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Not My Wife

Characters: Danneel Ackles, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki

Pairing: Danneel x Jensen, Jared x Gen

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Nesnej (yep that’s a warning - ask Jared :P)     

Word Count: 1200ish

A/N: I blame Gen and her livestream for this, but also @mysupernaturalfics who is an enabler! She is also the gem that betaed this for me.

Side note this is my first time writing a Padackles fic with no reader, but I can promise you it won’t be the last time. I love these guys so much and I wanna show them some love without inserting third of fifth parties into their lives cause they are perfect as is.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

GIF NOT MINE BUT INSPIRED THE FIC A LITTLE - KINDA!

A night like this what exactly what they all needed. It wasn’t that neither of them didn’t love their jobs, their lives, and kids, but sometimes parents needs to take a breather to be husband and wife again. This weekend every year was exactly what Jensen and Danneel needed, as well as Jared and Gen. ACL was an event they aways attended together.

Jared and Jensen were best friends. More than that, they were brothers and even though every day was spent together on set 4 days of the week, 9 months out of the year, a huge chunk of their free time was spent in each other’s company as well. Very much helped by the fact that their wives had become as much like sisters as Jared and Jensen were brothers.

Tonight wasn’t about Supernatural, opening of a brewery or even their kids. It was simply about having fun and enjoying each other’s company. The music was loud and the alcohol was flowing. Everyone was laughing and having a great time, dancing and laughing, never wanting the night to come to an end.  

Jensen however, proved to be a bit of a light weight just like always and Gen with her petite frame reached her limit a lot sooner than the others, which was why she agreed to stay by Jensen’s side while Jared and Danneel went off to get more drinks. Leaving Jensen alone in a crowd like this was never a good idea, unless they wanted to spent a few hours searching for the lovable, drunk with the attention span of a two year old.

Luckily Red Hot Chili Peppers did the trick to keep Jensen’s attention locked to the screen, while dancing and chatting away with Gen. It wasn’t like she wasn’t gonna notice if he was to wander off anyway either. Jensen was an affectionate drunk and not just with his wife or women for that matter. Jensen hugged and cuddled with just about anyone he could get away with, which Danneel didn’t mind one bit.

Gen smiled when Jensen wrapped his arms around her from behind, dancing with her as she thought of Danneel’s words. “Drunk or not he is still Jensen. I trust him and I know he is mine so let him have fun. Some wives has to suffer men with a terrible temper when they are drunk. I just get to laugh at my husband being cuddly with strangers.”

Gen leaned back against Jensen, enjoying his embrace. They had been friends for years and it wasn’t that she minded or wasn’t used his cuddly side and as long as he was dancing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, it wasn’t like she had to worry about him wandering off.

Gen frowned, feeling the deep rumble in Jensen’s chest and she knew he was talking to her but the music was so loud she couldn’t make out a word. Gen tilted her head back to look up at him only to freeze up when Jensen’s lips met her’s in a sweet kiss. She stared up at him in shock when he pulled back only to see him frown in confusion before muttering.

“You’re not my wife.”

Gen erupted into a fit of giggled, lovingly slapping his cheek, shaking her head at him as Jared’s voice sounded behind them.

“No. That’s my wife,” Gen and Jensen both looked in the direction of Jared’s voice. The giant of a man was struggling to keep the smirk of his face and the pretend scowl on. “What the hell dude?”

Jensen ignored his friend as he quickly apologized to Gen before turning to his wife with a wet puppy look on his face, completely oblivious to the fact Danneel was laughing her ass off and not the slightest bit angry with him. He felt beyond guilty even if it had been an accident. Jensen was a flirt but he loved his wife with all his heart. Never once since he had first kissed her had he had the need to kiss or touch anyone else.

Danneel knew that and just kept giggling as Jensen pulled her into his arms. He kissed her neck and cheeks and lips over and over again, trying to express what his words couldn’t in his intoxicated state.

