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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years ago

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If I Fell For You: Baby Fever

Summary: It’s been a little over a month since the reader’s birthday and she’s currently five months pregnant and growing. After a very pleasant morning, the day starts to unravel but it quickly recovers with the reader and Jensen deciding it’s time to share the news about the incoming baby...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Oral Fixation

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: mature (language, flangst, mention of injury/blood, oral sex)

A/N: I just had to come back to these two and check in with them! This takes place ~1 month after the end of the series. Please enjoy and let me know what you think! Also written for @spnkinkbingo

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A thin layer of sweat covered your skin as you stirred awake which was not normal. Jensen always kept the house a little more on the cool side and if you were sweating it meant he was surely boiling and that something was wrong with the HVAC system. You were groggy as you nearly rolled over but stayed in place by something, suddenly realizing the burning pressure in your core. You blinked open your eyes, closing them again as that pressure hit you as pleasure, so close to that precipice that when you finally felt the flicks of a tongue over your clit you were coming. A moan escaped you, low and deep, that tongue still working and flicking until your toes were curling, back was arching and you came again, louder this time.

He didn’t let up and curled two fingers into your wet folds, finding your g-spot instantly and rubbing while he sucked, rubbing and rubbing until you had one of those orgasms. Deep and powerful and one that made you shout. You threw a hand over your mouth and heard Jensen’s chuckles, the sheets moving before he ducked out from under the covers and hovered over you.

“Good morning, honey,” he grinned, licking his wet lips.

“Oh God,” you said, breathing hard. He roamed a hand up to your breast under your tank top and kneaded the soft flesh. “Oh fuck.”

“I love waking you up like this,” he chuckled, a loud knock coming on the door. “Uh oh. Must have been a little loud this time.”

“It’s soundproof,” you breathed out, throwing an arm over your face. Jensen pecked a quick kiss to you before he scooted out from under the covers. He pulled them over top of you and jogged over to the door, pulling it open a crack. Until you heard it slam back against the wall and you shot upright. Jensen was on his knees and you saw him with his hands on someone’s little arms. You struggled to pull up your shorts under the covers, Jensen scooping up JJ and carrying her into your bathroom. You saw blood dripping on the hardwood floor and rug, a lump forming in your throat. You grabbed your phone and saw Jensen toss a bloody wash cloth on the tile, JJ sat on the counter and Jensen pressing it to her mouth. “What happened?”

He peeled back the towel and you saw where her lip was sliced down into her chin an inch or so. She wasn’t crying shockingly but you were already dialing on your phone. Jensen swapped out with you to talk to the doctor while you held up the towel, JJ staring up at you.

“Just nod yes or no for me sweetie. Does it hurt a lot?” you asked. She waited and shrugged, a smile crossing your face. “Yeah, that’s what I figured. You’re just gonna need a few stitches and you’ll be good as new.”

“Is dad freaking out?” she mumbled. You glanced into the bedroom where she couldn’t see, Jensen tugging on his hair and you knew he was close to having a meltdown.

“Jensen,” you said, tapping your wrist. He stared at you and then looked at his bracelet on his wrist. He took a deep breath and you smiled, watching him take another. “She’s tougher than you, Ackles. Where do they want us to go?”

“We can go to our doctor or the hospital and they’ll get someone from plastic surgery to do the stitching since it’s her face,” he said.

“Let’s go to the hospital then. The bleeding is slowing down. JJ, sweetie hold the towel for me. Mom will be just one second.”

Two Hours Later

“My face feels funny,” said JJ, slurping up a big spoonful of ice cream, some of it dribbling down the side of her mouth.

“Well that’s cause it’s still numb,” said Jensen, wiping her off. “How’s your ice cream?”

“Yummy,” she said.

“I don’t want you guys to use your bathroom until me or mom says it’s okay to. We gotta fix that sharp shower door,” he said. “Use one of the other ones, alright?”

“Okay,” she said. “Do I have to go to school today?”

“No, you can stay home with us today,” said Jensen as your phone went off. You glanced at the reminder and sighed. “What?”

“Baby check up,” you said, pointing at your stomach. “At least we’re already here.”

“Want to meet us back down here when you’re done?” he asked. You knew he wanted to go. He hadn’t missed an appointment yet but he certainly wasn’t up for leaving JJ on her own for an hour.

“Yeah. I won’t be long,” you said. “Promise.”

“How’d the check up go?” asked Jensen when you returned downstairs and found him getting JJ discharged.

“Good. I’m officially five months in,” you said, taking the sonogram picture out of your pocket. “She looks like a mutant doesn’t she?”

“Badass princess mutant,” he said, smiling at the picture. “Do you have one of the 3D ones?”

“Last time you said it was creepy so I didn’t bother this time,” you said. “If that’s okay.”

“No, I’m good with old fashioned,” he said, tucking the picture into his wallet. You rested your head against his shoulder and grinned. You tugged your shirt down over your stomach and he tapped it with his finger gently as he signed a paper.

A few minutes later you were back in the car and heading for the grocery store to pick up some softer foods that’d be easier for JJ to eat for a few days before grabbing the twins from daycare.

“Jensen,” you said after lunch, the kids running around in the backyard on the swingset. “I’m starting to show now.”

“I know you are,” he grinned, turning in his counter stool and resting his hands on your stomach. “I love it.”

“Jensen, we have the Austin con this weekend. People are going to notice,” you said.

“You are in the second trimester. Now might be a good time to say something,” he said. “Plus a lot of our friends are in town early. We could always have an impromptu baby shower tomorrow.”

“Can we wait another month for that?” you asked. He titled his head, looking so young, almost like a boy for a moment.

“Did the doctor say something at your checkup?” he asked. You shook your head, Jensen rubbing your stomach gently. “What is it? Bad feeling?”

“Not a bad feeling. Just...I think she will be completely healthy and safe. I’m already doing so much better than Dee did with her pregnancies,” you said.

“Yeah. But what’s mom instinct telling you?” he asked.

“Tomorrow isn’t the time for a party is all,” you said.

“Then no party tomorrow. You got a vibe, we’ll go with the vibe,” he said. You smiled and he pecked a kiss on your cheek before giving your belly one. “But you little girl, you are getting to be a little noticeable. Unless mommy wants to hold off on that too?”

“I think it’s time to call up the photographer,” you said. He smirked and you shrugged. “Yes we can do your idea.”

“Can it be our Christmas card?” he asked.

“No! She’ll have been born by then. We’ll need a new one with her being an adorable reindeer or something.”

“A reindeer?”

“Matching pajamas.”

“Oh my god, no.”

“Reindeer or matching pajamas. Those are your choices.” He stared at you, a proper bitchface going on as you smiled. “Those are your choices.”

“Flannel.”

“We did flannel last year.”

“Flannel.”

“Flannel onesies!” you said, his eyes wide. “That’s a perfect idea!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said. He pulled you to sit on his lap, resting his head on your shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You ran your fingers through his hair, Jensen nuzzling you for a moment. “How you feeling?”

“I got scared this morning when I saw that bloody towel. I just...thought of the accident and blood everywhere. Thank you for calming me down.”

“You have three daughters. You’re gonna be dealing with blood for awhile,” you said, kissing his temple.

“So what you’re saying is every few weeks when they try to bite my head off don’t take it personally?”

“Pretty much,” you said, Jensen rubbing your stomach. “Maybe she’ll be a tomboy, give Zepp someone to rough house with a bit more.”

“I’ve been thinking about the kids thing,” he said. “Hear me out before you say anything.”

“You just want to have the one,” you said. “That’s okay Jensen. I understand. You’ll be 44 this year and I know she’s cutting it close with your comfortability as it is.”

“You kinda ignored that whole saying anything part, didn’t you,” he said, smiling softly. He chuckled and lifted his head up, one arm around your back, the other resting on your stomach. “I would prefer if this little girl is the last child I make. I don’t want to be so old that I miss them being an adult. I really want to know our children as adults someday.”

“You’re healthy. Your parents are in their seventies and doing great. I think our kids will get to know you for a very long time, even to your own age right now. Even this one,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “I’m sorry. I keep interrupting you.”

“That’s okay. This isn’t my decision to make alone.”

“It’s not but we’re not bringing another child into this world unless we’re both all for it and you have valid points. I don’t want to be pregnant while trying to handle a newborn and that’s gonna push you closer to fifty if we had another and I completely understand, Jensen. I really do. I’m on the same page.”

“Good,” he said softly. “Because I know we said maybe one more...and I know if we adopted we could guarantee Zepp that brother he wanted.”

You blinked at him, Jensen smiling nervously.

“You want to...adopt?” you asked.

“They don’t have to be a newborn. There are plenty of children in this world, in this city, plenty of kids that just need a mom and dad to love them. I know someone who’s proof of that,” he said. “She turned out fucking amazing and if we wanted to...it’s an option and we don’t have to make it right now. We don’t have to make it until five years from now. But it’s an option I thought...I hoped...we could consider someday.”

“Why would you adopt a child?” you asked quietly.

“I am a pretty awesome dad,” he chuckled.

“Jensen...adopted kids...they won’t be like our others. They might have scars you can’t just fix, scars that will live with them forever.”

“That never scared my mother in law. Besides scars? Scars are memories. They don’t have to be the future. If we went that route, I can promise you that you and me are gonna be safety net number one for that kid, just like the others, and they will never, ever, worry about it breaking.”

“They might need therapy. They might have nightmares. They might hate us no matter how much we love them. We’ll have to fight for the right to earn their trust. It very likely won’t just be given to us if they are not a very small child.”

“I earned your trust.” You looked away and he caught your cheek with his hand, turning it back. “If they need therapy, they will get therapy. I will go with them. If they have nightmares, I will be there in the middle of the night. If they hate us, I’ll keep fighting when they hurt us because that kid will deserve all the love in the world. I had to earn your love and I’ll do it all over again.”

“Why would you do that?” you asked.

“Because someone has to. Abby, your mom, I would not have you if she didn’t deal with the hard nights, deal with all of that for you. Your single, widow mother, did all of that. Just because someone’s beat up doesn’t mean they’re broken. I think a child that even has gone through the really, really bad shit, they would do okay here. Mom and dad know a thing or two about pushing through and coming out the other side,” he said. You swallowed and he smiled softly, stroking your cheek with his finger. “But I understand that scenario is a big commitment. A lifetime commitment. There will be four munchkins running around here by then and I travel and your books are taking off like crazy-”

“No they aren’t.”

“Fucking Disney called the production company to set up a meeting. That alone could be a full time job for you. I’m just saying, a fifth child is more than I was ever expecting. We don’t have to do it or decide at all right now. We don’t have to decide for ten years if we don’t want. We could adopt a teenager years down the road or this little girl is it for us. I just wanted to put that option on the table. I don’t need to have made a child to love it is all I was trying to say.”

