#jensen ackles standalone

[thebiggerbear]

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." - Jensen Ackles RPF Prompt Response

Summary: Jensen says something at a con that initially bothers you that prompts a conversation where you admit that there are certain parts of his job that you could easily do without, not sure how that's going to impact your friendship moving forward.

A/N: This is part of the Soldier Boy/Beau Arlen/Dean Winchester/CJ Braxton/Alec McDowell/Jason Teague/Tom Hanniger/Russell Shaw/Boaz Priestly/Jake Gray/Jensen RPF prompt response project I've been working on the last month. I wasn't going to originally add Jensen RPF in there but I had an idea and had to see it through. Speaking of which, this was not the original idea I had lol but after catching up on the Comic Con panel, this idea popped into my head and overtook the other one. The other one I may turn into a future ficlet.

Also, I just want to make it clear that this is not criticism or commentary on what Jensen said at the panel mentioned here or anything else he has said previously or even of his career or persona. This is just a story idea, an exploration of a theme or thread that could be within that world if that makes sense.

This is a kind of sequel to "Come Pick Up Your Ghosts", and can be seen as a possible prequel leading up to "i want better for you...what's better for you than me?" or a standalone in that regard. Jensen and the Reader are still platonic here but if you squint, you might see a tiny little something. ;) Just to clarify, there is no cheating/infidelity going on here, implied, suggested, or otherwise.

All unbeta'd.

Disclaimer: No disrespect is meant to Jensen, Danneel, or their family. I don’t know either of them or anyone connected to or associated with them. I merely take things from interviews, con videos, podcasts, and his public persona to create the “Jensen” seen here. This is purely for creativity and entertainment purposes. Just for fun.

Warnings: language; some angst; smidgen of humor

Word Count: 5372

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel; @hobby27; @impala67rollingthroughtown

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx; @lyarr24; @bts24; @deans-spinster-witch

@rebel-paladin; @nancymcl

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Beau Arlen | Dean Winchester | CJ Braxton | Jake Gray | Jason Teague | Boaz Priestly | Russell Shaw | Tom Hanniger | Soldier Boy | Alec McDowell

Your assistant placed a file on your desk, grabbing your attention. “For the Whitman case.” 

You briefly glanced up at her. “Great, Lauren, thanks.”

She nodded, picked up your empty coffee mug, and beat a hasty retreat to get you a refill, closing the door behind her. You couldn’t help but smile as you went back to your computer screen. Lauren had only been working for you a few months since Janice had retired, but she already seemed to be a great fit and had everything down pat. 

You still missed your former assistant sometimes, though. Not only had you both worked together seamlessly for years, she had become a close friend and an almost motherly figure to you in times when you needed it most. You kept in touch and she invited you for holiday dinners, but as happy as you were that she was living her best life these days, there were still some moments that creeped up on you when you missed her dearly. And this morning just happened to be one such moment.

Your phone began to buzz with an incoming call. You glanced at the screen, huffing out an irritated breath at the name that popped up. Speaking of some sage motherly-like advice, you sure could use some right about now. Aggravation wasn’t your usual reaction to your best friend calling you, but this morning before you came to work, you had been catching up on some of the highlights of his panel the other day and there was one soundbite in particular that had you clicking your tongue in disappointment. You had briefly spoke to Jensen on Saturday night and he had texted you yesterday but you hadn’t known any of the specifics of how the panel went other than “It went well.” Not until you opened your newsfeed on your phone earlier and a headline popped out at you about Vought Rising and The Boys cast’s appearance on a Comic Con panel this weekend, with a video attached. That video led you to look up others until you finally arrived at the one that made you close everything out altogether and concentrate on finishing your coffee to hurry out the door.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance when your phone continued to vibrate and you hit the button on the bluetooth headset in your ear. “Hey,” you greeted curtly when the call connected. “I can’t really talk right now, Jensen. I’m about to meet with a client and—”

“Why haven’t you been answering my texts or calls?”

“Shit,” you silently mouthed to yourself and clenched your hands together. You then quietly cleared your throat. “I just told you. I have a full schedule this morning and I can’t—”

“Bullshit.”

Okay yeah, it was bullshit, he was right. Well, actually not entirely; you really had been trying to bury yourself in work since you arrived, earlier than normal (you’d even beat Lauren into the office), in order to prevent you from thinking about what he’d said and why it bothered you so much. “It is not bullshit,” you stated calmly, your jaw tensed. “I have a lot of work to do to prepare for court later this week. I told you that.”

“Y/N, you texted me early this morning, saying and I quote ‘Good morning, going to be super busy this week. Tons of work to do,’” he continued reading the message you had sent him before putting your phone on Do Not Disturb until about half an hour ago. “‘Hope you have a good shoot in Vancouver. Talk soon.’ Really?”

At that time, Lauren had decided to reappear with your new coffee. You gave her an appreciative nod and opened the file she had left for you, scanning the documents inside. “Yes, really. I just told you, I have a full week.” You waited until Lauren left and the door was closed once more. “I don’t see why that’s an issue.”

“You know damn well why.”

You expelled a quiet breath, telling yourself to bite your tongue and remain professional. It usually worked but Jensen had always had a way of getting under your skin.

“You knew I was going to call you once I got to set this morning. We even agreed on the best time for me to call.”

You did and you knew that your text was going to bother him once he received it, proven by him immediately trying to call you after you had sent it. But you just needed some space to think. 

Jensen was up North shooting an episode for a series he was guesting on, coming off of Comic Con in San Diego. He had asked you if you wanted to go with him, since you had never been, but you had politely declined knowing you had an upcoming court case that you needed to prepare for. And now, having seen the video and heard what you did, you were glad you hadn’t taken him up on his offer. You would have been unable to hide your disappointment the entire time until you both went on separate flights, you going back home and him heading to Canada.   

“What the hell, Y/N?”   

“I’m just busy,” you muttered, gazing over the papers in front of you, pen in your hand, poised and ready.

“You forget how well I know you. That text is your polite way of saying ‘don’t call me, I’ll call you’ which means you’re pissed at me and you don’t want to talk.” You winced at his matter of fact tone. He wasn’t exactly wrong. “So again, what the hell?”

Now that he had you on the phone, calling you on your attempt at temporarily pushing him away via text, you started to examine just why you were annoyed with him — something you had been trying to avoid much like his attempts to contact you the last few hours. Suffice it to say, he wasn’t going to let this go, you both were bound to get into an argument, and then you were going to get the space you wanted, albeit a cold and tense space, until one of you caved and apologized. Something that had become somewhat of a routine in your friendship, though rare since you both usually got along very well.

So now that he was holding your feet to the fire per se, now that he was not letting you push him away so easily, you had to really think about why you were pissed, why your gut had clenched when you first heard the voice of your best friend come down the line, and why his careless off-the-cuff joke had bothered you so much. 

“Y/N,” he spoke to you in a quieter tone than a moment ago. “Come on, talk to me. What’s going on?”

You took a deep breath and tossed your pen onto your desk, sitting back in your chair. Fuck it. “‘Old titties’? Really?”

There was a beat of awkward, tension-filled silence, before Jensen immediately filled it. “Wait a second. That’s what you’re pissed at me about?” He let out a laugh of disbelief. “Seriously?”

You flinched and immediately sat up straight, grabbing papers and loudly straightening them into a neat pile on your desk. “You know what? I have a court case to prepare for and I also have a 12:30 who just arrived. I have a full day, you have a full day of shooting, so let’s just end it here, shall we? Have a great week, Jensen, and good luck. Talk soon.” 

The laughter immediately stopped. “Whoa, hold up a second. Y/N, don’t—”

His voice was cut off as you pressed the button on your headset and then grabbed it, tossing it angrily onto your desk. Your phone started to buzz again but this time, you snatched it up, put the call to voicemail, and powered down the device before dumping it into your handbag and shutting the drawer it sat in. You clicked a button on your office phone and a moment later, Lauren’s voice filled your office. 

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N?”

“I’m going to be working on the Whitman case for the next couple of hours so please hold all calls.”

“Absolutely. Would you like me to order lunch for you in the meantime?”

A little bit of your fury went out of you at her sweet offer. Right, you were a professional, and no matter how much your friend had just pissed you off, you wouldn’t allow it to affect your work. “That would be great, Lauren. Thank you,” you let out in a deflating and tired breath.

“Of course. If you need anything else in the meantime, Ms. Y/L/N, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the phone. “Thank you.” You clicked off the button and dropped your head in your hands. You could still hear Jensen’s laughter and “That’s what you’re pissed at me about? Seriously?” You couldn’t completely blame him for his reaction; you knew it was something small and stupid to be angry with him for. His response to Jeff’s question on that panel had nothing to do with you after all. But the minute he’d said those words, you couldn’t help but think back to that scene he had filmed with the two older actresses from season 3. Granted, a sexual attraction to much older women was part of Soldier Boy’s character, but at the time you’d watched that scene, while it had been amusing as it was meant to be, you couldn’t help but have respect for the two actresses willing to strip down and put themselves on display for the camera like that. That couldn’t have been easy, no matter the type of the career they had embarked on, and you were in awe, wishing you could have confidence like that when you reached that age. Hell, you could do with some of that confidence nowadays. You hadn’t had sex in forever and no one had seen your bare body outside of your doctors in the last five years or so. You also hadn’t been to the beach or any pools in that time so no one had exactly seen you in any swimwear either. 

Truthfully, aging was a bit of a sensitive issue for you. Not in a superficial, skin deep kind of way, but very much in a holy-crap-my-body-is-starting-to-turn-against-me-with-every-single-year way. As you got older, you continued to have more and more compassion for your elders, knowing that someday you would eventually reach that phase of life yourself. It made you appreciate your present everyday life all the more, but that didn’t mean you liked being reminded of where you (and every single person on the planet) were eventually headed. So any new gray hairs you found; any sign of aging in your skin; the fact that you absolutely had to get up at least once a night to use the bathroom now, no exceptions; how you couldn’t go without at least 7 hours of sleep a night or you’d be exhausted the whole day and even sometimes still were, not to mention the day after that and the next — you weren’t exactly thrilled to get those reminders. 

You knew what Jensen had said had nothing to do with you in the slightest and you weren’t narcissistic enough to act as if it had or take personal offense to it. Even though you had been disgusted at his choice of joke, you knew he was simply on and he was providing entertainment for the cast and crowd, like he always did. People laughed at the joke and you knew none of them viewed it the same way you did. Not one of them felt as if it was an unfair indictment of your sex when they got older (something that couldn’t be helped) or if it was a commentary of disgust at the average older woman’s body as she aged or even something completely misogynistic (and even if it was, it was in character which is usually what Jensen tended to aim for when doing these appearances). No, you knew it had been taken as a simple joke as you should have taken it but you couldn’t help your visceral reaction of irritation followed by massive disappointment in your friend.

The Jensen you knew was not the Jensen the world saw. In your friendship, you had gotten to know a very different person altogether. While he enjoyed garnering laughs from people and was very quick to make witty remarks and jokes that added to a pleasant atmosphere that he encapsulated, you found over time that you really didn’t care for his public persona at times. Or at least when it came down to things like that. You knew it came with the job he was in, but you much preferred your friend to the Jensen Ackles that was solely for public consumption and engagement. Which is why you supposed you never took him up on his offers of visiting sets he was on, attending any Hollywood events such as The Boys Season 3 premiere in Brazil, or even meeting him at any of the several conventions he had booked over the years. Early on in your getting to know him, you had trouble reconciling the man you saw privately with the man who sat up on those stages or in front of those cameras. There was nothing wrong with either of them but over time, you found you much preferred it when there were no cameras, no screaming fans, no celebrities or Hollywood executives around — just him. 