“I’m so sorry. I thought she was you, DeeDee,” he muttered with a pout on his lips and his eyes nailed to the floor, much like a puppy anticipating a scolding after stealing from the treat drawer. His guilty expression only caused her to laugh even harder before cupping his face in her hands, pressing her lips to his in a tender kiss.

“I think we need to get you glasses, you dork,” she smiled, wiggling her nose at him and Jensen buried his face in her neck, letting her hug him tight, relieved things were okay between them even if he still felt bad.

***

Jensen groaned as he felt Danneel shift beside him on the bed. His head was killing him and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and hide out in bed all day. He knew that wasn’t an option since his parents was gonna be back with the kids around noon, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get an hour or two worth of sleep, cuddling with his wife if he played his cards right.

A content sigh fell from Jensen’s lips when he shifted towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest. He never once opened his eye as he acted purely on instinct. An instinct that also caused his eyes to shot open the moment her body connected with his. Jensen knew and loved every inch of Danneel’s body. The woman next to him most certainly wasn’t his wife.  

“Morning Jensen,” Gen smiled sweetly up at him and Jensen moved faster than he had ever moved before, jumping from the bed, looking up and down himself, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw his boxer were still on his body.

His confusion and fear was chased away the second a roar of laughter sounded from the other side of the room. Gen giggled, crawling off the bed heading for her laughing husband’s arms as Jensen stared at the three people in front of him with an absolute look of betrayal on his face.

“What the hell?!!” Jensen glared from his best friends to his wife, all of whom were still not able to control their fits of laughter.

“That’ll teach you not to kiss my wife,” Jared snorted and Jensen stared daggers at the man.

“That’s not funny,” he grumbled, making Danneel step towards her sulking husband, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was still giggling, but there was a look of absolute adoration in her eyes when she looked up at him.

“You’re right. It’s not funny,” she grinned up at him, her smile contagious and Jensen relaxed in her arms as she pressed her lips against his in a sweet kiss. “It’s hilarious.”

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Hell (Chapter Six: The first rule of Fight Club is. You do not talk about Fight Club.)

Gif not mine

Summary: Y/n Singer, after selling his soul to save Sam’s life, has accepted her destiny (or maybe not?). But her family doesn’t.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1311

Warnings: Angst.

Chapter One: Fair Exchange Chapter Two: What Will We Do Without Her? Chapter Three: Fire and Ice Chapter Four: The Enemy of My Enemy, is My Friend Chapter Five: The Demon and The Huntress

