#jensen x ofc

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Healing After Heartbreak

Pairing: Jensen x Rowan Masters (OFC)

Mentions: Jared, Gen and the SPN cast, Rowan’s friends Chloe, Meg and Ava

Summary: After going through a nasty divorce that leaves Jensen heartbroken and alone will a chance encounter with a fan at Jibcon give him a new hope that he can find love again?

This my first attempt and writing a fanfic of any kind. All mistakes are mine. Any suggestions on approving my writing are welcomed. This will be a multi chapters fic . At this time I don't know how many yet.

Chapter One

Jensen’s point of view:

Jensen woke with a groan. Confusion etched on his freckled face. Why was someone pounding on his front door at this hour? “Wait?” he thought to himself. “What time is it anyhow?”. He stretched out his arm and picked up his phone from the nightstand to check the time. 4am! “What the hell!” he thought squinting at the screen. Sighing as he looked at his phones wallpaper. His three kids stared back at him, a pic from happier times; laughing on the beach. The last family vacation before the divorce. Now days he barely gets out of bed. He misses his kids and dog. She took everything he loved from him. He tried to fight back the tears that threaten to fall. Sniffing he went to lay his phone down when it started ringing in his hand.

The screen lit up with a pic of Jared smiling at him. Swiping the screen he answered “Hey Jared, this better be good it’s 4 in the morning.” “Dude get your ass down here and let me in. I’ve been pounding on your door for 20 minutes” came Jared’s reply. Jensen rolled his eyes as he stood up from the bed. Holding the phone with one hand Jensen used his free hand to hike his black boxers back up from where they were hang precariously low on his hips. “Yeesh, don’t your get boxers in a bunch I’m coming.” Jensen muttered into the phone. He can hear Jared sighing on the other end. “Are you even packed to go? You know we have to leave early to catch our flight.” Jared asked.

Jensen padded down the hall stopping briefly at the top of the stairs he tried to rack his brain about what Jared was talking about. He hurried down the steps towards to front door. He turned off the security system and unlocked the door, stepping back he pulled the door open. Jared rushed in and looked at Jensen. Upon seeing his best friend standing before him wearing only a pair of wrinkled boxers and sporting some serious bed head, Jared exclaimed “Dude why are you not dressed to go?” Puzzled Jensen just stood there staring at him. “What are you talking about? Where are we going, we don’t have a con to JIB on the 20th���’ Jared slapped his hand across his face. “Man have you looked at the date lately? Today is the 18th, we have to catch our flight to Rome this morning. Daniela needs us there earlier then normal this time.” Jensen looked stunned as he stared open mouthed at Jared. “No, it can’t be the 18th yet.” He doubled checked the date on his phone.”SHIT!” he exclaims. Turning on his heal Jensen bolts for the stairs hollering over his shoulder at Jared “How long do i have to get ready?” Jared tossed his head back and started laughing. “Don’t worry Jay, we have two hours before we have to be at the airport to catch our flight. I know your most likely forgot with the divorce being finalized last week, so I showed up way early to get your ass moving” Jensen stopped mid step and came back down the steps and slapped Jared across the back of his head. “Way to freak me out Jared!” Jensen exclaimed, then wrapped him in a quick hug mumbling “Thanks man, I’d be a total mess with out you”. Jared smiled and said “I know.” Turning away from Jared, Jensen made his way back up to his room to shower and pack.

Once back in his room he stripped of his boxers and tossed then towards the ever growing pile of dirty clothes in the corner. He then padded across the room to the master bathroom. Once inside he turned on the shower and let it warm up before stepping in. Standing in the shower lathering up his body he got lost in his thoughts. He knew he needed to get his act together and start acting like the grown ass man he is. He started making a mental list of stuff he needed to get done.

Stepping out of the shower he grabbed a towel and wiped off the water drops running down across his chest and arms before slinging it around his waist. He then saunters into his room pull open a drawer and grabbing a pair of boxer briefs out. He drops the towel on the pile of dirty clothes and slips them on moves to grab a pair of clean jeans and a t-shirt. He grabs the dirty clothes and starts a load of laundry while grabbing his go to backpack and sliver suitcase and started packing. By the time his laundry was washed and dried he was packed and ready to go. Once back down stairs he found Jared in the kitchen eating an apple from the fruit bowl on the island. “Hey you finally ready Jay” asks Jared. “Yep! I just want to grab some breakfast quick” replied Jensen. He turned and rummaged in the nearest cabinet and producing a granola bar. He then went to the fridge and pulled out a protein drink. After downing the food Jensen wiped his mouth with the back of is hand. Looking at his best friend he patted him on the shoulder and said “OK lets get going buddy, it’s going to be a long ass flight”

Once out of the house and Jensen’s bags were loaded in to Jared’s SUV it was a 30 minute ride to the airport. Upon arrival they got checked in and went through security showing their passports and boarding information to the lady at the gate. After finding their seats and stowing their carry on bags they got settled into their seats and buckled their lap belts.

Jensen let out a big sigh as he looked out the window. “What’s wrong bro” asked Jared. Sighing again Jensen turned towards Jared. “I’m worried about all the questions fans will be asking about the divorce.” Jared reached over and gave Jensen’s hand a squeeze and reassured him by saying “Don’t worry Jay, I got your back man, we all do. Rob, Rich and everyone else is there for you. We will make a announcement before we start addressing the fact that you will not be answering any question regarding your personal life.” “Not everyone has my back.” Jensen says with a sigh before continuing “You know Misha took her side and hates me. We both know he will make digs towards me every chance he can while there. He loves trying to make me out to be the bad guy.” Jared patted his arm as the plane taxied down the runway for takeoff. Once in the air the guys reclined their seats and settled in for the long flight ahead. Both drifting off about thirty minutes into the flight.

Mean While In Rome

Rowan’s Point of View:

The small cafe was still busy with the lunch rush when Rowan and her friends arrived. They were laughing and giggling as they walked up to the door. With a sigh Rowan looked around at her friends. Their two week European vacation was almost over. This was going to be their last weekend of fun, clubbing and living it up before heading back to the states. Even though they were all were pushing 40 they where still young and carefree at heart. Next week they would be back at home in Texas at their boring 9 to 5 jobs.

Meg lead the way in the door, a small sliver bell tinkled above their heads as the entered. A young woman wearing a black apron greats them, “Hello, I’m Gloria how may I help you ladies this afternoon?” “Hello my friend's and I would like a table please.” answered Meg with a bright smile. “Sure just follow me.” Gloria lead them through the cafe to a table by one of the beautiful windows. “How’s this ladies” asked Gloria. Rowan looks at her “It’s perfect, thank you.” “Sure, no problem.” She hands each of them a menu and asks if she can get them anything to drink. They decide on ice teas for all.

As the waitress walked away Rowan cleared her throat. “So what do you guys want to do for our last weekend in Rome?” Chloe looked at the other two and giggled. Rowan gave her a suspicious look “Oh god what do you three have cooked up? How drunk are you going to get me?” Ava’s eyes smiled with mischief as Chloe pulled a manila envelope from her bag. Giggling she told Rowan “Oh we are not getting drunk. We are gonna want to remember this weekend for the rest of our lives.” “Oh god what did you do Chloe!?” exclaimed Rowan. Her friend handed her the envelope “Just open it, this is going to be so much fun!” Taking it from her out stretched hand, Rowan took a deep breath before opening it. She reached in and pulled out four identical plastic bags. Each one hand one of their names on. She grabbed the one with her name scrawled across it in black marker. She opened up the bag and pulled out the top item, a lanyard with a plastic card hanging on it. Turning it in her hands Rowan read what the card said. “OMG!” she squealed. “You got us tickets to Jibcon? No way!” she exclaimed. Giggling, Meg told Rowan “Check out the other tickets in your bag’’ Rowan dumped out the rest of the contents of her bag onto the table in front of her. She grabbed the packet that had Photo ops written on it. Ripping it open she pulled them out and started reading off the names printed on them. “Lets see, we have Richard Speight Jr., Rob Benedict, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Kim Rhodes, and Alexander Calvert.” Looking down she realized she dropped some. “Whoops dropped some” she said with a giggle. She looked at the names on the last few and went wide eyed. “OMFG!!!! you got me ops with Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles!!!!” “Yep!” beamed her friends. “We have ops with them as well.’’ replied Chloe. Meg cleared her throat and looked at Rowan. “We know how messed up you’ve been since Nate cheated on you with Becky from accounting. He really broke your heart. This is our small way, besides this trip to get you out of your funk.” “Yeah, we don't like to seeing you so sad.” added Ava. Chloe reached over and took Rowan’s hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. “We all love you and want you to be happy again. Maybe you’ll meet someone while we are over here. Maybe even at Jibcon. Who knows? Right?’’ Rowan sighed and looked at her friends with tears in her eyes. “Thank you ladies so much! I don’t know what I’d do without you all. This surprise is just what I need to break be out of my funk. I really do need to move on,its been six months of heartache and tears.” She raised her glass and proclaimed “To JIBCon and a weekend we will never forget!” They clicked their glasses together before taking a drink.

Just then Gloria approached their table “So ladies are you ready to order?’’ she asked with a smile. They placed their orders quickly and as the waitress walk towards the kitchen they began talking excitedly. Rowan looked at her friends. “If I’m meeting Jensen and Jared in two days we need to go shopping! I need to find something special to wear.” “Oh defiantly” agreed Ava. After finishing their lunch and paying their bill the four friends headed out to shop for the perfect outfits for what was going to be a weekend that none of them would ever forget.

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I don't know how I missed this one. But, a girl can dream about Jensen walking into my store.

So Close Chapter 1

Series Summary: Jensen Ackles is thousands of miles away from McKayla’s normal life, both figuratively and literally. Jensen is sure they can work things out, but McKayla is less sure that they can get through things and keep her heart intact.

Chapter Summary: When Jensen Ackles walks into McKayla Brandon’s coffee shop, she does everything she can to stay sane and normal, but she’s fighting a losing batte.

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: There will be eventual smut, likely much angst, and because it’s me, there will be fluff throughout as well. There is also awkwardness. More detailed warnings in individual chapters.

Chapter Warnings: None really, awkwardness and general drooling over Jensen.

Pairings: Jensen x OFC (McKayla - Requester)

Word Count: 2,224

A/N: This was a request from @jensensgirl not for me specifically, but for anyone willing to write it. So, I adopted it for my 1K Follower Celebration. She’s asked that the character be given her name, McKayla, and I’ve added the last name “Brandon” just so the character has one.

This will be the first chapter in a short series. Not 100% sure how long it will be, but I felt I needed more WIPs. 🤦🏼‍♀️ It shouldn’t be more than four or five parts. I hope this is what you were looking for McKayla. 💓 Expect other aspects of your request (such as certain kinks) to show up in future chapters.😊

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom were created by @firefly-graphics​ (Pic above was provided by requester, from Pinterest - the tag ‘Somer’ is in the corner of the pic, so thank you to that talented photographer.

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McKayla was almost definitely certain that love was beyond her.

For almost a decade she’d been on endless first date disasters, had two short term dating relationships and one, two-year-long partnership, that she’d been sure was the Real Thing - capital R, capital T. They’d even lived together.

But inevitably, every guy she was with wanted to try and change her, mold her into what THEY wanted her to be. But she wouldn’t be changed, she wouldn’t be molded, her life was her own. And she was tired of having to justify that to childish men who just wanted a mommy to take care of them.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted children one day, but she sure as hell didn’t wanna marry one.

She wanted a partner in life, a real one, an equal. She wanted someone that she could laugh with and play with, but who could also take life seriously sometimes, who wasn’t just an immature asshole.  They had to be someone who took care of her as much as she took care of him.

Plus, she was a thick girl and proud of her curves, and she wanted someone who appreciated them too. If he didn’t get hot and bothered at the prospect of grabbing a handful, then he could just keep walking. She didn’t need another jackass trying to turn her into his version of beautiful.

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The Honorable Choice - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC 

Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse.

AN: I got inspired after a recent rewatch of Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron (literally a perfect movie), as well as having Yellowstone in the back of my brain. I thought this idea might be a good fit for this @jacklesversebingo prompt.

Disclaimer: I’ve done extensive research for this one, both on the American Indian Lakota tribe, and on American history during this time in the late 1800s (AKA: the Old West, during the American Indian Wars and the Sioux Wars). Of course, one of my main goals is to avoid inaccuracies, both historical and cultural.

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: Western AU

Song Inspo: The Spirit Soundtrack

Word Count: 4.6K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only to be safe. Racism/racial slurs, attempted sexual assault (not successful), protective Dean, angst, some violence and some action.

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Part 1: Pride & Prejudice

June 1872

Dean hears some of his men shouting, along with the telltale cracking of bone that would make a less seasoned soldier wince. He spares a look to Benny, his Lieutenant, and sets down his glass of whiskey.

Dean’s path takes him brusquely out of his office and toward the stables. He grabs his gun and his hat on the way there, setting the latter on his head.

Is it too much to ask for one night where he can drink in peace?

Dean comes to find a young woman being detained by two of his men, Kline and Novak. Roman sports a bloody nose and his eye is already beginning to swell. The woman fights against their hold.

Even under the pale moonlight, Dean notes the way she’s dressed: a deer skin dress cinched at the waist, over thin pants and shoes. He surveys her tan skin, her black hair that blends into the night, twisted into a long braid, and the anger in her dark eyes.

“What have we got here?” Dean says. He stows his gun in its holster as he approaches her, resting his hands at his belt.

“I caught her breaking into the stables, Captain,” Roman says. He prods with a hiss at his busted nose while trying to stem the bleeding. That’s going to be a bad break.

She remains tight lipped, stubborn. 

“Probably doesn’t even understand English. Savage bitch,” he says. Dean shoots him an impassive look to cover up his annoyance.

“Put a cork in it, Roman,” he orders. Then, he focuses back on her. “You’re a Lakota, aren’t you?”

Aside from their main mission here in the Dakota Territory, the Colonel has been fixed on fighting back against the Lakota Indians, especially after they sabotaged the supply line last month.

The proud tilt of the woman’s chin is her only answer to Dean’s question. Her gaze drags down his form with disdain, like he’s the savage. His mouth twitches mirthlessly. 

“The Lakota rear up their own horses pretty damn well. Why would you want to steal one of ours?” he asks.

She glances away from him, first at her feet, then over at the camp’s latest “guest.” Dean, Benny, and a few of his men wrangled up a horse a few days ago. He’s a beautiful Kiger mustang with a nasty mean streak. He barely got through a trim this afternoon, and almost took a chunk out of Rufus when he tried to brand the horse.

The Colonel ordered them to tie the horse up to a post just outside the corral—no food or water for three days. He’d turned to Dean with a firm set to his face and issued a single order.

“Break him.”

Now, Dean catches the furtive look the Lakota woman gives the horse, who flicks his tail. The animal stares right at her, as if into her eyes.

“Oh, don’t tell me you here for him,” Dean says with a chuckle. “That thing’s a little too much for you, sweetheart.”

That earns her attention, steely and unimpressed.

“He is too much for you,” she says. Her voice is smooth, and would even be pleasant, if not for the circumstances. “He is one of ours. You will never break him.”

Dean's eyes widen a fraction. He glances back at the mustang.

So that's why she's here, he thinks. She's trying to mount a rescue. Dean feels a twinge deep inside, but he can't allow himself to care about that. They've collected a strong horse that will be a good support for their objectives here, once he's broken.

“Ah, well see,” Dean says, tipping his Stetson up to meet her gaze. “That’s kind of our specialty.”

“Sir, should we take her to the stockade?” Novak asks. He seems reluctant to do so to a woman, even an Indian, but he’s always been good at following orders.

Dean opens his mouth to reply, but another voice cuts him off. Colonel Asmodeus Sanderson steps out and takes a look at their captive.

“Not the stockade,” he says, with that Southern drawl that betrays his Kentucky roots. “Not yet.”

He approaches her with a slow, calculated gait. His hands gather behind his back. Dean gives her credit for looking Sanderson in the eye. She seems rightly wary, but not afraid.

“We won’t hurt you. I give you my word,” the Colonel says, “if you’ll lead us to your people’s camp.”

He takes a hold of her chin, turning her face this way and that, like he’s examining a dirty animal, and all that he’ll have to do to make it clean. She spits in his face.

Dean bites the inside of his lip against a smile. She’s got as much fight in her as the mustang. However, he has to school his face back into stoicism when Sanderson rears back in anger.

The harsh smack rings out in the clearing, along with the woman’s cry. Dean doesn’t allow himself to outwardly react, but inside, his spine tightens as he fights his instincts.

Only Kline and Novak’s hold on her arms keeps her upright. She pants for breath, but again, she meets the Colonel with a face that doesn’t give away anything, despite the reddening mark on her cheek.

“The post,” he barks. “Three days. No food or water.”

Dean is kept busy by his duties. He makes sure the camp is running in order, accepting shipments of supplies and ammunition, among other things. Cas Novak is in charge of the stables, caring for the horses and putting them through their training. Jack Kline is young and strong and a good assistant, along with others in his unit.

Right now, Dean and Benny are going over the plans with Colonel Sanderson for continuing construction on the railroad, from here to the Black Hills. It’s a path that cuts straight through Sioux territory—the bands of Dakota and Lakota Indians that occupy the land.

“The natives are fightin’ us tooth and nail,” Sanderson says. “But maybe our guest will be able to help us…negotiate.”

Dean remains quiet, ignoring yet another uneasy twinge in his gut. He didn’t join the army to fight the Indians. He doesn’t always understand their way of doing things, but he understands why they fight—to protect their land, and to protect their own. It’s the same reason Dean fights, when he has to.

He joined the army because…well, it felt like the right thing to do at the time. His father had been a Cavalry Major, and he’d died an honorable death, now about a decade past.

Has it really been ten years? Christ.

Dean wipes his brow. Even with the windows open, the office is humid and smells like ass. He glances outside, where both the mustang and the woman are tied to their posts under a sweltering sun at high noon.

Not for the first time, Dean wonders what his dad would think of him now. 

After the meeting, Dean and Benny fall into step together to inspect the camp. The summer sun shines hot on their blue uniforms, and occasionally they raise their hats to mop the sweat from their brows.

Things are running as usual, but many of the men’s eyes occasionally turn to the posts. Dean’s attention wanders there too without him realizing, catching on the woman’s dark hair. It shines even blacker in the sunlight, like a raven’s wing. He knows the shade because his dad used to have a feather kept in his journal, like a bookmark.

“You okay, brother?” Benny asks. Dean realizes what he’s doing, and his attention returns to the task at hand. Get it together.

Always forward, never backward.

“Just fine,” Dean replies. Benny gives him a knowing look.

“A bit unsavory, ain’t it?” he says. “Keeping her chained up without even a lick of water.”

“The Indians are getting smarter, bolder. They’re ambushing our men, going after our supply lines, and now, stealing our horses,” Dean says. “This is strategy.”

Benny shrugs slightly, making a sound of agreement. Dean hesitates, his gloved fingers flexing against his sides.

“If she was a man, you guys wouldn’t give a shit about putting a bullet through her head,” Dean says.

Benny’s gaze shifts downward. He doesn’t reply, but he concedes the point all the same.

They continue their route, and Dean keeps the rest of the conversation on the work at hand.

Mila has gone far longer without drink, but the sun is particularly unforgiving today. She’s prayed and prayed for even one cloud to glide overhead and shield her for a while. It’s not much better for her companion. He paces in place, occasionally tugging his head against the rope that binds him to his post.

She makes a clicking sound at the horse, getting his attention. She calls him by his name, and his ears flicker in her direction. He offers her a short whinny in response.

“I see you, Mato. I am with you,” she says in her native tongue. She hopes the sound of her voice will soothe him. He looks tired and hungry, but his eyes flick hard and untrusting on any man who comes near him. His spirit isn’t broken.

“Hey! Shut the hell up over there,” Roman shouts at her from where he and Cas are taking a short lunch break. Cas gives him a certain look, crossed mostly with annoyance.

Mila resists the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she closes them and tilts her face back to the sun. In a way, it feels cleansing. Maybe it can wash away the stench of the White Men’s hands on her body, manhandling her, checking her for weapons.

She spends the rest of the day watching the camp. One of their leaders, the Green Eyed One, called this a fort. It does look fortified, with tall walls made of thick wood constructed to form a cage—whether to keep others out, or to keep the men and horses in.

She identifies the Colonel as their chief, of a kind. Green Eyes is second in command, followed by the Bearded One with a strange voice. Even the scruffy Blue Eyed One has some authority, mostly over the Child Faced One. There are too many others to rank them all, but she knows the Loud Mouthed One is arrogant, even after she broke his nose. The way he carries himself, he clearly thinks he has more power than he actually has.

In her mind, Mila conjures up different plans of escape. All of them fall short in some way. The men didn’t find all of her weapons; a small knife is hidden deep in her boot. She could saw at her binds within an hour, but even with Mato to carry her out and away, the problem is escaping this camp without alerting the men. Without getting shot.

She has three days to think.

That night, the moon refuses to give her clarity. Her stomach is too empty, her throat too dry, her tongue thick in her mouth. Her attention shifts in and out of consciousness, until the sound of boots crunching in the dirt trills unease down her spine. More alert, she sits up straighter.

The Loud Mouthed One. The one they call Roman comes to taunt her, offering her water, then drinking for himself instead. He comes closer to examine her. He has a small bind over his broken nose.

“You know, you’re a pretty one,” he says, taking another cold sip as his gaze drags over her form. “For a wild thing.”

His face nears hers, clean shaven, though his thin smile reminds her of a rattlesnake. Dread and repulsion churn at odds in her stomach as she realizes what he's really here for. It doesn't matter if he truly wants her, or just wants to pay her back for his face. Either way, he means to take her here in the dirt.

She looks away, not wanting to let him see her fear, or the dread tightening her stomach, rising into her throat. He winds long fingers into her hair. At first the hold is gentle, deceptive. Then it's tight against her scalp. She hisses in pain when he tugs her head back and forces her to look at him. Her breathing quickens as she tries to pull away.

He draws in close to try and claim her in a kiss, but she head-butts him, hard.

He cries out and stumbles back, his flask falling to the ground.

He angrily grabs her and hauls her up to her feet. He pushes her hard against the post and unbuckles his belt, just to stuff it in her mouth. With his free hand, he begins to undo his pants.

She refuses to cry out, even though she spits out his belt and fights him, trying to kick out his knees.

Suddenly, the man’s body is ripped away from her. Mila loses her footing and falls to the dusty ground, sliding against the wooden beam she’s tied to. The wind is knocked out of her, but when she raises her head, she watches with wide eyes as the Green Eyed One beats the other man into the dirt. It doesn’t take much, just a few well-placed fists.

Roman lies there catching his breath, and he spits a wad of phlegm and blood. His left eye will match his nose, that’s for sure.