You stared at him, Jensen gazing right back, the air still, house quiet. You felt him tense every so slightly and then your lips were on his, legs straddling his lap, arms over his shoulders. You kissed him hard, smashing your lips together, Jensen sinking back into it and wrapping his arms around your back.

“You don’t have to do all that for me,” you breathed out, noses jammed together, lips still touching.

“I’m not doing it for you. I would relive the accident every day for the rest of eternity for the kids or you or Dee. If we adopted, I’d do it for them too. All I was saying is I will love them and they will never question if we love them. We can talk about this more after this little girl is born alright? We don’t have to make a decision today.”

“Okay. No matter what we decide, the fact you’re even open to it, open to doing that, that means the world to me,” you said.

“I figured from that rough little kiss,” he chuckled.

“We should sign you up to get the snip then. It’s not like I can have sex right away after she’s born anyways.” He rested his head on your shoulder and laughed deeply.

“You just want to have sex without a condom,” he laughed.

“You really underestimate how hot it is to have sex with you with no condom,” you said. “Like severally underestimate it.”

“Well on the plus side, you never have to take birth control again,” he said. You pumped your fist and he hugged you tight. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You held him tight, Jensen sliding up your shirt and tickling your stomach. “Jensen. It’s not even that big of a bump.”

“Lil baby bump,” he said, his voice squeaking. You rolled your eyes but pecked a kiss on his cheek.

“Can her middle name be Danneel?” you asked. He instantly froze up, taking a long beat to raise his head and meet your eyes. “If that would be okay with you. I just thought middle name...she can be her own person but she can have that piece of her other mom too.”

He scrunched up his nose and you saw the edges of his eyes turn pink, the thick swallowing loud in the quiet kitchen.

“Honey I didn’t mean to-” you said before he was shaking his head.

“I think that’s a perfect middle name,” he said, his voice a bit crackly but he smiled and was brushing his thumb over your stomach. “I have to call that photographer don’t I?”

“Jay,” you said as he picked up his phone. “You sure you’re good?”

“Very much,” he said. “I think it’s perfect. Now go on momma. Go play with the munchkins while I get this guy booked.”

“Okay babe. Come find us when you’re done?”

“I’ll be right there. Promise.”

Two Days Later

“Jensen, my pants officially no longer fit,” you said, no amount of sucking in getting your jeans zipped up.

“You could always choose not to wear pants. I vote that option,” he said, smirking from the bed. You tossed a slipper at him, Jensen rolling out of the way and playing on his phone. “Am I posting the black and white picture with the pink pop or the color one?”

“Why not both?” you said, digging around in the closet and sighing.

“Wear my jeans. I don’t give a fuck,” he said, tapping on his screen.

“Honey, I’ve had bigger hips than you since I hit puberty. No way am I fitting,” you said. “I really don’t want to wear leggings. It’s a nice restaurant.”

“I think you should,” he said.

“Jensen. Serious. We’re going out to eat with all of your old castmates and I’d like to not be the only one not looking nice.”

“Oh my God. You’re such a girl,” he groaned. He hopped up from bed and came into the closet with you, pulling on your bottom drawer and taking out a ruffled midi skirt.

“I am not wearing the cowgirl skirt.” He ignored you and went to your shirts, taking off a white AC/DC shirt that used to belong to him. He tossed that on top of the blue flowery skirt and grabbed your tan suede booties.

“Look. You’re all pretty and comfy and hot and-”

“You always think I look hot.”

“Not my fault you’re so damn attractive,” he said. You kicked off your jeans and picked up the skirt, a sharp pain ripping through your abdomen. You nearly fell down to your knees but Jensen’s hands shot out and caught you. “Are you-”

“Oh,” you said, Jensen helping you sit on the floor. “I uh...something in my stomach.”

He dove out of the room and returned on the phone, kneeling down next to you when another jolt of it hit you.

“Is it pain or more uncomfortable?” asked Jensen, putting the phone on speaker.

“Not pain but like not comfy. It’s like...like when you get a stitch running? Or bad cramps,” you said. “If that makes sense.”

“Have you had sex today?” ask the doctor.

“Uh yeah,” said Jensen, closing his eyes. “About half hour ago. You said she could have sex still at five months if she feels up to it.”

“It feels like it’s gone now,” you said.

“Y/N it sounds like you have Braxton Hicks or more commonly known as false labour pains,” he said. Jensen opened his mouth to speak but you held up a hand. “Mr. Ackles, it is not a cause for concern. It’s very common to begin in the second trimester. Sex has been known to make them more likely which is why I ask. If it happens again give me a call but Y/N and the baby are just fine.”

“Alright. Thanks doc,” said Jensen before he hung up. You rubbed your stomach, raising an eyebrow at it.

“You better not pull this shit for the next four months kid,” you said. You threw your head back, Jensen sitting down beside you, taking deep breaths. “You good?”

“I’m good. You?” he asked. You nodded and he threw an arm over your shoulders. “Already a troublemaker, isn’t she.”

“She’s gonna be good like her daddy...leaving out all the shit you did in your late teens to early twenties,” you said.

“I’d be good with that,” he chuckled. “I would call that more mischievous than trouble.”

“I’ve never almost been arrested,” you said with a smirk.

“Yes you have. The park last spring? The backseat?” he said.

“That doesn’t count. You would have been arrested. I would have played dumb,” you said. He scoffed and lightly shoved your arm, pulling you into a headlock.

“You don’t know how to play dumb,” he said, giving you a light noogie. “We can stay home if you want tonight.”

“No I want to see everyone. It’s once a year and everybody is gonna be asking about the baby now that you’ve posted,” you said.

“Okay but if you don’t feel right again we’ll get out of there,” he said. You leaned your head back and got a kiss from him, smiling for a brief moment. “You get scared?”

“For a second,” you said, resting your hand on your stomach.

“She’s tough like her momma,” he said, putting his over top of yours. “You’re doing everything right. Anything beyond that is out of our control.”

“Jensen. I just had a scary thought.” He cocked his head and you looked down. “Say something happened during the birth-”

“Y/N-”

“Jensen. I don’t want to talk about this either just like I didn’t want to talk about the wills or dying stuff but we did. If something happened when I’m giving birth and it’s me or her, I need you to promise me you don’t hesitate to pick her.”

He was quiet, pulling his arms back and resting his hands in his lap. You interlaced your fingers with one of his hands, Jensen sitting back against the drawers.

“I will always pick her first...but I can’t promise that.” You stared at him and he held his chin up. “I will do what needs to be done if it came down to it. But please, don’t ask me to promise that. Please.” You swallowed and nodded, Jensen standing up.

“I’m sorry for-”

“Don’t be sorry honey. You know Ray said I have a coping mechanism for framing death in a certain way. I know what you’re asking and I’ll do it if I had to. I just can’t have it phrased like that in my head.”

“I know sweetie,” you said. He held out a hand and helped you to your feet, leaving his hands on your hips. “I just...I need to know you’d be okay eventually.”

“Eventually. I’d still have pieces of you around in them. Can we talk about something else please?”

“What time is it?”

“Just after six. Our reservation’s at eight.”

“Oh I know,” you said, smiling and putting your own hands on his hips, squeezing them briefly. “I only need ten minutes.”

“For…” he said, gazing down as you started to undo his belt with one hand, still smirking up at him. “We do have to feed the kids before the sitter gets here.”

“If you don’t want a blowjob then-”

“Whoa. Nobody said that.” You had his belt loose after a moment and pulled down his zipper, undoing his button, and then placing your hand back on his hips. He grinned and you walked him back against the wall, giving him a rough kiss he sank into. You broke off before he could enjoy it though and shoved his jeans down. You ground your thigh against his bulge, Jensen letting out a tiny grunt. “Y/N. The door’s open.”

“Then you ought to be quiet,” you said. You slid a hand over his mouth and pressed the heel of your other palm against him, rubbing gently through his boxer briefs. “Close your eyes.”

He mumbled underneath you and you stopped moving your hand. His eyes glanced at the open doorway and you cocked your head.

“I’m waiting…” He inhaled sharply and shut his eyes, your hand moving again, working him to hardness quickly. “Sh. I don’t want to hear a peep.”

You sank down to your knees and peeled down his boxer briefs, sticky with precome. He’d had plenty of time to come down from his earlier orgasm but he was still going to be more sensitive than normal. A smile crossed your lips before you dipped your head and licked a line up his shaft. You gently sucked his sack, gently kissed and licked everything except his tip. He had his hands in fists, pressed tightly against the wall.

“Didn’t even say you couldn’t touch but I do like this look on you babe,” you said. He bit his bottom lip and you licked his cock again, Jensen thrusting his hips forward once. You pinned them back against the wall, giving him a warning glance. His bare toes were curling, digging into the rug tightly as you teased him further.

When his face was red and his legs had a slight shake to them, you sucked the head of his cock into your mouth, moving fast and rough. He moaned through sealed tight lips, low and deep as he came. You swallowed him down and smirked as you stood up, Jensen leaning back for support now.

“That was for helping me pick out my outfit,” you said, kissing his cheek. He mumbled, his mind still a bit reeling and you laughed. “Put on new undies before we go. I gotta change. You want to handle dinner for the kids?”

“I got it...in a minute,” he breathed out. “Fuck.”

“I’ll see you downstairs real soon then cutie.”

“Hey,” said Jared, bumping into you outside the bathrooms of the restaurant a few hours later. “If I’d known all it took was to be little miss popular I would have gotten pregnant myself.”

“Of course you would,” you laughed as you were heading back for the private room you’d gotten for then fifteen or so of you. “I think our orders are out soon so hurry back.”

“I will,” he said, smiling as he glanced down at your small bump. “He will not shut up about you and that baby.”

“Do you think he’s annoying people?” you asked. He rolled his eys and smiled. “Jared you can touch. You’ve known I was pregnant for months.”

“I know,” he said, rubbing his hand gently over the top of your skirt. “Told you between the two of us we’d take care of our boy.”

“Didn’t I say that?” you laughed. “Or maybe it was you.”

“Who cares. We make a good team,” he said, waving his hand. “Thank you for giving him a chance. You gave him back living life again, not just surviving it.”

“It was all entirely selfish on my part I’ll admit,” you said.

“I was there for the wedding. I know how much of saps you two are for each other,” he chuckled. “I’m glad we’re friends too.”

“Have you ever thought of me as a replacement?” you asked.

“No. Just an addition. You’re like my little sister. I’m really happy you’re in mine and Gen’s and the kids lives too.”

“Why you getting all sappy Padalecki? Something up?” you asked. He shook his head and dropped his hand away. “Liar.”

“That’s part of why you’re my best friend,” he said with a smile. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Anything.”

“The Ackles aren’t the only ones with a bun in the oven,” he said. You stared at him before you slapped his arm and started to lightly hop up and down. “Please don’t say anything. Like no one knows. She’s only two months along and it’s still early.”

