunned into complete and utter silence, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She didn’t see that coming, not by a long shot. She was so shocked she didn’t even know what to say. After all the bad luck she’d had over the years, all the heartbreak and failure, could this be the turn around? Could he really be the end of it all?

“But… Jensen I don’t even know what you do for a living. You don’t know me at all, I could be a psycho, hell you could be a serial killer for all I know! And you just want me to move in with you? Work for you? A complete and total stranger?”

Jensen shrugged and gave her a smirk that damn near melted her borrowed clothing off of her. “I know, it sounds crazy, but that’s part of the fun of it all isn’t it? Wouldn’t taking a chance with me be better than going back out there? Honey I can make sure you want for nothing, I can assure you of that. Once you get on your feet again, and you get your life back, I’m not gonna hold you hostage somewhere, you can go, but I can’t let you go back out on the streets, I just can’t.”

Y/N swallowed and looked down at the hand he still had tightly wrapped around her own as if she was about to run away if he let her go, and honestly, for a moment, she did consider it, but the offer he was making her was one she didn’t think that she could ever refuse. He offered her an out. A way back into the world of the living so to speak, and she had no doubt that he could make sure she wanted for nothing, he’d already shown her that much. 

She really, really didn’t want to go back…

“Okay, fine,” she agreed, and Jensen almost breathed an audible side of relief. “But what is it that you even do? Because you’re right, I have no idea who you are, and I’m still not totally convinced you’re not a nut that’s gonna try to kill me in my sleep.”

Jensen lost it, legitimately lost it, as he fell over on his side of the bed in a fit of hysterical laughter, but Y/N was dead serious. Which to him probably made it even funnier. 

“I’m an actor,” he finally said once he’d composed himself. “I’m not a fucking serial killer, I swear, though I have played on one TV.”

It hit here then, the convention, he must have been one of the actors featured here, that’s why she thought she saw a shaven, slightly younger picture of him on a banner on the way up into the hotel. 

“Hey,” Jensen said, when he saw her looking off towards the door, completely shocked and lost in thought. “Nightmare over sweetheart, you don’t ever have to go back to that again, I swear it.”

Y/N’s mouth opened, but she was interrupted by a knock on the door, which made her jump off of the bed as if she needed to run. If Jensen really was serious about hiring her, she wasn’t off to a great first impression…

“It’s okay,” Jensen assured her as he stood up to make his way towards the door. “It’s just the food I ordered. You’re safe here.”

She wanted to believe him, she really did, but it was going to take some serious adjusting for her to believe him, because somehow, she still expected this all to be a lie, and the rug to get pulled out from under her at any moment. Now that she saw a glimmer of hope, a light at the end of a long, dark tunnel, she didn’t think she could take it if it all fell apart. She needed this to work, she needed him to save her. She just didn’t know how to admit it out loud yet.

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Dancing in the Rain

(Jensen Ackles x You)

Jensen messed up, now he has to find a way to win you back.

Warnings - smidge of angst, plenty of fluff 🥰

The rain came down in torrents, drenching the streets of Vancouver. Y/N huddled under her umbrella, her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Jensen Ackles, the charming actor she had admired from afar had just messed up big time.

They had met at a charity event, and sparks had flown instantly. Jensen’s smile had been like sunshine breaking through the clouds, and Y/N had felt herself falling. Their relationship blossomed with each passing day.

But, after a few months of dating, he’d said something thoughtless, something that had cut deep. And now, here they were, standing on opposite sides of the street, rain pouring down, their eyes locked in a silent battle.

Jensen had never been good with words. He was used to scripts and lines, but when it came to matters of the heart, he stumbled. He watched Y/N from across the street, her wet hair clinging to her face, her eyes stormy, the rain water mixing with her tears. He knew he had to fix this.

He crossed the street, his shoes splashing in puddles. “Y/N,” he said, his voice low. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. It was stupid, and I regret it.”

She looked at him, her expression guarded. “You hurt me,” she whispered. “I thought you were different.”

Jensen took a step closer, the rain soaking through his shirt. “I am different,” he said. “I’ve never met anyone like you. And I don’t want to lose you.”