Green Eyes looks angry and disgusted. He huffs and puffs while staring down at his subordinate. He pushes back his short brown hair and points an ungloved hand at Roman.

“Get back to the goddamn barracks. You’re gonna be mucking out stalls until shit’s coming out of your ears,” he growls.

Roman doesn’t argue, though it’s obvious that he wants to. He just picks himself up, makes a show of straightening up his open uniform jacket while catching his breath. He walks past Green Eyes with a resentful, angry look. Green Eyes watches him until he disappears inside.

Then, he turns to her. His gaze softens somewhat, but it’s still unreadable. He crouches down in front of her, resting his arms on his thighs. Mila’s gaze briefly falls to his hands. They’re calloused, the hands of a laboring man. He carries himself like a warrior.

“Sorry about that,” he says.

It’s not what she expected. Mila eyes him warily when he moves closer. She presses her back against the post until it hurts her spine. He raises up his hands placatingly.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says.

“That is what your Colonel said,” she says. Her voice cracks with dryness. “I didn’t believe him either.”

His lips flicker at a rueful smile. It wrinkles crow’s feet around his eyes, breaking his stony face.

“Fair enough.”

He reaches for his belt and retrieves a flask, similar to the one his subordinate carried. He extends it out to her.

“It’s water, unless you prefer whiskey. I know I do,” he says.

She raises a brow at him, but hearing the sloshing inside the flask, her thirst takes over her wariness, and even her pride. She tentatively leans forward. He brings it closer so she can press her lips to the opening. Despite his Colonel’s orders, he lets her drink as much water as she’s able. When she’s done, he pockets the flask and sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

That, she will not give him. Names are sacred to her people, and this man, while seeming to have a shred of honor, isn’t worthy.

“Don’t wanna even tell me your name?” he says. He nods slightly. “Okay, well, I’m Dean. Captain Winchester, to this band of delinquents.”

He gestures around the camp with a dismissive hand. Mila only watches him. She’s never seen a White act like this, breaking his leader’s rules, being…kind.

What a strange man.

But if he had any real convictions, he would untie her and let her go, along with Mato. She won’t hold her breath.

Dean’s brows raise up toward his hairline, and his full lips form a pout. Realizing he’s not going to get anything more from her, he lets out a tired huff and straightens up.

“Well, goodnight,” he says.

He finally leaves her alone, but she can’t help but follow the swaggering path of his bowed legs and heavy boots. They carry him away and back indoors.  

A strange man.

By the morning of the third day, Dean is ready to do what he does best. Or at least, one thing he does best.

He’s no stranger to horses. He grew up on a farm in Lawrence, Kansas, where he and his brother would help take care of the animals. Dean was older, so he helped his father till the land and train the horses. Sometimes he and Sam would sneak off and race their favorite ones, until their mom called them back for dinner.

In fact, part of what earned Dean his rank in the U.S. Cavalry was how well he could command a horse. His own is resting in the stables.

Today, he’s getting in the ring with the mustang.

…Well, not right away. He lets a few of his guys go first to tire him out. Even after three days of no food or water, the horse is living up to his bad attitude. He bucks each of them off after just a few seconds in the corral. Dean can tell it’s becoming a kind of game for the horse. His dun-colored coat shines in the sun, his brown socked legs kicking up dust and manure as he brays angrily at whoever tries to mount him.

Dean notices the Lakota woman watching with an amused smile on her face while she sits with her hands tied to her post. She’s enjoying the show, like she knew this would happen. It seems to give her energy every time another man is thrown off the horse and limps out of the ring.

Dean shakes his head. Pitiful.

He puts two gloved fingers to his mouth and whistles the entire clearing to attention. He saves Kline the chance to bruise his spine and pats him on the shoulder. Dean steps into the corral and positions himself into the stirrups, wrapping the reins around his hand. The horse is breathing hard, but he’s not done. He’s still got fight in him. Dean sees it in his brown eyes.

“All right, mustang. You’re big and bad. I get it,” Dean says lowly. “But I don’t scare easy. Gimme your best damn shot.”

Cas and Benny give him wary looks from where they stand outside the gate.

“Hold onto your hat, Cap,” Benny mutters.

Dean adjusts his hat and rests his gun on the post for safe keeping. He wants to feel as natural as possible, like it’s just him and this horse, out back in his family farm. He holds on tight to the reins. He’s fully prepared for how the mustang takes off at a galloping clip around the ring. He twists and bucks, but Dean claps his thighs tight and holds on for the ride.

The horse gets smarter.

He runs for the water trough just outside the ring. He slams Dean against the side of it once, twice—and manages to throw him off, with Dean landing right in the water trough.

He bursts out from the dirty water, sopping wet and spluttering in anger. He looks over at the horse trotting around, whinnying and tossing his head like he’s laughing. Dean can’t help it. His anger fades, and he smiles.

This guy’s got some brass balls, I’ll give him that.

The Lakota woman laughs. Dean hears it and his head swivels toward her. She bites her lip, but she knows she’s been caught. Despite his injured pride, Dean’s lips curve with a smirk. Just gonna laugh at me, huh?

“I see things are going well,” comes a familiar drawl.

Dean’s face falls as he looks up and finds Colonel Sanderson. Dean pulls himself out of the trough and tries to squeeze some water out of his uniform. He clears his throat.

“Well, uh, it’s going, sir. Just gonna take a little more time than I thought,” Dean says. He quickly reclaims his hat from the ring, giving the mustang a smart berth. After he climbs back out, he goes over to the post where he left his pistol.

“Hold him steady,” Sanderson barks out the order, but not at Dean. The other men wrangle the horse back into the pen, where Sanderson climbs up and mounts the horse himself.

To his credit, he stays on longer than even Dean thought he would. The mustang gallops and circles. He tries slamming Sanderson on the sides of the corral, tries bucking him and bucking him, but the man clings on, even when his hat falls into the dirt.

The horse is exhausted. He eventually stops in the middle of the ring, panting for breath, his legs shaking slightly. Dean straightens at attention.

So does the Lakota woman, he notices. She looks worried, her brows furrowing.

Sanderson swipes a hand over his graying hair and moustache to collect himself. He raises his head with an arrogant smile.

“You see, gentlemen. Any horse can be broken,” he says. He kicks the horse with his spur. “Move along, mustang.”

To everyone’s amazement, the horse obeys him. He moves forward at a slow clip. All the men applaud, even Dean, belatedly.

“There are those in Washington who believe the West will never be settled,” Sanderson continues. “The Northern Pacific Railroad will never breach Nebraska.”

His gaze draws over to the woman. Her eyes are filled with tears as she watches the Colonel makes his rounds.

“A hostile Lakota,” he says in derision, “will never submit to providence.”

She stares back at him with steel in her watery eyes.

Dean doesn’t realize his jaw is clenched tight until he feels the strain in his jaw. He forces himself to relax, with his hand on his dampened belt.

“And it’s that kind of small thinking that would say this horse would never be broken,” Sanderson says. “Discipline, time, and patience. That’s all you need to level a wild thing.”

Just then, the horse stops abruptly.

“Mustang?” Sanderson asks in warning.

Dean tenses. He knows what’s about to happen.

“Sir!” he calls out.

But it’s too late.

The stallion revs and charges, bucking even wilder than before. He swings his head and rears back high on his hind legs with a powerful bray. Sanderson yells in fear and strain, but he stays on the creature’s back.

The horse’s angry eyes take on a darker shade of conviction. When all four of his hooves hit the ground, he finally bucks hard enough to get the Colonel off his back, though he still clings to the reins near the animal’s head. He comes face to face with the horse’s crazed eyes. His own are wide and full of terror.

Hot breath heats Sanderson’s face. Then the horse swings his head and tosses the man out of the ring. In the process, the horse falls on his side and shatters a section of the wooden beams that fenced him in.

While he shakes his head and gets his hooves under him, Dean and Benny help the Colonel up to his feet. His uniform is a wreck, and now, with a bruised body and likely a couple of broken ribs, the man is fuming.

Kline and Roman wrangle the horse’s reins and keep him more or less in place. The Colonel shoves Dean and Benny off of him. He reaches for his gun at his belt and aims it at the mustang. Dean goes rigid in shock, but he knows he can’t interfere. If he does, it could warrant some major discipline.

The Colonel pulls the hammer back on the revolver, but before he can pull the trigger, the sound of cutting rope and a feminine yell breaks the silence in the clearing. The Lakota woman pulls the Colonel’s arms down, and the gun goes off into the ground. Her elbow comes up quick to strike the man between the eyes. He careens back into Benny, who catches him.

Meanwhile, the woman swings up onto the mustang. She grabs a stronghold by the neck and barks something in her native language. It spurs the horse onward, and he breaks through the crowd of men at a gallop.

Dean watches with widening eyes and furrowing brows. “Shit!”

He runs to the stables where he finds Baby waiting for him. Her black coat ripples as she stamps impatiently.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he beckons. He leads the mare out of the stable, and after grabbing a coil of rope from the supply bench, he mounts her smoothly. With a subtle kick of his heel, she picks up speed to follow the mustang and his rider.

They’re already approaching the gate where the men are quickly trying to close it. There’s still a window of opportunity for escape, but not only is Dean on their heels, Roman also stands on a pile of crates filled with iron parts that are due to be shipped out in the morning for continued construction on the railroad. Roman holds a rifle. He trains his weapon on the woman, taking deadly aim.

Dean’s jaw clenches and his brows furrow. He knows then, in the breadth of a few seconds, that he has to make a choice. If he does nothing, both she and the horse are as good as dead.

Sam used to call him reckless, stubborn as the horses he spent long hours taming.

Right about now, his brother is probably right.

Dean reaches for his gun, aims, and shoots within the span of those seconds. Roman goes down before he even knows what hits him. His chest plumes with blood after he slides down the crates and flops heavy to the ground. His eyes stare unseeing at the crisp blue sky.

The mustang tears through the narrow opening in the gate, and Dean isn’t far behind. The woman is an excellent rider, far better than he expected her to be. She clings to the horse’s neck and mane, and she doesn’t even use the stirrups. She clings on when the horse leaps over rocks, and when she notices Dean tailing her, she urges the horse at an even faster gallop.

Dean’s face furrows with determination. Baby is built for speed too.

He gives her a little kick with his heel. “Come on, Baby. Go!”

He’s able to keep up with the mustang just a few yards behind, even when they reach rougher terrain, going further up and into a canyon. He follows them through every curve and dip, guiding his horse just as much as she's guiding him.

Dean takes his rope in hand and turns it above his head, but his attempt to lasso the mustang's neck fails; the woman saws straight through the rope with her knife.

"Damn it!" Dean mutters.

He's forced to let go of his frayed rope when he and Baby nearly careen off the edge of a cliff. His heart settles high in his throat as he grits his teeth, but he pulls back on the reins hard and leans in the opposite direction. Baby's able to bank left, saving them from a long way down to certain death.

They continue up the narrow path the mustang has trod ahead. It carves around and through the mountain.

Dean mentally grasps for a plan, aside from just keeping up. Without even a bit of rope, he doesn’t know how he’s going to slow the woman down without hurting her or the horse. He doesn’t want to have to use his gun.

Eventually, the canyon breaks into a patch of desert, and then, grassy plains and tall forest trees. The mustang begins to tire and slow to a stop. His rider murmurs soothing things to him, stroking his neck. She turns back to look at Dean over her shoulder in dismay. She knows she’s caught.

“All right, sweetheart. That’s enough,” Dean says.

He sidles up next to her and intends to grab the mustang’s reins.

That’s when her swift kick comes, dead in his forehead.

AN: And here we go! 😅 Feels right that November is Native American Indian Heritage Month. 🫶🏽 For that reason especially I've done my best to do the Lakota people justice, even in this little series and complete work of fiction.

There's a lot packed in this first chapter, and yep, I did borrow a bit of scene from one of the best scenes in Spirit as an homage. From here on out, we're literally going off road...

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Dean falls out of his saddle with a yell, landing hard in the grass. The impact knocks the air out of his chest and his hat off his head, not to mention the pain that rattles down his back.

“Son of a bitch,” he wheezes, while trying to get back up.

The woman jumps down from the mustang’s back and all but leaps on Dean. Straddling his waist and grabbing a fistful of his collar, she lets out a battle cry and raises a small knife at him. It’s probably no more than two inches long.

Dean may be on the ground with a smarting forehead, but he’s still got the upper hand. He grabs her knife-wielding arm and whips out his pistol from his belt. Her eyes widen, and she stills above him. The gun lies between them, aimed for her chest. They’re both breathing hard.

Dean has a problem.

Looking into her eyes, soulful and brown, the slope of her nose and her full lips, parted with shock… 

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In The Lonely Shadows (2/2) Dean W.

Summary: Crowely's always there to help convince you everything's going to be okay after Dean leaves with Lisa & Ben.

the first part of this was requested by my beloved wife @midnight-moonlight-and-mars sometime back in March.

Request: I've got a Crowley request! It can be platonic or romantic. It takes place the year Sam is resurrected and dean is living with Lisa. The reader was close with the Winchesters but after the fight with Lucifer dean abandoned the reader to be with Lisa and cas never answers ( unrequited love maybe?) so the reader teams up with Crowley and becomes like a bounty hunter for him for Lucifer loyalists. 

A/N: It's technically not Crowley x reader since she's pining for Dean. Oops, but I hope you enjoy this all the same, my love.

A/N #2: people were rabid about asking me for a part two. So please, enjoy!

WC: 1.7K

Warnings: mentions of loneliness, and blood, the reader feels abandoned and unloved, crowley’s nice, dean returns. sassy & protective crowley

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Dean watched as your chest heaved up and down with every breath you took. The wind was howling outside, with rain pouring down. He was only partially soaked, having run for cover under teh pitiful awning above your hotel door. A suitcase was tucked into one hand and a backpack filled with supplies slung over the shoulder. He'd wanted to say goodbye before he left. But he couldn't. He was a coward, after all. He'd had a few visits from Castiel and Crowley, neither of them saying a word about you.

Though, he asked. He hasn’t spoken a word about Sam, either. The horror of watching Sam fall into the pits of Hell with Adam devastated him. So he ran away. He ran away to the person who would get him away from the hunter’s life, Lisa and Ben. He played pretend for as long as he possibly could.

Until he couldn’t keep up with the facade anymore. All he did was think about you, and the life the pair of you could have had. He’d find himself hovering over your name in his cellphone but never pressing the call button. Oftentimes, he’s stay up late at night, while Lisa laid peacefully next to him sleeping.  He knew he couldn’t lie to her forever about what - or who - truly had his heart.

Oftentimes, when he dreamed, it was about you, your face and your hands wrapped tightly in his as you started behind him on hunts. Thats what he loved about you the most, how much you trusted him to protect you.

So months after he departed, he located you in this dingy motel, where rodents and garbage littered the parking lot, and a few street lamps flickered dangerously in this damned storm. He’d gotten a replacement key to your room, claiming to the sketchy old man at the kiosk that he was your husband and you didn’t leave the key outside for him. So, on the threshold of the hotel room is where he stood, his fight or flight response kicking in the moment he laid eyes on you again.

He hadn’t seen you in months, far too long. But not long enough to forget the way your cheeks puffed out while you were embarrassed or the way your hair always fell into your face when you’d laugh at his stupid jokes. He couldn’t forget the way you would shuffle into his warmth at night, either.

God, did he miss the way you infected all of his clothing with your perfumes. 

He hesitantly stepped into the room, only to stop midway through in almost a panic. What if you moved on? What if you didn’t want to see him? What if you shot him? He wondered at that moment if you held any protection on you, or if you’d thrown all of it away.

But he took the chance anyway and stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him quietly. He quietly toed out of his shoes and turned around before fully surveying the room. He couldn’t see any other person’s belongings in the room, so he assumed you were indeed alone.

Nervously, he tiptoed to the bed and studied your face for a long moment. He remembered everything about you-- your eyelashes, the dimple on your cheek. He wanted to reach out to you, nearly stopping himself as he felt his arm move without his command. He brushed his fingers against your cheek before he knew what he was doing and stepped back as your eyes had flung open in terror.

“Y/N,Y/N, it’s me, it’s Dean,” he said, reaching behind him for the pistol he always carried with him, though, he would never attempt to hurt you in any sort of way. “Hey, hey.”

“Dean?” you blinked through the darkness of the room. You must have been sleeping. Because you thought you heard Dean’s voice. And you thought you seen him standing mere inches away from where you slept on the bed.

Before he could get the chance to respond, another voice filled the room, a voice you’d come to recognize and acknowledge throughout these last few months.

“She doesn’t need you, Squirrel. She’s doing great without you.” Crowley’s voice echoed in the small room. 

Pulling yourself into a sitting position on the bed, you wiped at your eyes before switching your gaze between the pair in front of you. Crowley had been watching you over the weeks, which you had grown weirdly accustomed to, so it was no surprise that he had appeared out of the blue. What had startle you, was the other man standing mere inches away from you. If you just lifted your arm a few inches, you would be able to clasp your hands together.

“You left her high and dry after Moose had fallen into the depths of Hell, where, mind you, he’s been shacking it up with Lucifer. You should hear the agonies and woes from him.”

You could see the agitated twitch in Dean’s cheekbones, even in the poor excuse of light shining through the cracked window curtains.

“But now, back to the matter at hand, hmm?” Crowley snapped his fingers, and the two-night lamps turned on, casting the room in sudden brightness that none of you was prepared for.

“How’s Lisa and Ben?” Crowley smirked as Dean looked entirely uncomfortable at the jabs. “Didn’t want to be a family man anymore, huh? Did she decide she didn’t want your baggage?”

“It’s none of your business, Crowley,” Dean quipped. He snuck a look towards you and almost melted at the sight of tears in your eyelids. He wanted to erase the heartbreak he had caused you. He wanted to erase the pain away from you.

He only wanted you to forgive him. He wanted you and only you. He wished he hadn’t run off after Sam had gone to Hell, but he was broken and insecure. He was scared that you would leave him as well, so he did the only thing he could think of doing at the time: He ran away.

He begged for Lisa to forgive him, and she did. She took him in immediately, even after he explained all that went down with Lucifer and Adam and Sam. She took care of him. And for a while, he could forget all the pain. He could mourn the loss of his brother in peace. But there had always been a hole in his heart that Lisa nor ben would veer be able to fill.

He hadn’t known it at the time until he had sat up the night before and wallowed in misery after having nothing but dreams and nightmares about you for months.

“No harsh words, Not Moose?” Crowley taunted as he took a step toward you, causing Dean to nearly topple backwards onto the bed you were still sitting on. “No quips? Nothing? What do you have to say for yourself? Because while you were playing house, I was left to pick up the piece of her broken heart! How noble of you.  Leave her behind to wallow in misery, and now what? You expect her to swoon because you're back? Pathetic."”

You never thought you would see the day when the king of hell would be red in the face at the Winchesters. But here he was, pointing a threatening finger in Dean’s direction while the other man looked like a kicked puppy. 

You wanted Crowley to stop the insults at Dean. But the fact that he was protecting you in this way meant so much to you. You never knew how much Crowley actually cared about you. 

"I bet she’s just thrilled to have you back. Nothing says 'I care' like a good old-fashioned abandonment, right?" Crowley scoffed.

“Crowley, enough,” you sighed as you finally pushed the duvet away from your body and stood up, causing Dean to look at you with hope. With your request, Crowley quieted down, though he didn’t cease the glare or scowl on his features. Ignoring him, you took a breath, taking Dean’s height in stride. “So, what? You show up at my doorstep and nearly scare me to death, for what?”

“I was wrong,” Dean swallowed, blinking slowly as tears piled against his eyelids. “I never should have left you the way i had. You were mourning Sam as well, and I was a coward for leaving you. I never once stopped thinking about you. I never once let you out of my mind. Lisa knew it, Ben knew it.’

“I’m not forgiving you, Dean.” you held your ground, even as you had to wipe the tears away from your cheeks. “How could I forgive you? Do you know what the hell I’ve been through? You weren’t the only one to lose a brother, you know? Sam was my family as well.”

He opened his mouth, only for you to cut him off.

“It’s been fourteen months, Dean—fourteen long, terrible months. I celebrated Sam’s birthday without you. I celebrated your birthday without you. Crowley was the only one to check with me. Do you know he saved me from death on numerous occasions? That could have been you.”

He looked utterly defeated at the mention of the birthday celebrations. He could only imagine you singing to yourself with some cheap cake and a gas station lighter, wishing for the family you once held as you blew out the candles.

“Dean, I don’t know whether to hit you, kiss you, or put a bullet in you.” you scowled, pushing past him to walk over to the bathroom to wash your face. Leaving the door open, you heard Dean shuffle around Crowley to get to you again. 

“I can’t leave you, not again. Never again,” he watched your reflection as you grabbed for a hand towel and wiped the water from your face. 

Glaring at him momentarily, you sighed heavily before turning around and leaning against the counter. “Crowley will kill me for this. But I can’t help but think that I’m still in love with you. We can talk more about this in the morning. I had a long few weeks, and I’m absolutely exhausted.” 

Eagerly, Dean followed you out of the bathroom, barely noticing Crowley’s absence as he tucked you into the bed before he climbed in himself.

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**totally up for a part three IF people want it. So please, please, please, if you enjoyed this reblog this & leave comments.

[ribbonsncherries]

The Contract

Warnings: Lots of smut, P in V, Oral (both m and f receiving), BDSM!, Sexual Assault, Stalking, Angst, Alcohol mentions, Dominant and submissive plot, Drug Mentions, Virgin user, mentions of drugs.

Chapter 1

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x inexperienced! User

Summary: When her roommate and work partner gets sick, she is in charge of interviewing famous billionaire businessman Dean Winchester for his new bar's grand opening which leads to a passionate and tumultuous affair where she discovers his dark sexual desires, marked by control and dominance. The one catch? He doesn't do romance.

Based on the trilogy Fifty Shades of Grey.

(3473 Words)

Divider credits: @dollywons, @anitalenia, @selysie

 “Please!” her roommate Jessica repeated yelling at her. (y/n) poured hot water into a coffee mug, placed a tea bag in the water, and began mixing with a spoon. “What did I tell you about yelling? Your throat is already damaged from the yelling at this point.” she scolded. Jessica sighed as (y/n) passed her the mug filled with tea. Jessica pouted as she poured in some honey. “I just need you to do this one thing. One thing.” (y/n) and Jessica are partners for a famous magazine ‘Runway’, Jessica and (y/n) were going to interview famous billionaire Dean Winchester who had just opened a new bar in their city. Dean was a longtime famous topic in Runway cause of the girls who swooned over him since he was single, so Runway only thought of the dynamic duo to interview him the next day. If only Jessica hadn’t become a walking disease. 

