#jensen did their voices too

[bowsersdick]

ok rewatching spn because im a fucking idiot. i hate this show

[thebiggerbear]

Giving In

Summary: You've finally given in to what you've wanted all this time but will it be enough?

Pairing: ? (whoever you want it to be) x Female!Reader

A/N: This is a new format I was experimenting with while also practicing...well...smut. To a low degree. I've come across fics in the past for all different fandoms, on here and AO3, that have featured this "whichever character you want it to be" format. So this could be Dean, Russell, Beau, Soldier Boy, Jensen, whoever you want. I'm going to tag the ones I just mentioned just to give it somewhere to go but it was purposely kept vague to be whoever the reader wants it to be.

All unbeta'd.

Thank you @rieleatiel for pre-reading! I was so nervous lol. Once again, your input is invaluable and your time spent appreciated. 💖

Warnings: smut-ish (18+ - minors DNI); language

Word Count: 978

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187

You can also read on AO3

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as he moved in and out of you.

You felt his breath near your earlobe. “There it is. Let me hear some more of that, sweetheart.” He purposely moaned into your ear as an example.

You dug your nails into his back at the sound, matching the indentations that now resided in your bottom lip from your teeth. Fuck, that was hot. No wonder he wanted to hear similar sounds coming from you. “We shouldn’t—” You loudly gasped when suddenly without warning, he hiked your leg higher on his side, causing him to go just that little bit deeper. “Be doing this.”

“Yes, we should,” he whispered, feeling him trailing kisses down your jawline until he reached your lips. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” he grunted into your mouth, squeezing your hand in his almost as if to echo his sentiment.

You let him kiss you passionately, make love to you, but the guilt weighed heavily in your chest. You meant what you had said before — neither of you should be doing this. Yet as his hips moved steadily against yours, as he broke away to lift his head up and lock eyes with you, panting harshly, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself that you had wanted this for some time as well. It was a truth you kept hidden deep down inside that you refused to acknowledge. Even when you’d taken a picture together last week with your friends and his hand had stayed glued to the small of your back until the last possible second. When his gaze lingered on you longer than it should in polite company. When the discreet tender touches began, the inconspicuous feathery brush of his lips on your earlobe happened repeatedly when your head was a little too close to his, and when his hugs lasted a little too long. Each time any of those things occurred, you knew that you were heading in a direction that would only lead to trouble, getting closer and closer until one of you couldn’t take it anymore. Like a rumbling storm cloud that was close to breaking, the electricity in the air around you two became more and more charged until eventually lightning would strike and the downpour would be sudden and both of you would be drowning in it. You should have put a stop to it, to any of it, but you hadn’t. Because deep down in that secret place, you hadn’t wanted to. 

And now here you were, underneath the man who had as tight of a grip on your heart as he did your body — tighter even. He was staring down at you with a mix of desire and something akin to reverence; you stared back at him, the same feelings coursing through you alongside pleasure and — well, love. You loved these eyes now, the ones that watched your expressions closely as he moved within you. You loved these lips, the ones that parted to let out a deep groan when you reflexively clenched down on him to slow him down. You loved the deep voice that followed, telling you, “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing the shit out of me” as lust brightened the sheen in his eyes. You loved the warm yet prickly skin you felt underneath your hand when you placed it against his cheek, causing his eyes to shut halfway before he turned and pressed his lips to your palm.

You loved this man. You’d loved him when he insisted on playing you song after song from the playlist on his phone. You’d loved him the first time he’d laughed at something you said, appreciating your steady stream of snarky commentary from movies to news to every possible topic in life you two could find to discuss. You’d loved him when you turned to say something to him about the tv series you were binging together one day to find him already watching you with an affectionate smile and a soft, faraway look in his eyes. You’d loved him when he fell asleep on your couch one night after several drinks between the two of you, his head in your lap and his lips resting against your hand that he had brought to his mouth and placed soft kisses on before drifting off. You’d loved him when you saw an act of kindness from him to a stranger that wasn’t meant to be witnessed by you or anyone else nor was he aware that it was. You loved him beyond words with every smile; every conversation; every laugh; every exchange between you without words; every look; every phone call and facetime; every touch; every text message he sent; every embrace; every thought he had and shared with you; every time he spoke your name with that adoration attached to it — all of it. You loved him.

“I love you,” you whispered to him, straight from the heart.

He turned a dopey smile down on you, kissing the tips of your fingers reverently. He didn’t say it back; he never said it back. And you knew why. It was the very same reason you two should not be tangled up in each other like you were. 

But you knew that he loved you, too, even if he couldn’t say the words. The way he leaned down to kiss you; the way he moved your hand back over your head and slipped his fingers into yours; the way he continued moving both of your bodies anew; the way his mouth lingered near your ear and breathily encouraged your quiet moans with “That’s it, baby, let me hear all of it”; the way he held you to him as you shuddered in orgasm and pressed his lips to your temple — you knew he loved you. And that would have to be enough.

For now. 

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[anundyingfidelity]

OUT OF MIND — Soldier Boy/Ben

Summary: Ben believes he's alone in the lab, that you're just a product of his imagination and insanity. Is not like that, you're more real than he ever thought.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 1.3k.

Warnings: sexual content, p in v, blowjobs, handjobs, heavy non-con (such as reader taking advantage of Ben), nudity, some angst, mentions of torture and being unconscious.

Note: *another one* this is part of @artyandink Jensen's drabble marathon (if it can't be due to the content of this is totally okay tho!) Anyway hope you like this dark piece of crap I had on my drafts because I could never write a long fanfic ever again, I'm taking so damn long to write.

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The last doctor left, metal door closing behind his back, leaving you all alone with the man lying down in a too uncomfortable stretcher, hands and ankles tied.

The doctor's instructions were clear. He didn't care what you'd do to the experiment in the room. No one cared. As much as a scientist you were yourself, you stayed until late, admiring the former hero at your complete mercy, with nowhere to go or a voice to yell for help. Not that he might needed though.

The room was cold as you paced to remain by his side. His chest going up and down, eyes closed as he slept thanks to the dosis of gas you always administered before taking the tests of his blood and getting into the good part: the torture.

Tens of scientists and doctors stepped the lab to test his strength and powers, gifting him of endurance and new abilities along the way. You were one of them. And this was your price for making him indestructible instead of killing him, switching completely the main objective of the reds. You never really talked to Soldier Boy, more than just the silent moans and gasps leaving your mouth when you actually got into business. Ninety nine percent of the time he was unconscious under the effects of the gas, but he did caught you on top of him a couple of times, or just sucking him off until he was hard in your mouth. The only thing further than talking was his green eyes staring at you, just as he woke up from the slumber. But that made it a thousand times better.

With your fingertips, you traced his bare arm. The skin hot against your hand, finding the way up to his muscular chest, and then down his stomach, stopping right above his crotch. Your mind started wandering all over with the past memories of you and him inside that same lab room.

It was wrong, but you couldn't stop.

You've done this countless of times, what was with doing it again? Besides, he was a piece of shit of a man as far as you knew, using women as appliances and then tossing them like garbage once he was bored. You had to have fun too. Your hand went under his pants, softly playing with his shaft, as your free one went to brush away the mess his hair was doing on his forehead, so delicately.

His cock grew hard thanks to your touch, jerking him off smoothly. It only made you yearn for him more, the wetness between your legs increasing as you rubbed your thighs together to feel some friction that could relief you for a moment.

You pushed your skirt up and took off your panties, completely desperate to feel him inside you. But before you pulled his pants down enough to free his dick, ans you leaned down to take the tip of his cock between your lips, sucking him just right to earn a somewhat loud gasp from his throat. You took him deeper in your mouth, soaking his shaft with your saliva and stroking with your hand what couldn't fit.

Just as you tasted some pre cum, you pulled back and climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs and lining his cock with your cunt, rubbing yourself on his length. You moaned softly sinking down on him, your tight, wet walls engulfing his dick, until your ass met the hot skin of his thighs. His cock twitched inside you as you rolled your hips in slow, deep movements, that soon became desperate. Biting your lip, you unbuttoned your blouse and pushed your bra down. Quickly, you held on his chest with the palms of your hands, riding him.

Soldier Boy brows furrowed, his breathing became unsteady as much as yours. Sometimes he looked like he would wake up in any minute, but he wasn't really able to. The features on his beautiful face used to change as you had your way with him because it was natural, and you loved to be in control. The only thing you'd regret was his big hands not being put into good use because of the restraints around them. You were so close to your climax that you wished he could bury his nails on your ass and mark it red while you're bouncing on his cock. Maybe someday you'd do it the right way. But not right now. Control suited you and you liked being on top anyway, playing with your tits at your own pace as they bounced with every thrust.

His cock met the deepest parts inside your pussy and you played with your clit and your folds, reaching sweet release and coating his cock with your juices. You continued the steady rhythm of your hips, going for a second orgasm, his dick throbbing so hard you would just fuck him until he spilled inside.

You let out a raspy moan as he came, filling you up and triggering your climax again, thighs shaking. You recovered your breathe, feeling his cock softening inside your pussy. His brows went back to normal, but you felt his heart still racing. Shifting on top of his cock, you reach his bearded cheek, caressing his features.

"I wish I could see underneath all this," you mumbled. "But I'm afraid you'll wake up for real and kill me."

You smirked just a little at the thought. Probably he'd just agree to fuck you if he was awake and back to his old self again, not drugged, not put into sleep. He was the perfect toy nonetheless.

But then, his eyes fluttered open softly. He thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him, watching your face as the bright, white lights iluminated the room. Soldier Boy often believed you were a ghost from his twisted mind, that there was something inside his mind tormenting him to the point he was being used for sexual pleasure by an unknown entity. But your touch, the heat of your body, and your weight over his own told him otherwise. You were fucking real, straddling his lap, with his dick buried balls deep in your tight cunt, tits out and messy hair and lab coat. Soldier Boy groaned, hands clenching into fists.

He spent so much time, decades, inside those concrete walls that there was this primal need inside that couldn't be met. And you were there to make it true from time to time, even if he wanted it or not.

"Good morning, sunshine," you mocked when he tried to free his wrists, but was too weak to do so. "The gas effect is fading away I see."

He grunted as you pulled off from him, climbing down to fix your clothes and putting your panties back. Soldier Boy tried to scream, but his throat was sore; he had to fight the restrains on his limbs, however it was useless. He was so powerless and fragile for a moment.

"Shhh, it's okay," you whispered, putting your hand on his forearm. He looked at you with a mixture of fear and rage. "You're gonna be okay. I always take care of you," you smiled as the stretcher began to shake while he tried to set himself free. "Now don't try it, you're a good boy. Aren't you?"

Soldier Boy groaned like a scolded puppy once you combed his hair with your fingers.

"You've been here for a long time, and no one has ever taken such good care of you as I do," you said, leaning down until your lips were close enough to his ear. "So you better obey me and keep being a good bitch for me."

Once you pulled back, he got the perfect close up of your face before you turned around and left the room, the sound of your heels echoing before the metal door finally closed. In less than five minutes, the chamber was filled with novichok.

Before sleeping again, Soldier Boy knew it was real.

The woman fucking him on his dreams and living nightmares was so damn real.

Soldier Boy taglist

@delaynew

@k-slla

@thesilmarillionblog

@onlyangel-444

@mrsjenniferwinchester

@daisy-the-quake

@jackles010378

@mostlymarvelgirl

@deans-spinster-witch

@drasticemotions

@stoneyggirl2 @sapnaploves

@believeinthefireflies95

[ardentpoop]

Rob: When did you realize that the two of you had chemistry, that this was gonna work?

Jared: I felt it kinda instantly, ‘cause, you know, it was just [him] and me. You’re […] waiting to get summoned to walk two doors down the hall to the room with the thirty people that will decide your future… and so, you just kinda shoot the shit a little bit. And he’s like, [gruff voice] “So where’re you from?” And I was like, “Uhh, Texas.” He’s like, “Me too.” I’m like, “Cool.” And then he softened a little bit, and was like, “Who’s your team?” I was like, “Spurs.” He was like, “Alright, well. I don’t know about Spurs, y’know, I’m from Dallas, I like the Mavs. But alright.” He softened ever so slightly. Bristled a little bit at the Spurs comment. “So, uhh, you ever listen to country music?” I was like, “Pfft, do I ever listen to country music? I’m a Texan.” He’s like, “Okay.” Softened a little bit more, slightly. He’s like, “Uh, tell me about your family.” I was like, “Alright, well, I got an older brother, younger sister. What about you?” He’s like, “I got an… older brother, younger sister.” […] Ackles, to his credit, was like… “Well, shit. Let me ask some hard questions off the bat,” as opposed to like, [chipper voice] “How’s your day?”

Jensen: “I might have to put up with this guy for a few seasons.”

Jared: Yeah, “I might have to live with this guy, for the next, like, six years,” if we were so lucky. And I kinda did a similar thing - it’s been a while, but. If you have ten minutes before you have to get married to this person or not, you don’t wanna ask, like, “What’s your favorite color?” You wanna ask, like -

Jensen: Where’re you from. What’re your likes and dislikes. What’s your family history.

[Supernatural Then and Now podcast episode 1: Pilot. Published 1/24/22]

[little-diable]

Midnight Hotline - Dean Winchester (smut)

After meeting Jensen Ackles this weekend, I simply needed to write a Dean drabble. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: For weeks now, Dean has been calling the Midnight Hotline to speak to Lilith, a stranger he has fallen in love with while sharing his secrets and confessions. And now as they are in the same city, it’s finally time to meet.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), strangers to lovers

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.7k words)

“Midnight Hotline, this is Lilith speaking.” Her voice rang in his ears, instantly drawing a smile to his lips. He had to clear his throat before speaking up, sinking further into the leather seat as his eyes stared down on the city.  

“Hi, Lilith. It’s me.” The chuckle rumbling through her made his heart skip a beat. A by now all too familiar warmth began to spread through him, instantly distracting him from the grim feeling he hadn’t been able to shake. 

“Bobby! I was waiting for your call.” He still wasn’t used to the name he had given her weeks ago, knowing that he couldn’t share any personal details with the voice on the other end of the line. Dean hadn’t given the name much thought, it had instantly come to mind to comfort himself when he needed strength to move on. Strength only she managed to give him lately - her, the voice of a woman he didn’t know. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was busy, but I missed talking to you.” The words rolled off Dean’s tongue before he could stop them, trying to ignore the heat now spreading through his cheeks. He fumbled with the zip of his leather jacket, needing to find something he could use to distract himself from the sensations her voice pushed through him.

“Oh, I missed you too! Were you travelling again?” A deep hum left Dean while he wondered how she wore her hair today, what she wore and how she was feeling now, talking to him. Weeks ago he had asked her for a description of herself, it hadn’t been much, besides her hair and eye color, and yet it had been enough to shoot shudders down his spine. 

“I was, I’m in Colorado now.” Her breath shuddered as she exhaled, making him awfully aware of the silence that followed his words. Dean counted the passing by seconds, only allowing the sound of Lilith clearing her throat to interrupt him. 

“I’m also in Colorado.” She whispered the words, making Dean awfully aware of the thoughts now seemingly racing through her mind. 

Could this be their chance? Could this be the moment to break all rules she had once sworn to follow? 

“Where are you at, sweetheart?” Once again she mumbled the reply, leaving Dean to swallow heavily as he stared down at the city whose name she had just dropped. For a moment, he pondered over his choices, wondering if he should go ahead and follow the call of his heart to finally meet the woman who called herself Lilith, or if he should stay away like his mind begged him to. 

“When does your shift end?” His question was met with silence. Perhaps he had gone too far, perhaps she didn’t want to meet him like he desperately wanted to meet her. But the shaky giggle leaving her told Dean all he needed to know. She wanted this as much as he did, bound together by the past weeks, aching to finally meet after imagining the other since their first call. 

“Are we really doing this?” She kept her voice small, seemingly wondering herself if this was a good idea. Dean’s tongue rang along his lower lip, buying his racing heart a few more seconds before speaking up again. 

“We sure as hell are, sweetheart. Where should I pick you up?” 

……

Dean couldn’t remember the last time he had been this nervous. This had something so unfamiliar to it, he had to force his body to stay right there and not to run like he wanted to. For the first time since he could remember, Dean began to doubt the way he may come across, wondering if she felt the same draw he had been trying to swallow and bury six feet under for a while now.

But before he could rerun all the things he wanted to say to her again, the sound of somebody nearing ripped his focus from his phone. He was leaning against Baby, wrapped in his dark jacket to try and shield himself from the cold air of the night, sensations that were forgotten the second his eyes met hers. 

Dean could instantly tell that it was her, carrying a soft smile that made him forget everything around him. His heart was in his throat, pounding louder than it had ever before - all while watching her approach. He allowed his eyes to take her in, wandering up and down her frame, just like hers did with him. Fuck, she was even prettier than he had imagined her to be, a woman so gorgeous, Dean wasn’t sure if he was under some spell, toying with his vision. 

“Bobby?” The sound of her voice forced all darkening thoughts into the back of his mind, purely focused on her. He nodded his head while reaching his hand out for her to take, set on pulling her in for a hug. The scent of her perfume washed through him, forcing Dean’s mind to cling to it with the silent promise of remembering this for the rest of his life. 

Her arms found their way around his middle, letting her head rest against his chest as he hugged her. No word was shared between them, letting their minds catch up with what was happening - something they had been dreaming of and longing for ever since their first call. 

“Hi,” she softly mumbled the word, looking up at him with eyes that seemed to uncover his every secret, instantly leaving Dean breathless. He couldn’t stop his hand from cupping her warm cheek, letting his thumb trace her soft skin as he repeated the word. 

“You’re even more handsome than I imagined you to be.” Her voice didn’t carry much strength as she spoke, just enough to draw a soft blush to his cold cheeks. 

“Well, seems like we got something in common there, you’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” Her smile grew wider at his compliment, keeping her focus on him as she slowly loosened her grip on him. But Dean didn’t let go of her just yet, needing to feel her close for as long as possible. “My real name’s Dean, I’m sorry for keeping that from you.” 

Her laugh left him grinning, watching her shake her head while moving closer once again, “Nice to meet you, Dean. I’m (y/n).” 

Dean had to force himself to snap out of his hazy state, wanting to cross the small distance between them to taste her name on his tongue for the first time before kissing her. But even though his heart urged him on to move, he fought against it, at least for now.

“Are you hungry? Or you want to go for a drink?” She studied him for a handful of seconds, unable to bite down her growing grin. 

“How about you come over to mine? I have some beer at home.” 

……

“Here you go.” She gave Dean a bottle of beer before sitting down next to him, letting her eyes take in every inch of his handsome features. The whole thing felt like a dream, something that was entirely too good to be true, and yet (y/n) tried to cherish every second, not daring to break away from him. “This still feels surreal. What are you even doing around here?”

She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he took a few sips of beer, buying himself some time before clearing his throat. Dean had his arm placed on the couch, resting behind her to keep (y/n) somewhat close without touching her, just enough closeness to give her the opportunity to shuffle closer and rest against him. A draw both were held hostage by, unable to fight against it. 

“My brother and I had some work stuff to do around here.” A hum left her, eyes fully focused on Dean and the soft smile playing on his lips. She could marvel at him for hours, getting lost in the green pupils that told stories she wanted to uncover one by one, learning everything about the man she had developed a crush on without even seeing him. 

“So, you will leave soon again, won’t you?” He placed the bottle down before fully turning towards her, hand finding her shoulder to let his fingers run along her skin. A sombre feeling began to stretch through the two of them, knowing that their time together wasn’t long and would end sooner than both liked. Dean nodded his head, trying to find words that would promise his return, even though he knew it could be weeks, perhaps even months, until he’d get another chance to return.

“Seems like we’ll have to make the best out of our time then.” The words rolled off her tongue seconds before she shuffled closer, letting her arms find their way around his neck. Three seconds passed until Dean began to move, two shaky breaths left them both, and one mumble of his name was all it took for Dean to kiss her breathless.

Perhaps they were moving all too fast, skipping important steps others clung to. But for the past weeks they had shared more with one another than they had with any other person, set on learning everything about the person on the other end of the line. It felt like they simply belonged together, forming a bond so sweet and sincere, neither had felt this alive before. 

Dean pulled her into his lap, hands resting on her waist to try and ground himself. This was more than just a fun night with a woman he’d never see again. This was everything he had never dared to give in to. This was what he had always feared, being with a woman who held his heart in her hands, giving her the power to toy with him. 

“Will this be a one night thing only?” (Y/n) mumbled the words against his slightly puffy lips, not daring to get lost in his darkening eyes before she had her answer. Dean’s hand found her chin, tilting it upwards to let her eyes find his. 

“Do you want it to be a one night thing?” His raspy voice buzzed through her like lightning striking her trembling body, setting her ablaze with a heat so strong, (y/n) feared she was about to lose control over her body. She had never been one for taking drugs, for chasing highs she couldn’t control, but now she couldn’t care about letting go, not when Dean held her oh so close. 

“No.” It was a simple reply, and yet it was enough to make a smirk grow on his lips. Dean kissed her again before he rose to his feet with her clinging to him, wordlessly letting her guide him towards her bedroom with her finger pointed in the right direction. Carefully, he placed her down on her bed, making room for him to shuffle out of his shirt to expose his naked upper body to her wandering eyes. 

“This is much more than just one night, I will come back to you, sweetheart. I promise.” Her laughter reverberated through the bedroom, leaving Dean chuckling before he tugged on her shirt. Both were a mess of tangled limbs as they undressed, leaving them both in their underwear before he pushed (y/n) down on the mattress, hovering over her. 