“I won’t. Oh my...did you get pregnant after we told you we were pregnant?” you asked. He blushed and you whacked his arm again. “Dude. That’s kinda super cute.”

“We actually...we were planning on it a while back but Jensen had the accident and we needed to be there for him and all you guys. You’re our family. You guys reminded us that we had been planning and now...number four.”

“I’m really happy for your guys. That was really big to do for Jensen and hold back.”

“He’s taken care of me a majority of the time we’ve known each other. It didn’t even come close to repaying all he and Dee and you have done.”

“What’s there to repay?” said Jensen, smiling as he stepped out of the bathroom and ruffled Jared’s hair. “I hope you get another girl. Get a taste of what I’m dealing with. You’ll be putty in their hands.”

“I bet it’s a boy,” said Jared. You rolled your eyes and grabbed Jensen when you saw a waiter with a cart open the door to your room. “Don’t let Gen steal my potatoes! She always takes them here.”

“Can do lover boy,” said Jensen, cracking up as you headed back to the room. “You good in there?”

“I got my husband and my bun in the oven. I’m good Ackles. I’m very good.”

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A/N: Read the Due Dates timestamp here!

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farthngdr · 3 years ago

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Some Thoughts on “Dead to Rights” by Radio Company

First, if you are not a Cockles truther, you should probably look away. My tinhat is so tight it hurts. Surgical removal has been deemed too risky and would probably result in my demise.

The comments here are entirely mine, as are the assumptions incorporated into my lyrics analysis about real-life people and their relationships. No disrespect is intended. Please do not contact Jensen, Misha, or Danneel about anything you read below, or about anything Cockles-related, because there is absolutely no evidence for anything I am saying here, and their lives are essentially unknown to us.

Thank you.

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She said It all will change If not it all can wait It may die away Over time But I do believe It's better than being alive It's better than being alive It's better than being-

Bombs away Only just begun You want to be the one to say you love The rain-

fall

When all the while the angels call; The only way to see just how it comes to be Every day To know it all falls away.

You had me dead to rights Holding down my chain; You had me dead to rights I got out again; Never been the same.

Song composed by Jensen Ackles and Steve Carlson

No official statement has ever been made by the two songwriters as to who wrote the lyrics, who wrote the music, or if words and/or music were composed by both. I am proceeding on the assumption that Jensen wrote the lyrics. He has mentioned writing lyric ideas on notepads (as shown in the above photo), and so indeed he gives much thought to his lyric-writing process.

In another track from Vol. 2, “City Grown Willow,” a song clearly written by himself, he uses “chain” imagery. Clearly, the concept of the chain resonates for him, whether the chain belongs to his lover, in “City Grown Willow,” or, as in this song, the chain is attached to himself, with the other end being held by the “she” he refers to throughout this lyric.

In addition, a close examination of other tracks by Radio Company share similar lyrical hallmarks as “Dead to Rights”: the invocation of a “she” in “City Grown Willow,” who I maintain is the same “she” as the one here, namely Danneel; “bombs away,” a metaphor for his emotional relationship with the “bomb,” i.e., Misha, recalls “cannonball, rise and fall,” from Vol. 1; other similar MC metaphors are the “fire” from “Jump into the Fire,” and “he stokes the flames ‘cause he is amused by the glow,” from “City Grown Willow.” Other JA lyrical hallmarks can be identified here as well.

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“’Dead to rights’ means having overwhelming evidence of someone's guilt, having irrefutable proof that someone is responsible for something. The idiom ‘dead to rights’ came into use before the 1850s in the United States.”

“’Dead to rights’: In the act of committing an error or crime, red-handed. For example, ‘They caught the burglars dead to rights with the Oriental rugs.’ This phrase uses ‘to rights’ in the sense of ‘at once.’”

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The theme of guilt is embedded in these lyrics--the narrator, JA, is guilty of something, and he was “caught red-handed,” as it were, by someone, the “she” in the song--his wife. The “guilty” act was more, I believe, her intuiting/noticing that her husband was in love with another--early days, perhaps before much had occurred between the two men, but wives are smart, and they can sometimes intuit when their men are in love with another, even before the husbands know themselves.

“She said”---This song focuses on the fact that the narrator’s wife notices instantly--”at once”-- the “act” for which he feels guilty. And she voices it to him--she knows he is in love with another. And she also knows who.

Thus, the “dead to rights” reference--she knew right away when her husband fell in love, and that he either wants to, or already has begun, pursuing a romantic relationship with his love. She “caught him red-handed,” even though a “crime” has not literally occurred, and, most importantly, *she is not angry or judgmental*; rather, she is concerned.

She has thought about it before she confronts him with it. She is philosophical: “It all will change”--that is, this could be a momentary fancy, and if you follow through, everything will change in your life. “if not”--that is, if this is something lasting and substantial--then “it all can wait.” What’s the rush? Why not cool your jets and see if you still feel the same way in a few months? And know too, if you do pursue this, “It may die away over time.” So be careful. Don’t jump into the fire. You could get burned. I don’t want that for you.”

What is his response to her words? He acknowledges to her: “You are right.”

He concedes that everything she says is true. But he has thought about it too. A lot. And he realizes something: “But I do believe it’s better than being alive.” This cryptic line puzzled me initially. “What” is better than being alive? Then one day, after hearing the track a few times, it hit: If the relationship crashes and burns--if it does die, and his heart is destroyed in the flames and ash--then so be it. He has decided that being with this person, jumping into the abyss with him, which could result in his own metaphorical “death,” is exactly what he will do, because “dying” from the possible fallout of a disastrous love affair is preferable to the agony of continuing to live without him.

“You want to be the one to say you love the rain.....fall” --I love the pause here, putting the emphasis on the “fall,” conjuring up the act of falling in love; and also, the possibility of falling to one’s death. And of course, the biblical “fall”--we’re all fallen from grace. He is reminding her that it is she who always says she loves the rain--metaphorically, the rainy days, the times when things aren’t necessarily all sunshine and roses. She understands and accepts life’s gifts and risks. (And we learn in “City Grown Willow” that, in fact, “Her faith in love is better on sunny days.”)

“When all the while the angels call”--I cannot emphasize enough how unequivocally this imagery refers to MC. If I have to explain how many times J has called M an “angel”.....The point being, the angel calling him is impossible for him to ignore, and he just plain doesn’t want to. When an angel calls your name................you go.

“The only way to see just how it comes to be”--a typical Jensen cryptic line, when he wants to say something but doesn’t want to be too revealing, so he does so with the utmost vagueness, to the point where his meaning is almost impossible to decipher. That cryptic line, combined with the rest of the verse, “Every day/To know it all falls away,” strikes me like this: “The only way to know if I should do it or not, is just to do it.” And in the end, he philosophizes, everything falls away in any case--”even you and I will someday be parted.” The idea of mortality--of the limited span of time we inhabit this life--is heavy on his mind. And again, he has made his decision: His love is so deep, so compelling, that he is willing to risk everything--heart and soul--to be with the angel who is calling him.

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ADDENDUM TO MY POST:

Unless Steve Carlson has said publicly that he specifically wrote the *words* to City Grown Willow, I maintain steadfastly that Jensen composed the lyrics. It makes sense that Carlson had written the guitar piece itself, with its beautiful, cascading notes and striking chord progressions, which demonstrate his skill as an instrumentalist. It’s no accident that the recording itself features only Carlson’s playing, with no other instrumental accompaniment--probably exactly the way Jensen first heard it.

Jensen heard Steve play the piece, loved it, and proceeded to write words for it. When Carlson says he played this piece for Jensen and that he had written it years prior, I take that to mean that Jensen loved the sound of the guitar and wanted to work with it.--that the song had no words. The lyrics have the hallmarks of Jensen's writing style; the content fits his situation, with a female and 2 males as the protagonists; and HE is “the man from the mountains.” That’s not Carlson’s identity--that's a moniker Jensen deliberately chose for himself, as he makes clear in the music video.

If anyone can provide for me a direct quote from Carlson that he wrote the words, I will retract my statement. Until then, I hold my position.

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Warnings: Bondage, prostitution, solicited sex, spanking, language, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Hint at Oral sex, unprotected sex (Female receiving), Anal, Edging, Hint of Orgasm control, I think that’s it.

Word Count: 3258

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With a huff of breath, you blow your bangs out of your face that had fallen from your messy bun that was piled high on top of your head, and lean heavily against the light pole that was on the corner of the street, waiting on the bus to take you home after a twelve-hour shift.

Your feet were tired, your back was sore, and you wanted nothing more than to fall into a bath with water as hot as you could stand it, and let it soak away all the stress of the day.

As bad as you wanted it, that didn’t seem to be in the cards for you tonight.

You were just a waitress in one of the downtown restaurants on 6th street in Austin, Texas. A charity event that your restaurant was playing host for had put you working later than normal, and by extension, the clean up had gone on even longer than that. Long story short you had missed the bus that was supposed to bring you back to your apartment after work tonight.

Now you were standing here, on the side of the road, late at night, waiting for the bus that wasn’t due for another 30 minutes.

The wind blew across your bare legs, and you silently cursed your boss for asking all of the waitresses to wear the stupid red cocktail dresses. You were just about to say ‘fuck it’, and take off walking towards home, having had about all of the cold night air that you could stand against the exposed skin of your arms and legs. Of course, tonight would be one of the coldest nights in Austin, Texas, that was just your luck.

Bending down you unsnap the straps of your heels, swinging the shoes from the straps on the end of your finger, determined that if you were going to walk home, you were not going to do it in those shoes, when he pulled up in a very nice looking black SUV with heavily tinted windows. Rolling down the driver's side window, his deep rumble rolled out of the car.

“How much?”

You should have been insulted, should have told him to fuck off, but there was something about his voice; deep, rough, yet smooth as honey, laced with a promise that burned deeper than any top-shelf whiskey you’d ever tasted. It was enticing and dangerous, all at the same time. A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

This was a dangerous game, you knew that.

All you could see of this mystery man from where you were standing was the outline of his silhouette, his ball cap that covered his head, the strong profile of his face in the dark SUV, and a muscular arm that was draped over the steering wheel lazily.

The deep strum in his voice pulled you to the car window, against your better judgment, and you decided that you would play this dangerous game. What was life if you didn’t live a little?

You’d always lived a boring, vanilla life, one that you had almost nothing to show for, and honestly as down as you were feeling lately, even if he was a serial killer at this point you felt like you didn’t have a whole lot to lose, and you certainly didn’t feel like you’d be missed all that much.

“Depends,” you swing your hips as you made your way up to the car like you’d seen the whores do in movies before. “What do you have in mind?”

As soon as you stepped off the curb you noticed his wedding ring that was shining in the dim street light coming through his windshield. For a moment you almost stepped back, for just a second you started to do what you should have done in the beginning, and tell him to fuck off.