Y/N’s heart wavered slightly. She had seen glimpses of vulnerability in Jensen’s eyes, and she wondered if he was sincere. But she couldn’t let herself be hurt again. “What are you going to do about it?” she challenged.

Jensen’s eyes sparkled. “I’m going to win you back,” he declared. “Starting now.”

And so, the grand gesture began. Jensen showed up at her doorstep with a bouquet of sunflowers, their bright yellow petals a stark contrast to the gray sky.

He took her to their favorite coffee shop, where they’d had their first awkward conversation. He even sang her a song, his voice raw and unpolished, but full of emotion. Y/n thought Jensen had gone to get them another drink, but instead she heard his voice echoing throughout the quaint coffee shop.

As she looked up to find where he was, she locked eyes with him standing on a small stage guitar resting on his thigh, "y/n, I know I messed up, but please believe me when I say I would do anything for you. Even get up and sing in front of these nice people".

Y/n's eyes widened as everyone turned to look at her, her cheeks glowing brighter than the sun. He started to strum the guitar and began to sing ........

How far will you go

You should know

You'll be on my mind

Said you were leavin'

But never said when you'd be comin' back home and

I can't wait another day

Cause you know

I'd go to the end of the world for you

If only

You return to me

Ride with me

Round the lakeside

Got a raincoat and a veil

It's been so long since you went away

Took all of your lovin' and left me with nothin' and

When you go

What a shame

Cause you know

I'd go to the end of the world for you

If only

You return to me

Oh, and maybe I deserved it

To be left this way

I'm not sure

How I was so blind

All I know is that if you return it

And kept it here to stay

I'd lose my mind

I'd lose my mind

Cause you know

I'd go to the end of the world for you

To the end of the world for you.....

The crowd in the coffee shop applauded as Jensen finished singing. He made his way back over to you and sat opposite you once again. "I meant it y/n, I'd go to the end of the world for you". You looked over to Jensen with tears in your eyes "I know you would. But you really hurt me Jay".

Jensen looked out the window of the coffee shop and noticed something that pulled at a memory. Something you had told him when you first met. An idea popped into his head. He held his hand out to you which you gracefully accepted. "Do you trust me y/n?" He asked staring down at you, with a pleading look in his eyes. You nodded and let him guide you out of the coffee shop.

Jensen led Y/N to an empty park, the rain starting to fall. He twirled her around, their laughter echoing in the misty air. They danced until they were both breathless, raindrops clinging to their eyelashes.

“I love you,” Jensen said, his voice cracking. “I love your passion, your kindness, your stubbornness. I love everything about you, I also remember you said you have always wanted to dance in the rain".

Y/N’s heart swelled. She kissed him, raindrops mixing with tears again. “I love you too,” she whispered. “But no more messing up, okay?”

Jensen nodded, pulling her close. “No more,” he promised. “Just us, dancing in the rain.”

And so, they danced as the rain fell down on them, showing their love was and will be stronger than any storm.

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[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Broken Fan - Chapter 5

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: I woke up in a place I never expected to, and thank god I did.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, fluff, mentions of crying, swearing

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When my eyes finally flickered opened, I felt more refreshed and energized than I have been in a while, it was like I was in a whole new body.

The bright sunlight shined through the strange room causing a painful throbbing to appear in my head. I let my eyes adjust before sitting up and checking my surroundings, realizing I had no idea where I was or who took me here.

I looked down at myself and noticed the t-shirt that was certainly not mine, along with my pants removed. My stomach was turning in anxiety, trying to remember what the hell happened last night.

As I glanced around the room, slight relief filled me when I realized nobody else was here. Except for a suitcase and a bed that was made on the couch, I was alone.

My legs swung over the side of the bed and I brushed my hands through my hair before the noise of somebody opening the door caused me to jump up in fear.

When I spotted who it was, my heart sank in my chest.

Jensen.

Everything came flashing back at once in lightning speed.

The drinks, his eyes filled with concern and hurt, the hoarse sound of my voice screaming in his face, but most of all what came ringing back was his words that he said to me. "But I do know you, and I think maybe you know me too."

A small smile appeared on his face as he walked towards the side of the bed, placing a coffee and a bag on the nightstand and sitting on the edge.

