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Tromeo and Juliet Lloyd Kaufman. 1996
House of Capulet 127 E 73rd St, New York, NY 10021, USA See in map
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#lloyd kaufman#tromeo and juliet#will keenan#jane jensen#upper east side#house of capulet#manhattan#shakespeare#movie#cinema#film#location#google maps#street view#1996
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“Phantom Traveler”
Supernatural S1E04
#it was so nice when the locations of the eps changed everytime#in later seasons it's just bunker ..random patched up houses#and that's it#also sam in s1 was plain sucidal wdym lets get on this plane that we KNOW its going to crash for the small % that maybe we exorcise a demon#was this just a way to show he wasnt ??a coward just because he had less experiences than dean or???what#and dean was scared ASF#screencaps#supernatural s1#phantom traveler#sam winchester#dean winchester#spn#jared paladecki#spn rewatch#jensen ackles#and survive#like what#supernatural#spn screencaps#jared padalecki
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Haunted Silver Lake & Echo Park (Los Angeles) + a creepy alien or cryptid sighting + photo gallery
With so much history in Echo Park & Silver Lake, I'll bet there are a lot more haunted locations than we know about.... so we went on a trek down Sunset Blvd to find out! #HauntedPlaces #HauntedLA
Many pioneers of early Los Angeles strived to create a cultured, metropolitan Eden, which ended up serving as a rich irony as Los Angeles quickly evolved into a city connected to everything cutting-edge, from art to media to tech trends. The obvious example is Venice, which strived to mirror the famed Italian canals, but in time, every major c canal was replaced with car-friendly streets, the…
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#bar bandini#echo park#echoplex#el cid#GHOULA#gold room#haunted location#house of intuition#jensen&039;s recreational center#Los Angeles#nayarit#Richard Carradine#silver lake#spirit house#Sunset Blvd#taix restaurant#time travel mart
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I'll Always Choose You
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.8k
Warnings: car accident, injured!reader, bitchy girlfriend, angst, fluff at the end
Request by @jessicalynnann: I’m requesting another one lol. Can I get a request where the reader and Jensen are best friends and Jensen is falling in love with her but his gf is really rude to her and makes him choose. Well the reader hears and distances herself… well Jensen realizes it is too late and the best friend is the one that makes him happy but the reader gets into an bad accident. You decided the ending. Thanks.!!!
Summary: Jensen is back in town with his new girlfriend and is hosting a barbecue to get together with everyone and catch up. This is the first time you're meeting her, and she doesn't take you to as kindly as she leads everyone to believe she is.
Square Filled: in vino veritas (2021) for @spndeanbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Jensen hasn’t even been back for more than a week and he’s already having a barbecue at his cabin in the mountains. He rents the place out every summer and invites everyone he knows to stay with him for the weekend. The place is big enough to house two dozen people and Jensen knows a lot of people. It’s been a few months since Jensen has been home since he’s traveling with his new girlfriend. You haven’t met her yet but you have talked to Jensen about her. He seems to be crazy about her so you’re not going to ruin what they have.
Yes, you have a crush on him. Yes, you love him. Yes, you’d do anything to make him happy. Yes, he is your best friend. No, you won’t do anything about it because he seems to be happy. What kind of friend would you be if you took that away from him?
Once you finish getting ready into a summer flowy dress, you grab the food you cooked and pile into your car. The cabin is located in the mountains up north so it takes you an hour to get there. There are already a bunch of people there but you don’t mind being later than everyone else. You pull into the driveway and see Jared’s car indicating that him and his wife are already here.
You let yourself into the house and enter the kitchen to place your food there when you see a young and beautiful woman. She must be Denise, Jensen’s girlfriend. You recognize her from the photos he’s sent you.
“Oh, hi. Denise?”
She looks you up and down as if she’s judging you.
“Yeah. You must be Y/N.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” you smile.
“You have such a cute dress on. Don’t let the drinks ruin it.”
It’s the way she says this that makes ou suspicious. She seems a bit passive-aggressive like she doesn't like you. Instead of giving you a chance, she’s already decided that she doesn’t like you. You’re not going to let her ruin your night because you came here for one thing and one thing only.
“I can handle myself. Where is Jensen?”
Speaking of, your best friend walks inside the kitchen using the back door with containers of food in his hands. He looks at you and a big smile breaks out on his face.
“Y/N! You came!” He sets down the food and scoops you into his arms. You don’t miss the way Denise is glaring at you two. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
“Baby, you promised you’d show me around,” Denise says and pulls her boyfriend away from you. “Remember? You said you’d do it when you got done outside.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He turns to you. “I’ll be right back. Jared and Gen are outside.”
“Okay,” you nod.
Denise practically drags him away, leaving you all alone. You shake off this bad feeling you’re getting and join the others outside. Jared is talking to some guys off to the side while Gen is heping prep the table for the food. Joshua, Jensen’s brother, is using the grill to make his famous chicken on the other side of the backyard.
“Y/N!” Jared says a bit too loudly.
“Whoa, are you okay?” you chuckle and hug him.
“Yeah, I’m great.”
Jared has always been a light weight despite how tall he is. He definitely has the weight to keep the effects of alcohol away but he acts like he’s a hundred pounds when he drinks. It only takes a few drinks to really get him going.
“What number of drink is that?”
“Three?”
“You drink any more, you’ll bring out Doug. Do you really want to do that?”
“Probably not,” he chuckles.
You have fond memories of Jared’s alter ego coming out after he’s had too many to drink. The night usually ends in the cops being called but it’s memories you love to think about.
“So, I met Denise.”
Jared starts laughing at the tone of your voice.
“Yeah, everyone has that same reaction when they first meet her.”
“What is her problem?”
“I don’t know. She’s not the best person to be around but no one says anything because it seems like Jensen is happy. They’ve only been dating for a few months but they seem happy together.”
Jensen and Denise come back from the self-tour and you watch as she clings to his side even though he wants to go over to his friends and converse. He has a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his ears. He might be happy but it’s not true happiness.
“You don’t know him like I do.”
You leave Jared’s side to join Jensen’s. He has yet to tell you about his trip and now’s the perfect time to do that. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, you just want to be around him. However, Denise sees you walking over to them and she tugs on Jensen’s arm to grab his attention. She leans in and whispers something in his ear that causes him to chuckle.
“Sure,” he nods.
They both walk off before you can get to them, and Denise looks back at you to gauge your reaction. You pretend like you weren't walking to them and veer to the right where Gen is. She says something to you but you’re not paying attention. You stare at the couple until they disappear around the corner of the house. Jensen didn’t even see you coming toward him.
You push down your feelings and enjoy the company of everyone else until dinner is served. Jensen took the seat next to you before Denise could pull him away so she is forced to take the other side of him. Everyone digs into the delicious food immediately and the conversation somehow gets on the topic of how stupid Jensen has been in his past.
“Once Jared told me I couldn't do it, I had to prove him wrong. I climbed up to the roof and got ready to jump into the pool.”
“I told him not to do it but he wouldn’t listen,” you chuckle.
“Yeah, so I got a running head start and jumped off into the pool. I made it in but it was shallower than I thought, and I broke my arm on the side of the pool.”
“You were a big cry baby,” you laugh and lean on his arm in laughter. “I held your hand the entire way to the hospital.”
“That you did,” he smiles down at you.
Denise’s jaw ticks in annoyance and jealously. She grabs her alcoholic drink and walks past you as if she is going to get a refil. However, she “trips” and she spills her entire drink all over your new dress. You gasp from how cold it is and stand up in shock.
“Oh, I am so sorry!” Denise apologizes.
“Shit, that’s cold!”
You look down at your dress to see the alcohol already staining your dress. You look at Denise and see the malicious intent in her eyes. She might be faking an apology but you know she couldn’t care less about this. She did this on purpose.
“Here, come with me. Let me clean this up before the stain sets.”
“Do you need me to come with you?” Jensen asks.
“No, I got this,” Denise chuckles.
She takes you into the cabin before you have achance to say anything. As soon as the door is closed, she becomes a whole other person. She drops the nice girl act and shows her true colors.
“I don’t know what your problem is, but stay away from my boyfriend.”
“My problem? What are you talking about?”
You grab some napkins to dab your dress without her help.
“You can play games all you want but he’s mine, and I’ll make your life miserable if you keep doing what you’re doing.”
“I don’t want him,” you lie.
“Please,” she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “I saw the way you were looking at him the entire night. Stay away from him or I’ll do more than pour alcohol down your dress.” She walks back to the door but pauses because she’s not done talking. “I am better than you in every way. You might be the best friend but I’m his girlfriend, and I always get what I want.” She gives you a sweet smile as if she didn’t just threaten you. “It’s nice to meet you though. Sorry about the dress.”
As soon as she leaves the kitchen, tears roll down your cheeks. You can’t go back out there looking like a mess so you dry your cheeks and your dress as much as possible before going back outside. Everyone is mostly done with dinner so they’re standing around instead of sitting. Jensen immediately walks over to you with a look of concern on his face.
“Hey, are you okay? I can pay for the dry cleaning.”
You look at Denise who is watching you with careful eyes. Jensen might genuinely be happy with her so you can’t take that away from him and tell him how rotten his girlfriend is. Plus, would he even believe you? Yes, you’re his best friend but would he believe you over his girlfriend?
“No, it’s okay. It was a misunderstanding,” you sigh.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
You excuse yourself and walk over to Jared who has been watching you three the entire night. He had two glasses of water at dinner so he’s sobered up some more. He sees the look of defeat on your face and nudges you arm.
“They won’t last.”
“What?”
“I don’t see them lasting another month.”
“Why would I care?”
“Come on,” Jared chuckles. “We all know you’re in love with him.”
“Shut your mouth, Jared,” you snap.
“What, am I wrong?”
You look at Jensen and Denise who are all over each other. She has her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands are low on her hips. You have to hold back your tears.
“It doesn’t matter how I feel. She clearly doesn’t want me around.”
“Give it time.”
Jensen and Denise walk into the cabin to do God only knows what, and you decide it’s best if you leave now. You don’t want to spend the night and have to hear them through the walls.
“As much fun as this whole thing has been, I should go now.”
You give Jared a side hug so you don’t get the alcohol on him.
“Good luck.”
You can’t leave this party without saying goodbye to Jensen. You’ll steal a couple of minutes and leave and that will be that. You don’t even have to give him a hug goodbye . You walk inside the house in search of your best friend. You walk past the kitchen into the living room where you overhear Denise and Jensen talking.
“What’s wrong? You were fine when we showed up.”
“I don’t like that you spend so much time with her. I’m your girlfriend who loves you.”
“She’s my best friend.” Great, they’re talking about you. How can you go in there now? It’ll only be awkward and you’ll give away that you’ve been listening. “We grew up together.”
“You’re with me now. Y/N needs to find someone she loves and leave us alone. I don’t want to be rude but it’s obvious she wants you.”
You can’t see Jensen’s face from where you’re at but you can only imagine what it looks like.
“You’re overreacting.”
“Do you have feelings for her? Is that why you’re being this way?”
You hold your breath and wait for his answer.
“Be this way? What are you talking about?”
“It’s me or her. Pick one. You can’t have both.”
You can’t bear the thought of hearing his answer because there is a chance that he might choose her. You quickly leave the room without hearing his answer and escape to your car. You shouldn’t have come. He has been with Denise for months across the world. He probably has a lot more fun with her than he does with you. He’s found someone to replace you with. You can’t fault him for choosing her. She can give him everything you can’t.
You peel out of the driveway and start the journey back home. Tears are flowing down your cheeks making it harder to see the road in front of you. It’s a particularly windy day so your car is slightly shaking; nothing you can’t control. It doesn’t help you’re driving in the mountains with no light except for that of your headlights. Through your tears, you don’t see the car on the other side of the roading coming straight at you.
You hit him going seventy miles an hour head on, and you’re thrown from the windshield and onto the groound. You left in such a hurry that you forgot to put your seatbelt on. The car you hit is a much bigger car than yours so it doesn’t have nearly as much damage as yours. The car slams on its break before slowly driving off, leaving you on the ground outside.
You gasp in pain and stare at the starry sky above you. Blood runs down your body and pools on the ground. You never took time to admire how pretty the night sky is. Your entire body is in pain but there is a certain peace that comes with being on the brink of death. You close your eyes to get some sleep when you hear someone calling your name off in the distance.
How much time has passed? It seems like minutes but could have been for much longer.
“Y/N!” Jensen gasps and slides on the ground when he gets to you. You open your eyes and see red and blue lights flashing off his face. “I’m right here. You’re going to be okay. Just hang on for me, okay? Please be okay.”
“Sir, you need to move.”
Jensen is pulled back so the paramedics can come in and do their job. You close your eyes because you’re so fucking tired. You feel yourself being lifted off the ground and onto something softer than the ground. You’re wheeled on a gurney into the ambulance with Jensen following closely behind.
“Sir, only family are allowed inside.”
“I’m her husband,” Jensen shouts and pushes past the paramedics.
They allow him to sit inside and be with you until they get to the hospital. Jensen grabs your bloody hand just as you roll your head to the side. You barely squeeze his hand to let him knwo you’re with him and not going toward the light no matter how tempting it might be.
“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’m holding your hand.”
The next time you open your eyes, you’re confronted with blinding white lights. Is this what Heaven is like? Did you die? You blink a few times to correct your vision and see you’re not in Heaven but a hospital room. You groan softly and look to your right where Jensen is. He is holding your hand with his head lowered like he’s praying. When he hears your painful groan, his head snaps up.
“Sweetheart. Hey, I’m right here.”
“Jensen?” you croak.
“Do you need some water?” You nod and he grabs a small cup of water. He helps you drink before setting the cup down. “How are you feeling?”
“What happened?”
“You collided with another car. The bastard left instead of staying but cops found him near where the cabin is. There’s only one road going in and out of town so it wasn’t hard to spot the truck with bumper damage. Your car is totaled though.”
Oh, yeah. The reason why you didn't see the other car is because you had tears flowing out of your eyes the entire time. Why were you crying? Right. Jensen was going to choose Denise over you. You take your hand away from his when you remember this and shift further from him.
“Where is Denise?”
“Gone.” Your eyes snap to his. “I broke up with her.”
“What? Why?”
“She made me choose. Anyone who makes me choose isn’t good enough to be with me.”
“What did she make you choose?” you ask even though you know the answer.
“It was either you or her, and you should know by now I will always choose you.”
“You shouldn’t have had to do that.”
“I’m glad she did.” He grabs your good hand and kisses the back of it. “I was blind to who was by my side my entire life.”
You smile and run your thumb on the back of his hand.
“What does this mean?”
“First, you get better. Then, I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”
“Deal,” you smile shyly.
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Overtime 7
Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.
Summary: your boss, Mr. Hansen, runs you ragged but you find solace in an unexpected friend.
Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Jake Jensen.
Author’s Note: This one is dedicated to my dearest @thezombieprostitute
Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜
“Not so fast, critter,” Hansen drops a keycard on your desk as you hike up your bag. “I need you to go down to the East location and grab a package. Fuckwads delivered it to the wrong office.”
“Sir?” You glance at the time. It’s almost seven. You’re already well past your usual sentence. “I can get it in the morning. They probably already locked up--”
“They’re waiting for you,” he interjects. “Was just on the phone with them. This can’t wait. You go get it and bring it to me.”
“Um, okay, sir,” you swipe up the card and turn it over. “Back here?”
“My house. I got shit to do. I do have a life,” he scoffs. “Melora wants to have a sit-down and if it keeps her off my back, I’ll flex and give her something to chill the fuck out.”
“Yes, sir, I’ll get it--”
“Christ, critter, don’t sound so fucking enthusiastic,” he chortles.
“Yes, sir.”
You sidle away from the desk and step around. For a moment, you think he might stop you as he hovers on the other side. You wish he’d just leave you alone. He already ruined your dress and your day.
“I won’t be long, sir,” you promise over your shoulder.
You trod out heavily and wait by the elevators. The building is desolate as most people left at five. You’re used to be a straggler. Even when Mr. Hansen leaves early, you’re kept behind.
As you step through the doors, someone calls out for you to hold them. You put your hand out to trigger the censor and Jensen sprints through. He gulps in a breath and turns around, nearly colliding with the wall.
“Hey, thanks,” he huffs. “Oh, hey.”
“Hi,” you stare ahead and hit the lobby button.
It’s quiet as the elevator shifts into motion. You sway and keep your eyes locked on the doors. You cross your arms and squeeze the strap of your purse.
“Uh, what happened to your dress?” He asks.
“Accident...” you shrug.
“Oh, wow, must’ve been a big one.”
“It’s fine,” you insists.
He’s silent again. His breath gusts out and he sucks it in, opening his mouth to say something then thinking better of it. As the doors ding and open, he doesn’t move.
“Well, have a good night,” you say.
As you step off, he follows you, “wait, wait,” he calls, “um, so, I was chatting with someone in logistics. They have an opening. Looking to fill it internally. I hope you don’t mind I mentioned you.”
“You...” you scuff to a halt and face him. “Why?”
“I just figured maybe it would be good to move into something new. Away from that jackass.”
You frown, embarrassed. It’s not like you never tried to get something else. You’ve been to interviews and never heard back.
“Um, thanks, that’s nice of you to think of me.”
“Yeah, no problem. I hope it goes well. You should get an email. They seemed very interested to have you,” he explains.
“Right,” you agree, “thanks again but I... gotta go.”
“Oh, sure, sure,” he gives a crooked grin. “See ya tomorrow?”
You nod and turn away. You stop again and spin around. He nearly walks right into you. You clear your throat.
“Jensen, I think maybe you should avoid coming around Mr. Hansen’s office,” you say. “He doesn’t like.”
“He doesn’t seem to like anyone. Not even you.”
“I know, but...”
“Yeah, I know. It’s not helping you. Well, maybe I’ll see you in the courtyard at lunch.”
“Maybe,” you echo. “Good night.”
You flit away as you’re reminded of the keycard still clutched in your left hand. You have shit to do. Oh gosh, is that Hansen’s voice in your head?
The only bright side is that it’s no longer raining. Your care chuffs before it starts and you give a long, dreadful look to the hood. Don’t give out now.
You head off, away from your apartment, and grip the wheel as you hunch forward. You try not to lean to heavy on the gas but you just want to go home. The traffic is less than the rush hour clog but it’s still tediously slow.
You finally get to the East offices and use the card to swipe into the building. The lack of instructions has you searching around the empty lobby. A security officer approaches.
“Can I help you?” He asks gruffly.
“Sure, uh, I was sent my Mr. Hansen at central--”
“Mm, this way.”
You follow the uniformed man to a back office and he hands you a flash drive. A flash drive. It could literally be an email. You hide your urge to scream behind a smile and leave.
Now to drive all the way to Mr. Hansen’s house. You’ve been there once or twice but only in passing. It’s all the way at the other end of the city and beyond your building. You need to top up your tank. Your exasperation mounts the long you sit in the driver’s seat and you idle at a red sign and think.
Another job wouldn’t be so bad. You don’t want to get your hopes up but you don’t know how much longer you can take this. Something’s got to give and Jensen talked you up. Maybe this one will work out. You’ll take anything at this point.
You finally pull up to Mr. Hansen’s house and follow the long drive to his reclusive home. His perfectly landscaped lawn and gleaming facade irks you. You don’t know why but in contrast to your cramped apartment, it’s a mansion.
You get out and march up the walk with the flash drive in hand. You stop at the door and fix your skirt, making sure you don’t have any more incidents. You press the doorbell and try to ignore the lens. Mr. Hansen’s voice comes from the speaker.
“Get in here.”
You sigh and let yourself in. You stop on the mat and look around the interior. It’s just as nice as the outside.
“I’m gonna leave it here, Mr. Hansen,” you call through as you hover your hand over the key tray.
“Critter, get in here,” he demands.
You repress another frustrated exhale. You grip the drive and step out of your flats. You pad towards his voice and peer into the front room. You swallow a squeak as you find him shirtless and cradling his face. There’s a split in his brow and his eyes is turning purple. What the heck?
“You wanna get me some ice,” he winces and hisses as he pulls his hand away. “Shit, she’s still got a hell of a right hook.”
“Sir?” You blink at him.
“Hurry up, critter,” he snaps and stands, staggering just a little. He goes to the mirror mounted above the artificial fireplace and checks his reflection.
You look around and scurry through the next door. You find your way to the sleek kitchen and search the matte black fridge. You find an ice pack and a dish cloth and return to the front room.
Hansen lays on the couch and waves you over. You approach and hold out the ice. He grabs your wrist and yanks you close. You’re force to sit on the edge of the sofa as he brings the pack to his face. You adjust it behind the cloth and he whimpers.
“Ahhhh, critter, much better,” he keeps a hold of you.