“It’s just one interview without me you can do this. Besides I’ve already got some questions written down, just press play on the tape recorder and ask away,” she said. (y/n) rolled her eyes as she drank her tea, “I’m only doing this cause Castiel is going to beat us up if we don’t get this article in.” she agreed. Jessica smiled as she lifted her arms. “Yes! (y/n) saves the day again!” she said before coughing up a storm, “ow.” Jessica thought for a moment and grabbed the laptop sitting across from her on the coffee table, just as she was about to reach out (y/n) grabbed it before she did, “Not a chance. You need to stay and rest, that means no working until you feel better.” Although Jessica groaned she agreed. “Night roomie,” she rasped getting up from the couch and to her room. 

The next day (y/n) got up early and did extra research since she was doing this alone. She quickly called Castiel to inform him that she would be able to do this alone and quickly for the article to get posted and submitted by next week. She dressed up professionally yet comfortably since this was a grand opening at almost 9 in the morning. She dressed up in black dress pants and boots, pairing it with a basic black shirt and sweater. She grabbed what she needed and met Jessica in their living room who was blowing her nose into her tissue. “You're so lucky you get to meet the Dean Winchester,” Jessica complained. (y/n)’s lips curled into a smile as she heated a bagel. “You’re a dork, Jess,’’ she laughed. Before she left (y/n) packed her bag with her media pass, notebook, and tape recorder. As she was putting on her boots Jessica immediately got up. 

“I almost forgot” she rasped. Jessica dug through her work bag and gave (y/n) a piece of paper with questions to ask Dean. “Ask him these would ya.” (y/n) looked up to Jessica while she offered a sheepish grin. “Good luck.” (y/n) thanked her before starting her car. As she headed to the bar nerves were kicking in. She’s always had Jessica by her side so this was strange going to interview someone famous without her. When she pulled up into a parking garage she put on her media pass around her neck and grabbed her bag. As she began getting closer to the bar she saw a crowd of people, especially paparazzi and girls screaming his name. She took a deep breath in and began squeezing her way to the front. “Excuse me!” she called out to the event worker. She flashed her media pass. “I’m here with Runway magazine I think I’m supposed to be-” 

“Media cannot pass this barrier.” The man said. (y/n) puffed her cheeks in frustration. “Yeah, I know I work for Castiel Novak, the editor-in-chief. I know he’s a good friend of Mr. Winches-” 

“Don’t care stay behind the line.” (y/n) groaned out anger and clenched her teeth in annoyance. When Dean Winchester came by the Paparazzi began crowding amongst each other. Everyone shoulder-to-shoulder. She tried to get past through but there was no way around it. As Dean cut the ribbon he saw the commotion going on beyond the bright flashes of the camera pointing at him a woman with a large camera pushed (y/n) to the ground. Dean whispered to his assistant Benny, As (y/n) got up she looked over to the entrance where a man in a suit was looking straight at her. Benny went up to the barrier of media, “Hey, girl in the sweater.” (y/n) looked up and pointed to herself, Benny nodded his head as he made a signal with his hand for the reporters and paparazzi to move, (y/n) now had a clear path and was invited inside by Benny through the back. As she was invited inside she was told to stay there until Dean was available to talk to her. When Benny left she took in her surroundings. It was dark, the light sources only being from the warm lights of the fake candles and rustic chandeliers. She saw many pool tables as well as booths next to it. A bar in almost every corner of each room she was surrounded by. She began walking around slowly clenching her bag, everything was quiet besides the commotion of screaming girls and paparazzi, and the slow clacking of her boots. She approached the pool room where there was a row of 5 pool tables and a bar. Her fingers ran through the smooth green velvet and smooth brown wood. 

“Do you play?” said a deep rusty voice. (y/n) jumped and turned around only to be face-to-face with Dean Winchester. He was tall and intimidating from his broad shoulders down to his dress shoes, His emerald eyes gazed upon her as he asked the question, and she quickly took her hand away from the table. “I’m so sorry, they just told me to wait here.” she smiled awkwardly. Dean could only keep a stern look with a slight smirk while (y/n)’s smile went down as she cleared her throat, “If it’s ok with you, Runway would like to interview you about the grand opening.” she said quietly. 

“I asked if you play,” He said. (y/n) glanced at the pool table, “sometimes, I’m not very good at it.” she uttered. “Let’s take a seat,” he said before leading her to the bar near the pool tables. She sat on the stool, put her hands on her lap, and looked down nervously. ‘Damn he is hot’ she thought. As he came around the bar he said “Cas told me there were supposed to be two of you.” (y/n) almost forgot. “Oh yes, well Jessica came down with the flu and it’s pretty bad so I’m alone for a moment.” she smiled. “Want anything?” he asked as he began grabbing glass cups with the bar logo on them. (y/n) was taken aback, “drinks this early?” she asked him. Dean looked at her while he poured whiskey for himself. “Doesn’t hurt to drink early once in a while,” he said looking up at her with his offer still standing. “Sure, I’ll take red wine if you have it please, and thank you,” she said.

“We can begin with that interview if you want,” Dean said as he poured her wine and slid the cup toward her. (y/n) nodded once more as she began taking out the voice recorder and notes to write along with Jessica’s questions. She began digging through her bag in search of a pencil or pen she had forgotten to pack. “Fuck” she muttered to herself. Dean dug through the inside pocket of his suit and handed her a pen with his company name on it. ‘Winchester Elixirs’. She saw the pen handed to her and gently took it. “Thanks” she mumbled. She pressed record on the voice recorder and set it down between them. She cleared her throat “Um, so, this is for the special article for Runway Magazine, You are young at the age of 26 to have made a popular chain of bars, to what do you owe your s-” “To what do I owe my success?” he interrupted and scoffed. She looked at him awkwardly and nodded “Yep…” 

“Seriously?” 

“Yep…” 

“Okay um… We know that you are a business man but do you enjoy doing things outside of work?” She asked pressing the pen to her bottom lip and looking up at him to answer the question. 

Dean had his hands on the edge of the counter, his grip tensed with his knuckles going white. “I enjoy many physical pursuits as well as managing cars.” (y/n) nodded as she went through Jessica’s questions “You're unmarried- wait no. um… you had a mother that died- oh my god, I’m sorry I didn-” 

“Do you have an actual question Ms…?” 

“(l/n), but you can me (y/n)” she said. 

“Give me an actual question,” he said. She rapidly nodded and brought it down to look at Jessica’s notes. Her head came back up to look at him, and her eyes dropped with sadness. "Um, what is it like being a successful businessman and having to be a family man with your younger brother?"

Dean smirked thinking of his younger brother Sam, "To answer your first question, yes, my mother did die when I was very young. and my brother was only 6 months old. It's hard but. this is our harsh reality, what better way to just drink through it, why else do you think this empire is up and up, causing people to need to drink their thoughts away. Life, death, lousy interviews." he mumbled. (y/n) looked at him with sadness on her face. "Mr. Winchester, I'm so sorry it wasn't my place to ask that," she said. Dean could only look at her, he could tell she was biting the inside of her cheek and gripping her notebook from embarrassment, "Ask another question, go ahead I'm not gonna kill you." he scoffed, (y/n) smiled softly at him as she looked through Jessica's notes once more.

Are you gay?” she asked him with direct eye contact, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes widened, she just asked a personal question which he answered and now it's led to this ridiculous answer. As she looked back at her notes, she chuckled awkwardly “It’s written here I’m so-’’

“No, (y/n). I’m not gay,” he said with a small smirk and chuckle. She smiled “I’m sorry Jessica can be a little.”

“Intrusive?” 

“More like curious.” 

He saw her, the way her lips were in contact with his pen. He looked up and down at her taking in her curves, her hair, her eyes. “Mr. Winchester, you’re meeting is about to begin in an hour.” Benny interrupted. “Cancel it, I’m a little busy here,” he said to him before he left. “No, it’s ok I can leave if you want me to,” she said softly. 

His emerald eyes looked into hers, “I want to know more about you.” his voice rumbled. She drank a bit of her wine slowly, “There’s not much to know besides this.” she said glancing at the recorder and notes. “What do you like?” Dean asked. (y/n) was thinking for a second before saying “I like music. Especially old 70s Rock, my dad used to play a lot on his record player all the time when I was a girl.”

“Let me take a good guess, You look like a Led Zeppelin gal to me…” he said observing more of her features as he thought. (y/n) looked down for a minute before she laughed softly. “Well I like Fleetwood Mac mostly, and Derek & The Dominos. Those are what I’m listening to the most right now,” she said. Dean hummed. 

“Let’s continue,” he said. (y/n) nodded once more and began asking more questions Jessica had written down even though she was skipping most of them. By the time they were done (y/n) cussed at herself for not asking many questions and even the ones she did ask were dumb and stupid almost everybody knew the answer to them before they even saw his response. “Thanks for the drink,” she said smiling. “I hope you got everything you needed sweetheart.” He said to her. Though she knew he said that to other girls it made her stomach flutter. “Thanks, I think you only answered about five questions,” she said before leaving. “Thank you for your time.” she smiled before leaving the bar. Dean looked down at her bag to see the slip of paper halfway out, so when she turned her head he quickly grabbed the piece of paper from her bag and pocketed the questions, it was then he realized she accidentally took his pen with her. 

When she got in her car she sighed to herself and let out a deep breath. “Holy shit,” she muttered in her head all she could think of was how hot Dean was. The pictures the press took of him were no match for how he looked in person.

When she got home she saw Jessica on her computer with tissues surrounding her. “Jess, what did I tell you about worki-” 

“I fucking love you so much (y/n),” Jessica shouted as the sounds of clicking surrounded the living room. “What?” (y/n) asked in confusion. Jessica looked up at her and smiled big “Dean just emailed me and he answered every question, this is perfect.” She exclaimed. “So…” She said with mischief. (y/n) took off her sweater and threw it on the couch, she looked at Jessica with confusion, “So what?” she asked. 

“What was he like?” Jessica asked with her whole body moving toward her as (y/n) sat down on the coffee table. “Well…he was fine I guess,” she said. Jessica looked at her skeptically, “Fine? Just fine?” she said in confusion. (y/n) scoffed as she began taking off her boots. “Well, he was nice he gave me some free wine. He was very formal…and clean,” she said. Jessica laughed “Clean?” she asked. (y/n) thought about him more oblivious to Jessica laughing. “He was nice, Intimidating…very intimidating. I mean I can understand the hype around him,” she said looking up at Jessica who was grinning at her. “Jess… Why are you looking at me like that?” (y/n) smiled. 

“Like what?” (y/n) rolled her eyes before going to the kitchen to make herself a sandwich. “Whatever Jessica.” she sighed. Jessica was curious one last time and looked him up online. She clicked on images and began scrolling, “But (y/n) you’ve got to admit he is so hot.” (y/n) scoffed “Well, he could be when you're into that…kind of…human.” she said finishing making her sandwich. “By the way, I asked if he was gay. That was so embarrassing. He looked at me like I was a freak.” (y/n) laughed. Jessica apologized. “I'm sorry but hey, whenever we see photos of him he has never been photographed with a woman before so I just thought-”

“Jessica have you ever thought that maybe this guy wants to keep his life private I mean he’s already in the media so much.” (y/n) said. Jessica smirked “Awwe look at you defending him.” she teased.

“I’m going to my room.” (y/n) said with a mouthful of her sandwich. Jessica immediately got up and coughed a bit before jumping in front of her. “Wait, (y/n) I'm sorry. Can you make me some of those too?” she asked politely. (y/n) rolled her eyes before going back to the kitchen to make her a sandwich. “Thanks (y/n). I’ll be right back Mother Nature calls,” she said. (y/n) looked over at Jessica’s computer and saw the images of Dean and his dark blonde hair and emerald eyes, She closed Jessica’s laptop before making the sandwich to try and get her mind off him. 

“(y/n)!” (y/n) turned around to see one of her friends, she smiled as he continued walking next to her. “Hey, James.” she smiled. “So, a couple of friends are going to this photography exhibition and going to dinner afterward. Wanna come?” he asked hopeful she would say yes. He has liked her since she got promoted to their floor with Jessica. “Well that sounds fun but I can’t I’ve got a lot of writing to do for the new Winchester article. So I’ll be in my office all day.” she sighed as she stopped dead in her tracks. James’s face went down slightly “No, it’s fine we can hang out some other time.” he said bringing his arm behind his neck and rubbing it awkwardly. (y/n) smiled “I promise I’ll make it up to you guys, we can hang when Jessica feels better so the whole group can hang. Ok?” she said oblivious to what he was trying to do. James nodded before she walked off to her office. She closed the door and sat down on her desk. She opened her laptop and began writing away. 

It had been a few hours until one of her secretaries called “Hi (y/n), Dean Winchester is asking to see you. Do I send him to your office?” she asked. Her heart skipped a beat, and her stomach fluttered once more. (y/n) picked up the phone “Yeah, Jenna send him in, thank you.” she said. She heard the door knock. “Come in!” she said. Dean Winchester came into her office and looked around. He was dressed in a casual red flannel and jeans rather than his usual tux. “Hey, Please have a seat if you want.” (y/n) said, smiling at him. He continued looking more and saw autographs from celebrities and pictures of her and friends. "Did you want a drink? I have some water and apple juice?" She asked politely, Dean pulled out a chair and sat down "No thanks, sweetheart." He said casually

“What can I help you with?” she asked. Dean looked at her like he was observing her. She was worried if she had something on her face or her teeth. 

“Just wondering if you got the email I sent to your partner?” He asked. (y/n) glanced at him from her laptop “Um. Yes she did thank you for that by the way I know her questions were a bit invasive.” she said with her eyebrows up in sympathy. “No, it’s fine I was more than happy to answer them,” he said to her. “Is that it?” she asked politely. “Did you grow up in this town?” he asked her. (y/n) nodded “Yep born and raised.” she said smiling. Dean smirked “I need to pick up a few things, do you know a grocery store near here that sells whipped cream and zip ties?” (y/n) looked at him curiously “Well there’s a grocery store nearby that sells most of those things, it’s actually around the corner of Rose Street,” she smiled “What on earth are you planning? sounds like a torture device” she joked. “Are you baking something?" she asked curious and oblivious.

Dean smirked at her and tilted his head. “Yeah, what would you recommend I get?” he asked. (y/n) thought for a moment leaning back on her chair. “Well, maybe an apron to cover yourself to protect your clothes.” She said gesturing to his flannel. His smirk grew bigger “I’ll just take off all my clothes.” he said in a low rough voice. (y/n) could almost choke from his statement. “Ok…no clothes– I mean no apron…” She smiled and cleared her throat and began taking a sip of her water. “Thanks, how is your roommate feeling by the way?” 

“She’s a little better, right now she's working a little from home but she's having trouble finding a good photo especially the permissions and stuff so-” 

“If she’d want an original I can swing by here tomorrow,” he suggested (y/n) was taken aback. “You would do that?” she asked softly. “Yeah.” It was as simple as that. He agreed and (y/n) was feeling ecstatic inside. Dean took out his wallet to pull out his business card with his number “I’m staying at the Pacifica Lux Hotel call me anytime.” he said before walking out. “Ok bye…” she waved awkwardly. She leaned back against her chair, she mentally smacked her head from how embarrassing that whole conversation was. She took a deep breath before continuing with her work. She decided to wait until she was home to surprise Jessica.

A/N: Hello! I'm already having fun planning this. Fifty Shades is honestly so bad it's good. Trust me, besides the sex scenes, the plot is kind of good, lmao. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank you for liking and reposting the announcement, especially to my followers! Again, my suggestion box is open for writing new stories between this book's waiting chapters. Thanks for reading. I'll see you all next Friday!

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Jared, that question was not near as subtle as you think it was sir.

Soulmates: Chapter Three – Memorial Day

Summary: DallasCon is taking place over the Memorial Day weekend, and the Ackles’ have kindly invited Jared and Ava to stay with them during the convention and the holiday. As Jensen has a heart-to-heart with the people who love him the most, he realises that he needs to fight for what he wants and what he wants is her.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Ava Broussard (OFC), Donna Ackles, Alan Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Charlotte (OFC), Alexandra (OFC).

Warnings: Fluff, flirty comments, teasing family and friends, language (probably!)

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: Text in italics is internal thoughts. I’m not entirely sure where this came from, as this isn’t exactly what I set out to write initially. It ran away from me, but I like it all the same! This hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback and comments are appreciated.

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May 2006

It was their first DallasCon, Jensen’s hometown convention, and he was excited to be going home and spending time with his family for a few days. The upcoming Memorial Day holiday meant his parents were having their first summer barbecue and had invited his cast-mates to join them, knowing they were in town.

Jared and Ava had gratefully accepted the invitation. If they couldn’t be with their own families for the holiday weekend, they would happily spend it with people they now consider extended family.

Both had offered to stay at a hotel so as not to cause too much trouble for the Ackles’, but Donna and Alan had insisted. Now that all of their chicks had fled the nest, there was plenty of room at the family home for them to stay.

Ava asked Jensen several times what she could bring or do to help his mom, which made him love her a little bit more. He would simply smile and say, “Just your sweet self, Princess!”

Her parents always told her never to show up to someone’s house empty handed, so before she left for Texas, she picked up a bottle of good Scotch for Alan and a couple of bottles of wine for Donna. Ava also sent a beautiful bouquet to her with a handwritten card, thanking her for the invitation to spend the weekend at her home.

The sweetness of Ava’s gesture touched his mom’s heart so profoundly that when his dad picked him and Jared up at the airport, he crossed his arms and held his gaze showing that he wanted his son’s full attention. “You know she’s a good girl, son. When are you going to start dating her?”

“What are you talking about, Dad?” Jensen asked, shooting a confused glance at Jared, who was also sporting an amused smirk.

“Your mother has been on cloud nine since yesterday when she got flowers from Ava. That sweet girl sent flowers – from Boston, no less – to say thank you for inviting her to stay this weekend. I’m telling you, son, that girl is one in a million and the kind of girl you want to marry.”

“She is a sweetheart!” Jared said as he threw a knowing smirk in Jensen’s direction.

“Your mom is so taken by her, and she’s going to try and convince you to ask her out. Whenever you mention Ava or we come up to Vancouver, it’s nothing but ‘I wish Jensen would find a girl like her,’. And ever since she called off the engagement, it’s ‘do you think now she’s single, Jensen will ask her out?’” Alan chuckled and sent Jared a wink as he noticed his son’s best friend trying his hardest not to laugh.

“Don’t worry though, Jensen. If you start dating her, you won’t have to worry about getting your mother’s approval. Ava won her over the first time they met!” Alan said, letting out a rumbling laugh at his son’s reddening cheeks.

Ava was flying out to Dallas the day after Jensen and Jared. She had flown to Boston for a few days to visit her family and meet her new niece and Goddaughter for the first time. The weather could still get quite cool at night in the Northeast this time of year, and her oldest sister, Charlotte, had been teasing her mercilessly about all the summery attire in her suitcase.

Ava smiled at her four-day-old niece, Alexandra, and told Lottie about the convention and what they did at them. She talked through her weekend schedule and told her sister that they were attending one in Dallas, which was Jensen’s hometown and about the invitation for her and Jared to spend Memorial Day with Jensen’s family.

They shared a laugh as Ava admitted she was scared to ask Jensen what the dress code for a family barbecue was, especially with the forecast being wall-to-wall sunshine and 95 degrees the whole weekend, so she’d panic packed to make sure she had clothing suitable for all possible social occasions that would help her cope with the heat.

“I can’t believe you’re spending the holiday with Jensen’s parents!” Lottie teased.

“Well, we have an extra couple of days off for it, and as I said, the convention is in Jay’s hometown. They very kindly invited Jared and me to spend the weekend there.”

“Did you pack something worthy of meeting the parents?” her oldest sister winked.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve met them, Lottie,” Ava frowned, not catching on to her sister’s meaning.

“Yeah, but it’s the first time since you’ve been single, right?” she grinned wide and pumped her eyebrows.

“Even so, we’re just friends. We aren’t together,” she stated.

“Yet!” Lottie pointed at Ava.

“You seem pretty sure of that!” Ava chuckled happily as her tiny niece’s hand clutched her pinkie. Her smile widened at the flash, knowing Charlotte had taken a Polaroid of the tender moment between them.

“Trust me. Everyone can see what’s between you two! It’s only a matter of time, so I hope you’ve packed some future daughter-in-law-friendly outfits in here!” She laughed as she shook the Polaroid to process the image.

“And please tell me there’s something sexy in there for Jensen too! You have got to show that body off more! Oh, wow! A white bikini! Hot while still being innocent and cute, it’s perfect! And would you look at that dress, woah sexy Mama!” Lottie was cackling now, and Ava rolled her eyes dramatically at her sister’s childish behaviour.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you packed for every occasion. That underwear says you’re planning on getting lucky!” Charlotte buckled with laughter.

“Alright, can we stop going through my clothes now?” Ava scowled at her sister, but she wasn’t mad, not really.

“There’s my baby boy!” Donna said as she pulled Jensen in for a hug.

“Hey, Mom. How’re you doing?” Jensen asked as he kissed her cheek.

“I’m happy you’re here! And you, Jared, come here, gimme a hug!” Donna’s smile was infectious, and Jared smiled just as wide as he crouched down into the hug.

“Hey Donna, it’s good to see you and thank you for having me.”

“Nonsense! You are part of this family now and are always welcome here. I’ve missed having a full house! We should do this more often, right Alan?”

“Sure, honey!” Alan said, kissing her cheek as he passed with the bags.

“Alright, enough chit-chatting out here in this heat. Come in!”

Everyone headed into the air-conditioned house and straight towards the heart of any Southern home: the kitchen. Jensen stopped at the vase proudly displaying colourful and happy flowers. He picked up the card, reading Ava’s message, smiling wide when he saw her handwriting and completely oblivious to the looks passing between the others.

Placing the card back down, he caught up with everyone in the kitchen and noticed the freshly baked cookies on the counter. Jensen reached over to grab one, and Donna slapped his hand away.

“Ouch!”

“You know the rules, Jensen, guests first!” she hissed as she handed the plate to Jared.

“You know I don’t live here anymore, right? So, technically, I’m a guest too?” Jensen said as Donna put the plate down on the table. Her only response was a motherly glare which sent him straight into a seat at the table, lowering his head like a scolded puppy.

Handing around plates of cookies and pitchers of sweet tea and lemonade, Jensen’s parents asked about season two of the show, which they had just started filming, and the summer convention schedule, smiling at how happy both boys were in Canada.

“You know I don’t like to pry, but how’s Ava doing after…” Donna trailed off and placed her hand on top of Jensen’s, trying to calm him as she noticed his jaw clench.

“She’s completely shattered, Mom. And I don’t just mean her heart. She’s lost her confidence and self-worth. She doesn’t know where things went wrong. She’s doing her best at putting on a brave face, though, trying to move forward,” Jensen seethed. “But for the past week or so, she’s been smiling a lot more. I think being back at work and around friends is helping her take her mind off it.”