His eyes were filled with concern, but not pity. He was worried about me. We stood in silence, unsure of what to say or how to go forward at this point, and without thinking, my hand reached to his and squeezed it tight, a light smile playing on my lips.

His head dropped slightly as he looked down at his coffee cup. "You're looking way better, how are you feeling?"

I laughed embarrassingly as I stared down at my feet and let go of his hand. "Uh, way better than I deserve I think."

His eyes lifted to mine, head tilting in confusion as he stood from his spot, stepping closer. Before he could reach me, I turned away from him and sighed deep in my chest. "I'm really sorry about last night Jensen."

He shook his head as he stepped closer, hand reaching my arm to turn me around. "You have nothing to apologize for honey, absolutely nothing you did or said last night was on you."

"I shouldn't have said those things." I admitted awkwardly, "I shouldn't have snapped at you when you were just trying to help."

His hands raised in surrender as he sat on the edge of the bed again, "Stop, don't apologize you did nothing wrong. Yesterday your entire life got turned upside down, people showed you how shitty the world could be and you suffered because of it. I would have had the same reaction, maybe even worse. I would have said some shit I didn't mean too."

I giggled and looked into his eyes, "You think I didn't mean what I said?"

He laughed as his hand reached forward and rested on my hip, successfully sending heat throughout my body. "I know you didn't mean what you said. I meant what I said last night, I know you felt the connection, the spark, I can feel it, there's no way you don't either."

I smiled widely and bit my lip before I leaned against the wall, quickly remembering the different clothing, and the lack of clothing I was being presented in.

"You wanna explain this Mr.Ackles?" I questioned suspiciously. He laughed nervously as his hand moved to scratch the back of his neck. I nearly missed the blush on his cheeks and the shyness in his eyes, but when I spotted it, my heart melted even more.

"Uh.. right, that. When you passed out last night, your pants and shirt got full of dirt and mud. I sent your clothing down to get washed and let you borrow my shirt, but all my sweatpants were dirty... Don't worry I didn't see anything when I changed you though, I'm a good boy."

I couldn't help but laugh at the way he stared back at me, so shy and vulnerable. It was a side to him I never thought existed considering how confident and silly he usually acted.

I clicked my tongue in disappointment, "Damn, that sucks."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I stepped closer and leaned towards him, "I was hoping you were a bad boy, but either way thank you for last night." I joked.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as his hand rested on my hip, so softly that for a second it didn't feel like he was even touching me. Something strange came over me, a wave of confidence and bravery, I wasn't worried about him rejecting me or judging me, because he was right, I knew him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as I straddled his lap, earning a very light gasp in approval. My breath caught in my throat as I stared inches from his face, begging him to make that first move, letting him take control.

His eyes flicked from my lips to my eyes before his hand rested on the back of my head, gently and slowly pulling me in. The wait was torture, every inch we got closer still felt like miles and my head was swimming in anticipation.

His hot breath landed on my lips in such a satisfying way that I had to stifle the pleased moan that wanted to escape. Finally, slowly then all at once his lips landed on mine and my entire body lit up in heat and pleasure.

When people would say that they felt fireworks during their first kiss, I never understood it until now. I could hear it, see it, fireworks shooting off in my mind, warming every inch of my body. His hands tightened on my waist as the kiss became hungry, and we ignored the breathy moans and gasps for air, desperate to continue.

I wrapped my legs tightly around him, and he read my mind as he stood from his spot and brought me to the wall, gently pushing my back against it. I could hear his breath catching as his lips moved to my neck, planting kiss after kiss on my skin. His kisses were passionate and deep, nearly therapeutic almost as if he was kissing away all the pain, all the loneliness and all the embarrassment. For once moment, I forgot that he was an actor and I was a fan, in this moment it felt like two humans filled with want and love.

His fingers trailed downwards near the edge of my shirt and I froze, insecurity taking over my mind. Regretfully, I grabbed his hand and pushed my head back. He smirked and kissed once more against my lips. I sighed and dropped my head, "I'm sorry, I think we should stop before it goes too far.."

Every man usually was disappointed to hear those words, they either get mad or frustrated or lose interest fast, I expected that from Jensen, but I never thought instead he would simply smile and kiss my lips again before placing my feet on the ground.