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☆ 2008 LAcon J2
Official name: Creation Entertainment's SALUTE TO SUPERNATURAL (Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki on stage) Location: Marriott Los Angeles Airport, Los Angeles, Cal Time: Sunday March 30, 2008, 12:20 PM-1:00 PM (GMT-7) Panelists: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki Last episode: 3x12 "Jus in Bello"- 2/21/2008 Next episode: 3x13 "Ghostfacers"- 4/24/2008
Question Index: FR1- Panel Transition 1a- Late Happy Birthday (Jensen) 1b- 2x21 vs 3x11; Best Death 1c- Thoughts on Thirty (Jensen) 2a- 3x01; Seventh Demon’s outcome 2b- 3x01; Dean vs Lust (Jensen) 2c- 3x01; Seventh Demon’s outcome; cont. 3a- Stunts; Fight Scenes; Participation and Preparation 3b- Fav Demon killing weapon 4a- Fav word (Jensen) 4b- Least Fav word (Jensen) 4c- Fav curse word (Jensen) 5a- fav scene; 2x14; ACT FOUR, EXT. HOUSE – LATER (Jared) 5b- fav scene; 2x20; ACT ONE, EXT. WINCHESTER HOUSE- CONTINUOUS; ACT TWO, INT. WINCHESTER HOUSE- DINING ROOM – NIGHT (Jensen) +1- Continent vs Country bit 6a- Fan Request; Body Swap portrayal (Jensen) 6b- Future Projects; plays (Jared) +2- Stolen Question 7- Fashion; plans on kilts; (Jensen) 8a- fav acting medium; Mr. Rhodes (Jensen) 8b- Acting Challenges; Special Effects; 2x01 FR2- Acting Challenges; Special Effects; 2x01 FR3- 3x08; Product Placement; Creative Control 9a- 3x08; Product Placement; Creative Control 9b- fav snack/junk food 10a- Acting Challenges; Facets of Dean; fav of Dean (Jensen) 10b- fav part of Dean (Jensen) 10c- Future Projects; Directing 🔮 11a- 2x15; thoughts on playing extreme caricatures 11b- 3x10; ACT FOUR, INT. MOTEL ROOM; DREAM; thoughts on yelling at your double; Acting Challenges (Jensen) +3- stolen question part 2 12a- 3x10; ACT FOUR, LATER- EXT. IMPALA; thoughts on Dean’s domestic dream (Jensen)🔮 12ba- 3x11; ACT FOUR; Thoughts on Sam living without Dean (Jared) FR4- 3x11; ACT FOUR; Thoughts on Sam living without Dean (Jared) 12bb- 3x11; ACT FOUR; Thoughts on Sam living without Dean cont. (Jared)
(video playlist/links and transcript below the cut)
(*if you notice any mistakes in the video transcripts or found more video or audio coverage of the con please point them out, thank you*👍)
Fan reports: [insomnia_geek] • [bardicvoice] • [sarah_p] (*warning: Fan reports as a source can't be fully verified unless video or audio of the con can confirm it. Be mindful not to take Fan Reports as the unquestionable and unbiased truth.*)
(missing coverage *fan reports could be incomplete and/or erroneous)
•(insomnia_geek para. 2, bardicvoice para. 42, sarah_p para. 30-31)- LA08J2;FR1- Panel Transition
“That’s when Jared came back onstage. Apparently he’d been mainlining Skittles backstage, didn’t bring any out for Jensen. They talked quietly to each other for a moment out of mike pickup and joked a bit. Jensen said that they speak in code.” – IG
“Jared reappeared in that moment, bragging “But not as good as Jared plays Sam!”” – B
“Somewhere around this, Jared came back out, and he was EATING SKITTLES (which totally made me think of him offering to buy Papa Ackles Skittles at the AFGM intermission ;)), and didn’t bring any for Jensen. I was ALREADY IN LOVE WITH THEM. AGAIN. He and Jensen were talking really quietly to each other for a minute (Basketball scores, maybe? Can someone who was sitting closer confirm this?), and then they finished, and Jensen laughed and told us that they speak in code. Which, really, I would NOT doubt–they are just SO attuned to each other, it’s fantastic.” – S
J2’s Panel starts.
◘Jensen and Jared in LA: Best death scene- Dean or Sam? by BabyBlueSteel◘
(0:00 BBS) -introduction
Jensen: Skittles, that’s what you got?
Jared: (placing his hair on stage) Yes, sir.
Jensen: Yeah? Bring me anything?
Jared: Nope. (?All me?). (sits down)
Jensen: Of course not. Jerk. (audience laughs)
Jared: I did see (?Tigers win the first?) (Jensen: What?) from Texas (?to Utah?).
Jensen: No.
Jared: (?) half-quarter (?)
Jensen: You kidding?
Jared: Yeah, (?borrow talked into it?) (flips hair) and I wanted to whoever said- Yep.
Jensen: (to audience) Sorry, we’re speaking in code. Supernatural code.
Jared: (?Purple Michael?) dishwasher.
Jensen: (to Jared) You’re kidding? (Jared: [nods smirking] mhmm.) (dramatically to audience) It’s unbelievable. (Jared laughs. Audience giggles) Um..
◘Jensen LA SPN convention-21 J2 Panel 01-07 by DW&DW◘
Jared: [off mic] (?Where were you?)
Jensen: (to Jared) Where was I? (Jared nods) I was right in the middle of- of (gestures to audience) having everybody tell me how great I was. (audience screams, cheers, and claps)
Jared: [off mic] (?Yeah, bullshit.?) (to audience) Well done, guys. Thanks. I know you didn’t want to, but when I asked you earlier, (audience chuckles) I- I knew you would do it for me. And-
Jensen: But now they’re gonna have to go back to putting on their fake faces for you. (audience laughs)
Jared: I heard personally- (laughs)
(turns to fan on the his right) Hello.
•(0:48 BBS, 0:28 DW)- LA08J2;Q1a- Late Happy Birthday (Jensen)
Jensen: Hi.
Fan: Hi. (?)
Jensen: Now you got both of us.
Fan: Hi. (?I’m a girl?). Hi.
Jared: [nods] that’s right.
Jensen: So, watch what you say, because we might go off.
Jared: (laughs) Nothing good about Jensen please. (audience laughs)
Fan: Hi, Jensen. Happy late birthday.
Jensen: (nod) Hey, hey, yeah-hah!
Jared: (rolls his eyes and mouths while flinging his hand up) Oh my god. (Waves at fan) Hi, I’m here by the way. (audience laughs) (waves his hands sarcastically) Jensen’s here. (dramatically flings his coat closed)
Fan: (to Jared) I said hi to you earlier. (?So, don’t start?) now.
Jared hides his face in his coat. The audience laughs and then aw’s.
Jared: (to audience aws, nods) Okay. Y’all make me feel better (?at the end?). (smiles)
Jensen pumps his eyebrows and then gives the audience a thumbs up.
Fan: Anyway.
The audience laughs. But Jared, open mouth shocked, throws a hand up.
Jensen: Anyway, moving on.
Jared: (gestures to fan) There she goes again. (audience laughs)
•(1:17 BBS, 0:57 DW)- LA08J2;Q1b- 2x21 vs 3x11; Best Death
Fan: (laughs) I have a question. (Jensen: Yes.) Okay. After watching “All Hell Breaks Loose” and “Mystery Spot” you’ve both, you know, died so wonderfully. (audience laughs) Um, so I was wondering, who do think did the best death scene? Who died best? (audience oo’s)
Jared: (turns to Jensen) (?Who would be-?)
Jensen: (to fan) (makes a face) Me. (flips up hand) (audience and Jared laugh)
Fan: You had more practice- (Jared: He had more chances.) He did. Yours was a little more (?).
Jensen: I do love- I do love “Mystery Spot,” because it was such a fun episode for me. Because I just didn’t care. (audience chuckles) ‘Cause I was just dying all the time. (thumbs to Jared) Poor Jared, like, is freaking out the whole episode. (Jared laughs) He’s like, you know, getting emotional and I’m like, “Hey, buddy! Wake up! Let’s go!” (audience laughs)
Love those episodes.
Jared: (off mic) Yeah, that’s right.
•(1:57 BBS, 1:37 DW)- LA08J2;Q1c- Thoughts on Thirty (Jensen)
Fan: How does it feel to be thirty now?
Jensen: Fantastic. (Fan: Good.) (audience cheers and claps) (nods) It’s amazing.. it’s so much better in your thirties.
Some of the audience yeah’s. Jensen then pats Jared’s knee. Jared and the audience laugh. Then Jared makes a pouting face at Jensen.
Jared: My-
Jensen: (to Jared) You’ll get there one day. (Jared laughs)
Jared: I hope so.
Fan: Thank you for coming, guys.
Jensen: Thank you. (turns to his left)
Jared: Thank you. Hi.
•(1:57 DW)- LA08J2;Q2a- 3x01; Seventh Demon’s outcome
Fan: Hi. I’m Chris. (Jensen: Hey, Chris.) Uh, this question is for.. Jensen, (Jared throw his hands up) but it could be for both.
◘Jensen and Jared in LA: questions about Magnificent Seven by BabyBlueSteel◘
Jared: (gestures to his right off stage) Should I just go elsewhere? (audience no’s) (smiles)
Fan: No, actually-
Jensen: (thumbs off stage) Go eat some more skittles, pal. (audience laughs)
Jared: (makes a face) I might.
Fan: There’s two parts. In.. “Magnificent Seven” I only seemed to count six demons that you killed. (Jensen thumbs to Jared) Where’s the seventh one? (audience and Jared laugh)
•(2:19 DW, 0:22 BBS)- LA08J2;Q2b- 3x01; Dean vs Lust (Jensen)
Fan: And the second part before you get into that other one is- The second one is, you got attacked by Lust and we’re wondering how did you.. manage to overcome when you’re- you were in the water? When everybody else actually died (?in the waters?).
Jensen: Uumm… Well, if you recall just before I dunked her in the water, I had a very lustful kiss. (audience laughs)
Fan: Right. Yes.
Jensen: Um, so, I-I- I curved that appetite very quickly with that kiss and then (mimics forcefully dunking) I dunked her into the water. (Jared and the audience laughs)
•(2:47 DW, 0:51 BBS)- LA08J2;Q2c- 3x01; Seventh Demon’s outcome; cont.
Fan: So, where were the seventh demon die then? (?y’know?)
Jensen: Um, you know, (looks at Jared) I- that’s a good question. I thought there were seven.
Jared: I thought there were seven.
Jensen: (looks to the audience) Can anybody else, uhh.. No? (nods) Good. (makes a face) Thanks for coming. (audience laughs)
Jared: Lust- Lust in the bathroom. There’s- there’s, um- um…
Jensen: That’s the only one I remember too. (audience laughs)
Jared: Well, there was Sloth, re- uh..
Audience member: Wrath!
Jared: Pride.
Audience member: Envy!
Audience member: Anger!
Jensen: Wrath. Pride.
Audience member: Gluttony!
Audience member: Gluttony!
Audience member: Gluttony!
Jensen: Gluttony.
Jared: Yeah, Gluttony was there.
Jensen: Sloth.
Audience member: Anger!
Audience member: Envy!
Audience member: Jealously!
Jared: Envy was the main guy. Envy was the guy we exorcised (Jensen: Yeah!) and she killed.
Jensen: (to fan) There should have been seven.
Fan: Well, there was only six bodies from what I-
Jensen: There was only six bodies?
Fan: Yeah.
Jared: Oh, okay. Good. (points to fan) Because of the end scene Bobby says, I think- I think the w- “I think the girl will make it,” (nods) or something like that.
Jensen: Oh, that’s right, one of- one of the- (Jared: One of them wasn’t.. killed.) the bodies didn’t die.
Audience member: (?Two right?)
Jared: (looks at the audience)Two of ‘em.
Audience member: Two survive.
Audience member: The big guy and the (?) survive.
Jensen: (holds up two fingers)Two of the bodies didn’t die. (audience laughs)
Jared: (points to audience member) Yeah, you’re right. (laughs then taps Jensen’s arm) Let’s hand our mics away because I think they don’t want our- (Jensen chuckles, shaking his head)
(nods to the audience) Y’all guys. Yeah.
Jensen: (turns to his right) Hi.
•(3:40 DW, 1:44 BBS)- LA08J2;Q3a- Stunts; Fight Scenes; Participation and Preparation
Fan: Hi, guys. (Jensen: Hi.) (?It’s been real?). How’re you doing? (Jared: Hi.) Um, question for both of you guys. Um, do you ever do your own fight scenes? And, if so what kind of preparation.. or training.. do you have?
Jensen: Yes and none. (audience laughs and oo’s. Jared laughs.)
Jared: I think (looks at Jensen) we do all of our own fight scenes but they’re also (looks at fan) by.. stunt.. uh, actors who.. do the more intense.. part of the fight scene.
Jensen: You know, like- like, when you see one of us, you know, flying into a bookshelf, or, (Jared: [nods] Yep.) you know, crash into a table (?or something?) (Jared: [nods and points to himself] (?that’s me?).), (nods and points to himself) that’s me. (audience yeah’s and laughs. Jared laugh) Umm.
No. They- they don’t- they don’t nes- they don’t even allow us to do it, just for insurance purposes. So, that’s when the stunt guys come on. And that’s why I say, you know, (looks at Jared and gestures to them both) we basically run, jump, and fall down. And those guys do the actual stunts.
Uhh, a lot of the hand to hand- hand to hand combat stuff is- is.. that’s us. And, you know, we’ll go over it that morning or the day before.. (Jared: Right.) and just kind of get a feel for it. And, you know.. we do that pretty quick.
Jared: (to fan) In some of the fight scenes we have some preparation. The first one that was he against I in “Skin” (Jensen: I loathed.) in season seven- (looks briefly at Jensen) Yeah, we had to- We came out on the weekends and we trained with this, uhm.. (looks at Jensen) uh…
Jensen: Well, no. The first one (points to Jared) would’ve been the “Pilot” when we first (gestures) see each other.
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Jared: (nods) The first one was the “Pilot” and- (nods) Yeah, that’s right. The “Pilot” one we had loads of fight training. (Jensen: Tons.) (counts on his fingers) And then, the one we fought each other again, we also had loads of fight training.
But, since then it’s more- Since we have the basics, you sort of block it out (Jensen nods) and then you kind of rough it in. And you do it kind of half speed. And then the stunt guys get in and (swipes hand) tear the place up.
Jensen: You know, the more you do- uh, and, we’ve done it a lot. So, the- the more you do it kind of the easier it becomes every time there is a fight scene. So, it’s like.. preparation becomes less and less and less. (shrugs) But you can still get the performance out of it.
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•(5:15 DW, 0:29 W, 0:03 DW)- LA08J2;Q3b- Fav Demon killing weapon
Fan: Great. (Jensen: Sure.) And just one more thing. What’s your favorite demon killing weapon?
Jensen: (shrugs) I gotta say Ruby’s knife. (audience cheers and claps) That things awesome. (Jared: That is cool.) I just need one. (audience laughs) Other than that, you know, my trusty shotty.
Jared: I gotta- I- I gotta go.. old-old school with some of the demon things. The whole eyes, like, (?I peer?) my white eyes and you explode? That’s a- that’s kind of a demon killing. Though it doesn’t kill demons, but it’s a demon’s killing. (audience laughs. Jensen mouths what to the audience.) Thank you. (Fan: (?It’s almost?)-) I like that. I like that.
Fan: Okay.
◘Jensen and Jared in LA: Jensen's fav, least fav, & curse by BabyBlueSteel◘
Jared: (points then gets up and leaves to the right of the stage) I’ll be- I’ll be over back there. I’ll… (Audience laughs. Jensen shakes his head and then smiles at Jared.)
Fan: Thanks.
Jared: (sits back down and shrugs) (off mic) I like that.
Jensen: (shrugs, laughs, and shakes his head) I have no idea what you’re talking about, man. (audience laughs)
Jared: Lilith, in “Jus in Bello.”
Jensen: (nods) Oh, right, right, right. Okay, yeah.
Jared: I’m just saying, I don’t know. It could (flings hand up) probably kill demons. Or unalive demons. (Jensen: prob- probably.) I think that’s a (flings hand up) cooler weapon than a knife. (Jensen: Yeah.) The eyes (shrugs and stares out) and then dead.
Jensen: (turns quickly to his left) Next question. (Jared and audience laugh)
•(1:29 W, 1:03 DW, 0:24 BBS)- LA08J2;Q4a- Fav word (Jensen)
Fan: Hi, Jensen. (Jensen: Hi.) Hi, Jared, again. (Jared: Hi.) This is for Jensen, (Jared turns away and nods) because I already asked, Jared. (audience aw’s)
Well, I already asked him, so.
Jensen: (to Jared) Quit hogging all the questions. (audience laughs. Jared smiles)
Fan: Big fan of the.. “Inside the Actor’s Studio” so that’s couple of.. James.. Lipton questions for yah. Um-
Jensen: Oh, great.
Fan: What’s your favorite word?
Jensen: (to Jared) I thought she would say what’s your favorite curse word? (audience laughs)
Fan: Oh, that’s coming up.
Jensen: Oh really?
Fan: Yeah. (?Going there?).
Jensen: (laughs) This, hah, well. (looks at Jared)
Jared: (shrugs and flings hand up) I did it.
Jensen: (laughs and inhales) Uhhhhh… (audience laughs) (to fan) Just favorite word?
Fan: Yeah.
Jensen: (smacks lips) Um.. I don’t know. I’m probably changing my mind in five minutes, but right now..
Audience member: Jared! (audience laughs)
Audience member: Jared!
Audience member: Say Jared!
Jared: Augh (audience laughs) (Jensen: [shakes head to audience] No.) That’s his favorite curse word. (audience laughs)
Jensen: (to fan) Ummm, insatiable. (audience oo’s and cheers)
•(2:23 W, 1:58 DW, 1:19 BBS)- LA08J2;Q4b- Least Fav word (Jensen)
Fan: Your least favorite? (Jensen: What?) Your least favorite word?
Jensen: My least favorite? (smacks lips) Um-
Jared fakes snores and mimics slowly falling off his chair. The audience laughs. Jensen chuckles.
Jensen: Milk. (audience laughs)
•(2:26 W, 2:09 DW, 1:33 BBS)- LA08J2;Q4c- Fav curse word (Jensen)
Fan: And your least favorite question, curse word.
Jensen: Favorite curse word? Umm.. (audience giggles. Jared laughs.) (laughs to himself) mh, (flips hand) It’s probably just shit. (Jared nods. Audience laughs, oo’s, and claps)
Fan: Thank you.
Jared: (off mic) (?That’s what I said?)
Jensen: (to Jared) Is it?
Jared: (nods) (off mic) Yeah.
Jensen: Really?
Jared: (nods) (off mic) Yes. (?It’s a good one?).
Jensen: (to audience) It’s not too harsh, (Jared: [off mic] Yeah.) but you get your point across. (Jared: [off mic] Yes.) (audience laughs)
Jared: (turns to his right) (off mic) Oh, (?so we go here?).
Jensen: And now my mother’s gonna call me. (audience laughs)
Jared: I know- (laughs then mimics Jensen’s mom crying.) Uh-huh, Jensen.
(turns back to fan) Hello.
•(3:05 W, 2:39 DW, 2:00 BBS)- LA08J2;Q5a- fav scene; 2x14; ACT FOUR, EXT. HOUSE – LATER (Jared)
Fan: Hello. Hi, Jared, Jensen. I’m (?Patricia?). (Jensen: Hi.)
Jared: Notice how she said, “hi, Jared, then Jensen.” (audience laughs and cheers. Jensen shakes his head)
Fan: You’re sitting in front of me.
Jared: Just a.. Just an observation. You- Don’t need to explain. Don’t need to explain. (audience laughs)
Fan: Um, uh, okay. First question is for Jared. Um, “Born Under a- (laughs)
Jared: Once again. (audience laughs. Jensen hangs his head)
Fan: Um, one of my, uh.. favorite season trailer episodes is, um, “Born Under a Bad Sign.” (Jared: Yeah?) And I wanted to know what was your favorite scene to shoot in that episode?
◘Jensen and Jared in LA: Jared's favorite BUABS scene by BabyBlueSteel◘
Jared: Uhhh, that’s a great question. My favorite scene to shoot in that episode... was... the getting exorcised scene. It was fun because.. I was tied up, so I didn’t have to move around. (audience laughs and a catcall) (thumbs to Jensen) And they’re splashing me with water. And it was fun because then I got to do that demon thing, where I.. was like, “Ah, you think you’re cool with the.. Devil’s Trap,” and I made the ceiling crack? That’s like- (turns to Jensen, nodding and flings his hand up) See, I like the eye thing. (?I knew I like that thing?).
Jensen shrugs. The audience laughs. Jared turns back around while Jensen wide eye stares away from him and then rolls his eyes. The audience laughs louder.
Jared: Um, it’s fun-
Jared slowly turns back to look at Jensen, but Jensen looks away. Jared turns back, but quickly looks back at Jensen and Jensen looks back and pumps his eyebrows, smirking. Jared turns back to the fan and laughs. Jensen chuckles to himself.