His lips kissed their way to her chest, sucking on the spots that made her breath hitch in her chest. Dean was high on her noises, wondering if being with women had always been like this and if he had simply never paid enough attention or if this was all about being with (y/n). Everything about this felt different, a routine he had once known by heart turning into something completely new he never wanted to let go of again. 

“Dean, touch me, please. Been waiting too long for this to happen.” (Y/n)’s impatient words left him chuckling while he undid her bra, exposing her breasts to his excited eyes. Sweet nothings left him as he marked her up, sucking on her hardening nubs and letting his hands palm her skin before moving further down south. Their eyes held contact, connected through every passing moment. 

“You’re so gorgeous, baby, I can’t wait to have my way with you.” She mewled his name, eyes fluttering close as he pressed a kiss to her clothed heat. Slowly, Dean pulled her panties down her legs, letting the fabric drop to the ground before kissing his way to her pulsing bundle. A moan clawed through (y/n) at the new sensation, high on the feeling of his rough tongue brushing against her bundle, on the way he brushed two fingers through her slit to spread her arousal on her warm skin. “You taste so sweet, fuck, I could do this forever.” 

“Make me cum, please, Dean. I need you.” (Y/n) arched her back off the mattress, toes curled as her orgasm crept closer and closer. He sucked on her bundle, drawing another moan from her that left him grinning in success. Dean wanted to see her cum when he was buried deep inside of her, knowing that he couldn’t drag this out much longer. “I want you so bad, make me yours.”

“You’re already mine, sweetheart. I’d be stupid to let you go again.” He let go of her to step out of his boxers, hand finding his hard cock to give it a few tugs. (Y/n) momentarily shuffled away from her spot, reaching for a condom Dean rolled down on his length, leaving both nervous for a second as he positioned himself. 

“Oh my god, fuck.” She choked on her words as he sank into her, moving slowly to let them both adjust. Dean pressed his forehead against hers, giving her the opportunity to sling one arm around his neck while the other ran down his back, scratching at his skin. He moved carefully at first, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist while he stretched her perfectly, making her feel full with every thrust. 

“Focus on me, baby.” Their eyes met again, wordlessly sharing their every thought, every longing they struggled to put into words. She felt loved, more loved than ever before, all because of a man she had met for the first time hours ago, even though she knew his darkest and deepest secrets. He felt appreciated and complete for the first time in his life, he had finally found what he had always been searching for, and it had come in the shape of a woman he had fallen head over heels in love with.

Their bodies melted together with every thrust, tangled limbs and racing hearts that formed a completed picture. She whimpered his name, knowing that her orgasm was all too close and ready to bury her six feet under with Dean clinging to her like ancient lovers buried together. Nothing could rip them apart, nothing could stand in their way as they loved one another like they had always ached to be loved. 

“I’m so close, Dean.” Her whispers spurred him on, letting his hand find her bundle to give her the needed pressure. She came first, letting go with another moan as his hips kept snapping against hers. Dean fucked her through her high, watching her unfold beneath him with a proud smirk glued to his lips.

He came moments later, burying his face in the crook of her neck to let the scent of her perfume engulf him. She clung to him, wordlessly trying to find back to reality as both panted, “Never let me go again, Dean.” 

“Never, baby, it’s you and me against the world.”

[cheynovak]

Just what I needed

Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N Female character     

Summary: Y/N has a bad moment after a hunt. She text Dean for comfort.

Warnings: None.

English is not my first language 

*Please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

Y/N stared at her phone, her thumb hovering over the "Send" button. She knew she probably shouldn't, but the weight on her chest was suffocating. Before she could talk herself out of it, she hit send.

Y/N: *I could really use a hug right now.*

Her stomach immediately twisted with regret. What was she doing? She never did this—never let her walls down. And she definitely didn’t go running to Dean Winchester for comfort. She was tougher than that. At least, she tried to be.

A few moments passed before her phone buzzed with a reply.

Dean: *You okay?*

Her heart skipped a beat. Of course, he would be concerned. She never asked for help, never showed weakness. She started typing, trying to downplay the situation.

Y/N: *Yeah, I’m fine. Forget it. Long day, that’s all.*

She bit her lip, knowing Dean wouldn’t just forget it. He was Dean, after all.

Dean: *Don’t lie to me. What’s going on? You never ask for stuff like this.*

Her fingers hovered over the screen again. Damn it. Why did he have to see through her so easily?

Y/N: *Seriously, Dean, it’s no big deal. Just tired from the hunt. I’ll be fine. Really.*

Dean: *Be there in 10.*

Her eyes widened. Panic surged through her.

Y/N: *No, Dean, I’m fine! You don’t need to come over. I overreacted. *

But it was too late. She knew it. When Dean made up his mind, there was no stopping him.

Ten minutes later, she heard the rumbling sound of baby followed by a loud knock at the door, and the unmistakable sound of it swinging open with force.

"Y/N?" Dean called out, his voice filled with concern.

Before she could even think, she was moving—running to him. The moment she saw him standing in the doorway, her resolve crumbled. Without a word, she threw her arms around him, clinging to him as though he were the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

Dean’s arms wrapped around her instantly, holding her tight. "Hey, I got you, sweetheart." he murmured into her hair, his voice soft, soothing. "It’s okay. I’m here."

Her face buried into his chest, and for the first time in a long while, Y/N let herself break. The tears she had been holding back for what felt like forever finally spilled over, soaking into Dean's flannel.

Dean just held her, one hand rubbing small circles on her back, the other resting securely around her shoulders. "You don’t always have to be strong, you know," he whispered. "It’s okay to let it out."

She shook her head against his chest, sniffling. "I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you come all the way here. I just... I don’t know what I was thinking."

"Don’t apologize," Dean said firmly, leaning back just enough to tilt her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "You had a crappy hunt. You needed a friend. You called me. That’s what I’m here for. You don’t have to do this alone, Y/N."

She nodded, her throat too tight to speak. But as she stood there, wrapped in Dean’s warmth, she realized maybe—just maybe—she didn’t always have to be strong. At least, not when she had him.

And for now, that was enough.

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omg not me freaking out that i am part of the group that gets bait gifs! FRIENDS!!!!!!! i'm fine. i'm chill. don't leave me!

This took me a minute to figure out what I wanted Sir Dorksalot to have done that was sketchy enough to have him make this face...

Watch The Fish, Jake Jensen x reader headcanon wholeass fic in bullet format because my god this got long

Warnings for mentions of masturbation and porn, accidental then totally intentional voyeurism, awkward and oblivious!Jake--so just Jake, yeah?--and smutty implications...

���� roommates to lovers 😊

you rent a pretty large house maybe even with one or two others at first, but they move out

jake has to use it as a crashpad sometimes because he'll be away for so long at a time, but he pays rent and the entire electrical & internet bill no matter what

you keep a fish tank in the living room

after jake comes back from months in hiding abroad away, he gets so excited to be home and spend time with his niece that he hosts an after-game pizza party for her soccer team

someone practices headbutting the ball inside and nearly topples the tank

jake catches the whole thing with his broad arm-span and a decent amount of strength just in time when it wobbles the whole table beneath it. his heart nearly stopped, and he's so grateful the glass didn't break. thank god you weren't home.

however, you insist on moving the fish to your room instead once he tells you.

jake's a little sad to see them go. he pouts so much you decide to take pity on him, buying a web cam to mount beside the tank so jake can watch them whenever he wants. he loves to do voices for each one, personalities, soap-opera-like dramatic storylines, the works

as an aside you ask him if the sound can be turned off on the camera. jake says yeah but he mostly means he can turn it to mute on his computer.

which he does, for the record, but he has to remember to do it each time he pulls up the feed of da fishies. honestly, half the time he's wearing headphones and the other half you aren't home while he puts the Marauders (because there's just one fat one) onto his third monitor for background.

so he forgets that the sound is on and a thing he might need to avoid

weeks later, maybe months, jake finally removes his headphones after a very long stint of coding, completely unaware of what time it is and that you are home in your room

at first, jake is dead convinced that some porn ad has popped up in a window behind his work, something he would go apeshit about and ransomware bomb the shit out of whoever wrote such slippery spam

the fish are peaceful as ever, blooping away whilst jake frantically closes program after program trying to find the hot chick moaning on his desktop...until it's all closed and the buzzing remains though his tower's fan stopped...then the squelching noise starts

jake is frozen in place, looking away from the fish like they're the damn problem, but he doesn't cut the feed

he...he shouldn't

he should turn it off or just mute it like he promised

and he tries

he tries really hard, gang

it's the cursor's fault that it hits the command to send the audio to his bluetooth headphones instead of mute

and he sets the headphones down on the keyboard, gnawing on his bottom lip and watching his closed bedroom door in anticipation of...getting caught, maybe? he's not sure

he watches the fish putter around like it's no big deal

which it isn't, right?

you're human. he's human. humans have urges. they touch themselves--they touch each other, too--and there's no harm in that. if anything...jake encourages it, or he would...if you knew that he knew about this

the noises are so faint from the itty bitty speakers two feet from his face, but he doesn't pick them up, still debating what to do

because there's a big difference between what jake should do in this situation and what he wants to do

he mutes audio and then cuts off the livestream

at least, that's what he did the first time it happened

he knows he's a perv. jake can't help it.

it becomes a game of sorts. it's like practice recon for learning a target's routine. not that jake needs practice at the job he already fucking has but that's how his brain justifies laying on his own bed in the glow of the fish tank feed with his headphones turned way up

he knows your bed is on the other side of your room from when he moved the fish tank in

he knows what your underwear look like from the laundry room downstairs

he knows what you smell like from the shared bathroom and the products lining your shelf

he now knows there's a bottle of toy cleaner in one of your sink drawers

and he shouldn't but he absolutely touches himself listening to you, fists himself when you're fucking a toy he imagines six-shapes-to-Sunday, teases himself when all you're doing is breathing softly from across the whole house and he's cold and covered in cum by the end

to be fair, jake hates himself because of all this, but he is now mildly addicted

he doesn't even exit out of the livestream anymore. it just stays up on his monitor like a screensaver, but he doesn't realize that once he takes his headphones out of range, the audio transfers to his speakers again

so jake goes on a mission for a few days, and at some point while you are cleaning up your room, playing music, you find two pairs of jake's socks in your load of clean laundry and go to toss them in his room...where the same music you're listening to way down the hall is playing...in sync...

you're horrified and then embarrassed and then quickly realized it might mean nothing

you have to test if it means something

jake returns from his mission on complete autopilot

just so damn tired

throws down his duffle on top of some socks he doesn't remember leaving out and just hits the shower for a long, long time

he hasn't talked to you yet

he hasn't even seen you except your car is home and your door is shut

he goes about his business

the volume on his speakers isn't high but he hears you speaking and assumes you're on the phone

he pays it no mind. he is glad to be home, glad you're fine since he's just been in a part of the world where most people are not safe.

in a weird sort of way, he feels he's earned the mundane sort of comfort that comes from "the same ol'" of this house

he's wiped out, so he crawls into bed with his headphones immediately, hair barely toweled dry, not bothering with boxers because...why make more laundry?

and then the worst thing happens

there's a man's voice coming through his headphones, and jake scowls in frustration and rage

did you go and get a fucking boyfriend? in a couple of days? or goddamnit is this some tinder shit in his home right now?

but it only gets worse

he can hardly contain himself, what with the gagging sounds and this dude telling you to take it like the whore you are, and JAKE WILL LITERALLY BURN THIS PLACE DOWN

now his ass is putting on clothes

now his ass is ready to riot

the sex gets more and more degrading; spanking noises and even choking, but not in a seemingly consensual way, which is when jake rips his headphones off, storms down the hall and barrels straight through your bedroom door

where...you...aren't

no one is. no you. no man.

just your laptop sitting on your desk near the fish tank, playing the money shot of a porn video he was just listening to

get the fuck out. get out. get out. his brain screams, and he bolts

he makes it three feet before stopping short

you're standing at the top of the stairs, a bowl of ice cream in hand, licking the spoon unbelievably slowly with your whole tongue

you're fucked. you're fucked. you're fucked. his brain adds helpfully.

"hey, jakey," you say with a smile. "whatcha doing?"

A/N: this cat is officially my reaction to pretty much everything because...well...it's very accurate.

[Main Masterlist; Jake Jensen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

THERE'S A SEQUEL!

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✨His true fate - Part 16/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, teasing, Language, age gap

Word Count: 8349

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You shrugged gently, your fingers continuing their lazy exploration. “Just how happy I am”, you replied honestly.

Jensen sighed contentedly, a playful glint in his eyes. “You know, for all your teasing and sarcasm, you actually have some disgustingly sweet moments too”, he teased, his voice warm with affection.

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing a particularly prominent freckle. “Well, don’t get used to it. I have a reputation to uphold”, you replied with a mock serious tone, though your eyes twinkled with amusement.

Jensen chuckled, pulling you closer. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret”, he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

You smiled, feeling a surge of affection for him. “Good. I’d hate for everyone to know I have a soft side”.

Jensen’s hand moved to your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with warmth and affection as he leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips. The touch of his lips sent a thrill through you, your heart racing at the intimacy of the moment.

When he pulled back, he looked deeply into your eyes and mumbled softly, “Good night, sweetheart”.

The nickname made your heart skip a beat, a warmth spreading through your chest. No one had ever called you that before, and hearing it from Jensen made it feel all the more special. “Good night”, you whispered back, your voice filled with emotion.

You settled back into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek. The room was quiet, the only sounds being your combined breaths and the gentle rustle of the sheets. Jensen’s arms tightened around you.

The last thing you felt before sleep took over was Jensen’s soft kiss on the top of your head.

The next morning, you woke up before Jensen, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains casting a gentle glow in the room. You were still nestled against him, his arms wrapped around you protectively, the warmth of his body comforting against the morning chill.

Gazing up at his peaceful face, you couldn't help but smile. Jensen looked serene in sleep, his features relaxed, his lips curved in a slight smile that hinted at the contentment he felt. His tousled hair and the stubble on his jawline added to his rugged charm, and you felt a surge of affection for him.

Running your fingers lightly over his chest, you traced the familiar contours of his muscles, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath your touch. Each movement was slow and deliberate, not wanting to disturb his sleep but wanting to savor this intimate moment between you.

As you watched him, memories of the previous night flooded your mind—the passion, the tenderness, and the deep connection you had shared. It felt surreal to wake up beside him like this, to see him in such a vulnerable and peaceful state.

As you traced gentle patterns on his chest, Jensen stirred slightly. Without opening his eyes, he spoke in a tired, rough voice, teasing you with a hint of a smile. “You know, staring at someone while they sleep is kinda creepy”.

You chuckled softly, not stopping your light caresses. “Good morning to you too”, you replied, a playful glint in your eyes.

Jensen finally opened his eyes, their green depths still heavy with sleep but twinkling with amusement. “Morning”, he murmured, pulling you closer to him. “Did you sleep well?”.

You nodded, resting your head against his chest. “Better than I have in a long time”, you admitted softly.

Jensen’s hand moved to gently stroke your hair. “Glad to hear it”, he said, his voice warm and affectionate. “I’m pretty sure last night had something to do with that”.

You laughed lightly, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Maybe a little”.

He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his gaze locking onto yours. “And this morning?”, he asked, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “How are you feeling now?”.

You stretched, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep, but instantly regretted it. Every little muscle hurt, and you were sore in places you didn’t even know could be sore. Your pussy ached, and even your belly felt tender.

A soft groan escaped your lips, and Jensen’s eyes filled with concern. “ You okay?” he asked.

You gave him a weak smile, wincing slightly. “I’m just really sore”, you admitted. “Everywhere”.

Jensen’s expression softened with a mix of guilt and amusement. “I might have gone a bit overboard last night”, he murmured.

Jensen slowly got up from the bed, his own muscles clearly aching as he groaned deeply. "Fuck", he muttered, stretching as he made his way towards the bathroom.

You couldn't help but watch him, admiring the way his back muscles flexed with each movement. Your gaze wandered down to his perfectly sculpted ass, and you bit your lip, appreciating just how much of a picture-perfect man he was.

He glanced back at you, catching the look in your eyes and smirking slightly. "Enjoying the view?", he teased, his voice still rough with sleep.

You blushed but didn’t look away. "Maybe", you replied playfully. "You certainly give me a lot to admire".

Jensen chuckled, disappearing into the bathroom. You heard the sound of the shower turning on, and a few moments later, he called out, "You coming or what?".

Despite your exhaustion, the idea of a warm shower with Jensen was too tempting to pass up. You slowly got out of bed, wincing at the ache in your muscles, and made your way to the bathroom.

Jensen was already under the spray, his body glistening with water. He looked up as you entered, extending a hand to help you in.

You stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over your sore muscles, instantly soothing some of the discomfort. Jensen's hands were gentle as he massaged your shoulders and back, his touch careful and tender.

"Better?", he asked, his lips brushing against your temple.

You nodded, relaxing into his touch. "Much better", you replied, your voice soft and content.

Jensen's hands continued their gentle ministrations, massaging the tension out of your shoulders and back. The warmth of the shower and the tenderness of his touch made you feel deeply cared for. You leaned into him, savoring the moment.

Jensen murmured softly, “How about we start today easy? My appointment at the barber shop isn’t until the afternoon, so there’s no rush”.

You nodded softly, appreciating the gentle pace Jensen was suggesting. Together, you both stepped out of the shower, drying off and getting dressed in comfortable clothes. Jensen followed you into the kitchen, where you started to prepare some coffee.

As you looked through the cabinets, you felt a twinge of soreness reminding you of the previous night’s intensity. “You’re down for some cereal?”, you asked, glancing over at Jensen with a sheepish smile. “I’m a bit too sore to make a decent breakfast”.

Jensen chuckled, leaning against the counter as he watched you. “Cereal sounds perfect”, he said, his eyes twinkling with affection.

You reached for the cereal boxes and poured two bowls, adding milk and setting them on the table. Jensen took a seat across from you, his eyes never leaving your face as he took a bite.

You looked up and caught his intense gaze, feeling your cheeks heat up. “What?”, you mumbled with a mouthful of cereal, instantly blushing.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “Nothing”, he mumbled, still smiling as he watched you. “I just like looking at you”.

Your blush deepened, and you found yourself smiling despite your embarrassment. “You’re impossible”, you said, trying to hide your bashfulness by taking another bite.

Jensen’s smile widened, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “And you’re adorable”, he replied, taking another bite of his cereal.

The two of you continued eating in comfortable silence, the morning sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. It was a simple, perfect moment, one that you both cherished.

After finishing breakfast, you cleared the table together, Jensen’s hand brushing against yours occasionally, sending little sparks of joy through you. Once the kitchen was tidied up, Jensen leaned against the counter, his expression thoughtful, as if contemplating what to do next. You couldn't help but notice the slight furrow of his brow, a sign that he might be lost in thought.

You placed the last spoon away, catching Jensen’s thoughtful glance. “What is it?”, you asked softly, sensing there was something on his mind.

Jensen sighed slightly, meeting your gaze with a mix of seriousness and tenderness. “After the convention, I have to head back to the set for four more weeks”, he said gently. “After that, I’m free for a while, with just a few conventions in between”.

You nodded, understanding the demands of his schedule but feeling a pang of disappointment at the thought of him being away again so soon. “I see”, you replied, trying to keep your tone light. “Well, I guess we’ll have to make the most of the time we have”.

Jensen hesitated, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “You know”, he began slowly, “after filming is done, I was thinking… maybe you could come with me to some of the conventions. Spend some time in different cities together”.

Your eyes widened in surprise and excitement. “Really? You’d want that?”.

Jensen chuckled, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “What kind of question is that?”, he teased, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Of course, I want that. I want to spend as much time with you as I can”.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, your heart swelling with affection. “Well, in that case, I’d love to join you”, you replied, your smile matching his.

Jensen pulled out his phone and stepped behind you, his breath hot against your neck. He wrapped one arm around your waist while holding his phone in front of you with the other hand, showing you his calendar. “Look”, he murmured softly in your ear, “there are six conventions over November and the beginning of December. All in different cities”.

You scanned the calendar, seeing the dates marked out. Jensen’s arm tightened slightly around your waist as he continued, his lips brushing against your ear. “We can spend the whole weeks between the conventions together. Just you and me”.

Your heart swelled with affection and anticipation. “That sounds amazing, Jensen”, you whispered, leaning back into his embrace.

Jensen’s grip on your waist tightened, his kisses growing more insistent on your neck. “We just have to be a little careful”, he whispered against your skin.

You shivered slightly at the sensation, your body reacting to his closeness. “Careful?” you murmured, tilting your head to give him better access.

Jensen’s lips moved to your earlobe, nibbling gently before he spoke. “Just with being seen together. The fans, the media—they can be relentless. We need to keep things low-key”.

You nodded, understanding the need for discretion. “Get it”, you replied softly. “We’ll be careful”.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of seriousness and affection. “I don’t want anything to ruin what we have”, he said, his voice sincere. With that, he pulled you close.

While the two of you were kissing, Jensen’s phone rang, the sound breaking the tender moment. He glanced at the screen and saw Danneel’s name popping up. A look of annoyance crossed his face as he sighed and pulled away slightly.

“Hold on, I need to take this”, he muttered, picking up the call.

You stepped back, giving him some space as he answered the phone. “Hey, Danneel”, he said, his voice tight with frustration.

You could hear Danneel’s voice on the other end, sharp and filled with irritation. “JJ got into a fight at school”, she snapped. “And she refuses to talk to me about it. She only wants to talk to her daddy”.