But there was just something about him.

A deep throaty chuckle left him, bordering on sinister, and amused as he watched from his dark seat as you made your way to his car window.

The dome light switched on just long enough for you to see the driver, and if you could have died right there on that curb, you would have. Sitting in the SUV in front of you, was none other than Jensen Ackles.

Switching it off he laughed in earnest at your shocked face.

“How about three grand, and I keep you for the night?”

You had to make a decision right there and then.

Yes he thought you were nothing but a whore, yes he was married, yes this was just a one-night thing, but you did have bills that needed to be paid. Three thousand might get you a car good enough to buy you a ride dependable enough that you could get to work and back, and you were damn tired of riding the bus. Besides, sex with Jensen Ackles is something most people would give their right arm and a leg to do, so what the hell were you standing here debating for?

“Well?” he asked you, bringing you back to reality.

“Okay, Deal.”

He gave you a smirk that would have made you melt if you didn’t have to keep this act up because if he found out you weren’t a prostitute the deal would be off, and you knew that.

“Get in,” he said, and you heard the automatic doors unlock as he rolled up the window.

You walked around the car to get into the passenger side, your brain was screaming at you this was stupid, this was dangerous, that you should run away. This man was married, famous, and could be a total fucking nut job, but you also knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you knew he could definitely put his money where his mouth was, and you really could use that money.

Opening the door you climbed into the passenger side of the warm SUV. The first thing that hit you was the smell of his expensive cologne, and something that was just uniquely him. He shamelessly eyed you up and down, running his tongue across his lower lip before pulling it between his teeth as he eyed his purchase for the night.

A deep shiver involuntarily rolled through your body, down your spin, and landed deep in your core. If this was a mistake, it was going to be the best mistake of your life, and if he killed your tonight, with the promise that waited on those perfect, pink lips, you were pretty sure you’d die happy.

Throwing the car into drive, he drove the two of you to the Days Inn Hotel just outside of downtown Austin, bringing the car to a stop right in front of room 102.

Looking you over he tilted his head to the side, licking those damn lips again, mischief promised in those sparkling green eyes that were quickly becoming lust blown.

“Okay sweetheart, before we get started I’m gonna need you to sign that NDA in the console there. I can’t have you going around telling everyone about our little night together.” Jensen said, nodding toward the paper you hadn’t noticed sitting there before.

Reaching out and grabbing the paper you looked over it briefly before signing it. It was the equivalent of a gag order. You could never talk about anything that happens between the two of you tonight, you could never tell anyone about what happened between the two of you while you were here, you couldn’t take pictures of Jensen, and you could never tell anyone anything that was discussed between you while you were together.

You shoved down the fear that ate a little at your subconscious, you watched silently as he tucked the paperwork into the door of his truck out of your sight.

This is it, there was no going back now.

Leaning over to the passenger side the SUV his lips brushed over yours in a kiss softer than you expect it to be when he finally started to touch you, his hand slid up your inner thigh, stopping at your pantie line, calloused fingers trailing softly over the sensitive skin there. You inwardly thanked God that you had a thong on tonight, otherwise this may not have been very believable.

I mean what prostitute worth their salt wore ‘sensible’ underwear on the job?

His tongue invaded your mouth, rolling over yours with ease before pulling back and smirking at you, opening his car door, going to the room that you would be using for the night, and unlocking it as you made your way to him.

Swinging the door open Jensen let you inside the dark hotel room before locking the door behind you, then pinned your body against the wall with his. You could already feel his excitement growing in his tight jeans as his teeth grazed your neck before biting down hard on your pulse point.

A low moan falls from your lips, and your hands travel up to his broad shoulder. He just smirks as he lets your hands explore his body through his thin, black t-shirt.

“Safeword, baby girl? No reason why you shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I’m going to,” he asked you, his voice deeper, and more rugged than it was when he first pulled the car up next to you on the curb, and arousal was already pooling between your thighs at the sound of it.

You had never been asked for a safeword before, and your heart rate quicked in your chest.

“Red?”

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One hour, and three orgasms later you found yourself tied to the bedpost with Jensen’s belt, your vision slowly coming back to you from your third earth-shattering orgasm of the night.

You could hear Jensen moving around the bed, and felt the bed dip with his weight as he situated himself between your legs, running his hand up the oversensitive skin of your belly. It seemed like after the third orgasm everything, every part of you, was hypersensitive, and you couldn’t help the little whimpers that fell from your throat as his mouth latched onto your nipple again, swirling his tongue, teasing, nipping.

He’d done things to you that you couldn’t even explain. He started by eating you out until you were literally screaming for him, begging him to let you cum, then he worked you over with just his fingers, the last time he’d made you cum undone by rimming you, nothing else, just the constant teasing of his warm tongue swirling around your tight hole, making you virtually cum untouched, all while being tied to the headboard, completely unable to move your arms.

You thought when men paid for sex it was all about them, but Jensen seemed to be enjoying the power he had over you, what he could do to your body.

When he saw that you had fully come back to him he reached up and moved the hair away from your sweaty forehead so he could see you better. You could feel his thick length dripping precum down on your leg as the tip pressed against your inner thigh with each movement of his body.

Your pussy walls contract around nothing, begging for him to fill you up, wanting nothing more than to have him buried deep inside of you.

“How are we doing, baby girl? Do you want Daddy to stop? Are we still green? Such a good girl, taking what I give you without even so much as a whimper. Bet your gonna be able to take my dick so good, sweetheart, bet your deep as fuck.”

His little praises sent if it were possible even more slick to your dripping cunt, making you whine needily underneath him, you were starting to wish he’d stop with the games, and just fuck you already.

“Use your words, baby girl. You don’t want daddy to have to punish you do you?”

You shake your head furiously, you didn’t know if you could handle any punishment. Your body had already been pushed to a limit it never had before, and you were bordering somewhere on being exhausted, and desperately needing more.

“Please Daddy, please fuck me,” you begged him, knowing that’s what he wanted from you. Your voice is a moaning, whimpering mess that even you didn’t recognize, but at the sound of it his piercing green eyes went a whole shade darker. Lust taking over his hard features as his eyes drank you in

Jensen chuckled as he sucked yet another mark to the many that littered your neck and chest.

“Hmm, how should Daddy fuck you?... Maybe I’ll leave you all tied up, pound into the mattress… Or … Maybe I’ll turn you loose, and make you ride me until I say stop? What do you think about that one, baby girl? You wanna go for a ride on Daddy?”

He didn’t give you time to answer, reaching up he undid the belt, and helped you bring your arms down beside your body, massaging your shoulders a little, then your wrist to help with the pain of them being in one place so long.

You didn’t understand why even though he paid to use your body, he would still take time to do little things like that for you.

“I got a better idea,” he said, grabbing you suddenly without warning, and flipping you over onto your belly.

“Hands and Knees, sweetheart.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, so you hurried and did like he asked you, positioning yourself on your hands and knees in the center of the bed.

You felt the bed dip with his wait as he got behind you, looking over your shoulder you see him stroking his massive cock with his left hand, his lust blown eyes wondering your backside that was still red, and stinging deliciously from the spanking he’d given you earlier.

Without warning his right hand came down hard on your ass cheek, making a sound that was somewhere between a moan, and a scream escaping your throat. His hand rubbed the area before pulling away, soothing it some before bringing his hand down on the other cheek.

He continued with his assault on your ass until you were a needy, moaning mess, you never knew you’d be so turned on by someone spanking you, but here you were, your own slick literally running down leg by the time he was done with you. Your ass now a brighter red as he licked those sinful lips, and admired his work.

“Look at you, you're a mess.” he chuckled low in his throat. “All wet and needy, is that all for me baby girl?”

“Yes Daddy,” your voice was hoarse from screaming and moaning his name, and somehow that just turned you on even more.

Lining his swollen tip up with your aching cunt he slid home with one sharp thrust of his hips, knocking the air completely out of your lungs with force as he bottomed out in you, your mouth opened in a soundless moan.

Jensen held himself still inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust.

“I’m gonna fuck this tight little cunt, and then I’m gonna fuck that tight little ass. Want daddy to cum in your ass baby girl? Feel you up with my cum? Make you my bitch?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

That was all he needed to hear before he was pounding into you with a punishing pace, your own dignity left long ago, you were a moaning, screaming mess underneath him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as the coil wound tight in your belly. Before you could even ask permission you were coming undone underneath him, your body was too exhausted to hold back, your velvet walls milking his throbbing length as he pounded into you, and you came with a scream.

Using your juices that had exploded over his cock, and a little of his own saliva as lube Jensen pulled out of you quickly and lined himself up with your tight whole. You didn’t think he could do it, but he did, you didn’t think you could take him, but you did. His whole cock slid into your ass, filling you up in a way that you never had been before.

Holding himself still again he grunted a little at how tight you were around him, you could feel him literally throbbing inside of you as he tried to hold back his own release, his balls tightening as they rested against your still red ass cheeks.

“Green?” he asked you, feeling how tight you were around him.

“Green,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Slowly at first, he started pulling himself in and out of you, almost exiting your body before sinking back in fully, soon enough though he found his rhythm, and was pounding into you again. Each drag of his manhood in your tight ass makes you shake under him, pleasure you didn’t even know existed burning through your whole body.

You should have been ashamed of the noises you were making, but you didn’t care.

Jensen's hand reached around your bodies, finding your swollen, over-stimulated clit, and started rubbing in circles that matched the pace of his cock that was now pounding into you. Slipping two of his thick fingers inside your throbbing cunt, filling you up, even more, curling them inside you, hitting your G Spot perfectly with each drag of his long fingers.

“I’m close sweetheart, come for me.”

That was all it took and your body was jerking under him for the fifth time that night as his pace faltered, and his hot seed filled your ass until it was leaking down your legs, your vision momentarily went black and you knew nothing.

Slowly you started to come back to yourself, shock waves of pleasure still wracking through your pleasure over-stimulated, and wrecked body.

Jensen had moved you to lay on your back, a warm rag in his hand, now cleaning up the mess between your legs, he had already cleaned up your legs, and ass while you were lost in pleasure.

He noticed you moving as his astonishing green eyes that really had no color name looked at you softer than they had ever before in all the years you’d been married.

“There she is,” he said, his voice filled with love and affection as he threw the rag across the room, and laid down next to you, pulling your exhausted body against his strong chest, and his arms wrapping tightly around you, holding you, letting you know you were safe.

“You okay baby?” he asks, kissing your neck softly, and lacing his fingers with yours over your belly.

You hummed against him, still high from what he’d done to you.

“More than okay, that was amazing, Jay.”

Jensen chucked a little, kissing your lips softly.

“Thanks for letting me do this sweetheart, I know it was a new thing for us, but I have always wanted to role play that, it’s something I’ve fantasized about a lot but was scared to tell you about.”