It’s exactly one month away from my departure. Things were normal. I went back to hunt with Sam and Dean, while my father continues to do research on research, although he tries to avoid being discovered. Between me and Dean didn’t do much, only silent glances, thinking back to both that night in the Impala. As he had said, all we said and did that night, nobody knows anything. Meanwhile, I begin to count on the days I have to live before I go forever to hell. This evening in particular, I feel more melancholy than usual. I left Sam and Dean resting at my father’s house after finishing another grueling monster hunt. Suffering, I take my usual leather jacket, and I go out the door to the back. Not far from home there is a bar open until late; I’m in, the jukebox plays a low-volume Bon Jovi song, Dead or Alive. Well done for my situation. I approach one of the free stools near the counter, and I sit down. I ask the barman a shot of tequila, which I sneak in a moment. The throat begins to burn, but even so, I ask another round. The barman approaches the tequila bottle, and in a moment I take it in his hands; the man looks up to the sky, and even if at first he hesitates, he decides to leave me alone. These days I was thinking of how to live my last month of life; maybe I could do those things I would have done if I had no days counted. The first desire: to drink so much that I don’t remember what I did the night before. What am I to lose? And it would be the ideal evening, if it was not for.. her. At my fourth shot of tequila, I notice with the tail of the eye that someone has sat at my side. “My favorite hunter! You look good.” I look her, and as soon as I see who I am, I raise my eyes. “What are you doing here?” I didn’t see Ruby since we drove out the Kitsune. I swallow my glass, but before I close it to my lips, Ruby takes my shot from under my nose and drinks it all in a breath. “I was in these parts, and I thought I would visit you.” “You’re kind.” I get up from the stool, and after dropping a few bills on the counter, I head for the exit. The night breeze strikes my face, making me shiver. I start walking aimlessly, when I hear the footsteps of Ruby who follow me close behind. “Come on, I know a place where we can have fun!” I stop, and she is in front of me. Why is she here? She has nothing else to do? Yet, I feel that the tequila begins to take effect, because after a couple of Ruby pleas, accept her proposal. On foot, there is almost total darkness, the city is deserted. Ruby heads east, and I follow her in silence. After crossing the road, we head to a door sealed by wooden boards. Ruby knocks at pace, as if it were a sort of secret code. And indeed it is what it looks like: some of the wooden aisle moves and Ruby makes me sign to follow her. We go down a few stairs, and we find ourselves in a semi-illuminated basement, with at least twenty people, positioned in semicircle around two men who fight each other. “What is a fight club?” A grin forms on Ruby’s face. “Sort of.” I look around, the men screaming around the two wrestlers, encouraging them to strike harder. I look at the two men in the middle of the room, then I see them: the eyes of one of the men in a heartbeat become completely black. My hand instinctively puts on the gun hidden behind my back. Ruby quickly intimate me of not doing things I might regret. “Did you bring me into a fucking demonic fight club?” “Come on, Y/n! They don’t know who you really are, and you can kick some ass. And.. they don’t use their powers.” The two men are still struggling, when one of them suddenly stops, surrendering. The winner raises his arms to the sky and screams, like a lion who has just ‘eliminated’ his prey. “So who has the balls to challenge me?” “She would try with joy.” I’m immobilized on the spot, because of Ruby’s words. Damn, I think this will be the biggest shit I’ll do in my… short, life. I squeeze an arm of Ruby and I intimate her to leave, when the man approaches us. “Do she want to challenge me? I make her into little pieces just to look her in the eye.” Ah, you don’t know what you just did. I turn around, and I look at the man in his eyes; I take a deep breath, and after pulling out my jacket, I start toward the middle of the basement. My opponent stands in front of me, and with a faint grin on his face, he sluts on me. The man begins with a slight stroke, which I can easily dodge. He stretches out a leg, and with a slap, I find myself lying on the floor. My opponent tries to straddle over me, but before making his move, I raise my legs and I wrap them around his neck. I tighten my legs as much as possible, then I get up on my back, and I bang against him. The man staggers while I pick myself up off the ground, the screams of demons around me. I go to my opponent, and with a kick I push him toward the wall; he slips to the floor, and this time I’m straddling him. I begin to hit him hard on the face: one, two, three punches. I stop myself when I understand that my opponent is k.o. I move from his body, and I walk quickly toward the demons who still revel in the show they have just watched. I take Ruby, and I push her toward the stairs. “Let’s get out. Now.” The trouble, however, are coming. In fact, when I and Ruby meet us in the street, we hear screaming from the basement. Within seconds, the man I beat is in front of us, with the men who were in that basement. “You. You’re a hunter.” I look Ruby in the eye, and in a few seconds, I begin to run.

Ahead of a fight against the demons, normally I wouldn’t have pulled back, but when they are more than ten, and I have as the only 'weapon’.. well, Ruby.. She and I continue to run away, when we decide to takje different roads to confuse the demons. Ten minutes pass, and I find myself alone in a lane, with short breath. I hear the steps, and before I can take the gun, Ruby comes out of the corner. We both stay in silence, then I burst out laughing, and she follows me. “You had to tell me where you would bring me. I would have drunk more tequila.” After a while I leave the street, and checking that there is no demon in our heels, Ruby and I head quietly to my dad’s house. “Why are you here Ruby? I want the truth.” “I know who has your contract.” I stop suddenly, and I look at her with surprise. Are she lying again? She has already done it once. As if she had read my mind, Ruby keeps talking. “The demon is called Lilith. Maybe you’ve heard her name from Sam and Dean.” “What does this have to do with them?” Ruby’s eyes widen and she fixed me. “You don’t know anything?”