Jensen rubbed his temple, clearly stressed. “I’m in Austin for a few more days, Danneel”.

“I know that”, Danneel shot back. “But she won’t calm down. You need to talk to her, even if it’s just over the phone”.

Jensen glanced at you apologetically. “Alright, put her on”, he said, trying to keep his voice calm.

Danneel huffed before handing the phone to JJ. A moment later, Jensen’s face softened as he spoke to his daughter. “Hey, sweetheart. What’s going on?”.

You watched as Jensen listened intently, his expression shifting from concern to tenderness as JJ explained the situation.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at how Jensen talked to his daughter. Despite his initial frustration and the interruption, his voice softened and filled with tenderness as he spoke to JJ. It was evident how much he cared for her and wanted to comfort her, even from a distance.

As you watched Jensen listen intently to JJ’s explanation, you realized how easily you could forget about his life outside of your time together. Over the last weeks, whenever the two of you talked on the phone or spent time together, it was just about you and him, wrapped up in your own world. You hadn’t often thought about the responsibilities and challenges he faced as a husband and a father.

Seeing him now, handling a parenting issue, brought a new perspective.

After a few minutes, Jensen managed to calm JJ down and assured her everything would be okay. He promised to talk more later and ended the call with a gentle, “I love you, JJ”.

He turned back to you, his expression a mix of weariness and gratitude. “Sorry about that”, he said, running a hand through his hair. “Parenting, huh?”.

You couldn’t help but respond with a bit of sarcasm, your eyes twinkling with humor. “Yeah, tell me about it”, you said, the obvious implication that you didn’t have kids making Jensen chuckle.

“Smartass”, he teased, his mood lightening as he relaxed into the moment.

You smiled warmly, feeling a genuine curiosity about his family. “Do you have photos of them?”, you asked, realizing that despite your growing closeness, you had never seen pictures of his kids.

Jensen’s eyes softened, and he pulled out his phone again. “Yeah, of course”, he said, swiping through his gallery before handing the phone to you.

You took the phone and looked at the screen, seeing a photo of Jensen with his kids. JJ was beaming up at him with a wide smile, her eyes sparkling with the same mischief you saw in Jensen’s. The twins were adorable, their innocent faces full of curiosity and joy.

You swiped through the pictures of his kids, smiling at their bright, happy faces. Each photo seemed to capture a moment of pure joy and love. As you continued scrolling, a picture of Jensen and a red-haired woman appeared on the screen, showing them standing in front of a harbor. You paused, your finger hovering over the image. Jensen sensed your hesitation and looked at the picture.

“That’s Danneel?”, you asked quietly, your voice laced with curiosity and a hint of uncertainty.

Jensen nodded. “Yeah, that’s her”, he said. “This was taken on summer last year”.

You noticed a subtle tension in his posture as he looked at the picture. It wasn’t hard to see the strain in his eyes, even in a photograph. Carefully, you chose your words, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “You look pretty… strained”, you said softly, your voice filled with empathy.

Jensen let out a sigh, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. “Yeah, it wasn’t a good day”, he admitted. “Danneel was constantly on edge. It was one of those times when everything just felt heavy”.

You nodded understandingly and handed Jensen back his phone, taking a moment to look at him. It struck you how different he appeared now compared to the person in that strained photograph. His demeanor was more relaxed, his smile genuine, and the tension seemed to have melted away.

As you observed him, Jensen chuckled softly. “You never googled me or checked on Instagram?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You chuckled nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed. “No, actually, I haven’t”, you admitted honestly. “Maybe I should?”.

Jensen shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Sure”, he said, his tone light. “Just don’t get too deep into the stuff that involves Danneel. Remember that most of it is just for publicity”.

You nodded, appreciating the heads-up. “Got it. I’ll take everything with a grain of salt”.

Jensen’s smile softened. “Good. There’s a lot of stuff out there, but just know that the real story is what we have here”, he said, gesturing between the two of you.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. “I trust you”, you replied sincerely.

Jensen gently pulled you by the waist against him, looking down at you with a soft, affectionate gaze. He leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips tender and warm against yours. When he finally pulled away, he looked at you with a questioning gaze, sensing there was something on your mind.

You hesitated for a moment, gathering your thoughts before speaking. “You mentioned that you and Danneel had been having affairs over the years”, you began carefully, your voice barely above a whisper. “Do you still have any… ongoing ones?”.

Your heart raced as you asked the question, unsure of how he would react. You wanted to know if he saw other girls besides you and his wife, but you didn’t want to voice it outright, feeling you had no right to expect anything exclusive. After all, you weren’t officially together.

Jensen’s eyes softened with understanding, and a small, cocky smile played on his lips. “Why would I need anyone else when I have you?”, he replied, his tone both sincere and teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of relief and warmth flooding through you. “Really?”, you asked, still needing a bit of reassurance.

Jensen nodded, his expression serious now. “Really. You’re all I need”, he said softly, his hand gently caressing your cheek. “I’m not interested in anyone else”.

You bit your lip, looking up at him with those big eyes that always made him weak. “And what about Danneel? You’re still…?”.

Jensen understood what you were asking. He sighed softly. “I haven’t slept with her in months”, he said, his voice firm and honest. “And I don’t intend to start again now. Sure, I need to kiss her at events and for photos, but that’s it”.

The thought of him kissing someone else made your stomach churn, but you pushed it aside, knowing you had no right to make any demands.

You hesitated again, gathering your courage before voicing another question that had been nagging at you. “Do you ever think you might catch feelings for her again?”, you asked softly. “I mean, you have kids and a past together and all of that…”.

Jensen pulled you closer, his arms wrapping securely around you. “I get why you’re asking”, he said gently. “But no, I don’t think that will happen. Our relationship has changed a lot over the years. We’ve both moved on in many ways”.

He paused, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “The connection we had is more about the kids and the history we share. It’s not about romantic feelings anymore. I care about her as the mother of my children, but that’s it”.

You nodded, feeling slightly more reassured but still needing to express your thoughts. “I just worry, you know? You have this whole life with her, and I don’t want to get in the way of that or cause any more complications”.

Jensen shook his head, his gaze steady and sincere. “You’re not in the way, and you’re not causing complications. If anything, you’ve been a source of clarity for me. You’ve made me realize what I want and what I don’t want in my life”.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing your cheeks. “I want to be with you”, he said firmly. “And I want to figure out how we can make this work”.

“I want that too”, you whispered.

Jensen smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and determination. “Good”, he said softly. “Because I’m not letting go of this. Not now, not ever”.

Even if you still didn’t label whatever you two had, it was clear that both of you wanted to make this work, in whatever way possible. You melted against Jensen, his big palms nearly covering your whole back as he pressed you against himself. With every touch, the feeling of you being made just for him grew stronger.

Jensen’s embrace was warm and secure, his presence a comforting anchor. His lips found yours again, the kiss deepening with an unspoken promise of commitment and affection. You felt a sense of belonging that was both new and exhilarating, as if you had finally found the missing piece of your life.

Breaking the kiss, Jensen rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “We’ll figure this out”, he murmured, his voice a soft reassurance. “No matter what, we’ll find a way”.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a mixture of emotions.

The rest of the morning was spent in a comfortable closeness, the conversation flowing easily between lighthearted topics and deeper discussions about your future. As the hours passed, the bond between you grew stronger, solidifying the unspoken understanding that whatever this was, it was worth fighting for.

When it was time for Jensen to head to his barber appointment, you walked him to the door, your fingers intertwined with his. “I’ll see you later?”.

Jensen smiled, squeezing your hand gently. “Definitely”, he replied, leaning down to give you a lingering kiss. “I’ll call you when I’m done”.

You watched him leave, feeling a sense of contentment and anticipation. Even without labels, the connection you shared felt undeniable and powerful, and you were ready to embrace whatever the future held.

After Jensen left, you decided to use the time to check his Instagram. As you scrolled through the posts, you couldn’t help but admire him further. Although he wasn’t extremely active on social media, he had a significant following and his fans adored him. Each post seemed to capture a different facet of his life, whether it was a behind-the-scenes look at his work, candid moments with friends, or snippets of his hobbies.

You tried to ignore the posts that included Danneel, but your curiosity got the better of you. You switched to her profile, wanting to understand more about her. As you browsed through her posts, it became clear that her primary focus was her family. Nearly every post was dedicated to Jensen and their kids, showcasing family outings, celebrations, and moments of joy. It seemed her job was indeed being Jensen’s wife and the mother of his children.

You felt a mix of emotions as you continued to scroll. On one hand, it was clear that their family life was an important and cherished part of their existence. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of insecurity and curiosity about how things had changed between them.

One particular post caught your eye—a family portrait taken on Christmas. They all looked happy, but now that you knew more about their situation, you couldn’t help but wonder what was happening behind the smiles. You reminded yourself of Jensen's words about the publicity and how things weren’t as they seemed.

Sighing, you closed the app and set your phone aside. It was easy to get lost in the curated world of social media, but you knew that the reality was far more complex.

Your thoughts drifted to the future, and the complexities of Jensen's life became more evident. It was clear why Danneel didn’t want to divorce Jensen, even though their marriage had been strained for a long time. Without him, she would lose financial stability, social status, and the relevance that came with being his wife. She hadn’t acted in movies or TV shows in years, and a divorce would likely render her life drastically different.

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the situation. Why couldn’t things be simpler? Why wasn’t he already divorced or never married in the first place? This was one of the reasons you had always been wary of dating older men—they often came with a lot of baggage.

But then you thought about how Jensen looked at you, how he touched and held you, and how he kissed you. Your heart clenched with the realization of how deeply you had fallen for him. Despite all the complications and challenges, your feelings for him were undeniable and intense.

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. Love wasn’t supposed to be easy, you reminded yourself. It was supposed to be worth fighting for. And Jensen was worth it. The way he made you feel, the connection you shared—it was all worth the struggle.

You started tackling some chores around the apartment, beginning with the laundry. You sorted, folded, and put away clothes, your mind occasionally drifting to thoughts of Jensen and the time you would spend together later.

Next, you turned your attention to choosing outfits for the upcoming convention. You pulled out several options, laying them on the bed and considering how each one would look.

With the chores mostly done, you decided that Jensen could use a proper, delicious meal after the college-kid breakfast of cereal. You headed to the kitchen, feeling inspired to cook something special. You decided on a fresh risotto, a recipe you had learned during your teenage years in Italy. It was a dish you knew well and could make with confidence.

You gathered all the ingredients: Arborio rice, fresh vegetables, Parmesan cheese, white wine, and a rich broth. As you started cooking, the familiar scents of garlic and onions sautéing in olive oil filled the kitchen, bringing back fond memories of your time in Italy.

You poured the white wine into the pan, letting it sizzle and reduce before adding the rice. Slowly, you ladled in the broth, stirring patiently as the risotto began to take shape. The process was therapeutic, and you found yourself relaxing into the rhythm of cooking.

As the risotto neared completion, you added the final touches: freshly grated Parmesan, a pat of butter for extra creaminess, and a sprinkle of fresh herbs. You tasted a spoonful, satisfied with the rich, creamy texture and the perfect balance of flavors.

You set the table, plating the risotto. The kitchen looked cozy and inviting, the aroma of the freshly cooked meal filling the air.

Just as you were putting the finishing touches on the table, you heard the front door open and Jensen’s voice calling out. “Hey, I’m back!”.

You walked over to greet him, a smile spreading across your face. “Perfect timing. I made us a special dinn- fuck, you look hot”.

Your hands instantly caressed his freshly trimmed sides, feeling the soft, short hair beneath your fingertips. You marveled at how his new haircut made him look even more handsome, which you hadn’t thought was possible. The longer, neatly styled hair on top added a touch of sophistication and charm.

Jensen grinned, clearly pleased by your reaction. “You like it?”, he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I love it”, you replied, your voice filled with genuine admiration. “You look incredible”.

He leaned down to kiss you softly, his lips warm and inviting. “I think I like this kind of greeting”, he murmured against your lips before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “And you made us a special dinner?”.

You smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry”, you said.

Jensen’s eyes widened in appreciation as he took in the scene. “This looks amazing”, he said, "You really went all out”.

You grinned at Jensen’s compliment, feeling a rush of happiness at his appreciation. “It’s a recipe I learned during my time in Italy”, you explained proudly as you took your seat across from him. “I hope you like it”.

“Well, if it tastes half as good as it smells, then I’m in for a treat”, he said with a smile.

Deep down, you had cooked this meal for him because you felt a need to measure up to his wife. Though you tried to push those thoughts aside, they lingered at the back of your mind, nagging you with doubts. Unknown to you, Danneel rarely cooked and wasn’t particularly skilled at it either.

“This is incredible”, he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

“I’m glad you like it”, you replied, feeling a bit more confident.

Jensen’s eyes twinkled as he looked at you. “If you keep cooking like this, I might just get spoiled”, he teased.

You mumbled softly, trying to keep your tone light, “I guess I have to make up for being that bad on top”. You referred to the previous night, where Jensen had to guide you on how to ride him properly. You tried to make it sound like a joke, but deep down, it was nagging at your confidence.

Jensen’s expression softened immediately, sensing the insecurity in your voice. He set his fork dow. “Hey”, he said gently. “You were amazing. You have nothing to worry about”.

You put on a smile, not wanting to annoy him with any drama, and kept eating your risotto without saying anything in return. Despite his reassuring words, a small part of you still felt uncertain. The meal was delicious, and you tried to focus on enjoying it, but your thoughts kept drifting back to your insecurities.

Jensen watched you carefully, his eyes filled with concern. He could sense that you were still bothered, even though you were trying to hide it. He decided to give you a bit of space, allowing you to process your feelings without pushing too hard.

The two of you continued eating in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

Eventually, Jensen broke the silence with a soft, gentle tone. “You know, I thought it was actually pretty hot”, he said. “Being the first guy to have you on top? That’s pretty special. Plus, it shows that you haven’t spent your early twenties getting railed by half the city”.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, despite your lingering insecurities. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to feel bad”, you mumbled.

Jensen stood up, his chair scraping softly against the floor as he moved. You watched him curiously as he walked around the table and stopped behind you. Leaning down, his breath warm against your ear, he whispered, “I fucking mean it. And if you want to keep practicing, I’m more than up for it”.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of reassurance and desire. Before you could respond, Jensen straightened up and gently took both of your plates. He walked over to the dishwasher and placed them inside, moving with an easy confidence that made your heart swell.

You turned in your chair to face him, a small smile playing on your lips. “You’re really something, you know that?”, you said softly, feeling a warmth spread through you.

Jensen looked back at you, his expression tender. “I try”, he replied with a wink, then closed the dishwasher and walked back over to you.

He pulled you gently up from the chair, his hands grabbing your hips with a firm but tender grip. You could feel the warmth of his palms through your clothes, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Jensen’s eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

He leaned in, kissing your lips softly at first, then deepening the kiss as he pulled you closer. The world seemed to blur around you, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on yours. Slowly, his lips trailed down to your jaw, each kiss sending sparks of desire through you.

As he reached your ear, Jensen whispered, “Besides that, you have the best pussy I’ve ever fucked”. His voice was low and husky, each word carefully measured to elicit the maximum effect. He knew exactly how much it turned you on when he talked like that, and he was using it to full advantage.

Your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting instantly to the seductive timbre of his voice. You felt a rush of warmth pooling in your core, a testament to the effect he had on you. Jensen’s hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer against him.

He moved his hands from your hips to your back, sliding them up to gently massage your shoulders. The sensation was both soothing and arousing, a combination that left you craving more. Jensen’s lips continued their exploration, moving from your ear down to your neck, where he nibbled and kissed with deliberate tenderness.

You tilted your head back, giving him better access as a soft moan escaped your lips. The heat between you was palpable, every touch and kiss heightening the desire that simmered just below the surface.

Jensen groaned against your neck, his voice thick with arousal. “Those are some dangerous sounds, baby”, he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His words sent another shiver of pleasure through you, making you press closer to him.

His hands roamed your back, finding their way under your shirt and pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion. He tossed it aside, his eyes darkening as they took in the sight of you. “You’re so damn beautiful”, he said, his voice a low growl filled with desire.

Your hands moved to his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and sliding it off his shoulders. The feel of his warm skin against yours was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but run your hands over the hard planes of his chest. Jensen’s muscles rippled under your touch, his body responding eagerly to your caresses.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. His hands moved to the clasp of your bra, deftly unhooking it and letting it fall away. Jensen’s lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, his kisses sending sparks of pleasure through you.

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his sensual assault. Jensen’s hands found your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples and making you gasp.

Jensen’s touch was electric, every caress sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. His lips continued their journey down your collarbone, each kiss igniting a fire within you. His thumbs brushed over your nipples again, coaxing more soft moans from your lips.

He kissed lower, trailing his mouth down to your stomach, his hands sliding down to your hips. With a deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned your pants, his fingers teasingly brushing against your skin as he did so. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, your body aching for his touch.

Jensen slid your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your panties.

He was on his knees by now, his face right in front of the only thing left covering you—your panties. The intensity in his eyes made your pulse race. Your hands gripped the kitchen counter behind you to steady yourself as you looked down into his beautiful green eyes.

Jensen’s hands rested on your hips, his thumbs brushing gently against your skin, sending shivers through you. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss just above the waistband of your panties, his breath warm against your skin.

You gasped softly, your body responding eagerly to his touch. He continued to place gentle kisses along the edge of your panties, each one heightening your anticipation. His fingers hooked into the waistband, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he began to pull them down.

As the fabric slid down your legs, Jensen’s eyes never left yours, the connection between you growing even stronger. You stepped out of your panties, now completely exposed to him. His gaze traveled over your body, filled with admiration and desire.

Jensen leaned in, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, moving closer to your core. Your breath hitched in anticipation, your fingers gripping the counter tighter. He kissed his way up your thigh.

When his mouth finally reached your center, Jensen paused, his breath hot against your most sensitive skin. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race even faster.

Jensen’s hands caressed your thighs, his touch gentle yet possessive. He placed a few more teasing kisses before his tongue flicked out to taste you. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you let out a soft moan.

With a firm but gentle grip, Jensen lifted one of your thighs, hooking it over his shoulder. The movement pressed your pussy tighter against his face, allowing him even better access. The new angle intensified the sensation, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of you.

Your fingers dug into the counter behind you as Jensen’s tongue worked its magic, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks. The pressure and rhythm he maintained were driving you wild, each touch sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

Jensen’s free hand moved to your other thigh, holding you steady as he continued his sensual assault. The combination of his mouth and hands had you on the brink, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice trembling with need. “I’m so close”.

Your hands tangled in his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands, and in your heightened state, you pulled a little too hard. The tug made him groan against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

The sensation of his mouth and the feel of his groan against you were almost too much to bear. Your hips bucked involuntarily, pressing even closer to his mouth. Jensen responded with renewed intensity, his tongue moving faster and more insistently, driving you to the edge.

Your breath hitched, your body trembling with the imminent release. The combination of his skilled tongue and the primal connection you felt with him brought you right to the brink.

With one final, expertly placed flick of his tongue, you shattered. Your orgasm crashed over you in powerful waves, your body convulsing with the intensity of your climax. You cried out his name, your voice filled with pure ecstasy.

Jensen held you steady, his mouth never leaving you as he continued to draw out every last bit of your pleasure. Your hands tightened in his hair, holding him close as the waves of your orgasm slowly began to subside.

When you finally began to come down from the high, you were left breathless and trembling. Jensen gently lowered your thigh, his hands moving to support you as he stood up, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.

He kissed you deeply, his lips warm and soft against yours, sharing the taste of your desire. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you returned the kiss with equal fervor. The intensity of the moment was matched only by the depth of the connection you felt with him.

As you both stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Jensen pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your lips. “Turn around”, he ordered softly, his voice a mixture of command and desire.

You felt a shiver of anticipation run through you at his words. Slowly, you turned around, your hands finding the edge of the kitchen counter for support. Jensen’s hands traced down your sides, his touch gentle but firm as he positioned you just how he wanted.

You could hear the sound of Jensen unbuckling his belt behind you. Your breath quickened, and you felt a rush of excitement as his hands returned to your hips, his touch firm and commanding.

Jensen’s fingers brushed against your skin as he guided you into position, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire evident in every movement. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

Slowly, Jensen entered you, the sensation overwhelming and intensely pleasurable. The initial stretch was intense, your body still sore from the previous night, but the arousal coursing through you was too powerful to let the discomfort stop you. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan as he filled you completely.

Jensen sensed your tension, his hands soothingly caressing your sides. “You okay?”, he murmured.

You nodded, gripping the edge of the counter more tightly. “I’m fine”, you breathed out, your voice trembling with both pain and pleasure. “Just… keep going”.

Jensen pulled out slowly, his touch gentle and measured, before thrusting right back inside you. The movement was deliberate, meant to balance between pleasure and the lingering soreness. His grip on your hips tightened, a silent testament to the restraint he was exercising.

Each thrust sent waves of sensation through you, the initial pain gradually melting into a deep, throbbing pleasure. The rhythm he set was slow and steady, allowing your body to adjust and revel in the intimate connection.

Jensen’s fingers dug into your hips, his breath hot against your ear. “You feel so good”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking perfect”.

You moaned softly, pressing back against him, the pleasure building with each thrust. The combination of his gentle yet powerful movements and the undeniable chemistry between you heightened every sensation, making your body hum with need.