Reaching up you run your hands through his short, soft hair, earning a hum from him as he nuzzles his face against your neck.

“It was amazing Jay, I’m glad we tried that. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Jensen lay there playing with your hair as you made yourself comfortable against his chest.

“Happy anniversary, Jensen.”

“Happy anniversary, Y/n.”

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impala-dreamer · 5 years ago

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Okay, okay, but Beka... John finding out you went on a hunt on your own when you were supposed to be keeping safe. You aced it and he's proud, but you broke the rules, and he's gonna have to punish you...

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John x Reader

841 Words

Warnings: D/s Relationship. Punishment. Fluff.

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Headlights flashed over the car, illuminating his dark eyes as they shot daggers through the rear view mirror. He always made you sit in the back when he was angry. It was just the beginning of your punishment, and you kept your mouth shut at the degrading seating arrangement, lest it bring you anymore of his wrath.

John had told you to stay back, to wait until he returned from his hunt, but it was just a simple Salt and Burn. You were a hunter, damnit. It wasn’t like you couldn’t take care of yourself; you knew what you were doing, he had to start trusting you more. Anyway, it had gone great and you would have made it home before he even realized you were gone, but the engine on your purloined Volvo overheated in the middle of nowhere and you had no choice but to call him for a pickup.

He turned into the motel parking lot and your heart began to race. You knew what you were in for, and while it did excite you a little, it still hurt that you had disappointed him so. You wanted him to be happy, not angry with you, and the fact that he’d been silent the entire drive home nearly killed you.

John opened your door and you kept your head down as you walked to the room.

He said not a word as he let you in, reaching around to unlock the door and pop it open for you.

“Get in.” His voice was calm but heavy and you obeyed instantly, entering the room and standing in the middle of the rug. The door closed behind you, slamming shut with a rush of wind. “Strip.”

You kept your eyes to the ugly carpet as you peeled away your soiled clothes, dust from the grave you’d dug falling to the floor in little plumes of gray and brown.

“On your knees.” His echo pushed through your bones and your knees buckled, taking you downward.

Naked and a little nervous, you assumed your punishment position, toes curled under painfully, ass resting on your heels, hands clasped behind your head. A shiver ran down your spine as your felt John walk around you, inspecting, deciding where to begin.

“You know what you did wrong, don’t you?” he asked, standing directly behind you.

Your voice cracked as you replied. “Yes, Sir. I went out when you told me to stay put.”

John opened his belt; you heard the soft clink of metal as his buckle was opened, the slide of leather through denim hoops. “I do these things, I give you these rules so you’ll stay safe. You understand, girl?”

You nodded quickly but answered as well. “Yes, Sir. I’m very sorry.”

He curled the buckle around his fist, winding the leather tight. “I don’t believe you.”

“I’m sorry that I disobeyed you, Sir. I wanted to show you that I can hunt and make you proud.”

There was a pause, and the air seemed to shift. Suddenly, John was in front of you, reaching down to lift your chin with two calloused fingers. Your eyes opened and he smiled sweetly.

“I’m very proud of you, Y/N,” he said softly. “You did good out there.” He bent and kissed your forehead gently before dropping his fingers and standing up straight, towering over you with the makeshift belt whip in his hands. “But you still disobeyed. Hands on the bed.”

The first crack of the belt was the hardest, stinging both cheeks and a little of your right thigh, but soon it all blended into one pain that sank deep inside of your being. It rolled through you and you absorbed it all, his punishment, his protection, his control.

Your pussy was dripping by the time he finished, and John lifted you into the bed to lay with him, soothing your lashes with cool lotion from his bag.

“You alright, Princess?” he asked, fingers massaging your backside.

“Yes, Sir. I’m OK.” You turned your face to him and smiled. “Sorry I went out. I just… I get bored cooped up here and I want to help. I can help.”

He laughed at your insistence and kissed your lips gently. “Fine,” he sighed, running his hand through your hair. “How about next case, you ride shotgun with me?”

Your heart leapt. “You mean it?”

He licked his lips and grinned, dimples popping. “I do.”

Pain be damned, you were so happy that you rolled over on top of him, kissing him deeply and wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’m so happy, I can’t wait!”

John laughed and set his hands on your bare hips, thumbs carving circles in your soft flesh as his cock swelled beneath you. “You are gonna listen to me. Especially on the road.”

“I promise. No more disobeying.” You kissed him hard again, loving the scratch of his stubbled chin against yours.

John’s hands roamed your body, restaking his claim on every inch of you. “There’s my good girl.”

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wincestismyguiltypleasure · 5 years ago

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I've been loving yours and Secrettrees' casino saga and wondered if I could propose an idea? Jared had been fascinated by that High Roller who won the Poker tournament. Well, more specifically his cigar. His eyes would widen when the man inhaled and the burning tip would blossom. He couldn't help wondering what it would feel like being lightly dragged over his skin or smashed into it or even just held centimeters away from some particularly tender areas. Jensen's knowing look made him shiver. 💜

Hi, my lovely anon!! First of all, thank you SO much!! I'm very happy to hear that you're enjoying it as much as Kelly @writinginthesecrettrees and I. 💕💕 And of course!! I LOVE THIS IDEA WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING!! THANK YOU FOR SEND IT IN!!

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Jared's knees are aching. His skin sore and rug burned as he watches Jensen closely from across the room. Heart slamming harder against his ribcage when he see his Dom pick up the silver clipper he had laying on his side table to cut the tip of the obscenely expensive cigar pinched between his fingers.

"C'mere, pet," Jensen drawls, slow and smooth as he tosses the clipper back on to the table, exchanging it for a lighter.

"Yes, sir."

Jared crawls over to his Dom carefully on his hands and knees until he reaches Jensen's feet. His stomach swarming with anxious butterflies when he sees the older man hold the end of his cigar just above a slow dancing yellow flame. Jensen's eyebrows drawn together in concentration as he gingerly rolled the cigar between his fingers to prime the tobacco.

Of course, only Mr. Ackles could make something so simple look so ridiculously hot.

"You nervous, baby?" Jensen asks, wicked gleam in his eyes as he leans back and brings the cigar up to those sinful cherry red lips.

"A l-ittle b-it."

Jared shivers, the words tumbling out of his mouth, shaky and jumbled. A sharp, excruciating pang of desire shooting up his spine when Jensen starts to puff at the cigar, thick light gray smoke filling his mouth. The sweet, earthy smell making Jared's nostrils flare, his body trembling in anticipation as he waited for Jensen's instructions. Shit, he was already so hard and Jensen hadn't even gotten him completely naked yet.

"Would a kiss help calm you down, baby boy?"

Jared doesn't waste any time shaking his head yes, and his enthusiasm earns him a soft chuckle from Jensen who leans forward in his seat a little, offering Jared a better angle.

"Please?" he adds in the sweetest tone he can manage just for good measure, excitement tingling at the base of his spine when his Dom smiles at him fondly.

And with a quick nod, Jared lifts up on his knees to get closer. Hands instinctively going to rest on Jensen's thighs when he suddenly remembers his Dom's rule and jerks them away quickly before he gets himself in trouble.

"You can touch me, Jare," Jensen laughs, giving his Sub a little scratch behind his ear. The sound is smooth and carefree but it twists Jared's insides into knots, makes him dizzy with need.

"C'mon, sweetheart."

Jensen puffs a little more on the slow burning cigar before leaning down to blow the smoke in Jared's face, thick and heavy. And Jared pretends that it's the reason he feels like he can't breathe when Jensen closes the gap between them and kisses him with purpose.

His Dom tastes like cinnamon and cherries and a hint of something bittersweet that Jared can't quite put his finger on but it's addicting, and he wants to chase every drop of it with his tongue until he's licked Jensen's mouth clean.

"Easy, baby," Jensen warns, a little out of breath when he breaks the kiss to lean back in his seat once more. Jared not realizing just how tight his grip on his Dom's thighs was until he looked down and saw that his knuckles had lost their color.

"Jensen, please," the younger man whines, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek against Jensen's crotch. Goosebumps breaking out all over his skin when he feels heat, white-hot and inescapable, slide across the length of his bare shoulders. The ashy tip of Jensen's cigar ghosting down his right arm, just close enough to trick Jared's mind into feeling the slightest sting of pain but not close enough to actually burn. It's intoxicating, and Jared is ready to sell his soul to the green eyed devil seated in front of him for even just a little bit more.

"Don't pout, baby," Jensen growls, handsome face clouded with smoke. "Good boys earn their rewards, you know that."

Jared can feel his eyes start to well up with tears when Jensen reaches down with his free hand to grab his chin. A weak groan caught in the back of Jared's throat as he fights to stay focused, his boxers soaked through, dick so hard at this point that it was becoming painful. Of course. Jensen could never dish out pleasure without causing a little agony first. And Jared hated to love that fact about his gorgeous Dom.

"Yes, Mr. Ackles."

His jaw throbs when Jensen finally lets him go but that doesn't stop Jared from going right back to nuzzling against the older man's crotch. Using that filthy tongue to tease the long, hard length of Jensen's cock through his slacks.

"That's it, pet," Jensen purrs, fingers carding softly through Jared's sweaty hair as he takes a few more puffs. And Jared's brain almost short circuits when he feels that familiar, intoxicating heat again, only his time on the back of his neck. Toes curling in ecstasy when he hears Jensen whisper, low and heady, "make me feel good with that pretty mouth of yours, Jared and maybe I'll give you what you want."

Fuck.

Honestly, Jared doesn't know if it's the condescending tone of his Dom's voice or the thought of feeling that unimaginable heat against his skin while he gags on Jensen's cock, but either way, he almost comes before they even get started. Clumsy fingers fumbling with Jensen's zipper, not able to work anywhere near as fast as his lust driven brain.