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Jared: So, I like that. I like that whole sequence up in Bobby’s house, from getting exorcised to getting (thumbs to Jensen) fight- in a fight with Dean, to the (mimics hit) little punch that he added at the end.
Jensen: Little? (looks at Jared) (audience laughs)
Jared: (shrugs) Well, big for you.
The audience laughs and oo’s. Jared laughs. Jensen rolls his eyes and nods. Jared turns back to look at Jensen. Jensen possibly says something, maybe “yeah,” off mic or just makes a face while chewing gum, but Jared laughs harder because it. Jensen also starts laughing.
Jensen: (to audience) (pumps his eyebrows) He liked that one. (audience laughs)
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Jared: I like.
•(4:12 DW, 0:27 M, 0:07 DW)- LA08J2;Q5b- fav scene; 2x20; ACT ONE, EXT. WINCHESTER HOUSE-CONTINUOUS; ACT TWO, INT. WINCHESTER HOUSE- DINING ROOM – NIGHT (Jensen)
Jensen: Uumm, (Fan: And my second ques-) Now on to the important question, yes. (audience and Jared laugh)
Fan: Yes. Um, okay, my second question for Jen, um- (Jared: Filler questions.) it’s for Jensen. Um, my other favorite season episode is “What is and What Should Never Be.” And I wanted to know what was your favorite scene to shoot that episode?
Jensen: Uumm, (lip trills) there were a couple. Uhhh, I really like the- the-uhh, when Mom opened the door. (audience aw’s) And, um, just being- (throws up hand and tilts his head back and forth at the audience) (audience laughs) (to fan) Uh, (Jared: Dirty minds.) it-it was just really hard to play, you know? It just like it w-was a lot of conflicting.. feelings and-and that- that I had to- to-to do without.. (gestures to and from his head) saying really anything.
Um, I also really like the scene (points at Jared) between he and I, uh, in the.. the dinning room. Because it was the first time sss- It was really the first time ever.. that.. I’ve had to do a scene with him.. (points at Jared) and he wasn’t.. who he normally is. (Jared: Right.) Uhm, (?Fan?: Mhmm.) all the (moves his hand back and forth), you know, the quick banter and the, you know, just the- the energy that I wo-ub, you know, we normally like have in the scene was completely gone because (points at Jared) he couldn’t react normally (points to himself) to me because I was the brother that, you know, was a, um- a mess up and, uh, you know, just a load of crap.
And- and he didn’t really care about.. me, in that scene. And so... to play against someone who I’m so used to having a certain dynamic with and having him not giving me (hand swipe) anything back was really, (wide eyes and flings hand up) really interesting to me.
Jared: That was. That was hard to do. I remember we were both-
Jensen: (points to Jared) You- you were- ee- I mean, (nods) it was difficult.
Jared: (?losing my mind?) because I wanted- Kripke to had to keep on with me in that scene in the dining room when he pulls me aside. I kept on having- I kept on clicking back to the (thumbs to Jensen) rapport that we usually have on screen, which is that brother-brother thing. But, Kripke’s like, “No!” We kept going back to, you know, you know and love Dean. (Jensen: Normal world, right? [nods] Yeah.) This is somebody you don’t know. And he’s like, “You don’t hate the guy. You just don’t know him. He.. up and left and he’s kind of a.. loser. He doesn’t do much. And you just never known the guy.”
And so, that was so hard. And that was like, “I don’t know if I could do that.” (Jensen nods) It was so tough. It was kind of sad. How sad is it that, I watch that episode and I’m like, “Aw, how sad. He has a normal life.” (audience and Jensen laugh) (?Did everybody call that?).
Jensen: (shrugs) Well, you know.
Jared: That’s a- that’s…
Jensen: So- (gestures to fan) Yes.
Fan: Well, thank you (Jared: Thank you.) (?I mean, uh,?) thank you for making the best show ever.
Jensen: Thank you. (audience cheers and claps)
Jared: Thank you for asking me your question first. (audience laughs. Jensen turns to his left shaking his head)
•(2:31 DW)- LA08J2;+1- Country vs Continent bit
Fan: Hi, Jensen. (audience laughs and oo’s.)
Jensen: Hi. (nods) Hi. (nods)
Fan: (?Thanks? or ?And?) Jared. Umm, oh, my question is-
◘Jensen and Jared in LA: Jensen being Sam! & Jared in a play? by BabyBlueSteel◘
Jared: Whatever. (turns and waves off his hand to fan) Whatever. (audience and fan laugh) (gestures to the fan on his right) Next- next (?please? or ?victim?). (Jensen tilts his head back and smiles) (turns back to the fan on his left) (audience laughs)
Fan: Again, my name is Asia. (Jensen: Hi.) Thanks again- (Jared: Not like the continent.) Huh?
Jared: Not the cont- Not the country.
Fan: Not the conti- the country. Got it. Right.
Jensen: (leans to Jared) Continent.
Audience member: Continent.
Fan: Yeah.
Jared: Country. (audience laughs)
•(2:51 DW, 0:51 BBS)- LA08J2;Q6a- Fan Request; Body Swap portrayal (Jensen)
Fan: My first question, (Jared: Countryinent.) Jensen. (Jensen: Yes.) (Jared flings his hand out) (to Jared) Stop saying country. (Jared: (?essentially?)) (audience and J2 laugh) Um.. someone else asked Jared the question earlier, but I wondered if-
Jared: (holds his hand up) Oh, I see. Okay. Yeah, yeah. You guys have fun. (audience laughs) (laughs)
Fan: I was- I was wondering is, um, they did a body swat- swap episode, (audience woo) what exactly would you do to portray Sam and could you give us-
Jared: Probably look at himself a lot. He’d be like this.
Jared wiggles in his seat and smooths his hands down his body. Jensen slowly turns and looks at Jared. Jared immediately gets up from his chair and walks away laughing. The audience laughs, claps, and cheers. Jared walks back and shrugs, nodding at Jensen. Jared begins to take off his coat one shoulder at a time. The audience laughs, claps, and cheers. Jared shrugs his coat back on, laughing, and then sits back down.
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◘Jensen imitating Jared as Sam by IY◘
Jensen: (to audience) Don’t encourage him. (Jared throws his head back laughing and claps his mic)
Fan: I was gonna ask you to demonstrate-
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Jensen: (to fan) Continue lovely. (audience, fan, and Jared laugh)
Fan: I was gonna ask you to demonstrate. So, you would give us a little (?flavor of him?).
Jensen: A body swap with, uh, (points to Jared) (Fan: Yeah.) Jumbo, here? (Fan: Yes.) (audience and Jared laugh) (points to Jared) You want me to imitate him? (Jared: [off mic] Oh!) (Fan: Yes, please.) (gets up and shakes his head to the audience) Gladly. (Jared laughs. The audience screams and laughs) It would be something.. something about like this.
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Jensen puts his mic down on his seat and then steps away from his chair. He hunches over and places both hands in his pockets. He looks up squinting with pursed lips and begins to walk forward looking around. The audience laughs. Jared throws himself forward laughing. Jensen’s steps get more and more exaggerated as he walks off the front right corner of the stage onto the autograph tables. Jared throws his head back and laughs.
Jensen turns around to face the crowd with his shoulder line to his ears before he starts his walk back to his seat. Audience members scream. Jared and the audience laugh. Jensen begins to violently nodding before he reaches his seat. Jared is wiping tears from his eyes and then holds his hands out and shakes his head. Jensen turns around, scratches his nose, bows to the audience, and then sits down smirking. The audience claps and cheers. Jared claps his mic, nodding and says “Alright. Alright,” off mic, then laughs some more.
•(1:58 BBS, 1:00 DW, 0:34 W)- LA08J2;Q6b- Future Projects; plays; A Few Good Men (Jared)🔮
Fan: Thanks for that, but I do have a small question for Jared.
Jared: (?Do, we?) (laughs)
Fan: Um, someone asked earlier if Jensen would be doing anymore plays on stage. Any ideas for you to do any?
Jared: Uh, me? (Fan: Yeah.) (thumbs to Jensen and laughs) Not if I look like that. (Jensen and the audience laugh) Um.. (laughs) I’d love to. I saw Jensen do that play. He-he.. kicked ass. (audience yeah and woo) And, uh, it was exciting (?to see him? or ?and for him?). (audience cheers and claps)
(gestures to audience) And, I don’t know if any of y’all guys got a chance see it, but I know we had people who seen it before. But, it’s really exciting and I was sitting there watching and my heart was beating so fast. I was like, “Dude, he doesn’t get any second takes.” Like, it hit me hard. (Jensen nods) Because, I did plays in high school and stuff, but this is in front of.. major paying audience. It’s a huge.. theatre, you know? Housing some big.. names.
Uhm, so I’d love to do it, but h-h-hopefully, um.. my career keeps going this way and I-I- I keep on.. working and establishing.. enough of a name for myself in this business, so I can.. afford to do a play (Jensen nods) in, you know, however- (squints and flips up his hand) Does that make any sense? (Jensen: No.) (Fan: Yes.) (audience laughs) (turns away nodding) No, okay. (turns back) (?Jerk?)
Fan: So, no (?Equus?) in the.. near future?
Jared: Not in the near future. I’d love to do a play at some point in time. (nods) But, I can’t foresee (gestures) in the near future.. given the chance to. (nods)
Fan: Well, thank you, and thank you for doing everything you do. I love the show.
Jared: (claps leg) Thank you.
Jensen: Thank you. (Jared and audience clap) (turns to his right)
Jared: Hello.
•(2:24 DW)- LA08J2;T2- Stolen Question
Fan: Hello. I can’t believe she stole my question. I’m pretty sad. But, um-
Jared: Next question. (turns to his left) (fan chuckles and audience laughs)
Jensen: (turns to his left) Next.
Fan: (?still have one?), uh, for Jensen. (audiences oo’s and laughs) Do you know- I-I asked you-
Jared: What was- Who was your question to?
Fan: Uh, what?
Jared: Uh, the stolen one.
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Fan: Uh, it was for Jensen. (Jared looks out and thumps his mic down on his leg. audience oo’s and laughs) It was the same question asked (?right after that other one?). And, uhh, (?forgive me?) (?).
Jared: (scrunches his face) Stupid questions.
Fan: Uh-
Jensen: What was your brilliant question? (Jared and audience chuckle)
•(2:50 DW, 0:11 BBS)- LA08J2;Q7- Fashion; plans on kilts (Jensen)
Fan: Um.. Do you plan on wearing, uh, a kilt anytime soon? (Jared laughs, then nods. Audience laugh and claps) It really is.. awesome.
Jensen: (to audience) Let me rephrase that. (to fan) What’s your odd question? (audience and Jared laugh) (Fan: (?it’s my favorite?).)
Umm, (to audience) I- As some of you may know I wore, uh, a kilt in, uh-uh-uh, “10 Inch Hero.” (audience woo’s and claps. Jared nods) And.. (holds a hand up) Which was part of the character. (audience laughs. Jared looks down and smiles) It’s not something I do on a day to day basis. (audience and Jared chuckle)
Umm, (to fan) my answer would probably be no. (audience and Jared laugh.) Uh, unless, you know.. (shrugs, shaking his head, then looks at Jared) unless it’s Halloween, you know what I mean? (Jared: [nods] [off mic] Yeah.) Yeah, okay. (turns to his left then back to fan and shrugs)
Fan: (?Yeah, okay.?) Thank you.
Jensen: Sorry, (flings hand up) I didn’t have a more interesting answer for you. Like, “I’m wearing one right now, underneath.” (audience laughs. Jared smiles) “I just took it off.” (Jared says something off mic) Yeah. (laughs) “I just changed. It’s what I sleep in.”
The audience and Jared laugh. An audience member lets out a loud woo. The audience laughs. Jensen had turned to his left, but then slowly gives a face to the audience. The audience laughs harder.
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Jensen: (smiles and tilts his head) Okay. (briefly turns back to his left) (Fan: Uh-) (to Jared) Apparently we have a.. from some- from- someone from Scotland here. (audience laughs) (turns back to fan on his left)
•(3:51 DW, 0:11 DW)- LA08J2;Q8a- fav acting medium; Mr. Rhodes (Jensen)
Fan: Uhm, I actually have two questions and Jared can have the second one. So it’s.. (audience oo’s, aw’s and laughs. Jensen bobs his head and smirks) Sorry, Jared.
Jensen: Yes. (Jared is looking down, sad-frowning)
Fan: We didn’t have enough time to finish our questions with Jensen, so you’re finishing us up.
Jensen: (to Jared) Yeah. (nods) (?Just saying, man?).
Jared: Alright, fine.
Fan: Alright, um, so, you just had the opportunity to act on stage and you’ve done film and television before. What’s your favorite medium and why?
Jensen: Umm, (lip trill) ..I’d have to say that, uhh, of all the jobs I’ve had probably the, like- I’d say my favorite.. would have to be (Jared: Days of Our Lives.) (audience laughs) half hour- (laughs)
Jared: (?Sell out?), but Days of Our Lives.
Jensen: Would have to be half- a half hour sitcom. Uh, I did- I did a show. It’s like the first thing that I did when I moved to LA. It was, uh, a show called, “Mr. Rhodes.” And it was a half-hour sitcom on ABC.
But, the great thing is.. you-you rehearse all week.. and then you preform in front of a live audience. So, it’s basically the best of both worlds. You get TV and you get, you know, uh, theatre. Um, so you get that-that kind of immediate, uh, gratification from an audience, but you also have the ability to go back and redo it if it messes up.
So, um.. I- And (to Jared) the schedule just unbelievable. (Jared: Yeah.) I mean, (to fan) you work for three weeks and get a week off every month, are you kidding me? (audience laughs) I- (shakes head) I just, (to Jared) you know, those “Friends” people had it made. (audience laughs) (to fan) So.
•(1:33 DW)- LA08J2;Q8b- Acting Challenges; Special Effects; 2x01
Fan: And then, my second question, which Jared can answer, because it was for both of you.
Jared: Okay, I’ll answer it. (audience laughs)
Fan: Um, (Jared: If I must.) how difficult is it to imagine Special Effects like the black smoke? What kind of, um, eyeline match do you have?
Jensen: I’m glad you asked. Um, (Jared and audience laugh) (laughs)
Jared: I’ll- (bumps Jensen’s arm) go ahead and take this one. (Jensen: [nods] Alright.) It- it started out pretty tough, ‘cause you- you’re lookin’ at tape and, you know, I mean, pieces of tape, like x-marks on the box. And they’re going, “It’s a-“ you know, “It’s a demon on fire and smoke.” And you’re going, “Ahh.” You know? (audience laughs) Like, you don’t know what to do.
But, there’s been a learning curve (Jensen nods) of.. filming it and remembering how you feel in the scene on screen-
Fan: Is it like following it across- Do they like have like a pole? Do they have something-
Jared: Sometimes. (Jensen nods) Every now and again they’ll have, um, a-a tennis ball at the end of a pole. Uhm, and they’ll sort of run it around. Otherwise, uhm.. you know, you’ll- your eyes will be here (gestures off to his left) then they’ll have, “Okay,” it goes to the next part and you’ll have to look at the next part.
Uhm.. but a lot of times luckily.. they’ll.. have us.. sync it up. You know? Because we get- we get a chance to do it (cycle gesture) over and over and over again. So, I think rarely we probably get it right the first time. But, we can just do just a series of, like, you start there. Go to the next one. Go all the way there and back, you know?
Jensen: (to fan) It’s a lot- You got a lot of different factors that kind of, uh, that come into it as well, you know? Uh, in the episode, “My Time of Dying” where I run in and I see like, the- the grim reaper, like, hanging over the- the hospital bed. That was actually just an electrician with a pole and (mimics bowl) a-a bowl at the end of it, um, as an eyeline. But, they needed something- (*missing coverage)
•(insomnia_geek •30)- LA08J2;FR2- Acting Challenges; Special Effects; 2x01
“About working with special effects and the eyeline matching -- it's been a learning curve, but they've gotten better and they find it easier. In IMTOD, when the reaper was hovering over the hospital bed, Jensen was really staring at a sweaty grip with a light on a pole for the shiny reaper lighting effect. They prefer doing it in shooting, when they have something to look at even if it's a tennis ball, rather than in post, when they might have to stare at nothing.” – IG
•(insomnia_geek •31, sara_p para. 39)- LA08J2;FR3- 3x08; Product Placement; Creative Control
“The Christmas episode, they loved the kids. The Funyons are written in the script, and after the writers put it there, they have to see if they're allowed to use the product placement. Jared loves Funyons, doesn't think they had any problem getting to use those. (…)” – IG
“There were some more random questions (again, people are trying to dig into the what parts of the show are ad-libbed thing, because someone asked if they chose the food that wee!Dean brought in in 3x08), but there was a good conversation about Funyuns, and Jared and Jensen's favorite junk food. (…)” - S
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Fan: -comes in looks a bag of Funyuns and (Jensen nods) some candy bars. H-
Jensen: (to audience) Those kids loved those by the way. (audience cheers and claps) (nods)
•(0:10 DW)- LA08J2;Q9a- 3x08; Product Placement; Creative Control
Fan: Um, I was just wondering if the Funyuns and, like, the Zagnut candy bars if those were written into the script or were those stuff that you guys liked, and so that’s why they got them or?
Jensen: (to Jared) They were written into the script, weren’t they?
Jared: Yeah, (Jensen: [nods] Yeah.) I never had a Zagnuts. I-I love Funyuns. (audience laughs)
Jensen: Yeah. (nods to fan) They-they- that’s a- that was a writing- a writing call. (Fan: Thanks.) Yeah.
Jared: Also they- once again, there are many factors like.. you can’t just- uh, they must also have some sort of deal or Funyuns says (?)-
Jensen: Got to get (?airline nuts?).
Fan: Yeah.
Jared: You can’t just throw Coca-Cola and Reese’s pieces and stuff and go like, “Okay, look, here’s your M&M’s.” And M&M’s is going, “Uh, we didn’t tell you, you could use our M&M’s.” So, I guess they went out to Funyuns and had to get approve and stuff like that.
Jensen: Well, they- they write what-
Jared: It’s probably a personal favorite of mine.
Jensen: They write what they want and then they see if they can get that. And if it’s just, you know, the- uh, if it’s too difficult then they might change it to something else. But, I can’t imagine Funyuns and, uh, were too hard to get, yeah. (shrugs) So. (pumps eyebrows at audience) (audience laughs)
Jared: It’s probably like, whoever wrote it probably really loves it, you know? It’s like all the characters really have a different, uhm- in different small (?towns?), like, you know, uhhh- Who was- What was the name of- in Croatoan, um.. Bargus or something like that. It was like someone’s best friend (Jensen nods) or the writer’s best friend and they used their, you know. So.
Jensen: Yeah. All the names- (Jared: Yeah, are all-) are all-
Jared: Like, that was my first grade teacher, you know? (Jensen nods) So.
Jensen: Yeah.
•(1:22 DW)- LA08J2;Q9b- fav snack/junk food
Fan: Okay, but then on that note, do you have a favorite- What’s your favorite snack food or junk food to eat just whenever?
Jensen: (points at Jared) Anything with sugar. (audience laughs)
Jared: Don’t point at me when you s-say sugar. (audience laughs)
Jensen: Um. (looks at Jared and chews his gum and starts the jingle) Dun, Dah, Dah, Dah, Dah, Honey, Honey. (audience laughs) (exhales) (?Oh boy?).
Jared: Anything with sugar, Me. This guy-
Jensen: Uhm, (shrugs and flips his hand up) I don’t know. Whatever’s available is fine. Because I’m hungry, you know. Yeah. (Fan: Thank you.) Beef Jerky, ehh, you know? Sugar. (audience giggles) Doughnuts. (shrugs looks to his left then goes back and shrugs again) or whatever. We’re not picky.
Jared: (off mic) (?Okay,?) thank you, (?um-?)
Jensen: (turns to his left) Hi.
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Fan: Hello, boys! (chuckle) (Jensen: Hi.) I’m ap-apologizing to Jared now because I already asked him these questions. (Jensen looks at Jared) So, I’m asking Jar- Jensen first. (audience giggles) But then I have a question for both of you to make up for it.
Jared: (sighs) I’m (?okay, he can go first?). It’s what he does.
•(2:18 DW, 0:11 BBS)- LA08J2;Q10a- Acting Challenges; Facets of Dean; fav of Dean (Jensen)
Fan: So, um, this is about getting into character of Dean. Is there a certain facet of Dean’s personality that’s hardest for you to portray on screen? And on top of that, is there a certain side of Dean that’s your most favorite to play?
Jensen: Uhh, I’d say the most difficult is just his affection towards his brother. (Jared laughs. audience laughs, oo’s, and aw’s) (shakes head) (Jared pouts) I struggle with it daily. (audience laughs and aws. Jared laughs) (smiles) Uh, no.