That didn’t mean you didn’t support his career; of course, you did. He had been successful on this chosen path way before you ever met him and he loved doing it. How could you not cheer on your best friend in a job that not only was he good at but also made him happy? But God, sometimes you wished fame, PR, and performativity weren’t part of the package. Despite the very nature of the business he had chosen to be in.

You straightened up and pulled the Whitman file closer to you. He hadn’t done anything wrong, nothing that you should feel angry with him for, and you would apologize to him later. Right now, though, you needed to get your head back into your own career and prepare for court that would be happening in the next two days’ time.

This whole thing was going to have to wait. Until you could make sense of things for yourself at least.

You watched as the couple on your screen awkwardly flirted, popping a yogurt-covered raisin into your mouth. The film wasn’t one you would usually check out; romantic comedies weren’t really your thing, especially the ones made these days. But there had been a particular selling point that caught your eye, that then had you watching the trailer, and before you knew it, you were fully invested in the movie and actually laughing at some of the cringe-inducing moments but also blatantly honest humor present throughout the story. 

You were so invested that you jumped when your phone began to loudly buzz on the coffee table. You paused the movie and leaned forward to glance at the screen that had just turned on with a notification, sighing tiredly when you saw the name on it.

You picked up your phone and clicked on the message.

Just got back to the hotel. Long day. I’ll be up for a bit though. Call me if you want.

You pressed your lips together, thinking it over for a moment. You still hadn’t spoken to Jensen since your terse call earlier and you had cowardly kept your phone off for the rest of the day. Which meant that when you turned it back on the minute you walked back in your door, you had several voicemail messages (two were from him) and quite a few text messages (most were from him) suddenly blowing up the device. Everything from justified disbelief to annoyance to explanations to apologies to requests for you to answer him saturated your last several text messages. You hadn’t responded to anything from him just yet; you had been waiting until you felt ready to embark on that conversation, not sure how much you wanted to delve into when you both had it. He would want to know exactly why that joke had upset you, as any other person naturally would, and you weren’t sure if you felt comfortable enough to tell him and dump some of that crazy of yours at his feet. You knew you weren’t crazy obviously, but how could you tell your best friend that his doing a part of his job (successfully you might add) bothered you? And that you got mad at him for it? What, was he supposed to change that up because it hurt your feelings or added to your discomfort with said part of his job? Now, that was crazy. 

You took a deep breath, ate a few more raisins, sipped your water, and decided the hell with it. Time to face the music. You pressed the phone icon next to his name and put your bluetooth in, waiting for the call to connect as you braced yourself for any justified irritation you might encounter. You were going to rip the band-aid off and apologize; he deserved nothing less from you after you had avoided him all day. 

“Hey,” his voice greeted you warmly, something you hadn’t been expecting. It completely disarmed you, especially when you could hear the exhaustion lacing his tone. 

“Hey.”

“You ready to talk now?”

You hadn’t really been truly ready about a moment ago even though you were going to push through it. But now, hearing the tired voice of your best friend after a long day of not being able to talk to him because you felt like you couldn’t — yes, you were. “Um, yeah.”

“Good.” You could hear him shifting in the background, letting out a weary sigh as he presumably settled wherever he had moved to. “Are you going to tell me why?”

You bit at your lip. “I just didn’t care for it, I guess.” You then dropped your head into your hands. Oh God, you did sound crazy. 

“Oh-kay. Was it the word choice? Because I only—”

“No. No, it…” You expelled your own sigh, frustrated with yourself. “It had nothing to do with any of that.”

“Then what did it have to do with?”

You chewed at your thumbnail, not really wanting to tell him since you would sound even worse than you already did. 

“Y/N,” he prompted. “What pissed you off about it?”

You dropped your hand to your lap and shook your head. Fuck it. “I just hate the forced performativity sometimes, okay? I get it, it’s part of your job, and I need to just shut up and stay in my lane. But you’re my best friend, I care about you, and sometimes I really, really dislike watching or hearing that side of you. Which is exactly why I choose not to engage with that world you’re in. Because to me, no matter how good you are at your job, and you’re incredible at it obviously, that performative bullshit isn’t you. Not the you I’ve gotten to know, anyway, and certainly not at that level. Like, sure, you try to make people laugh all the time and crack jokes, and I know you were probably a little nervous being on that panel so you had to break the ice somehow, I get it, but Jesus, Jensen. I just…” You let out another sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose, clenching your eyes shut. “I’m just not a fan of when you have to tap into that. I feel like sometimes you say things for the audience’s sake that just make me cringe sometimes and that I just can’t get behind. And that pisses me off because I want to support you but when you say shit like that, like some of the soundbites you’ve had these past few months, I just can’t. And I hate that, because I know that’s not you. And I absolutely fucking hate how judgmental I know I’m being right now but I can’t help how I feel. So that is what pissed me off about that stupid, insensitive, frat boy-ish, sexist, and quite frankly ageist joke, okay?”

A deafening silence filled the conversation then and you mentally cursed at yourself. Great. Well, this might be the end of your friendship and where you two parted ways. While the idea of it broke your heart, you couldn’t really blame him. You had just unleashed an incoherent rant of a word salad that anyone might take a second look at the concept of continuing a friendship with you for. You had called him to apologize…how had you gone this far off the intended track?

“Okay.”

Your eyes snapped open. “Okay?”

“Y/N,” he started gently, sounding like some guy on a nature documentary or something who was trying to soothe a wild animal into not seeing him as a threat. “It was meant to be a joke for the character. Just something to make people laugh while staying in character.”

“I know that. I get it, but—”

“There’s nothing more to it than that for me. We were promoting the prequel, promoting the last season, they even had me sit next to Ant since we’re going to dive deep into the whole Soldier Boy and Homelander dynamic when production picks back up. That’s all it was.”

Guilt and shame started to gnaw at you. He had explained these things to you, back when you were getting to know him, and he took you through the ins and outs of his job — even the things the public didn’t see or know about too much.  

“As for the other stuff, I have to be honest, I’m not really sure what to say. I know you’re not crazy about any of it. I’ve known that for a while now. Every time you turn me down when I ask you to come to one of these things, always with the excuse of work or having to go to court. I didn’t push you on it because I figured maybe someday you’d be comfortable enough to say yes and let me show you how it all works. I get what you’re saying, I do…but, it’s my job, sweetheart.”

The term of endearment brought you up short and then made you feel even worse. It’s not that he hadn’t used it before, but something about the sad resignation that coated his voice right then caught your attention. What did he feel resigned to? “I know,” you whispered. “And I’m sorry.”

“Me, too.” His voice sounded a little thicker than before that had your brows knitting together. If you didn’t know any better, he sounded slightly upset. Perhaps this had definitely been a step too far and he was now going to give you the boot. Or perhaps it was something else…something else he hadn’t told you yet that was bothering him and that’s why he had wanted to talk to you today when he asked yesterday what the best time to call you was. Oh shit.

“Jensen?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

He cleared his throat and you could hear him moving again, presumably sitting up. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?”

You let out a quiet breath of relief when he sounded better than he had a moment ago. “Yeah.” You let a moment pass before you asked, ”You sure?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.”

Another minute of silence happened, slightly less tense than before but a little more awkward. Like neither of you knew where to go from here and you both were waiting for the other to break it to give you some sort of direction.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” 

“Is that it?” His voice broke at the end of his question but he cleared his throat once more. “Are we…done?”

It suddenly hit you what he was really asking, why he sounded so resigned earlier. Your heart broke a little more at the realization and you silently cursed yourself again. Instinctually, you knew exactly what to say to lead you both out of this pool of uncertainty you had unwittingly pushed you both into. You let out an amused snort. “Dude, you saddled me with an angry poltergeist that cost me a small fortune in repairs and I didn’t show you the door then. What makes you think I would now just because you were doing your job?”

Another moment of quiet passed and you started to worry that you had ruined everything when he finally responded with, “I can’t believe you’re still going on about that. And I offered to pay for those repairs even though we both know ghosts don’t really exist.”

Your lips relaxed into a relieved smile. “Says the ghost magnet who knows they do exist.”

“Oh my God,” he muttered into the phone. “How is it that a successful lawyer like yourself still believes in that crap?”

“Probably because said crap destroyed my house while I had to stay in a hotel for two weeks. And how is it that a guy who played a ghost hunter for fifteen years, who dropped a very real ghost on my doorstep and saw the damage it did live on facetime still doesn’t believe in that crap?”

“Because they don’t exist.”

“They do.”

“They don’t.”

“They do and you know it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t let me smudge you every time you drop by.”

“I only let you do that because it makes you happy and this way I only have to hear ten times that night how I supposedly brought a temperamental ghost the last time I walked in without being cleansed, compared to the usual fifty if I don’t.”

“Oooh, buddy, guess what you’re getting for Christmas this year,” you teased. “I’m placing the order online right now.”

“Christ,” he mumbled. “Don’t you dare or you know what I’ll be sending you in return.” 

“You better not. I’ll hand deliver it to your doorstep and let your ghost friends have fun with it and you.” You weren’t really going to mass order sage and send it to him like you had threatened a few times before which had prompted him to threaten to send you several ouija boards in retaliation. Your friendship was a strange one sometimes, you’d be the first to admit it, but truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thinking about that, your smile faded and you pressed your lips together. “Jensen?”

“Mmm?”

“I really am sorry.” You truly were. You felt badly for even getting pissed at him in the first place. You still weren’t entirely sure why seeing him like that bothered you so much, despite already knowing the performativity was part of his job. It didn’t change the Jensen you knew and when he was on, it didn’t affect you. So why would it disturb you that deeply? You refused to look at it any closer, though; you had done enough living in your head for one day. And right now, you wanted to make things right with your best friend.

“It’s okay.” From the way he said it, you knew he was telling the truth. “But can you promise me one thing?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Can you just…talk to me next time and not ice me out like you did? I was wracking my brains all day trying to figure out why that joke would bother you enough for you to clam up and push me away like you did. You’ve never done that before, no matter how pissed off I made you or whatever arguments we’ve had, and I just— I need for you to talk to me when that happens. No matter how pissed you are. I know that you need your space sometimes, I do too, but…don’t shut me out. Not like that. Okay?”

“Okay,” you choked out, clearing your throat and scrubbing a tear from your cheeks. You were definitely not on the verge of crying. Not at all.

“We’re still going to talk about the job thing but I’d rather do that in person if you don’t mind,” he murmured. “I don’t really want to have that conversation over the phone.” 

“Okay,” you repeated. 

After a moment he asked, “So, what are you up to right now?”

You wiped away another tear that was absolutely not rolling down your cheek. “Um, just watching a movie.”

“Oh yeah? What movie?”

“Uh, Anyone But You? The new Glen Powell movie on Netflix?”

“Glen Powell,” he scoffed, making you smile when you heard his tell-tale annoyance at the mention of your current celebrity crush. While you both loved the Top Gun movies, something you had in common, he had finally figured out why you wanted to watch the sequel more times than the original. He would literally grumble and wear his grumpy Dean expression, much like you imagined he was now. Sure enough, he grumbled, “What do you see in that guy?”

You couldn’t help but huff out a chuckle. “Everything you don’t.” You stared at the image on the screen of a shirtless, wet Glen that you had paused on. “Like lots and lots of muscles,” you answered honestly as you eyed the fine looking man on your television. You were biting your lip again but this time for a whole other reason.