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Title: Once Upon a Breakup Author: anyothergirl415 Artist: favoritedarknes Pairing: Jared/Jensen, past Jensen/OMC Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 26K Warnings: AU, minor violence, extreme schmoop, background character deaths, an abudance of Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter references. Prompt: Getting Rid of Bradley Lucy Savage is finally getting rid of Bradley—and his hideous green recliner. Bradley is out of her life for good. Or so she thinks. Turns out Officer Zack Warren wants to arrest the very same Bradley for embezzlement and figures the lovely Lucy can lead him straight to his target. Good thing there's a cop around. Because someone shoots at Lucy and then blows up her car. Zack insists she needs twenty-four-hour protection. What does he think her three dogs and attack cat are for? Still, he insists on moving right in to Lucy's house. Now there's danger lurking outside and in her own kitchen, bathroom—and bedroom. Or maybe Zack is just what Lucy needs.… Summary: Jensen would consider his life pretty magical, buried in fantasy and cookie dough, and free of the ex that was really no good for him. Everything was on the right track, which was probably why he suddenly had a Detective in his shop, guns waving in his face, and a whole mess of trouble he didn’t sign up for. Bloody Hell. Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: That a Broken Bone in Your Pocket, Or You Just Happy to See Me? Author: dugindeep Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 26.5K Warnings: language, sex Prompt: Here I Am: Born into a real-estate dynasty, Brandt Wainwright chose football over the family business, and now he's a Super Bowl MVP. That streak of good fortune runs out the day Brandt crashes his SUV into a tree. During the long recuperation, the fun-loving quarterback becomes cranky and sullen—until private nurse Ciara Dennison shows up for duty. Ciara has zero interest in sports, or in tall, blond jocks with overblown egos. She's dated a man in the public eye before, and she's not repeating that mistake. Somehow Brandt keeps breaking down all her defenses, seeing through her facade to the sexy free spirit underneath. But once his recovery is complete, will he return to the celebrity life he knew—or choose the woman who can fulfill his dreams? Summary: Jensen Ackles is a physical therapist who couldn't give less of a crap when he's assigned to help Chicago's hottest basketball player recover from a wrecked knee. As an NBA All Star, Jared Padalecki's crass and smug as all hell, but he's also persistent and committed to this thing they've got going on. Link to fic: on LiveJournal Title: Love Burns Author: dante_s_hell Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 26K Warnings: minor character death Prompt: Wild Fire. Battling a fire at a friend's house turns into a nightmare when firefighter Shelby Fox becomes the only witness to a murder. Unfortunately, a bad fall at the killer's hands leaves Shelby with traumatic amnesia and plunges her life into danger. Assigning himself as Shelby's personal protector is Detective Clay Jessup, her best friend and someone she always counted on. But as they work to find the murderer, a fierce desire begins to replace the simple friendship they once saw in each other's eyes.After all these years, could there finally be something more between them, or are they just flirting with danger? Summary: Jensen is a firefighter with a close knit group of friends. One night, he's called to fight a fire at a friend's house and he witnesses a murder. Only he doesn't remember. His best friend, Detective Jared Padalecki, decides Jensen needs his protection. Over the course of the investigation, Jared and Jensen realize their feelings for each other have changed. They are growing closer, but will a murderer intent on killing Jensen halt their burgeoning relationship in its tracks? Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: Some Things Stay the Same Author: peggy_lane Pairing: Jared/Jensen, background Misha/Sebastian Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 24K Warnings: none Prompt: Ramona and the Renegade Deputy Joe Lone Wolf never would've guessed that helping someone at the side of the road in a thunderstorm would throw his carefully controlled world into a tailspin. But that's exactly what happens when he realizes the sexy "stranger" is his childhood best friend, Ramona. He's spent years convincing himself that she deserves more than a former rebel with a scarred past. But all it takes is one stormy night in a deserted cabin with Ramona to make the fierce lawman change his mind. Falling for Joe is a risk veterinarian Ramona Santiago knows she shouldn't take. Everyone she's trusted has let her down and left her alone…except him. Can she possibly hope that she and Joe were always meant to be more than friends? Summary: It just feels like more bad luck when Jared's car breaks down in the middle of a thunderstorm. But when the Good Samaritan who brings him in from the rain turns out to be Jensen, his best friend from childhood, things start to look up. For Jensen, seeing Jared again after so many years could be the best chance he's had yet to get everything he's ever wanted. Link to fic: on LiveJournal Title: One Small Step Author: sandymg Artist: apieceofcake Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 38K Warnings: Jared/Jensen, Jensen/Tom, Jensen/OMC Prompt: For Business … Or Marriage: She'd always been in love with her boss. Secretly. And it had almost killed Abby Morrison each time magnificent multimillionaire Cade Stone began dating another woman. And now ... he wanted her to plan his wedding! Abby knew Cade was making a mistake -- marrying for business reasons a woman equally uninterested in love. For too long she'd been the mousy little secretary. But now she refused to keep quiet. So she had one month to plan Cade's wedding? That gave her one month to change his mind. Summary: Jared has had a secret crush for months. But it’s not like publishing genius and gay activist Jensen Ackles is going to notice the tall, weird guy pushing the mail cart. So when Jared’s best friend and Jensen’s assistant, Sandy, tells him that Jensen is getting married in one month to a fellow activist -- something about being the first gay couple to get married in the state -- Jared knows some things just aren't meant to be. And now Sandy is insisting that Jared help her plan the wedding. She thinks it’s a good idea. Jared thinks she’s nuts. Because the only thing this could lead to is heartbreak. Right? Link to fic: on Ao3 Link to art: on LiveJournal Title: Home Is Where the Hurt Is Author: tebtosca Artist: fiercelynormal Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 15K Warnings: Total schmoop Prompt: My Favorite Cowboy Rugged, rough and rowdy, Jarred Riddell is everything a cowboy should be. That's the problem. 'Cause Jarred has set his sights on a pretty lil' socialite who has no use for his unrefined ways. Luckily, he has a plan: get the local librarian to whip him into charm-school shape and that city gal will fall right into his gentlemanly arms. But co-conspirator Serena Higgens has more on her mind than proper manners. She's pined for years after the sweet, hardworking rancher who lacks a bit of polish. To earn some much-needed cash, she'll put her feelings aside and give Jarred a crash course in respectability. Besides, throwing out mud-caked boots and correcting double negatives should help Serena get over her crush. It's the perfect situation…until Jarred adds kissing to the lesson plan! Summary: Librarian Jensen Ackles has been secretly in love with cattle rancher Jared Padalecki since high school, but Jared's been pining after the Big Oil socialite that got away. When said socialite returns to their small town newly single, Jared decides to finally woo her by having Jensen teach him how to be a proper gentleman. Jensen never could say no to those stupid dimples. Link to fic: on Ao3 Link to art: on LiveJournal Title: Deception Bay Author: zubeneschamali Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 15K Warnings: none listed Prompt: A Caribbean island...a honeymoon suite...sexy lingerie. Emily Wright has everything for the perfect honeymoon—except a husband! Although her nuptials are off, Emily takes her honeymoon, hoping for peace and quiet. Instead, chaos erupts when a stranger crashes into her suite and tackles her to the ground, protecting her from flying bullets. His chiseled physique sets off a wild desire in Emily.Delta Force Commando Tyler Matheson wasn't planning on a gorgeous civilian to come between him and the assailant he's chasing. Now he needs her help even though it means jeopardizing her life. Neither of them counts on the very real danger their sizzling chemistry provokes....Summary: While trying to enjoy his honeymoon-turned-solo-vacation, Jensen's party for one is literally crashed by a handsome, mysterious stranger who saves his life. Before he knows it, he's thrown into a world of danger…and passion like he's never dreamed. Link to fic: on LiveJournal Title: How a Writer Survives His Sister’s Wedding Author: matalinolukaret Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 18.5K Warnings: None Prompt: The Rogue Wedding GuestHannah couldn't wait to get back home for her sister's wedding. But it's hardly a holiday—to research a new TV show, her boss has decided to come with her! Hannah doesn't want the roguish Bradley Knight with her as her wedding date! How can she act professional with karaoke as the wedding entertainment? She's harbored a secret crush on Bradley since she started her job—so spending the weekend with him is a little too close for comfort. Especially when she finds out he's booked the penthouse suite for them both to share.Summary: Jared’s ready to go back home to celebrate his sister’s wedding. But that all changes when his crush/somewhat boss joins him on the trip to Texas. It’s going to be an interesting week, that’s for sure. Link to fic: on LiveJournal Title: Making Opportunities Author: raeschae Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: R Word Count: 21K Warnings: None listed Prompt: The Bikini Car Wash: After Andrea Wolkowicz abandons corporate life to help care for her sister, she quickly wears out the want ads in their rust-belt hometown. Time to be her own boss. Every mogul knows the best idea is an old idea with a new twist. So Andi proudly revives her father's business: an old-fashioned car wash…staffed entirely by bikini-clad women. That ought to get traffic—and blood—flowing on Grosvenor Street! This gutsy gimmick soon has the whole town in a lather, and not necessarily in a good way. Scandalized citizens are howling, neighboring businesses are worried. But straitlaced grocery-store owner Pete Guthrie is definitely intrigued. He knows it's hard to run a small business in a big-box world. To him, Andi's brains and bravery are as alluring as the bikini she calls business attire. Summary: LA event planner Jared doesn't take many trips back to his small, Midwestern hometown these days, but when his first crush, Jensen, is in need of his services, Jared can't resist the urge to drop everything and drive half way across the country. Now he has one week to raise thousands of dollars, save a youth center, and show Jensen exactly what he missed out on all those years ago. Link to fic: on LiveJournal Title: Shadows of the Past Author: myficjournal and saklani2 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 26K Warnings: violence, some hurt!Jared, almost undoubtedly some mistakes in regards to police procedure Prompt: Rogue Stallion: "I don't want kindness—or your kind of woman."Sterling McCallum gave the plain, hard warning to Jessica Larson. The brooding rogue cop had a stone in place of a heart and a past as mysterious as the case that had brought them together. But this time Jessica couldn't back off. Something compelled her to stand her ground and brave the emotions this man had long aroused. Suddenly, their darkest secrets, their deepest desires, shimmered to the surface…about to explode.Summary: Detective Jensen Ackles was betrayed by his former partner and lover. Ever since, he has driven away all his partners and been alone. But new partner, Jared Padalecki, and the murder of a man tied to his past will force him to change everything. Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: I see great things in baseball Author: withdiamonds Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: R Word Count: 8K Warnings: None Prompt: In Bed with the BossFor three years, Kalera has been a model secretary to Duncan Royal, with only one hiccup in their otherwise perfect relationship: a one-night stand that should never have happened, and which both have tried to forget. Or so Kalera thought. But Duncan is haunted by their one night of unbelievable passion, and secretly longs for their relationship to develop after office hours. As a rule, he can have any woman he wants—so he's furious when Kalera announces her engagement to another man! Whatever it takes, Duncan intends to entice Kalera into his bed once more—and this time it will be forever.Summary: For the five years that Jared Padalecki has owned the Albuquerque Isotopes, Jensen Ackles has been his perfect assistant. Two years ago, they had a one-night stand. It was awesome, but they decided business and pleasure really didn't mix and agreed to forget it ever happened. Jared has no clue that he harbors real feelings for Jensen. He merely thinks that he thinks Jensen is hot, but when Jensen announces his intention to marry another man, Jared realizes he's actually in love with Jensen. Now he has to figure out how to convince Jensen that he feels the same. Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: The Long Way Home Author: jesseofthenorth Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: R (language) PG-13 (Action) Word Count: 11k Warnings: none Prompt: Texas is a long way from Oregon, but Amanda Allen isn't planning to make her stay in Brody's Crossing permanent. All she wants is to meet the brothers she only recently discovered she had and head back out—mission accomplished. But what to do about Leo Casale? The tempting Texan is doing his level best to make her feel right at home. Leo is completely captivated by the stranger with secret! written all over her. He wants to help her, but Amanda refuses to confide in him. Does she have to be so stubborn and independent? Things are happening way too fast. Suddenly, Amanda has a whole new family to get to know, including a certain irresistible charmer who's making her believe that she belongs here too! Summary: That, mostly. Except more gay. And told from Jared's point of view. Link to fic: on LiveJournal Title: It's so easy loving you Author: the_milky_way Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: R Word Count: 15K Warnings: None Prompt: Her Best Friend's WeddingWhen did Sadie Beecham get those curves? She'd always been the geek next door, his baby sister Meg's brainy best friend. Smart, sure. But hot? He never would have imagined it…before. Now, Trey Kincaid's imagining all sorts of things. And none of them has to do with Sadie's gifted mind. A mind, he discovers, she's clearly lost. Because she thinks she's in love with Meg's fiancé. And that's an obsession he's determined to put an end to—one way or the other.Summary: Jensen looks up then and stares. Open mouthed and all that. He must look quite idiotic, sitting on the stairs with a kitten hanging from his little finger, mouth open and eyes wide. Because, holy hell, is that really Jared Padalecki standing there? Link to fic: on LiveJournal Title: The Tampa Connection Author: tcs1121 Pairing: Jared/Jensen, past Jared/JDM Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 17K Warnings: Harlequin Romance. (Please read in the spirit it was written.) GuySex. Some Hurt/Comfort eventually. Prompt: Summary: On paper, Jared Padalecki Morgan had a lifestyle most people would envy. Only he knows what a sham his marriage really was. So when his politician husband is killed in a hit and run accident, he moves to Florida and takes a job as a personal assistant to Jensen Ackles, a powerful CEO with an intimidating reputation. Jared's intelligence and social grace prove invaluable to Jensen, and on a business trip to South Carolina's lush Low Country, their business relationship takes a sensual detour. But when threatening letters arrive at Jensen's office, Jared realizes that his husband's death was no accident—and that he will meet a similar fate unless they can uncover the scandalous truth together... Link to fic: on LiveJournal Title: Let the sun rain down on me Author: trinipedia Artist: theblackrose16 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: R Word Count: 15K Warnings: language Prompt: The Angel and the OutlawHe wants her as his bride, but the law wants him! No one asks the dark, brooding stranger about his past. People gossip, but daren't question. He and his young daughter live alone--and that's the way Stuart Taylor wants...needs it to stay. When the spirited new schoolteacher, Rachel Houston, is touched by Stuart's shy little girl, who's never uttered a word, everything starts to change. Stuart's surly manner doesn't worry Rachel--she can see the vulnerability hidden in the depths of his blue eyes. She's convinced there's more to the rugged, handsome stranger's story. But when the truth comes out, has Rachel the courage to stand by her man?Summary: Jensen Ackles is a moody petty-thief who marries his parole officer's nephew, believing that he can use the honeymoon to escape to Canada. Jared Padalecki is the sweetest guy you can ever hope to meet. He truly believes that Niagara Falls will change Jensen for the better and won't let anything stop the honeymoon...not even his own death. The story of a marriage that truly is forever, based on the movie "Camille".Link to fic: on Ao3 (art embedded in fic) Title: Quite So, Sir and Other Code Words Author: forelyse Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 9K Warnings: None Prompt: What's a Housekeeper to Do?Being housekeeper to crime writer Cameron Travers should be a pretty simple, safe job—just what Lally Douglas wants. Once burned, forever shy Lally wants to blend into the background. Cameron Travers is attractive, intelligent, fun and very charming! Soon Lally wants to wear all colors of the rainbow and embrace life. Most of all she wants Cameron to notice her, in that way.Summary: Being housekeeper to novelist Jensen Ackles should be a simple, safe job—just what Jared needs. Once burned, Jared wants to lead a pleasant but otherwise generic life. Jensen is attractive, intelligent, thoughtful and very charming! Soon Jared wants to wear all colors of the rainbow just to get Jensen to notice him, especially in that way. Link to fic: on LiveJournal Title: ho'ololi (transform) Author: topaz119 Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 8K Warnings: None Prompt: #31 Pleasure in HawaiiGene Malloy is finally ready to get on with his life. And he just may have found the perfect woman to share it with him. From the moment Gene rescues Sloane Hepburn from a rogue wave on the beach, she makes his most passionate fantasies come true. With her sultry beauty and lively spirit, Sloane is turning the divorced Maui B and B owner's life upside down—and he's loving every minute of it….Relocating to Hawaii is a big step for the overextended career woman. But with hunky, seductive Gene Malloy romancing her under a tropical island sky, how can a woman keep from falling? Now he just has to make her see that their love is here to stay. And that the pleasure is just beginning…Summary: They were good together, in bed and out, but Jensen didn’t know if that was only because they really weren’t together all that often. Link to fic: on Ao3 Supernatural Title: Cover Art Artist: gold_bluepoint Pairing: Sam/Dean Rating: PG-13 Word Count: N/A Warnings: None Prompt: "Responding to a 911 call, Whitehorse Deputy Halley Robinson is stunned to find herself face-to-face with her teenage crush, Colton Chisholm. The schoolboy who had teased her is now a strong and sexy man—and he's on a mission to solve a case! But if he plans on unmasking a killer, he's going to need her help. Colton can no longer run from the truth…someone in his small town has gotten away with murder. Now it's up to him to bring the killer to justice—with the help of local authorities, which, to his surprise, include Halley. The girl who had once idolized him is now a woman he must fight to resist. But as they work on the case, the attraction between them only grows stronger. Their rocky past may lead to a future together…unless the killer parts them forever." Summary: Interning at a local police department while at Stanford, Sam is stunned to find himself face-to-face with his older brother, Dean. The overbearing sibling who had teased Sam is now a strong and sexy man - and he's on a mission to solve a case! But if Dean plans on hunting the killer, he's going to need Sam's help. Dean Winchester can no longer run from the truth... a violent creature is taking victims in the San Fransisco Bay Area. Now it's up to him to find the killer - with the unwitting help of local authorities, which, to his surprise, include Sam. The boy who had once idolized him is now a young man he must fight to resist. But as they work on the case, the attraction between them only grows stronger. Their rocky past may lead to a future together... unless the killer parts them forever. 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‘Supernatural’ season 14: What we know – and what we want