It- um.. I don’t know. I mean, when- when you- when you play a character, uh, as- as much and as intensely as-as we do it-it-it becomes very, euh.. natural, um, to.. you know, feel or know what- how he would react or what he might do in a certain situation. (Jared nods)
Um, you know, the emotional stuff is always tough. And that’s tough for both- Uh, (Jared waves at the audience) (turns to Jared) (Jared nods to Jensen) I-I don’t know. (to fan) I think that’s tough for playing any character. Uhm, to-to, you know, figure out-
I do know that it is easier now, um, I think I touched on this before, for, eh-eh-I think (gestures to Jared and himself) both of us to-to get into a kind of emotional, uh, state.. in the scene than it used to be before we, you know, knew each other that well. (Jared: [nods] [off mic] Right.)
You know, now- I mean, back then you had to like (points to his head) think about something that would really get you worked up. But, know it’s like, you know, we know these characters so well, and we, you know, we know each other so well that we can just use each other to-to- to get, you know- to get where we need to be. So.
•(3:43 DW, 0:11 BBS)- LA08J2;Q10b- fav part of Dean (Jensen)
Um, you know, I-I- I don’t know. I think the- the part that I like the most is- is just his, uh- um, when he gets snappy and sarcastic and cranky. (audience giggles) That’s always fun for me to play. (smirks) Because then I don’t have to be in real life.
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Fan: There you go.
Jensen: Yeah.
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•(4:01 DW, 0:03 DW, 0:00 BBS)- LA08J2;Q10c- Future Projects; Directing 🔮
Fan: And, um, have either of you ever thought of maybe trying out, you know, directing an episode or helping to direct an episode or directing, you know, something that you guys enjoy or look forward to maybe doing in the future?
Jensen: (looks at Jared then back at fan) Um, it’s something I’m- I’m interested in. Um, Iii- I know that it’s, uh, you know- It’s- it’s very difficult for.. (smacks lips) our show specifically (Jared: [nods] [off mic] yeah.) to allow one of us to direct an episode. Simply because they can’t lighten our, um- you know, our load. As- as far as the ac- the acting work goes.
Um, you know, you have, uh, you know, like, uh, I’m going to use “Smallville” as an example, because Tom’s a friend of ours. And-and he’s directed a few episodes and.. it’s much easier for him because he’s got cast of, you know, nine or ten. (Jared: [nods] [off mic] Yeah.) So, they can write heavy.. other characters and lighten his load the- the previous shows so that he can prep for the next episode. And then lighten his load on the-the episode that he’s directing, so that he can concentrate on directing.
(shakes head) It’s just.. not- it’s just not that doable for our show. So, um- You know, is it- is it doable at all? I-I- probably, ‘cause you know. Will it happen? (shrugs) Depends. Depends on if the writers are willing to, you know.. go the extra mile and make it- you know, make it feasible for us. (nods)
Fan: Good. (Jared: [off mic] Yeah.) Okay. (Jensen: Yeah.) Thank you very much.
Jensen: (nods) Yeah.
Jared: Thank you. (Jensen turns to his right.)
•(1:25 DW)- LA08J2;Q11a- 2x15; thoughts on playing extreme caricatures
Fan: Hi, Guys.
Jensen: Hi.
Jared: Hello.
Fan: In “Tall Tales,” when Bobby first comes and you guys were recounting your views of each other at the.. bar. Did you guys enjoy playing kind of, like, extreme.. (Jared: I hadn’t been.) caricatures (audience giggles) of yourself? Like, you were.. really nerdy. And (Jared: Yeah.) his.. was hitting on girls.
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Jared: (nods) I loved it. I thought it was (?good, because-?)
Jensen: I did too. (audience and Jared laugh)
Jared: Yeah, I thought it was fun. I knew it was gonna be.. um, really funny sequence, because reading the script I was laughing out loud. You know, lot of times when I read the script I’ll kind of go, “huh,” you know? (Jensen smiles) Or, “Oh, that’s going to be funny.”
But, I was reading the script and just laughing. I was like, “Man, even I can’t mess this up.” (chuckles) (audience laughs) Because I was, “Alright, let’s go at it.” It was- It was a- it was a lot of fun. (turns to Jensen) (Jensen nods)
(to fan) The whole episode was a lot of fun, you know? We like those. We really enjoy the- um, we do. (slight turn to Jensen and flips hand) I know I do and I know (thumbs to Jensen) he does enjoy the kind of lighter moments of Supernatural. I mean, it can be so dark and so ominous so often that it’s fun to.. get a scare but also get a laugh, you know? (nods) (Jensen nods)
•(2:23 DW, 0:45 BBS)- LA08J2;Q11b- 3x10; ACT FOUR, INT. MOTEL ROOM; DREAM; thoughts on yelling at your double; Acting Challenges (Jensen)
Fan: Yeah, then I have a quick question for Jensen.
Jared: mhm. (nods then snorts and then leans back) (audience giggles)
Fan: Um, in- I forgot the name of the episode. W-Where you guys went through the- uh, like, Bobby’s dream, like the (?living room?)- (Jared: Dream a Little Dream?) (Jensen gestures to the audience. Audience answers “Dream a Little Dream”) “Dream a Little Dream,” yes. (audience laughs. Jensen smirks.)
Um, what was it like yelling at yourself? Like, you enjoy- like, did you enjoy that (?acid trip?)-
Jensen: That was a really, really hard scene, umm, I’m being serious. That-the-the- the director, uh, I love to death, his name is Steve Boyum. Um.. you know, he had- he had somethings in mind they wanted to do during that scene. And, um, you know, when you’re dealing with a television schedule sometimes it doesn’t always allow for the (hand quote) artistic shot to be done, because you got to get your basics. I mean, you gotta, you know, essentially cover your ass otherwise your-your- your gonna, you know? The network is gonna come down on you.
So, ee- doing that, you know, I had to play, um, I had to play one side of the scene.. uuhhm, a certain way and (shakes his head and slaps his leg) (to Jared) God bless him, I can’t remember his name, but the-the- (to fan) the guy who stood in for me (Jared nods) on the other end, um, knew all of my lines, (Jared shakes his head) backwards and forwards. And I was so impressed with him. Um, and (scratches his head) I’m killing myself to think of his name.
Jared: (?It was a big scene?). It looked like a five or six (Jensen: [nods] Yeah.) (?scene was it?)?
Jensen: And, you know- But at the same time I couldn’t tell him how I wanted to play the scene. I couldn’t be like, “Listen, act just like me.” (audience laughs) So, I had to remember in my head how I was going to be delivering those lines to me and then react off of the way how I was thinking about those lines- (closes his eyes and shakes his head, holding his hand up) It was very confusing and it was very difficult. And it was very challenging, so, you know, at the end of the day I was like, “Phew, mark that off the list.”
But, uh- and then I think the most difficult thing was the, uh-um- I had to.. get into the demon- Like when I get shot, and the blood all over my face and put the- the eyes in and- (shakes head) and I gave that weird voice, which I don’t know where that came from. (audience laughs. Jared snorts) Um. And then I had to get all cleaned up and go back into the scene and do another take of, (Jared: Oh god.) like, only because- because he wanted- he had time to get that kind of (hand quote) cool double cut shot.
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And so, by then I was just like, “Steve? This better be the most un- This better win you an Emmy.” (audience laughs then claps. Jared smiles) (shakes his head then nods) Yeah. Thank you. (turns to his right)
•(0:37 DW)- LA08J2;T3- stolen question part 2
Fan: Hi, guys. My name is Erica, uh, (?that’s the way’s it’s pronounced?). (giggles)
Jared: Ah.
Jensen: Hey, hey. (?Big D?).
Fan: Um, she took my question. I was gonna ask Jensen what it was like to act with a Jensen Ackles guy, but (Jared and audience laugh. Jensen nods his head) she stole my questions.
Jensen: And of course you have a backup question?
Fan: No, I don’t.
Jensen: Fantastic. (Fan: But-) Thanks for coming up. (Fan: No.) (audience laughs) (laughs)
•(0:57 DW)- LA08J2;Q12a- 3x10; ACT FOUR, LATER- EXT. IMPALA; thoughts on Dean’s domestic dream (Jensen)🔮
Fan: I’m a smart one. Um, inn “Dream a Little Dream” (Jensen: Yeah.) Dean has to.. go into his dream and he looks at the character Lisa, who he liked, um, who thought Ben was his kid. (Jensen: mhm, mhm.) Um.. what do you think about Dean’s longing to have that family?
Jensen: Umm.. (smacks lips) You know, I-I think it’s- it’s written in the d-that- it’s something that he longs for, you know? It’s-it’s- I think that, you know, you saw obviously first.. season, uumm, his drive.. and his intent on having that family.. reunited. You know, (gestures to Jared) getting him, finding Dad, and having everybody together and how much that meant to him.
So, you know, it’s something that he never had. And he sees it and I-I think that there’s envy there, but at the same time I think that he knows that he could never- (shakes head) He could never settle into something like that. He’s seen too much and done t-so much that it just- it’s kind of irreversible.
Um, so, it’s-it’s more of a.. longing sadness than something that he really yearns for. (nods) Yeah. (Fan: And-) (to Jared nodding) That’s a pretty good answer wasn’t it? (audience laughs)
Jared: Pretty good. I’m (?fucked?). (?I’m like-?)
Jensen: I might- I might write that down. (Jared laughs)
•(2:08 DW)- LA08J2;Q12ba- 3x11; ACT FOUR; Thoughts on Sam living without Dean (Jared)
Fan: Jared, in “Mystery Spot,” playing Sam has to live without Dean- (*missing footage)
•(insomnia_geek •37, bardicvoice para. 60, sara_p para. 41)- LA08J2;FR4- 3x11; ACT FOUR; Thoughts on Sam living without Dean (Jared)
“In Mystery Spot, we saw Sam without Dean, which was not good. He really was like John. Sam was tough, but it was tough to play him like that. He had a time finding how to act without Dean, because they really are a double act. He commented on the bullet scene, poking around the fake chest prosthetic and pretending to sew it up, and the fake skin was peeling around the edges and it looked really gross. Said the whole thing could make you nauseous.” – IG
“Responding to another question about Mystery Spot, Jared volunteered that the scenes of life without Dean were really hard, that it had been like having a whole new character to play because of how different Sam became. He said that it had been hard to put himself into the whole place of “my brother’s dead, this is Supernatural without Dean,” and it was hard. (He pretty much ran out of adjectives and just reverted to adding emphasis …). On a practical level, he said that the scene of Sam pulling the bullet out of himself was hard in a different way, because he was fitted with a chest appliance covering his own skin, and it felt weird to look in the mirror and poke into it to pull the bullet out and then sew it up.” – B
“Jared talking about Dark!Sam in Mystery Spot was awesome. He specifically mentioned the scene where he had to take the bullet out and sew himself up, and that there was this fake chest prosthetic piece, and having fake skin peeling around the edges made him nauseous, and then Jensen jumped in with "that was his real skin," and Jared was all "I'm just that good." MAN.” - S
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•(0:00 BBS)- LA08J2;Q12bb- 3x11; ACT FOUR; Thoughts on Sam living without Dean cont. (Jared)
Jared: -Real life, you know, but, um-
Fan: Kind of scary. Kind of like John.
Jared: Yeah. Yeah he kind of had to get a hard ass, you know, all down-to-business. And when he’s pulling the bullet out of himself, which is a tough sequence to shoot. (audience woo and clap)
Yeah. (nods to audience) They had that little thing. Like, they put me in a body cast, you know, so it’s all this.. (gestures around his torso) mesh. And you’re sitting there and you’re kind of (mimics digging for the bullet) trying to find the bullet. And you can see the fake skin (makes a disgusted face) coming off and (shivers and shakes hand) it kind of makes you nauseous. (audience chuckles) But, uh-
Jensen: (to audience) That wasn’t fake skin. (nods) That was actually him. (audience laughs)
Jared: Yeah, that was actually me. I’m that tough. But, um, it was really tough.
Jensen: Soo, method this guy.
Jared: Yeah. (nods and laughs) I commit.
Jensen: Daniel Daniels who?
Jared: Yeah, who? (audience laughs) Never heard of him.
Fan: Thank you, guys.
Jensen: Thank you.
Jared: Thank you.
(0:36 BBS) -Closing
Jensen: And, uh, I guess (leans forward and looks off stage to his right) is that, uh.. (Jared looks to his right) Is that- is that it? That finishes this sequence of events. (Jared claps)
Jared: (to audience) Thank you guys (?and then?). (audience claps and cheers)
Jensen: (to audience) Thanks everybody.
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Jared stands, clapping. Jensen gets up from his chair and picks up Jared’s pigtail bts photo from the floor, while Jared goes off to the right of the stage and exchanges his mic for a silver sharpie from a creation employee. Jensen follows suit. Jared and Jensen then sign the convention wall poster on the right of the screen. Jared signs under his face and Jensen signs next to Chad’s face.
Jared finishes first and then moves to the left one and starts jumping to try and reach closer to his printed face, making the crowd laugh. Jared settles for signing above Fred’s face and Jensen sided to the other side underneath Dean’s face. The boys hand back the sharpies to the creation employee and then start their walk off stage.
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The audience claps and cheers. The boys wave at the crowd as they leave towards and behind the curtains, signaling the panel’s end.
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A Night of Shadows and Strength
Characters: Jensen x Reader (wife)
Warnings: Panic Attack, Angst, fluff
A/N: Story idea given to me by @cheekygirl2309. Jensen is having a panic attack and the reader is there to comfort him.
As someone who has anxiety, it is no joke. When I’m having a panic attack I often feel like I’m dying, and the despair that comes with it fills your very soul. Then comes the guilt and embarrassment of having one. I’m slowly learning, it’s okay and isn’t something to be ashamed of. Remember it’s okay to not be okay, and if you need help, please reach out to someone. You are worthy and you are loved. ❤️
Minors DNI 18+
The soft glow of the streetlamp cast long, dancing shadows across the living room as I stepped inside. A wave of relief washed over me as I saw Jensen's shoes neatly lined up by the door. But as I called his name, the silence that followed sent a chill down my spine.
“Jensen, honey I’m home. Are you here?” My voice echoed through the house. Mocking me with the quietness that followed.
I searched the house, my heart pounding in my chest. No Jensen. His phone went straight to voicemail, and calls to his friends and family yielded no answers. Hours ticked by, each one filled with growing dread.
I paced the living room, waiting for him to call or come home. My heart beat wildly in my chest. Every second the clock ticked my mind began to panic. Jensen always called, or answered his phone. Even when he was upset.
I called Jared again, “Jar, he’s still not home. I’m really worried about him. He seemed fine this morning when I left for work. He was going to stay home and work on his script. Did he call you at all today?”
“Yeah, he called me earlier and said he was going to the brewery later. He had some paperwork to sort out before selling it.”
“Okay, thank you Jared, if you hear from him, please call me.”
Hanging up I called the brewery number but there was no answer. I knew he was heartbroken about having to close the brewery, but it started to bleed money and he was already pouring so much into it. The location was mostly to blame.
Just as I was about to call the police, my phone rang. An unfamiliar number. Hesitantly, I answered. The voice on the other end was a raw, broken whisper. It was Jensen.
"I'm sorry," he choked out, his voice trembling. "I'm so sorry."
My heart clenched, “Jensen, where are you baby? Please tell me and I’ll be there.”
His voice, barely above a whisper, “Brewery.”
Getting into my car, I rushed to find him, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and relief. When I arrived, I was met with a sight that tore at my soul. My strong, confident husband was curled up in a fetal position, tears streaming down his face, his body wracked with sobs.
I knelt beside him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding against my chest. Gently, I guided him through deep breaths, my voice soft and soothing. Slowly, the intensity of his panic began to subside.
As his tears began to fade, he looked up at me, his eyes filled with shame. "I'm so sorry," he repeated, his voice barely a whisper.
"It's okay," I assured him, stroking his hair. "I'm here for you, always. You're not less of a man because of this."
Jensen nodded, his expression a mix of relief and vulnerability. "You're right," he said. "It makes me stronger."
“Yes, baby it does. Closing this place isn’t your fault either. Nobody thinks that.” I said as I ran my fingers through his hair.
Jensen’s voice still low, “I know, I’ve just never failed at anything in my life. I wanted this so bad. It’s been a dream for so long.”
Cupping his face in my hands I made his green eyes look at me, “Jensen Ross Ackles, you didn’t fail at this. We just need to find a location closer to the city. We’ve got this. I promise. This dream of yours will continue, it’s just on hold right now.”
He nodded and pressed his lips to mine. His lips trembled against mine.
His breathing finally leveled off and I knew the panic attack was subsiding. Standing up I reached for his hand. “Come on baby, let’s go home.”
Jensen nodded and stood. As Jensen walked to his truck, I climbed in. “What are you doing sweetheart?” He asked. “We are going home together. I can get my car tomorrow.” Nodding he put the car in drive and took your hand in his.
He rubbed circles on my hand as he held it. I knew this was his way to help ground himself. Giving his hand a little squeeze, told Jensen you were there for him.
“I love you sweetheart, thank you for always being there for me.” “I love you too, Jensen. I’ll always be there for you.”
That night, as we lay together, I held him close, feeling a deep sense of peace. Jensen knew, as I did, that he was safe with me. And in that moment, I realized that true strength wasn't about being invincible, but about acknowledging our weaknesses and finding the courage to face them together.
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The reason(s) I’m anti-Danneel
Hello all!
This is actually my first official anti-Danneel post as opposed to reblogging an anti post or responding to anons who somehow found me.
First, a note: some of what I'm posting are reposts from other now defunct/deactivated Tumblrs that I was able--thanks to the Wayback Machine and/or Tumblr preserving the reblogs with information--so whenever possible, I will credit the original authors. It's because of them that I was able to find out all the crap Danneel had done and the evidence.
If it's a "Jensen said this", don't ask me where precisely, because there are way too many cons, panels, interviews. Just trust that Jensen did say it, okay?
Now... to begin with the biggest crime to lay at Danneel's feet: Abuse.
So I'm going to preface this with a content warning/trigger warning. If you are bothered by description of abuse, even emotional abuse, I advise you to skip. I will not be held responsible for how upsetting this might get. You've been warned.
Now to begin! Here's the issues I've noticed (and others). Hat tip to @taraslittlecorner (now defunct/deactivated) for the original post that I was thankfully able to find on the Wayback Machine.
I'll add a cut here because it's going to get long!
Public Humiliation:
Jensen eating gummy bears. This post was made as a public stab at Jensen for the amount of gummy bears he was eating. It was a stab at not only his eating habits/weight, but it was also a stab at him being greedy or gluttonous.
Jensen on the carousel. Another stab at Jensen about his weight.
The whole AD house tour is full of stabs at Jensen. She takes a swipe at everything from him not wanting to change the children’s diapers, not cleaning the toilets, not cooking, and not being able to organize or clean behind himself. (There’s a lot of sketchy things in that video as well.) She even made fun of him for being proud of his side of the closet for being tidy.
Jensen didn't cry at the birth of his children. Yet another attempt at making an important, emotional moment in Jensen’s life about her, as well making Jensen seem as if he is emotionless and detached from his family and children, and she’s the one that’s so sensitive.
The FBBC interview. Now, that interviewer sucked ass too, let’s not kid ourselves, that was one of the worst interviews I’ve ever seen in my life. Elta continually trying to make Jensen look lazy, saying that he didn’t smell good, saying that she was pregnant knowing it made him uncomfortable. All of this was with one goal, to humiliate him.
The gaslighting hairdresser. You will never convince me Elta put this woman up to posting this photoshopped, off guard, horrible pic of Jensen and herself, as well as disclosing the location of his family in order to make it look as if she’s been there the whole time when really she’s not. Jensen is very self conscious about his appearance, and this showed him in a bad light, again to humiliate him and make him look like a slob. (That seems to be her MO.)
(These are just the ones we’re all familiar with, but if you guys send more receipts you want to add to this I’d be glad to add them to it as a receipt collection.)
2. Controlling: This is another all day topic. Seriously, we could talk all day about how one can be considered controlling in a relationship, and Elta is no different. The biggest and most public thing that we can see is her constant control over his Social Media.
Now, we know good and damn well that she’s also doing this to hold up to her facade of a “happily married couple”, but it’s also a way of controlling his interactions with other women, (originally he was never allowed to follow women on Social Media; something that has recently changed since The Boys and Big Sky has happened), and to keep track of who he’s talking to and what he’s doing.
Access to one’s cellphone, email address, and other social media is almost as good as attaching a GPS onto a person. If she access his cloud, she can access everything from text messages he’s sent to his most recent emails to his employers.
I have some proof but it will take time to document all of them.
**For those SPN buffs out there. You will also notice that Dean got a whole lot less action between the sheets and with female guest stars after his wedding to Elta, and that’s not a coincidence.**
Jealousy, or extreme jealousy in Elta’s case, can also be the mark of an abuser. The NEED to maintain that state of control, and if he get’s attached to another woman that is paying him better attention, he may try and break things off with her.