"Don't apologize. We got a little carried away there."

I smiled to myself and fought the tear that wanted to drop down due to his unbelievable kindness towards me. Was this really happening or was I dreaming?

Whatever the case, Don't wake me up.

The morning was spent in bed, cuddled closely to Jensen.

We wasted time laughing about everything, asking questions and getting to know each other and sharing stories about where we have been in life and I filled in some blanks on why I was where I was now.

I felt closer to him than I've ever felt to anybody and I knew how I felt now, I loved him and he loved me.

His laughter boomed through the hotel room as his head rested against my leg, "Wait so you would shower at the carwash yet not wash your car?"

I laughed in response and shook my head, "I'd wash it... sometimes. I never did really pay attention to the actual car though."

The room was filled with laughter and love, warmness and the sense of home. It was perfect, and I never wanted to leave.

But all good things come to an end as Jensen's phone rang, offically pulling us back to reality.

He rolled his eyes as he answered, putting it up to his ear. "Yeah?"

I watched the smile fade slightly before he spoke, "Okay right, yeah I'll be there shorty. Y/N? Oh she's alright, I've got her."

I couldn't stop the smile that reached my ears as I listened to Jensen talk about me so kindly and caring, it was definitely not something I was used to.

He hung up and sighed before his arm rested over his eyes. I smirked and shook his body, "Who was that?"

"Jared. I forgot we have a photoshoot to do, a quick panel, and then more signings. Last night of the convention so it's going to be a busy day."

My stomach dropped and I could feel the sadness creep in, how could I forget that he would of course be leaving when the convention was over, back to his own home in his own world.

I wanted to live this life a little longer, stay right here locked in our own personal heaven but I knew the risks of falling for a celebrity, I knew that he couldn't put his life on pause for me.

I could tell Jensen was becoming concerned with the way I zoned out and sadness filled my eyes but instead I offered a smile and moved to stand with distance, "Well, you have to shower and get ready for the day, and I should probably find some pants."

He nodded sadly stood from his spot before texting something on his phone. "They will bring up your clothes in a few moments so you can get dressed. Wait here for me?"

I nodded and bit back the tears that wanted to pour. As soon as the bathroom door shut, I couldn't fight it anymore and I let them fall as I thought about this ending.

It wasn't fair, it wasn't time.

We didn't get close enough, we didn't get the happily ever after that we were meant to have, and it shattered my heart but that is the reality of pinning for somebody who was completely different than I was.

The shower was turned off before I knew it, forcing me to wipe the tears away as fast as I could. The door open seconds later facing a surprisingly devastated looking Jensen.

I hugged my knees to my chest as my head turned quizzically. "What's wrong Jensen?"

He shrugged before moving to seat himself next to me, hand resting on my knee. His eyes stayed glued to the floor like a child, unsure and fearful of speaking his mind.

I smiled lightly as my hand dipped under his chin, turning his face towards me. "Whatever is wrong you can tell me."

He nodded as if he knew, and a light sigh escaped his mouth, easing some tension in his shoulders. "I'm kind of scared."

"Scared of what?" I questioned in a confused way, what could Jensen Ackles be scared of? The panel?

Another sigh escaped him but this time it was filled with heartache and stress, and I quickly took note of how his hands trembled when he combed his hair back. "Of losing you. I don't want to lose you."

I froze as the words floated in the open air, filling the room with mixed emotions. I had no idea what to say, of course I didn't want to lose him either, I just found him. But we are two different people in two different worlds, anybody on the outside would say it's bound to fail, quickly.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and gazed at the ceiling, begging the tears to stay put just for a little longer. "I don't want to lose you either Jensen, it sucks, I know."

His arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder as he pulled me into his chest, and I let a few tears fall. This may be the last memory we have together, and the very idea tore at my soul.

He cleared his throat and I could hear the emotion behind it, he was just as upset as I was, maybe more. "Listen, I want to say something." He nearly whispered before turning to face me on the bed.

"I'm not sure what the appropriate move here is, and I don't want to pressure you or put you in a position where your uncomfortable. My last day is today and I head back tomorrow, but I don't want to leave without you. I know it's not fair to ask and I may sound crazy but... I want you to come with me."