Jensen’s thrusts, though gentle, were incredibly deep, each one hitting your sweet spot with precision. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure radiating through your body with every movement. You felt your knees grow weak, and in a desperate attempt to stay upright, you pressed your cheek against the cool countertop, using it to steady yourself.

Jensen’s grip on your hips remained firm, guiding you as he continued his rhythmic thrusts. The way he moved, so controlled and deliberate, drove you wild with need.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through you.

“I’m right here”, he groaned, his voice filled with a mix of desire and reassurance.

You could feel your body straining, the soreness and the intensity of his thrusts making it hard to catch your breath. “Jensen”, you gasped again, your voice a mix of pleasure and a hint of desperation, “I don’t know if I can handle much more”.

Sensing your need for a moment to regroup, Jensen’s hands moved soothingly over your hips. “Just relax”, he urged gently, his voice steady and calming. “I’ve got you”.

He slowed his movements, his thrusts becoming even more deliberate and controlled, giving you time to adjust and breathe. The change in pace allowed you to savor each sensation, the pleasure mingling with the remnants of your earlier soreness in a heady mix.

You focused on his voice, letting his words wash over you as you tried to relax into the rhythm. “That’s it”, he murmured, his hands still caressing your skin. “Just feel it”.

Jensen couldn’t help but marvel at how well you took him, his surprise and admiration evident in his touch. Each time he entered you, he could feel the way your body stretched to accommodate his size, a sensation that drove him wild with desire. The tightness, the way you enveloped him completely, was beyond anything he had ever experienced.

Jensen stilled for a moment, his body pressed tightly against yours. He leaned down and began to kiss your shoulders, his lips warm and soothing against your skin. His touch was meant to help you relax, to bring you back from the edge of discomfort and into a space where you could fully enjoy the connection between you.

However, as Jensen shifted his weight to better reach your shoulders, he unintentionally pushed even deeper inside you. The sensation made you shudder, your legs trembling as the pleasure surged through your body. Jensen could feel the way your body responded, the way you tightened around him.

The knowledge that he could make you feel this way, that he could bring you to the edge with just his touch, filled him with a heady mix of desire and satisfaction. He loved how he could weaken you out with just his dick, how he could make you lose control in his arms.

Jensen’s hands moved to your hips, holding you steady as he began to move again. His thrusts were slow and deep, each one hitting a new depth that made you gasp. The pleasure was intense, your body trembling with each movement, your legs barely able to support you.

His hands moved down to caress your ass, his touch both tender and possessive. “You take me so well”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Jensen’s hands squeezed your ass cheeks roughly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. The combination of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, making you gasp and moan with each squeeze. You could feel the imprint of his hands on your skin, a physical reminder of his possession and desire.

Jensen’s pace increased slightly, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The intensity of his movements, combined with the roughness of his grip, drove you closer to the edge. Your breaths came in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure built within you, your body trembling with the effort to stay upright.

His voice, low and husky, whispered praises in your ear. “You feel so good, so tight around me”.

Jensen could sense how close you were, feeling your body tighten around his throbbing length inside you.

He continued his deep, urgent thrusts. His hands remained firmly on your ass, kneading and squeezing with a mix of possessiveness and admiration. He reveled in the way you trembled beneath him, your gasps and moans spurring him on.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?”, Jensen murmured, his voice husky with need. He tilted his hips slightly, angling his thrusts to hit your sweet spot more directly. His movements became more precise.

Your breath hitched, your entire body on edge as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. The combination of his deep penetration, his commanding touch, and his intoxicating words pushed you right to the brink.

“Yes”, you gasped, barely able to form words as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you. “Jensen, I’m… I’m…”.

He silenced you with a rough tug on your hair, pulling your back flush against his chest. The sudden movement intensified the sensations, your body reacting to the dual assault of pleasure and pain. Jensen’s grip on your hair was firm but controlled, his breath hot and ragged against your ear.

As he thrust deeply one last time, you felt him spill himself inside you, the warmth of his release filling you completely. His deep groan resonated in your ear, a sound of pure, primal satisfaction that sent shivers down your spine. The combination of his voice, the tug on your hair, and the sensation of him coming inside you pushed you over the edge.

Your body convulsed in his arms, your climax crashing over you in intense waves. Jensen held you tightly, his own body trembling with the force of his release.

As the intensity of your orgasms began to subside, Jensen loosened his grip on your hair, his hands moving to gently caress your sides. He pressed soft, soothing kisses to your neck and shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring.

You both stood there for a moment, catching your breath and savoring the afterglow. Jensen’s hands continued to caress your sides, his touch tender and loving. He pressed a few more soft kisses to your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“The way you come”, he mumbled against your ear, his voice filled with admiration and satisfaction, “it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”.

You chuckled breathlessly, holding on to his forearms to steady yourself. His body pressed tightly against yours. You could feel him still throbbing inside you, slowly growing soft again.

Jensen’s hands slid up to your shoulders, his touch gentle as he helped you stand more upright. “You okay?”, he asked.

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Yeah, I’m more than okay”, you replied, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

He kissed your forehead, a gesture that made your heart swell with affection. “Good”, he said softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up”.

He pulled away reluctantly, easing himself out of you with a soft groan. You both felt the loss of connection immediately, but the warmth and intimacy between you remained.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 17

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[buckymorelikefuckme]

small but mighty

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 712

warnings & tags: **18+ ONLY** smut ahead besties, teasing, sex toys / use of sex toy (m receiving), handjob. pls let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: jakey baby go brrrr 🫨🫨🫨 lmao no but really this is just self indulgent filth idk what else to tell ya. i teased it here~ quickly read through but any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is greatly appreciated and highly encouraged! xoxo

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He shouldn't have asked. It’s all he can think at the moment as his pulse throbs in his ears and his skin tingles with warmth. His entire being is humming with energy that he doesn't really know what to do with. He really shouldn't have asked.

But, like, he’s also kind of glad he did?

Listen. He found your toys—the whole trunk of them—and amidst the varying sizes and styles of dildos and nipple clamps and leather harnesses and bindings and every other thing that had him hard within minutes, he found a tiny and unassuming vibrator that he frowned at. Compared to everything else, he didn't really see what could be worth keeping this little toy for with the bells and whistles of the others.

So, naturally, after you found him sitting on the floor with your, ahem, toy box open and an expression on his face like he'd found a lost treasure, Jake asked what could be so great about it.

The grin you sent his way scared him and also made his dick twitch.

You told him a practical demonstration would be better. He'd been too blinded by his horniness to do anything besides hastily agree and immediately started stripping.

Which leads to the present. You're sitting on his legs in an effort to keep him still and it's only halfway working. But, in his defense, you've also got his cock in a firm grip, messy with lube and buzzing from the bullet vibrator he'd mistakenly judged too harshly. You've been dragging it along the length of him at an agonizing pace and he seriously can't help the way he writhes and twitches.

“Still think it's not a useful toy?” you ask, circling his tip with a look of concentration.

Jake’s hips buck beneath you, jostling you a bit. He apologizes breathlessly and tries to swallow past his dry mouth.

“N-No, I… I get it,” he acquiesces.

You smile at him, glancing at him from under your lashes. “Yeah? Do you think it feels good just here?” you wonder as you run it across his perineum. “Or do you think it would feel good elsewhere?”

“Wha…?”

His brain can't make sense of the question, but it catches on rather quickly when you take the vibrator away from his cock and tease his nipples with it. He gasps, gaze dropping where his nipples are becoming more sensitive than he ever thought they could. Goosebumps rise across his flesh and he shivers, closing his eyes as he pants for breath.

“They're very versatile,” you muse lightly.

“Yeah,” he replies, voice strained.

Slowly, you trail it down his chest and stomach, going past his leaking erection and to his balls. He jumps and lets out an undignified noise, and you choose that moment to begin stroking him in fast motions, slick sounds filling the air and mixing with his growing moans.

“Size doesn't matter, baby,” you tease.

He tries to laugh, but it comes out more like a sob. The muscles in his stomach clench and unclench, his hands torn between fisting the sheets and squeezing your hips as his orgasm creeps nearer. It's approaching rapidly and he tries to warn you, feels his thighs tense, but his jaw only slackens enough to let a guttural groan slip out.

“Come for me,” you whisper, and he can only do as he's told, shuddering as his cock pulses in your hand then spurts his release, dripping down your wrist and his balls.

He hears the vibrator get switched off, yet his ears are still buzzing from the pleasure racing through his veins. It takes him a moment to come down and to register the touch of your hands petting at his arms and shoulders.

“That thing packs a punch, huh?” he jokes.

You giggle and lean over him to give him a sweet kiss. “I know I said size doesn't matter,” you say, then bite your lip to contain your next giggle, “but I love your big dick, baby.”

Jake flushes and huffs, pinching your thigh and grunting when you pinch his nipple in retaliation. He's sated and more than happy that his silly question yielded such pleasing results.

Maybe he can ask about some more of your toys. You know, for science.

[bigtreefest]

Touch My Butt

Pairing: Jake Jensen x reader one-shot

Summary: Dating Jake is great, he’s such a gentleman

Word count: 1,506

Content/warnings: mostly fluff, is this what a meet-cute is?, allusions to smut if you squint, the lightest thigh grinding, adorkable awkward Jake, accidental pervy statements, butt-touching, I don’t think I used any pronouns (aka gn!reader), no use of Y/N

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for awhile, and it’s one of those things that came out pretty much exactly how I had it in my head, so that makes me really happy.

Who doesn’t love a hot nerd who doesn’t know he’s hot??

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You and Jake had been going out for nearly a couple of months now. You had met originally at a coffee shop where he had complimented your pants, standing behind you as you both were waiting for your drinks.

“Hey, I really like your pants. So many pockets. And the buttons are really cool on the back ones, here.”

You slowly turned around, eyes trailing up from a slim waist to a broad chest, and eventually a pair of blue eyes, tucked behind glasses, just as they started to go wide with realization at what he had said.

“Oh my gosh, I-uh, not that I was looking at your back pockets on purpose, I mean- I didn’t mean to look at your butt at all- not at you at all”

His cheeks began to tinge red and his gaze was glued to the floor, scared to look back up at your eyes, worried for the confrontation that could come from his awkwardness and inability to read the room. His buff arm was rubbing the back of his neck, bicep bulging as you dipped your head in an attempt to meet his gaze.

You instantly giggled “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re trying to say. Thank you for the compliment, I really like these pants, too.”

You turned back around before you got the chance to embarrass yourself in front of the hot, dorky stranger just as your name was called. You grabbed your drink, turned and winked at him, and left to continue the errands on your list, heading to the grocery store.

You were making your way through the produce aisles, figuring out which fruits and vegetables would be best for your meals for the next couple weeks when your eyes landed on the sign for an amazing deal on peaches.

You pushed your cart towards the display and grabbed a bag, examining for varying degrees of ripeness so you could have some sooner, and others wouldn’t peak until next week. Just then you heard the stray squeaky wheel of a cart stop behind you, thinking it was just another shopper going about their business until you heard a familiar voice.

“That’s a nice peach. You like peaches? Wait! No- I, uh, that wasn’t supposed to come out so creepy like that.”

You did your best to suppress a laugh as you paused your produce search and whipped around to see the man from the coffee shop bent at the waist with his head in his hands resting on the handle of his grocery cart. His frosted tips the only thing left on display to you.

“So, uh, is all you’re capable of doing…making allusions to my ass?”

From behind his hands, you heard a muffled “no” before he wiped his palms down his face and looked at you sheepishly. “I don’t know why that keeps happening. I really just wanted to start a conversation with you. And I promise I’m not stalking you either, I’m just out running errands today.”

“Wow, you really know how to convince a girl you’re not an axe murderer, that’s for sure.” Your eyebrows raised, but there was still a smile on your face. You believed him. He seemed genuine.

“I promise I’m not! And I promise I’ll never talk about your butt again” He bursted out, hopeful that he wasn’t blowing this. “Can I, um prove it to you? Over coffee? I mean- n-not now, obviously, you’ve still got your cup-”

“Yes.” In an attempt to save him from his adorable rambling you interjected. “Yes, I’d like to see you again, sure. In a more planned manner. But how about dinner? Tomorrow night?”

“Oh, yes, that’s perfect.” You watched as he stood up taller, shoulders back in a new-found cockiness, and grabbed a peach off the display. He tossed it up in the air and caught it in his hand a few times before you cleared your throat gently to get his attention again.

“So do you want to exchange numbers? So we can figure out the details later?” He went to reach for his phone, losing focus on the peach and fumbling it, grasping as it fell out of reach and you both watched it splat at his feet almost in slow motion.

He bent down and picked it up, placing the newly lopsided peach in his cart. “I, uh, I’ll pay for that.” He rubbed his neck again in embarrassment and looked down, scared to make eye contact. Sensing his nervousness to take another step and mess up again, you softly grabbed the phone from his hands and replaced it with your own. The two of you put your contacts into the other’s phone and handed them back.

“Ah, well, it’s nice to meet you officially,” you looked down at the new contact “…Jake. I’ll message you soon.” He was speechless and still red with embarrassment, so he just stood there and waved with a grin on his face as you left the produce and made your way to the frozens.

Dinner with Jake was great once the two of you had loosened up a little. Conversation flowed easily and you were caught up in his charm that you were sure he didn’t even know he had. This led to another date later in the week at the science center, followed by three other dates the next week, until the two of you were at one another’s apartments each night of the following.

You truly enjoyed spending time together, but you could tell Jake was trying to keep some respectful distance. He’d hold your hand when you walked or drove together, or occasionally put his hand on the small of your back, but it rarely went past that, besides the occasional times where you’d smack his butt and he’d look at you with a playful warning glare. You couldn’t help yourself, it was just so plump. It didn’t necessarily seem to go the other way, though. The one time the two of you had come close to having a heated make out session, he left his hands on your waist while yours roamed through his hair. He did look delicious with it all messed up, though, pairing well with his fogged up, crooked glasses.

Besides that, he would sit on the opposite side of your small 3-seater couch from you, allowing your legs to be tangled, and not much more. That’s what was going on tonight. It was Friday and Jake had come over for a movie marathon. You hoped this would lead to being closer to him, but he seemed enthralled with what was on the screen.

You had gotten up to get snacks, and when you came back, you plopped yourself down right next to Jake, hip to hip. He didn’t seem to mind at all. Maybe he was just trying to do everything on your terms? You snuggled up against him, lifting his arm and placing it over your shoulder, and he let you, for the rest of the movie.

Once the credits began to roll, he groggily stretched and you looked over your shoulder and up at him through your eyelashes. He smirked back down at you. Oh man, how he loved that look. He leaned down do give you a peck. This was your opportunity to push it a little farther, so you shifted to straddle his thigh.

“Is this ok?” He looked up at you in response as his hands gravitated to your waist.

“Yeah, baby. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You placed a hand on his cheek. “If I’m so perfect, why don’t you touch me ever?”

He looked back at you intently, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about? I’m touching you right now.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, respectfully. You always touch me respectfully.”

His cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah, uh, I want you to know I respect you. And that I’m not trying to sexualize you, especially after my accidental pervy statements when we first met.”

You smiled and shook your head at him, leaning down so your foreheads met as you squeezed his cheeks softly. “And I appreciate that, I really do. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman and I see the reverence in your gaze. I hope you see it in mine, too… And how many times do I have to tell you? I didn’t really think you were a perv” you giggled quietly, still meeting his gaze, “I found it endearing.”

You sat back up and lowered your hands to grab his wrists, guiding his palms to snake around your back and down lower over the back pockets of your jeans.

“And I want you to know, it’s okay to sexualize me a little bit. Touch. My. Butt.” You punctuated with pecks, before leaning in and kissing him hard. He returned the passion with a moan, kneading where you had placed his hands and you ground against him as your hands moved back up to tousle his hair.

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Nothing Has Changed - 8

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

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Bucky read the report you made. His expression was unreadable. He closed the book and said, “Thank you. I’m satisfied with your work.” He said it as if he finally got the answer he wanted. He added, “I’ve got all I need.”

His eyes looked at the ground as if he were deep in thought. Then he returned to his cheerful demeanor and looked at his watch. “Let’s go home, it’s already late. Tom has called many times because he can’t get through to you.”

After he said that, you quickly grabbed your phone and saw the notifications of 20 missed calls from your dad. You scratched your head, realizing this was the consequence of being too focused on work, forgetting to eat or sleep.

As you headed back to your car, Natasha blocked your way. “Stop what you’re doing.”

“Why?” you asked, crossing your arms. “Why should I listen to you?”

Natasha’s face hardened. “This isn’t your business.”

You couldn’t believe her audacity. Did her ears clog with earwax when Bucky told everyone he hired you? Of course, it was your business since you were hired as an auditor in this hotel. You ignored her, got into your car, and left.

Watching the sports car get farther away, Natasha clenched her fists. She felt terrible, especially knowing that you were more successful than her. The sports car, the designer clothes, and the expensive bag you carried—gosh, she hated it.

She felt her phone vibrate. She saw the caller ID and hesitated to answer. When she finally did, her voice trembled. “I think…” She took a deep breath and released it. “Bucky has found out.”

👓

The next day, you woke up and went to Bronze Lodge again. This time, you were grateful that Natasha wasn't there. Such a great way to start your day.

As you headed to your office to continue your work, you heard someone call your name. You turned around and saw a man waving at you excitedly. He wore a blue shirt, light brown pants, and a tie. He came closer and pointed at himself with a happy smile. “Do you remember me?”

“Jake Jensen,” you nodded.

“I heard a rumor that you’re back. I thought it was a lie. Glad to see you, old friend. Do you want to grab lunch together later?” Jake asked.

You politely declined, “I’ll have to say no. I have to fix the lousy job of the previous auditor.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, the previous one didn’t work at all. Next time then,” Jake said before leaving.

You smiled awkwardly and quickly entered your office, closing the door behind you. You peeked through the blinds, making sure Jake was gone. With a sigh of relief, you sat down at your desk.

You declined his lunch invitation because you made boundaries after what he did to you.

You and Jake were friends in high school, but "friends" didn’t fit. He was more of a classmate with whom you shared some things in common—both of you were nerds and outcasts.

But the difference between you and him was that you didn’t mind being a loner. Jake, however, desperately wanted to join Bucky’s group, where the popular kids gathered. He thought there was a chance because a guy like Steve was in that group.

What makes Steve different is that he and Bucky are childhood friends. And Steve's mom used to be Bucky's nanny.

Jake tried so hard to be cool but always failed. You wanted to feel bad for him, but you couldn’t because of what he did that made Natasha and her group act like jerks toward you.

One day, when you entered the classroom, Natasha and her minions confronted you, accusing you of being a snitch. You didn’t understand what they were talking about until your teacher said, “I’m glad you saw what they did on the last exam. I’m surprised Natasha and her friends could give answers like that.”

Then it hit you. No wonder Natasha was mad at you; you were seated next to her. But you knew you didn’t tell your teacher about her cheating. You knew who the real snitch was.

It was Jake.

He sat at the back, where he could see everything. He was the one who told the teacher. He then told Natasha’s friend that you had informed the teacher, and her friend told Natasha. Jake did it so Natasha would feel like she owed him and invite him into the group. But she didn’t, and Jake’s plan was futile.

Since then, you have never trusted him. Even now.

🎩

You continued working until you heard a knock on the door. Thinking it must be Bucky, you called out, “Enter,” without even bothering to lift your head. But it wasn’t him.

“I see that you’re busy,” a voice said.

You looked up and were shocked to see the mayor of the town, Mayor Martin Reynolds, standing before you.

“Good morning, sir,” you greeted him, trying to mask your surprise.

“I won’t bother you for too long. I just want to tell you something,” Mayor Martin said.

“Yes?” you replied, feeling a sense of unease.

He rested his hand on your table, crumpling some of your papers in the process. The tension in the room grew as he leaned closer and said, “Stop what you’re doing and leave everything.” Then, without another word, he left.

You were stunned. What’s going on? Why were Natasha and the mayor of the town both telling you to stop?

Did both of them know about the money embezzlement?

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Because of what Mayor Martin said to you, you lost your focus. Bucky didn’t come to visit you either, so you decided to go home early after work.

You headed to a diner for dinner. It was crowded, and the only empty seat was at the counter. You ordered some food and waited.

A moment later, another customer sat beside you. It was Steve.

You ignored him and looked at your phone.

“I’ve talked to my dad, and I’ve sent an application to art school,” Steve said.

“Hmmm…” you replied noncommittally.

Steve continued, “I hope I can leave this town just like you. This town is too greedy.”

‘Greedy?’ That word caught your attention. You turned to him, surprising him slightly that you finally acknowledged him. “What do you mean by greedy?” you asked, curiosity piqued.

Steve was slightly surprised you wanted to talk to him; he answered, “This town’s full of greedy people. It’s all power and money. I need to get out.”

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Jensen Ackles - exile

Requested: yes

Prompt: "Can you write a fic related to that last story you did with Y/n being a singer? Maybe like Jensen helping her write a song or something cute??"

Warnings: not really, no

The gentle rustle of sheets and the soft hum of a distant piano woke Y/n from her sleep. Blinking groggily, she reached over to Jensen's side of the bed, only to find it empty. Confused, she sat up, listening intently. The soothing sound of the piano playing drifted through the house, luring her out of the warm embrace of their bed. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, wrapping a robe around herself as she padded towards the source of the music. Peering over the banister, she saw Jensen seated at the piano, his fingers moving gracefully over the keys as he hummed a tune softly to himself.