“Muscles,” he muttered. 

“And the most gorgeous green eyes you’ve ever seen,” you added. 

“Seriously?”

“And a killer smile. Plus, he’s from Texas, did you know that? Austin, your old neck of the woods.” You knew he knew all of this but you couldn’t resist needling him a little. His reactions were always amusing as hell.

“Oh yeah, I know,” he said in a mocking tone that betrayed that he was less than thrilled at your listing off of Glen’s attributes.

“You know, maybe I should take you up on your offer to go to one of these public events if he’s also going to be there.”

“That’s why you would finally say yes?”

“Among other things,” you teased.

“If I find out he’s going to be there, I’m not inviting you.”

“Jensen!”

“I’m just kidding…maybe.”

“You better be,” you growled.

“Yeah, yeah. Glen Powell,” he muttered again, making you smirk. “Lots and lots of muscles, green eyes, killer smile, from Texas…” An aggravated sigh came down the line. “Fine. What part of the movie are you on?”

“No, you have to watch it from the beginning. I’ll watch with you.” You eagerly clicked out of the movie and went back to its menu.

“So you can see more of Glen’s fine muscles?”

“It’s about the definition, not the bulk.”

“Uh huh.” He faked a gagging sound, making you chuckle. “You’re lucky I care about your happiness, Y/N. That’s the only reason I’m even indulging in this ogle fest masquerading as a chick flick.”

“Hey, it’s not a chick flick and Sydney Sweeney is in it, too, so don’t act like this great selfless sacrifice you’re making is going to be hellish torture for you.”

“Sydney Sweeney? Now, why didn’t you start out with that? Hell yes, we’re watching this movie. Let’s go.” 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and smiling. Typical. “You ready?”

“Not sure how long I’m going to last before it puts me to sleep, but yeah, ready when you are.”

“Okay.” You pressed the start button and saw the familiar production logos pop up.

A moment later you heard, “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad you called.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you laid your head down on your couch pillow. “Me, too.” And you were. Regardless of anything else, no matter your disagreements past or present, first and foremost he was your best friend. As he began to tease you when Glen first appeared on screen, you couldn’t help but smile; in the end, that was all that mattered.

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[ohmoonbeam]

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Summary: Jared is weeks away from his 17 birthday and out publically when he meets his brother's best friend, Jensen Ackles. A summer romance blossoms... but Jensen's life is a lot more complicated than Jared knows and soon there are secrets and untold truths tearing them apart.

Sam’s review: when i first read this i sobbed like a baby, it was king of the angst, made my heart physically clench and i was an utter wreck. but in the best way possible because i felt so much. i love the ‘fooling around with your older sibling’s best friend’ trope because it’s a bit taboo, they always hide it, the sibling is always overprotective and it pretty much always culminates in a tonne of angst. this played out the same but I like the future elements where they met again on numerous occasions and the ending was perfect. i feel the urge to read this all over again.

[youraveragebtsstan]

Um, its come to my attention that the 'UGHHHH' in my original was reblog was perceived as disgust similar to 'YUCK' or 🤢- when I infact meant, 'UGHHHH' as in a deep groaning exhale of 'Im so baffled by your beauty I have no words.'

Jensen is SUUUCH a pretty boy 🥵🥵 and Jared is just UGHHH 🥰✨😍🥹🤭, you know?

Maybe this will help clear things up instead of people calling me a 'tasteless blind ackles stan'....lol (FYI, I neither stan Jensen nor Jared. Never really dove into their projects beyond SPN. I'm more of a standalone Wincest girl, you know?) 🫡

[alexzalben]

is the winchesters a standalone show ?

How do you mean? Like, do you need to watch Supernatural to understand it? If so, at least based on the pilot it works on its own. But obviously it helps to have an understanding of the previous show just to know who, say, Jensen Ackles' character is, and why this story is important to tell.

[positivexcellence]

Supernatural stars Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles on filming the 'monumental' final episodes

In July, after four months away, Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles finally got the call. Come August, they were headed to Vancouver, where they'd once again hop in the Impala, don the appropriate flannel, and shoulder the weight of the world as Sam and Dean Winchester, the monster-fighting brothers at the center of Supernatural.

"Since we started filming the pilot, it's the longest stretch we've had without being Sam and Dean," Padalecki says of the break, which began this March when production on the CW drama paused due to the COVID -19 pandemic. "It's like riding a bike," Ackles says of returning to film the show's final two hours. "I feel like we've been playing these characters for so long, they're such a part of who we are, I think five years could've gone by and we would've laced up our boots and gotten in the car exactly the same as we always have."

But the set didn't look quite the way it had for the other 325 episodes. With new COVID-19 protocols in place, the big Supernatural farewell was no longer a possibility. "The hardest thing was doing the final two episodes with these people that we know so well and love and have been working with for so many years, and you can't see their faces," Ackles says of everyone wearing masks. "We couldn't see the smiles and we couldn't see the tears." But both were there in abundance. "I do think having the pause that we had has made this process feel a little bit more special and a little bit more joyous in a way," co-showrunner Andrew Dabb says. "People came back for the last two episodes with a real renewed sense of energy and focus, and it shows in the stuff we're getting."

In terms of what to expect from Supernatural's concluding run, it will come as no surprise to fans that the series intends to go down swinging, tackling the brothers' showdown with God (Rob Benedict), Michael's (Jake Abel) return, and even squeezing one more flashback into the mix. "We see the case that kind of brought them together as hunters," Dabb says of the episode, "the first case young Sam and young Dean worked together to a conclusion."

But with the flashback hour serving as the last real standalone story, the remaining episodes will shift their focus to the series' larger mythology, and of course, to saying goodbye. "The writers were aware that it's the end of an era, it's the end of 15 years, and so it's not like all of a sudden the series finale is, like, 'Oh, we better wrap this up.' It's a slower build, and it treats the history of the show properly," Padalecki says, specifically of episodes 18 to 20. (Ackles, having recently done ADR on episode 18, says he had forgotten how "monumental" the hour is.)

With a passionate fandom like the #SPNFamily, there's no satisfaction guarantee, but if there's one thing we know, it's that there will be tears. (Duh.) "I compare it to the toilet paper shortage when the pandemic started," Dabb says. "I'd start stocking up now. If you buy a few boxes [of tissues] every week, you'll be good for the finale."

[venhedish]

Ven’s Masterlist of SPN Fic

I write mostly pre-series and early seasons Big Feels™ Wincest fic. There’s a lot of angst and pining here, but plenty of love and devotion mixed in with the darkness.

I always deeply, deeply appreciate likes, kudos, comments, and reblogs!

Wincest Fic

Stand-Alone

Yesterday is a Ghost I Believe In ~4.1k, Teen, Pre-series, Epistolary, Multimedia, Experimental There's an old shoebox under Sam Winchester's bed. It's been there almost as long as he can remember. He doesn't look inside it very often, but when he does, he takes his time. A multimedia collection of letters, journal entries, pictures, and other ephemera from a life on the road. .

That Monster, Love ~2k, Teen, Pre-series, POV Outsider, POV John Winchester, John Finds Out, Angst “You think you’re doing your boys any favors, raisin’ ‘em like this?” .

To Cure My Lonesome Blood ~8.8k, Explicit, Pre-series, Pining Dean, Angst, Bittersweet Ending Dean’s been sick since before either of them was born. The disease is incurable, written into his blood – the same blood he shares with his brother. If he’s not careful, the fever will spread like a fire and consume them both. .

Like Sand, Like Water, Like Sunlight ~1.7k, Gen, Pre-series, Mutual Pining, Angst, Pre-Slash Sea birds circle overhead and Dean wishes he had a camera. Sam looks so young, all of twelve years old, and exhilarated. Dean wants to hold this image in the chambers of his heart, but his pulse just carries it along; time is cruel that way. .

The Space Between Sense and Memory ~4.8k, Teen, Pre-series through Season 1, 5-and-1 Things There are a hundred unwritten rules on all the acceptable ways brothers should touch each other. There are hardly any ways at all to break them. Or; five times they follow the rules and one time they don’t. .

Every Goodbye, all at Once ~900, Teen, Pre-series, Stanford Era, Pining Dean, Angst, Epistolary "Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message." A series of voicemails Dean leaves at the number Sam left behind. .

Breathe You In (Choke You Down) ~6k, Explicit, Season 01, PWP, Scent Kink, Guilty Dean Winchester Once Sam was gone, Dean missed him in a way that was all-consuming, all the way down – so deep in his bones that he shook with loneliness some nights. And it was the familiar scent of his brother’s hair where it tangled warm against the pillows, his pulse beating under his skin and sending the fear of the hunt wafting off of him in waves that Dean struggled to hold onto the hardest. Dean really likes the way Sam smells..  .

Dawn is Coming (Open Your Eyes) ~5k, Explicit, Season 01, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Back Together In which Sam and Dean suffer new wounds and stitch old ones back together. There’s an awful storm, a dead monster, an injury, and a whole lot of feelings. .

You put the Magic in Me ~9.1k, Explicit, Season 02(ish), Sex Pollen, Porn with Plot, Casefic “This is the weirdest thing we’ve ever done for a case,” Dean says under his breath, leaning into Sam and scouting the crowd gathered around a dozen tables inside the little café. “Dude, relax,” Sam says back, eyebrows raising at his brother’s nervous energy. “I thought this would be, like, your thing.” He gestures vaguely to the women milling around inside. A long, vividly red banner hangs across the open french doors that lead into the space, emblazoned with the words The Oolong Tea Room Presents: Lonely Hearts Club Speed Dating! Feb 11-14th! Or; in which Sam and Dean learn a thing or two about chemistry. .

The Stars are not Wanted Now ~2k, Teen, Season 02, Episode Tag: s02e21 All Hell Breaks Loose, Angst, Death Rituals There was a body on the bed.  It had been there long enough that the slanting light of morning crept into the room like an unwelcome invader and washed the world in a dream-shade of palest blue.   But there were no dreams here; only death, only memory. The body on the bed was all that remained of Samuel Winchester, who had died in his brother’s arms the night before. .

Demi-Gods and Hungry Ghosts ~5.8k, Explicit, Season 03, Episode Tag: s03e11 Mystery Spot, Dark, Dub-con, Hurt No Comfort This dream-state of living on pause and rewind leads to some interesting avenues of thought that Sam doesn’t mean to travel, but after a certain number of unrelenting Tuesdays, they just become inevitable. If Dean dies every day—if his memories are wiped, or if they never happen at all—what could Sam get away with, if he wanted to? Could he dare to find out?  .

In Sanguine Vita Est   ~5.2k, Explicit, Season 04, Knifeplay, Dean’s Hell Trauma, Hurt/Comfort Everything was different now. Dean was here—back from the fucking dead—but he was a stranger in his own body. Scars gone, aches from broken bones that hadn’t set right vanished back into the void as if they’d never existed at all. He’d become a stranger to the whole world. He’d become a stranger to Sam. _ Dean asks Sam to help him heal after he returns from Hell. .

All Heartless Spectres, Happiness ~5.7k, Explicit, Season 06, Episode Tag: s06e06 You Can’t Handle the Truth, POV Outsider, Angst, Soulless Sam Lisa Braeden receives an email with the subject line, "You Deserve to Know." It contains a single video file and nothing else. .

The Rungs of Me be Under You ~1.6k, Teen, Gencest, Post-Bunker, 2nd Person POV, Queerplatonic Sam and Dean, Non-Sexual Kink What they share has never been easy to define. Why should this be any different?  .