“Routine can certainly help, so that’s something. But a broken heart takes time. I can’t imagine how you start to get over that kind of betrayal. And to happen to such a beautiful soul makes it even harder to understand. My heart breaks for her. She’s moved permanently to Vancouver now, right?”

“For now, yeah. She didn’t renew the lease on the condo in L.A., but I think once things settle and she has some more free time, she’s gonna look for a new place, either in L.A. or Boston. She’s not decided which one yet,” Jensen answered.

“Now you mention Boston, I was surprised she sent flowers from there. I thought she was flying down with you,” Donna queried.

“She was supposed to, but Charlotte had her baby,” Jared smiled.

“Isn’t that wonderful! Boy or girl?” Donna clasped her hands together, smiling wide.

“A little girl called Alexandra. She flew home for a couple of days to see them. She won’t get much opportunity to go home for the rest of the summer between filming and conventions, so she went while she could. She’s flying out here in the morning,” Jared explained.

“Would you like me to pick her up?” Alan asked.

“No thanks, Dad, I’ll go. I wanna take the truck, give her a good once over,” Jensen said.

“The truck or Ava?” Donna grinned cheekily.

“Mom, seriously?” Jensen fumed and blushed, causing everyone to laugh.

“Please! It’s not like you hide your feelings for her very well,” Donna countered. “You know as well as I do that you two would be great together..”

Jensen opened his mouth to protest but was quickly shut down. “Let me finish, son. You’d be perfect together. After the sorry excuses you’ve brought home to us for the past few years, particularly that last one who only saw you as a handsome arm to cling to and a Platinum Card, and you say Ava deserved better than being a trophy wife? You deserve better. You both do! You deserve each other!”

“Your mom’s right, Jay. You know she deserves to be with a good man. Someone who sees her personality and how smart she is and loves her for who she is, not what she looks like. Someone who’ll treat her with the love and respect she truly deserves. Someone like you, Jensen.” Jared weighed in on the debate.

“I just want my baby boy to be happy, and she makes you happy. And I can see that you make her happy too. When her heart heals, ask her out. Please?”

“What if she says no?” Jensen asked quietly, finally deciding to stop denying his feelings and voicing his biggest fear.

“Oh, honey. I really don’t think she will.”

“How can you be so sure, Mom? If there’s a chance she’ll say no, I can’t put myself out there. I won’t. It’ll hurt too much, and I’d rather have her as a friend than not have her at all,” he continued, and Donna sighed in relief that it was Jared who spoke next.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” He said, flabbergasted and huffed a laugh. “Seriously, man, do me a favour this weekend?”

“What?” Jensen asked, sounding defeated.

“Spend as much time with Ava as you can–”

“We’re always together, Jared! Why is this weekend any different?”

“Well, for one, you’re almost always working. Two, I’d tell you if, for once, you didn’t put your defences up where Ava is concerned!”

“I don’t get defensive about her!” Jensen raised his voice.

“Ha! You just did! Now listen. Please?” Jared chuckled. Jensen didn’t respond but turned his full attention to Jared, ready to listen.

“Okay. As I was saying, try to spend as much time with Ava as you can outside of work. Watch her. Look in her eyes – I mean, really look,” he added before Jensen could interrupt. “They light up when she’s talking to you. Watch her smile and her body language. Her smile is wider when you’re around.

“She seeks you out in a room full of people because you bring her comfort. Listen to the difference between how she talks to me and how she talks to you. She’s always teasing and flirting with you, and you don’t pay attention to it. Try reading between the lines, then tell me she doesn’t feel something for you.”

“He’s right, Jensen,” Alan weighed in. “The only people who can’t see the spark between you and Ava are you and Ava. When the time is right, ask her out. It’s only a date. If the spark doesn’t ignite, what’s the harm? You can always go back to being friends. But to see how brightly that flame could burn, you need to ask her out.”

The flight from Boston to Dallas was about four and a half hours, meaning she’d land around midday. She couldn’t sleep on a plane unless she was completely exhausted, so she planned on doing two of her favourite things: reading and listening to music.

She might add a third favourite pastime and have a glass of wine. Or three. The con wasn’t until tomorrow, and Jensen had called last night asking for her flight information and said he’d come to pick her up from the airport so she didn’t need to rent a car. Plus, everyone knew the alcohol you drank on a plane didn’t count, right?

Time had gone quicker on the plane, she was sure. Then again, the book she’d been reading had sucked her into the world of an ancient ritualistic serial killer in present-day London. The plane descended into Dallas, and they’d land in half an hour. The excitement started to take hold, and her stomach erupted with butterflies.

Although still new to her, she adored doing conventions and meeting the fans. She always felt like she was still acting during press interviews and photo shoots, trying to be the person the industry and society demanded her to be, but she never felt that way about the cons. At those, she could be completely herself and get to know the fans. It was her favourite part of the job.

She was happy to be spending some downtime with the boys too. They always hung out and did fun things in Vancouver, but it would be nice to see them completely relaxed in their home State. She’d come to see them as her boys. Jared, the little brother she never had, and Jensen… well, she wasn’t sure what he was to her yet. A best friend? Definitely. But she wasn’t blind. He was an extremely attractive man, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of him in that way before. Plus, she couldn’t shake the thought that they could be more. Maybe. If her heart and head weren’t so messed up. She turned and looked out the window at the ground getting closer, and smiled to herself, resting her forehead against the window.

Surprisingly, her suitcase was one of the first to come around on the carousel, and she pulled it off and headed through to the exit. A feeling akin to home settled within her as soon as she spotted him. His body was facing her, muscular arms crossed over his chest, popping his biceps and making her mouth dry.

God, what I wouldn’t do to cling onto those sexy broad shoulders and have his muscular arms wrapped around me, driving himself into me over and over… Woah! Where did that come from?

Jensen’s head was facing to the left, looking at something she couldn’t see. When he turned towards her, he smiled widely, and his eyes lit up as he started to walk towards her. She beamed back at him, and she could hear her heart beating loudly in her ears as it began to thump furiously in her chest.

What is wrong with me? She thought as he moved closer to her. It’s just Jensen! She told herself before putting it down to nerves about the upcoming con and weekend with his family.

He stopped when he was in front of her, leaned in to hug her tightly, and kissed her cheek. “Hey, Auntie Ava!” Jensen beamed at her blissful laugh. It was the happiest sound in the world to him. He lived for her musical laugh.

“Hi, Jay! How’re you doing?” Ava asked while still in his strong and comforting embrace. 

“I’m good, Princess,” he inhaled deeply, relaxing at her unique scent. “How are you doing?” Jensen asked, his face saying what his mouth didn’t dare for fear of being responsible for taking her smile away.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she said with a nod, her face telling him just how badly she wanted that to be the truth.

“Got everything?” he asked, releasing her from his hold.

“Yeah, except Jared,” she answered, looking around for the gigantic goofball.

“I dropped him at the gym on my way here. It’s just us,” he smiled, reaching for her suitcase.

“Oh, I can get that, Jay,” she hurried, grabbing the bag.

“I know you can,” he smiled sweetly, beating her to it and walking through the concourse.

“Honestly, you don’t have to,” she rushed after him.

“I know. I want to,” Jensen smiled.

“Okay,” Ava relented. “Thank you, Jay.”

Ever the gentleman, he opened the passenger door of his truck for her and held his arm out to help her climb in. He closed the door and placed her bag in the back seat as if it weighed nothing before walking around the back of the vehicle and climbing into the driver’s seat.

“How is it being home?” Ava asked.

“It’s great! I don’t come here as often as I’d like, though. I’m looking forward to spending some time this weekend with all the people that mean the most to me,” he smiled, glancing in her direction before pulling out of the car park.

“Mom and Dad are excited to have a full house again. Oh, thank you, by the way,” Jensen chuckled.

“What for?” she asked, confused.

“Sending my mom flowers. You know, I think I’ve been demoted, and you’re now her favourite person!” he smirked, and she laughed.

“Because of flowers?” Ava asked, amused.

“Yeah, flowers. All the way from Boston. You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“My mom would kill me if I was a guest in someone’s home and didn’t give them a thank you gift.”

“You coulda just asked me to take you to a florist here. Would’ve been easier for you.”

“It was no problem. I was happy to do it. I’m glad she likes them,”

“She does,” and now she wants you as her daughter-in-law, he thought.

“So, Auntie Ava, how’s baby Alexandra?” Jensen said, trying to get his mind on something else.

“She’s adorable, Jay! And so tiny! Looks like her father though, poor thing!” Ava joked, causing them both to laugh. “Although, I’m thinking of dropping the ‘auntie.’ It makes me feel so old! Maybe I’ll just be like the cool aunt and get her to call me Ava,” she giggled.

“Nah, I think it’s cute. You suit being an aunt, and you’re gonna be the coolest, most awesome aunt in the world! I bet you’ll be her favourite. In fact, I bet no matter how many nieces and nephews you end up having, you’ll be all of their favourites! So not only will you be the next generation of your family’s favourite person, but you’re also now my family’s, too,” Jensen chuckled.

“Are you including yourself in that, Jay?” Ava asked teasingly with a toothy grin. Jensen could’ve sworn that he heard her voice drop and a change in the tone as she said that, and he bit his lip, trying to hide his grin.

“I was wrapped around your little finger the day I met you, Princess!” Jensen said with a smile that lit his whole face up. If anyone else had heard him say that, the smile on his face would’ve told them it was the truth and that he didn’t mind one bit.

“Oh, stop!” Ava said quietly.

He glanced over at her and had to bite his lip again to hide his growing smile as the shy smile playing on her lips and her rose-tinted cheeks affected him more than he’d like to admit.

Maybe Jared’s right. Maybe there are feelings there. He knew then he’d take Jared’s advice this weekend and really look at her because he wanted this. He wanted her.

He wanted to marry her one day. He wanted her to be the mother of his children. No. He needed those things as much as he needed oxygen. This is it! He thought. The stakes were high, and she needed a friend right now, but he’d wait.

He’d be the best friend he could be to her, and when she was ready to start dating again, he’d ask her out. But, for now, it was his mission to see that shy smile and adorable blush every day until she was his and, hopefully, for many years after that.

Jensen pulled up to his parent’s house and parked the truck. Donna and Alan had been expecting them any minute, and as soon as they heard the car door close, they went to the window just in time to see their son jog around the front of the truck to open the door for Ava.

“He’s such a gentleman, Alan. I’m so proud of him!” Donna beamed as she watched him open the door and offer his arm for Ava to grip as she climbed down from the truck bed.

“We raised him well, honey. All of them,” he said as he watched Jensen open the back door and take her bag.

The pair laughed as they saw Ava trying to take the suitcase from him and Jensen shaking his head.

“Please,” they heard him say through the open window, “I insist. You’re in Texas now, Princess! Expect this everywhere you go.”

“Great,” Ava huffed sarcastically, causing Jensen and his parents to laugh.

“Did he just call her Princess?” Alan smiled at his wife. Donna beamed excitedly, nodding as she walked towards the door.

After dinner, everyone was sitting out in the Ackles’ decking, Jensen, Jared and Alan drinking beer and Ava and Donna drinking wine.

“How is Charlotte taking to motherhood, sweetie?” Donna asked.

“Like a duck to water!” Ava beamed proudly. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s exhausted but loving every minute. And she’s gorgeous, even if she doesn’t resemble a Broussard or a Moretti right now,” she laughed and dug through her handbag, pulling out the Polaroid picture and handing it over to Donna.

“She’s beautiful, Ava! This is your first niece, right?”

“Yeah, and goddaughter!” Ava smiled. “For some reason, Lottie thinks I’m the sensible sister. The one who has her head screwed on the right way,” she chuckled. “I have no idea why she thinks that, but it’s humbling to know she trusts me with such a huge honour.”

“I’ve met all of your sisters,” Jared laughed. “You’re the best out of a bad bunch, so I can see why she chose you, but I wouldn’t say you’re the most sensible or have your head screwed on. Like at all!” He laughed as Ava’s hand came from nowhere and slapped the back of his head.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that I am awesome! Any child would be lucky to have me as their godmother!” Ava joked, and everyone chuckled.

“Yes, you are, sweetie, and don’t you ever forget it!” Donna smiled as she patted her hand. “You know, I can’t wait to find out who steals your heart. He’ll be an extremely lucky man.”

“Thank you,” Ava smiled shyly. “That’s a very sweet thing to say, but I’m not ready to even think about that yet. I’m just gonna focus on myself for a while.”

“Understandable. You need to put yourself first, but you won’t always feel that way. It’ll take some time, but you’ll get there.” Donna responded.

“Yeah, I know,” Ava sighed with a sad but confident smile. “Kinda on the subject of that, didn’t you have a date the other night, Jare?”

“I did, but I don’t see it going any further,” Jared said.

“Really? Why?” she asked.

“Wow! Someone’s changed their tune! A couple of weeks ago, you didn’t want to hear about anything evenly remotely romantic. In fact, didn’t you gag when I told you about that date? Now you want to know all the details? What the hell happened?” Jared teased with a wink.

“What can I say? Being surrounded by love and people in love when I was home seems to have started the healing process. Progress is small, but it’s starting to happen. I even thought a guy was hot at the airport!” Ava smiled as her eyes briefly flickered to Jensen, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jared.

“Really? Boston or Dallas?” Jared smirked.

“Dallas. While I’m in no place to think of dating anyone right now, I no longer find the whole relationship thing horrifyingly repulsive.”

“Good,” Jared said. “I’m happy you’re healing. Even if it is slowly,” he smiled. “Suzanna was a sweet girl, and she’s cute, but I think our connection was as friends.”

“I’m sorry, Jare.” Ava smiled sadly, and Jared shrugged, unaffected by an unsuccessful date.

“How’s this for an idea,” Alan said. “Why don’t you set Jared up with one of your sisters?”

“No, thank you!” Jared said far too quickly, causing Ava and Jensen to laugh heartily.

“Why? What on earth is wrong with my sisters?” Ava tried to sound offended but couldn’t stop laughing. “I love my sisters, but obviously, Lottie’s married. Izzy’s out,” she said as she counted on her fingers. “Literally,” she added, referring to her sister’s sexual orientation.

“I love you, Jare, but only as a friend and a really annoying little brother. Plus, something tells me you couldn’t handle me!” Everyone had a chuckle at Ava’s high opinion of herself.

“Which leaves Sophie and Emily. I suppose they are closest in age to you… but Soph is far too high maintenance. I don’t know who’ll have the courage to take her on, but I cannot wait to meet them.

“And Emmie? She’d run rings around you, knowing exactly what she was doing. And you’re a gentleman and a big softie, so you’d let her and pander to her every whim, so no. I don’t think any of them are good enough for you, Sasquatch.” Ava smiled kindly.

“Thank you,” Jared said, genuinely touched by her words. “I’m glad you’re the one that said all that and not me!” he added as everyone chuckled.

“But I do have like twenty cousins I could hook you up with!” Ava grinned. “Ooh, my cousin Erin lives in Austin! I think you’d like her!” she added with a sparkle in her eyes.

“If she’s anything like you five, I’m good, thanks.” Jared laughed.

Ava burst into intense laughter, causing Jensen to smile widely at her with big heart eyes and a goofy grin. He loved her laugh. His mom caught his eye and winked at him, having seen the change in his demeanour at the sweet sound.

Jensen bit his lower lip and blushed as he lowered his head. He glanced up at Ava, pleased she hadn’t noticed his behaviour, but he could feel his best friend’s gaze burning holes in him. He looked at Jared, who smiled and raised his eyebrows, giving him a look that said, “Are you seriously going to let her go?”

“Well, I know it’s still early, but I’m gonna turn in. I’m still on Boston time and was up at an ungodly hour this morning,” Ava said as she tried to suppress a yawn.

“Goodnight, sweetie. Sleep well.” Donna said as she hugged her. 

Ava quickly made her way around everyone, saving Jensen for last, and gave them all hugs and a kiss on the cheek before making her way to bed.

“Jare, how sure are you about what we talked about yesterday?” Jensen said once Ava was out of sight.

“Uh, pretty sure, man. Why?”

“I’m gonna do it. She needs a friend right now, but as soon as she’s ready. I’m gonna ask her.” Jensen smiled.

“Think you can handle her?” Jared grinned, echoing her words from earlier.

“You’re damn right I can! And she was right when she said you couldn’t, by the way!” Jensen laughed.

“Yeah, you’re not kidding there!” Jared agreed as laughter echoed around the yard.

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Sam & Dean Winchester (Supernatural) - Merry Christmas, Kid

Christmas: From The Vault

25 Days of Christmas

Warnings: mentions of k!lling

Italics - flashback

The wind howled outside the rundown motel as the Winchester siblings trudged through the door, cold and weary after a long hunt. Y/n tossed her bag near the door and collapsed onto the creaky sofa couch. She reached down to untie her boots, her fingers fumbling with the laces as she half-listened to her brothers’ banter. "Man, that werewolf had some nerve trying to take a chunk out of me." Dean grumbled, pulling off his jacket and throwing it over a chair. "You mean after you tripped over that log and practically served yourself up on a platter?" Sam shot back, grinning as he dropped his duffle by the table. "Hey, I had it handled!" Dean huffed.

"Sure, Dean." Y/n murmured, her words slurred with sleep as she kicked off her boots. She stretched out on the couch, her eyes fluttering shut despite the conversation flowing around her. "How are you not passed out already?" Sam asked, glancing her way. "Superpower." She mumbled, a small smile tugging at her lips before she succumbed to sleep.

The creaky motel door opened, and the Winchester boys stepped inside, tired and sore after the hunt. The familiar musty smell of cheap furniture and stale air filled the room, but something unexpected caught their attention. "Well, would you look at that." Dean said softly, dropping his duffle bag by the door.

In the middle of the small, cluttered living room, Y/n was sprawled across the ratty sofa, fast asleep. Scraps of colorful wrapping paper were scattered everywhere, along with a half-empty roll of tape and a pair of blunt scissors. A couple of oddly shaped presents sat on the table, wrapped with the enthusiasm of a child but not much skill. Sam chuckled lightly. "She really went all out, huh?"

Before Dean could reply, the door swung open behind them, and John Winchester entered, his boots heavy on the worn carpet. His sharp eyes swept over the scene, landing on the mess. "For crying out loud." He muttered, running a hand through his graying hair. "Now I gotta clean all this up." Dean frowned, his jaw tightening. "It’s fine, Dad. She was just trying to do something nice."

"Yeah, well, maybe she should’ve stayed awake to finish it." John snapped, shaking his head. Sam scoffed, unable to hold back. "You can always count on you to ruin a nice thing." John froze, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Watch your tone, Sammy." He growled, his voice low and warning. But Sam didn’t back down. "It’s Christmas Eve. Can’t you let it go for once?"

John’s face darkened, and without another word, he grabbed his jacket and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The room shook with the force of it, and an uneasy silence followed. Dean sighed heavily, rubbing a hand down his face. "Well, that went great." From the sofa, a small voice broke the quiet. "Did I ruin Christmas?"

Y/n stirred sometime later to the faint sound of rustling. She cracked an eye open, barely moving, and saw her brothers. Sam was by the window, arranging something on a spindly pine tree that looked like it had been hacked from the woods outside. He was stringing it with mismatched odds and ends—charms, bottle caps, and even a shoelace. Dean stood at the kitchenette, muttering curses under his breath as he fumbled with the microwave. "Quiet, Dean." Sam whispered sharply. "You're gonna wake her."

"It's not my fault this thing's ancient!" Dean hissed back, shaking a packet of hot cocoa mix like it had personally offended him. Sam rolled his eyes and stalked over. "Give me that. You're hopeless."

"No, you're hopeless!" Dean relatialted. "Me? I'm devorating and you cant even make a simple cup of hot cocoa." Sam whisper shouted. "Its not the making it, its the opening it!" A scuffle broke out, hushed but no less ridiculous, as they wrestled over the cocoa packet. Dean jabbed at Sam with an elbow, Sam retaliated with a swat to Dean’s head, and the powder burst open, spilling onto the counter. Y/n bit her lip to stifle a laugh, deciding not to ruin the surprise. She closed her eyes and drifted back into sleep.

Dean quickly shook his head and walked over, kneeling in front of her. "No way, kiddo. You didn’t ruin anything. Dad’s just…stressed, that’s all." Sam came to sit beside her, nudging her shoulder gently. "Dean’s right. You did great." She hesitated, then reached for the gifts on the table. "I, um… I got you guys something."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look before sitting down on either side of her. She handed them each a package, wrapped with far too much tape and uneven folds. Dean tore into his first, pulling out a comb. He raised an eyebrow before realizing it doubled as a pocket knife when he slid the end off. He let out a low whistle. "This is awesome, Y/n. How’d you manage this?"

Sam opened his next, revealing a thick book. He ran a hand over the cover, his lips quirking into a smile when he read the title: Law Basics for Beginners. "I know you want to go to college and be a lawyer." Y/n said shyly. "So I figured… this might help." Sam looked at her with a mix of pride and surprise. "It’s perfect. But seriously, how’d you afford all this?" She grinned mischievously. "I went caroling on doorsteps. The suckers gave me money." Dean burst out laughing, ruffling her hair. "That’s my girl."

As Dean laughed, his gaze drifted to the table. Among the mess of wrapping supplies, he saw a small handmade frame, carefully constructed from sticks and twine. Inside was a family photo—John, Mary, young Dean, and Sam. Dean picked it up, his throat tightening. "Is this… for Dad?" Y/n nodded. "I thought he might like it. I know I’m not in it, but—"

Dean cut her off, pulling her into a hug. "It’s perfect. He’ll love it." Pulling back, Dean reached into his jacket pocket. "Speaking of gifts, I got you something too." He pulled out a small amulet on a leather cord and dangled it in front of her. "What’s it do?" she asked, turning it over in her fingers. "It’s anti-possession. Keeps demons out. And it looks cool, too." Dean said with a grin as he placed it around the neck. Y/n beamed, immediately putting it on. "I’ll wear it forever."

Sam reached into his own bag and handed her a small flask. "Here. It’s for holy water. You know, just in case you ever go on a hunt with us." She hugged them both tightly. "I love you guys."

"We love you too, squirt." Dean said, ruffling her hair again. "You should probably go to bed though. It's getting late." Y/n nodded. "But this is my bed." She replied. "You know what, just for tonight you can sleep in mine. Too comfy for me anyway." She grinned and gave her brothers a kiss on the cheek before she hopped off the couch and into Dean's bed, promptly shutting her eyes and falling back to sleep.

When she woke again, it was to the smell of cocoa and the sight of her brothers seated at the rickety motel table. Dean had on a slightly askew Santa hat, and Sam’s was tilted just right, naturally. Between them sat steaming mugs of hot chocolate, the pine tree now proudly decorated in all its patchwork glory. Y/n sat up, blinking in mock surprise. "Wow. What’s all this?" Dean squinted at her. "You didn’t already see this, did you?"