My mouth gaped open and closed like a fish, unsure if I heard him properly or if he was even serious, but when I paid attention to the way his hands trembled and his eyes were filled with anxiety and sadness, I knew in my heart he wanted this just as much as I did.

I smiled lightly and placed my hands on his cheeks, "I'll come with you."

His eyes were locked on mine intensely, and I wasn't even sure he heard me until a hope filled smile spread across his lips. "Seriously?"

"If you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you, then what's stopping us?"

His smile faltered slightly as he shrugged his shoulders, "I'd be asking you to uproot up your life to come with me. That's a big ask."

I shook my head and squeezed his hand in mine, "What life? I don't have a life without you, Jensen. You are the only one who's really seen me for who I am, your the only one who didn't turn your back on me even when I pushed you so hard. My life is you."

His head dropped to the floor and he sniffed, avoiding looking back at me. Confusion filled me before I pulled his head up and noticed the tears in his eyes.

Out of everything I've seen in my life, this was the worst. The look on his face and the anxiety filling him broke my heart in two. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve before facing me slightly.

"Jensen, are you sure you want to do this?"

He nodded frantically and sat up, "I do. I really do."

"Than why are you crying?"

He shrugged as an embarrassed smile appeared on his lips. "I wish more people could have noticed you, your an amazing person and it just kills me that you've had such a hard life."

My heart melted in my chest, "Thank you Jensen, that's sweet. You don't need to cry though, I'm okay now, with you."

Leaning closer, his lips hit mine softly, sweetly, passionately. Every movement felt like we were falling in love even more. I could feel his smile in the kiss and I had to stop myself from laughing at how damn adorable he was.

The phone rang loudly causing us to jump in our spot, bursting out into giggles before he picked it up.

"Hey. Yeah, I'm on my way home, calm yourself." He spoke assertively before hanging up and pressing one more kiss to my lips. "Sorry honey, duty calls."

"It's okay." I replied confidently, "Go give them some Dean Winchester."

He chuckled as he walked to the front door, pausing in his spot to turn back towards me, "Thank you for trusting me."

My smile spread wide as I nodded, "Thank you for not treating me like an outcast."

"Never." He winked, before leaving the hotel.

As soon as the door closed I laid back on the bed, excitement and giddiness filling me all at once.

This was happening, this was real life. Never once have I expected somebody like him to want somebody like me, but god, he loves me, he really loves me.

I have to be the luckiest girl in the world.

Again, if this is a dream, don't wake me up.

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[jensen-ackles-girl]

It's here, my second Christmas drabble! Wanted to write something that involved the holiday season since it's December.

Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this.

Summary: Newlyweds and a Christmas surprises, jensen Ackles and y/n have recently gotten married and Christmas is approaching and jensen wants to make this Christmas something special for his newly beloved wife.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

Pairing: jensen Ackles x fem!reader

in a small town nestled in the heart of Texas, there lived a newlywed couple named Jensen and Y/N Ackles. They had recently tied the knot, and their love for each other was as strong as ever. As Christmas approached, Jensen couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. He wanted to make this holiday season extra special for his beloved wife. Jensen had always been a romantic at heart, and he loved surprising Y/N with thoughtful gestures. He knew that this Christmas had to be unforgettable. With a mischievous smile, he began planning a series of surprises that would leave Y/ N breathless.

The first surprise was a romantic getaway to a cozy cabin in the mountains. Jensen knew how much Y/ N loved the snow, and he wanted to create a winter wonderland just for her. He booked the cabin and secretly packed their bags, making sure to include warm blankets, hot cocoa mix, and their favorite holiday movies. On Christmas Eve, Jensen blindfolded Y/ N and led her to the car. As they drove through the snow-covered landscape, Y/N couldn't contain her excitement. When they arrived at the cabin, Jensen removed the blindfold, revealing a picturesque scene straight out of a fairytale. The cabin was adorned with twinkling lights, and a fresh layer of snow covered the ground.