Wincest Series The Top/Bottom Discourse Series (Ongoing) [Each story is canon compliant and listed chronologically, but they can all be read as standalone works.] This series was born originally from a silly meta post I made on Tumblr as a response to some very angry top/bottom discourse I was seeing about how only Sam could truly be A Top™, or how only Dean could truly be A Top™. I personally like to kink and let kink and not drag outdated gender politics into my fandom (Dean can't be a bottom because he's too masculine? Ice cold take, bro), so I wrote a filthy little tongue-in-cheek post about all the ways I think Sam and Dean have fucked each other over the years.

 I’m Thinking About Whatever You’re Thinking About ~5.1k, Explicit, Pre-series, PWP, Bratty Sam, Exhibitionism, Fear of Discovery Sam is such a brat, sometimes. .

 Shoot to Thrill ~6.7k, Explicit, Season 02, Porn with Plot, Hustling, Getting Back Together It's just like riding a bike. .

Burn Out The Night ~4.9k, Explicit, Season 08, Porn with Plot, Car Sex, Light BDSM, Fluff What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. .

Destiel Fic

Love Made a Martyr of Me ~500, Teen, Season 05, Endverse, Past Sam/Dean, Angst Sam says yes in Detroit, and in the space of a single syllable, there's nothing left in Heaven or on Earth for Dean to love. Cas doesn't seem to care. .

The Sharp Teeth of the One You Love ~2k, Teen, Season 05, Endverse, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Pining “Quit bein’ a baby, Cas.” Dean’s hands were covered in blood, but they were steady as always while he worked to stitch Castiel back together. “I’m sorry,” Cas growled between gritted teeth. “I don’t exactly have a lot of experience feeling pain.” He hissed again when Dean slid the curved needle back through the eight-inch-long gash that ran deep and bloody down Cas’s bicep. Castiel learns something about what it means to be human. .

Wincestiel Fic

Temerate ~700, Teen, Season 05(ish), Past Sam/Dean, 2nd Person POV, First Time Your brother is sitting in the corner of the motel room. His big hands are worrying at each other; he squeezes them together, fingertips white from the pressure of his grip. He meets your eyes and his gaze is like a lightning strike. .

Dean/John Fic

Cruore ~1.1k, Mature, Pre-series, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Blood, Intrusive Thoughts Bites, Dean could deal with – claw marks and broken bones. But this- ... a bullet was a different kind of monster altogether. .

Supernatural RPF

Il Cielo in Una Stanza ~4.4k, Explicit, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Getting Back Together, Prequel-Gate, Polyamory, Non-AU Jared Padalecki receives a present he wasn't expecting at all for his 39th birthday. . 

Other Supernatural Fic

Bad Things, Better Reasons ~2k, Explicit, Pre-series, Dean Does Sex Work, Angst, Brotherly Love. Dean does whatever it takes to keep the bills paid while John is gone. The kid waiting for him back at the motel room is all the justification he’ll ever need. .

No Was Her Name ~1.3k, Teen, Season 12, Dean/Mary, Light Angst, First Kiss Mary Winchester was alive. She was solid—made of skin and blood and bone—and she existed in the same world as Dean. It wasn’t a dream; she walked and talked and breathed. She ate, she slept, she wandered the halls of the bunker at odd hours. She was a ghost made flesh, and Dean was haunted by her presence. .

[ohmoonbeam]

Chris this is A LOT to take in 🥵 but seriously, those damn supe suits would definitely have crotch zippers! God this so bloody enticing and divine 😍

Relax

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: Y/N helps Jensen relax when he’s nervous. Basically a follow up timestamp to Like What You See? 

Warnings: Jensen in Soldier Boy suit, blow job, dirty talk, praise kink, hair pulling, eh, the usual.

WC: 1873

A/N: There may or may not be mentions of a camouflage banana hammock.

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My idea of a camouflage banana hammock got overruled. And I’m glad it did. I love this suit.

#SoldierBoy @theboystv @voughtintl @ljsupersuits @amazonprimevideo

[Me] Camouflage banana hammock? Really?

[JA] Oh, come on, it’s funny

[Me] Way to hype it up. Now your fans won’t be able to picture you in anything else

[JA] Shit. Didn’t think of that

[Me] Of course you didn’t

[JA] Only the fans, though?

[Me] Oh, now I’m absolutely sure what you’re doing

[JA] Did it work?

[Me] If you want me to picture you half naked, jokes on you. I’m already doing it 98% of the time

[JA] Only 98%? What’s with the other 2%?

[Me] I need to remember to breathe and eat, y’know, things that keep me alive

[JA] Fair. Just so you know, I picture you naked 99% of the time

[Me] Why are you texting me? Shouldn’t you be getting ready?

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Just Breathe

Summary: The reader is more than thrilled when her overbearing bodyguard informs her that she no longer needs his services. A threat is still out there though and when the ready finds herself in a bad situation, she goes against when her bodyguard taught her. She’s pretty sure he’ll kill her when he finds her but she may just see a side to him she’s yet to discover...

Drabble Inspiration

Pairing: Bodyguard!Jensen x reader

Square: Enemies to Lovers

Word Count: 4,300ish

Warnings: language, kidnapping, injury, minor character death, angst, fluff

A/N: Consider this a standalone one shot for now but I may seriously come back to it in the future when I have more time to explore Jensen and the reader’s relationship in depth! Also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!...

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Jensen, or Mr. Ackles as he insisted you call him, was drinking from his coffee mug when you walked downstairs. He had his computer open at the counter and was scrolling through it, his blazer hanging over the back of the chair. You narrowed your eyes. Jensen always wore his suit jacket. Always. You’d never seen him in anything but a tailored suit. It was his uniform in a way.

Sure, it was nice to have an incredibly good looking man for eye candy around. That part didn’t bother you in the slightest. It was simply everything else about him that drove you insane. The snide comments. The constant rules. The constant eye rolls of annoyance. At least he looked extra hot today with his pretty navy tie.

“Why aren’t you wearing your jacket?” you asked as you headed into the kitchen, straight for the coffee machine. He didn’t answer and you rolled your eyes. It was going to be one of those days. You filled up a cup and spun around, Jensen smirking at you which was very unusual. “Weirdo.”

“You’re more observant than I gave you credit for. I’m not wearing my jacket because the studio informed me that the person stalking you and your co-stars was arrested in the night. Today is my last day.”

“Oh thank fucking God,” you groaned, smiling wide. He gave you a glare and sipped from his coffee. “So what are you still doing here?”

“I live here in case you forgot.” He took a deep breath though and forced a smile. “It would be…easier for me if you’d allow me to stay until I have another job lined up, most likely sometime next week. That way I only have to move the once.”

“You can stay Ackles.”

“Really?” he said, quickly narrowing his eyes. “What’s the catch?”

“You know that party you didn’t want me going to? That my dickhead ex will be at?” He nodded slowly, still cautious. “If you go as my date to piss him off, you can stay here rent free.”

“Why do you even want to get back with that douchebag?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “The idiot couldn’t even boil water. Fucking water!”

“I never said I wanted to date him again.” You hopped up on top of the island and crossed your legs. You shrugged, picking at a thread on the bottom of your pants. “I wanted some payback was all. Show off that I can land an even hotter guy than him.”

Jensen stared and you closed your eyes. 

“Forget I asked.” You picked up your mug and took a drink, Jensen cocking his head.

“I’m down for a little revenge.” You nearly choked on your drink, Jensen letting out a chuckle. “Wear that blue shirt with the silky fabric. You look good in that.”

You were too busy trying to decide if he’’d been abducted by aliens while you weren’t watching to try and take that in. Jensen did not compliment you. He wasn’t even friendly. He was your asshole bodyguard of four months. You didn’t speak unless it could be helped.

What the hell was going on?

“You look surprised,” he said. You nodded and he took another sip of coffee. “Well if you’re going for revenge I say go all the way. He used to really like that shirt. Told me himself.”

“Wait. You’re serious? You’ll go with me?”

“I’ll do you one better. I won’t even bring a gun.” 

“Wow. I really must be safe again then,” you said. He hummed and started to scroll back on his computer. “If you want a job recommendation…I could write something up.”

“Not necessary. My resume speaks for itself,” he said, licking his lips. “Do you know an Ashley Bruins?”

“The bitchy singer?”

“Not taking that job then,” he mumbled to himself. You slid across the counter and plopped into the seat beside him, Jensen side eyeing you. “Can I help you?”

“Are you picking out a new client?” you asked, stealing the computer and starting to look.

“That’s confidential,” he said, reaching for it.

“Hey. I can tell who on this list is a real asshole and who just pretends to be one. If you want to roll the dice on your own, be my guest.” You stood up from the chair, Jensen letting out an audible growl. 

“Fine.” You sat back down with a big smile. “I want someone nice this time.”

You shot him a dirty look but he was busy looking through the list. 

“The party’s at eight. I’m going shopping to find a new pair of jeans this afternoon for it. Please tell me you’re not going to be wearing a suit.”

“I’m wearing a suit on purpose now,” he said. He gave you a shit eating grin and you remembered exactly why you two didn’t talk. “Now help me find a new client. The faster I can get out of here the better.”

Twelve Hours Later

If you ever made it home again, you were killing Jensen. Violently. Slowly. He said you were safe. He said they caught the guy. 

Being tied up in the back of an SUV made you seriously think twice about that. One second you were trying on jeans in a private dressing room at a boutique store, the next you were here. Well, you’d woken up back here. What happened between the flutter of the curtain behind you and now you had no idea. But it was pitch black and raining outside which offered a few clues. It was supposed to storm around nine so it was at least that late. The tops of pine trees could be seen when you’d risked poking your head up. Your best guess was he was driving you up North to the middle of nowhere.

Great. Just great.

You growled behind the tape on your mouth and clenched your fists. You’d put up with Jensen and his asshole behavior for months so he could protect you and now when there was actual danger? He was nowhere to be found. Of course. Of fucking course.

You were going to throttle him if you ever made it back.

Between the fist clenching and your stewing anger, something snapped and it took only a moment to realize you had more flexibility in your shoulders. You pulled one wrist in front of you, wide eyed to see in the dark car the plastic tie had broken free of it. It still hung to the other but your hands were free. You pulled off the tape quietly and took a deep breath. 

If you ever did get thrown in a car, Jensen had told you to do two things. Break out and find a way to stop it, even if that meant crashing it. At the time you’d laughed in his face but now…now a car accident seemed preferable to whatever this guy had planned. You poked your head up once, the man too busy concentrating on the road and listening to a weather report to pay you any attention. His gun was sat on the center console but you had to try while you still had a chance.

When you heard thunder you sat up, waiting for more before you grabbed the back of the seat. You had to be fast. Really fast. 

You never got the chance though. The next second you were skidding and flipping, rolling down a hill before coming to a stop. You groaned and realized you were laying on the roof, the man’s arms dangling over his head. He sucked in air and you noticed the gun had flown back towards your feet. Quickly you took it and climbed out the broken back window. It was dark save for the headlights, the hill you’d rolled down pretty steep looking. The man in the car was making strange noises and you rushed over to him with the gun aimed. 

“Oh my…” you trailed off, a large tree branch impaling the man. 

“Help me,” he gasped. You narrowed your eyes and he shut his. “Please!”

“Do you have a phone?” you asked. He shakily reached into his pocket, pulling out half of one. “Okay, I’m going to go up to the road and try to get help okay?”

“We are in the middle of nowhere. The closest hospital is a hundred miles away. I’m going to die.” He shivered and you sat down on the ground, holding the gun in your lap but no longer pointing it at him. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”

“Why’d you kidnap me?” 