Supernatural will be back on our screens in exactly one month. Here’s what we know so far about season 14 – and more importantly, what we hope it all means.

On October 11, Supernatural returns to the CW with a 14th season, which will include the ridiculously resilient show’s 300th episode. Filming has been underway since July, and ever since San Diego Comic-Con, more and more tidbits have been shared, painting a picture of what fans can look forward to when the season kicks off next month. We’ve rounded up the most important details and had a crack at deciphering what these teases could actually imply.

Shorter is actually sweeter

What We Know: It’s been fairly widely reported that season 14 will be reduced to 20 episodes, from a previous 23. Supernatural has enjoyed quite a few years with an extended season – this will be the first year since season 7 to have less than 23 episodes, and the shortest overall since the cut-short season 3 a whole decade ago (ah, Writers’ Strike. We’ll never forget.)

This isn’t the CW losing faith – the decision was apparently made at the request of stars Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, who obviously appear in every single episode and have done so for the past 13 years – a heavier workload than most on TV these days. This slightly shorter season gives them a longer summer hiatus, more rest throughout the year and and more time to spend at home (each is the father of three very young children) and if the stars don’t feel burnt out, the show has the potential to run for many more years to come.

Which, it seems, may be a possibility. A few years ago, questions were raised about Supernatural calling it a day at the 300th episode milestone, and we’ve been poised for an announcement ever since. However, that day fast approacheth, and the show apparently has no end in sight. Showrunner Andrew Dabb spoke rather candidly with UK print magazine SciFiNow about that potential, revealing that “[he] would be very surprised if this was our last season,” and that the writers are not approaching season 14 creatively as if it was the show’s last. Nor have they gotten any sort of heads-up from the CW to assume as such.

The season’s first 11 episodes have been released by SpoilerTV, and while we don’t know who dished this out to them, these reports have generally turned out to be accurate. So far, we’ve got 14.01 “Stranger in a Strange Land,” 14.02 “Gods and Monsters,” 14.03 “The Scar,” 14.04 “Mint Condition,” 14.05 “Nightmare Logic,” 14.06 “Optimism,” 14.07 “Unhuman Nature,” 14.08 “Byzantium,” 14.09 “The Spear,” 14.10 “Nihilism,” and 14.11 “Damaged Goods.”

The Supernatural crew’s “SPN Tape Ball” welcomes everyone back for season 14

What We Want: With a smaller episode count, the universal expectation from actors, writers and fans seems to be all about cutting the fat. Supernatural has a long and meandering history – it’s always had the time and the scope to deviate from the path and do standalone episodes, drawn out mythology reveals, and multi-season slow burn plots. It’s a wonderful opportunity which has made the show one of a kind, but it’s also a slog for everyone involved creatively, and so this year is all about honing the story to hit harder and have a more intense pace.

As most viewers are keenest on character-driven drama, we’re hoping that season 14 will be more personal, more insular and more concentrated than ever before – we want to see every episode as a clear and cohesive part of a whole, and relegate anything procedural, like casework, to an incidental background element of the characters’ day-to-day lives, while their minds are still on the season’s major external threat or internal struggle.

That seems to be the plan, according to cast and producers, and this is great news to anyone who loved season 13, because this approach was taken last year too – “Scoobynatural” was the season’s only genuine standalone, and the season was tighter and more emotionally consistent than the show has been in years. In the Digital Spy interview referenced earlier in this section, the EPs openly admit that it’s sometimes been hard to stretch their core stories over a 23 episode order, so the chance to trim anything that previously would have been added in merely to pad stories out means that what we’ll see in season 14 should be the best of the best – every moment counts.

The title reveals are all very interesting – this show has historically had some of the most wide-referencing and meta episode names in TV history, and while some of these are typical Supernatural (“Stranger in a Strange Land,” from Exodus 2:22; “Gods and Monsters” from Bride of Frankenstein) most of these are pretty simple statements, but a lot of them feel significant as pairs: “The Scar” and “The Spear;” “Mint Condition” and “Damaged Goods;” “Optimism” and “Nihilism.” The production credits are known for the episodes that have already been filmed, and so it will be interesting to see whether those similarities are actually true thematic pairs by the same writer.

As for the show’s eventual ending? More than anything we want advance notice. The various interviews that the cast and producers have given about the shortened season 14 seem to imply that the network want the seasons to be as long as possible and the stars want the seasons to be as short as possible. We hope that they continue to meet in the middle, and when Supernatural does call it a day, we want at least two seasons’ notice. Given the amount of time that the show has been on the air, any wind-down arc would need that much planning to feel satisfying and justified, and given that that wind-down apparently isn’t currently being worked on, anything less would be a total rug-yank.