3. Isolation: If you’ve noticed Jensen hardly sees his family anymore. He used to speak of his family often, now it’s rare that he’s ever seen with them. They usually have to come to Dallas Con just to see him, and the only actual evidence we have of Elta being there with them all in years is a sketchy ass post on Instagram of Thanksgiving a few years back. Jensen did take his dad, brother, and brother-in law to the Nascar event he recently attended. Other than that, there has been little to no evidence of contact with his family at all as the years progressed, and it’s gotten worse as the years pass of that “marriage.”
He also seems to have shorted his circle of friends to people she gets along with. Marcus, Steve, etc. And even on “vacations” it’s surrounded by her little group of mooching family members and friends: New Orleans, she brought her brother and mother, as well as Steve Carlson and Marcus. Marcus even attended the trip to Cali when they went to the Golden Globes after party.
If you really take time and look, he’s rarely seen with anyone that ELTA doesn’t get along with, or are friends with. He doesn’t even hang out with Jared outside of Canada like he used too, and that should raise suspicious eyebrows alone.
4. Hypersensitivity:
We’ve seen this in the countless attacks Elta, as well as her friends, feel the need to do to SPN fans, or anyone that questions the legitimacy of anything she does or post. I don’t have all of these anymore on hand, but will add the links if I can find them. She’s called fans “fat whores”, anti joker face used to have the receipts, they went on for a while. You don’t have to dig very deep to find this stuff people.
She’s even had Clif write long ass post in order to make it looks as if she’s been so targeted when she just really brings all this shit on herself. She feels threatened because somewhere deep down, she knows she’s doing wrong. You know how the old saying goes, the guilty dog barks? Well, Elta barks a lot.
Even Jensen can get a little defensive when they attack her at cons and to his face. He knows that if he doesn’t defend her, or trys to stand up for himself there will be repercussions. “I don’t tell my wife what to do. I’m not stupid, or suicidal.”
5. Unexplained injury, or weight-loss: Since about 2018, Jensen has progressively lost weight. To the point that the FBBC instagram page even removed the photo I used in this example because people were commenting on Jensen’s weightloss. They try to explain it away in marathon training, but we all know that’s not the case. The constant attacks she’s made against his weight are starting to show.
Every time Jensen has to quarantine with her he starts to look like death warmed over, weight drop, sickly looking skin color, (which is also a sign of malnutrition), and that dead look we can’t get seem to forget. Then we get him back to work, and it’s almost an immediate improvement.
Then there is the chunk that’s missing out of his nose now because of a nose injury that kept being explained in different instances at the same event as to how he even got it. It first appeared a day after the FBBC family reunion event that took place in May of 2018 in a post made by Elta of Jensen playing with the kids, and people thought it was just a breathe right strip.
If you look closely, you can even see that his eyes looked to be blacked, as if he’d somehow broken his nose.Once he got ot an event for Elta’s Limbo Jewelry line launch in NYC, he kept changing the story as to how he got said injury. First he told fans that he’d hurt it by hitting a pool wall while playing with his kids. Then he said he’d dropped a keg on it. Well, if you’ve ever worked for a bar or been around kegs you know those things are heavy, and that story is a blatant lie.
CONSTANTLY SHIFTING STORIES OF HOW AN INJURY OCCURRED ARE ONE HELL OF A RED FLAG PEOPLE!!
If it were Elta with the injury, and she kept changing the story as to how she got it, there would have been questions asked; but since Jensen is a man it was never looked into.
Take all these for what you will guys! It’s only my observations and opinions! You may not agree, but I know you all can agree that if Jensen were female, this conversation would have happened a LONG time ago.
Men can be victims of domestic abuse/violence, and the evidence is there! I’m sure there is more, and if you send it to me via submission, even if you want to keep quiet and not put your handle on there I will add the evidence to this post.
THIS MAN DESERVES BETTER!!
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Indecent Proposal (24)
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Characters: Jake Jensen
Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, angst, a little silliness, sweet Jake
A/N: This is a reader-centered chapter. We learn what the reader did while Steve & Bucky were away.
Indecent Proposal (23)
Indecent Proposal masterlist
10 hours earlier, shortly after Bucky and Steve left, …
“What if you type on your laptop to find them?” You decided to take matters into your own hands and bug Jensen. He refused to tell you your husbands’ location, but this didn’t mean you cannot get on his nerves until he gives you more than another excuse.
“I told you that their location is top secret. If I say one word, they will kill me, or worse,” you cocked a brow.
“What’s worse than getting killed?” You asked. “I don’t think there are worse things they could do to you. Why do you fear them so much?”
“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Jensen waited a lifetime to use the quote from George R.R. Martin’s novel. He grinned proudly when you wrinkled your forehead. “You have no clue what they could do to me for even talking to you.”
“They are cuddly bears,” you huffed and sat on a chair next to Jensen. “I’m worried and bored. It's a deadly combination. They don’t want me to leave the mansion, and there is nothing to do but watch TV or read. But I can’t focus on shit.”
“Do you want to play a game? I can get you any game you want for free,” Jensen tried to distract you for a little while.
“What kind of games?”
“How about we play a roleplay or…wait…yes!” Jensen typed away on his laptop. “I got it. You’ll love the game. Give me a minute and we can play together.”
Jensen handed you a controller and switched one of the huge monitors on the wall on.
You didn’t want to play stupid games but agreed to distract yourself from overthinking things again.
“What is the game about?”
“Zombies,” he grinned and sat back down. “Uh-I hope you can stomach a little bit of blood and stuff.”
“Sure—” you sucked in a breath. “I mean…I’m not sure. If I puke it’s your fault.”
“I’ll take the blame then,” Jensen started the game. He explained the ropes to you before he let you choose a character. “We can play together. Stay behind my character in the beginning. He’s a killer dude!”
“Got it,” you looked at the controller to recall everything Jensen said. The first thing you did was walk straight into a group of zombies. Jensen did much better. He saved your character and killed all the zombies.
“Awesome, I found a magnum,” he did a little dance before guiding his character and yours inside an abandoned house. “We are safe here for now. In later chapters, you will get attacked.”
“You know the game well,” you said while fighting with the controller. “Do you play it often?”
“I made it,” he smirked. “Do not fret, my lady. I will bring you to safety.”
“You made it?”
“I designed it,” he shrugged when you gaped at him. “I always wanted to become a game designer.”
“That’s cool! I bet you made a shit-ton of money with the game. The characters look so real!”
“Yeah, that’s what I dreamed of,” he said, eyes saddening at the memory. “Sadly, the company I sold the game to tried to fuck me over. I had no other choice but to hack into their system and steal my own game.”
“I’m sorry, Jensen.”
“Nah,” he shook his head and gave you a cracked smile. “This way only I know how to beat the game. You’re the first person I allowed to play it.”
“Thank you,” you patted his thigh. “You’re a nice guy.”
“Please don’t tell Bucky and Steve so. I’m a dangerous criminal, remember?”
“Got it,” you whispered to not draw attention toward you and Jake. Your husbands’ men still guarded the doors. “You’re a bad guy. A mastermind and criminal. We all should fear you.”
“Uh-don’t overdo it. I don’t want them to end up killing me because I’m a danger to you…”
“Alpine! Come out, kitty,” you called Alpine’s name while looking for the cat. Another distraction was needed because Jake had to check on the security and watch the monitors. Something was happening outside the mansion, but you didn’t dare ask. “Alpine?”
Alpine meowed loudly. “There you are!” You grabbed the cat from its throne, Bucky’s old armchair at the library. “I was looking for you, punk.”
You giggled when the cat looked offended. “Aw, only Bucky can call you punk, huh? Well, he’s not here, so I’m going to call you punk.”
Alpine didn’t mind cuddles. The cat was looking for its owner, missing Bucky as much as you did. “Oh, wait! I know. Let’s brush your fur and get you a new collar.”
Carrying the cat inside the walk-in wardrobe to look for something to dress the cat you sighed. “I can’t get you a new collar, Alpine. Bucky said we must stay inside the mansion. But don't worry. I'll find a nice scarf or something for you.”
While Alpine got comfortable in your arms, you looked at the vanity, remembering Steve and Bucky gifted you more than one necklace.
“I know, punk. We will make you even prettier using my necklace…”
Part 24.2
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Chosen For Pleasure (I)
Series Masterlist/Warnings
"Actor turned business billionaire Jensen Ackles, is set to open up a new ale house here in Laredo Texas today. Plenty of stars are set to be in attendance including Ackles ex co-star and best friend Jared Padalecki. It should be a packed event!"
I listened to the reporter on the television as I adjusted the camera strap around my neck. I bit my lip as my bosses words replayed in my head.
"I really need you on this (y/n), get the picture for the magazine, and maybe we'll talk about a promotion."
I worked for a local magazine as a photographer, it wasn't my dream job by any means but it was a start. My boss Gray had connections, so if I impressed him, i'd have a better shot at getting my photographs seen by more people.
I was supposed to go to the grand opening of the new ale house by Jensen Ackles to get a picture of the ribbon cutting.
I don't know why I was so nervous, maybe because my boss made it seem as if my job depended on getting this picture.
Maybe it did.
"ugh you look gorgeous, I wish I could go with you." my roommate Stella said leaning against the door frame.
"I wish you were going too." I murmur giving her a small smile.
"here's the questions, even if you could just get him to answer one!" she said handing me a list of prepared questions for Jensen.
"I can't promise anything Stell, there will probably be hundreds of reporters there, I don't even know how I'll get a good picture. Gray will have my neck if I don't pull this off." I sighed nervously.
"everything will be fine, you always make it happen, now go out there and take a picture of that beautiful man." she cheered pushing me towards the door.
"oh an (y/n/n) try to smile, you look better when you smile." she added.
I rolled my eyes tucking her list in my jacket pocket and walking out the door with a wave. It was a quick drive to the new ale house location, this was Jensen's fourth grand opening after all so he knew all about the prime locations for business.
I gasped as I pulled up to the spot, there were thousands of people waiting. I saw a lot of people in supernatural shirts proclaiming their love for Dean Winchester.
Damn these fans sure are dedicated.
I grabbed my media badge, making sure I had everything. I walked over to an area roped off with a velvet rope, this was where the media usually stands.
I glanced up seeing the overwhelming number of reporters and photographers. There was a make shift stage where Jensen would come out and give a few words before cutting the ribbon.
"uh hi, I'm (F/N L/N) for Texas Monthly." I said to the security guard showing him my press badge.
"of course Ms. (L/N), right this way."
I'm led behind the rope with the hundreds of other media workers.
Great, I couldn't see a thing.
I wasn't the tallest, standing 5"3 on a good day. I really needed this picture. I took a deep breath. I was just going to have to push my way through. I sighed as I started to forcefully push my way through the crowded bodies. I uttered apologies as people gave me dirty looks.
It finally got to where I could push no more. I was closer to the front but still a ways away. There was no way I was getting a good picture now. I blew a piece of stray hair that had fallen in my face when there was a clearing of a mic sound, followed by the girls in the crowd delivering ear splitting screams. I stood on my tippy toes and looked up at the stage.
Jensen Ackles walked over to the microphone standing clad in a black suit and a tie. He smiled showing his perfect teeth. He waved his hand at the screaming girls.
"holy.." I stared to say looking up at him.
I've seen pictures of him of course, but up close he looked even more mesmerizing, if that were remotely possible. His eyes were dark as he scanned the crowd. His jaw clenched looking as if the heavens chiseled it out of stone. He was intimidatingly tall, with muscles being accentuated by his suit jacket. He was undeniably gorgeous.
"thank you, thank you all." He said waiting for the screams to die down.
It just made the girls scream more. Hs voice was raspy, it dripped of sex appeal.
"I appreciate everyone coming today. I'm so grateful to be opening my fourth ale house in beautiful Laredo. I've always been a connoisseur of whiskey and rum, and I've been blessed to be able to work with some incredibly talented people and make my own. What started out as a hobby has now grown in to a full blown business and I couldn't be more grateful for each and every one of you that helps this business thrive. I'm not really a man for speeches so with that being said I officially declare Ackles Ale House open!" He says cutting the ribbon.
I sucked in a sharp breath, and started to panic. I was so focused on listening to his voice, I completely forgot the entire reason I came here! I brought the camera lens up to my eye trying to get a good shot. It was impossible as there were too many people in the way.
I started snapping, praying to the heavens that there was something front page worthy in the mix. Jensen smiled as the reporters started raising their hands for questions. I dug in my pocket for Stellas list but my hands were shaking too much I ended up dropping it on the dirt below.
Shit.
I bent over quickly to pick it up.
"I apologize but Mr. Ackles isn't taking questions at this time." A voice said making people groan in displeasure.
I grabbed the paper rising. As I did I saw Jensen walking past the rope that held the media. It was like something ignited in them. Everyone started pushing closer trying to get that perfect picture, or a quote from the man himself even though it was just said he didn't want to answer questions.
I grabbed on to my camera as elbows flew into my sides and people pushed against my back. I felt my breath get caught in my throat. I didn't like crowds to begin with, and people pushing in to me was too much. A particularly large man pushed against my side causing me to trip over and fall head first into the dirt. I tried to stand up but people were too busy pushing that nobody had noticed I was down here. I covered my head worried I was going to get trampled by media reporters.
"HEY GET BACK, EVERYONE GET BACK." I heard a gruff voice call loudly over the shouting fans and reporters.
I felt a relief in pressure as the bodies move away from me quickly. I uncovered my head and saw a hand being offered out to me. I looked up and was met with piercing green eyes, eyes that belonged to a Mr. Jensen Ackles. I gulped as I looked at his extended hand. No way was he in front of me right now.
"are you okay?" He asked.
I stared at him wide eyed, somehow his voice sounded even sexier when it was talking to me. I grabbed his hand giving him a slight nervous nod. He pulled me to my feet as if I were weightless.
"no you're not, your head is bleeding."
He put his hand on my face and with his thumb stroked a spot on my forehead. I winced in pain. I must've cut my head when I fell. It was just my luck that I would look incredibly stupid in front of him. I could hear cameras snapping as he looked at me. I prayed to god this didn't end up on any front pages I was embarrassed enough already. I realized I still hadn't said anything and was just awkwardly staring at him.
"I'm sure it's okay." I quietly murmur wiping my sleeve against my head.
I looked down seeing a little red stain.
"come on, let's get you some help." He smiled.
He grabbed my hand pulling me through the crowd of people and under the rope that was now being held up by his security guards. I could hear people gossiping but I was too focused on his large hand engulfing my small one. I felt my mouth go bone dry as he pulled me inside the ale house that had yet to let patrons in.
"Sit." He instructed pulling out a bar stool for me to sit on.
He disappeared somewhere else in the pub. I took the opportunity to look around. It was beautiful in here. The decor was nice but not too flashy. He reappeared quickly with a first aide kit in hand.
"I'm sorry about that, people can get kind of crazy." He said opening the kit.
I watched his hands work delicately opening an alcohol wipe and a band aide.
Oh god his hands.
They were large, but worked swiftly and were surprisingly gentle looking.
"this will sting a little." He said dabbing my head with the wipe.
I winced and out of reflex my hand flew up grabbing his wrist. He chuckled looking me in the eyes. My strength was in no way a match for him. I'm pretty sure my face lit up like a christmas tree as I removed my hand. I continued to stare at him while he worked at cleaning some excess blood from my wound.
"you don't say much do you.. Ms. uh Ms. (L/N)." Jensen said grabbing the press badge around my neck.
"It's just (y/n)." I chirped quietly.
He towered over me. It was rather intimidating, not to mention that but he's a billionaire television star and I'm just me.
"It's not deep enough to need stitches, just a cut but definitely keep it clean and covered." He ordered putting a band aide over my cut.
He stepped back giving me a once over. I couldn't help but feel incredibly insecure.
"uh thanks, you really didn't have to do all this." I said giving him a shy smile.
"of course I did, an injury is really bad for business." He says staring down at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
I felt the heat creeping up to my cheeks once again.
"oh yeah uh of course." I choked clearing my throat.
Gosh I'm an idiot.
There was a pause of silence before his laughter boomed in my ears.
"I'm kidding Ms. (L/N)." He said smiling.
"It's just (y/n). " I whispered again.
"so just (y/n), are you a reporter, you really don't seem like the cutthroat type." He asked gesturing to Stellas list that I still clutched in my hand.
"uh photographer actually, I was supposed to get a picture of the opening, my friend Stella is a reporter, she was supposed to come too but uh she has the stomach bug and wanted to see if I could get you to answer some of her questions for the article she's writing." I said afraid to meet his eyes.
"well did you get one?" He questions leaning on the bar so he was more relaxed and slouched down to my level."
I gave him a confused look.
"a picture." He clarifies, laughing at my confusion.
I don't know what it was about him, but it was causing my brain to get all foggy.
"oh yeah, uhm lets see." I blushed looking down at my camera.
I noticed the lens had a crack in it, and that the hatch where the sd card was inserted was open and the sd card missing.
" oh no." I said peering at my camera.
"everything okay?" Jensen spoke up furrowing his eyebrows in concern.
"uh yeah just my camera I must've cracked the lens when I fell, and my sd card fell out. It's fine though I'm sure uh there are other pictures we can use for the column." I said shaking it off.
I didn't want him to feel bad for my clumsiness.
I looked up meeting Jensens eyes. He was staring at me intently. I gulped nervously, feeling my cheeks heat up.
"well how about I answer some of your friends questions then." He offers with a smile.
"I uh thought you weren't answering questions." I said barely above a whisper.
Jensen leaned in close so we were eye level now.
"I think I can make an exception. I mean you got hurt for me after all." He said giving me a cheeky smile.
I could feel his breath fan over my face as he spoke. It smelled like mint and whiskey. I couldn't help the chills that shot through my body.
"uh great thanks, she'll be thrilled." I said starting to fiddle with the paper, of course in my nervous tirade I dropped it.
I went to reach for it at the same time as Jensen making our hands touch.
"erm sorry." I said quickly grabbing the paper and unfolding it the rest of the way.
Jensen sat leaning on the bar staring at me, waiting for me to ask him a question. I removed a pen from my pocket and quickly looked at the paper, my brain was so foggy I convinced myself I forgot how to read for a second. I took a deep breath reading the first question on the list.
"uh you went from being a successful actor on the hit show supernatural to now owning multiple businesses, to what do you.." I started but was cut off by Jensen.
"to what do I owe my sucess? is that really her question?" He asks raising his eyebrows.
I bite my lip nervously shaking my head.
"I think my success is owed to supernatural and how hard we worked to make the show what it was, it allowed me to make connections with some great people and build up my name." He said.
"maybe you just got lucky." I chirped still biting my bottom lip.
"that's funny Ms. (L/N), I found out the harder I worked the more luck seemed to come my way." He said ruggedly.
"of course, I didn't uh mean, uh I'm just going to ask the next question, you've recently started outsourcing some of your products from third world countries, is this a personal reason or.." I started but again was cut off.
"It's smart business, that's all." He said.
I scoffed looking down at the paper.
"what you don't think I'm making smart marketing decisions?" He asked raising his eyebrows.
"No it's not that, I just think your heart may be a little bit bigger than you would like people to believe. I said giving him a shy smile.
"you know many media reporters say I don't have much of a heart at all." Jensen said running his hand down his bearded chin.
"I don't believe that." I said quickly looking at him intently.
“well then you don’t know me very well Ms. (L/N), next question.” He says quickly changing topics.
I glance at the paper flustered. It seemed like this was something that he struggled with. He didn't want to answer questions to begin with and the last thing I wanted to do was make him uncomfortable with my questioning.
“Are you gay.” I spoke before my hand immediately flew over my mouth.
I'm going to kill Stell.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I just asked you that! It’s Stella she’s intrusive and since your almost never photographed with a woman, the media speculates.” I rambled feeling absolutely embarrassed.
Jensen looked at me with a stern face before laughing.
“no I’m not gay.” He said.
“I’m sorry it’s on the paper.” I blushed.
“forget the paper..” he said grabbing it from my hands and placing it on the bar. “is there anything you want to know about me?” He asked moving just a bit closer.
I bite my lip again looking down at my hands.
“you said I didn’t know you very well to believe you have a heart, is that because you don’t think you do or other people make you feel like that?” I whisper looking at the man in front of me.
He was so nice. How could someone this nice not have a heart? Jensen once again leaned down to my eye level, our noses were practically touching. I stared nervously at his gorgeous green eyes.
“I’m not who everyone thinks that I am Ms. (L/N).” He answered his eyes falling to the floor.
I was about to respond when a couple guys in black suits came in.
“Jensen we gotta get these doors open.” A middle aged man said looking to Jensen.
“yeah of course Cole, start letting the guests in.” Jensen said standing up and turning away from me.
I slowly stood up too, displeased that whatever moment we had was now over.
“just give me a minute guys.” Jensen said holding up a finger to the gentlemen in the suits.
He turns back around grabbing my chin to examine my band aide covered head. I felt electric pulse through my skin where his fingertips met.
“I’m uh really sorry you got hurt today, and that you didn’t get your picture. I hope I answered all your questions though.” He said offering me a small smile.
“I think you only answered three of them but, I uh should go, thanks again for the help I thought I was actually going to get trampled out there.” I joked biting my bottom lip again.