“The truth? Your old man hired me. You’re a good actress, don’t get me wrong. But I’m not crazy. I was supposed to…” he gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck. I was supposed to drop you off to him.”

“He’s a bastard. I haven’t spoke to him since I was sixteen.”

“I’m not a big fan either. Shit. Shit.” He threw his head back against the seat and groaned loudly. “Fuck, kid. You’re not gonna just let me die all slow and painful are you?” He looked at the gun and you swallowed. “Please.”

“Why do you kidnap other people’s daughters?” you asked quietly, the rain soaking every inch of your skin. 

“For money. Never had anyone that gave a shit about me for anything but money. Money buys you things and people.”

“It’s not everything.” He wheezed a few more times before you picked up the gun. “I’ll give you this if you tell me why he wanted me.”

“He said you belong home with him again.”

“He had his shot to be a dad. Tell me something I can use so he pays for what he did to both of us.” The man reached into his other pocket and held out an envelope. You took it and opened it up, a key inside.

“Safety deposit box. I keep records.”

“Thanks.” You glanced at the gun, ice cold in your hands. Jensen would kill you if you gave it back. He’d fucking murder you for giving your kidnapper back his gun. But you weren’t heartless. It beat him suffering for hours. You handed him the gun, the man nodding.

“Go. You don’t want to see this.” 

“You have a branch in you. It’s already traumatic,” you laughed dryly. He returned it but he was nervous, too nervous. “I hope the next life turns out better for you than this one did.”

“Me too. Once you get up there head on back with the guardrail on your right side. You’ll get to a town in twenty or so miles. Try not to freeze to death.”

“Says the guy who kidnapped me,” you chuckled. 

“I never wanted to hurt you. He said this was…you were stubborn and he just needed to see you. I can’t believe I listened.”

“He’s manipulative,” you said as he scrunched up his face in pain. “I’m sorry this happened.”

“It’s okay. Me dying probably saves you from a shitty rest of your life. It’s the least I can do.”

“I don’t want you to die just because you did a bad thing.” He nodded and forced a smile. 

“Live a good life kid. Give that bodyguard of yours a shot too. He’s head over heels for you. Now head on out.” 

He winced and you stood up, shivering hard. You quickly headed for the hill, starting to climb it when a shot rang out. You didn’t want to think about what he’d said. About your dad. About Jensen. 

Mostly you didn’t want to think about how you were all alone out there.

You made it a few miles along the side of the dark road before you were too cold to move. The rain was hard and freezing like ice. It was impossible to see anything. And you’d spent the better part of the day going through too much crap to process it all.

Not to mention everything hurt.

So you shut down. You sat on the side of the road and waited. Eventually a car would come along before you froze. It had to.

But no one came.

Not until you were shaking violently did you see headlights. They slammed on the brakes as soon as the lights hit you, screeching to a halt. Your eyes peeled open, a family pair of green eyes in a suit coming into view.

He was going to kill you. Absolutely, without a shred of doubt, he was going to put an end to it all. You swallowed when he came over to where you were sitting on the ground, shaking and wet.

“Y/N,” said Jensen, bending down in front of you. He gently put his hands on your shoulders and shushed you. “Y/N. You’re scared and I know you’re scared but you have to remember to breathe right now. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Come on, sweetheart. You can do it for me. That’s it, that feels better I bet.”

You kept trying to breathe, matching what Jensen was doing, some of the shake leaving you as you got yourself under control again.

“Let’s get going,” he said. He took off his suit jacket and pulled it over your shoulders, helping you get to your feet. “Come on. S’okay now. I promise.”

“I shouldn’t-”

“Let’s just get you someplace safe for now, okay?” he said.

All you could do was nod.

Jensen walked you to the passenger seat and got you inside his SUV, the heated seats too hot on your skin. You hissed, Jensen leaning across to turn it off before he walked around the hood and got behind the wheel. He turned the vents towards you and drove quickly before turning off the main road onto a stone one, Jensen tapping his SUV’s GPS.

“He’s dead, the one that took me,” you whispered. 

“Okay. We can talk later. I need to get you warm.”

“I should have listened to you more. I should have taken the threats more seriously.” He reached over and ran his hand over your wet hair. “I gave the man his gun back.”

“Sh,” he murmured, not saying a word while he drove. He slid his hand down to take hold of your left one, his skin warm and causing your fingers to hurt. It was only a few minutes before he pulled in front of a cabin and ducked inside the place, leaving you in the hot car. A light turned on in the place, Jensen moving back and forth inside before he came running out. He pulled you out of the car and picked you up in his arms, carrying you in and out of the rain. A fireplace was going and he sat you down right in front of it, bending down to peel off your wet clothes. 

You tucked your arms and legs in when you were down to your bra and underwear, Jensen standing and looking around. He grabbed a blanket on the back of a couch and pulled it around you, pulling your hair out so it wasn’t touching your skin.

“Take off everything else and toss it in a pile. Stay right here for me, sweetheart.” You shivered violently when he left, forcing yourself to take off the wet items, throwing them on the ground nearby. You tucked the blanket tight around yourself, keeping your head down as the fireplace gave off some good heat.

Minutes passed by, the sound of the cabin door opening and closing every so often, Jensen going outside to the porch to yell at someone on the phone. Eventually it grew quiet aside from the rain, the door shutting softly once more. Jensen was moving around you, a quick glance up revealing he was hanging your wet clothes off of the mantle to dry. He smiled when he saw you looking at him, Jensen kneeling down slowly.

“Hey. Feel any better?” he asked. He touched your cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re warmer. We’ll wait until the rain lets up to get you checked out properly. In the meantime, does anything hurt?”

“Nothing bad,” you said quietly. 

“I’m going to check you for a concussion.” He brought over a bag from the small table and took out a flashlight, pointing it in your eyes a few times and moving his finger. “You look good.”

He pulled out a pair of scissors and you held out your hand without asking, Jensen cutting off the plastic still stuck to it.

“Why aren’t you mad I got caught?” you asked. He sighed and picked up the plastic, walking it over to a trash bin to toss it inside.

“Me mad at you? Y/N I’m the one who dropped the ball. You escaped from whoever took you. You said the person was dead. I’m the one that fucked up. You did everything right. I’m not going to be angry at you.”

“But I gave the guy his gun back.”

“Why did you do that?” He sat down beside you, his tone gentle, your gaze turning to the fireplace.

“I got loose in the back of his SUV. But before I had a chance to try anything he skidded in the storm and crashed down a hill. The man got really hurt, really really hurt. He wasn’t going to make it so I gave it back so he could…” You closed your eyes. “He said it was my dad that wanted me.”

“We should have looked into him more and not assumed it was the same stalker that was harassing the others.” He ran a hand over your head as you turned and rested it on your knees. “I’m not mad you gave back the gun either. I would have done the same thing.”

You nodded, starting to feel a bit better and like the chill in your bones was finally leaving. 

“I was looking forward to the party tonight, you know.” You laughed, Jensen letting out a quiet one. “It’s true. Your ex is a dick. I would have loved to have shoved it to him.”

“Good thing you found me.”

“Good thing you still wear that pin in your hair,” he said, reaching under the damp mass of it on your head and pulling out the black strip. It had a tracker in it, something you were able to hide away easily enough and forget was even there most of the time. “Do you know where the car is?”

“A few miles up the road. There’s a key in the envelope in my jeans to a safety deposit box. The guy said he had evidence in it.”

“I’ll let the authorities know about it along with your dad.” He stood and you laughed quietly. “What?”

“You’re fidgeting. You don’t fidget.”

“I’ve never made a mistake like this before and jeopardized a client’s life. I’ve never been this much of an asshole to one either so I’m…trying to deal with it.” 

“Make your calls and then sit down with me. Please.” 

“Okay. I won’t be long.”

When Jensen finally settled beside you an hour later he was handing you a hoodie and sweatpants. He turned his back as you slipped into them, quickly covering up in the blanket again.

“Where’d you find the clothes?” you asked.

“They’re from my gym bag. Your color looks much better,” he said. 

“Fire’s toasty.” You scooted closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder. “Was I in shock earlier?”

“Yes. A kidnapping, accident, a death and being hypothermic for sure sent you into shock. You’re out of danger now.” You undid part of the blanket, taking hold of his large hand with your smaller one. “It’s going to take time to get through all of it. It won’t happen in one night.”

“Do you like me?” 

“Of course I like you,” he said softly.

“Is the asshole thing a front?” He shifted and inhaled deeply. “Come on. Honest answer.”

“It’s a persona. I don’t become nice guy Jensen until after my client’s threats have passed. I need them to listen to me and not be attached and vice versa. It keeps us safer. Most of the time I can get away with being standoffish but the more I like someone, the more of an asshole I pretend to be to keep that boundary in place.”

His hand squeezed yours, head turning upwards.

“So yes, I really do like you, more than I should. More than is appropriate.” 

“Well that’s good because I’m hiring you as my full-time bodyguard for the foreseeable future and one of the requirements is we’re nice to each other. Also, you’re taking me on a date to a simple boring ass place with no suit and tie, just normal Jensen.” 

“Uh, why a date?” he asked. You shrugged and closed your eyes.

“You’re cute and I’d like to get to know the real you.”

“I’m okay with that. But what about the bodyguard thing? I thought you hated having one.”

“No. I hated that he was an asshole. There’s a difference.” You smiled and looked up at him, Jensen returning it. 

“How’s that work if we date?”

“Don’t complicate things. Just let it happen if it happens.” He put his hand on your forehead. “I don’t have a fever.”

“Just checking where my stubborn girl went.”

“She’s had a long day.”

“Yes she has.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “You ready to brave the storm again and get checked out?”

“Yeah. I’m ready to go home Jensen.”

Two Weeks Later

“Hey,” you said, walking outside to your back patio. Jensen was lighting a candle on the table, smiling when he looked up. “Are you wearing a baseball hat? Backwards? Who are you and what have you done with my bodyguard?”

“I figured I’m off duty. Unless you want me to incorporate the hat into my new uniform?”

“Whatever you want to wear is fine with me.” He had on jeans and a simple black t-shirt, a look he’d been sporting for the better part of two weeks. “So what’s for dinner?”

He took the lid off the skillet on the table to reveal a pan full of delicious looking food. 

“I got to say you’re nailing this date thing.”

“I'm starting to get the hang of it.” You took a seat and he dished up some food before sitting at the head of the table. “I was wondering if you had plans this weekend.”

“Not really. You have something in mind?”

“Do you want to go on a road trip? With me?” You smiled, his shoulders relaxing. “Awesome. I have a place up the coast. Well, more like a cabin but I promise it’s clean and has indoor plumbing. It’s where I hang between jobs to unwind.”

“Is it in the woods?” you asked. His face started to fall and you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t think about…” he trailed off. You grabbed his hand, tilting your head. 

“The past few weeks have been crazy between the lawyers and cops and my manager and everything else. I’d love to have a quiet weekend away with just you.” He moved his thumb over the back of your hand, gently stroking the skin. “Nice guy Jensen is kind of great.”

“It’s easy to be nice when you’re no longer in danger and we’re not jumping down each other’s throats for the hell of it. Finding you on the road like that and what I felt…I never want to feel that again.” He picked up his beer bottle, taking a slow drag of the liquid. 

“That’s the real you I saw that night. The kind, nurturing side. I know it was a bad night but I’m glad it happened. It made the world a little less black and white for me which is good.”

“I never did find out how you escaped in the back of the car.”