"What? No!" Y/n said, her voice a little too high-pitched. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Liar." She sighed. "Okay, fine, I might’ve peeked. A little." Sam grinned and reached behind him, pulling out a hastily wrapped present. "Here. We picked this up in the last town."

Y/n tore into the paper to reveal a Barbie. Sam's face dropped as he saw the gift, Dean cluld only look on amused. "I'm a little old for Barbie, dont you think?" She looked up, her heart swelling at the effort they’d made. "I- I didn't think it'd be that." Sam replied awkwardly. "And what's you think it would be? Maybe a Ken doll instead-" Sam nudged him hard. "I love it." She said sincerely. Dean laughed. "Yeah, well, thank Sam. He’s the one who thought visiting a mall Santa was a good idea." Sam shrugged. "Hey, it worked, didn’t it?"

Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a pistol. "Here, kid. Merry Christmas."

"Dean!" Sam scolded, nudging him hard. "What? It's practical!" Y/n laughed, cradling both the doll and the gun. "Thanks, guys." She got up and joined them at the table, wrapping her hands around the warm mug of cocoa. "So-" She said after a sip. "When are we heading out to catch that vampire?" Dean arched a brow as he put his cup down. "We’re not. It’s Christmas. Even bloodsuckers get the day off." Sam nodded. "It’s probably not much of a threat today. People won’t be out."

Y/n shook her head firmly. "The sooner we kill it, the sooner we get back here. Let’s go." Dean and Sam exchanged a look, one of those unspoken moments of agreement that only siblings could share. Dean chuckled and shook his head. "No DNA test needed. You’re definitely a Winchester."

When John finally returned, he reeked of alcohol, his steps heavy and uneven. He stopped short when he saw Dean sitting at the table, the handmade frame in front of him. "What’s your problem?" John asked, his tone gruff. Dean stood, holding up the frame. "This. This is my problem. You nearly ruined her Christmas like always."

John’s face hardened. "I didn’t—"

"She’s not even in this picture, but she still made it for you." Dean snapped. "The least you could do is not be so selfish for once." John stared at the frame, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he sighed and walked over to Y/n’s bed. Gently, he shook her awake. "Hey, kiddo." He said softly. She blinked up at him, surprised.

"I’m sorry." John said, holding up the frame. "This… this is really nice. Thank you." Her face lit up, and he smiled faintly before pulling a pristine white-handled gun from his bag. "This is for you." He said, placing it in her hands. "It’s to protect you. Tomorrow morning, I’ll teach you how to make salt-lined bullets."

Y/n’s excitement was palpable. "Really? Thanks, Dad!" She hugged him before settling back into bed, clutching her new gun like it was a teddy bear. John turned to Dean, who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "Happy now?" Dean sighed. "A little."

"Good. Merry Christmas, Dean." John said as he walked over to his bed and lay down, almost immediately falling asleep. Dean sighed and stared at the frame on the table. He missed how Christmas used to be; his mom, dad and Sam just enjoying Christmas, laughing, no demons or monsters. He wpuld give anything to go back to those days. His gaze shufted to Y/n asleep. He thought that maybe- just maybe- Y/n is the only reason he wouldn't go back. Because what would be Christmas without his little sister?

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𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

SUMMARY : maricela is a hunter who's been in love with dean winchester for years. given the age gap, he's made it clear he only sees her as his little sister. when she officially joins team free will after the angels fall, dean begins to see she isn't a kid anymore. with abaddon on the rise, dean takes on the only weapon that could kill her: the mark of cain. sam, mari, and cas watch as dean suffers the effects of the mark. after metatron kills dean, what's left of team free will does everything to find and save the beloved winchester. with the news of dean becoming the very thing he hunted for a living, sam and mari set out to bring him home. once dean's back in the bunker, they begin the demon curing ritual, hoping for success. when demon dean gets loose and finds maricela alone, he does what dean could never do. before he could kill, they finished the ritual, curing dean. though the eldest winchester was no longer a knight of hell, the curse remained, only worsening the effects from before. as they desperately search for a way to remove it, maricela deals with the marks dean gave her and the aftermath that goes with it.

WARNING : mature content. pining. age-gap. angst. fluff. smut. violence. murder. death. alcohol use. depictions of torture. graphic scenes. sexual abuse. mental abuse. verbal abuse. physical abuse. corruption. degregation.

each chapter will have it's own warning. i would include more but i don't wanna give anything away!

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟏 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟗 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎

𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝…

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One Day - Chapter Eight of Eight

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N Female character

Series Summary: You were rescued by Dean Winchester a long time ago. Over time, you kept bumping into each other.

Word Count: 5,418

Tags/Warnings: So much fluff! A hint of angst, a hunt gone bad, but mostly fluff. Fluffiest of fluff.

A/N: You have to love how muses become uncooperative. At the moment, One Day will be ending. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be picking up with this pair again later! Or a new Dean story down the line!

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Chapter Eight: A Settling Of The Soul

Life at the bunker had settled into something that resembled a routine—well, as much of a routine as you could have in the world of hunting. It had been months since Y/N decided to stay, and the dynamic between the three of them had shifted in ways that were both subtle and profound. The bunker, once a space that felt cold and functional, now had a warmth to it. It wasn’t just a base of operations anymore—it was a home.

Y/N’s room remained hers, a safe retreat for nights when the weight of the world—or the weight of their feelings—was too much for either of them to carry. But more often than not, it stayed empty. Her things had gradually found their way into Dean’s room. A pair of boots by the door. A well-worn hoodie slung over the back of a chair. Her favorite book on the nightstand, tucked beside one of Dean’s well-loved tapes.

For Dean, it was an adjustment. He wasn’t used to sharing his space, to letting someone in—not just physically, but emotionally. And yet, it didn’t feel invasive. It felt… natural. Like she belonged there. Like she belonged with him. Her presence wasn’t just in his space—it was in his life, woven in seamlessly.

Dean Winchester’s transformation wasn’t something that happened overnight. It was gradual, like the way dawn creeps over the horizon, lightening the world in imperceptible increments until everything looks brighter. When Y/N moved into the bunker, she didn’t just bring her bags—she brought a change in the air. And for the first time in a long time, Dean started to feel like he wasn’t just surviving. He was living.

One of the first signs of change was the bottle of whiskey. For years, it had been a constant companion, sitting on the counter or tucked into the Impala’s glove compartment. It was his crutch, his escape when the weight of the world grew too heavy. But these days, the bottle was pushed to the back of the cupboard, gathering dust.

It wasn’t that he’d sworn off drinking entirely—there were still beers shared after hunts, or the occasional glass of whiskey during late-night conversations with Y/N. But it wasn’t a necessity anymore. When he felt the familiar pull to numb himself, he found himself reaching for something else instead. A conversation with Y/N. A quiet moment in the war room, listening to her laugh at something Sam had said. A drive in the Impala, with her riding shotgun, her hand resting lightly on his thigh.

It wasn’t a conscious decision. He hadn’t woken up one day and decided to cut back. It just… happened. Slowly but surely, the things that weighed him down didn’t feel so heavy anymore, and he didn’t need the whiskey to carry them.

Dean had always been the guy with the quick wit and sarcastic one-liners, but those jokes often masked the pain he carried. Now, though, his laughter came more easily, more genuinely. He laughed at Sam’s exasperated expressions when he insisted on blasting classic rock in the war room. He laughed at Y/N’s dry humor, the way she could hold her own in their banter. He even laughed at himself sometimes, shaking his head at his own stubbornness.

One evening, as they sat around the war room table, Sam caught him off guard. “You’ve been smiling a lot lately,” Sam said, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Dean raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Is that your way of saying I’ve been less of a pain in the ass?”

Sam grinned. “Something like that.”

Y/N, sitting beside Dean, smirked. “Don’t worry, Sam. He’s still a pain in the ass. Just… a happier one.”

Dean chuckled, nudging her playfully with his elbow. “Glad to know I’ve got your vote of confidence.”

It wasn’t just the laughter that had returned. It was the lightness that came with it, the way it seemed to lift the tension that had weighed on him for so long.

For most of his life, Dean had been defined by his role as a protector. He’d been the shield for his family, the one who took the hits so others didn’t have to. But being with Y/N taught him that being a protector didn’t always mean putting himself on the line. Sometimes, it meant being present. Listening. Letting someone in.

On hunts, he still kept a watchful eye on her, his protective instincts as sharp as ever. But he didn’t stifle her. He trusted her to handle herself, to stand beside him as an equal. And when she did—when she took down a vampire with the same precision and skill he prided himself on—he felt nothing but pride.

“You’re a badass, you know that?” he told her one night after a particularly rough hunt.

Y/N grinned, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Takes one to know one.”

Dean’s transformation wasn’t without its challenges. There were still nights when the weight of his past crept in, when the fear of losing Y/N—or screwing things up—gnawed at him. But instead of burying those fears, he started to face them.

One night, as they lay in bed, Y/N resting her head on his chest, he found himself speaking the words he’d been too afraid to say before.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N tilted her head to look at him, her eyes soft. “Of what?”

“Of screwing this up. Of losing you,” he said, his throat tightening. “I’m not used to… this. To having someone who makes me feel like maybe I can be more than just the guy who fixes cars and kills monsters.”

Y/N’s hand slid up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing gently over his stubbled jaw. “Dean, you don’t have to be anything more than who you are. That’s enough. You’re enough.”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, but in the best way. He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Thanks, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’m still figuring this out.”

“So am I,” she said with a smile. “But we’ll figure it out together.”

Over time, the changes in Dean became undeniable. He still had his rough edges—he was still Dean, after all. But there was a warmth to him now, a quiet strength that came from letting himself be vulnerable. He wasn’t just the guy who carried the weight of the world anymore. He was a man who allowed himself to share that weight, to find joy in the little moments, to love and be loved in return.

Sam saw it in the way Dean’s shoulders seemed less tense, the way his smiles came easier. Y/N saw it in the way he held her close at night, his touch gentle but firm, like he never wanted to let her go. And Dean felt it in himself—in the way he looked forward to each day, in the way he found himself thinking about the future in a way he never had before.

Dean Winchester was still a hunter, still a protector. But now, he was more than that. He was a man learning how to let himself be happy. And for the first time in a long time, he believed that maybe—just maybe—he deserved it.

Hunting had always been the core of the Winchesters’ lives. For Dean and Sam, it was as natural as breathing, a way of life ingrained into them since childhood. But now, with Y/N in the mix, the dynamic had shifted—not in a bad way, but in a way that surprised even Dean. She didn’t just fit into their team; she brought something new, something they hadn’t realized they needed.

At first, Dean was skeptical about Y/N joining them on hunts. It wasn’t that he doubted her skills—he’d seen her handle herself well enough—but hunting with her made his protective instincts go into overdrive. The first few cases were rocky, with Dean hovering too much, barking orders, and generally treating her like she couldn’t hold her own.

“I’ve got it, Dean,” Y/N had said firmly during a werewolf hunt, her machete dripping with blood after taking down the creature on her own.

Dean had stood there, dumbfounded, as she wiped the blade clean on her jeans and gave him a pointed look. “You don’t have to babysit me.”

“I’m not babysitting,” he’d muttered defensively.

“You’re hovering,” Sam had chimed in, smirking from where he’d been tying up another werewolf’s victim to prevent further attacks.

Dean had scowled, but over time, he started to relax. Y/N proved herself time and time again—quick with a blade, sharp with her instincts, and unflinching in the face of danger. She wasn’t just someone he had to protect; she was a partner.

One hunt in particular cemented their teamwork. A string of disappearances in the forests of Montana pointed to a Wendigo, a creature none of them were thrilled to deal with. The three of them packed their gear and drove for hours into the dense woods, the Impala barely making it through the uneven dirt roads.

“We stick to the plan,” Dean said as they geared up near the edge of the forest. His voice carried the usual authority, but his eyes lingered on Y/N a little longer than they did on Sam. “If it gets messy, you fall back.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she double-checked her shotgun. “Dean, I know the drill.”

“I’m serious, Y/N,” Dean said, his voice lowering. “This thing’s fast, and it’s not like your regular vamps or werewolves. If you get in trouble—”

“I won’t,” she interrupted, meeting his gaze head-on. “I’ve got your back. You’ve got mine. That’s the deal, right?”

Dean hesitated, then nodded. “Right.”

They split up as planned, with Sam tracking footprints near the trailhead while Dean and Y/N moved deeper into the woods. The air was thick with tension, the sounds of the forest amplified in the darkness. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves put Dean on edge.

When the Wendigo finally appeared, it came out of nowhere, its speed as terrifying as ever. Dean and Y/N worked in sync, herding it toward Sam’s trap. Y/N moved with precision, her shotgun blasting rounds that slowed the creature just enough for Dean to get a clear shot with the flare gun. The Wendigo let out an ear-piercing scream as it burst into flames, its charred remains crumpling to the forest floor.

Afterward, as they regrouped near the Impala, Dean handed Y/N a bottle of water, his expression unreadable. “You did good out there,” he said finally.

Y/N smirked, taking a long sip. “Was there ever any doubt?”

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe a little.”

Sam, watching the exchange from the other side of the car, rolled his eyes. “You guys are insufferable.”

“Jealous much?” Y/N teased, winking at him.

With every hunt, Dean learned to trust Y/N more. He still worried—he couldn’t help it—but he started to see her as an equal. She wasn’t someone he had to shield from the world’s dangers; she was someone who faced those dangers head-on, right beside him.

And it wasn’t just about her skill in the field. Y/N brought a new energy to their team. She had a way of balancing out their dynamic—keeping Sam from spiraling into over-analyzing and pulling Dean back when his stubbornness threatened to derail a plan. She wasn’t afraid to call them out, to challenge their ideas, and it made them all better hunters.

One of their toughest hunts as a trio was a vampire nest in a small Midwestern town. The nest was larger than expected, and they quickly realized they were outnumbered. The plan to hit hard and fast turned into a prolonged fight, and tensions were high as they regrouped in an abandoned barn to strategized.

“We need to lure them out,” Sam said, scanning the map spread across the dirt floor.

“Yeah, but how?” Dean muttered, pacing back and forth. “We don’t have enough firepower to take them all at once.”

“I’ll be the bait,” Y/N said, her voice cutting through the tension.

Dean froze, turning to her with a look that could’ve melted steel. “Absolutely not.”

“Dean—”

“No,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “We’ll figure something else out.”

“We don’t have time,” Y/N argued, standing her ground. “I can handle it. You’ll be right there, ready to take them out.”

Dean stared at her, his jaw clenching. He hated the idea, but he knew she was right. Finally, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. But if you get so much as a scratch—”

“I won’t,” she said with a small smile. “You’ve got my back, remember?”

The plan worked. Y/N lured the vampires into the open, her quick thinking and agility keeping her just out of their reach until Dean and Sam swooped in, taking out the nest with brutal efficiency. By the end of the night, they were exhausted but triumphant, the adrenaline of the fight still coursing through their veins.

As they loaded the Impala, Dean turned to Y/N, his expression softer than usual. “You scared the crap out of me back there.”

She smiled, stepping closer to him. “But we got the job done.”

Dean nodded, his lips twitching into a small smile. “Yeah, we did.”

Hunting together wasn’t just about taking down monsters. It was about trust, about knowing that no matter what, they had each other’s backs. Over time, Dean stopped seeing Y/N as someone he needed to protect and started seeing her as a partner. She wasn’t just part of their team—she was part of their family.

For Y/N, hunting with the Winchesters was more than she ever thought it could be. It was tough, grueling, and sometimes terrifying, but it was also fulfilling. She wasn’t just surviving anymore. She was fighting for something bigger than herself, with people who believed in her.

And for Dean, that made all the difference.

Life in the bunker wasn’t all high-stakes hunts and adrenaline-filled battles. In the lulls between cases, when the world seemed to pause just long enough for them to catch their breath, the quiet moments began to define their days. These were the times that brought something new and unexpected into Dean’s life: peace.

Dean wasn’t a morning person, but lately, waking up didn’t feel like such a chore. Most mornings, he woke to find Y/N tangled in the sheets beside him, her face softened by sleep. It was the kind of image he never thought he’d be lucky enough to see—a moment of pure, unguarded intimacy.

Sometimes, she’d wake up before him, and he’d find her in the kitchen, already brewing a pot of coffee. One particular morning, Dean wandered in, still groggy, to find Y/N perched on the counter, her legs swinging as she read one of Sam’s research books.

“Morning, sunshine,” she teased, handing him a mug as he approached.

Dean smirked, leaning against the counter beside her. “You’re way too chipper for this early.”

“Someone’s gotta balance out your grumpy,” she quipped, taking a sip of her coffee.

He shook his head, chuckling softly. “You’re lucky you make good coffee.”

“Lucky? Please. You’d drink it even if it was terrible,” she teased, nudging him with her foot.

“Yeah, probably,” he admitted with a grin. Moments like this, filled with teasing and warmth, became his new favorite way to start the day.

The war room, once reserved for research and strategy, had taken on a new role in their lives. The old projector, which had been gathering dust in a storage room, was now their go-to for impromptu movie nights.

One evening, after a long and grueling hunt, Y/N declared that they needed a break. “No monsters. No research. Just a movie and some junk food,” she insisted.

Sam had been skeptical at first, but the promise of popcorn and a chance to unwind won him over. Dean, though, had immediately backed the idea, mostly because he loved the idea of kicking back with Y/N pressed against his side.

They sat on the old couch in the war room, a mismatched collection of snacks spread across the table. Y/N had curled up beside Dean, her head resting on his shoulder as they watched Jaws. She’d laughed at how seriously he took the film, critiquing every decision the characters made.

“Why would they go out there without backup?” Dean muttered, shaking his head.

“Dean, it’s a movie,” Y/N said, grinning up at him. “You’re not supposed to think that hard about it.”

“Yeah, well, if they thought like me, maybe they wouldn’t be shark food,” he shot back, smirking.

Sam groaned from the other side of the couch. “Can we just watch the movie without the running commentary?”

Dean threw a piece of popcorn at him, laughing when Sam dodged it. The sound of Y/N’s laughter, warm and unrestrained, filled the room, and for a moment, Dean let himself forget about the world outside. He let himself feel happy.

Sometimes, when the bunker felt too quiet, Dean and Y/N would take late-night drives in the Impala. The cool night air, the hum of the engine, and the familiar tunes of Led Zeppelin or CCR on the radio created a bubble of calm where they could just… be.

On one such night, Dean glanced over at Y/N as she leaned her head against the window, the passing streetlights casting a soft glow on her face.

“You good?” he asked, his voice cutting through the low volume of the radio.

She turned to him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About?” he prompted, his hand resting lightly on the gear shift.

“About how different this feels,” she admitted, her voice quiet. “Not the hunting or the monsters. Just… this. Being with you.”

Dean’s grip on the wheel tightened slightly, her words hitting him in a way he hadn’t expected. “Different good, I hope?”

“Yeah,” she said, her smile widening. “Different good.”

He nodded, a faint smile crossing his lips. “Good. ‘Cause, uh… it feels different for me too.”

She reached over, her hand brushing against his arm before settling on his thigh. “You’re a softie, Winchester.”

“Don’t let it get out,” he said, smirking. “I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

Not every night was filled with conversation or laughter. Some nights, they simply lay together in comfortable silence, the world outside the bunker forgotten. Dean would hold Y/N close, his hand lazily tracing patterns on her back as she rested her head on his chest.

It was during these moments, when the weight of the day had melted away, that Dean felt most at peace. Y/N’s presence was grounding, her steady breathing lulling him into a sense of calm he hadn’t felt in years.

“You make this easier,” he confessed one night, his voice barely audible in the dark room.

Y/N lifted her head to look at him, her brows furrowing slightly. “What do you mean?”

Dean hesitated, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “All of it. Life. The hunts. Hell, just getting through the day. You make it easier.”

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You do the same for me.”

These quiet moments weren’t just a break from the chaos of their lives—they were transformative. They reminded Dean that there was more to life than the hunt. That he could have something good, something worth holding onto.

And as the months passed, those quiet moments became the foundation of something he’d never thought possible: hope.

The bunker had always been a place for work—a headquarters, a safe haven between hunts, a cold and utilitarian fortress designed for one thing: war. But with Y/N’s presence, it began to feel like something Dean never thought he could have: a home.

Moving forward didn’t mean leaving the life of a hunter behind, but it meant reframing what the future could look like. For the first time, Dean wasn’t just thinking about the next hunt or the next monster. He was thinking about what came after.

It wasn’t an immediate transition. Dean still had his moments of doubt, moments when the familiar walls he’d built around himself threatened to snap back into place. He was used to living in survival mode, used to keeping people at arm’s length because getting too close meant risking heartbreak. But Y/N had a way of pulling him out of that. She didn’t force him to change; she simply gave him a reason to.

One evening, after a hunt, the three of them sat around the kitchen table, sharing a rare home-cooked meal—something Y/N had insisted on. Dean had scoffed at the idea at first, claiming burgers and beer were all he needed, but the smell of roasted chicken and mashed potatoes had quickly changed his tune.

As they ate, Y/N laughed at one of Sam’s stories about an ill-fated college party, and Dean found himself just watching her, the way her eyes lit up, the way her laughter filled the room. It hit him then: this was what moving forward looked like. Not the constant chaos of hunting, but moments like this—moments of calm, of connection.

“You good?” Y/N asked, noticing the way he’d gone quiet.

Dean nodded, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

“Dangerous,” Sam muttered with a smirk, earning a glare from Dean.

“Shut up, Sammy,” Dean shot back, but there was no heat in his tone.

For so long, Dean had avoided thinking about the future. In their line of work, the future was never guaranteed, and dreaming about it felt like tempting fate. But with Y/N in his life, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to what could be.

One night, as they lay in bed, Y/N resting her head on his chest, Dean found himself speaking the thoughts he’d always kept buried.

“Do you ever think about what it’d be like to… you know, not hunt?” he asked, his voice hesitant.

Y/N tilted her head to look up at him, her expression curious. “Sometimes. Why?”

Dean shrugged, his hand absently tracing patterns on her arm. “Just wondering. I mean, don’t get me wrong, hunting’s what I do. It’s what I’ve always done. But sometimes, I think… maybe there’s more out there, you know?”

Y/N smiled softly, her fingers brushing against his chest. “There is. And if you ever decide you want to find it, I’ll be right there with you.”

Her words settled something deep inside him, a reassurance he hadn’t known he needed. “Thanks,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“For what?” she asked.

“For making me believe it’s possible,” he said quietly.

Moving forward didn’t mean leaving the hard days behind. There were still hunts that didn’t go as planned, losses that weighed heavy, and moments when the darkness felt overwhelming. But now, Dean didn’t face those days alone.