With a soft smile, Y/n made her way downstairs, the wooden steps creaking slightly under her weight. Jensen seemed lost in his music, his brow furrowed in concentration. She approached him gently, not wanting to startle him. "Hey." She whispered, sitting down beside him and placing a kiss on his shoulder. He jumped slightly at her voice. "Couldn't sleep?" Jensen looked up, his green eyes meeting hers with a sheepish smile. "Yup." He admitted. "Started messing around with this tune. Not sure if it's any good, though. Probably going to scrap it." Y/n frowned, sitting down beside him on the piano bench. "Let me hear it." She insisted. "Play it for me." Jensen hesitated for a moment before nodding. He began to play, his voice low and melodic as he sang the words he had been working on. "I can see you standing, honey. With his arms around your body. You're laughing but the jokes not funny at all."

He turns his head slightly, glancing over at Y/n's focused face as she listened to the words. "And it took you five whole minutes. To pack us up and leave me with it. Holding all this love out here in the hall." Y/n shifted in the seat. This almost sounded like a breakup song, but as far as she was concerned, they hadn't been anywhere near a breakup stage for years. "You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile seeing you out. I think I've seen this film before." When he finished, she turned to him with a soft smile. "Whats it about?" She asked. "Well, I wrote the first part when we nearly broke up at that party like ten years ago." He chuckled. "The other bit just happened." Y/n let out a chuckle. "That's beautiful, babe." She said softly. "You can't scrap that. It's too good." He chuckled, a hint of relief in his eyes. "You really think so?"

"I know so." Y/n replied firmly. "Let's get to work." He arched a brow. "Right now?" She nodded. "Come on, what's the worst that could happen? If it turns out bad, we could always just keep the song secret." Jensen smiled, handing her his notebook and going back to playing the piano. They spent the rest of the night huddled together at the piano, adding lyrics and refining the melody. The hours passed quickly, filled with laughter and whispered words of encouragement. As the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, they finally finished the song.

Y/n stood and stretched, her stomach grumbling softly. "I think it's time for breakfast." she said with a grin. "I'll make us something to eat." She smiled, getting up and heading towards the kitchen. Jensen stood staring at the words scribbled on his notebook. The song was finished, and it's honestly one of the most beautiful things he had ever written; not only that, but he managed to write it with his wife. Jensen then stopd up, walking towards the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her hum a tune and fuddle with the pan on the stove, the delicious smell filling the room as the sunlight poured in the window. He finally pushed himself off the frame and walked up being her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she cooked. He nuzzled her neck, pressing a gentle kiss to her skin, whilst one of her hand reached up behind Jensen's head, moving his messy locks around. "I love you, Y/n." He murmured.

She leaned back into his embrace, smiling contentedly. "I love you too, Jensen." Just as Jensen was about to whisper something else in Y/n's ear, the patter of small feet echoed through the hallway. "Well, they're up." Y/n joked. "I liked the peace we had a few minutes ago." Jensen sighed. Their children, drawn by the enticing aroma of breakfast, burst into the kitchen with bright, eager eyes. "Mommy! Daddy! What's for breakfast?" Their eldest, a little girl with Jensen's green eyes, asked as she ran up to them. Y/n chuckled, turning in Jensen's embrace to greet their children. "Good morning, loves. I'm making pancakes." She said, bending down to scoop their youngest into her arms.

Jensen smiled warmly at their children, ruffling their son's hair. "Did the smell wake you guys up?" The eldest grabbed her youngest sister and brought her towards the kitchen table. "Yeah! Pancakes!" Their son cheered, jumping up and down with excitement. Y/n glanced at Jensen, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Looks like we'll have to finish our moment later." She winked, patting his chest gently. " Jensen shrugged. "If we open the back door they'll be outside for at least a half an hour." Y/n laughed at the suggestion that didn't seem all too bad an idea. "Fine, later." He agreed with a smile, then turning to their children. "Who wants to help Daddy set the table?"

The children eagerly volunteered, their excitement palpable as they scrambled to grab plates and utensils. "Hey! Wash, your hands first!" Jensen guided them, his laughter filling the kitchen as they worked together. Y/n watched them, her heart full of love and gratitude. Despite the interruption, she wouldn't trade this chaotic, joy-filled moment for anything. As she flipped the pancakes, she hummed the tune of their new song, feeling content and blessed by the life they had built together. Jensen caught her eye from across the kitchen and mouthed a simple "I love you".

Y/n smiled back, mouthing the words in return before turning her attention back to the pancakes.

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When What We Had was Everything Pt. 1

This is a three part fic series and will complete three of my @jacklesversebingo card spaces. This first part will fill the "You won't take care of yourself, so I will." square. Pt. 2 will fill the But We Lost It square. Pt. 3 will fill the They're Out of Time square. ❤️

Summary: When Y/N really needs him, Jensen steps up, leaving all their past in the past. Can Y/N possibly do the same?

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: None in this chapter. Brief talk of grief and loss. Extremely stressed reader. Smidge of angst.

Word Count: 4,051

A/N: I hope you enjoy this short fic series. Just three parts. This first part also fulfills a request from the lovely dove anon.

I keep hearing the TikTok audio that’s like “you came?” “You called.” could you write a jensen fic maybe related to it? I feel like it would be sooo wholesome and so cute I’m obsessed with the thought!!

I hope it's what you were looking for sweetie.

Part 2 will be out next week. Probably, Wednesday the 23rd. And Part 3 should be out on Wednesday the 30th. Let me know what you think of this first part. ❤️

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Y/N felt the pain throb behind her eyes again and pinched the bridge of her nose as her little sister’s husband pouted. 

“I thought this was good.” He whined, pointing to the tuxedo hanging from the hanger in his hand. 

The tuxedo was four sizes too small for her father; it had a white, lacy, ruffled shirt to go with it, and it was black. It wasn’t even close to what she’d asked him to find. But she took a deep breath and tried for kindness. 

“No, Jason, it’s great. But Dad was pretty specific about what…” Y/N swallowed. “He was specific about what he wanted to be buried in, he wrote it all out for us. He said he wanted a suit like the one he wore when he and mom got married. You know, dark blue, plain white shirt, and…” She didn’t bother to mention the size wasn’t even close.

She lifted a hand towards him. “Don’t...do you still have the reference picture I gave you?”

Jason pulled the small square picture out of his pocket and looked at it before showing it to Y/N. “Yeah, that’s what I got him. Basically. I mean, I’m not gonna be able to get his exact same suit.”

Y/N felt the scream bubble up in her lungs, the scream that had been building inside of her for days, and she was seconds away from letting it loose on her useless brother-in-law. Instead she snatched the picture away from him.

“It’s fine.” She said and she knew her voice was too sharp, so she tempered it with a smile and tried again. “It’s fine. Thanks, I’ll just. I’ll find something. I appreciate your help.”

Jason did everything but roll his eyes as he huffed away and tossed the tuxedo across a beautifully upholstered chair in the wide, spacious living room.

The last few days had made Y/N more grateful than ever that her parents had been blessed enough to afford the large house that she and her brother and sister had grown up in. As it stood, they had twelve cousins, three aunts, four uncles, and two of her dads colleagues from Europe staying in the house. Even for a home as big and accommodating as theirs, the house was bursting at the seams. 

Which reminded her that she still had to figure out something for supper for everyone. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and called the local pizza place to order a bunch of pizzas and salads. Their small town still didn’t have grub hub available, so Ant’s Pizza and Italian Food would have to do.

As she was placing the order, her little brother, David, came bounding through the back door, his energy and massive smile was at odds with the slightly solemn atmosphere of the house. But she knew it was just how he dealt, lots of denial, and a fair amount of weed. 

She caught his eye as he headed towards the basement where he and two younger cousins were bunking together. She waved him over and spoke briefly into the phone.

“Can you give me just a sec. Thanks.” She moved the phone away from her mouth and spoke quietly to her brother. “Davie, you have to leave in less than an hour to pick Auntie Sheila up at the airport. Are you still good to do that?”

David sucked air through his teeth. “Ooh, I definitely think I’m too high to drive.”

“David.” Y/N admonished, the scream building in her chest once again. “I told you yesterday I’d need you to grab her. You couldn’t stay sober for -”

He cut her off, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, so sorry I messed up, Y/N/N. I guess my dad just died so I’m a little bummed, and decided to try and chill a bit.” He waved a hand to encompass the house. “There’s like a million fucking people here, no one else can do it?”

He stomped off with the cousins and Y/N watched him leave before whispering, “Yeah, funnily enough my dad died too.”

“What was that?” The woman on the other end of the phone sounded a bit annoyed to be kept waiting.

“Sorry.” Y/N said quickly, continuing on with the order. 

She hung up and pulled up her list of things that had to be done before the funeral the next day. They still had to send over the list of songs her dad had wanted them to play at the ceremony and the funeral home had sent her an email with the layout of the funeral program and needed her okay on it, But they’d misspelled her mom’s name in the small obituary that graced the back page.

"Stephen was predeceased by his loving wife of thirty-two years, Martha (nee Layland)", the program read. 

Her mother’s name was Marcia. She needed to get back to them about that right away, before they printed them out and her father was forever linked to some random woman named Martha. 

She pulled up the email and was typing a response while she stood in the hallway. She was sort of existing in limbo, not willing to commit to sitting in any one room, because inevitably as soon as she sat down, something would crop up and need her attention in another room. So, for two days she’d barely sat down, barely eaten, and was going on a total of about five hours of sleep.

As she shifted from foot to foot, writing the email, her little sister came around the corner and her face was annoyed. 

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked.

Tears came to Josie’s eyes and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Jason says you were really rude to him about Dad’s suit. I don’t think that was called for. I mean, he was trying to help; he was doing us a favor by going to get it. He says you told him he screwed up. That really upset him.”

Y/N stopped writing and closed her phone. “Jo, Dad wanted a suit like the blue one he wore when he and mom got married, remember?” 

Josie nodded and shrugged. “Yeah.” 

“Well, Jason got a black tuxedo, with some kind of weird ruffled shirt.”

She pointed to the tux draped over the chair and Josie went over to pick it up. Her nose scrunched up and she dashed away her tears. 

“Oh.” Then she shook her head. “What the hell, this thing is way too small for him.”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, that too.” 

“Ugh!” Josie dropped the tuxedo like it was filthy. “K, sorry, Y/N/N. I’ll go yell at him.”

Y/N grabbed her sister's arm. “No, sweetie. Don’t do that. I don’t want you to upset him. It was nice of him to try.” 

I also don’t need the added drama of you and your little boy spouse yelling and fighting. Y/N thought. 

But she gave Josie a kiss on the forehead and brushed her fingers through her hair, like she used to when they were kids and her baby sister would get in trouble. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll go find something else in a bit.”

Josie nodded and sniffled. “I still can’t believe this is happening, you know. I mean, I guess that’s stupid since he’s been sick so long, but…I don’t know, it just still feels sudden. I don’t know how that’s possible.”

Y/N pushed down her own tears to wipe away her little sister’s as they fell. “I know Joey.” She said, slipping into the childhood nickname that Josie had forced her to stop using in Junior High. “No matter what, he was here and then he was gone, and that will always feel sudden, I think.”

Y/N pulled her into a tight hug. “But him and mom are together again, tearing up heaven, I bet.”

Josie laughed softly through her tears. “Yeah, I wouldn’t be surprised.” She sighed and pulled away, wiping her tears. “Yeah, they always said they were a match made in heaven, so I’m sure they rule the place already.”

The sisters chuckled together, as their fond memories mingled together and brought them each a moment of peace. Josie shattered it for Y/N by raising a curious eyebrow.

“So…speaking of a match made in heaven, any word back from Jensen?”

Y/N felt her stomach plummet and she shook her head quickly. “No, I couldn’t reach him. I left a message, but I know he’s shooting in Australia. So, he’s literally on the other side of the world. He won’t be able to make it.” 

She shook her head again, angry at herself this time. “It was stupid to call him anyway. I haven’t spoken to him for months, since before Dad even got sick. It was so friggin dumb to call and leave a voicemail being like, ‘Hey, my dad died.’ Ugh!” 

Josie gave her a sympathetic look. “No, you were right to let him know at least. He and Dad got along great when you guys were together, so I'm sure he’d wanna know. And who knows, maybe he’ll call you back at least.” 

Her gaze became calculating. “Which will give you the chance to tell him how stupid you were to let him go, and how much you still love him!”

“Uh uh.” Y/N replied  sharply. “That’s not happening, Jo. I can not think about anything like that right now.” 

The last thing she needed was for her ongoing Jensen heartache and the heartbreak from the loss of her father, to combine and completely debilitate her.

Josie looked like she was going to continue, but something in Y/N’s expression seemed to change her mind. Instead, she just shrugged and turned to leave.

“K, whatever you say. I’m starving. I need food.”

Y/N smiled, ignoring her own growling stomach. “Okay, I’m off to return the tuxedo and find something else.”  

Josie nodded and gave her a thumbs up. Y/N grabbed the tuxedo from the chair and made a mental note to text her aunt and tell her to take a cab from the airport, and she’d reimburse her. She could do that and finish the email in the car.

Y/N felt the scream growing in her chest once again as she faced the salesperson in the third store she’d been to. 

The tuxedo was still in the trunk of her car, because she’d forgotten to get the receipt from Jason, so that would have to be a task for another day. Right now she was simply trying to find a suit that fit her father’s last wishes.

She tamped down her frustrations and smiled at the young guy in front of her. “Okay, so you don’t have anything in a navy suit in that size, but do you have anything that looks anything like this?” She lifted the picture again for him to see.

He just lifted a careless shoulder. “No, it’s just what we’ve got out on the floor.”

Y/N felt her voice cracking as she spoke. “Okay, you have another location across town, right? Is there any chance they have something like it?”

“I dunno.” The guy said unhelpfully.

Y/N knew her smile was starting to look like a grimace and she tried to change that before asking. “Would it be at all possible for you to check with them before I drive all the way over there?”

“K, yeah, hang on.” The guy sighed deeply and walked towards the back, presumably to make the call.

When he was out of sight Y/N began to suck in deep breaths and force her smile back onto her face. After a moment of practice she felt like she was managing it, when she heard someone set off the door chime as they walked in.

She turned to look and her jaw dropped. Jensen stood just inside the door and he smiled at her; his voice was soft.

“Hey baby.”

“Jensen.” Y/N whispered. It felt like she was hyperventilating as she spoke, completely out of breath. 

“You came.” She said with wonder.

“You called.” He responded with a gentle smile and a shrug.

She blinked rapidly, desperate to keep her tears at bay. But Jensen walked up to her and tucked her hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” 

It was as though he’d pressed some sort of release valve and she was suddenly absolutely incapable of holding back her tears. They flooded her, and noisy sobs left her mouth; she had no way to stop them.

Jensen pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” He said softly as he rocked her slightly in his arms.

She felt as though the scream that had been building for days, was slowly leaking out of her through her tears; she quickly soaked Jensen’s sweater. All the while, he just held her, making soothing noises and kissing the top of her head and her temple, letting her cry as long as she wanted.

As her tears began to dry up, she heard the sales guy come back through the door. “So, the other store says they don’t -” There was a brief pause and Y/N turned away from Jensen’s chest in time to see the guy’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.

“Holy shit!” He said, exploding with excitement, his skinny body practically vibrating. “You’re Soldier Boy. I got Soldier Boy in the friggin store!”

Jensen pulled Y/N into his side, tucking her safely under his left arm and reaching out to shake the guy’s hand with his right.

“Hi, nice to meet you. What’s your name?” 

“H-Howie. I’m Howie.” He said, tripping over his words a bit.

Howie pulled his phone out of his pocket and raised it in front of him to snap a selfie that would include all three of them. Y/N turned her face into Jensen’s shoulder to avoid the camera. Jensen reached out and grabbed the phone away before Howie could snap the picture.

He handed it back with a smile. “Sorry Howie, but my friend here is going through a very rough time right now and I don’t think she’s in the mood for selfies.”

Howie frowned. “So, she doesn’t have to be in it.”

Y/N tried to pull away so she wasn’t in the picture, but Jensen tightened his grip and kept her flush against his side. 

“No, I think she’s gonna stay right here. Do you have the suit she needs?”

Howie’s face was scrunched up into annoyance. “No.”

“Okay, thanks then.” Jensen said and headed for the door.

“Wow, you’re an asshole!” Howie shouted at him as they walked out the door.

As they stepped out onto the sidewalk Y/N shook her head. “Jensen, you could have just taken the picture, I would have stepped away from you.”

Jensen shook his head. “N’ah, I wanted to keep you next to me.”

Y/N looked up at him, still processing the fact that he was actually here. “Jensen, I can’t believe you came all the way from Australia. And you’re working, can you really afford the time away? And how did you know where to find me?”

Jensen waved dismissively. “I went to your parents' house, and Josie said you were out trying to get a suit for your Dad.” He shrugged. “There are only so many suit shops in this town, just so happens I found you in the second place I went.”

He smiled and shook his head. “As for work and the rest of it, don’t worry about that, it doesn’t matter.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “How are you holding up, sweetheart?”

Y/N shrugged. “Mostly okay, I guess. I mean, Dad was pretty sick for the last three months, and the doctors were never hopeful.” 

She looked up at him guiltily. “Sorry I didn’t call you sooner. But I didn’t know if…I mean just, you know the way things…the way we left things, I didn’t know if…”

Jensen’s eyes were slightly shadowed, as he ducked his head and nodded. “No, I get it. But we don’t have to uh, we don’t need to talk about that right now. It’s not what’s important.” He straightened up and took a deep breath, and then smiled. “You need a suit for your Dad right?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, he wanted it to look like this one.” She pulled the picture out of her purse and showed it to him. “But at this point, I’ll be happy to find any suit that will fit. You know, not a small guy, my dad.” She said with a fond smile.

“No, he sure wasn’t.” Jensen said with a smile. “Scared the shit outta me the first time I met him. But it was clear pretty quick that he was just a giant softy.” 

“Yeah.” Y/N agreed with another tear falling which she dashed away quickly.

Jensen pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the old wedding photo and then dialed a number. 

“Hang on.” He said, raising one finger as he stepped away. He spoke quietly with someone for a minute or two before returning to her side as he hung up.

“Okay, that’s done. I’ve got a friend who can get a suit just like that one.” He said, tapping the picture that Y/N still held. “I gave her your dad’s suit size, a 52" long, right?” 

Y/N nodded and he continued. “Also the name of the funeral home. She’s gonna coordinate with them, and the suit will be there first thing tomorrow morning.” 

He tucked his phone back into his pocket. “What’s next?”

Y/N shook her head, protesting. “No, Jensen, I’m sure you didn’t fly halfway across the world just to run errands.”

Jensen leveled a look directly at her. “Y/N, that is exactly why I flew here. Cause I know you.” He cupped her cheek gently. “I knew you’d be running around taking care of everything and everyone else, and forget about what YOU need.” 

He shrugged. “You won’t take care of yourself, so I will.” His gaze was warm and it made Y/N think of how it felt to come in from the cold and feel warm and safe. He smiled. “So, what’s next?”

By the time the pizzas showed up at six thirty that evening, everything was finished. All the errands and chores on her to-do list had been crossed off. Thanks to Jensen. 

He’d stepped in and taken over most of the list, consulting with her when he needed to, but mostly allowing her to just walk alongside him quietly as he got everything done.

It had caused a minor hullabaloo among her cousins when she showed up at the door with Dean Winchester in tow. They all knew she’d dated Jensen, but most of them had never gotten the chance to meet him. 

But Josie had come through and mercifully saved them all from embarrassment by shooing away the cousins and giving Jensen a kiss on the cheek.

“Told Y/N you'd come.” She said with a side glance at her sister that said, “I told you so.”

Eventually everyone found a spot to sit and eat their pizza, either in the kitchen, dining room or living room. Conversations tended to center around her dad, funny stories, or heartwarming ones, and she was happy everyone was celebrating him exactly the way he would have wanted.

A few hours later, as people began thinking about bed, Y/N came back into the dining room where Jensen was sitting, and saw him frowning at his phone. His face cleared as she approached him.

“What’s up?” She asked.

He shook his head. “Oh, nothing.” Y/N gave him a look that said she could wait all night for the real answer and he laughed. “I was just trying to book a room, but it seems as though your one hotel and two bed and breakfasts are all full.”

Y/N gave him a sympathetic look. “Yeah, sorry. Ordinarily there’s not a whole lot of tourism in town. But right now, I think most of the rooms have been taken by people here for the funeral.” She shrugged and smiled. “Dad was well loved.”

Jensen reached out to squeeze her hand. “Yeah, he was.”

Y/N felt the warmth from his fingers travel up her arm and tingle across her skin. It was a pleasant feeling that she knew all too well, a kind of anticipation that always led to something more between them.

Jensen seemed to sense it too because he dropped her hand and stood up. He cleared his throat. “It’s no big deal. I can just drive into Kingston and find a room there.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, that's an hour and a half drive each way. Why waste the time? Just…just stay here. We’ve got room.”

Jensen gave an awkward chuckle and looked around the rooms packed with people. “Where? Under the porch?”

Y/N gave him a teasing smile. “Well, you scoff, but the raccoons gave it a very solid four stars.” They stood awkwardly for a minute more before she shook her head. “Seriously, though, I’m sure we can find one more bed to stash you in.”

Jensen agreed reluctantly, but as it turned out, finding an open space was tougher than it seemed. All the rooms were very much at capacity, and so were the couches. There was floor space down in the basement with the cousins, but Y/N knew they’d stay up most of the night playing video games which wasn’t exactly conducive to Jensen's sleep.