“I was so mad at the fact I got kidnapped when it was your job to stop it that I broke the cuffs.” He chuckled and you picked up your fork, twirling into your dish. “So where’d you learn to cook?”

“Oh you’ll never believe it. One of my first clients was a celebrity chef. She used to be on my ass all the time about eating fast food or crap so she sat me down one night and started to teach me. She told me it’d impress women,” he laughed. You took a bite, eyes wide as you started to nod. “You like it?”

“You just got yourself a third date. Potentially a fourth,” you said, eating more. “Okay, you got a fourth too.”

“Well I am more than-” He dropped your hand and stood up, drawing his weapon and aiming at the far side of the yard. Your head whipped around to catch your neighbor’s cat wander out from the dark bushes and stretch in your grass. He sighed and put his gun away, sitting back down. You rubbed his arm, scooting your chair closer.

“I know you can’t turn it off. I’m cool with that. Just don’t shoot any animals,” you said, leaning back in your seat. “So tell me about the cabin. What do you like to do up there?”

“You ever been fishing?” You shook your head and he grinned. “Alright. Tomorrow we’re going to get you your fishing license and pick out a pole.”

“Only if I can get one of those bucket hats to make me look extra hot.” 

“We’ll even get you a fishing vest too. So hot,” he chuckled. You pulled your hand away from his arm but rested it on his thigh instead, Jensen smiling softly at you. “I like to hike, unwind in the lake.”

“So when do we leave?” you asked. 

“Tomorrow afternoon? We’ll get there in time for smores on a bonfire.”

“Sounds perfect, Mr. Ackles,” you teased. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

“It’s Jensen. Just Jensen.”

“Sounds perfect, Jensen,” you said softly. “I can’t wait.”

_______

[unfortunate-brat]

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

When it comes to requests, I know we all have some crazy to down right hot ideas that we’d like to share with our favorite authors. However, chaos can not go without supervision which is why I have these set of rules or fyi’s so you know what I won’t accept due to being uncomfortable or not interested. 

1. Any smut requests that come in have to be off anon. I know, for some they’re uncomfortable to show themselves but this is to ensure you’re an adult. Your age must be located in your bio, hell I even accept in my (insert decade your age is in) too!! Any blog that is on anon, a minor, blank blog (posts nothing, has default layout), or is a spam liker will have their request declined/deleted. 

2. All requests containing the following;

 homophobia, racism, sexism, anal, scat, piss kink, blood play, knife play, pain kink, wax play, cannibalism, vore, r*pe, nipple clamps, choking, miscarriages, butt plugs, minors doing underage activities, drug use or m|m character pairings (ships like stucky) will be declined.

 I do not feel comfortable writing about these topics for anyone. They will be immediately removed from the inbox. 

3. Requests will be completed in my free time. As a college student and retail worker, I try to find moments where I can spare a few words to write. Please understand that I have seen your ask most likely and I will get to it asap !! 

4. Do not send me the same request you sent to another writer because one of us isn’t as fast and you want it right then and there. There is so much plagiarism in this community and I rather get an ask that is for me only, not anyone else. 

5. If you request something, please consider reblogging it with your thoughts. Whether you have 100 followers or 5, the Reblogs help circulate the post around for more people to enjoy. Likes are okay but they don’t do anything in Tumblr’s algorithm and it actually ruins my mood. Reblogs and comments, even if it’s in the tags, make my day. 

6. I do not accept requests asking me to write a paragraph for whatever wip the requester has been struggling to write. I’m open to collabs with others but I’m not writing a smut scene for you. Nor am I gonna tolerate you taking my smut scenes to put in your own because you are struggling. My work is to be posted by me, not you or anyone else. I don’t care if you credit me, I said NO. 

REQUESTING FORM; 

When requesting something from me, I hope you’ll follow this layout to make it easier for the both of us. 

Pairing: (Whoever you choose from my list);

Characters I only write; Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles, Red Hood, Deanmon, Michael!Dean, Danneel Ackles, Rachel Gatina, Anael, Joel Kinnaman, Rick Flag, Ben Barnes, Billy Russo, Chris Evans, Ari Levinson (as a Professor of Geology ONLY), Andy Barber, Steve Rogers, Ransom Drysdale, Johnny Storm, Pacho Herrea (ALBERTO AMMANN VERSION), Ursula/Vanessa (Little Mermaid), Poison Ivy 

Plot; Explain what it is you’re looking for clearly; 

If the request is kinky, you can choose from this list of what I write for below: 

KINKS/NSFW THINGS I WRITE: Dacryphilia, Hair pulling kink, Praise kink, Daddy/Mommy kink, Mistress kink, Monster Fucking, Double P in V, Throat Fucking, Roleplay, Thigh Riding, Face Riding, Beard kink, Cockwarming, Somnophilia, Tentacle Porn, Threesomes, Orgies, Master/Pet dynamic, Overstimulation, Edging, Squirting, Bondage, Public Sex, Exhibition kink, Vouyerism, Hate Fucking, Breeding kink, House wife kink, dom/sub dynamics, Non-Con, Con non-con, fingering, mutual masturbation, phone sex

7. Is the request you’ve chosen from something I’ve written for before? Like is it for a specific AU or series/one shot I have going? Or is this request completely different and is it’s own standalone? Please be clear on what it is so I know what it is you’re looking for exactly. 

8. Lastly, are you okay with waiting weeks for me to get this done? 

These are guidelines which are pretty simple, anyone who’s gonna shame me for this or send hate will be blocked. That block button and I are joined at the hip and I’m not afraid to use it. That’s all!! 

[letterstothemidnightsociety]

Yesterday I watched the beginnings of The Purge happening in real time and wondered where, exactly, I was, both physically and ecumenically. And since this season of The News is starting off even more ridiculous than the last year’s season, I’m not just gonna bury my feelings, I’m gonna salt and burn them. It’s Supernatural

Alright, previously on SPN, I thought we were finally ramping up on the Main Arc for season 2 and boy was I WRONG. The next few episodes clearly put the Main Quest on the back burner. Which, actually is pretty standard for Supernatural - you get a good run of quest episodes and then a switch to self-contained episodes that just sort of brush up against the season arc.

Next up is “Nightshifter” - a pretty solid stand alone episode about a guy who is definitely not robbing a bank. 

I love Chris Gauthier, our Extra of the Week. Sam really does him dirty by refusing to give him the Truth is Out There deal. I think my biggest question coming out of that whole scene is why??? I mean, cool, Sam’s worried about Ronald Reznik getting killed, I get it, but how is Ronald’s story any different from any number of hunters that they’ve met in their lives? Ronnie even has his own John Winchester Patented Murder Board™. He did do a lot of the leg work for the Winchesters, even if he wasn’t 100% right. In Sam’s defense, Ronald does die almost immediately, but he had a great run. 

You did good, kid. You did good.

More questions that I had about this episode? Special Agent Henriksen. Now don’t get me wrong, I do actually like Henriksen as an antagonist. I appreciate that the show is acknowledging just how shady hunters are. I mean, sure, they’re saving lives and killing evil sonsofbitches, blah blah blah, but also, they are regularly breaking and entering, finding dead bodies, leaving prints at crime scenes, impersonating officials, desecrating graves, not to mention that they are the last person seen with people who end up dead or missing. Like, it was only a matter of time before that came back to bite them. 

Some A+ work from Charles Malik Whitfield

But here's the thing - season 2 already has SO much going on. Like, they gotta avenge their dad and kill the yellow-eyed-demon. On top of that, they gotta keep Sammy from turning evil. Oh and also, they’ve gotta keep Sam safe from other Hunters who might think he’s turning evil, specifically Gordon. Now on top of all that we have to worry about the cops? Now it feels like you’re just throwing obstacles in their path to be a dick. Listing it out like this, it feels like season 2 is turning into a bit of a hot mess? Ok, Because I know that Henricksen comes back as a recurring antagonist, I’m maybe reading too much into it, but the next episode he recurrs in is episode 19 of this same season, so...maybe not? 

As a side note, I’m just gonna reiterate that I like Henriksen. I like him specifically because he is an Antagonist, not a Villain. Same goes for Gordon, in this season at least. They are not Villains in the traditional way this show presents Villains = Monsters. Both Gordon and Henriksen think what they are doing is for the greater good and they’re both going about it within the boundaries of their own moral codes. It’s just that those moral codes are in the way of our Protagonists, the Winchesters, and that’s actually some neat writing, so good job Season 2 Writing Team. 

Next up is “Houses of the Holy”, the first ever SPN episode about angels, and if you know anything about SPN but haven’t seen this episode (or seen this episode in a while), you will laugh out loud at this line: 

AHAH! AHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHahahah.

I will briefly point out that after this line I gave myself a sad by responding to my TV: “Do you need proof Dean? Or do you not believe in angels because that’s easier than thinking they don’t believe in you?” So you know, that’s where I’m at these days. 

And that’s basically it for this episode? I mean, there is a brief mention of the Main (???) Quest (???) when Sam talks about wanting/needing the angel to be real, as it gives him hope that he’s not all evil yet. It’s a nice piece character that comes out in a season that feels very Dean heavy in the emotions department so far. And so it does feel like a real hard let down when Sam finds out it’s not an angel, just spirit and he loses all that validation. 

Oof. That’s rough buddy.

Next up is “Born Under a Bad Sign”. On the surface, it looks like a return to the Main (???) Quest (???) but it brings me back to the question, what IS the Main Quest on this season?? IS it Sam Goes Evil? Like...shouldn’t the Main Quest still be Hunting the Yellow-Eyed-Demon? But I guess technically, Sam Goes Evil is part of the yellow-eyed-demon’s plan so stopping that from happening is stopping the yellow-eyed-demon and so technically that’s still...the Main….Quest?????????

It’s a little murky. In the same way that I think it’s smart that the Winchesters don’t defeat the yellow-eyed-demon at the end of season one, I also think it’s smart that they differentiate the through-line on season 2 from season 1, but when you pair the two seasons together it does feel like they’ve abandoned the part about defeating the Villain - the actual Villain, evil plans and twirling mustache and everything.

But then we find out that, no, no this has nothing to do with the yellow-eyed-demon, this is just Meg Being Meg. She’s not here for some grand purpose, she’s just here to dick around with the Winchesters. That bitch is powered by Murder and Spite and I love it. And I’m not gonna lie, Jared Padalecki is hecking CRUSHING Being Meg Being Sam Being Meg again. Just like, CRUSHING it.

Of course, the bigger issue at stake is, unsurprisingly, the relationship between Sam and Dean. Sam wants Dean to make good on his promise to kill Evil!Sam, and Dean just loopholes his way out of it, even when he’s shot and drowned and beat to shit. 

WHY is Dean driving in this scene? Between the head trauma and blood loss and the alcohol and whatever pills Jo gave him at the bar, he should NOT be operating heaving machinery. 

He says he’ll save Sam if it’s the last thing he does and like...he’s probably just gonna die trying? Which like...ok, sure, but also you’d end up with Evil!Sam probably taking over the world or some nonsense, so it’s not a great strategy.

On the other hand, based on Jo’s general vibe this episode, I believe that she would not hesitate to take a shot at killing an Evil!Sam and I kind of love her for it. 

That bitch is gonna do what it takes. Or you know probably just think up a better solution, she’s not so close to the situation and also she’s defs way smarter than all the Winchesters put together. 

So this episode is not about the Main Quest, not really, although it ties into the major emotional arc of the Main Quest so maybe??? It is??? Anyone???

And then to round out this disc, we have “Tall Tales”. What would Supernatural be without the one two punch of Highly Emotional Episode followed by That Funny Episode??