Jensen looks down at my lip before meeting my eyes.
“I wouldn’t have let that happen.” Jensen says seriously his eyes flicking from my lips to my eyes.
I got a nervous feeling in my gut when he stared at me. Almost as if I was nauseous but in a good way.
“I should uh go.” I whispered not wanting to delay the opening more than I already had but also wanting to savor every bit of this moment.
“I’ll uh walk you out.” Jensen says turning around and putting a hand on my lower back.
He leads me out the back door of the ale house where it isn’t overrun with people.
“I guess this is goodbye then.” I said turning to look at him one last time.
I can’t believe I actually had the chance to sit down and talk with him. My heart ached that this experience was now over.
“who knows Ms. (L/N). I might see you around.” Jensen says before turning around and walking back in to his business.
“just (y/n).” I whisper biting my lip, though he was already too far gone.
I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face as I walked outside. The Texas heat hit me like a freight train, Jensen’s words playing in my head.
“who knows I might see you around.”
My smile didn’t falter as I quietly drove back to our little apartment. As soon as I pulled in my parking space Stella was out at my car.
“Oh my god (y/n/n) your all over the internet.” She screams handing me her phone.
I look down and there are pictures of Jensen jumping over the velvet rope to rescue me. I looked like a deer in headlights staring up at him.
God this was so embarrassing.
I just hope Gray doesn't see these. I gave her, her phone back getting out of the car.
“so…” she starts with a squeal.
“so…” I say rolling my eyes at her.
“tell me everything, what happened!?” she screams grabbing my shoulders.
“nothing really, he brought me inside to clean up my cut and we just talked for a little bit, I asked him some of your questions, I even asked him if he was gay, which thanks for that by the way.” I said pushing past her into the apartment.
“ooh yeah sorry about that, so what was he like?” She pestered.
“nice, polite, serious, intimidating.” I rattled off, my mind going to the towering man with the raspy voice.
“uh totally hot…” she added.
"I mean yeah if you're in to that type." I said glancing at her.
“so did you get your picture?” she asked looking at my camera.
I looked down at my camera again disappointed. I knew I was going to get shit for not doing the one task I was asked of, I’m just hoping Stella’s questions were enough to get me out of the hole I had dug for myself.
“no, when I fell my lens cracked and I’m missing my sd card.” I groaned taking my camera off from around my neck and tossing it on the couch.
“oh well you wrote down the answers to the questions right?” She said cocking her head to the side.
I shook my head, fishing in my jacket pocket for her list of questions where I'd scribbled his answers in pen. I didn’t feel them though. Realization hit me as I remembered Jensen grabbing the paper out of my hand and setting it on the bar. I never picked it back up. I was definitely screwed now. I remember all of his answers but still, I don’t know if anyone will believe just word of mouth.
“about that..” I started biting my lip.
“Gray’s going to be furious.” Stella says giving me a concerned look.
“you’re telling me.” I said crashing on the couch.
A million thoughts were running through my head, all of them leading back to one person in particular. He was definitely intimidating but there was also something about him that drew you in and hypnotized you. I shuddered remembering how close he was to me, the smell of his aftershave mixed with his cologne filled my nostrils. It was definitely the best day I've had in awhile despite not getting my picture and the hell I’m going to get for it. I grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa, curling up and falling into a euphoric sleep, my dreams consisting of a certain green eyed man.
“I guess this is goodbye then.” I said turning to look at him one last time.
"maybe it doesn't have to be?"
Jensen came closer to me running a hand down the side of my face. He looked in my eyes intently while bringing his face closer. I bit my lip out of habit.
"what I wouldn't do to bite that lip." He groaned.
"What’s stopping you?"
He leaned in making my eyes flutter closed. I could feel his breath just a mere inch away from me. He got closer.....and closer.....
I awoke to someone violently shaking my shoulders.
"(y/n), get the hell up, we're going to be late for work." Stella yelled throwing a pillow at me.
I shot up from my position on the couch.
Shit. I overslept.
I quickly grabbed some clothes sprinting to the bathroom. I threw on black dress pants, a white top and a black blazer. I ran my fingers quickly through my hair, deciding this would have to do for now. I managed to have enough time to gargle with some mouth wash before running out the door.
"so what are you going to tell Gray?" Stella asked driving to the editorial office while I applied a thin layer of mascara in the passengers seat.
Fuck. I was so preoccupied thinking of Jensen I had no clue what the hell I was going to say to my boss.
"maybe he won't ask." I shrugged in defeat.
"yeah and maybe I'll be the next Queen of England." Stella joked.
She pulled into her designated parking spot, gathering her bag from the back seat. I opened the door moving at a sluggish pace. Maybe if I avoided Gray everything would be fine. He's a busy man after all, there are times where he can’t be seen throughout the day. I was praying that today was one of those days, just until I could think of what to say to him, or find something else that could potentially save our article. I walked in the building with my head down going straight to my desk.
Keep cool. I don't think he saw me enter.
I turn around unpacking my bag when I heard a hand slam down on my desk.
Of course. I just can’t win!
I hesitantly turn around, my boss Gray staring down at me.
"so did you get my picture?" He asked glaring at me.
I noticed Stella start to shuffle closer, knowing I'd need her for support.
"about the picture sir.." I started my voice quiet.
"you didn't get the picture!?" He asked, slowly starting to raise his voice.
"no, there were too many people, I fell and cracked the lens of my camera, and.." I rambled but was cut off.
"this was huge (y/n), you really dropped the ball on this one. I can't believe you're incapable of doing one small simple task, how are you ever going to make it in the big leagues if you can't snap a simple picture?" He yelled in disappointment.
I could feel the tears lace my eyes as he degraded me in front of the entire editorial office. I've never felt so small. Stella steps up beside me.
“now sir, let’s take it easy.” She tries to defend while trying not to cross a line.
"I'm really sorry sir." I apologized looking down at my feet, not wanting him to see my tear brimmed eyes.
"you're sorry, well sorry doesn't...." He started but was interrupted by a voice.
"I'm uh looking for a Ms. (L/N)."
I snapped my head up.
I know that voice.
Jensen stood at the reception desk, the receptionist too stunned to speak.
"holy shit.." Stella and I both said at the same time.
Jensen glances around, finally connecting eyes with mine. He smiles making his way to my desk.
“Mr. Ackles what a pleasure to have you here, I’m Gray Holland, chief editor.” Gray says putting on a big smile, which was different from his usual scowl.
Jensen ignored him, instead coming to stand in front of me and a very stunned Stella.
“you’re uh here, how, why?” I asked in shock.
“I believe you dropped this.” Jensen said.
He reaches in to his pocket and pulls out an sd card. He found it… but how? Did he go looking?
“Ah you must be Stella?” Jensen said turning to her.
She stands wide eyed nodding her head. He reaches in his other pocket pulling out a folded up paper… it was the list of her questions.
“I’m uh not gay but thanks for clarifying.” Jensen says handing Stella her list of questions.
She unfolded it with shaking hands, every question was filled out in his neat handwriting. I can’t believe he took the time to do that. Jensen gives me a smile before turning around to face Gray.
“Mr. Holland was it? I apologize sir, I didn’t anticipate the amount of people being there, therefore quality control was not the most efficient. It was my fault, Ms. (L/N) was shoved over and her camera sustained damages. I’ve written out a check that should cover the cost to replace the camera.” Jensen spoke pulling out a folded check.
My breath was caught in my throat. Nobody had ever stood up for me before. Gray was an intimidating man but looked small compared to Jensen.
“I appreciate your explanation and thank you Mr. Ackles, but (y/n) still didn’t get the cleared picture for her article.” Gray says pocketing the check.
I rolled my eyes. All Gray cares about is his stupid magazine.
“I know it’s not the same, but I’m free now for an original picture, as long as Ms. (L/ N) gets to take it.” Jensen spoke glancing back at me.
I could hear Stella shriek with excitement. Gray looks at me with judge filled eyes before agreeing.
“you girls go set up in the studio.” Gray orders me and Stella.
Stella grabs my hand sprinting to the studio while Jensen went to freshen up in the bathroom.
“Oh my gosh I can’t believe this is real right now!” Stella squealed.
“I have no idea how he found me, I never told him where we work.” I said scratching my head.
“He’s so totally into you (y/n) ! Must’ve made an impression if he tracked you down!” Stella fangirled.
“you’re delusional my friend.” I laughed starting to set up a backdrop and a ring light for some good lighting.
Jensen came back, dressed in his signature suit and tie.
“Ready?” He asked giving me a smile.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his smile.
I shook my head biting my bottom lip. Jensen walked in front of the backdrop and posed for the camera. It didn’t take me long to snap a couple good pictures of him. Let’s be honest, the man was incapable of taking a bad one. I brought the camera down from my eye sifting through the pictures.
“any good ones?” Jensen asked, his presence suddenly much closer.
“they’re all good.” I smiled turning my camera to show him the headshots.
I could feel his body heat radiating off of him as he stood close glancing down at the pictures.
“wow these are great, you’re really talented.” Jensen said looking down at me.
Hold up did he just call me talented!? I could feel the immediate heat spread to my cheeks.
“thank you and thank you for all this, Gray’s always on my case.” I said staring up at the tall man.
“I owe you one, and that guy is blind if he can’t see the talent right in front of him.” Jensen said reaching a hand up to stroke my cheek in a comforting manor.
Suddenly someone was clearing their throat. I completely forgot Stella was in the room too.
“I’m just going to go.” She said pointing to the door.
She started to walk backwards but tripped on her two feet causing Jensen and I to laugh. Once she was out the door Jensen turned his attention back to me.
“so any plans for lunch?” He asked.
I bit my lip shaking my head no.
“how about lunch with me?”
“I’d love too.” I breathed.
“then it’s a date.”
Author Note:
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I really hope you Jensen lovers are liking the first part of my new fiction. If you can show it with a heart, reblog, comment, or a follow!
Part (II)
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Hello,
Congrates again Sweetie, you really deserves it ❤️
I don't know how many asks we can send and I had so many ideas of combinations
I am sending two of them depending on what's inspiring you. If both of them inspire you, it's even better. 🤭
🥳😶❤️ Steve Rogers
👇🕯😈 Jake Jensen
Good luck 😘
Okay this is definitely a brain teaser
but still, I'm going to go with 🥳😶❤️ Steve Rogers, because this reminded me of an idea I once had...
Disguise
Captain America!Steve Rogers x You
Warning: A little cursing but that's all.
Summary: It's your first mission, and Captain America has told you to disguise yourself. You've followed that order to a "T".
A/N: Hiya! Sorry it took so long to get it out :( I have to say, originally I wanted to write a short drabble where Steve was teaching her a lesson, but then I wondered, why is she on this mission in the first place? and I can't control this drabble which turned into a ~2k one-shot....
"... and the last item on our agenda," Maria took a brief stop from her briefing and looked around the room like a hawk, scanning everyone with her sharp eyes until they landed on the selected few, "congratulations on our fellow analysts who have applied for the field agent assistant position and passed the final test."
With a few claps from the fellow analysts, she paused again, waiting until the claps died down before quickly gathering her thoughts and assigned a few missions to three other analyst/field agent assistant, "And Y/N, I will brief you for your next mission, please stay for a few more minutes after this meeting. The rest of you, keep up the good work. You are dismissed."
It had been an eventful six months with all of your trainings - basically starting up from the ground up, no previous experience being an agent whatsoever - but you made it till the end, even though barely passing all the bars that are required for a field agent assistant. You felt very lucky as field agent assistant only requires 60% of what full-time agents can achieve, and watching your once muscle-lacking arms and legs, now turned out to be somewhat of an amateur wrestler, half of a professional boxer, and a sprinkle of assassin (thanks to Clint for his dart training).
You felt good about yourself. Truly, good.
Maria handed you a slim brown folder with a few pages in it. Opening it with sheer curiosity, you hear Maria picking out a few important points to brief: "There is rumored to be a highly dangerous neurotoxin in the black-market with more than a dozen buyers interested. This mission would be an undercover job in Venice, where the said toxin would be sold to the highest bidder."
The first page had a few sentences of what the said toxin could do. It evaporates soon but kills just as quickly. Victim's skin turned purple in contact with this chemical, looking as if they had suffocated to death. Word on the street? It was responsible for the terrorist attack in Paris last month.
"You would be posing as Mrs. Anna Dashevsky, wife of Mr. Vlad Dashevsky, the notorious couple of wreaking havoc: the train accident in Germany, the bombing in L.A., and a few other dozen of suspected murders and attacks. We have apprehended them both from their Belarus safe house twenty-four hours ago, safe to say that your cover would not be blown since the auction is fully anonymous." Maria had her skeptical look on you, her cold voice brought chills to your spine, "Unless of course, you got made."
"No, I won't, Ma'am." You replied on instinct, knowing fully well that the danger of arms dealers and terrorists gathering in such an auction could possibly be the end of your career - and your life as well, which was why you took a glance at the page of Mr. and Mrs. Dashevsky, making a mental note of the couple's information.
"Good. I shall hope not." Maria gestured you to turn the file to the next page, "You would be working with an Avenger for this mission. Your task is to provide tactical analytic support on the ground. Locate the position of the toxin, get it out, our team would be picking you up two miles south of the venue -" She pointed to a red cross marked on the map, "which is this bridge. If you missed the rendezvous, retreat to the safehouse." Her fingers tapped the red circle on the corner of the map, "Proceed as Protocol 4-12 Agent in Distress."
You scanned over the map to remember the extraction routes, noticing that these are the only pages in the thin folder, "There's no teammate information - am I going in there as Anna alone, or ...?"
Maria shook her head lightly, "You would be greeted by your teammate once you land in Venice, and your teammate would be posing as Vlad, your husband - I noticed you've got a B+ in Russian?" Seeing that you've nodded in confidence, Maria continued, "Good. Practice your Russian, might be handy. Your flight takes off at Runway Charlie in thirty minutes, I'd suggest you head off to the equipment room right now for the gadgets."
"Yes, Ma'am." You dared not linger a second more and headed straight to the equipment room.
First mission on the ground. You could not be more excited.
Turned out, you could. When the famous Captain America greeted you once your plane had landed on a small airstrip in the outskirt of Padova. Where he was leaning by a smooth silver sedan with a fake nose and a fake moustache.
You almost did not recognise him until he spoke.
"Steve." He introduced himself briefly, extending his hand for you to shake. Didn't take much to know the only one named "Steve" existing in the Avengers team was Steve Frigging Rogers, Captain America himself, the golden boy of the States, and the man with the plan.
"Hi! I'm Anna." You put down your briefcase of trinkery, took his hand and shook with a firmer grip than you had imagined. "Well, my name isn't Anna," You smiled apologetically, "It's ..."
"I know, Y/N." He chuckled, opening the car door for you, gesturing for you to sit, "I've got the files Maria sent. We'll talk on the way."
Yeesh, such gentleman. You bit back the grin and sat in the passenger's seat, while he put the case into the backseat.
The drive from Padova to Venice took about forty minutes, during which he briefed you the latter half of the information required. You switched to one of those little boats - which Italian name you still couldn't pronounce - on entering Venice, by that time you were picking up something casual to talk about, just in case the toxin seller had eyes and ears around the potential buyers.
"First time leaving the office, huh?" He teased you lightly, rubbing small circles around your shoulder blade, pretending to be intimate as he spoke softly.
"Yeah." You murmured, clasping and un-clasping your hand due to obvious nervousness, "It's the first time, well ... ever."
"It's okay." Steve smiled warming, practically glowing kindness when he offered to soothe your nerves, "I'd say you would forget about it ..." He shrugged, "But then I would be lying. Truth is, it's always frightening for the first time, but you will be fine." Steve beamed at you, scratching his fake nose, which you thought must be some kind of silicone that created authentic skin-like appearance, "Just give it time."
Your destination was the safehouse marked on the map. After Steve tipped the boat guy generously, he made sure no one was lurking before tugging a key out of his pocket and opened the door.
Maybe it was your expression that betrayed you, because Steve read something from your looks and grinned, "You want to ask me something? Go ahead."
You're that obvious? But you decided it was best to follow orders.
"This safe house doesn't look so ... safe." You commented, "How are we supposed to defend ourselves, if it comes to ... you know," you chuckled drily, "shooting and stuff?"
Steve seemed stunned for a moment, before really taking a good look at the plain wooden floor and the almost ancient decor in the kitchen, the rusty oven, the missing cabinet door, the whole lot suggesting this place hadn't been set foot in years.
"What, this?" His brows furrowed into a knot, as if seeing completely different things.
You nervously waited for his reply.
"Oh..." Realization hit him as he slapped himself on the forehead, pressing a button below the kitchen table, "You mean ... this."
The noise of machine operating out of nowhere startled you, almost immediately sent you into a defensive position. But as the old crappy oven flipped to the other side and showed an array of guns, bullets, knives, and tasers, the dusty kitchen table pulled the planks to its side and revealed a huge tactical screen, and the fireplace tugged a secret passageway open for an escape route, your jaw fell on the floor.
"I might have told Tony about the whole disguise idea for the safe houses and uh," Steve chuckled, "He and Bruce took it way too seriously. Probably got a bit carried away too."
"One little problem, though," You raised your index finger and swiped a line along the greasy stove, making a face, "I don't think there's anything we can find here to eat ...?"
"Don't worry about that." Steve waved his hand dismissively, "We won't be here more than an hour before heading to the auction place. There's a full wardrobe and weaponry upstairs, first door on the right - but I'm sure you have already got plenty in your case - But by all means, take half an hour to adjust, rest, grab what you need, and I want us out of here by an hour. That sounds good?"
"Good. Okay. Thumbs up." You confirmed and headed upstairs with your suitcase, only to close the bedroom door and squeal into your palms.
O.M.FUCKING.GEE!
Captain America. In the living flesh!
On your first-ever mission!
Three soft knocks came through the thin wooden door.
"You alright in there?"
"I'm okay Cap - I mean, Vlad!" You called out, realizing as soon as you spoke that your voice was hoarse than usual.
"Careful there. The wardrobe door is on the left-hand side. Give me a shout if you need anything."
After that, small trotting noises, probably from the footsteps of Steve Rogers going downstairs.
Left-hand side? You eyed the dusty place curiously, poking and prodding the moldy wallpaper. You didn't see any wardrobe, other than -
Your nail bore contact with a piece of metal, from which a grey-ish camera leapt out of the wall, and nearly hit your hand.
It scanned your face, before emitting that rumbling Transformer noise again, revealing a wall full of weapons, money, and of course, clothes and wigs for disguises.
You gasped at the brand-new Magnums on the wall. You took your word back. This was the safest house in the fucking galaxy.
"Ta-da-" You walked down the stairs, "What do you think, Ca - Vlad?"
Steve had his gaze pinned on you for a moment. His expression was close to blank, which was giving you a hard time figuring out what he was thinking.
"Am I overdoing it?" You clenched the collar of your coat nervously, "Anna - I mean, I came from a Slavic root, so this is ... alright? No?"
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting the corner of his lips from the uncontrollable grin. "I would say, that this outfit is ... " He tried hard not to laugh, "It's good, great. Could use a few ... improvements, though."
You were wearing a thick fur coat and a fur hat, sunglasses too, dressing up like a polar bear rolled over in red and brown paint.
"Just because the Dashevsky's are from Slavic roots doesn't mean we have to dress up as good-ole fashioned Russian villains." Steve helped you take off the thick fur coat, smiling to himself, "We still have some time. Care to go through Disguise 101 with me?"
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Always keep fighting
Warnings: Depressive and insecurity thoughts.
Notes: I was always afraid of naming one of my stories "Always keep fighting" because i used to think that it had to be perfect. I think this one earned it gracefully. You have my heart in it. Rewatching Supernatural 10 years after and all of it just making the same sense to me as when i was just a kid... gave me the confirmation that i'm always going to have where to come back to. Thank you.
Summary: A very meaningful intimate conversation with the one who helped you overcome your depression many years ago. Jared Padalecki.
Platonic!Jared Padalecki x Reader / Jensen Ackles x Reader
You breathed out tired, closing your eyes feeling the sun and a slight breeze hit your face. Billie Eilish’s voice was playing max in your AirPods isolating you from the noises around like that would give you some peace of mind.
You were in the middle of filming a season of Supernatural and honestly your life was great. Expect it wasn’t. Well… it was really, nothing really bad was happening, you had an incredible job, amazing friends, amazing fans, there was no drama. But the stress was winning you over and you could feel yourself slowly drifting away into a dark place again, just like when you were younger and what looked like a innocent wave of sadness, turned into 3 years of anti depressives. You heard once that when you have depression one time, it never go away. Not completely. You live your life “sober”, but if you don’t watch it out, any trigger can throw you into the pit once more.
But it was adult life right? How could you escape the stress of having to do a house moving, working really hard for too many hours, being rejected for a job that you really wanted, sleeping with a coworker who you were in love with and he disappearing after… Normal adult things. There wasn’t no time to cry about it while listening to Billie Eilish.