Finally she just shook her head and gave in to the idea that made her stomach twist but also squeeze tight and fill with butterflies. She put on her most nonchalant voice. 

“You know what, this is dumb. Just stay in my room. It's just me in there right now, so I've got the space and you know. Not like we haven’t bunked together before, right?”

Y/N knew her choice of words was dumb. “Bunking” was not how she would describe her nights in bed with Jensen. Her mind was instantly filled with memories of him pressed tight against her body, the feel of him moving inside her, tracing his hands over every inch of her, making her burst to life with a mere flick of his tongue.

She thought maybe Jensen was experiencing the same memories, because his gaze was intense and heated before he snapped his head to the side, looking away from her. “That’s,” his voice was hoarse, “probably not…I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Y/N nodded, though he wasn’t looking at her. Her cheeks flushed and she was quick to backtrack. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s a…you can just crash in the basement. The guys will be a bit noisy, but…just tell them to shut up if they get to be too much.” She forced a chuckle, and Jensen seemed to grab it like a lifeline, forcing a laugh too.

“Yeah, absolutely. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He clasped his hands together at waist height and rubbed his palms in circles, a tell that Y/N remembered meant that he was nervous. “I’ll just grab my bag from my car.” 

He pointed vaguely towards the outside and Y/N nodded. “Yeah, okay. Then you can just head down and make yourself at home.”

They stood awkwardly for a minute more and then he leaned down to kiss her cheek. It was only a peck, but his lips were so soft and lush that it still made Y/N’s heart flutter.

He pulled back with a warm smile and an emotion in his gaze that she couldn’t interpret. “K, goodnight.” He said softly.

Y/N smiled back and tried to make it natural. “Goodnight. And, uh, just thanks. I mean, for everything today.”

Jensen shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

With a final squeeze to her hand he walked out to his car and Y/N practically ran up the stairs to her room.

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[deans-queen]

I Remember It🧣

Pairing: Jensen x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: Reader has been thinking a lot about her past relationship with Jensen, and she wishes things could have ended differently

Inspired by the Song All Too Well (Taylor’s Version) bold/italic text: song lyrics

Warnings: language, light smut, emotional vulnerability, sexual themes.

Reader’s POV

It’s been months, but I still think about him every single day. Jensen Ackles—my Jensen—was everything I wanted. Until he wasn’t. I never thought we’d fall apart like this, that I’d be left holding pieces of a love so strong it could shatter me. But now here I am, sitting in my quiet apartment, listening to “All Too Well (Taylor’s Version)” and staring at the old scarf I wore the day we met.

“I left my scarf there, and you’ve still got it in your drawer even now…”

The words of Taylor’s song hit me right where it hurts the most. God, it was so stupidly perfect, the way we’d fallen for each other. I can still remember the way his hands felt on my body, his touch slow and deliberate, the way his lips would trace along my neck. The way he’d make me feel like I was the center of his world. He’d whisper things in my ear, dirty words that would set me on fire, make me crave him even more.

“Y/N, baby, you drive me wild…” he’d say, his voice low and husky, right before he’d kiss me, deep and consuming, pulling me into a world where nothing else existed but us.

And I gave everything to him. I wanted to drown in him, in his love, his touch, his passion. But looking back, maybe that was the problem. I gave him too much of myself, and he took it without realizing just how fragile I was. How fragile we both were.

“You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest.”

God, how that line hits me every time. He didn’t mean to break me, but he did. One night, after another fight, he just… walked away. He said we needed space, that we were moving too fast. But what he really meant was that I wasn’t enough to keep him grounded, to keep him here.

My heart still aches when I think about the last time we were together. We had one of those rare moments where everything was perfect again. We were tangled up in the sheets, my body pressed against his, our breaths heavy and shallow. He whispered my name in that deep, raspy voice, his fingers tracing my curves like he was memorizing every inch of me. I kissed him then, slowly, letting him know I wasn’t ready to let go, that I would always want more.

His lips were soft against mine, tasting like the whiskey we’d been drinking. He bit my bottom lip gently, making me moan into his mouth, and then he chuckled. That low, sexy sound that used to make me melt. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice dark, teasing, the way he always did when he knew he had me.

I did. God, I loved it. I loved every second of being with him.

But I knew in that moment that it was slipping away. Even as we touched, as we kissed and lost ourselves in the heat of the moment, I could feel it—the distance growing between us. The way he would pull back, emotionally, even as his hands pulled me closer physically.

“And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all up.” I whisper the words to myself, feeling the tears burn my eyes. Maybe that’s what happened. Maybe I was too much for him, and he wasn’t ready for all I had to give.

I wish I could say it didn’t still hurt, but it does. Every time I close my eyes, I see him, smell him, taste him. I remember the way his breath would catch when I touched him, the way he’d look at me like I was his entire world. And yet, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.

I wipe my tears and grab the scarf, pulling it to my chest. It still smells like him, faintly, like leather and cologne. I wonder if he ever thinks about me, if he ever regrets walking away. Does he still have my scarf? Does he ever pull it out of the drawer and think about what we could have been?

Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it.

The truth is, I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again. Loving Jensen changed me, broke me in ways I never expected. But I don’t regret it. I’ll never regret loving him, even if it still hurts like hell.

I close my eyes and lean back against the couch, the scarf wrapped tightly around my fingers, remembering the love that was once ours. And even though I wish things had ended differently, I can’t help but smile through the tears, because for a moment, I had him. I had him all too well.

It’s been weeks since I last thought of Jensen. Or at least that’s what I’ve been trying to tell myself. But deep down, I knew I never really let him go. The pain has softened into a dull ache, but it’s still there, lingering just beneath the surface.

I’m curled up on the couch, sipping coffee, wearing his old flannel—yeah, I know, pathetic—when I hear a knock at the door. My heart skips a beat. I’m not expecting anyone, and for a split second, I think maybe it’s Victoria. But when I open the door, I nearly drop my mug.

It’s him. Jensen, standing there, looking exactly the way I remember him. His piercing green eyes lock onto mine, and suddenly, I’m transported back to all those moments we shared. The nights filled with whispered promises, stolen kisses, and passion that felt too big for either of us to handle.

“Y/N,” he breathes my name like a prayer, his voice low and strained. I can see the weight of everything hanging between us, the words unsaid, the pain we caused each other. “I—I know I don’t deserve to be here, but I had to see you.”

I cross my arms over my chest, trying to protect myself from the whirlwind of emotions rushing in. “Why now, Jensen? After everything, why are you here?”

He steps closer, his eyes filled with regret. “I messed up. I know I hurt you, and it’s taken me too damn long to admit that. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you—about us.”

My throat tightens, and I struggle to hold back the tears. “You walked away, Jensen. You left me here, broken. And now you just show up and expect what? For me to forget all of that?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, that familiar gesture that once made me weak in the knees. “I know I can’t undo the past. I wish I could. But I need you to know, I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. Part of me wants to slam the door in his face, tell him to leave and never come back. But another part—the part that still loves him, still aches for him—won’t let me.

“I don’t know if I can trust you again,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

He takes another step toward me, close enough that I can smell his familiar scent—leather, whiskey, and something distinctly Jensen. “Let me prove it to you,” he murmurs, his eyes searching mine. “Please, Y/N. Let me show you that I’m not going anywhere this time.”

I can’t help but look away, my heart hammering in my chest. The memories of him are overwhelming—the good, the bad, all of it. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. But then I feel his fingers gently touch my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze.

“I never should have left you,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. “You were everything to me, and I was too scared to admit it. I was an idiot, and I didn’t deserve you then. But I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I do now, if you’ll give me the chance.”

His lips hover close to mine, and despite every defense I’ve built, I can feel myself leaning into him. “Jensen…” I whisper, my voice breaking.

He closes the distance between us, his mouth crashing onto mine in a kiss that’s both desperate and familiar. The world fades away, and all I can feel is him—his hands in my hair, his body pressing against mine, the heat between us igniting instantly. It’s like no time has passed, like we’ve been waiting for this moment all along.

“God, I missed you,” he breathes against my lips, his voice thick with desire. His hands slide down my back, gripping me possessively as he deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing mine. I moan softly, giving in to the fire that’s been burning in me for him all this time.

He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his breath coming in heavy, ragged bursts. “I want you, Y/N. I always have. I never stopped wanting you. But it’s not just that. I need you. I need us.”

His words make me tremble, and I know I’m already too far gone to push him away. I’ve wanted this—wanted him—for so long. But I can’t let him break me again. I need to be sure.

“You hurt me, Jensen,” I whisper, my voice shaking as the tears I’ve been holding back finally spill over. “You left me, and I don’t know if I can go through that again.”

He cups my face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “I know, baby. I know. And I swear to you, I will never hurt you like that again. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you let me.”

The vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion in his eyes—it’s too much. My defenses crumble, and before I can stop myself, I’m kissing him again, hard and desperate, like I’ve been starving for him all this time. He responds with equal intensity, his hands roaming my body, pulling me against him like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

We stumble backward into my apartment, lips never breaking contact, and I’m lost in him again. Lost in the heat, the passion, the love that never really faded.

As we collapse onto the couch, his body pressing me into the cushions, I know this time it’s different. This time, he’s here to stay. And maybe—just maybe—we can pick up the pieces of what we lost.

“And I remember it all too well…”, and so does he.

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[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 2/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, age gap, tough topics

Word Count: 6162

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As your eyes fell upon Jensen’s overflowing shopping cart, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Big plans, huh?”, you quipped, your tone light and teasing as you gestured towards the assortment of bottles.

Jensen’s throat tightened at the sight of your playful expression, his mind racing with a jumble of thoughts and emotions. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a girl he found truly attractive, let alone one who seemed to effortlessly break through the walls of his solitude.

Before he could muster a response, Jared returned, his eyes scanning the scene before him with amusement. Taking in the exchange between you and Jensen, a knowing grin spread across his face as he sized you up from toe to head.

Jared's grin widened as he observed the interaction between you and Jensen, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Hey, Jensen, is this your new shopping buddy?", he teased, his tone light as he nudged his friend playfully.

Jensen's cheeks flushed at the remark, his gaze flickering between you and Jared as he struggled to find his voice. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words seemed to catch in his throat, leaving him speechless.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Jensen's flustered state, a playful glint in your eyes as you turned to Jared with a smirk. "I'm not sure about shopping buddies, but I did just crash into him", you admitted with a grin, your tone teasing as you glanced back at Jensen.

Jared raised an eyebrow at the revelation, his grin widening into a knowing smirk. "Ah, so you're the reason he's at a loss for words", he remarked with a laugh, shooting Jensen a knowing look.

Jensen's cheeks grew even redder at the teasing, his embarrassment evident.

Jared chuckled at Jensen's embarrassment. "Looks like having girls crash into him at stores is becoming your new hobby, huh, Jensen?".

Jensen rolled his eyes. "Yeah, lucky me", he muttered under his breath, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment.

Turning his attention back to you, Jared offered a charming smile as he extended his hand. "I'm Jared", he introduced himself warml. "And this here is Jensen".

You accepted Jared's handshake with a smile, your gaze lingering on Jensen for a moment longer before returning to Jared. "Nice to meet you, Jared", you replied. "And Jensen, despite our collision, it's nice to meet you too".

For a second or two, a brief silence settled over you. Sensing the moment, you broke the silence with a soft chuckle.

"Well, yeah, I better get going before Mr. Jensen here kills you for teasing", you mumbled with a playful grin, shooting Jensen a wink before turning to leave.

But before you could take another step, Jared spoke up, his voice cutting through the air with unexpected sincerity. "Hey, wait a minute", he interjected, his tone earnest as he addressed you directly. "Would you like to come to my birthday party tonight?".

You turned back to face Jared, surprise flickering across your features at the unexpected invitation.

You couldn't help but smile at Jared's sincere invitation, touched by the warmth and inclusivity of his gesture. "Thank you", you replied gratefully, though a hint of hesitation lingered in your voice. "But I guess I won't quite fit in there", you added with a soft chuckle, gesturing subtly to the obvious age gap between yourself and the trio.

Jensen cursed inwardly as he caught your subtle gesture. But before he could dwell on his insecurities about his age, Jared stepped in.

"Don't be silly", Jared insisted, his tone firm as he met your gaze with unwavering sincerity. "Age is just a number, and besides, we throw the best parties", he added with a playful wink.

Jared sensed your hesitation, his brows furrowing slightly as he tried to ease your concerns. "Look, how about you give me your number?", he suggested, his tone gentle yet persuasive. "I'll text you the address, and you just think about it. We're no creeps, I promise. My kids and a shit ton of friends will also be there, and there will be damn good food", he added with a reassuring smile.

You couldn't help but be swayed by Jared's genuine offer of hospitality, his warmth and sincerity shining through his words. With a soft smile, you nodded in agreement. "Alright", you conceded, reaching for your phone to exchange numbers with Jared. "I'll think about it. Thanks for the invite".

Jared grinned, relieved that you had agreed to consider attending the party. "No problem at all", he replied warmly, typing your number into his phone with a sense of anticipation. "Just let me know if you decide to come. It'll be a blast, I promise".

As you walked away, a strange sensation washed over you, prompting you to turn around one more time. Catching Jensen's gaze, you felt a jolt of electricity shoot through you, as if your heart had skipped a beat in that brief moment of connection.

For a split second, time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes with Jensen, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless. There was something about the way he looked at you, a mixture of vulnerability and longing, that stirred something deep within you.

But before you could dwell on the fleeting moment any longer, you tore your gaze away, a flush rising to your cheeks as you hurried to pay for your purchases and leave. As you made your way out of the store, the memory of Jensen's gaze lingered in your mind, leaving you with a sense of curiosity and intrigue that you couldn't quite shake.

As soon as you were far enough away, Jensen elbowed Jared in the ribs, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. “What was that about?”, he grumbled, shooting his friend a pointed look.

Jared chuckled knowingly, as he nudged Jensen back. “Oh, come on, Ackles", he teased, a grin spreading across his face. “You know damn well what that was about”.

Jensen grumbled under his breath, frustration evident in his tone. “Why the fuck did you invite her to the party?”, he muttered, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

“Because you were practically drooling over her”, he teased. “I haven’t seen you get that fucking shy around a girl in ages”.

Jensen shot Jared a reproachful look, his cheeks flushing even deeper at the teasing. “I’m fucking married, Jared”, he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration. “It’s not like anything could come of it”.

But Jared just scoffed at Jensen’s protests, rolling his eyes. “Oh, come on, Jensen”, he retorted.

Jared's grin softened into a more serious expression as he placed a hand on Jensen's shoulder. "I know, man", he said sympathetically, his voice gentle. "But let's be real here. Your marriage is fucking terrible anyway. You deserve to have a little fun".

Jensen let out a frustrated sigh. "Yeah, but what am I supposed to do?", he muttered bitterly. "Just stare at that girl all night long, not allowed to make a damn move? Even though my marriage is hell on earth, I can't just… hit on someone".

Jared nodded understandingly, his gaze filled with empathy. "I get it, Jensen", he said. "But maybe tonight can be a chance for you to just let loose, forget about all the bullshit for a while. Who knows? Maybe it'll be the push you need to start making some changes in your life".

Jensen let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping with resignation as he mulled over Jared's words. "I don't think she'll come anyway", he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with disappointment. "And even if she does, she seemed way too young and not interested in… older guys".

Jared frowned at Jensen's pessimistic attitude, shaking his head in disagreement. "You never know, man", he replied optimistically, trying to lift his friend's spirits. "Stranger things have happened. And who knows? Maybe you can lull her with your… beautiful green eyes". Towards the end of his sentence, Jared raised his voice, imitating a girl.

"Ugh, fuck off", Jensen grumbled, but couldn't help but smile a little.

Jared gave Jensen's shoulder a reassuring pat, offering him a supportive smile. "Come on, let's head home", he said, his tone upbeat as he tried to lighten the mood. "We've got enough alcohol for three parties".

Jensen managed a small chuckle at Jared's remark.

As the evening descended, you found yourself sitting alone in your living room, the soft glow of your phone illuminating the dimly lit space. Your gaze lingered on the message from one of the guys you had met earlier, the address for Jared's birthday party displayed prominently on the screen.

You realized that the party wasn't far from where you lived, a convenient coincidence that made the decision to attend that much easier. It had been a few weeks since you had moved to Austin, and in that time, you had found yourself spending most of your days alone, longing for connection and friends in this new city.

With a sense of anticipation, you contemplated the prospect of attending the party. It wasn't often that you had the opportunity to socialize and meet new people, and the thought of spending the evening surrounded by friendly faces and lively conversation filled you with a renewed sense of excitement.

With a decisive nod, you made up your mind. Tonight, you would step out of your comfort zone and embrace the opportunity for connection.

Just as you were about to text Jared to confirm your attendance, a notification popped up on your phone. Opening the message, you were greeted with a photo of a table overflowing with an impressive array of drinks.

You couldn't help but smile at Jared's gesture, touched by his effort to entice you to join the party.

You quickly typed out a response to Jared. As you hit send, a sense of anticipation washed over you.

As Jensen stepped out of the shower and stood before the mirror, a wave of weariness washed over him. Running a hand through his damp hair, he studied his reflection with a critical eye, the sight of his tired, weathered face staring back at him a stark reminder of the toll that his lifestyle and the stress of his marriage had taken on him.

With a heavy sigh, he reached for his razor, the sharp blade gliding over his skin as he began to trim his beard. Jensen couldn't help but reflect on how much he had changed over the years.

Gone was the youthful vitality and carefree spirit of his younger days, replaced now by lines etched deep into his skin and a weariness that seemed to weigh heavily on his shoulders. The weight of his responsibilities and the burden of his troubled marriage had left their mark, leaving Jensen feeling older and more exhausted than he had ever imagined.

As the first guests began to arrive, laughter and chatter filled the air, the lively atmosphere of celebration setting the tone for the evening ahead. Amidst the crowd, Cliff approached Jared, a beer in hand, a curious expression on his face.

"Hey", Cliff greeted, a grin spreading across his face. "Is it true that Jensen's here?", he asked, his tone laced with disbelief. "I can't believe it. It's been ages since we've seen him outside of conventions".

Jared chuckled, nodding in confirmation as he exchanged a knowing glance with Cliff. "Believe it or not, he's here", he replied with a grin. "Apparently, he needed a break".

Cliff raised an eyebrow in surprise, a hint of skepticism in his expression. "Well, I'll be damned", he exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Never thought I'd see the day. Can't wait to catch up with him".

As more guests arrived, Jared found himself busy greeting everyone and ensuring everyone felt welcome. Meanwhile, Jensen emerged from the house, his presence drawing the attention of those around him. Instantly, Cliff spotted him and made his way over, a warm smile on his face.

"Jensen!", Cliff exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine pleasure at seeing his old friend. "It's been too long, man. How've you been?".

Jensen returned Cliff's smile, a sense of warmth spreading through him at the sight of a familiar face. "Hey", he greeted warmly, extending a hand to shake. "I've been hanging in there. Good to see you".

As they exchanged pleasantries, Jensen couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to reconnect with old friends.

As the first hour of the party passed, Jensen couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that had settled over him. He found himself tapping his foot nervously as he sipped his beer, scanning the crowd in search of a familiar face. Your face. But amidst the sea of people, he still couldn't spot you.

Just when he was beginning to resign himself to the idea that you might not show up, he caught sight of movement in the garden. His breath hitched as he watched you step into view, a shy and hesitant figure in a breathtaking summer dress.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Jensen took in the sight of you, the soft glow of the evening sun casting a radiant halo around you. He couldn't tear his gaze away as you glanced around nervously, a hint of uncertainty in your eyes.

As you caught sight of Jensen, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a wave of relief washing over you at the sight of a familiar face amidst the crowd. With a tentative step forward, you made your way towards him.

Jensen's heart raced as you drew nearer, his pulse quickening with each step you took.

As you approached, Jensen could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a drumbeat of anticipation. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he muttered to himself, "You got this, Jensen".

He knew he was a good-looking guy, that much was certain. He had always been aware of the effect he had on most women he met, but this time felt different. You were different. There was something about you that stirred a sense of nervousness and insecurity within him, a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to feel.

Despite his confidence in his appearance, Jensen couldn't shake the nagging doubt that gnawed at him from within. He found himself second-guessing every move, every word, as he struggled to navigate the unfamiliar territory of his emotions.

He straightened his posture, mustering all the charm and charisma he possessed as he prepared to greet you.

As you finally reached Jensen, a soft smile graced your lips as you mustered him for a few seconds, your gaze lingering on him with a hint of curiosity and warmth. Then, with a subtle gesture, you held up one of the whiskey bottles you had bought earlier, a playful glint in your eyes as you asked, "So, where's the birthday kid?".

Jensen felt a surge of relief wash over him at your friendly greeting, the warmth of your smile melting away his nerves. He couldn't help but admire the easy confidence and grace with which you carried yourself, a stark contrast to his own inner turmoil.

"Hey", he replied, returning your smile with one of his own, his voice tinged with genuine warmth. "Jared's probably somewhere around here, making sure everyone's having a good time. But knowing him, he won't be far from the food".

As he spoke, Jensen's gaze lingered on you, a sense of admiration and intrigue stirring within him. Despite his initial apprehension, being in your presence felt surprisingly natural, as if you had known each other for far longer than just a few moments.

With a sense of anticipation, Jensen gestured towards the crowd, inviting you to join him in the search for Jared. You fell into step beside him.

As you began to search for Jared, Jensen felt a sense of urgency to break the silence and initiate a conversation. He cleared his throat awkwardly, his mind racing as he tried to think of something to say.