Chapter Seven: Unexpected Betrayal

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[1-crazy-dreamer]

Burn, witch, burn.

[seriouslyitsnotstopping]

“We can only infer at one point their clothes were lying in a pile together and ergo: sausage party.”

Misha Collins

[mishamigojen]

哈哈哈哈哈哈accurate

2013!Jensen: must you write these fan’s fictions??

2017!Jensen: chop chop guys those fanfictions won’t write themselves

[tiktaalic]

i think jensen ackles isnt allowed to say dyke but dean is.

i was on twitter for the very specific fallout where the she-ra crew/writers/producers/actors question mark? went on a live webshow and the host was a cishet dude and towards the end he was doing the various plugs like "you can find so and so on twitter at blah blahblah" and one of the plugs was "you can find more conversations with [lesbian one] and [lesbian two] on their podcast, dykes who watch movies" and people wholeheartedly tried to get this man canceled for plugging his friends' podcast which i thought was so very silly. anyway i want that to happen to jensen akcles

[samounette]

+ 7 avatar de Jensen Akcles

[magnificent-winged-beast]

She's just branding her pictures. I mean I get if you personally don't like it, but I don't think it's wrong or disrespectful in any way. They're just her pictures, she can brand them how she wants.

I truly respect the need to take credit for something one had produced or created. But my dear anon, the girl in question just hide among some bushes and had the luck to capture the gorgeousness of Jensen Akcles. She doesn't own the image or likeness of this actor. By actually branding him with her name in his skin, I must say, it seems an subconscious act that may not required a profound psychological analysis to determinate that in away she was branding Jensen as hers.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but the only property to claim in those pictures is Jensen, and  besides Jensen’s mother, only Danneel Ackles could proclaim full ownership of that content.

This images we take on a random occasion like this, or in Conventions. If they are publicly shared, I believe had the main purpose for this sharing is to be exposed for the enjoyment of all the fandom. And by taking the little effort of putting a casual watermark in a more gentle place inside the picture. The general part of the fandom will appreciate that effort and be very thankful. 

But if Iridescent Anny Needs the credit because she wants to be recognized as a photographer and eventually sell her work, maybe is doing his initial marketing at the wrong place, and IMO branding her pictures wrongly too.

Every Word of this rambling, is of course my uneducated opinion on Copyright issues of pictures taken from the bushes.

If any one os interested to put into context this Ask, you can go to this link where all started and has the links to the images in question.

PLEASE DON'T BRAND JENSEN, NOT COOL.

[krash-world]

Jensen Akcles please? ♥

done ;*

[inspiration-avatars]

Jensen Akcles please? ♥

with pleasure

[deanxmoose]

"Sam, It's okay I'm here, I'm not gonna leave you" "I don't want to do this without my brother" (Took the pictures from a YouTube video)

[tiktaalic]

Just came by cause I wanted to say your blog has become one of my favorites in the aftermath of The Con. Like I come here every day to see what’s new, cause you a) get the best anons and b) have the best takes. I love it here (in the lets-talk-about-the-shit-Jansen-akcles-has-done in a level-headed but humorous way to deal with our collective disappointment - chamber)

thanks . my job requires very little brain power and the idle state of my gray matter is to think of new saw traps to put jensen ackles in

[jeckleanddean]

When Squirrel wants what Moose is having [x].

[juzzypotter]

Significant Life Moment.

Date: Saturday 18 July, 2015

Time: 1:30pm (EST)

Place: My bedroom, Sydney, Australia

Moment: First appearance of Jensen Ackles in my watch of Dark Angel.