You opened your eyes when felt a presence besides you, and you took of your AirPods when saw Jared installing himself near you, in the bench below a tree that was located in a quiet spot in the supernatural set. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking straight ahead like everything was normal.
“Hi Jar.” You said still a little confused but waiting to see what this was about.
“Hi (Y/N)” He said simply still looking ahead. “What were you listening to?”
“New Billie’s album.” You said with a little smile and Jared finally looking at you with an excited face, he was wearing his grey beanie and a white hoodie.
“It’s so good right?” He said making you chuckle.
“Yeah…” You answered frowning your eyebrows. “What are you doing here Jar? I thought you didn’t even had scenes today.”
“Had some audio problems I had to solve for that forest scene.” He explained and turned his attention straight ahead again. “And thought it would be a good opportunity to check on you.”
“Check on me?” You asked laughing a bit confused. “You see me practically everyday”
“Yeah, that’s exactly why I knew we had to talk.” He said turning more serious and your heart started to sunk in your chest. “I know you (Y/N). For real.”
You sighed giving up on trying to hide, Jared was one of your best friends and you two always understood each other very well. That included noticing each other’s mood swings and knowing all about the other’s personal life’s. You stayed quiet for a few seconds before breathing out.
“I didn’t get that part that I really wanted.” You admitted feeling almost ashamed of saying out loud, sensing a bitter taste in your mouth. It was the main role for an adaptation of a book that you loved, and you felt like you were the perfect person for it. Apparently not.
“I’m sorry (Y/N), I know how excited you were.” He said quietly putting his arm around your shoulder to give a squeeze. “Did they tell you why?”
“Nothing concrete.” You struggled. “Random excuses and pre written messages.”
“That sucks.” He agreed and made a long pause. “But it was just another project, other ones will appear and besides… it would mess up your schedule with Supernatural!”
You rolled your eyes and looked at him with a little smile.
“Jared we both know Supernatural is coming to an end. Everybody is moving on, thinking about what to do next. You’re already writing your project, hell, Jensen is in L.A right now signing contracts for The Boys.” You said and saw him struggling on what to say. He knew you were right. You entered the Supernatural cast many years ago and it was like a dream coming true. Your career got some much better, the working environment was everything you could ever ask for, you met your best friends and had incredible fans. Being a female character in the show, you didn’t think you would last that much. But you did and you were happy about it. But all the things in life get to a point when you start wanting more, and now, knowing that Supernatural has to end, you found yourself lost. Stagnated. Scared what would happen to your career after this. You were a few years younger than J2 and thought the industry would be open to welcome you, but wasn’t at all what was happening.
“(Y/N) we still have, at least, one year before we will be really done with Supernatural. That gives you more than enough time to figure it out.” He said like it was obvious.
“Jar, I know” You said with a sad smile looking at him. “All the rationalized things you were going to say to me, already crossed my mind. I know everything is technically ok. I’m just…” You stopped yourself sighing, gathering the courage to admit it. “I’m just sad.”
Jared looked at you with a suffered expression and you saw for a split second a look of surprise in his face.
“I don’t want to seem ungrateful to the universe, God, or whatever there is out there.” You continued making him open a small smile. “I know I have time, I just moved to a better apartment, I should be thankful. But I’m just so sad. I don’t even know how to explain it.”
“I understand it.” He said sincerely looking straight into your eyes, giving you all of his attention. “The guilt that comes with having everything great around you and feeling all of this. Believe me, I do.” Jared said and you knew what he was talking about. About his depressed phase that gave life to all of the campaigns. You two shared a lot of conversations in that period, specially because you had history as well. “I noticed you were not acting like yourself these past days, I was waiting for you to come talk to me, like you always had.”
You looked away again feeling a bit ashamed.
“I didn’t feel like talking.”
“(Y/N).” He said turning his body to face you, making you look at him again. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling like this. You were one of the people who helped the most when I was depressed. You remember what you would say? That it wasn’t my fault, it was just literally a chemical default in my brain. That’s what depression is. A sickness that affects our brains. You passed through a lot of stress these last weeks, it’s completely understandable the way you’re feeling.” Jared said serious squeezing your shoulder. You closed your eyes to stop yourself from crying.
“I just feel like I’m not enough.” You admitted and finally let one tear drop. Jared stayed in silence, making you open your eyes seeing him with a hard expression looking at you like he trying to read you.
“There is another reason why you’re feeling like this?” He asked and you looked down, wondering if you should tell him or not.
“Hmm I kinda got ghosted?” You said and saw him raise an eyebrow. “Well, no. I know the guy is super busy right now, I don’t blame him. But there’s a little voice in my head telling that it was the perfect timing to get out of the situation and not give me further explanation that he in fact.. don’t want me that way.”
“Are we talking about Jensen?” Jared asked in a funny way and laughed when saw your surprised face. “(Y/N), I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to know but he told me that you guys slept together after that night we were in his house…”
“Yeah, I should have figured this out.” You said allowing yourself to chuckle, running your hand over your face. “So yeah, this finally happened…”
“Finally!” He exclaimed happily trowing his hands in the air.
You and Jensen were always unfinished business. When you entered the series, you were young, single and adventurous and it didn’t take long to start crushing on Jensen. Hard. The kind of crush you weren’t even functioning right when he was around. Looking at it right now, maybe it was in that moment that your bond with Jared started to grow, he was always your confident. But none of it mattered, because Jensen… wasn’t single. And eventually you got over it, it was never going to happen so why was the point of growing expectations. Until Jensen wasn’t in a relationship anymore, there were flirts here and there, what of course didn’t last long because you were already meeting someone. And for years and years it was like that, you were simply never single at the same time. When all of that changed some months ago, when the two of you ended long last relationships. But it was really two weeks before that it all turned very real.
Flashback on
You had just shooted the mid season finale and man, you were tired. Everyone was going to get 1 week away from filming, but that didn’t mean vacation days. You were in the middle of an, very overwhelming, apartment moving in Vancouver and in the end of the week, you had a trip planned to Chicago to participate in the first day of a Supernatural Convention. The boys were going to get a second week off to attend to more appointments, but the directors wanted you, Misha and other secondary characters to advance the maximum of scenes possible.
To celebrate and just cool off for a while, Jensen invited you, Jared and Misha to eat some pizza and drink some beers in his place. In the next day, he and Misha were already going to travel to L.A and Jared to Austin, to see his family.
“So it’s already late and I need some sleep before catching that plane.” Misha said getting up of the chair he was in. “Have a safe fight you guys, and (Y/N) see you on Friday?” He asked and you nodded giving him a small smile. He was going to be your pair to the Chicago Convention, and the two of you would come back together to Vancouver, not even crossing paths with J2 because there was going to attend just the third day of #SpnChicago.
“Yeah, actually I’m going to enjoy the lead and get going as well.” Jared said sighing getting up, slapping hands with Jensen and then turning to you. “You comin’ also?”
You didn’t want to go actually. It has been ages since you last went out with them like that and it was the first time in days that you were able to get away from your problems. You looked at Jensen to see what the thought and caught he already looking at you, denying with his head.
“Nah (Y/N), we still have that wine you gave me for my birthday to drink.” Jensen said getting up from the couch you were in, to open the door for the boys. “Stay as long as you want.”
“I think I’m to stay.” You agreed. “Have a safe fight guys.”
With all of the goodbyes being said, Jensen closed the door of his apartment immediately disappearing into the kitchen. He came back with two glasses of red wine, extending one to you while he returned to his previous place, sitting with his whole body turned to you and you did the same.
“I can’t believe you still didn’t drink that.” You chuckled.
“Well, of course not! It was your gift, nothing more fair than drinking it with you.” He said like it was obvious, extending his glass. “Cheers”
Half bottle after, you both were already tipsy, laughing about everything and somehow, closer to each other than before. You spoke about the series, about the bittersweet feeling of it ending. About how excited he was for Soldier Boy and at the same time nervous. He listened to you speak about the role you were auditioning for and gave you his whole support. You even gossiped a little, about Misha’s divorce. After that, somehow the conversation got to the point of relationships and you both shared a lot of thoughts and insecurities about it.
Jensen smiled when the conversation got to a pause, letting his hand fall to rest in your arm that was leaning in the sofa. You hold your breath when felt his thumb slowly starting to caress you and your belly suddenly got cold when he started to stare at you.
“I just can’t believe that we’re finally single at the same time.” Jensen chuckled in a hoarse voice. You bite your lip, resting your glass into the center table and saw him doing the same thing.
“That makes a difference?” You challenged him seeing him grin.
“You know it does, sweetheart.” He said putting a strand of hair behind your ear and you wondered if he could hear the sound of your heart beating. “I always knew you had a crush on me.”
“I did not.” You said faking a false indignation and you both laughed. “I actually thought it was the other way around.”
“Guilty.” He admitted making you gulp. “All of those years… us trying to move on from each other. And look at us now… single at our thirties, at the same place we would be in since the start if we weren’t so damn stubborns.”
You stayed in silence for a few seconds, staring each other like you could see each other’s souls. His eyes were in a dark green filled with lust and when you saw his glance lowering to your lips, you knew you couldn’t take any more of that.
“Kiss me Jensen.”
“You have no idea on how many years I’ve waited for you to say that.”
And you didn’t had to ask twice.
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You opened your eyes confused still in a dark room, and in a very comfortable bed. You glanced at your phone in the bedside table seeing it was already 12h. The memories from last night started to invade your mind, making you sit up in a rush and frown when you noticed that Jensen wasn’t there.
Oh right, he had a flight to catch.
Wearing one of his shirts and his flipflops you found next to his bed, you walked until the living room and saw in his dinning table, an order bag from your favorite bakery and a little post it.
“Morning sweetheart,
I’m sorry If I couldn’t wake up by your side today. My flight leaves 8:30 am and I didn’t want to bother you.
I ordered your favorites things from that French bakery you like, to compensate it.
Last night was amazing and I can’t wait to see you again.
Make yourself at home, stay as long as you want.
-Jensen.”
You suppressed a smile feeling like a damn teenager, with all of that butterflies in your belly. This really happened. You and Jensen.
You laughed adjusting yourself in one of the chairs, you had a delicious breakfast waiting for you after all.
Flashback Off
That day you woke up alone in Jensen’s house, you passed still a few hours there before going back to your reality. The keys weren’t really a problem cause he had an electronic lock. You send him a photo of you eating the breakfast, which he rapidity replied with an emoji of heart eyes.
But of course, your mind needed to start sabotaging you. You knew Jensen wasn’t the type of guy to text a lot, and you weren’t teenagers with no responsibilities, you were both busy as fuck. But you would be lying if you said if you didn’t expect a little more. Not even seeing his face for 2 weeks after you had sex, gave you so much spare time to question yourself.
Had he really liked? He was regretting it? He realized you were actually better as friends? Why he didn’t answer your meme? How your relationship would be when he got back from L.A?
“Look.” Jared started after you explained all of it to him. “Don’t beat yourself for feeling it, your feelings are valid and I can see where they are coming from.”
“It’s true that he could have been more present, but we both know how Jensen is when comes to answering messages.” Jared continued laughing humorless. “But c’mom (Y/N), it’s you and Jensen were talking about! The guy has been wanting you for years.”
“I don’t know Jar.” You sighed. “It’s like my mind knows the rationalized facts but still chose to give me the wrong answers.”
“Are you eating right?” He asked all of that sudden surprising you.
“Yeah…” You started and huffed when saw his accusatory face. “Ok, maybe I’m skipping breakfast.” You admitted and rolled your eyes when he didn’t back down. “No, I’m not eating right. Are you happy?”
“No!” He cried. “You’re under stress, you’re isolating yourself, a lot of things are happening in the same time, you’re not eating right, you’re not exercising. You’re going running with me tomorrow by the way.”
“Jared you know I hate running” You said indignant.
“I don’t care.” He cut you off. “What I’m trying to say is that you and me both… (Y/N) we have to look out for ourselves, you know that. I don’t think you’re depressed again but I think you’re in the edge of it.” Jared said making you shiver. You thought about it, damn you thought you already were. But hearing it from your best friend’s mouth, who always went to hell and back to help you, was rough. Really rough.
“I…” You started slowly afraid of the words that was going to come back out of your mouth. “I would never forgive myself if I let me go back to that dark hole I was 10 years ago.”
“Then don’t.” Jared struggled like it was the point of the whole conversation until now. “Can you imagine all the things you would have missed if you gave up by the first wave of depression? Young (Y/N) would have not believe she would sleep with Jensen Ackles.” He said mocking you to lighten up the mood a little bit and you allowed yourself to laugh even if was pretty hard listening to all of that.
“Call your therapist. I’m going to ask to the producers to give you one more week off.” He continued and you open your mouth ready to argue with that nonsense. “Don’t argue with me on that one. You already have tons of advanced scenes, you need time to rest. And… stop taking life so serious honey, you have time, you’re going to figure out ok? Let yourself be surprised by it.”
Jared said searching your eyes and saw you nodding slowly. He pulled you for a tight hug resting his head on top of yours. Your eyes were closed and for the first time in a week, you breathed out feeling calmer. Not even Billie Eilish accomplished this.
“What do we do?” He asked in a slash joking slash serious tone, speaking like you were a little child.
“We always keep fighting?” You said a little unsure and felt his chest vibrate when he started to laugh.
“That’s my girl.” Jared said tightening the hug before backing away. “I love you.”
“I love you too moose.” You said with a small smile feeling a lot better. “Thank you.”
“I’m always here.” He said getting up. “I need to go back now.”
You nodded and when you were in the point of putting back your AirPods, he stopped, some steps away from the bench you were.
“Oh… and (Y/N). Jensen already arrived from L.A” He smiled. “Let life surprise you.”
You denied with your head letting a small laugh escape from your lips, when you were reliving all of this conversation. One thing that Jared said was completely right, young (Y/N) would have been so proud and surprised by your accomplishments. You survived. This was an everyday motive to be proud already. Your thoughts were interrupted when the screen of your phone lighted up with a notification.
“Hey sweetheart… I’m finally back in Vancouver and dying to see you. There is so much I want to tell you. And so much I wanna do to you…
What do you say about going to that Italian restaurant at 20h? I will pick you up.
Always yours,
Jensen.”
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Confined in body and mind
Dr Jensen's laboratory was a hub of activity, with buzzing machines and the scent of chemicals in the air. Eric, a 45-year-old scientist trapped in a wheelchair, stood beside Dr. Jensen, peering through the glass at a comatose man named Vincent.
Tubes and wires snaked in and out of the man's body, keeping him alive. Dr Jensen, a middle-aged man with a wild shock of salt-and-pepper hair, turned to Eric with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Eric, I have been working on a project that might just change everything for you." Eric's eyes widened with anticipation. "What do you mean, Dr. Jensen? What sort of project?" Dr Jensen explained the ambitious project to Eric. "We are looking to transfer minds from one body to another. You see, Vincent here is brain dead, but his body functions perfectly. We can transfer your mind into his body, giving you a chance at a new life, a fully functioning body." Eric's heart raced with excitement at the possibility of leaving behind his wheelchair-bound existence. "I want to volunteer for this, Dr. Jensen. When can we start?" Dr Jensen gave a reassuring smile. "We will need to wait a few weeks to ensure that there is nothing left of Vincent's consciousness in the body. But soon, Eric, you will have a functioning body once more." As the weeks passed, Eric found himself eagerly anticipating the day when he would finally be free from the confines of his wheelchair.
The day arrived for the planned transfer into Vincent's body. Dr. Jensen led Eric to the laboratory, where Vincent's body was encased in a glass tube, adorned with a web of delicate machinery.
As Eric stood before the vessel that offered him newfound mobility, Dr. Jensen turned to him, his eyes alight with a blend of caution and expectation. "This is it, Eric. The moment you've been waiting for," he said, his voice tinged with the gravity of the impending procedure. Eric nodded with determination, the fluttering of anticipation barely contained within him. "I'm ready, Doctor Jensen. Let's proceed with the transfer," he replied, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions churning within him. With precision and care, Dr. Jensen injected Eric with anesthesia and reassured him. "You'll wake up as Ervin, a mix of your mind and Vincent's body." Its effects gradually cloaking Eric's consciousness in a fog of numbness. As his senses slipped away into the void, he clung to the promise of awakening in a new body - a body that would grant him the freedom he so ardently yearned for.
As Eric began to awaken, he found himself standing within the glass enclosure that had previously housed Vincent's vessel. Attempting to move his new body, a sense of exhilaration surged through him. The dawning realization that something was amiss crept into Eric's mind. "Dr. Jensen," Eric called out as he steadied himself within the unfamiliar body. "This isn't Vincent's body, is it? I can feel it. Something's different." Dr. Jensen regarded him with a mix of concern and urgency. "Vincent's body collapsed during the procedure, unfortunately," he confirmed, a tinge of regret in his voice. "Time was of the essence, Eric. We had to act swiftly." The revelation struck Eric with a palpable sense of disorientation. He was not within the confines of the body he had anticipated. "What... what has happened?" Eric's voice wavered with an unease he could not shake. His anxieties found voice in Dr. Jensen's explanation. "We located a replacement body just in time, Eric. A 20-year-old named Leon, tragically declared brain dead. The circumstances were dire, but your mind had to find a new home," Dr. Jensen explained, his gaze meeting Eric's with a mixture of reassurance and trepidation.
Eric found himself thrust into the body of Leon—a young athlete, vibrant and untamed. Eric was now navigating life in the body of a 20-year-old—a stark contrast to the life work and identity he had known. The weight of the situation settled upon him, burdened with the challenge of adapting to an entirely new reality. "You have become Leander," Dr. Jensen announced, his gaze fixing upon Eric with a sense of finality. "The 'Le' for Leon, the 'and' for the fusion of two souls, and the 'er' to signify your essence. Embrace this new journey, Eric."
Embarking on a journey of rediscovery, Eric grappled with the unfamiliarity of his new physique. The simple act of movement, of inhabiting a body not his own, presented an extraordinary learning curve. Eric had to navigate the nuances of adjusting to a youthful vessel, wholly unaccustomed to the vitality and energy that coursed through his newfound form. After years of confinement in a wheelchair, the sensation of full mobility overwhelmed and thrilled him. However, adapting to a 20-year-old body brought its own challenges. At the age of 20, he could no longer do his old job as a scientist and had to retake his exams. While Eric's knowledge made academic endeavors a breeze, there were times when the exuberance and impulsiveness of a young body shone through. As Leander delved into his new life, he also embraced Leon's athleticism, continuing the young man's passion for rowing. He thrived in the sport, reveling in the vitality coursing through his veins as he rowed with fervor, never losing sight of the importance of maintaining a fit and healthy body. One blazing March day, as the golden sun dipped low on the horizon, Leander found himself standing alongside his rowing team, the air electric with the energy of victory. They had emerged triumphant in a gruelling regatta, the taste of triumph sweet upon their lips. As the celebration ensued, Leander found himself swept up in the euphoria of the moment, the pulsating beat of life infusing him with an exuberance he had long yearned for.
He got completely drunken, clouding his senses and dulling his wits. Stumbling through the night, his laughter ringing out in the twilight, Leander found himself burdened with an terrible exhaustion. His steps faltered, each one an arduous battle against the tempest that brewed within him. Seated upon a park bench, the cool night air enveloping him, a voice pierced through the haze of his muddled thoughts. "Don't sit still, it's too cold outside. If we fall asleep, we'll freeze to death. Let me take over!" the voice echoed, a mysterious presence coaxing him toward lucidity. Leander's eyes widened in astonishment as he realized that it was not his own thoughts that resounded in his mind. A sense of both unease and curiosity gnawed at him as he allowed this foreign influence to guide him, and soon, he found himself safely nestled within the warmth of his bed. The following day, as Leander engaged in strenuous rowing training, his muscles strained to their limit, beads of sweat forming upon his brow. Once more, the unfamiliar voice infiltrated his thoughts. "Keep going, our body can take it! Let me take over," the voice commanded, its reverberations seeping into the depths of his consciousness.