“So, uh, did you have any trouble finding the place?”, Jensen asked, his voice slightly strained as he attempted to break the ice. He cursed inwardly at his own clumsiness, hoping that his attempt at small talk didn’t come across as too forced.

He stole a glance at you, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited your response. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of nervousness and uncertainty, unsure of what to expect from the evening or from you. But one thing was certain: he wanted to make a good impression, to show you the best version of himself in the hopes that you would like him.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mingled with apprehension as you stole a glance at Jensen.

You masked your own nervousness with an easy smile, offering a casual shrug in response to his question. "Nah, not really", you replied, your voice steady despite the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. "The address was pretty easy to find. Plus, I've been exploring the neighborhood lately, so I'm starting to get the hang of things".

As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice the subtle scent of Jensen's cologne, a tantalizing mix of musk and spice that sent a shiver down your spine. You fought to maintain your composure, not wanting to betray the effect he had on you with just his presence alone.

But deep down, you couldn't deny the undeniable attraction that pulsed between you, the magnetic pull drawing you closer with each step. And as you continued to navigate the crowded garden in search of Jared, you couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that filled you.

As Jensen and you spotted Jared next to Gen, who was starting the grill, a small smile tugged at your lips. Gen raised an eyebrow at Jensen and you, a curious expression flitting across her features. Not recognizing you, she leaned in to Jared and murmured, "Who's Jensen's company?".

Jared glanced over at you and Jensen, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Oh, that's (Y/N)", he replied simply, his voice laced with amusement.

Gen glanced back at you and Jensen.

As you and Jensen reached them, Gen smiled at you. "Welcome to the party, (Y/N). Nice to meet you. I´m Gen, Jared´s wife".

You returned Gen's smile with a friendly nod, feeling a sense of warmth and acceptance wash over you in her presence.

Gen's curiosity piqued. "So, how do you know Jensen?", she inquired, her tone casual but curious.

Before you could respond, Jared chimed in, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he launched into the story of how he and Jensen had run into you earlier that day. Gen listened intently, her brow furrowing slightly as she eyed Jensen suspiciously.

As Jared recounted the chance encounter, Gen's expression shifted from curiosity to mild skepticism. She shot Jensen a playful yet probing look, as if trying to decipher the truth behind Jared's tale.

Jensen shifted uncomfortably under Gen's scrutiny, his cheeks flushing slightly as he offered a sheepish shrug. "It was just a coincidence, really", he interjected, his tone slightly defensive.

But despite his attempt to downplay the encounter, Gen's suspicion lingered, her gaze lingering on Jensen.

As Gen observed Jensen’s interaction with you, a sense of unease crept over her. She wasn’t aware of the extent of Jensen’s marital troubles, but seeing him with a young and unfamiliar woman stirred a twinge of discomfort within her.

Despite her lack of knowledge about Jensen’s personal life, Gen couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. The sight of him engaged in conversation with you, coupled with Jared’s teasing story, left her with a sense of unease that she couldn’t quite articulate.

As the unease settled over Gen, you approached Jared and handed him the bottle of whiskey with a grateful smile. "Here you go, Jared. Thanks for inviting me and… Happy birthday", you said, your voice sincere as you expressed your appreciation for being included in the festivities.

Jared returned your smile with a warm nod of acknowledgment, his eyes reflecting a genuine sense of hospitality. "Thank you! We're glad to have you here", he replied, his tone friendly.

As you exchanged pleasantries with Jared, you couldn't help but notice the tension in the air, the unspoken discomfort that seemed to linger beneath the surface. You couldn't quite pinpoint the source of the unease, but you sensed that something was amiss.

Nevertheless, you pushed aside your own concerns and focused on enjoying the evening.

As the conversation continued, Jared turned to Jensen with a request. "Hey, Jensen, do you mind getting the meat out of the kitchen?", he asked, his tone casual but expectant.

Jensen glanced at you, a flicker of relief crossing his features at the opportunity to escape Gen's intense gaze. "Sure, I can do that", he replied, his voice tinged with gratitude.

You sensed Jensen's discomfort and offered to help, eager to lend a hand and alleviate some of the tension in the air. "I can help too", you chimed in, your tone light and friendly.

Jared smiled gratefully at your offer. "That would be great, thanks", he said, nodding appreciatively. "It's just through here", he added, gesturing towards the kitchen.

As you followed Jensen into the kitchen, your gaze wandered around the spacious room, taking in the impressive size of the house. The sleek countertops and gleaming appliances spoke of luxury and comfort.

But your attention was soon drawn back to Jensen as he moved with purpose, his broad frame filling the space with a quiet strength. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles shifted beneath his shirt, the subtle flex of his triceps as he reached out to open the door.

Unbeknownst to you, a small gesture betrayed your admiration as you bit your lip, a fleeting moment of appreciation for the sight before you. Jensen's presence exuded a quiet confidence and a sense of stability that drew you in, his rugged charm leaving a lingering impression on your mind.

As Jensen rummaged through the cabinets, searching for the meat plates, you couldn't help but admire the elegance of the kitchen. "Wow, this place is amazing", you remarked, your voice soft with awe as you took in the sleek design.

Jensen paused for a moment, his fingers stilling as he glanced over at you. Despite the task at hand, he couldn't help but be captivated by the sincerity in your voice and the genuine appreciation reflected in your eyes. Your admiration for the house was clear, but Jensen couldn't shake the feeling that your presence added an extra layer of beauty to the space.

"Yeah, it's not too shabby", Jensen replied, his tone casual as he returned to his search. But inwardly, he couldn't deny the way your soft voice sent a shiver down his spine, a quiet reminder of the unexpected effect you had on him.

As Jensen found the plates, you reached out to grab one, your hand accidentally brushing against his in the process. A jolt of electricity seemed to shoot through both of you at the brief contact, your heart skipping a beat as you quickly withdrew your hand.

"Oh, sorry about that", you said quickly, your tone light as you attempted to overplay the moment. "Didn't mean to invade your personal space there".

Jensen's heart raced in his chest, his senses heightened by the unexpected touch. He swallowed hard, willing himself to regain his composure as he forced a casual smile. "No worries", he replied, his voice slightly strained.

Despite your attempt to brush off the moment, the lingering sensation of your touch lingered in the air between you, a silent reminder of the unspoken connection that had sparked to life in that brief instant.

As you continued to help Jensen with the task in the kitchen, you couldn't shake the inexplicable tension that hung in the air between the two of you. It felt as though a silent electricity crackled between you, each moment fraught with a quiet intensity that left you feeling unsettled and off-balance.

You couldn't quite explain the flutter of excitement that danced in your stomach or the way your heart raced at the slightest glance from Jensen. It was as if you were a teenage girl all over again, navigating the confusing waters of newfound attraction with all the awkwardness and uncertainty that came with it.

And yet, despite the undeniable chemistry that simmered between you, you couldn't ignore the nagging doubts that tugged at the edges of your mind. You weren't typically drawn to older guys, and the fact that you found yourself inexplicably drawn to Jensen only added to your confusion.

You couldn't help but wonder what was happening between you and Jensen. Was it just a fleeting moment of attraction, or was there something deeper at play? Whatever the case, one thing was certain: the tension that pulsed between you was impossible to ignore, leaving you grappling with a whirlwind of emotions and uncertainty.

As you and Jensen walked back outside, you handed the plates to Jared, who greeted you both with a smile of gratitude. "Thanks for helping out, you two", he said, accepting the plates.

Jared's eyes twinkled with mischief as he turned to Jensen. "Hey, Jensen, why don't you show (Y/N) around? I'm sure she'd love to see all the animals we have here", he suggested, a subtle hint in his tone.

Jensen glanced at Jared, a knowing look passing between them as he recognized Jared's attempt to nudge him towards spending more time with you. He offered a slight nod of acknowledgment before turning to you. "Yeah, sounds like a good idea", he said.

You smiled , feeling a sense of gratitude towards Jared for orchestrating the opportunity for you to spend more time with Jensen. "I'd love that", you replied, your tone sincere as you met Jensen's gaze. "Lead the way".

As you walked lazily alongside Jensen, he pushed his hands into his jeans pockets, his gaze drifting thoughtfully across the sprawling landscape. Sensing the quiet lull in the conversation, he turned to you with a curious expression.

"So, were you born here in Austin?", he asked, his voice soft with genuine interest.

A small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah", you replied, your tone thoughtful. "I was born here, but I grew up all over Europe. My dad's job required him to move around quite a bit, so we lived in different cities across Europe".

Jensen listened intently as you spoke, nodding in understanding as you shared a glimpse into your past. "That sounds like quite the adventure", he remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You nodded in agreement, a nostalgic twinkle in your eyes. "It was definitely an experience", you admitted. "But a few weeks ago, I decided to take a year break and move back here after getting my bachelor's degree".

"So, how did you end up in Austin?", you asked.

"I was actually born and raised in Dallas", he began, his voice tinged with memories of his childhood. "I spent a few years living in California for work before eventually moving to Austin". Jensen paused. "But right now, I'm just here to visit Jared. A few months ago, I actually moved to Connecticut".

As Jensen spoke about his move to Connecticut, you couldn't help but notice that his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, a subtle hint of tension underlying his words. Sensing his hesitation, you couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity, prompting you to gently press for more details.

"Connecticut… sounds like quite the change", you remarked, your tone gentle as you sought to delve deeper into Jensen's experience. "Do you like living on the East Coast?".

Jensen hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering away as he searched for the right words. "Yeah, it's… different", he replied vaguely, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

But despite his attempt to deflect, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Jensen's story than he was letting on. Sensing his discomfort, you resisted the urge to push further, instead offering him a reassuring smile.

"Well, change can be challenging, but it can also bring new opportunities and experiences", you offered, hoping to ease the tension that lingered between you. "I'm sure you'll find your rhythm there in no time".

Jensen nodded in response, a faint smile gracing his lips as he met your gaze. But behind the facade, you could sense the weight of unspoken words, the burden of secrets that he carried with him.

Despite the lingering tension between you and Jensen, you couldn’t resist the urge to lighten the mood with a playful question. With a mischievous grin, you sidled up to him and shot him a sidelong glance.

“So, how old are you, anyway?”, you asked, your tone light and teasing as you awaited his response.

Jensen chuckled softly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he met your gaze. “Oh, come on now”, he replied.

You laughed at his response, the sound light and carefree as you leaned in closer. "Don't worry", you teased. "You won't scare me off that easily. At least not for now".

Jensen's playful facade softened, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes as he murmured quietly, "I'm 46".

You couldn't help but stop in your tracks, your eyes widening in disbelief as Jensen's words sank in. "No freaking way", you exclaimed, your voice echoing your astonishment.

Jensen stopped too, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks as he nodded in confirmation. "Yeah", he replied, a wry chuckle escaping his lips.

You shook your head in amazement. "You've gotta be kidding me", you exclaimed, a mixture of awe and disbelief coloring your tone.

But as you looked into Jensen's eyes, you could see the truth reflected there, the weight of his years and experiences etched into the lines of his face.

Jensen chuckled softly, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips. "I wish I was kidding", he admitted. "But unfortunately, the years just keep on ticking".

"Well, I gotta say, you're aging pretty gracefully", you remarked, offering him a playful wink.

"Well, thanks", he replied, his voice warm with gratitude. "But I think a lot of it has to do with good genes and a healthy dose of denial".

You chuckled softly, the tension between you dissipating as you started walking again. But as Jensen's gaze lingered on you, a curious expression flickering across his features, you sensed that the conversation wasn't over yet.

"So, what about you?", Jensen asked, his tone casual but his eyes betraying a hint of curiosity. "How old are you?".

You bit your lip nervously. "I'm 26".

Jensen's expression softened at your words, a mixture of understanding and resignation clouding his features. He closed his eyes briefly, a silent acknowledgment of the vast age gap that separated you.

"I see", he murmured quietly. Despite knowing it already, hearing the confirmation of your age still struck a chord within him, a reminder of the distance that lay between you. Jensen rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he mumbled, "I could practically be your dad".

You offered him a sympathetic smile, a gentle understanding shining in your eyes as you replied, "Yeah, you could".

As you walked alongside Jensen, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over you. Despite the acknowledgment of the significant age gap between you, you couldn't deny the subtle allure that lingered in the air, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw you closer to him with each passing moment.

You found yourself trying to suppress the flutter of excitement that danced in your chest, surprised by the unexpected turn of your thoughts. The realization that the age gap was somewhat enticing both intrigued and unsettled you, stirring a sense of uncertainty within.

But as you stole a glance at Jensen, the lines of his face softened by the golden glow of the setting sun, you couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction that tugged at your heartstrings.

As you and Jensen settled into a quiet corner near Jared's alpacas, a palpable tension lingered in the air between you. You couldn't shake the nervous energy that seemed to crackle between you, unsure of its origin or how to ease it.

Jensen shifted slightly beside you, his presence both comforting and unsettling as you tried to find the right words to break the silence. "So, uh, those alpacas are cute", you ventured, your voice slightly shaky as you gestured towards the grazing animals.

Jensen nodded in agreement, a faint smile playing on his lips as he glanced over at the furry creatures. "Yeah, they are. Even if they stink", he replied.

Jensen rubbed his bearded chin thoughtfully, his gaze drifting over to you as he sought to break the tension with casual conversation. "So, how are you liking Austin so far?", he asked, his tone gentle as he met your gaze.

You shifted slightly, feeling a rush of relief at the opportunity to engage in conversation. "It's nice", you replied with a small smile. "The weather's great, and there's always something to do. But… it's been a bit hard to find friends, you know?".

Jensen nodded sympathetically, understanding the struggle of trying to find your place in a new city. "Yeah, I get that", he said, his voice tinged with empathy. "It can take some time to find your groove, but I'm sure you'll find your people eventually".

As you exchanged stories and shared experiences, the buzzing feeling in the air began to subside. The conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jensen. You found yourself opening up in ways you hadn't expected. Talking to him felt easy, natural, as if you had known each other for years rather than just a few hours. And judging by the way Jensen engaged with you, he felt the same.

You discussed a myriad of topics, from your taste in music to your favorite alcoholic beverages, from your favorite animals to your travel aspirations. There was no subject too mundane or too deep, and with each passing moment, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable in Jensen's presence.

Despite the differences in your backgrounds and experiences, you discovered common ground that brought you closer together. Whether it was sharing a love for a certain band or commiserating over the state of politics, you found solace in the connection you shared with Jensen.

As the evening wore on and the conversation with Jensen continued to flow, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that he hadn't broached the topic of your relationship status. The thought of discussing your current boyfriend filled you with a sense of unease, knowing that it could potentially dampen the easy rapport you had developed with Jensen.

Deep down, you knew that your relationship with your boyfriend wasn't bringing you the happiness or fulfillment you desired. But the fear of scaring Jensen away with such a revelation kept you from speaking up.

Instead, you focused on the present moment, relishing in the connection you shared with Jensen.

Five minutes to midnight, and yet it felt as though mere moments had slipped away in the midst of your conversation. Lost in each other's company, you had lost track of time, the world around you fading into the background as you delved deeper into conversation.

With a smile, you rose from your seat beside Jensen, to join the others in raising a glass to Jared's birthday.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 3

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[justwhisperingfantasies]

Girl at the rock show

Characters: Jensen Ackles (xreader). Steve Carlson. Mentions of other bandmates. Made up bffs.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Drinking, Ended abusive/controlling relationship. Let me know if I forgot any.

Summary: You move to Austin, Texas after you caught your controlling ex-boyfriend with another girl. Your best friend drags you out to a live show on your first night there.

Word count: 5.901 words

A/N: I'm kinda nervous about this one. My first Jensen fic. Hope ya'll enjoy it. 💗

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“Come on, We can’t be late?” Mac Yelled from the front door. 

“I'm coming” You yelled back, shoving your I.D. and debit card in your pocket. You took one last look in the mirror above your new dresser. Not too shabby you thought to yourself and walked out your bedroom door. 

Mac let out a whistle as you walked toward her. 

You rolled your eyes. “Calm down, it's a flannel and some jeans.” 

“Um, a tight pair of jeans that hugs those hot curves and an unbuttoned flannel, yes you have an undershirt on,” she said when you opened your mouth to rebuttal. “But the girls still look nice.” 

“Do we really have to go out my first night here? I just got off a plane 5 hours ago,” you said as she hurried you out the door. 

“Yes. One I have been wanting you to check out this band and they don’t play many live gigs. Two. You need fun right now. And ya know what they say is the best way to get over someone.”

“Mackinley Jane! I’m not interested in finding anyone right now,” you said approaching the opposite side of the Uber backseat as her.

“(y/n) I’m not saying go off and get married. I’m saying a night of fun won’t kill you.” she winked. You both plopped in the back seat. She gave the driver the address of the bar. “It's been 3 months and not to be harsh, but do you really think he’s sitting home alone crying over you right now?” her words stung a little. He was probably with the girl you found him with. Or out finding a new one to control. You still couldn't believe you wasted 5 years on that asshole. 

“You’re right. But I highly doubt my night will end under someone new. “ you said the last part in a mocking tone. 

“Just promise that if someone does catch your eye you will give them a chance.”

“No promises, but I will try.”

“I’ll take it.” It was only an 8-minute drive from the apartment to the bar. It took about 10 minutes with traffic. “ You can just drop us on this side street. Thank you.” Mac said handing the driver some cash. You got out and walked around the car meeting her as she got out. 

“I thought you said this band wasn’t that big. Look at this place.” You said as put your arm in hers walking to the back of the line. 

“Well they aren’t selling out the garden, but one of the lead singers is Jensen Ackles.” You gave her a puzzled look. She put her palm to her forehead. “The guy from supernatural? “ Your face didn't change “Big Sky?” You shook your head “The boys? Tracker?”

“Just got out of a 5-year relationship with a controlling douchebag remember?” 

“You haven’t seen pictures or anything?” She whipped her phone out and started googling, 

“Mac! (y/n)!!” you looked up as you heard the familiar voice yell your name. It was Zoey. Mac’s ex-room-mate. She just bought a house and moved out of the apartment. That's what sparked this whole move to a new city idea. Mac put her phone back in her pocket and hugged Zoey. 

“Damn (y/n) you look good,” Zoey said hugging you. “Is this what happens when you drop 200 lbs of loser?” you chuckled. 

“Have you looked in the mirror, Ms little black dress?” you said hugging her back. 

Mac cleared her throat and did a little hair flip with her blonde curls. “Mac you know you always look good my dear,” Zoey remarked. “I’ll meet you guys in there. I don’t wana ditch.” There was only one guy behind you and he insisted Zoey stay where she was. 

You guys got up to the door and you could hear the music. “How much time do we have before they go on?” Mac asked. 

“About 30 minutes,” Zoey said looking at her watch. 

You made your way into the bar. It was a lot bigger than what it looked from the outside. The was a bar on the wall to the right. A decent-sized stage on the wall to the left and a big dance floor between you and the stage. Straight ahead there was a joined room with pool tables. Mac noticed you looking at the tables. “ I don't think we have enough time for a game right now, but after the show?”

“Sure.” It had been so long since you played you probably sucked at it now. James wouldn’t play with you. He said you cheated so there was no point. 

“Come on let’s start drinking,” Mac said as she grabbed your and Zoey’s hands and headed for the bar. 

“Start?” you heard Zoey say. 

Mac handed the bartender her card and started a tab. She turned to you.” Don’t give me that look, we can split it or you guys can pay me back tomorrow. Bud light bottle?” You nodded. “Of course.” she winked. She handed Zoey her drink then you, your beer. Her eyes had been scanning the room since you walked in. 

“Who are you looking for?” You asked her. 

“ The band has been known to have a drink at the bar before their shows. Just thought we’d get lucky.” You rolled your eyes turning to see if there was a table open. 

“Mac there’s a table open come on.” she grabbed her drink and the girls followed you. You made small talk and gossiped waiting for the show to start. You downed the last of your beer. You must have been nervous or something because you finished way before your friends. “I'm gonna go grab another beer,” you said standing.

“Hurry up. They are about to start.” Mac yelled as you walked away.

You made your way up to the bar and stood there waiting for your turn. The bartenders were slammed. 

You leaned against the bar as you ordered. Waiting on your drink your eyes wandered to the left side of the bar, finding the deepest mossy green eyes you had ever seen looking back at you. He was gorgeous with his shaggy brown hair and trimmed beard. Cut off shirt showing off his muscles and tattoos He gave you a flirty nod and you felt your cheeks get warm. Just then someone walked up beside you.

“Hey there beautiful, can I buy you a drink?” the guy was cute, but you had no interest after seeing green eyes across the bar. 

“No thank you..” you kept it short hoping he would take the hint. You looked over at green eyes. He was watching the two of you curiously. 

“Oh come on sweetheart.” 

“Again no.  I'm not interested.” green eyes could tell you were uncomfortable so he made his way over to you. 

The man couldn't take the hint and put his hand on yours. “ Not interested?”

“Yep, that's what she said. Why don't you get your drink and move along.” his voice was deep and angelic. 

“ I am so sorry!” he grabbed his drink and rushed off. Was he really that scared? It's not like green eyes had threatened his life or anything.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”  He smiled. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach stir up. “So you ready for the show?” 

Yeah. I guess so. To be honest I don’t really know the band. My friend dragged me here tonight.” He raised an eyebrow. “ She thinks they’re really good. Although she's just obsessed with one of the lead singers” You took a drink and told yourself to shut up. 

He flashed a smile and leaned just slightly closer to you. The butterflies got bigger. “She must have good taste.” He chuckled. 