After a particularly tough hunt, Dean sat in the garage, a beer in hand as he stared at the Impala. The hunt had gone south, and though they’d survived, it hadn’t been without casualties—a family who’d been caught in the crossfire, their lives forever changed.

Y/N found him there, her footsteps soft as she approached. She didn’t say anything at first, just sat down beside him, her shoulder brushing against his.

“Rough one,” she said finally, her voice gentle.

Dean nodded, his jaw tight. “Yeah.”

They sat in silence for a while, the weight of the hunt hanging between them. Finally, Y/N reached over, taking his hand in hers. “You did everything you could, Dean.”

“Didn’t feel like enough,” he admitted, his voice rough.

“It was,” she said firmly. “You saved lives today. Don’t forget that.”

Her words didn’t erase the guilt, but they made it easier to bear. He turned to her, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“Anytime,” she said, squeezing his hand.

For Sam, seeing Dean and Y/N together had been an adjustment at first. He wasn’t used to seeing his brother like this—so open, so… happy. But over time, he came to appreciate the change. It was good for Dean. Hell, it was good for all of them.

One night, as the three of them sat around the table, Y/N teasing Dean about his overuse of nicknames, Sam found himself smiling. This was family—not the one they’d been born into, but the one they’d built together.

“You know,” Sam said, leaning back in his chair, “I think this might be the closest we’ve ever come to normal.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Normal? Us? Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious,” Sam said, his tone earnest. “This… it feels good.”

Dean glanced at Y/N, who was watching him with a soft smile, and for once, he didn’t argue. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “It does.”

Moving forward wasn’t about abandoning their past—it was about building something new on top of it. The hunts continued, the dangers persisted, but so did the moments of joy, the quiet laughter, the small victories that made it all worthwhile.

For Dean, moving forward meant letting himself hope. Hope that he could have a life beyond the hunt. Hope that Y/N would still be there beside him, no matter what. And for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t afraid to take that step.

“Here’s to the next hunt,” Dean said one night, raising his beer as he sat beside Y/N on the couch.

“And the next quiet night,” Y/N added, clinking her glass against his.

“And everything in between,” Sam said, smiling as he joined them.

Dean looked at his brother and the woman he loved, his chest tightening with something he could only describe as gratitude. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Everything in between.”

It wasn’t a moment Dean had planned for—hell, he’d spent months avoiding even thinking about the words, let alone saying them. But, like most things in his life, it happened in the middle of chaos, when everything else seemed to be falling apart.

They’d been tracking a ghoul that had taken up residence in a desolate town on the edge of nowhere. What should have been a straightforward hunt turned into a nightmare when the ghoul turned out to be part of a pack. The three of them were separated in the melee, the sound of growls and shouts echoing through the abandoned factory where the creatures had made their lair.

Dean had barely managed to take down one of the ghouls when he heard it—Y/N’s voice, sharp with pain, followed by a crash. His heart leapt into his throat as he spun toward the sound, his boots pounding against the concrete floor as he ran.

“Y/N!” he shouted, his voice raw.

He found her in one of the upper levels of the factory, cornered by two ghouls. Her shoulder was bleeding, but she held her ground, her machete raised as she squared off against the creatures.

Dean didn’t hesitate. He fired his shotgun, the salt rounds hitting one of the ghouls square in the chest. It stumbled, giving Y/N just enough time to take out the second one with a swing of her blade.

The remaining ghoul lunged at Dean, and he met it head-on, slamming it against the wall before driving his knife into its chest. It let out a final, guttural snarl before going limp, collapsing to the floor in a heap.

Dean turned to Y/N, his chest heaving, and rushed to her side. “Are you okay?” he demanded, his hands hovering over her as if he didn’t know where to start.

“I’m fine,” she said, though her voice wavered slightly. “It’s just a scratch.”

“Bullshit,” he snapped, his eyes flicking to the blood staining her jacket. “You’re hurt.”

“Dean,” she said, reaching out to grab his arm. “I’m okay. Really.”

His jaw clenched as he looked at her, his heart still racing from the fear that had gripped him moments earlier. “You scared the hell out of me,” he admitted, his voice low.

Y/N’s expression softened, and she squeezed his arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Dean let out a shaky breath, his hand brushing against her cheek. “You can’t do that to me, Y/N. You can’t… you can’t get hurt like that. I can’t—” He broke off, his voice catching.

“Dean,” she said softly, her gaze searching his.

“I can’t lose you,” he said finally, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. “I can’t. I’ve lost too many people, and if something happened to you…”

Y/N placed her hand over his, grounding him. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said firmly. “I promise.”

Later that night, after the hunt was over and they were back at the bunker, Dean couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d come to losing her. The thought gnawed at him, twisting his stomach into knots.

He found her in the kitchen, wrapping a bandage around her shoulder. She glanced up when he entered, her lips curving into a small smile. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. For a moment, he just watched her, the words swirling in his head. He didn’t know how to say them, but he knew he couldn’t keep them in any longer.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice quieter now.

She turned to him fully, her brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I just… I need to say something.”

She set the bandage aside, her full attention on him now. “Okay.”

Dean hesitated, his hands fidgeting at his sides. He wasn’t used to this—being vulnerable, laying it all out there. But the way she looked at him, patient and steady, made it a little easier.

“I’ve been an idiot,” he said finally, his voice rough. “I’ve been trying to keep things… I don’t know, casual, I guess. Like if I didn’t let myself feel too much, it wouldn’t hurt so bad if something went wrong.”

Y/N’s expression softened, but she didn’t interrupt, letting him get the words out.

“But I can’t keep doing that,” he continued. “Not with you. Because, Y/N, I…” He took a shaky breath, his green eyes meeting hers. “I love you.”

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and raw. For a moment, Dean felt like the ground might drop out from under him. But then Y/N smiled—a soft, radiant smile that made his chest ache in the best way.

“I love you too, Dean,” she said, her voice steady and sure.

He blinked, his breath catching. “You… you do?”

“Of course, I do,” she said, stepping closer and taking his hands in hers. “I’ve loved you for a while now. I was just waiting for you to figure it out.”

Dean let out a shaky laugh, his shoulders relaxing as the tension drained from his body. “Guess I’m slower than I thought.”

“Maybe a little,” she teased, her fingers brushing against his. “But you got there eventually.”

He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

“Guess you’ll just have to keep proving me wrong,” she said with a grin, looking up at him.

Dean chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. It was soft at first, but it quickly deepened, carrying all the emotions he’d been too afraid to voice before. When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, and for the first time in a long time, Dean felt like he could breathe.

From that moment on, things shifted between them. It wasn’t a dramatic change—there were no grand declarations or sweeping gestures. But there was a quiet certainty, a foundation of trust and love that hadn’t been there before.

Dean still worried, still had moments where his fear of losing her crept in. But now, he didn’t bury those fears. He shared them with her, and together, they faced them head-on.

And for the first time in his life, Dean Winchester allowed himself to hope—not just for a future, but for a future with her.

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 205-206

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 40 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Slow Deep Breaths - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Built Differently - A Hearts Embrace - (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Evermore - Part 2 Chp 2 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Finding Home (7) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Indecent Proposal - (4) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 8 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Your Mark On Me - Part 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Taking hands - (Brock x Sinthea) - @nekoannie-chan

Teamwork? - (Steve, Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Mercy: Chapter 1 - (Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers; Curtis Everett; Jake Jensen; Lloyd Hansen; Robert "Mr.Freezy" Pronge) - @stargazingfangirl18

Hold You Tight: Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

No escape - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Steve Vs. the Internet - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Gun for hire (4) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Set in Stone - (Pete x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Home Sweet Home Chp 5 - (Brock/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

I'm your daddy now (3) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Monkey See, Monkey Do – Chapter 16, Part 1 - (Colin S x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

The Fine Print - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Doppelgänger - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

All In - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Wrecked (Part 6) - (Frank C x Reader, Billy R x Reader) - @tuiccim

Fall for Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Mercy 2 - (Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers; Curtis Everett; Jake Jensen; Lloyd Hansen; Robert "Mr.Freezy" Pronge) - @stargazingfangirl18

Home Sweet Home - Chp Six - (Brock/OFC) - @talia-rumlow

Falling in love - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Be myself - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Bring you back - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Hold You Tight: Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chapter 16, Part 2 - (Colin S x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

The Shadows Within - (Hughie Campbell x reader) - @the-soulofdevil

Did I Make You Proud? - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

The Day After - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Change spell - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Accident - (Lloyd x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Life in the Fast Lane - Part 10 - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Don't Like the Cold - (Curtis x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

getting what you want on a rainy spring afternoon - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

On the Edge - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Libya is a Shit Hole - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

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Ballad of the Damned. (Dean Winchester)

→ premise: the one where where the daughter of the Devil's right hand is fighting against every natural inclination to burn the world to the ground. Running from every abuser, and shoving her trauma deep down until she could almost pretend it didn't exist. After five years hidden away from a life of hunting, and fighting, and trying to prove to her family that she could be good, the call of the life is practically forced back upon her when a dream of her demise forces her best friend's boyfriend to invite her along on a road trip to find his father, the monster she'd soon learn was more than a bit responsible for the role she'd play in the end of the world, and the harrowing, horrifying death waiting for her at the end of the line. (▬▬ Though of course, this certain death would have to get through Dean Winchester first, who despite claiming that Shauna Harvelle was 'absolutely not his problem', would rather throw himself into the bowels of hell a million times over before allowing anyone to make her into the monster she'd been bred to become.) .

→ pairing: dean winchester x fem!original character! (though it will be posted on tumblr as x reader so that more people can enjoy it )

→ warnings: angst <3 , based off 'iris' by the googoo dolls, 'wildflower' by billie eilish, 'haunted' by beyonce, 'two birds' by regina spektor, 'head over heels' by tears for fears, 'everybody wants to rule the world' also by tears for fears, 'bring me to life' by evanescence, 'bloody mary + judas' by lady gaga and 'sailor song' by gigi perez. this is quite literally a horrible, terrible story full of hurt and trauma, but there's a happy ending pls give me a chance aha.

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→ a/n: idk if this is pathetic, posting about a wattpad fic on tumblr, but i know that tumblr has a very big chunk of the spn fandom, and i wanted to stop being so weird and nervous about writing and just share it because i'm proud of it. <3

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 and 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 were an unlikely duo, and unexpected surprise that came about after a year and a half of saving each other's lives, and more importantly protecting Sam Winchester like it was their sole purpose for existing on Earth (▬▬ and to Dean, it had always sort of felt that way.)  Shaun was gentle, having had four years with Sam to learn him as the adult Dean had never met. She was annoyingly sweet towards the younger Winchester, oftentimes getting him in a way Dean didn't. If he was honest, it was the most annoying part of their whole arrangement, feeling like the stranger with his brother.

She called him Sammy, and he never had any quips or qualms about it, and when he'd fall asleep in the front seat of the impala, she'd slip black scrunchies from her wrists and make ponytails in the shaggy mop of hair he'd sported, and she never once received more than a playful eye roll. And she talked, a lot. Talked about anything and nothing at all, she was annoying, Dean knew that from the very first night they'd met. She grated on every single nerve he had, and seemed so oblivious to just how unwanted her presence was. 

She laughed too loud, ate too slow, asked too many questions. Dean thought she slowed them down. Sam believed she forced them to be more careful.

But Dean didn't need to be careful, he needed for his brother to focus, and for the two of them (not the three of them) to find their missing father. Shaun Harvelle,who Sam always called Shaunie in the very same way Dean had always called him Sammy, was a roadblock. She was weird, borderline creepy with the way she was always the last one down at night, and the first one up in the morning. She wasn't forthcoming about her past, and could hardly explain why she as a 'supposed civilian' could take down a Wendigo like a seasoned hunter. 

She was a freak, to that Dean could be sure. (but she was in good company with him and Sam in that regard.) 

She wasn't a monster though. He knew that almost as much as he knew anything else. She was likely the bane of his existence, the one person he hated most in the world, but she was no monster. It didn't matter how much anyone tried to convince him otherwise, because no monster could take care of Sammy the way she did. No monster could tolerate him, and all his aggressively overprotective methods the way she did. Monsters were monsters, they couldn't be both good and bad, and while he could admit Shauna Harvelle was full of a lot of bad, he would light up the entire world if only to proclaim she was still the best of all of them. 

               𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 Dean had been taught to kill the monsters, and save the people. He learned how to protect, how to kill, how to be a damn good hunter. That sort of upbringing came with a few hard lessons, even harder truths, and pills that oftentimes left bitter lumps in their wake when they were forced to be swallowed. One such truth was the one that reminded Dean to never ever forget that a monster could not change. A monster could not be saved, and could not be fixed. There were no exceptions, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. If a monster was before him, it was his duty, his obligation to waste them, to send them packing.

Because a monster, no matter how docile, or innocent looking could not be trusted. 

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍 was one of those monsters. With her big brown doe-eyes that made it impossible to tell her no, and that annoyingly charming way she would scrunch up her nose when confused, or annoyed, or distracted. Or the stupid stupid way she smiled and made you forget that she was deadly. She was sirenic, alluring, and outright dangerous, but more than that she was settled snugly in the hearts of not one, but two Winchesters, which meant that no matter how many times someone exclaimed that she was making way for the devil's reign, Sam and Dean would go to the ends of the Earth to prove them wrong.

His father had said it on more than one occasion, something-something about a daughter of a friend that happened to be the spawn of a demon, and a nasty one at that. It wasn't like Dean had ever caught her name, wasn't like he'd ever really paid much attention to when his father mentioned other children to him. He had never even laid eyes on her, never listened closely enough to know exactly who this girl was, but the disgust, the disdain that stirred up in his father's eyes at the mention of this unnamed 'little demon girl' never left his mind. It was always enough to remind Dean that there was no room for mercy in hunting. 

(Unlucky enough for him, he never had a real chance to protect himself from the snares of Shauna, she'd been entwined with him from the start. Even when he didn't know it yet. ) 

When he first got into the impala going speeds that should have gotten him a ticket, his goal was to grab his brother, and for the two of them to find their missing father. What he never accounted for, was for Sam to demand that some prissy, talkative, half-pint accompany them on this road trip of a lifetime. She wasn't family, she wasn't anything, just some girl he assumed Sam must have had the hots for deep down, so of course his answer is a resounding no. No strangers in the impala, and definitely no civilians in their personal family business.   

If he had been smarter, luckier, maybe a bit more persuasive, he might have stood a chance. He might have been able to keep him (and Sam) from a lifetime of heartache, trauma, and near-death experiences. But he'd never been the best at saying no to Sam, and that's precisely why for the next year and a half Shaun (who Sam always called Shaunie in the very same way Dean had always called him Sammy) sat in the backseat of the impala offering her two-cents even when it wasn't needed. It was why songs like 'Everybody Wants to Rule The World', and 'Total Eclipse of the Heart',  streamed from the impala more often than not.

Because he never stood a chance against her, and even with all the facts right there in his face, he couldn't find it in himself to give a damn. If Shauna Harvelle was poison like they claimed, he'd have no choice but to indulge until it killed him. He knew (the way everyone else seemed to) that no matter how hard he tried, monsters could not be changed, they could not be fixed, and they could not be anything more than monsters. 

Unlucky enough for Shauna (who was prone to self-sacrifice and giving up) and anyone else stupid enough to come after her, him or Sammy, he was crazy enough to look whatever fate tried to impose itself, right in the eyes and scream fuck you loud enough for all three of them.

[zepskies]

The Honorable Choice || Series Masterlist

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC 

Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse.

AN: I got inspired after a recent rewatch of Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron (literally a perfect movie), as well as having Yellowstone in the back of my brain. I thought this idea might be a good fit for @jacklesversebingo.

**Disclaimer: I’ve done extensive research for this one, both on the American Indian Lakota tribe, and on American history during this time in the late 1800s (AKA: the Old West, during the American Indian Wars and the Sioux Wars). Of course, one of my main goals is to avoid inaccuracies, both historical and cultural.

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Series Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Racism, angst, violence, protective Dean, eventual smut, perilous situations, fluff and spice, along with other chapter-specific tags.

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Part 3 - Worthy

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Summary: Dean Winchester has been stripped of his military rank, but he’s living happier with his new wife, trying to adjust to a new life in her tribe. What will it take for her people to accept him, especially when the battle for her heart might not be completely won? 

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The Price of Love (Deanmon)

Summary: you never knew how far-gone Dean had become.

Warnings: angst, deanmon

WC: 935

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The world felt as though it had been shattered.

You stood frozen, staring at Dean’s face—Dean’s demon face, with his blackened, heartless eyes—and it was as though the ground had dropped out from under you. You could barely comprehend the words that had just left his mouth.

The man you loved—the man you had spent years by the side of, fighting, loving, struggling with—was gone.

He wasn’t the same anymore.

Dean Winchester, the man you thought you knew, was now something twisted, something corrupted, something else.

You had seen it in his eyes the moment the change happened. The coldness, the dark glimmer, the sudden absence of the warmth that had once been there. It had started small at first—just a flicker of something wrong—but now, it was undeniable. The demon that had taken him wasn’t just in his body. It had consumed every part of him, every ounce of the man you had loved so deeply.

And you? You had let yourself believe that he still loved you. That he still cared for you, no matter what. After all, you were his family.

But now, standing in front of you, was a monster wearing his face. His voice but twisted with something foreign. “You thought I was in love with you?”

You didn’t want to believe it. You couldn’t.

Dean—your Dean—would never say that.

But the demon inside him had no such qualms.

The demon laughed, a deep, mocking chuckle that made your stomach churn. It was cold, calculated, and it tore through you like a knife.

“You’re pathetic,” the demon spat, voice dripping with disdain. “I never cared about you, not like you think I did. I was just using you, sweetheart. You were convenient. You thought I was your hero, but I was just a warm body to keep you occupied.”

The words cut through you like a blade, each syllable slicing deeper. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him.

“You—you lied,” you gasped, your voice trembling, barely able to hold back the tears. “You—you promised me.”

The demon’s smirk grew, and the sight made your blood run cold. “Promises? You’re as naive as he was. I don’t owe you anything. Not a single damn thing.”

His words were venom, and yet they felt like a slap to your very soul. You could feel the truth of them sinking in, the unbearable weight of everything you had believed being ripped away. The love you thought was real, the trust you had placed in him, the future you had imagined with him—all of it was a lie.

A lie that had been hidden behind that perfect smile, behind that gentle laugh. Behind the man who had held you close and made you feel safe.

But it was all gone now.

You stepped back, as if the physical distance might somehow create a space between you and the crushing reality. You tried to steady yourself, but your legs felt like they could no longer support you. The pain was suffocating, a heavy weight that pressed on your chest, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“You’re not him,” you whispered, more to yourself than to the demon.

“No, I’m not,” the demon agreed smoothly, its eyes gleaming with something dark and cruel. “And I never will be again.”

“Please… please, just let me go.”

The words spilled out in desperation, your voice breaking on the last word. You wanted to run. You wanted to escape the hellish reality in front of you, to wake up from this nightmare where the love of your life was gone, replaced by something evil.

But the demon just smirked again, its eyes narrowing.

“Where are you going to go, sweetheart? No one’s coming to save you.”

You flinched as his words dug deep, but you couldn’t look away. The emotional toll was unbearable, but a part of you still longed for him—the man who used to be Dean. The part of you that clung to the hope that somewhere, deep down, the real Dean was still in there, fighting to break free from the demon’s grasp.

But it was all just a fantasy now.

Dean had been gone for so long, and all that remained was this… thing in his place.

Without thinking, you stepped forward, your voice trembling with what was left of your courage. “I loved you. I would have done anything for you.”

The demon’s eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite place, a brief flash of something familiar before it was gone again. For a moment, there was an almost human-like hesitation in his gaze, as though he was remembering something.

But then, it was gone, and the demon’s expression hardened once more.

“And I never asked you to,” it said coldly.

You closed your eyes, swallowing the sob that was threatening to break free. You wanted to scream, to beg for Dean back, but there was no one left to hear you.

The demon gave you a final look, a smirk still playing on his lips. “You were never important. Just another casualty. Get used to it.”

And then, before you could even react, he was gone.

You stood alone in the empty room, the silence deafening. The weight of his words crushed you, and with it, the realization that you had been nothing more than a tool, a distraction.

You thought you were loved. You thought you mattered.

But it was all a lie.

And now, all you could do was pick up the pieces of your shattered heart and figure out how to survive in a world where the man you had loved—Dean Winchester—was lost to you forever.

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[ribbonsncherries]

The Contract

Warnings: Lots of smut, P in V, Oral (both m and f receiving), BDSM!, Sexual Assault, Stalking, Angst, Alcohol mentions, Dominant and submissive plot, Drug Mentions, Virgin user, mentions of drugs.

Chapter 3

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x inexperienced! User

Summary: When her roommate and work partner gets sick, she is in charge of interviewing famous billionaire businessman Dean Winchester for his new bar's grand opening which leads to a passionate and tumultuous affair where she discovers his dark sexual desires, marked by control and dominance. The one catch? He doesn't do romance.

Based on the trilogy Fifty Shades of Grey.

(4500 words)

Divider credits: @dollywons, @anitalenia, @selysie

The next morning, (y/n) woke up to the sun brushing through the curtains. The sounds of the city burst through the walls. She groaned in pain from the massive hangover that she was stuck with. She turned around in bed to see herself in a hotel room. She doesn’t know where she is, which immediately makes her panic. She sat up and brushed her hair away. She looked on the bedside table to see some Tylenol and orange juice waiting for her with the notes beside them that said “Eat me” and “Drink me.” She took the pill and began chugging the orange juice from wanting something more than alcohol in her system. While chugging the juice, she heard a keypad sound from a short distance, almost as if someone was trying to get in. She got up from the bed and grabbed a vase. Lo and behold, Dean Winchester shows up with takeout boxes in his hand in a casual black tee and jeans. “Good morning (y/n).” He said casually. “It’s you? she asked, still holding the vase. He approached her slowly, “Surprised?” he said with a smirk, “How are you feeling?” He asked, his hand wrapped around her wrist. He brought down the arm that had the expensive vase. “What..?” she responded, still confused and intimidated by how close he was to her. She had to look up at him from how tall he was, his broad shoulders seemed to look down upon her. 

“I asked how you’re feelin’ sweetheart,” he asked once more. (y/n) nodded, “A lot better thanks…” She carefully snuck past him and sat down on the bed; she realized her clothes were much different, Her clothes she was wearing yesterday were carefully folded on a chair. She looked down again and saw she was wearing a regular white shirt that was a little too big for her, and when she realized she had no pants, she immediately covered herself with the sheets. “Did you put me in here?” she asked, looking around towards him. She saw him with the takeout box and fork; he started chewing on some bacon and eggs. “Mm-hmm.” he hummed. Dean sat down on a small sofa next to the bed, he began taking a clean fork and put down some toast and eggs on a new plate. “And you undressed me?” she asked confused.