Y/N's eyes filled with tears of joy as she hugged Jensen tightly. "This is the most incredible surprise, Jensen. I can't believe you did all of this for me." Jensen smiled and kissed her forehead. "You deserve the world, my love. And I would do anything to make you happy." As they settled into the cabin, Jensen revealed his second surprise. He had arranged for a private sleigh ride through the snow-covered forest. Y/N's eyes sparkled with delight as they snuggled under a warm blanket, gliding through the winter wonderland. They laughed and shared sweet kisses, cherishing the magic of the moment.

On Christmas morning, Jensen woke up early to prepare a special breakfast for Y/N. He cooked her favorite pancakes, topped with fresh berries and whipped cream. As Y/N walked into the kitchen, the aroma of the delicious meal filled the air, and her heart swelled with love. Jensen pulled out a beautifully wrapped gift and handed it to Y/N. She unwrapped it with anticipation, revealing a stunning necklace with a pendant shaped like a snowflake. Y/N gasped, her eyes welling up with tears once again. "Jensen, it's perfect. I will cherish it forever."

Jensen smiled and kissed her cheek. "Just like I cherish you, my snowflake." As they sat by the crackling fireplace, sipping hot cocoa and exchanging heartfelt gifts, Jensen couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. He had found his soulmate in Y/N, and every day with her felt like a dream come true. This Christmas, Jensen had given Y/N the gift of love, warmth, and unforgettable memories. And in return, Y/N had given him the gift of a heart filled with joy and a love that would last a lifetime.

As the snow fell gently outside, Jensen and Y/N cuddled together, knowing that their love would continue to grow with each passing Christmas. They were each other's greatest gift, and their love story would forever be etched in the stars.

[laf-outloud]

“Are angels the same for all the universes? Which basically tells me that even if they did have Castiel on TW, it wouldn't be Misha.”

AU Apocalypse world Castiel in SPN was played by, wait for it, Misha. Of course it would have been Misha in TW too. Much like RSJ and Ruthie came back for their parts, even though their characters were AU versions.

Misha and Jensen both agreed that Castiel deserved more than just a cameo in TW. They’ve said so privately in M&Gs and in public. This seems a clear reference to what would have been a season 2 storyline or a future revival.

Jensen at Jib11: https://x.com/casisloved/status/1629794327613390849?s=46

Jensen at NolaCon: https://x.com/casplayedguitar/status/1642636981896093700?s=46

Misha mentioning that the “timing just didn’t quite work out”: https://x.com/casisloved/status/1633792394796621830?s=46

And in a Deadline article: “We did have conversations about Castiel rejoining the Supernatural universe for the end of this first season of The Winchesters but for various reasons, it didn’t work out. But Jensen [Ackles] and I are certainly open to it. We’ve had several conversations about it and would love to explore how to best do that in subsequent seasons of The Winchesters.” (https://deadline.com/2023/03/gotham-knights-misha-collins-harvey-dent-the-cw-supernatural-winchesters-castiel-1235283924/)

— saying that Castiel wouldn’t be in a revival or wouldn’t be played by Misha at any point just seems as delusional as Hellers thinking Destiel will become canon.

I see reading comprehension hasn't improved. I never said Castiel or Misha wouldn't be in a revival, just that he wouldn't be in TW. We all said that before the show even aired and hellers didn't believe us, yet looked what happened. No Misha. (And Misha's timing response is just a cover. If Ashley could shoot Walker and HIMYF at the same time, Misha could have appeared for a couple of days on TW. He wasn't even a main character on GK. Not to mention, the way he clings to the SPN fandom, he would have done everything he could to appear on the show if they asked him.)

Now, you're welcome to believe he'd be in S2 of TW, but I know pandering when I hear it and for actors whose income now relies heavily on SPN conventions, pandering is now the name of the game.

And if Misha as Cas is in any SPN reboot, it will be because Jared wants him there, not Jensen.

[adidegmez]

spn s4 spoilers

spn s4 ep1(lazarus rising)

well, Dean is not in hell. ı watched the first 3 seasons as fast as I could. so that I could see cas. I know him from clips I see on the internet. and I was looking forward to meeting him and seeing his relationship with the Winchesters. ıt is already funny.