When Leander recounted the bewildering encounter to Dr. Jensen, he regarded him with a mix of curiosity and contemplation. "You heard a voice, Leander? As if someone else were guiding you?" Dr. Jensen queried, his voice laced with an eager fascination. Leander nodded with a terse nod. "Yes, Doctor. It was as though someone else was within me, steering me through the fog," he explained, his words cautious yet resolute. With an air of palpable interest, Dr. Jensen proposed a set of brainwave measurements to unravel the enigma that plagued Leander's thoughts. Dr. Jensen’s features etched with both concern and intrigue. "Leander, I've analyzed your brain wave patterns, and it seems that something quite extraordinary is occurring within your mind." Leander furrowed his brow, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean, Dr. Jensen?" Dr. Jensen clasped his hands together, his eyes alight with curiosity. "Leander, what you're experiencing is indeed a rare and unprecedented occurrence," Dr. Jensen began, his voice tinged with an undercurrent of fervor. "The residual presence of Leon within your psyche is an enigma that holds immense scientific significance." Leander's gaze flickered with a blend of awe and unease, akin to a tempestuous tempest on the horizon. "What does this mean for me, Dr. Jensen?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a note of apprehension. "In essence, the remnants of Leon's consciousness have woven a curious tapestry within the confines of your mind," Dr. Jensen explained, his dexterous fingers deftly adjusting the intricate instrumentation before them. "During the mind transfer, Leon's body was not without trace remnants of Leon's consciousness, resulting from the brief interval between his presumed brain death and your arrival within his form." A sliver of understanding dawned within Leander's gaze, his thoughts awash with a labyrinthine maze of possibilities and uncertainties. "So, what happens now?" he queried, his words fraught with an undeniable sense of urgency. Dr. Jensen's eyes gleamed with an unyielding fervor as he continued to unravel the ineffable complexity of Leander's predicament. "In essence, we stand upon the precipice of unprecedented scientific inquiry," he elucidated, his voice laced with an indefatigable zeal. "The veritable fusion of minds within a singular vessel presents an unparalleled opportunity for exploration and discovery." A tempest of emotions roiled within Leander. As days waned into nights, the fragments of Leon's consciousness began to manifest with increasing intensity, a presence that insinuated itself into the very fabric of Leander's being. Eric, once the primary occupant of the vessel, found his influence waning as the spectre of Leon tightened its tenuous grip upon their shared dominion.
As the days went by, Leon's control over their shared body grew more and more. Eric found himself at odds with the mischievous Leon, who seemed to be on a reckless streak. "Leon, we can't keep living like this," Eric expressed his concerns. "You're jeopardizing both of our futures with your impulsive behavior." Leon retorted, "Relax, Eric. We've got this. We're a team, and together, we can conquer anything. Besides, we share this body, so it's in our best interest for Leander to excel in every aspect." Frustrated, Eric bit back, "But that doesn't mean you can just use me to get what you want! I won't be your pawn, Leon." During a physics exam, Eric remained quiet, refusing to assist Leon, who was struggling with the answers.
With a victorious glint in his eye, Eric smirked inwardly, hoping to teach Leon a lesson. Suddenly, he felt Leon's enthusiastic spirit taking the reins and solving the tasks, exclaiming, "Ah, that's how it works. Now I understand physics too." Eric felt helpless, realizing that Leon had found a way to tap into his knowledge without his consent. Later that evening, things took an unexpected turn. As Leander indulged in an adult film and indulged in self-gratification, Eric and Leon's minds drifted to thoughts of their first girlfriends. When Leander shoot his load, Eric's recollection of his first girlfriend was swiftly replaced by Leon's, leaving him bewildered and devoid of his own experience.
Astonished about this peculiar turn of events, Leander consulted Dr. Jensen, prompting the doctor to explain the bizarre phenomenon. "Leander, as Leon's memories are ingrained in his body, Eric's memories are naturally rejected when Leander ejaculates," Dr. Jensen clarified. Eric was shocked, realizing that his very essence was being eroded, one ejaculation at a time.
In a subsequent visit to Dr. Jensen, Leander confidently declared, “Dr. Jensen, I am not Eric; I am not Leander. Call me Leon. I have Eric right where I want him. Soon, I'll possess nothing but his knowledge, and I'll erase his memories for good!" Eric's panic soared, realizing that Leon was on the brink of obliterating him, leaving only his knowledge behind.
Some days later Leon stood in Dr. Jensen's lab, feeling the weight of guilt for every flick of the wrist, every consequence of his arousal. "Doctor, I can't keep doing this," exclaimed Leon. "Every time I ejaculate, Eric's memories vanish. It's like I'm killing a part of him every time I give in to my desires." Dr Jensen adjusted his glasses, regarding Leon with an understanding yet calculating gaze. "Yes, Leon, I suspect that is the case. But you seem to have little control over your urges." He paused, then added, "I guess you would make a fine eunuch!” Leon's eyes widened in shock as he recoiled from the suggestion. "Neutered? No way! I won't let you do that to me," Leon protested vehemently. He paced back and forth, his mind racing for a solution. Dr Jensen observed Leon's distress with a contemplative air, then a spark of inspiration ignited in his eyes. "I have an alternative solution," he proclaimed. "What if we transfer Eric's thoughts onto an electronic medium? That way, you won't have direct access to his thoughts, but you'd still have his knowledge with you." Leon's initial skepticism gave way to consideration. "You mean Eric's consciousness on my phone?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. Dr Jensen nodded. "Exactly. We would extract Eric's consciousness and transfer it into an app on your cell phone. This way, you wouldn't have to worry about erasing his memories and knowledge whenever you... indulge yourself," he explained, trying to keep a straight face. Leon hesitated, mulling over the proposal. Eventually, he nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's do it. If it means helping Eric and not risking losing his memories anymore, I'm in," he declared, determination sparking in his eyes.
The procedure was carried out, and soon Eric's consciousness resided within the confines of Leon's cell phone. As Leon held the device in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of power. "So, Eric, now you're just some kind of chatbot," Leon mused, a chuckle escaping him. "And the best thing is, I can turn you off at any time!" he added, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Meanwhile, in the digital realm, Eric found himself in a state of ethereal confinement. "What have I gotten myself into?" Eric pondered, a tinge of apprehension coloring his thoughts. "I never thought that I'd be at the mercy of a 20-year-old's whims, even in this form." Despite the circumstances, Eric couldn't help but marvel at the rapid change in Leon. Through Eric's knowledge, Leon began to grasp the intricacies of scientific concepts, excelling in his studies. However, there was an underlying unease within Eric as he pondered the possibility of Leon misusing his newfound knowledge. As days turned into weeks, Leon's intellect flourished, complementing his athletic prowess and charisma. He became renowned as an exceptional student at the Faculty of Science, all the while carrying Eric's consciousness within his pocket.
Yet, while Leon reveled in his newfound success, Eric was left to grapple with his newfound existence, at the mercy of Leon's decisions and the dreaded prospect of being silenced at any moment. The digital walls seemed to close in on Eric, and he pondered how much longer he could endure this peculiar fate. However, one thing was certain - with Leon holding the key to Eric's digital existence, the dynamics between the two would forever be altered, and Eric was left to unravel the consequences of being a mere whisper in the palm of Leon's hand.
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alright I've made a more in depth list of episodes I would like to see in a fanservice season 16 as previously mentioned in my other post:
- human Impala (should be portrayed by a 55+ years old actor or actress with a strong Detroit accent and a very loud deep voice. they have arthritis in their shoulders because Dean never oils their creaking door hinges)
- Sam and Dean body swap (the potential for jokes is just top tier and the outtakes from this will be out of this world) (Jensen playing Jared playing Sam and the other way around sounds like absolute chaos)
Cas immediately recognizes Dean even in Sam's body and it's revealed that all this time he has been looking directly at Dean's soul 😭 (no kissing in this episode though. God the psychological damage a Misha/Jared kiss would cause)
- parallel universe with female Sam and Dean that they get sent to and meet each other / alternatively: some kind of gender swap curse that makes them turn into women (the potential for misogynistic jokes turning into more understanding and therefore changed behavior is just chef's kiss)
Bonus points for Cas off-handedly mentioning that he doesn't think it's weird that he wasn't affected by the curse because technically he has no gender and the body he inhabits is just a vessel (close up on Dean's face Thinking Thoughts)
Rowena takes care of it and compliments the female versions of them and it's kinda gay ("do we have to turn you back? Shame, would have been nice to have some female company, we could have formed a coven! Or done other fun things" cut to irritated glances being exchanged between the brothers/sisters)
- Jack and Claire teaming up for a hunt (preferably saving their damsel in distress father and step-dad that got trapped in some dangerous place where they finally have nothing but time to talk things out because there is no way to escape, you have to be freed from the outside)
- stanford era Dean flashbacks (feeling lost and alone on the road)
- Bobby and Rufus in the 80s flashbacks (including baby Winchesters!)
- Bigfoot hunt (the teddy bear episode doesn't count) but it's just an escaped gorilla or something. I just wanna see them hiking again okay I like the woods
- some, like, desert monster idk. filmed on location in Arizona or Nevada in the sweltering heat. the boys being forced to remove layer after layer of plaid. show me Dean in a tank top (handprint included)
- birthday episode (either Sam's or Dean's idc. How come that in 15 years there was never a case taking place during one of their birthdays!)
- an actual wedding, either Sam and Eileen or Jody and Donna or Dean and [gun shots]
- beach episode, show me those bathing suits. give me a Bond girl moment
- another Wayward Sisters episode please
- reverse French mistake although it would be absolutely fucking insufferable and I would hate it with all my heart (but it would be sooo funny)
- resolve all the other loose threads of open ended episodes (there are so many! The tulpa from season 1! The girls in the hotel from the haunted house episode in season 2! Jesse the antichrist kid from season 5! The witch twins and how one of them brought the other back from the dead! The kid of that monster friend of Sam's that Dean killed in season 8 i think and told him to his face to come looking for him when he's grown up! That's five whole episodes right there!! and those are just the ones i could come up with from the top of my head but I'm sure there's more)
- BRING BACK BELA FOR JUST ONE SCENE PLEASE
- a lot of you mentioned a proper musical episode, which. sure why not. a curse that makes you sing/perceive everything happening as music perhaps?
- and then of course. The coconuts gently colliding but this goes without saying
#supernatural#season 16#spn#spn season 16#supernatural season 16#supernatural reboot#spn reboot#destiel#dean winchester#sam winchester#mp#this is how EYE would do it
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- Woman In Black, from The Rainmaker Series (Mob! Steve Rogers x Forensic Scientist! reader)
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- In Your Arms, oneshot (Husband! Jake Jensen x Wife! Reader)
- Can’t Fight The Moonlight, oneshot (Werewolf! Jake Jensen x reader)
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Undercover ~ Chapter Fourteen ~ Princess in the Tunnels
Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews
The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.
Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.
Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.
Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?
*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*
Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.
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cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!
Previous: Chapter Thirteen - The Line of Succession
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“The tunnels are interconnected through the main residences,” Harold explains over a map of Parliament. “There are hidden rooms that were built during the 2nd War for the royal children. Now, in the video, the rooms look familiar, which makes me think they are closer to Buckingham then Kensington.” He pointed at the streets. “These streets are built right over the tunnels. You can use them as a guide. I’m certain that she would be closer to where the center would be.” He pointed a little away from Parliament.
“Would Walker have help?” Pooch asked.
“He can find it,” Hart said. “Any ex-military would help at this point.”
“Shit,” Clay said. “Alright, we need to send a team from every directions. Pooch, Cougar, take a team and go through Buckingham. Jensen, Aish and I will take another team from here and converge in those rooms. Sir, are there any other openings we should be aware of?”
“There are two more. One at Kensington and one at Clarence House.”
“Hart, send two teams to those locations and hold. Take down anyone who escapes. We’ll smoke them out. Your Majesty, please advise the location of the entrances. Saddle up.” Orders were given in comms as the team prepared. “Jake? Are you ok?”
Jake strapped on his vest and attached clips to his belt, his face neutral, concentrating on his weapons. “I’m fine.”
“Focus on Sam.”
“I am.” He glared at the king. “She’s my everything.”
Clay sighed but nodded. “I know. Ready?”
Jake nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”
All the teams broke off to their locations. Both Kings followed Jake’s team to the opening. “Make sure their majesties are secure,” Hart said.
“Wait,” Anthony stepped up. “Jake, a moment.”
“I don’t have time.”
“Please, just a moment. My sister and I don’t have the best relationship and a lot of that is on me. I was training for this job, and I resented the fact that my mother died, and my father had an affair. I wasn’t fair on Samantha, and I am sorry.”
“Don’t tell me. Tell her. Because she needs her brother. She needs to know that she is more than the spare heir to the throne. That she’ll still be loved after she is thrown away because you have kids. I have to go.” Jake walked away and got his weapon ready to go.
Sam squirmed in her seat, trying desperately to get free from her restraints. Finally, she huffed. “Excuse me, Major?”
“Princess?”
“I need to use the restroom please.”
Major Walker rolled his eyes. Kidnapping was not something he likes but was a necessary evil. He had to avenge his fallen brothers, brothers that had lost their lives for no good reason. The crown was so out of touch. Look at the princess he was guarding. She was going to be forced into a marriage she didn’t want. Listening to her cry for a few days when she refused to leave her room. If he thought it was smart, he would have suggested to Prince Edward that Samantha would be a good queen for their cause instead of his son.
He reached down and undid the knot and grasped her arm. “Quick, Your Royal Highness.” He pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door.
Sam looked around. She looked under the sink and in the shower. There was nothing that she could use to incapacitate the soldier guarding her. She had liked Walker when she met him the few days before. He made her feel secure, however now, she felt very stupid for trusting the man. She used the bathroom and as she washed her hands, it occurred to her that she would have an advantage when she exited. Walker had to bend down to re-tie her hands since she was much shorter than he was. That would be her chance.
She grasped the door handle and took a deep breath.
Clay led the team down the tunnels, staying in a tight formation, Jake at his six. They cleared every room they found, their team of six handling three rooms at once. “We’re close to the room the king said she must be in. Team, report.”
“Bravo team is almost to the target. Five rooms left,” he heard Pooch say.
“Charlie team, four rooms to target,” a captain named Mace said.
“Roger that, we are three rooms away.”
Suddenly, there was noise on the comms. “Bravo team engaging.”
“Pooch, how many?”
“Team of six that we can see. We are cut off from the tunnel.”
“Fuck, Charlie team?”
“We’re being engaged. Fall back.” More shots could be hears.
“Alpha team, we need to be ready.”
That’s when Jake heard it. Over the sounds of shots being fired, a scream came through.
“Sam!”
Anthony paced back and forth. The transition from heir to king had been going too smoothly. His fiancé had been planning their wedding, so he was out of that. It was just his coronation left. It was rare that a monarch stepped down from their role. It was usually death that caused the change. But his father was sick and needed to focus on his health. They hadn’t told Samantha because she was out of the spotlight and the prognosis had been positive. Until six months ago. Then the threats started.
“We should have told her. She might have taken this more seriously,” Anthony told his father. “Announcing your abdication definitely set Edward off.”
“Yes, you are probably right but we can’t what if right now. We have to hope that her beau finds her, alive and unharmed.” Harold rubbed at his temple. “We need to rethink our approach on her status.” He looked to his son. “Captain Jensen is not wrong, Anthony.”
“About what?”
“About the fact that this is not her home. Not without her mother,” Harold sighed, “or him at her side.”
“He is a commoner.”
“He is in love with your sister. Has done everything he could to protect her.”
“He can’t rule next to her.” Anthony stopped. “The people will never accept it.”
Harold smiled. “You will be amazed at what my people embrace.”
Anthony huffed. “We just let her marry him?”
“Yes,” Harold simply said. “They love each other. And if there is anything this world needs, its more love. You have to understand that with the way you fought for Elizabeth for you.”
“Elizabeth is of royal descent. That is completely different.”
“No, it's not son. Sam was raised as a commoner. It should have been expected that she would fall for a commoner. And from what I can tell, Jake Jensen is a good man who loves my daughter. That’s all a father can really hope for when they have a daughter.”
Sam exited the bathroom and stopped. “Turn around,” Walker told her She spun around. “Hands,” he ordered. She put her hand behind her. As soon as she could feel him behind her and had one cuff on her, she threw her head back and a satisfying crunch echoed into the room.
“Son of a bitch!” Walker grabbed at his nose, trying to staunch the blood coming out. He took a step back and that was his mistake. Sam pounced on the opportunity. She slammed her heel into his foot, rammed her knee in his groin, dropping him to the floor. She grabbed the keys he dropped to undo the handcuff on her wrist. Walker coughed and tried to get up, but Sam kicked him in the stomach dropping him again.
“Don’t mess with me Walker.” She used the key to unlock the door. She carefully opened it and peeked out. She couldn’t hear anything, which was a good or bad thing. Only time would tell on that. She stayed close to the wall, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She heard footsteps and moved into the doorway of another room, hiding in the shadow.
Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and another by her waist. Sam bit down to have the man let her go and she screamed. The man grabbed her by the throat this time, cutting off her air. “Stupid little girl,” he said.
Sam clawed at his hand, trying to regain air into her body. “Don’t kill her,” another voice said. “We still need her. Sam could see her uncle in her peripherals.”
“Yes, Your Royal Highness.” Sam knew that voice. Peter Cambridge. He let go of her throat slightly and Sam gulped in air.
“Peter? Why?”
“Why? Because if I marry you, I get an upgrade.” Peter leaned into her neck to whisper to her. “I’ll breed you and kill your brother and become king. I’m ready to kill your uncle as well.”
“No, please... don’t hurt my brother.” She struggled against him. “Please, Peter, don’t do this.” Sam turned her head at the sound of gun shots. “Help me!”
“Shut up bitch!” Peter grasped her neck again.
“We need to get out of here,” Edward said. “My son has a car waiting for us.”
“Excellent.” Peter withdrew the gun from behind him and shot Edward in the leg. Sam struggled against him, crying. “I would recommend you stop, Your Royal Highness.” He turns the gun to her head. “Wouldn’t want it to go off accidentally. Now, move.” He pushed her into the hallway, looking around. He walked toward Kensington.
“Freeze!”
Jake heard the second scream and went to run towards the noise, but Clay stopped him. “I don’t need you shot as well.”
“I need to get to her.” Jake struggled.
“No! We do this smart.” Clay signaled for two agents to move forward and take position before the final door. Jake and Clay moved to the other side and took cover against the wall. The halls were silent again. “Threat neutralized,” Pooch said over the comms.
“All clear,” came from the Charlie team.
And then they heard it. “We need to get out of here,” Edward said. “My son has a car waiting for us.”
“Excellent.”
And the gunshot.
“I would recommend you stop Your Royal highness. Wouldn’t want it to go off accidentally. Now, move.”
Jake watched as her gown peeked before he saw her. Then he saw the hand on her neck and the gun to her head, followed by Peter Cambridge.
One of the soldiers on the other side raised his gun. “Freeze!”
Peter moved them towards the soldier, allowing Jake to come up from behind and put his gun to Peter’s head. “Let her go.”
“I’ll kill her before you have the chance.” He tightened his grip on Sam’s neck.
“You really want to mess with a man in love with a woman you are hurting? Joke’s on you, I guess.” Jake brought the butt of the gun onto Peter’s head, causing his hold on Sam to loosen. She elbowed Peter and Clay pulled her away as Jake pushed Peter to his knees. He moved in front of Peter with the gun still pointed. “I should kill you right here for hurting my girl.”
“She is nothing but a worthless woman who has nothing!” A tickle of blood ran down Peter’s face. “Her father didn’t want her, and her brother would rather marry her off than deal with her.”
Jake cocked the gun to fire, but Sam touched his arm. “This isn’t you JJ. You are not a killer.”
“Sam, he...”
“I know, my love, but we will allow the law to take him. Please, put the gun down.”
Jake looked at his girl, the bruises forming on her neck. She was pale and trembling from lack of food and water. “You are lucky she is still alive because you owe her your life.” He holstered his weapon.
“I knew Americans were weak, but I never expected for a princess to fall for such a pussy.”
“Huh, and I thought that an Englishman would have better manners and restraint.” Jake went to walk away but then whirled around and punched Peter in the side of the head, knocking him out. “Motherfucker, he has a hard head.” Jake shook out his hand. He reached over and pulled Sam into a hug. “Thank God you’re ok baby.”
“I’m ok. Just tired and thirsty.”
“Sir, there is a man shot in the leg in the room. “It's His Royal Highness, Prince Edward.”
“Is he ok?” Clay asked,
“The bullet is a through and through, but it doesn’t look like it hit anything major. We need a medic.”
“Roger that,” Clay said, getting on the radio to call in the other groups.
Jake pinched Sam’s chin gently to tip her head back and forth. “You’ll bruise pretty good but I don’t think he did any damage. Did they hurt you anywhere else?” he asked her.
“My hands from being handcuff but otherwise, I’m ok.”
“Imma get you outta here.” Jake started to walk her back the way they came.
“Wait!” Sam went back to Clay. “My cousin, Lewis, is waiting with a car outside Kensington.”
Clay smiled. “Alright I’ll let the police know upstairs.” He kissed Sam’s forehead. “I’m happy to see you, Your Royal Highness.”
“Sam,” she replied with a smile.
“Sam. Why don’t you let Jake take you up to the doctor? Your father and brother are waiting for you.”
Sam threw her arms around Clay, who held her close. “Thank you for rescuing me.”
“It was nothing, Besides, Jake did the leg work.” He squeezed her one more before shooing her away. “Out, see the doc and then go to bed. Jake?”
"I’ve got it. C’mon sweetheart, this way.” He took her hand and guided her out. “So, where’s my thank you hug?”
“Oh, Jakey, I don’t like voyeurs to see the thank you I have planned for you.” She smiled as he grinned. He bent to cup her knees and lifted her into his arms.
“We better hurry then.”
The sound of giggles floated through the passage.
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