And “Tall Tales” is great. Jared Padalecki is, again, CRUSHING it and Jensen Ackles is so committed to that eating gag, just *chefs kissy fingers* c’est magnifique! 

I legitimately love this episode - the format is screwy, the narrators are both unreliable, DadBobby comes back. I want to complain that putting this episode in the same season as “The Usual Suspects” - another episode that breaks format - feels too soon, but you know what? You do you, guys. I love this episode and I love that the Trickster is a recurring...uhh, let’s call him another antagonist who thinks what he’s doing is for the greater good and he goes about it within the boundaries of his own moral code. Bless him he’s a delight and also he has a doggo so he can’t be all bad, right??

Also, yes, I know he turns out to be the angel Gabriel and you know what? I’m fine with that. 

I gotta say, for a quartet of standalone episodes (ok yeah, I’m officially calling “Born Under a Bad Sign” a Side Quest), these were hella solid. These are not just filler episodes, these are interesting and emotionally complex and very enjoyable. I’d argue these standalones are more interesting and enjoyable than quite a few of the standalones in season 1, so it really feels like the show is in its stride. 

This is why 20+ episode seasons are still relevant. Yeah, the throughline for the season does feel a little muddled and messy, but on an 8 or even a 12-13 episode season, you don’t get this kind of room to play and experiment and make fun of yourselves the way that SPN does. There’s all this breathing room to try new things. There’s space to introduce new characters and play with dynamics and surprise your viewers. 

A 20+ ep season is a daunting (and expensive) task, but there’s gotta be a certain amount of freedom that comes with it too. Freedom to just have fun with these characters and this world that you’ve created. I don’t mind shorter seasons - honestly, it saves me, personally, a lot of time and the writing gets sharper and tighter and better at telling the one story the show is here to tell. But I hope that, if television continues to shorten seasons, that they also allow at least a little time for standalone episodes like these. 

[nasabeck]

In case you missed it, I’ve got myself a little fic rec blog where I reblog works I’ve read about the following people/characters;

    - Bucky Barnes (Marvel)     - Steve Rogers (Marvel)     - Sebastian Stan (RPF)     - Chris Evans (RPF)     - Chris Beck (The Martian)     - Lance Tucker (The Bronze)     - Carter Baizen (Gossip Girl)     - Chris (Destroyer)     - Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)     - Frank (Endings, Beginnings)     - Frank Adler (Gifted)     - Dean Winchester (Supernatural)     - Sam Winchester (Supernatural)     - Jensen Ackles (RPF)     - Jared Padalecki (RPF) All of the works are fully tagged to make it easier to find a particular genre/category/trope/au etc and everything is separated into categories.

If this sounds up your street, then please give it a look, share or follow (if you’re feeling extra generous, then why not do all three?)!

I’m always looking for new writers and works, so please feel free to submit the URLs of your favourite writers, series/standalones or (and especially) your own work.

I’m also offering a beta service if you’re even in need of one!

Sam xo

[thebestbookrecommendations]

The Last Town - Blake Crouch

(Wayward Pines #3/3)

Welcome to Wayward Pines, the last town. Secret Service agent Ethan Burke arrived in Wayward Pines, Idaho, three weeks ago. In this town, people are told who to marry, where to live, where to work. Their children are taught that David Pilcher, the town’s creator, is god. No one is allowed to leave; even asking questions can get you killed. But Ethan has discovered the astonishing secret of what lies beyond the electrified fence that surrounds Wayward Pines and protects it from the terrifying world beyond. It is a secret that has the entire population completely under the control of a madman and his army of followers, a secret that is about to come storming through the fence to wipe out this last, fragile remnant of humanity.

Read if You Like:

Science Fiction

Thrillers

Horror

Mysteries

Dystopian Fiction

Post Apocalyptic Fiction

Suspenseful Stories

Recommended if You Enjoy:

Paul Tremblay (Survivor Song)

Hugh Howey (Wool Omnibus)

Blake Crouch (Run)

Jeremy Robert Johnson (The Loop)

Supernatural (T. V. Series, 2005)

10 Cloverfield Lane (Movie, 2016)

First Book in Series:

Previous Book in Series:

[ohmoonbeam]

Pure love and filth, what a dream! Jensen all sweaty and greasy from working on the Impala, being claimed on the backseat, what more could you ask for?

Ever Been In The Backseat?

Summary - Your fantasy involving a certain green-eyed actor, yourself and a certain classic, black car comes true.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Warning - Smut 18+, Unprotected sex (y'all are better than that), Oral sex (fem receiving), bearded!jensen, fluff, a little mention of Dom!Jensen (this fic really got out of my hand), just pure filth, PWP.

Word Count - 1890

Square Filled - Shirtless!Jensen ( @spndeanbingo )

Written for @anaelsbrunette's Yas 20th Birthday Bash. HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE YAS! Hope you like this <3<3 Prompt is in bold.

I blame this fic idea entirely on @jawritter but I don't think she is sorry, neither am I.

Beta'd by the lovely @deanwanddamons. Before writing this, I went through her fic "The One With Baby" to get an idea of the smut so she deserves a double shoutout!

I love the Ackles fam but for the sake of this fic, Jensen is not married to Danneel. This is only a work of fiction.

All the adult stuff is mentioned under the cut. So if you're under 18, DO NOT read any further!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Looking up from your book, you realized the house was incredibly quiet. This was very unusual considering your husband was home. Normally you could hear his deep voice from his office on the other side of the hall or hear him strumming his guitar, humming along to an unknown song, but today the house was quiet and Jensen was nowhere to be found.

As if on cue, your four legged, fur baby walked into the room. Putting aside the book in your hand, you extended your arms to beckon the dog.

“Where's Dad?” You asked him as the German Shepherd walked up to you, wagging his tail. The dog tilted his head, looking up at you. “Even you don't know, huh?” You got up from your seat, kneeling down in front of the dog and gently patted his head. “Come on. Let's go find him.”

Noticing the door to the garage was open, you went in. Since the arrival of Dean’s beloved Impala, Jensen had been spending an ungodly amount of time in there, repairing and oiling the parts of the classic car and right now, the said actor was standing there in front of Baby with hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork.

Smacking your lips, you let your eyes roam over his body, taking in how his jeans clung low on his hips, the black shirt fitting his toned body perfectly, his piece of flannel lay abandoned on the garage floor. Your lips parted, a small sigh leaving them as Jensen's hand went up to his face, scratching his scruffy beard. You shivered ever so lightly at the memory of last night - the sweet burn of that beard you had felt as his sinful mouth was devouring you. The thought itself made a light blush creep up your neck, but you gathered yourself and asked, “How long have you been down here, Mr. Ackles?”

“Hey.” Jensen looked up at your words, smiling when he saw you. “Kinda lost track of time. Miss me already?”

“Mhm.” You slowly approached the man. Pecking his lips, you asked, “Is she all set for a ride?”

“Oh you bet she is.” Jensen smirked, quickly catching on to your innuendo. You let your eyes travel south of his body as he bent over to pick up a rag cloth and his black shirt rode up a little, giving you a glimpse of his stomach. Your mind instantly ran wild with thoughts involving a certain green eyed man and you in the backseat of a certain black car.

“Eyes up here, missus.” Jensen's voice pulled you out of your explicit thoughts and your eyes snapped up to meet with his green ones. Cleaning his hands, he threw the rag on the floor. “So what brought you down here, sweetheart?” He husked.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his pet name for you. Very often, you had noticed that the thin line between the actor and character had started getting blurred even when Jensen was home - this was one of those times.

“You look very….Dean, you know.” You said, ignoring his question, “Except this.” You touched his bearded face to emphasise your words. Jensen made quick work of shutting the hood before looking at you again.

“You didn't seem to mind it last night when you were begging me for more.” His lips tugged up in a smirk. “I bet you are thinking about it right now, aren't ya?”

‘Fuck, how did he know?’ You wondered, but all your rational thoughts flew out of the window when he took your hand in his, entangling his fingers with yours. Jensen's other hand moved to your waist, holding you tightly, pulling you dangerously close to his body. You placed your free hand on your husband's shoulder to steady yourself when he leaned in, claiming your lips with his pink, plump ones, his beard tickling your face a little. Jensen's fingers untangled themselves from yours and his other hand left your waist and both moved up to cup your face.

Moaning, you hooked your hands behind his neck as his teeth grazed your lip. Your knees buckled under his hypnotic touch as he slipped his tongue into your mouth . Your whole body tingled , your eyes slipped closed, and your toes curling as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. You felt your lungs screaming for air until Jensen finally let go of your lips. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you, his eyes blown with lust. He slammed you against the door of the car.

You gasped when his hands sneaked under your shirt. With one swift movement of his hand, Jensen lifted your shirt over your head, throwing it on the ground, leaving you in just your bra. His hands pinned yours down to the side as he moved closer to you, his growing excitement pressed against your thigh. He hungrily attacked your lips once more. You had barely caught your breath when his mouth started to move downwards.

“Jay-” you whined when he nipped on the pulse point in your neck, Jensen let go of your hands, cupping your face as he whispered against your neck, “Jay what, baby?” The feel of his lips sent shivers down your spine. He ran his hand down your body, stopping at the waistband of your slacks.

“I-” you sucked in a deep breath when his fingers dipped below the waistband of your slacks, brushing against your already dampened cotton panties, pulling a soft whimper out of your lips.

“Baby, you're soaked.” He husked. “Tell me sweetheart, how long have you thinkin’ about getting fucked in the backseat?”

“L-long-” the words got stuck in your throat when he pinched your inner thigh.

“Didn't hear you. Say it louder.” He growled into your ear, his beard grazing past the skin on your neck. “Say it, baby.”

“Long e-enough.” Jensen hummed as his hand teasingly circled around your clothed core, pinching and squeezing the skin of your inner thighs.

“Fucking tease.” You whined at the sudden loss of touch when he pulled out his hand.

“What do you want? Tell me.” He smirked, looking into your eyes.

“Fuck me.”

And that's all it took for Jensen to open the door to the backseat of the Impala before nudging you to go in. You did so in with shaky legs and slid across the seat. Jensen lifted his shirt over his head with one swift motion of his wrist before undoing his belt. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your slacks and pulled them off, along with your ruined panties. Smirking again, he climbed into the car beside you, closing the door behind him. Unhooking your bra, Jensen's hands moved up to your breasts, kneading and massaging them. His fingers caressed your stiff nipples before his mouth latched onto one sensitive bud. He flicked your nipple gently while his fingers worked on the other one.

“Fuck-” you moaned aloud, your voice bouncing off the closed doors of the Chevrolet. Stopping the assault on your nipple, his mouth started to move down after placing a kiss on the valley between your breasts. He caressed your entire torso, his mouth trailing kisses down your body before he gently pushed your legs apart, dipping his head down to your heated core. He left a trail of wet kisses up your thigh, his beard leaving a sweet burn on your skin in its wake.

His hot breath fanned against your throbbing pussy. He looked up at you before pushing one of his fingers inside you, eliciting a moan out of you. He pumped hard twice before adding a second finger.

“Fuck-” you moaned.

“That's exactly what I'm planning on to do.” Jensen rasped, as he increased the pace, curling his fingers inside you, brushing past your g-spot repeatedly. You sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled out his fingers and his mouth latched onto your aching pussy. You arched your back at his action. Your hands moved down, fingers getting tangled up in his long hair, pulling a low growl out of him, the vibrations of it edging you over.