Dean thinks he doesn't deserve saving. he deserves the best always. he deserves every good thing in the world.

spn s4 ep3(in the beginning)

wow. mary is a hunter. mary's parents are hunters. john was kind. this ep broke my heart. dean and Mary's conversation🥹. Dean's reactions are very funny when Cas suddenly comes to Dean. I love it. well yellow-eyed demon returned. but not in the way I thought he would. mary made a deal. and she didn't even talk about it with John. why? I know she wanted a family blah blah blah she could've prepared them for what going to happen. sam and Dean are hunters because of her. john turned the way he did because of her. She could've done something but she didn't as far as ı know for now. ıdk what she could've done but still, I don't think what she did was okay.

spn s4 ep4(metamorphosis)

I wish I could just say Dean was right. if only it was that simple but both Dean and Sam were right. sam is saving people I hope he won't lose himself. and Dean is worried about his little brother as always. sam lied to Dean and he doesn't know why he lied to him either.

spn s4 ep6(yellow fever)

Dean… even when he is scared he is so cute. and he is trying to be brave for his brother. I love him so much. this ep was so funny. ilovehim ilovehim ilovehim… dean is right they are insane but that's why I love them they are still doing this job to save people. eye of the tiger bts was perfect I love Jensen Ackles so much.

spn s4 ep7(it's the great pumpkin, sam winchester)

Did I mention I love Dean? Of course, I did. and I'll say it again and again. well, again both Dean and Sam are right. I thought angels would be different. sam tried to do things Dean's way. I hope Dean knows that. cas is kinda good. I like him. dean has so much on him and I hope he can handle it and will be alright.

spn s4 ep8(wishful thinking)

Dean remembers everything. I am gonna cry now thx. I thought he remembered parts of it not all of it. 40 years in hell… I can see the pain in his eyes. I love Dean I love Jensen. he is so strong he is trying to hide this but we can see it.

spn s4 ep10(heaven and hell)

I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing. dean

spn s4 ep14(sex and violence)

I love Bobby. he saved the Winchesters again.

spn s4 ep16(on the head of a pin)

dark Dean. I am scared a little bit. Sam, what are you doing? heaven is right to be afraid of Sam. he is dangerous. He wants to do the right thing but idk it feels wrong. Ruby scares me. I like her but I am not entirely sure she is good. sometimes I wonder why is she helping the Winchesters. I know she said her reasons but idk. I don't like Uriel. I like Anna. Now, I hate Uriel. but he is kinda right humans suck(not all of them of course but most). bad things always happen to Dean. I hate it. It's you Dean you're going to save everyone. you will.

spn s4 ep17(it's a terrible life)

It would be terrible if Winchester's life were like this. they don't know each other. they're living normal lives. I knew the website was ghostfacers'. well, they were useful. Zachariah is right. I like him. being a hunter is in Winchesters blood. they are meant to be like this.

spn s4 ep18(the monster at the end of this book) I need those books. cas I love you. Zachariah why? they should know what is going to happen.

spn s4 ep19&20(jump the shark&the rapture) well, I finally met Adam. I saw him on the internet earlier and I saw people hating John. I don't hate him, yet. Dean and Sam don't hate him. yes, Dean and Sam deserved a normal life but Mary died they are not normal Sam has demon blood in him. They would probably be dead if John didn't raise them the way he did. yes, John could've done better. he could've been there for them. instead, he was obsessed with revenge. But in the end, he gave up his desire for revenge and prioritized his sons. and I still love him for it. I hope he won't do anything bad in next season. he did try to give a normal life to Adam and I think it was nice of him to try.

poor Jimmy. Sam's demon blood obsession is getting out of hand. he looked like a vampire. I hope he will get better. I am glad Bobby and Dean got him. hopefully, they'll be able to help him. Why is Cas acting rude to Dean?

spn s4 ep 21(when the levee breaks) I don't want to hate Sam but he is pushing my limits. he almost killed Dean. spn s4 ep 22(lucifer rising) at least Sam knows he is wrong. angels are corrupt too. Cas I love you. you're doing the right thing. sam became a demon, amazing. ruby what, why? yes, sam. ruby is dead but in the end, lucifer is free. apocalypse is no one's fault but some of the angels. it's not Dean's fault or Sam's it's some of the angels. it is not looking good.