Just then the band members came out on stage. Everyone went crazy. One of the guys walked up to 1 of the 2 mics center stage. “Jensen, gonna need you to come to the stage there buddy.” 

“Missing one of the lead singers already.” He said laughing with the crowd. 

“Yea he's probably in the back with a groupie,” you chuckled. 

“Or flirting with a smoking hot babe.” he laughed louder. “I gotta go, but find me after the show okay?” 

You heard Mac's lecture again in your head. You nodded. He smiled and started walking toward the dance floor. You could definitely have a fun night with him or many fun nights... 

You started walking back to the table you froze in place and your jaw hit the floor as he climbed onto the stage. What. The. Fuck.

Green eyes stood at the open center mic. “Alright, Steve I’m here. How’s everyone doing tonight?” The crowd cheered. They introduced themselves and started playing. 

“Mac, who is that guy?” you pointed at him. 

“Babe, that is Jensen Ackles.”

“Like Thee Jensen ackles?” you asked dumbfounded. 

“Yes, Do you wana to find a closer spot with us?” She said looking at you. “What’s with you?”

“Yeah, sure.” you grabbed your beer and explained what just happened to her on the way. “But I’m sure he was just being nice. He saw how uncomfortable the other guy made me and helped a girl out right.”

They continued playing. And they were good. Like really good. It should not be humanly possible to be that damn good-looking and have a voice like that. But there he was. 

“I don’t know. He said to find him after the show. Why say that if he didn't mean it?” she said not taking he eyes away from the stage. 

You rolled your eyes. “He was just being nice, We can stick around and play some pool, but I am not getting my hopes up.”

“Whatever you say.” she swayed and grabbed you making you sway with her. 

“Plus isn’t he married?” 

“Why do you care you're not getting your hopes up?” She smiled and raised her eyebrows. “But they got a divorce a little over a year ago.” 

“I don’t and I’m not.” She gave you a yeah-right look and started spinning you around. Zoey was being spun around too by a hot guy with tattoos and a fohawk. She did like her bad boys. 

The song ended. “ Man, we are burning through them tonight huh? We only have 4 songs left?” Jensen said to Steve. 

“What are you talking about we aren’t even halfway through.”

“Look.” Jensen pointed to his monitor. Steve stepped closer, tapped it a couple of times, and then they both started laughing. “Whoops I skipped ahead a little bit.”

“A little bit?” Steve asked taking off his guitar. “You good?”

Jensen chuckled. “Yeah. This one’s called Forever Ain’t Long.”

The crowd cheered. Mac put her arm around you and you leaned your head against hers. “Are you having fun?” she asked.  You nodded. “Good!”

“Take me to heaven or wherever you're from…” Jensen and Steve started singing as he looked in your direction. Your heart melted in your chest. Oh crap so much for not getting your hopes up…

They played for a good while. “I think we are going to invite someone back up to the stage,” Jensen said 

“We are?” Steve asked. 

“Yeah look.” Jensen pointed to his monitor again, 

“Haha oh yeah.”

“I'm gonna take a break guys, get a drink, maybe towel off. But I’d love to invite Mr Santana Roos back to the stage and play trumpet for ya’ll.” He walked off the stage.

The band continued playing. Steve had a great voice too. Moments later you felt a hand on the small of your back. You turned with your hand in a fist and saw those piercing green eyes. You dropped your hand and he dropped his. “Sorry didn’t mean to startle you.” You heard two gasps coming from behind you. He chuckled. “Hello, ladies.” He said as he looked at Mac and Zoey. They giggled.

“This is Mack. “ Mack put her hand out as you pointed. Jensen shook it. “And this is Zoey.” She put her hand out and shook his. They giggled again. You rolled your eyes and apologized.

“It’s alright,” he said chuckling. He put his hand out to you “ And your name is?”

“(y/n)” You took his hand in yours, electricity flowing up your arm as you touched his skin. 

“Jensen.”

“Well obviously. And you let me ramble on about not knowing the band.” your hand is still in his. 

He chuckled. “It was cute.” Cute? You thought, The butterflies stirring again. “You wanna get a drink?”

You nodded and you told Mac you’d be right back. He twisted your hand and laced his fingers through yours. The butterflies got bigger. Walking through the crowd everyone was taking pictures and he stopped to snap a selfie with a couple of them, but he never let go of your hand. You guys made your way back to the bar. “Bud light Bottle?”

“Yes, please.” He got your drinks and you two walked over to the side of the bar. 

“You enjoying the show?” he asked then took a drink. 

“Eh, They are ok I guess. “

“Ok you guess?” he said smiling. Then took another drink.

“The trumpet player is kinda hot.” He threw his head back and laughed.  

“I can give you his number if you want.” He winked. 

“No thanks. I got my eye on someone else” you winked back. You could swear his cheeks got pink. 

“I gotta get back up there. You still wanna hang out after?”

“I’ll be around.”

“Looking forward to it.” He took your hand and walked you back up to Mac.

“Giirrrrrl!!!” Mac said after he walked away. 

“Shut up.” You said as you started to sway again with her. The song stopped and Jensen came back out on the stage. 

“Hey Steve, “ He said as he returned to the mic. “ I asked a pretty lady if she was enjoying the show.” your cheeks got hot “ Ya know what she said?”

“Hopefully she said yeah.” Steve chuckled. 

“She said Eh the bands ok I guess.” Steve gave him a come-on look. “I know, What do you say we kick it up a notch and do drowning?” The crowd lost their minds as Steve started playing it. 

Mac looked at you” ok you guess?!”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your attention snapped to Jensen as he started singing. He was looking you dead in the eyes. Everything and Everyone just drifted away. “Let’s keep it going with the sound of someday.” He looked at Steve and then back at you. The crowd screamed even louder. Again you were entranced. 

“Well buddy since you are on a roll,” Steve said as he started playing another song. The crowd cheered again. You felt kind of jealous you didn't know any of the songs. 

“She wants to know the name of the games he plays..” He was looking at you again. 

Mac leaned into your ear. “How’s those hopes doing?”

“He wants the names of the players in the game to change..”

“Not as low as I want them to be.” You confessed. 

“He's young in years but wise in wonderful ways…”

“One night of fun?” She asked raising her eyebrows. 

“Her faith in love is better on sunny days…”

“We’ll see. Now shush” She smiled but stayed silent. 

The audience cheered again once the song ended. 

Steve looked at Jensen smiling. “Are you done showing off now, Jay?”

“Not even close,” Jensen said chuckling. 

They played for a while more, and then they finished up. Everyone started yelling encore. Steve and Jensen came back out. They played an acoustic song together, and then the whole band came back out and played another. The crowd cheered, and eventually, everyone calmed down and started clearing out. 

“So, you going to find him?”Mack asked you

“No. We are gonna play some pool. I told him I’d be around.” you tried to play it cool, but your nerves were going wild. “I’ll go get us a pitcher and you guys go get a table.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Zoey said. The two of them headed for the pool table room. You made your way up to the bar. You ordered a pitcher and asked for some glasses. You held out your bank card to the bartender. “Uh, Mr Ackles said that all of your drinks were on him tonight.” Really?! No way that was happening you thought. 

“Here just charge it to my card. I’ll deal with Mr Ackles later.”

She ran your card and then gave it back to you. “Here ya go,” she said sliding the tray with the pitcher and some glasses on it. 

“Thank you,” you said taking it and she nodded.

You made your way over to the table in the back where Zoey was ranking up the balls. You sat the tray down and started pouring a beer in three glasses. “You guys wanna play cutthroat?”

“Hm.. Or Mac and I vs you,” Zoey said as she finished the rack. 

“How is that far?” you argued handing her a beer. 

“Oh come on we could get a third and you’d still probably win,” Mac said taking the glass you were handing out to her. 

“Fine, but I break.”

You lined up the shot after picking out your cue and chalking the end of it. You sank the 6 and the 15. You around walking over to your next shot. Your heart sank a little when you didn't see Jensen or any of his bandmates around. Not getting my hopes up you thought to yourself. There was a good shot for the 12 ball so you took it. Then you walked around the table not letting yourself look anywhere else you to your next shot. You missed. Mac managed to get 2 of their balls in before missing. You put another 2 balls in. You went to take your next shot when a commotion at the bar ruined your concentration and you missed. 

“Damnit,” you said as you looked out to the bar. Your heart fluttered when you saw him. He was talking to the bartender. She pointed in your direction and he turned. He smiled as his eyes found you.

“Calm down, you're still winning,” Zoey said walking over to the cue ball.  You walked over to the table and took a drink of your beer. 

“Really?” she said as she picked up her glass. 

“What?”

“I see you.” you squinted your eyes at her. Zoey got one ball in but missed the second shot “You're up.”

You took a deep breath and headed back over to the table. You weren't sure if you were gonna be able to focus on the game right now. Somehow you managed to get a ball in. You let yourself look up as you walked around to your next shot. He was still at the bar, the band happily taking selfies with fans. How sweet you thought. You tried to focus on your shot. 

“See I freaking told you !” Mac said as you put another ball in. “ 2 vs 1 and I still can’t beat you!” you laughed. 

You put your last ball in but missed on the 8. Mac passed you on your way to the high top with a smile on her face. She looked at you then behind you. You turned around and Jensen was headed your way with a big grin on his face. You couldn't help but smile back. He was holding a try with 2 pitchers full of beer. Steve was behind him with glasses in his hand. Three other bandmates followed they also had a pitcher and glasses. They walked over to the open pool table beside yours. 

“Hey, sorry it took forever. We had to go over some things and fans. I have a hard time telling them no.” he said as he sat down the pitchers.

You clicked your tongue. “ I guess I'll give you a pass this time, Ackles.” You said smiling. He smiled back and swirled his body in Steve’s direction. 

“This is Steve. Steve this is (y/n)” 

Steve put his hand out and you shook it “ Ah the pretty lady that thinks we’re ok she guesses.” he smiled. You chuckled. 

You felt Mac behind you. “This is Mac “ You turned and they shook hands. “That’s Zoey.” she got a ball in and came around to shake Steve's hand. 

“Cutthroat?” he asked. 

“No, they combined forces to try to take me down,” you explained. 

Zoey missed her shot. “And we are still going to lose.”

You walked over and called your shot. Everyone was watching which made you nervous, but you still got the ball in. 

Zoey walked over to the table and poured herself another beer. “Damn, I hate this game.” She took a drink. “ You guys can have it.” She made her way over to the other bandmates. 

“Wanna play doubles?” Jensen asked taking a drink. 

“2 conditions.” Mac said “ You rack and I get (y/n)”

“Deal.” Jensen got the rack out and started putting balls in. Steve started walking to the shelves where the cues were “ Hey, grab me one please?” Steve nodded. 

“You break,” you said to Mac as she checked out Jensen who was bent over the pool table getting the balls.  

“Only if you break that,” she said raising her eyebrows. 

“Mackinley.” She rolled her eyes and went to the head of the pool table. You walked over to the high-top table and took a drink. 

Steve walked back holding only one stick. “Uh, sorry Jay this was the last one.” Jensen turned to you and stuck his lip out walking over to you. Then stood beside you still looking at you with his lip still out.  

You sighed “I guess I can share.” 

He chuckled. “How nice of you” matching your playful attitude as he nudged your arm. You smiled. “So I take it you're kind of good at this game?” he asked. 

“Eh, I'm alright.” 

“Alright, you boys ready to lose?” Mac said as she leaned over and broke the rack. Everyone laughed. It was a good break, but no balls went in. Jensen gestured for Steve to go.

“That's what happens when you talk shit,” Steve said, lining up his shot and sinking the 6 ball in. 

You turned to sit your beer down and leaned toward Jensen as he took a drink “Well I guess you got small balls, bud.” He choked on his drink. You laughed and turned back around. Steve missed his shot. “Guess I’m up,” you said and walked over to take your shot.

“You good?” Steve asked, picking up his beer. 

“Yep, just heard something I wasn't expecting.” Steve raised his eyebrows and Jensen told him the joke you told. 

“Damn, she’s spunky huh?” Steve said laughing. 

“She’s somethin’.”Jensen smiling at you as you got a ball in. 

You got 3 more balls in. AC/DC You shook me at night long came on the radio overhead. You started tapping your foot and mouthing the words as you took your next shot. You missed. “Damnit.”

“ You done?” Jensen asked as he put his hand out for the cue. You scrunched your nose and poked your tongue out at him then continued singing. He laughed. 

“I’m just getting warmed up, bud,” he laughed and you gave him the stick. You walked back over to the table. Mac and Steve were talking about the first album he and Jensen wrote.

“You wanna sit and take a break after all that?” Steve asked, smiling and pointing at his chair. 

“Ha, No I’m good.” You turned around in time to watch a ball go in. 

“I told you she was good,” Mac said.

You rolled your eyes. “I'm not that good.”

Jensen sank 3 more balls before Missing. 

“But it looks like she might have met her match.” She said winking at you as she passed Jensen. 

He furrowed his brows and tilted his head. He stood next to you so close you could almost feel his arm on yours. 

“Ignore her. Just talkin’ shit like always.” You said loud enough for her to hear making her laugh. 

Mac took her shot and got one ball, but missed the next shot. “Well, she didn't leave me anything to shoot at,” Steve said as he got up and looked around the table for a good shot. 

“That’s kind of the point.” you heard Mac say as she and Steve started bantering. He lined up for a jump shot. 

“Ohhh, Steve’s getting fancy.” You said in a silly tone causing him and Jensen to laugh.  

“So, she likes AC/DC, Bud Light, and she’s a pool shark who thinks radio company is Eh, ok.” Jensen said shrugging his shoulders which put a grin on your face “And hates supernatural.”

You put a finger up “ I never said that I hated it, I've just never watched it..”

“Explain to me.” He said He put his chin in between his thumb and index finger. Turning his head to look at you. “How do you have a best friend that's obsessed with the show yet you’ve never seen it?” 

“Well, There was a.. a complication,” He stopped with the playfulness and looked in your eyes. “ but it’s gone now. Plus I did just move to Texas. We talked all the time. Living in different states didn't take a huge toll on our friendship, but we didn't talk about TV or media much.” Steve missed his shot. “And this is where it ends, bud.” You reached for the cue he was holding. 

“Oh really?” He said putting the stick in his other hand. It was on the opposite side of you now.  “Why don’t we  make it a little more interesting then?”

“Ha, you got 5 grand on ya there pretty boy?” He let out a belly laugh and you swirled in front of him reaching for the stick. He extended his arm and leaned into your ear. 

“Actually, “ he whispered and your heart stopped as you felt his warm breath tickle your ear. “ I was thinking if we win I could get your number.” 

You don’t know where you found the courage maybe it was the four and a half beers you had. But you turned and whispered back in his ear. “And if we win?” 

You heard the small chuckle as his breath tickled again. “I’ll give you mine.” He stood back up smirking. You rolled your eyes and smiled at him. 

“Bet.” You stuck your hand out. He took it in his and shook it slowly, a smirk still on his face. He handed the stick you to. You took it and spun around. Focus on the game, Focus on the game you thought.  

“Wanna tell me what that was all about?” Mac asked quickly as she walked past you. You looked past her to Jensen. He had his back turned pouring another beer. Later you mouthed. She went to sit in the open chair at the high top. Chiming in on Steve and Jensen’s conversation. 

You sank the last 2 balls you and Mac had on the table. You didn't leave yourself a good shot for the 8 ball. There were 2 options. You weighted them for a couple of seconds. You went with one and called it. You stupidly looked up at Jensen who licked his lips and bit the bottom one. Your whole body went numb and you missed your shot. You put your forehead on your arm still leaning on the table and looked at the floor. 

“Took much beer there darlin’, “ Jensen asked approaching you. 

You raised your head squinting your eyes at him. “You know what you did!”

He gave a smirk. “I don’t know what you're talking about.”

You stood up and handed him the cue. “Cheater. You said and walked away. You heard him laugh, but you didn't look back. Two can play at that game Mr. Ackles you thought. You made your way back over to the high-top table and took a drink when you got there. Steve and Mac still sitting there, talking about the second album he and Jensen wrote. You nodded here and there, trying to listen for balls to go in. They were so enthralled in the conversation they didn't notice you inching a coaster toward the edge of the table. There’s one you said in your head. A minute later there’s the second. You knew he’d be going to the 8-ball now. You nudge the coaster off the table with your pinky. As you bent over to pick it up you hoped he’d be looking. You picked the coaster up and brought your top half back up slower than usage, but not too obvious. 

“Really Jay? How’d You miss that?” Steve stood up “ I’ll be right back. I got a song stuck in my head.” He headed for the jukebox. Jensen rolled his eyes and sighed walking up to the high top. 

“What?” Mac asked. 

“You wanna guess the song he’s gonna play? He does this to me every time we go out somewhere.” Mac giggled. And you stood there clueless. He turned to you. “ Well hi there kettle you’re black. Calling me a cheater.”

You gave him the same smirk he gave you earlier.” I don't know what you're talking about.” He smiled. Just then Carrying On My Wayward Son started playing. And you started singing it.

“Are you actually fucking kidding me right now?!” Jensens said looking at Mac gesturing to you with his hand. 

“What it’s a good song….” you said confused. 

“Please tell me ya’ll are fucking with me,”

“Sadly Jay we are not. She just likes the song.” Mac said as she got up to go take her shot. 

You started singing again and Jensen looked at you with bewilderment, “Can I help you?”

“This is the theme song of Supernatural” He shook his hands. 

You couldn’t help, but laugh. “ Ohh. It’s a good song.” He put his hand on his face and shook his head. You laughed again. 

Steve made his way back over. “Thanks, man,” Jensen said nodding at him.

“Yeah. No problem man.” Steve said grinning. 

Jensen turned back to “So back to the topic of Supernatural. It came on in 2005, Not to sound like an ass, but do you just not watch t.v or Netflix?

“2005? I was  Pre-Med. Not a lot of time for T.V.” you said and turned around to watch Mac miss the 8-ball shot. You closed your eyes. Game over, you knew Steve would probably make the last shot. 

“You’re a doctor?!” Jensen’s voice raised some.

“No.” you took another drink. He put his hands out palms up waiting for an explanation. “It’s a long story,” you said. He raised his eyebrows once and lowered his hands. Steve called the shot and made it. You turned back to the high top and started cleaning. Both pitchers were empty. “Wasn’t there 3 pitchers?”

“I gave the third one to the guys, I didn't know you ladies already got one.” He started to help you. 

You grabbed the empty pitchers and started walking. He followed you with the empty glasses. You guys handed the bartender the dishes. “Thanks, guys, Last Call?” she said taking them. Jensen looked at you.

“Come on, One more.” You looked over to Mac and Zoey who had made their way back to the pool room. Zoey was introducing the other bandmates to Mac. 

You sat on the stool in front of you. “ Ok Ackles, one more.” He nodded at the bartender and she got out 2 Bud Light bottles opened them and sat them in front of him. He handed you one and raised his for a cheers. You clinked the bottles and you both took a drink.

He sat down next to you and swirled in the chair to face you. 

“So This doctor story. Too long to share over a beer?”

“ Kind of “ Tonight was so fun, you didn't want to talk about all the depressing stuff. And that story was full of it. He nodded  “So Tell me about it over lunch tomorrow?”

Your cheeks got warm again. Just then Mac And Zoey Approached you guys. “Hey babes, we are gonna get one more with the band, k?” 

“Actually this groupie here is taking me on a tour of Austin tomorrow,” you said. 

“Oh did I not tell you? I can’t make it tomorrow. I’m sorry.” she winked at you and walked away. 

“Well apparently I’m free tomorrow,” you said raising your eyebrows and taking a drink. 

“Not anymore. Lunch? I can show you around after if you want.” 

“Eh, I guess.” you smiled. “I got nothing better do to.”

He laughed. “Do you always talk this much shit?” 

“Yep.” He chuckled again and took a drink. “So tell me about this Supernatural. Is it really worth all the hype?”

He smiled. “Why yes, yes it is. It’s about these two brothers.” He talked in a movie phone voice. 

You put your hand on his arm and laughed. “Trust me I’ve got the back of the DVD box description and more numerous times.” He laughed. 

“I don’t know how to answer that. Of course, I’m going to say it’s a great show, but I played Dean for 15 years. I have a love for his story that words can’t explain. He is part of me. I think you should at least give it a shot. It would definitely make Mac and Zoey super happy.”

You realized your hand was still on his arm and your cheeks turned pink as you drew it away leaning back. He must have noticed because he smirked and finished his beer. “ I might.”  you swished your beer only a drink or two left. 

The bartender came over the p.a. System announcing they were closing up in 5 minutes. You turned back to check on the girls. Everyone was getting up some more graceful than others. “Hey, I almost forgot. We made a bet.” He said as he stood up and slid his phone out of his pocket. He got it to the add new contact screen and handed it to you. You stood up and took it. 

“A bet is a bet,”  you said as you put your info in. 

Mac and Zoey passed you. “Uber’s outside (y/n) unless…”

You gave her a hard look. “I’m comin’”

“I’ll walk out with you.”

You guys made it outside and found your Uber. You pointed. He walked beside you so close your hands touched a couple times. You stopped when you got to the car and turned to him. He put his hand out “It was nice meeting you (y/n)”

“You too Jensen.” you took his hand. Stepping on your tip toes you leaned and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled the biggest smile of the night. You got in the car. He walked over and put his hand on the door. 

“Good night Mr Ackles. “ you said as you winked at him.

He shook his head and still smiling. “Good night Darlin.” He closed the door. 

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