Dean looked up at her while still chewing, “Didn’t have much of a choice, darlin’ it was either that or puke-stained jeans and shirt.” he said. (y/n) immediately had her hands over her mouth in shock. “Oh my god…” she mumbled to herself. Dean then got up from the sofa and carried a plate to her; he placed it on her covered lap, along with a fork and napkins. He sat down on the sofa and continued eating like nothing. (y/n) looked around the hotel room and saw she was in the only bed, and the sofa he was on was way too small to fit anyone. “Where did you sleep?” she asked. Dean gestured his hand next to her; she saw a messy side next to her with the blankets messed up. “Oh god did we…?” she trailed along. Dean immediately shook his head, 

“No, Necrophillia's not my thing,” he said immediately. (y/n) took a deep breath, “So we just slept…got it.”  (y/n) awkwardly saw the plate of toast and eggs on her lap and picked up the toast Dean got up and went to a different room, he came back a few seconds later with a fresh clean folded clothes, “I asked Benny to bring you some new clothes,” he stated putting them next to her on the bed. “Thank you, you didn’t really have to do that,” she said quietly. She continued eating her toast slowly with a slight hesitation. “I did, you shouldn’t have drank like that in the first place,” he grumbled. Dean began drinking his cup of orange juice when some had spilled onto his shirt. “Shit,” he mumbled, he took off his black shirt leaving (y/n) a whole view of his chiseled toned chest with a unique tattoo. “W-well, I like to test my limits when it comes to alcohol,” she said chewing on her toast. 

His eyes roamed at her with a grumble, “Test your limits…you put yourself at risk last night.” He said. He began to place his hands on the bed and began slowly making his way toward her, almost like a lion reaching for a lamb. “I know…” (y/n) said softly, mesmerized by Dean, she couldn’t move or get away, it was like she was trapped. Softly in a low tone, he said, “If you were mine, you would be able to move from the bed, let alone walk…” he got closer and closer to her. “Huh?” she said quietly, not knowing what to say. Dean leaned lower to her hand and bit the rest of the toast off, he looked up at her and held her hand, then began sucking the powder off her fingers slowly. Her breath hitched, and she immediately tried hiding the fact her thighs were clenched together.

He looked down at her with his piercing green eyes. “I’m gonna go take a nice shower, don’t wait up,” he said before getting up from the bed and gathering his clothes. (y/n) let out a long breath before turning her head towards him. “Dean, why did you bring me here?” she asked. He came out of the other room and looked at her, “You’re here because I’m incapable of leaving you alone.” she looked up at him up and down, “Then don’t…you didn’t want me with you anyways, why did you send me that album and shawl anyways? Pity or something?” she asked. Dean came closer to her “I thought because of the way I acted towards you I owed you an apology.” 

“For what,” she stated. Dean sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her. “For letting you believe that…” he took a deep breath. “Listen, I don’t do romance, I don’t do the hand holding, movies, dinner.” “Why?” she questioned. “My tastes are very particular; you wouldn’t understand if I told you,” he said. “Try me. Enlighten me for all I care,” was all she could say. Dean brushed his rough hand on her cheek and then to her lips. Her eyes try to mimic the stare he gives him. 

After a few hours, Dean had already showered and was in fresh, new, casual clothes. (y/n) came out of the bathroom in the clothing that Benny had picked out. “Tell your friend he’s got good taste,” she said. She looked forward to seeing Dean writing some stuff down in his notebook. (y/n) gathered her clothes while Dean stood up and leaned on the desk. “What are you doing later, darlin’?” he asked. “Well, I have to go to my job till either 8 or 9, but besides that, nothing. Why?” she asked. Dean could only look her up and down. “I’ll have Benny pick you up,” he said. He came a little closer to her and softly touched her hair down to her lips. “The way I kill a million monsters to be able to kiss those lips,” he said. (y/n) looked up and stood still “I think I would like that too.” she said softly. Dean backed his hand away “I’m not going to touch you…at least not until I have your written consent.” he said. She tilted her head (y/n). “Written?” she asked, confused. “I’ll explain later, cmon let's get you home,” he said to her. 

As they both got on the elevator, (y/n) backed up to the back of the elevator while Dean stood beside her, “fuck the contract.” he said before immediately beginning to roughly kiss (y/n). Her hands were on his shoulders, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her while his other hand was down to her waist. Just as (y/n) was about to softly release a moan, the ting of the elevator alerted them. They both got away from each other and acted like nothing happened. (y/n) released a few short breaths and calmly combed her hair with her fingers before the door opened to businessmen. Dean looked down at her and smirked. 

When (y/n) and Dean got to her apartment, (y/n) heard music coming from inside. As she opened the door, they both widened their eyes to see Sam and Jessica halfway naked on the couch. Sam and Jessica immediately looked up from the couch. (y/n) turned her head to look away. “Samuel you dog, he had a good time last night. Clearly.” Dean said to (y/n), who was still looking away. “Dean shut it,” Sam said, picking up his pants. Jessica laughed as she looked at the situation. “Hey, you must be (y/n),” Sam said, holding his hand for (y/n) to shake. She awkwardly shook it “Nice to meet you.” she said. “Yeah, sorry for meeting me like this. I got a little sidetracked,” he said looking over at Jessica. (y/n) smiled “Oh no, it’s ok.” 

“Sammy, find your shoes, and let's get goin'.” Sam and Jessica had one more goodbye kiss before telling her, “Later, darlin’.” Sam then walked away from her to leave the apartment. “I’ll make sure to email you if anything comes up. You can also email me whenever you want to. I’ll see you tonight,” Dean said. (y/n) took a deep breath “My computer is acting weird; I can’t use it.” she said. “Alright, you have my number. Call me whenever you can. Later, darlin’,” he said, mimicking Sam, he then left the apartment and closed the door. “So Sam seems like a nice guy.” (y/n) giggled. 

“Nooo, don’t even start with that. If you’re seeing him again that means something must’ve happened.” Jessica teased. (y/n) could only sigh and walk slowly to her room tossing her house keys to the small bowl where Jessica’s were. “(y/n) you have to tell me what happened!” She squealed. “We have to get ready for work Jess!” she ignored the questions and kept going. “No, no, no, (y/n), I’m your best friend even if it’s TMI, just spill.” she encouraged. (y/n) smiled “You really wanna know?” Jessica nodded excitedly expecting (y/n) to say they had sex when in reality she said “We just kissed.” She nodded expecting more to come out of her. “Uh huh and then.”

“And then what? That was it,” she said. “That’s it?! Only once?! That's super weird.” (y/n) could only hum a yes. She began walking down the small hallway, “And I can tell that’s a new shirt, You never dress in those colors.” she said. 

(y/n) was typing away once again, focusing sternly on her computer, Jenna her secretary came in with a smile. “Hey (y/n), I made some lunch for myself last night and accidentally made too much. Thought you might want some, it’s your favorite.” she smiled. (y/n) took the container from her hands. “Thanks, Jen.” Before Jenna was about to leave she remembered something, “Oh I almost forgot your mom sent messages.” Jenna began going through the small sheets of paper. “She said ‘(y/n) I hope you’re doing well, Richard and I miss you and we came to tell you that Flora is graduating middle school in June and we would like you to come to the graduation party. Hugs and Kisses Mom and Richard.” (y/n)’s face scrunched, “As much as I love Flora’m not sure how to feel about the step monster” she giggled.

Jenna looked at her with her eyebrow up. “(y/n) I’m saying this as a friend, man up, I get it Richard kicked you out and your mom never defended you but your sister is 13, she needs her older sister, especially at that age, facetime, and text messaging isn’t enough. Besides you’re a badass editor and journalist for the biggest fashion magazine in the nation.” (y/n) smirked and nodded, “You’re right, I just hated that guy with every bone in my body since I was 16.” she said. “Any other messages Jen?” she asked. “Yes, another from Mr. Winchester.” (y/n)’s eyes widened as she got up, closed the door to her office, and dragged Jenna to her desk to sit down. “What did he say?” she asked. Jenna still a little surprised gave (y/n) the paper to which he wrote down the message. 

Hello, Ms. (l/n). I wanted to follow up regarding the agenda we discussed during our last meeting. As we agreed, it’s crucial to ensure we stay on track with the upcoming deliverables. I’ve attached the updated project plan, which includes all the necessary timelines and responsibilities.

Let me know if there’s anything else you need from my side before we proceed.

Best regards, Dean Winchester.

“Everything ok (y/n)?” asked Jenna. “Me? Oh yeah yeah, I’m fine. Is that all the messages?” she asked. Jenna nodded rapidly and got up from the chair to the door, “Thanks for lunch by the way.” (y/n) said. “Anytime.” (y/n) looked at the small sheet of paper and smiled. 

When she got out of work, Benny was standing next to a black car with tinted windows. (y/n) smiled and walked up to him, “Hi, Benny. Where’s Dean?” she asked. “He will be meeting us at your destination,” he said as he opened the car door. She climbed inside before saying thank you. As they made their way to a corporate office building Benny helped her out as he led her to an elevator. (y/n) ran her fingers through her hair in nervousness. As they reached the top her eyes widened when she saw a helicopter but no Dean. “I thought he was meeting us at our destination.” asked (y/n). As they began walking towards the helicopter Benny leaned a little to her ear and whispered “Don’t tell him I said this but Mr. Winchester is a bit of a wimp when it comes to flying.” He said. (y/n) looked up to him and smirked. “Do you know where I’m going?” she asked him. “You’ll see.” he sighed. (y/n) was being helped by the pilot to buckle in and adjust the headset on her head.

As they flew she was amazed by the sights of the city. The beautiful lights and buildings that look like they are coming up at her. When they landed there he was, Dean, was wearing a casual-looking tux with a white dress shirt with a regular black blazer. When the Helicopter had stopped the engine Dean went up to the doors and saw (y/n) coming down the helicopter, he took her hand as he led her downstairs. 

She walked down a dim hallway into a penthouse. Her steps are the only sound echoing along the room. Dean separated from her and went to a wine cellar only a few meters away. (y/n) curiously let herself wander around. She saw rows of guitars, some electric, and lots of acoustic. She ran her fingers softly along the strings. “You play a lot?” she asked turning towards him, he had wine glasses and a bottle of a newly unopened wine. “Yes, I’ve been playing for as long as I can remember,” he said. He placed the two wine glasses down on a glass table. But when she saw him opening and pouring the wine, there were sheets of paper gathered in a single spot on the table, curiosity took over and she came up to him slowly. “What’s this?” she asked. “It’s a nondisclosure agreement,” he said as he finished pouring the wine and sat down next to her at the head of the table. “To summarize it that means you can’t tell anyone anything about us. To anyone.” (y/n) looked up at him as she clicked the pen. “I don’t say anything other than ‘he was alright.” Her eyes looked into his for a quick moment before the sounds of the pen scratching the paper were lilting to their ears. She set the pen down and looked at him “What now..?” she asked softly.

She was still nervous, afraid to say something wrong that might upset him and kick her out. He leaned forward towards her and told her “Two things, I don’t make love…second I make pleasure, I fuck hard and rough to a point you won’t know your name and can only scream out mine.” she swallowed and let out a soft breath, all she could do was nod and look at him. He got up from the seat and offered his hand for her to take. “I’ll show you,” he said. (y/n) looked at his hand for a quick moment before taking it. He led her down the long hallway before stopping at a door. He looks at her and says “It’s important to know you can leave at any time and the both of will never talk of this again.” He said. (y/n) was confused for a moment, “What’s in there?” she asked. “I said I control people, I like it when people do my bidding, what's beyond here, lies upon that statement. Just know the helicopter is on standby to take you whenever you want to go.” 

“I can handle it, Dean open the door,” she said sternly. Dean looked into her eyes for a quick moment making sure she was serious, he took a deep breath before inserting a key into the door and turning it for the door to unlock. When he opened the door and stepped inside she was surrounded by darkness before he turned on the lights. The room was red and dim like his bars but inside lay toys..sex toys. “Oh my god,” she said under her breath. There wasn’t your typical dildo or vibrator. More like whips, buckles, and handcuffs, As she began walking around her eyes ran along the red room, or ‘playroom’ as Dean likes to call it. “Please, say something,” Dean said. She stopped at a row of whips lined along the wall. “Do women do this to you or-”

“No, I do this to women,” he said in a low tone voice, “with women, women who want me to.” he clarified. She started making her way around as he followed right behind her. “So what are you?” she asked turning to him curiously. “I’m a dominant,” he said. “What does that even mean?” she asked.

“It means I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me, and follow everything I say, to please me,” he said. (y/n) scoffed in shock, “To please you? Are there rules for this or something?” she said sarcastically, her smile dropped when she saw Dean’s seriousness on his face. “There are rules. If you follow them I’ll reward you, if you don’t you get punished. Simple as that sweetheart.” he said. “So, you’ll punish me, with these?” she asked. Dean simply nodded “Yes.’’

She looked around for one more moment, “So what’s in it for me?” she asked. Dean smiled at her with a grin. “Me,” he said in a low rumble tone. As they got out of the room (y/n) was still concerned yet somehow excited. Dean took her hand as he led her to the back of the hallway he opened another door to a room with a queen-sized bed, a vanity, and a huge window. But she stopped at the record player sitting on the bedside table, it resembled the one her mother broke on purpose since it used to be her dad’s. “Now, if we were to do this…this would be your room, you can decorate it however you like.” She crossed her arms and looked at him “So..you want me to move in with you?” she asked.

Dean shook his head “No, not full-time, only Friday through Sunday. We can negotiate the particulars. You know I don’t sleep with anyone, So I won’t sleep with you, I’ll only be down the hall.” he said. He took her hand in his once more and led her downstairs back to the living room where they sat on a couch. “So what if I decide to back out?” she asked. “I would understand it completely, but as I said, we will never speak of this to anyone ever.” (y/n) looked at him and observed his face before looking back to his eyes, “And…we won’t talk to each other again?” she asked. “No, I don’t do relationships, I told you…It’s just the way I am,” he said. Dean sighed as he looked back at her “I have a contract prepared, it’s all in there, you would review it and we negotiate from there.” he said. 

“Well, what if I’m not sure what to pick?” 

“Well, was there a time you had sex with someone and there was anything that you didn’t like doing?” he asked. She could only clear her throat and looked away. “We have to be honest princess for this to work,” he said. For years (y/n) was a bit embarrassing for her to say she was a virgin. She's done stuff to herself and masturbated a few times but that was it. She's never had time for love and relationship until now. “Well, it’s a bit complicated cause…I” Dean tilted his head in curiosity. “Cause what?” She looked at him once more and said “I haven’t done..it.” she mumbled. Dean was taken aback, “You’re still a virgin?” I just showed you-” 

“I know. I just, I’ve..done some stuff just not that,” she said. Dean leaned in closer to her and took her cheek with his hand. “Men must throw themselves at you, sweetheart,” he said roughly. She looked into his eyes and all she could see was lust. “No one caught my eye,” she responded. Dean leaned forward and kissed her. She had no hesitation to kiss back, Before she knew it Dean helped her up and walked her to his room, “Where are we going?” she asked. 

“We are going to fix this problem.” 

“I’m a problem?” 

He led her to a dark room, it was a regular bedroom, and no sign of the toys in sight. Dean’s hands slowly caressed her body, the lower she went the more he started bending down. His fingers unraveled the buttons on her jeans and brought them down slowly to show her lace panties. He kissed her thighs one at a time, the more he kissed her the closer he got to her wet core. He stood up and slowly lowered her down to sit on the edge of the bed. (y/n) looked up at him as he was doing the work, His fingers looped around the seam of her shirt pulling it up to take it off. As they kissed once more Dean moved his fingers to her back to unclasp her bra that was trapping her breasts underneath the white lace. He pulled the bra forward to take it off her, with her, her breasts now spilled out for him to see. He growled under his breath when he saw them, He leaned into the crook of her neck kissing and nipping at her neck, and (y/n) moved her head away for more access to skin. She moaned at the sensation of him kissing her sweet spot. He backed away and slowly pushed her down to the bed. She lay on the bed as Dean kissed her inner thigh and kissed her cloth-covered puss, his hands running up and down her thighs.

She moaned out his name softly and tilted her head back as she closed her eyes. Dean stood up and removed his shirt showing her once more his chest. He took off his pants and boxers and climbed onto the bed on top of her. He kissed her once more as his hands traced down to the valley of her breasts, to her stomach, then to the edge of her panties. He slowly took them off her and threw them to the floor where their clothes were lying. His hand went up her waist and cupped her breast slowly teasing her nipple. He leaned closer to her, trapping her against him and the mattress, his cock was running along her wet folds and finally, he pushed himself inside her. He let out a sharp gasp from the pain of his thick cock stretching her out. But she couldn’t help herself, she wanted more. Her hands went to his shoulders but he quickly took them off and pinned her hands above her. The sounds of sex were filling the room, “C’mon sweetheart you can take it.” he groaned out. Her back arched in pleasure and the new sensation she was so desperate for. Dean began sliding in and out of her pussy filling the room with squelching sounds from her pussy making contact with him balls deep. “So fucking good f’me.” His hands began tightening around her wrists which were still above her. He began going a little faster which made her tits bounce and her moaning rapidly.

His tip was hitting her g-spot just right she felt a knot in her stomach wanting to unravel. She could feel his cock twitching inside her as he felt her walls tighten. As her orgasm finally let go, liquid came out of her like a faucet. He let go of her wrists before pulling out to spill his cum all over her stomach. His neck leaned back in pleasure before looking down at (y/n) who was panting. He leaned down once more and kissed her softly. “You ok sweetheart?” he asked. She looked at him and nodded. He quickly got up and grabbed a wet towel, cleaning her stomach and her thighs. Quickly she fell asleep. 

She was awoken by the strumming of a guitar. (y/n) looked to her side to see no one but unraveled blankets and sheets. She grabbed a blanket and covered herself before heading outside to see where the music was coming from. She took a peek and saw Dean who was only in sweats strumming a guitar in the middle of the night. (y/n) came up behind him and kissed his neck slowly before going up to his jaw. Dean smirked putting down the guitar and taking off the blanket. He led her to his lap where his hands went up and down her body, he kissed her roughly before picking her up and fucking her once more. The sounds of moans and yelling out his name were all they heard for the next hour before they both fell asleep. 

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I sense a love triangle forming.

Soulmates: Chapter One – Meet the Ackles

Summary: Jensen’s parents visit the Supernatural set for the first time and take a shine to his co-star Ava Broussard.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Ava Broussard (OFC), Donna Ackles, Alan Ackles, Jared Padalecki (mentioned)

Warnings: One mild use of language.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: This hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback and comments are welcome!

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September 2005

Jensen’s mom adored her on sight as she watched Ava filming a scene with Jared. “She’s real pretty, son. It’s a shame she has a fiancé,” Donna said.

“Yeah, I know, Mom,” Jensen sighed with disappointment, and Donna turned towards him with a frown, showing her concern for her son, who clearly had feelings for the beautiful young woman.

Furrowing her brow, she was confused when she saw a soft smile on his lips, but she knew her boy. That kind of smile could only mean one thing; this was more than an innocent crush – way more. Her son was falling in love, and that love was heading this way.

With a knowing smile, she patted his arm as she turned towards where he was looking and saw Ava heading towards them. “Ava, this is my mom, Donna. Mom, this is Ava Broussard,” Jensen said once Ava had reached them.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs Ackles,” Ava smiled a big, beautiful, genuine smile and held her hand out to Donna.

“Oh, don’t Mrs Ackles me! It makes me feel old and look for my mother-in-law. Call me Donna, sweetie and come here! Let me show you how we greet one another in the South,” she said as she pulled Ava into a hug only a mother could give. Ava returned it wholeheartedly with a contented smile on her face. She missed her mom.

“Actually, Mom, Ava is well practised in the ways of the South. She has family in Louisiana,” Jensen said as his dad and Jared approached them.

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Pool Party

Fandom: Supernatural / The Boys

Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: Had this idea when I woke up from bed lol idk I sometimes be getting the randomness ideas either in the shower or waking up from a dream, but I’m not complaining because they turn out to be loved by so many of you 😆

Summary: “Wanna go for a swim?” Just a harmless offer right? Nothing dangerous right?

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Pool Sex, Fingering, Confessions, and once again 18+

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(Y/n) walked back and forth in her home gathering everything she needed for the party and loaded them into her car. Extra bags of chips, couple gallons of sodas, some juice boxes for the little ones, cases of beers for the adults, her famous birthday cinnamon roll lasagna cake, and finally the gift for the birthday girl. Once she was sure everything was packed and ready to go, she grabs her keys, phone, a lollipop and is finally out the door.

The drive to his house was probably 15 to 20 minutes away from her, which was good for many reasons. If he needed a favor she was there in a matter of minutes, if she needed a favor he was there in under 10, maybe 15 if he had the little ones in his truck. Point is, the distance to his house from hers was perfect.

Finally arriving and pulling into the beautiful home, she notices how multiple cars were neatly parked inside the driveway. Some she recognized where some she didn’t, however, she did spy Jared’s red 2021 Ram parked near the entrance of the home and noticed how a reserved sign was near the truck, causing a scoff to escape from her. Of course he’d save a spot for her, he always made her park inside his home rather than out in the streets, said he felt ‘much more comfortable’ knowing her car was visible. Although, despite his dramatic-ness, (Y/n) couldn’t help the way her chest warmed up every time he cared for her. Even if it was the smallest things, her chest warmed up, as well as her heart fluttering uncontrollably. He just had that effect on her.

Once parking, she opens the trunk to start unloading the bags, however, just as she was about to grab the third bag a familiar voice settles beside her before another pair of hands is helping her with the dessert plate.

“Thanks Alan,” She tells Jensen’s father as he walks with her towards the entrance of the home,

“No problem kiddo, figured you needed a hand,”

“You saw me coming in?” She asks as they both make their way towards the kitchen,

He shakes his head, placing the plate on the counter, “Was actually heading towards my car to grab some sunglasses. Suns’ bright today,”

A chuckle leaves her lips as she places the bags on an empty space, “Sure is, heard it’s gonna be a hot one today,”

He shakes his head with a scoff, “It’s aiming for the 90’s,”

(Y/n) chuckles in disbelief. It wasn’t even summer yet and they’re already heading towards a heat wave. Gotta love Austin, Texas.

Heading back towards her car, she shuts the trunk and opens the back seat where the birthday present laid. Which literally engulfed her whole car from how big it is. She’s actually surprised she was even able to see from her rear mirror from how big the damn present was.