“Jen-oh shit!” You exclaimed as he hungrily devoured you, his tongue repeatedly assaulting your sensitive pussy, sucking needily on your bundle of nerves. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten before a wave of pleasure washed over you.

“Shit!” You gasped as Jensen’s tongue lapped your juices hungrily. Panting, you tried to come down from your high as you saw him lift himself up slightly to get rid of his jeans. Your eyes were drawn towardson his noticeable bulge. Moving your hands near him, you reached out to palm his hardened cock through his boxers.

“Fuck baby-” Jensen groaned before grasping you by your wrist.

“If you keep doing that, I won't last long.” He purred, pulling his boxers down and discarding them somewhere on the front seat. His erection sprung free from his confines. Taking his hardened cock in his hand, he gave it a few strokes, running his hand up and down his shaft, the tip beaded with precum. He lined himself with your dripping entrance. His swollen tip teasingly nudged at your opening before he pushed himself into you.

“Oh-” you hissed, the sensation painful at first, but your mouth fell open in an inaudible moan as that pain turned into pleasure. “You need to m-move.” You said. He lifted himself up, pulling out of you leaving only the tip of his engorged cock inside you, before pushing back in again, deeper than before. You bucked your hips to match with his rhythm. Locking his fingers with yours, Jensen kept thrusting deep into you as you finally settled in a sync with him.

With every thrust, you inched closer to your release as both your breathing became ragged. The car’s confined space was filled with needy moans and deep breaths. Jensen buried his face in the crook of your neck as you felt the coil in your stomach tightening once more. He nibbled on your skin. You freed your hands from his grip and placed them on the small of his back as your nails dug into his skin.

“Fuck-Y/N!” He exclaimed and your nails dug deeper, his breath tickling your neck along with his beard.

“‘M close,” you breathed out.

“Mhm. That's it, baby, just like that, let it go.” Jensen rasped, as his thrusts became sloppy. Your coil finally snapped as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed over you.

“Fuck! Fuck! Jensen!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming undone. A few more thrusts and Jensen spilled himself into you, a grunt falling out of his lips, as his seed coated your walls. He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. Pecking your lips, he pulled out of you. You stared up at the foggy glass windows as Jensen reached for his boxers. Opening the door, he stepped out in all his naked glory. You sat up in the seat, also naked, as you watched him pull his boxers and jeans back up, leaving his belt unbuckled.

As Jensen turned his back to grab his shirt, you whispered loud enough for him to hear, “The backseat of Baby surely now has some stains and stories.”

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Big Sky Season 3 Episode 2: Release Date, Preview & Spoilers

ABC's crime mystery "Big Sky" has returned for a third season as of September 21, 2022, with the first episode titled "Do You Love an Apple," where the few months that the town of Helena enjoyed relative peace came to an abrupt after the arrival of Sunny Barnes and her family. The Barnes had established Sunny Day Excursions just past the edge of the town, and things went amiss right after that with Cassie brought in to look into the case of a missing backpacker while Jenny and Beau, the town's new sheriff, tried to track a murderer on the run. The previous season saw Ronald Pergman, the primary villain that the ABC drama focused on, meet his end, along with several other characters, including the remaining Legarski brother, Wolf, who was suffocated with a plastic bag by an antagonist masquerading as a paramedic, apparently sent by John Milton. Rick Legarski, Wolf's brother, had died earlier in Season 1 of Big Sky when his own wife flogged him to death after learning that her husband had feigned amnesia to be pardoned of his sex crimes. Big Sky Season 3 Episode 2 Preview In this week's episode i.e, Episode 2, which is titled "The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep", we will see an angry real estate agent Tonya call the cops on a squatter who broke into one of her homes and when Jenny arrives at the scene, she discovers a startling connection to her past linked to the case. https://youtu.be/FlpZbJP7Q3k Meanwhile, new sheriff Beau and Cassie team up to track the backpacker who is still missing while Sunny tries her best to guard a secret of her own which is hidden in the forest. But when Sheriff Beau's daughter Emily decides to take things, in particular the campground investigation, into her own hands, she chances upon a story that is a lot more wicked than anyone could have imagined. Big Sky Season 3 Episode 2: Release Date New episodes of Big Sky Season 3 are released every week on Wednesdays, and this week's episode, the second of the season will air on Wednesday, September 28, 2022. Moreover, Episode 3, called "A Brief History of Crime," will air on October 5 at said time on the same day. Big Sky Season 2: How To Watch? Big Sky airs on ABC on the said days at 10 pm ET/PT. ABC is can accessed by viewers in the United States with a traditional cable subscription or through the various live streaming services in the market, including Hulu with Live TV, YouTube TV, and FuboTV. https://twitter.com/livelyackles/status/1572771150463381504?s=20&t=y5d2mW_6N0iqaF5_cVPzvw Fans seeking to catch up on the previous seasons of the crime drama may do so on-demand through ABC's official website, granted they have a subscription on Hulu, which allows users to sign up as a standalone service, and as a part of Hulu with Live TV or the Disney Bundle. For fans in the United Kingdom, episodes from Big Sky Season 2 are being regularly released on Disney Plus, as per reports. However, there has been no information yet on when episodes from the latest season, i.e, Season 3, are going to be made available on the streaming service. Big Sky Season 3 Plot and Cast From the pages of writer C.J. Box, Big Little Lies' famed storyteller David E. Kelly has brought us a brand new series in Big Sky, which revolves around private detectives Cody Hoyt and Cassie Dewell, who team up with the former's estranged wife, who also happens to be a former cop, to tackle crimes compromising the safety of their community. The star cast of Big Sky Season 3 consists of Katheryn Winnick as Jenny Hoyt, Kylie Bunbury as Cassie Dewell, Dedee Pfeiffer as Denise Brisbane, Jamie-Lynn Sigler as Tonya Wallis, J. Anthony Pena as Deputy Mo Popperak, Jensen Ackles as Beau Arlen, and last but not the least Reba McEntire as Sunny Barnes. From dealing with evil crime rings to kidnappings, Big Sky Season 3, also known as Big Sky: Deadly Trails, has introduced certain new characters who have unique roles to play in Helena, Mont, including Beay Arlen, the new sheriff of the town, and a mysterious new couple, the Barnes who establish an excursion company just out of town that goes on to be at the center of the season's mysterious happenings. Read the full article

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Next|TV - “Cover Story: Super-Long Series”

(...) “I can count on two hands — one hand — the series that reach 300 episodes and 15 years,” said Peter Roth, chairman of Warner Bros. Television Group, which produces Supernatural. “Supernatural has the basic fundamentals of success — great writing, great performances, great execution, and two stars whose skills and charisma and presence keep growing and growing and growing.”

Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles play the Winchester brothers, racing around the country in a 1967 Chevy Impala.(...) (...) Mark Pedowitz, chairman and CEO of The CW, said the edgy kinship between the Winchester brothers — older brother Dean is something of a guardian for Sam, who often wishes to quit demon hunting and live a normal life — is what has sustained the series over the many years. “The two brothers’ relationship is so identifiable to so many people,” he said.‘Super’ Star The CW has frequently used Supernatural, which CW insiders say features a broad demographic audience, to promote new programs over the years, including Arrow, The Flash, The Vampire Diaries and Riverdale. “It’s stunning how many shows have been paired with Supernatural,” said Pedowitz.

He added that the low-maintenance nature of Padalecki and Ackles has been a model for talent on other CW shows. “They set a tone that permeates the whole network,” Pedowitz said.

The key to any show lasting for 15 seasons is a pleasant and productive atmosphere on the set. Executive producers on every show speak of the family atmosphere on their series, but only the shows that exist for 300 or so episodes can truly boast of it. “Bob [Singer, executive producer] and Eric [Kripke] did a good job creating an atmosphere that is functional and friendly,” said Andrew Dabb, executive producer and showrunner of Supernatural. “It’s a place that people want to be part of.”

A long-running show ideally experiences an evolution over its lifetime. In the early years of Supernatural, a season would be composed mostly of standalone episodes, with a half-dozen tied to ongoing mythology. Over time, those numbers flipped, and Supernatural became more serialized. (...) Pedowitz mentioned “a true rebound” for Supernatural after it turned up on Netflix in 2011. “A whole new audience is finding it,” he said. “They may not find it on The CW, but they’re finding it.”

Added Dabb: “It keeps renewing itself over and over again on Netflix. It’s been key to our longevity.” (...) (...) The Supernatural crew is geared up for the show’s big send-off. Pedowitz said it will be very strange to start a new season in January and not have Supernatural as part of it. Peter Roth admitted getting “quite weepy” while watching the finale’s earlier cuts. “It’s as perfect an ending to a fantasy as exists,” he said. “It’s a perfect conclusion to these brothers’ journey.”

The producers are pleased with the Supernatural farewell, too.

“Andrew and I are happy with the way we decided to conclude the show,” executive producer and showrunner Robert Singer said. “We don’t feel like we left anything on the table.”

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Batman: The Long Halloween Pts. 1 & 2 (10/10) - Some of DC’s Best Work in Years

“Harvey, Harvey, Harvey! Can’t you see I’m a new man, Bats? I’m finally awake… and unlike Harvey Dent, I’m not beholden to petty motives like revenge, or worse, career advancement. A weight has been lifted. I don’t have to decide who’s innocent, and who’s guilty anymore. All I have to do is… execute.” 

-Harvey Dent/Two-Face I will make my statement on this film first, as a standalone movie, and not as a comic book adaptation. As a film, it is incredible, just incredible. The new Rebirth-era art style was already great in Superman: Man of Tomorrow and Justice Society: World War II, but Batman: The Long Halloween utilized it the best. The watercolor palette backgrounds, the bold and thick lines, the dark gothic noir of Gotham, and more. Although the animation can dip in quality every now and then, it is used when it really counts. Case in point: the fight scenes. They are dynamic, fast-paced, satisfying, and creative. The standouts for me in particular, would be Harvey Dent vs Joker, Batman and Catwoman vs The Triads, and of course, the final confrontation between Gotham’s supervillains, Carmine Falcone, Batman, and Catwoman in the climax of part 2. The casting was ingenious. Jensen Ackles does a damn good job as Batman, the late Naya Rivera providing a smooth, sultry, and badass Catwoman, Josh Duhamel nailing a Harvey Dent slowly losing his edge, David Dastmalchian as the eerie Calendar Man, and Troy Baker reprising his role as Joker, in a near-perfect imitation of Mark Hamill. I think the only misses for the movie would be pacing, and perhaps stepping up the tension even more, to make the stakes more palpable in part 1. The story is where things are complicated. I said as a standalone movie, it all works great. In fact, I would say the big highlight of the story is Harvey Dent’s fall from grace. It is masterfully done, and I particularly loved this film’s portrayal of Two Face coming to light. Batman’s contributions to the narrative are nothing to scoff at either. I quite appreciated the ties to the Falcone family that made the story more personal. However, as a comic book adaptation, there are questions that come up. The ending, for example, is changed. It isn’t an awful change like Batman: Hush’s ridiculous Riddler twist, but actually feels a lot less confusing and more concise than what happened in the original story. There are other minor changes, with certain holidays being changed, the Riddler’s involvement scrapped altogether, and the lack of an open-ended ending (or at least more so) like in the original. If I were to judge it as a comic book adaptation, I would say 7.5-8ish. However, on its own, 10’s across the board, baby. I am not one to judge purely based on its accuracy to the source material, but on the product at hand. Batman: The Long Halloween Pts. 1 & 2 are some of DC’s best work in years, and I cannot wait for whatever else the Rebirth universe has to offer.