“Jesus Christ, you hunt down a bear or somethin?” Alan comments after watching her struggle in taking out a large, really large stuffed bear,

She chuckles as she pulls on the large foot, “Something like that. Went to five different places for this damn thing,”

The older man only chuckles at her with a shake of his head when she finally frees the stuffed bear from her small poor car. How exactly did she manage to stuff a 6 foot bear into her 8 series BMW? She wasn’t sure either, but she made it to the party, which was all that mattered. Locking her car and taking the stuffed bear, that nearly engulfed her, she heads back towards the home. Obviously she had help, Alan grabbed a hold of some part of the bear to prevent it from blocking her sight, otherwise she’d either walk into a wall or tripped over some stairs.

After convincing Alan she’d be able to make it to the living room without killing herself, he chuckles as he makes his way to the backyard just as she carefully makes her way down the small stairs that lead towards the living room, where she planned on leaving the bear for now. As she semi struggled to place the stuffed animal on the ground, that deep familiar voice she loves hearing, rings beautifully in her ears.

“Oh god, you actually got it,” It wasn’t even a question, it sounded more like if he was shocked but not shocked that a 6 foot bear was now being laid in the center of his living room,

A wide smile spreads on her face, even if the large stuffed animal hid it from him as she carefully placed it on the carpeted floor. Turning around with a wide smile, she excitedly points at the teddy.

“Pretty cool huh?” She looks back at the monstrosity, who had a large black bow tie around his neck,

Jensen hums in agreement, even if he definitely did not think so.

The moment JJ had asked for the bear Jensen knew her wish was gonna come true, because knowing (Y/n) all too well he knew she would happily deliver. Especially when she knew Jensen was against the whole idea, but even then, Jensen was never able to say no to either one of them.

“They actually had a bigger one, but that one wouldn’t have fit in my car,”

“How tall was the other one?” He furrows his brows at her, already having a horrifying picture of its height,

She shrugs her shoulders, “About 7 or 8 inches taller,”

Jensen only scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head with a smile tugging on his lips. He will never get tired, or use to her wild imaginations. She was unique, and he loved it.

Slightly grinning at the present she turns around to face the Texan, only to feel her smile widening when she realizes what exactly he’s wearing. A light blue short sleeve with pink mermaids and dolphins laid on top, with black cargo shorts and converse on his feet. He looked absolutely adorable, yet handsome at the same time. He could honestly slay any look without any effort.

“Cute shirt,” She tells him with a smirk,

Sharing the same look on his lips, Jensen looks down at his shirt before looking back at her, “The girls picked it out, so I had no other option,”

A chuckle escapes from her as she walks towards him and lets a forefinger gently prod at a pink mermaid that’s on his stomach, “Don’t lie, you wanted to wear it,”

When she averts her (E/c) eyes up to his apple orbs, she hadn’t realize just how close she was to him. Only a couple inches stood between them as they stared at each other, and it was up to either one of them to reach out to close the gap, but neither made the first move, even if they both shared the same thoughts without even knowing.

As Jensen hovered over her, bright green eyes staring straight down at her own beautiful (E/c) orbs, he had the biggest urge to touch her, taste her lips, he has been for a while now, but restrained himself from doing so. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship for having feelings she most likely didn’t have towards him. But she did. He just didn’t know it.

She’s been sharing the same feelings since the day they first met, which made her feel guilty at first since he was married at the time, but even after he got divorced she didn’t indulge or press on the feelings. It wasn’t the right time nor it was appropriate. The man had just ended his marriage, he was hurt, healing, what he needed was a friend, not someone who was taking advantage of the moment to express her feelings or tell him she ‘was the one’ it would just be selfish and absolute heartbreaking if he’d reject her if it had happened. So instead of letting her feelings take over, (Y/n) became what Jensen needed the most, a friend, and has been ever since.

Nothing changed after that, yeah she still loved him and wished for more, but she also still loved being friends with him. Before (Y/n) even realized her feelings towards the man they were good friends, and now after a couple months later of the divorce their friendship still held strong, which is all she wanted for them.

“Hey Ackles!” The sound of Jared’s voice coming into the room causes them both to break eye contact, “Oh hey (Y/n),”

She smiles at him as he quickly engulfs her small frame with his large arms and pecks the top of her head before pulling away to direct his eyes at Jensen, “Your old man needs more pepper,”

Jensen nods his head, “Alright I’m comin,”

Gently punching his shoulder with a nod, Jared leaves the room. Leaving the space around them to be extremely difficult to breathe for some odd reason, but Jensen was quick to avoid the unsettling tension.

“C’mon,” He motions his head out the living room, “I’m sure the kiddos are dying to see you,”

At his words he lets his fingers interlock with her own, causing her body to go rigid, definitely was not expecting that but shrugs it off by allowing the man to lead her out the room, even if she can walk around his house with eyes closed she still lets him guide her out the house. Once making a quick stop to grab some pepper from the kitchen he leads them out the house, fingers still interlocked with each other until he lets her go out the doors first before following after. He wasn’t going to lie, he was freaking the fuck out when he interlocked their fingers, he thought she’d push him away, curse at him, but watching as she didn’t do anything only made him freak out even more. Did she like it? Or was she uncomfortable that she just allowed it? Or did she actually like holding hands with him? Question after question appeared in his head as he made his way over to his father who was preparing the burgers.

Turning around after giving him the pepper Jensen turns around at the perfect time, from where he stood he watches as she engulfs a squealing JJ into her arms before spinning them both in the center of the yard, causing his heart to flip in his chest at the sight. What makes a smile appear on his lips was the moment she walks towards his other two kids, Zep and Arrow, who also run towards her with wide smiles and open arms. Just the sight alone of her interacting with his kids, treating them as if they were her own and giving them so much love was enough for Jensen to realize, he was madly in love with her.

If only she felt the same way right?

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10:30 pm

After eating multiple burgers, drinking multiple beers and juice boxes, singing happy birthday to the birthday girl, opening her presents and surprising her with the large Teddy, the day was finally coming to an end. Once it had hit 9pm, a lot of the kiddos were absolutely drained from running around the house, or just being in the water all day, that’s including Jensen’s little ones. Once they were all tucked into bed, it was pretty soon when a lot of family members began leaving the party. A couple people still remained, like Jensen’s family, Jared’s family, Misha and his kids stayed for a while before heading off to their hotel since they had an early flight the next day, and other good friends stayed. But once it hit 10pm everyone began parting their ways, only leaving Jared, Genevieve, Jensen’s parents and (Y/n) at the house, where they soon began picking up trash from left to right.

Even if Jensen told everyone to leave it alone and he’ll clean up tomorrow, everybody continued picking up trash from tables and the floor. Causing Jensen to let out a soft chuckle when (Y/n) only shoves him the plastic black bag to hold as she throws in empty beer cans and bottles. Making it look less a mess and easier to deal with the next morning. Once the backyard looked semi decent, and Jensen’s father finished cleaning up the grill, both his parents, Jared and Gen give their farewells before leaving. Once he walked them towards the entrance of the home, Jensen makes his way back to the backyard, where (Y/n) remained piling the trash bags together in one corner.

“Hey c’mon leave that there, I’ll do it myself tomorrow,” Jensen stops her by her wrist as she reaches for another trash bag,

she gives him a smile, “It’s the least I can do, I mean we did trash your house,”

Jensen softly chuckles with a shake of his head, “You already do so much for us.. for them,”

A warm, shy, smile spreads on her face, a smile that Jensen has grown to love.

With the smile still plastered, she shrugs a shoulder, “I love you guys,”

Oh how those words made Jensen feel as if he was floating in the air, like some cheesy romance movie with hearts surrounding them. But even if those words weren’t exactly meant the way he’s taking it, it still sounded absolutely amazing to hear those words fall from her lips. However, little did he know she did mean her words, and she was honestly freaking out when she finally admitted to him.

Green eyes stared into (E/c) ones in silence. Only the sounds of crickets chirping around them was heard. It was honestly peaceful, they both felt at ease as they stared at each other. If it wasn’t for the small fear riding at the back of his head, he would have had her lips on his by now, but the fear still lingered the more he wanted to give in to the urge. Yet, he already was giving into it, he hadn’t realize he still held onto her wrist nor did he realize his thumb was gently rubbing circles on her skin, but once he did, he still didn’t let her go. He craved for her touch, but he wanted to do more than touch her, he wanted to hold her in his arms, feel her warmth day and night.

Which gives him an idea.

“Wanna go for a swim?” He says after a while of silence, motioning his head towards the pool,

(Y/n) chuckles, “At this time?”

Jensen causally shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t see why not?”

A scoff leaves her lips when she watches him walk backwards towards the pool as he keeps their gazes locked with a smirk. He eventually turns and stands on the edge of the pool before discarding his clothes. First his shirt revealing his muscular shoulders, then his shoes, socks, and finally his shorts. (Y/n) should definitely look away, but she just couldn’t. Her eyes were locked on the man’s half naked frame, feeling the way her mouth goes dry the longer she stares. (E/c) eyes roamed his muscular back and down towards his ass that we’re sadly covered by his black briefs.

Slowly, very slowly, she averts her eyes from his bottom to his shoulders once again, but just as she rises her eyes they immediately lock with his. She feels herself go stiff when he catches her staring, causing her face to grow hot. Although, instead of teasing her with a smart ass remark, he just sends her a smirk before diving into the pool. Giving (Y/n) a couple seconds to catch her breath before he emerges from the water. (Y/n) remained standing in her spot as she watches the way droplets of water cover his perfectly shaped face, and the way it had flattened his hair, and definitely not being able to push aside the feeling that forms in between her legs when he slicks his wet hair back.

“C’mon, water feels great,” Jensen tells her, smile slightly tugging on his lips as he keeps himself up float,

Aside from feeling the way her core begins throbbing for this man, she still sends him a scoff, “You’re crazy,”

And making me horny. She mentally thinks to herself.

“You can wear my shirt,” Even if I prefer nothing on you right about now. Jensen thought to himself, still keeping that welcoming smile on his lips,

(Y/n) intakes a deep breath through her nose and let’s it back out through her nose while slightly tilting her head to the side. She hates how he can easily convince her without even trying. With hesitating steps, (Y/n) toes off her shoes along with her socks before making her way towards his shirt. Picking it up she stares at it in her hands and then towards Jensen, who only sends her a wide grin before turning around to give her some privacy while she changes. The moment he does, she quickly slides her jeans down her legs, not catching how he sneaks a glance at her and not knowing how quick his member jolts in his briefs. However, right when she stands from removing her jeans he turns back around and waits patiently until she allows him to look.

Speechless is what happens when his green orbs land on her frame. His shirt was rather large on her frame, making it look like a dress on her, only her smooth legs were exposed to him. She looked absolutely fucking beautiful, breathtaking under the moon light, if it weren’t for the fear and respect he had towards her, he would’ve already had her in his arms.

The look that settles on his face was visible as day, earning a shy smile to form on her lips as she shyly places a strand of hair behind her ear, cheeks burning as he continues to stare at her. Observing her, admiring her frame.

Eventually, she slowly walks towards the edge of the pool where Jensen swims to meet her halfway. Her feet were the first to make contact with the water as she sat on the edge of the pool, it really did feel amazing against her skin, fresh and just the right temperature.

Without a word, Jensen swims towards her, keeping himself upright in front of her, her knees touching his chest as he reaches towards her hips. Gripping onto his firm shoulders as he carefully and effortlessly carries her into the water, not once did they avoid gazes. Bright green and glistening (E/c) orbs kept a firm lock on each other, never parting away from each other, not even after she made it into the water.

“Feel good?” Jensen suddenly whispers, voice laced with thickness, eyes still staring deeply into her own,

A small smile tugs on her lips as she too couldn’t seem to avert her gaze, “Feels good,” she responds to him small smile tugging on the corner of her lips,

Still smiling at her he slowly lets her go, allowing her to swim freely around the pool, green eyes not once averting from frame not even when she dives under the water for a split second. Hell, when she emerges from underneath it was a goddamn sight for him, her beautiful hair slicked back, the moons light shining off her beautiful skin, Jesus.. she is fucking breathtaking. He honest to god doesn’t understand how her previous dickhead of an ex thought it’d be a great idea to go ahead and cheat on her, that stupid idiot doesn’t know what he lost, however, what he will know is she has been found by someone who will most definitely love her like she deserves to be loved, cared for, spoiled and not discriminated.

“You building something back there?” Her soft voice breaks him out of his thoughts, noticing how she leaned against the edge of the pool and staring straight ahead where his next project was under construction,

A soft chuckle leaves his lips as he slowly swims towards her, bare shoulder touching her own, “JJ and the twins want horses,”

He tells her with a defeated sigh, earning a surprised look from her along with a heartfelt chuckle.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up having a whole farm out there,”

Jensen groans with a shake of his head, “Don’t.. don’t encourage them please. I definitely won’t survive, especially when you four gang up on me,”

Another chuckle escapes from her, “I don’t influence nor do I encourage them into anything,” she says as she splashes him,

“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow at her as he continues, splashing her back, “So you didn’t influence them into having a full blown war with those mini nerf guns?”

“Hey, you gotta admit. That was a fun day, besides if I remember correctly you were also apart of that war,” She points out, splashing him once again with water only this time it reaches his face, causing him to close his eyes with a deadpan look,

When he slowly opens his eyes, they lock with her own, a smile slowly spreading on her face as she mumbles an apology to him, but instead of accepting it he lunges at her, causing a small yelp to leave her lips. Yet, before he can wrap his large arms around her she uses her feet to push against the wall to escape from him. Loud giggles are shared as they chase one another in the water, splashing each other, pushing each other until eventually as she was focused on rapidly splashing him with water she didn’t notice how he dove underneath and swam towards her. In matter of seconds another loud yelp with a giggle leaves her lips when she feels the way his large arms wrap around her waist that slightly lifting her out of the water before bringing her back inside.

She emerges from the water throwing profanities at him as she removes wet strands of hair from her face with heartfelt giggles. Displaying a wide grin and letting deep chuckles escape from his lips, Jensen helps removing hair from her face. However, just as he tucks a wet strand behind her ear they lock eyes, bright green emeralds stare straight into her orbs, smile slowly fading as he observes her features, feeling the way his chest becomes heavy, a feeling he can no longer hold in anymore. A feeling he’s been pushing aside for what seemed like ages, a feeling he’s been trying to hide, but now, with her in front of him, skin soaked and illuminating beautifully underneath the moonlight, those eyes he’s fallen dearly for, and that smile that he can never get tired of has him losing the battle.

So slowly and hesitant he cups her cheek with the same hand that tucked a hair behind her ear, and lets it rest there as he continues to stare into her eyes in silence. Waiting for her to say or do anything to stop him, but when she doesn’t and only stares up at him with now widen, pleading eyes, he slowly oh so slowly begins bending down. He hovers over her lips, giving her the opportunity to push away, to stop, when she doesn’t he finally allows their lips to collide with each other in a soft, gentle manner.

They share two, slow, lasting pecks before he slowly pulls away. Green eyes observing her own, trying to read any regret, any doubt, but when he only reads reassurance a small tug can be seen on the corner of his lip before he once again bends down. Letting their lips mold together much firmer. The kiss slowly begins escalating, becoming more heated as they share their warmth, their hidden feelings, their love. No words were needed, the way they both desperately kissed one another was enough for either one to know how the other felt.

Being completely lost and focused on the way his lips fitted perfectly with her own or the fact that his tongue would smoothly and perfectly dance with her own, (Y/n) hadn’t realized Jensen was slowly guiding them backwards, until she feels something firm settling on her back and feeling the way he easily lifts her from under her legs which she automatically wraps around his own waist. The kiss never falters, not even when he pins her against the wall of the pool or when their hips meet in the middle, causing a groan to rumble in his throat where a broken moan escapes from her mouth. However, after the fourth thrust she couldn’t bare it no longer, she wanted him, she needed him now.

“Jensen,” She breathlessly whispers his name against his lips as he once again rubs his covered member against her aching core,

Slightly pulling away to look into her eyes, his words fall breathlessly from his mouth, “You sure?”

Damn him and his well-mannered side. It shouldn’t turn her on at the fact that he’s asking for her consent, but fuck does it ignite her emotions even more for this man.

Breath coming out harshly through her mouth she nods her head, (E/c) eyes looking directly into his green orbs, “Yes. Please..please,”

The last beg came out a little more desperate and whiny but she could care less at this point. Hell, he could care less because as soon as those words came out he pecks her lips one last time before averting his lips to the side of her neck. His hands that were placed underneath her bottom, make their way down her body to the hem of his shirt before pulling it off her frame. Tossing it somewhere outside the pool he lets his lips explore, as he lavished the new piece of revealed skin he lets one hand travel behind to undo her bra. Placing it outside the pool he slightly angles his head to look at her completely.

And ohh did she look absolutely gorgeous. Skin beautifully slicked with droplets of water falling down her entire frame, lips raw and swollen, eyes completely dilated, chest displayed to him and only him. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispers as he bends down to latch his lips onto hers,

A small broken whimper can be heard in between them as he ghostly begins traveling his fingers against her bare stomach until he reaches the waistband of her underwear, where he then slowly begins sliding the garment down her legs. Once off he places them above her head, near the edge of the pool.

A small shiver travels through her body as he leaves feathery kisses throughout her chest, yet, the same time a shiver rolls through a moan escapes from her when she suddenly feels the way his thick digits begin circling against her clit. Then a gasp when two fingers slowly push past her folds.

“So fucking perfect,” Jensen whispers against her parted lips, sinking his digits deeper, earning another whimper from her,

“Fuck baby… you’re so tight,” He whispers again just as his finger is knuckle deep into her aching core,

Her hips begin moving the same time he starts moving in and out in at a slow pace, which drove her mad. As much as she wanted him to take his time in prepping her, teasing her, cherishing her, making her cum with just his fingers, she wanted more. She needed more. So with another broken moan, a pleading tone and a desperate thrust of her hips she hoped he would read on what she truly yearned.

Which he must’ve had because his breath fans hotly against her lips as he gently retrieves his fingers from her mound, leaving her empty for a couple seconds as he quickly shoves his briefs down, far enough where his aching member is free. Panting against her lips he easily guides her down until he feels the tip of his cock rubbing firmly against her folds, earning another moan to rip out from her as he rubs on her a few more times. Then, with a gentle swift motion he slides right inside causing a loud gasp to escape her parted lips.

A groan rumbles in his throat as he stills inside of her, taking long steady breaths through his nose as he focuses on not reaching the end right there and then. Because fuck, she felt absolutely heavenly. Her walls hugged him tightly as she too grew accustomed to his girth, taking slow breaths through her nose with eyes closed.

When she slowly parts them open, she immediately locks with dark, hooded green eyes. Only a sliver outline of green can be seen considering his pupils have dilated, it was then she took in his appearance, despite his hungry look in his eyes, his lips were also raw and swollen, shades of red tinted his cheeks to the tips of his ears, droplets of water slid beautifully on his skin, hair damped and disheveled from her fingers constantly running through them. He looked absolutely magnificent, everything about him shined beautifully underneath the moonlight.

“I love you,” She finds herself whisper, hand reaching to cup the side of his cheek,

A large hand also cups the side of her jaw, long fingers cradling the back of her neck before slowly and gently guiding her face closer to his.

“I love you,” He whispers back, gently latching their lips once again,

A small choked whimper vibrates against his lips just as he begins grinding his hips against her, then a gasp when he pulls out of her only to push back in with a little more force. He keeps the pace up for a few minutes, just luxuriating and getting lost in the way they both feel around each other, the way he feels her tightening around him with every thrust, the way she feels him inch by inch. It was such a delicious rich feeling. A such beautiful intimate moment.

However, after a heavy sigh and breathlessly saying his name against his lips he picks up the pace. Waves beginning to flow around them as his speed slowly increases, soft moans fall from her parted lips, eyes closing when the familiar pooling sensation begins to build at the bottom of her core from the way his speed only picks up. The waves forming stronger around them from his pace, but only calming for a second as he quickly maneuvers them towards the ladder. Snaking both arms beneath her knees and pinning her against the ladder, where she manages to grab some grip on the rails, a breathless groan falls against his lips as he fastens his pace. Waves now splashing around them, moan after moan slipping from her mouth at the change of speed. Eyes closing shut from pleasure when his hips meet with her own, his cock hitting and stretching deliciously along her aching walls.

Due to his change of speed and his hips hitting her clit with each thrust he gives, she quickly begins reaching the end of the line. What finally makes the dam break would be him gripping onto her hips and slamming her down in time with his brutal thrusts, his cock repeatedly hitting that one spot that has her seeing stars right before feeling her vision goes dark for a few seconds.

Grunting from the sudden tightness that engulfs him, Jensen breathlessly groans on the side of her neck as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm, quickly feeling his own rising. Which after a couple thrusts later a heavy breathless groan slips from the man as he finally stills inside of her, feeling himself twitch inside her raw and abused walls right as he feels the way his thick seed paints her insides.

“Oh.. fuck,” He pants against her neck, body slightly twitching from the intense orgasm,

They both remain holding on to each other for a few more minutes. Riding both their high’s together and catching each others breath. After minutes passed, Jensen slowly lifts his head from the crook of her neck, green tired orbs meeting with her own, feeling the way his lip tugs upward at the sight of her and the fact that she was finally his. The three words repeating over and over in his head, feeling the way his chest expands knowing she was finally his.

Not being able to contain himself, he lets the word fall freely once again before gently latching onto her lips. They shared a few, long, loving pecks before pulling away from each other to climb out the pool and get dressed. Despite their clothes being soaked to the brim, they still slipped them on before making their way inside the home hand in hand, not once parting from each other, not even when Jensen nearly fell on his ass when he slightly slipped along the wooden floor as they made their way towards his bedroom. A couple giggles erupted from them as they carefully walked towards his room.

Once inside, they quickly shed their soaking clothes before hopping into the shower, where they remained standing under the shower head until the water that was once warm turning cold against their skin and leaving them with pruned fingers. After drying their bodies with a towel, Jensen slipping into a pair of clean briefs and (Y/n) shrugging on one of his clean t-shirts along with some sweats of his, they both climb into bed where their limb’s perfectly tangle together.

They stayed awake, softly talking to one another, enjoying each others warmth, sharing various stories about everything and anything until eventually (Y/n) slowly starts dozing off. Cheek resting heavily against his chest, his heartbeat softly soothing her to sleep.

“God I love you,” He whispers, pulling another warm, happy, smile on his face,

Gently, he pulls her closer towards him, leaving a long kiss on the crown of her head before finally letting sleep overpower him. Despite feeling relief now that he knows she too shared the same feelings, that she is finally his, he still can’t help the small voice at the back of his head. He knows this will be challenging, there will be days where it will be difficult to get through, but as long as she held on to him through the obstacles he knew they’d be okay. He knew she’d never let him down, and he knew she knew he’d never let her down. He loves her, and he will damn sure fight for their love, because except for his kids she is also his reason to keep going in life. To keep pushing.

Because she’s worth fighting for.

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-> Alright y’all hope you guys liked this one, it has been dusting away in my drafts and it’s about time it sees the light!

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