Michael is a game changer

What We Know: Michael will be fully in control of Dean’s body, and he will be sticking around for a while. We will allegedly see – for the first time ever – episodes that will not feature Dean Winchester as a credited character, despite Jensen Ackles’ performance, and Ackles very thoroughly confirmed that he’ll be playing the character longer than the audience will anticipate.

Ackles previewed his new character for us at SDCC, explaining that Michael sees the Apocalypse World’s annihilation as a failure, so he’ll take a different approach here, and will begin looking for allies. “Michael is essentially looking for a race of people or animals or creatures to save, and then he will start his cleansing,” the actor explained, and he’s also spoken at length, to multiple outlets, about the challenge of shaking off Dean in an environment he’s so comfortable slipping into character in, and how he’s gotten more coaching and feedback than he has received in years. We got to see a video of a Michael scene, in which the archangel approaches a potential recruit, and we also learned that his fighting style will be very ethereal and hands-off.

Sam, of course, will be doing all he can to rescue his brother, while juggling the responsibility of being a combination military general/RA/social worker for a large group of hunter refugees who are stuck living in his house, and they’re going to run him ragged – in the first few episodes, Sam will sport more facial hair than usual because he literally hasn’t had a spare second to shave. Sam may well have this a huge group of new hunter friends all keen to help vanquish the enemy, but according to Jared Padalecki, he’ll also have to beat them to it, because their priority is killing Michael, no matter what, whereas Sam’s is, of course, protecting Michael’s vessel.

When the brothers are reunited – it looks like this will happen in episode 3, but there may more to it – expect to see plenty of PTSD as Dean is forced to relive and remember all the things Michael did with his body. This is how we’ll get to see Ackles’ performance as Michael thread through the whole season – it sounds like Dean will have plenty of flashbacks to being in Michael, so we’ll revisit that time period over and over.

Jensen Ackles poses as the archangel Michael.

What We Want: To have our cake and eat it too. There’s conflicting feelings here, because we want to check in with Dean as soon as possible – it’s going to be very odd if Jensen Ackles appears in multiple episodes as Michael without any perspective from Dean at all – but we also want his time as Michael to be drawn out as long as possible. When quizzed on their plans, cast and producers have all insisted at various points that this story won’t be aborted fast like the Demon Dean plot was – but they also acknowledge the difficulty of shaking up the Sam and Dean status quo for too long.

It sounds like Supernatural has figured out a perfect balance that will allow Ackles to re-enter the picture as Dean while still fulfilling a major plot as Michael. First of all, we’ll see Dean riding inside Michael’s head, trying to regain control. “We’ll see Dean putting up a fight, but it’s a really hard fight to win,” showrunner Andrew Dabb told TVLine. “But Dean’s a fighter. He’s going to try to get out even if it doesn’t quite go his way.” As for how that struggle will look, visually, Dabb says, “We have a couple of different approaches to it. Some are very much like he looks into a mirror, and some are going into people’s heads. It’s dependent on the story.”

Then, after he’s free, the opportunity to unpack Dean’s possession backwards with flashbacks is ideal. This story is both a really rich creative opportunity for a brilliant actor to explore and an important character journey that won’t be done justice if it’s cut short or solved quickly. Supernatural managed this well in season 8 with its Purgatory storyline, but even that arc is something that Ackles, particularly, has spoken about repeatedly as something he wished could have been explored deeper before things returned to normal. Given that everyone involved seems to be craving the chance to hit this one as hard as possible, we hope that they’ll take as many risks and go down as many untrodden paths as they need to in order to make Michael’s effect felt as wholly as it should be.

As for the aftermath – when Dean returns home, it’ll be to a Bunker where Sam is absolutely the boss of his domain, and it’d be great to see this adjustment of the dynamic play a part in Dean’s displacement, as he tries to fit himself back into his old roles where everything is now different. We get the feeling that a major theme of this season will be to do with the idea that you can never go backwards – that every state of being is impermanent, and that trying to build the future in an attempt to replicate the past is not possible – that, in the simplest terms, change changes you and you must let it. If that’s the case, it should make for some very interesting developments.

Wayward women will return

What We Know: All of the Wayward Sisters will return to Supernatural in some way this season, which makes sense. Of course, most of the ladies are recurring Winchester allies anyway, but the backdoor pilot left some real problems up in the air. Dabb told EW that “[we] found a way to fold [them] organically into the plot line, and some of the hanging chads from the pilot last year ended up dovetailing nicely with some of the stuff Michael’s looking to do, and some of the stuff that’s going on in our world just generally. It all folds together pretty well, but they’ll definitely be in multiple episodes this season.”

Mainstay Jody Mills is confirmed for episode 3 – actress Kim Rhodes posted many, many set photos during shooting. Jody will be investigating “a mysterious death, when it turns out that she and Sam and Dean are looking for the same person,” Andrew Dabb tells TVLine. “That involves her in a case that has pretty big repercussions, Wayward-wise, going forward.” Filming details seem to show that Jim Beaver as AU Bobby will also appear in episode 3, and given Jody’s history with the real Bobby, this could get very confusing. Somewhat less reliably, Yadira Guevara-Prip as Kaia also has an iMDb credited on that episode.

Episode 3, “The Scar,” is written by Wayward creator Robert Berens, and given the scar-sharing stories swapped by Kaia and Claire plus the fact that Kaia got hella stabbed with a spear and replaced by a dark doppelganger, the biggest cliffhanger of “Wayward Sisters,” this could be a resolution of all of that, or at least a continuation. (Remember those paired episode titles? “The Spear” is episode 9 – six slots, or one normal cycle of writer credits, after “The Scar.” Hmmm.)

Kim Rhodes steps back into Jody’s shoes on set

What We Want: For the CW to recognize the massive error it made in not greenlighting Wayward Sisters as its own show, and and re-order it for 2019. Jared Padalecki agrees. They’ll need to hurry up, though – Prip has already been snapped up by Apple’s straight-to-series drama See, Kat Ramdeen is running for office, and Kathryn Newton will be an unattainable A-lister in approximately 20 minutes.

Heaven, Hell and Castiel

What We Know: Castiel will of course begin the season alongside Sam, Jack, Mary and all the Winchester allies, hyper-focused on recovering Dean, and filming images from the season premiere, including a video from Misha Collins, show Castiel pretty roughed up straight out of the gate. At SDCC, it was promised that Sam and Cas would form a united, supportive team, but Andrew Dabb later revealed to TVLine that Cas may pursue some unsavory options for their joint cause: Sam and heavenly pal Castiel are “extremely driven to find Dean,” with the latter even seeking help from “certain people, possibly with black eyes, who he would not normally contact.”

The state of Hell is a real mystery, with no Crowley, no Lucifer and no remaining Princes. We have no idea who’s in charge and who Castiel’s connection might be, but according to TVLine we will get a good look at what’s going on in Hell straight away in the premiere. Upstairs, Danneel Ackles’ Anael (last seen breaking up with Lucifer when he wasn’t able to replenish Heaven with angels) will also return in the premiere, and the creative team also reminded us at SDCC that the unsolved problem of Heaven’s collapse will need to be addressed. Cas is one of this world’s few remaining angels, so he’s sure to be involved in that, for better or worse.

Castiel will also be stepping more firmly into his role as Jack’s chosen father – during season 13, the pair was mostly separated, and did not have a lot of time to get to know each other. Season 14 will see a much closer onscreen relationship, as Cas helps Jack adjust to life without powers, and through this mentoring, Collins has said that Cas himself may learn a few lessons about his own self-worth and his value in the family unit the Winchesters have formed – perhaps a case of realizing that one should take one’s own advice.

Luckily, there should be time to address all of these things as deeply as possible, because due to the season order, Castiel is set to appear in a higher percentage of episodes – it sounds like Collins has been contracted for the same number of appearances (last season it was 15, though in two of those he was kind of dead) and so 15 out of 20 lends potential for a much more featured story, compared to 15 out of 23.

Castiel, shellshocked in the wake of Dean’s possession. Image credit: The CW

What We Want: Season 14 marks the 10th anniversary of Castiel’s introduction, which in turn opened the world of Supernatural up to the divine and forever changed the show’s scope and format. There’s a serious corollary between Castiel’s initial arc and where we’re at now for Dean – after all, he rebelled against Heaven to save Dean from this very destiny as Michael’s vessel, so it makes all the sense in the world that this is going to hit Cas hard and that he would stop at nothing to help.

Many, many people on this show have made many, many terrible allegiances for the greater good, some of which were successful, some not so much. Castiel making deals with demons isn’t necessarily a red flag of a downward morality spiral, but he has proven his capacity for ruthless, dangerous and self-sacrificing decisions to help the Winchesters many times, with varying results. Season 13 saw Cas with a new sense of assurance, a different driving force and a greater upper hand, so hopefully he knows what he’s doing here – at the very least, please, no backpedaling.

However, if we’re shooting for the moon, three options to make this plotline a highlight of the season. Number one: the demon Cas is meeting with is Drexel, the hilarious, nervous, minion who popped up during the past couple of seasons. We have literally no idea what’s going on with Hell right now, so to quote a great prophet of our age, this might as well happen. Secondly, it would be awesome if the new regime in Hell found some way to reintroduce Rachel Miner as Meg, Cas’s best demon pal who yes, kinda died back in season 8, but this show has recovered many dead characters, and Miner is very open to the idea.

The third option worth exploring, in a slightly different direction, is one that could open up a lot of possibilities for Castiel in general, and it’s to do with his position as an angel. Cas has been drained of grace more than once, including becoming fully human for a period of time. His body is now his own – he’s not possessing a vessel, he’s effectively living in a rebuilt clone of Jimmy Novak that belongs entirely to him. No other angel has that. Even more tellingly, he has been possessed by another angel, and used as a vessel himself.

All of this kind of adds up to the idea that Castiel isn’t really a true angel any more, and that he probably has a soul as well as grace. He has to have grown one while human, and it didn’t just evaporate. Castiel is Not Like All The Other Angels, by physiology as well as choice, and that is something that the show needs to address at some point. It could become a factor either in his mentorship of Jack, another human soul with angelic grace, or in his dealings with Heaven, about how much he “counts” these days.

But what if it came up because a demon of the crossroads variety offers him a literal deal – the chance to sell his soul to save Dean, a soul that he didn’t really believe he had? What then?

#Mobby is real

What We Know: Love is in the air for Mary Winchester and the new Bobby Singer. Supernatural isn’t exactly a show with a successful romantic track record, but maybe these two will be the ones to break the mold. The pair have spent plenty of time bonding over the last season, when Mary became a resistance general in the Apocalypse world, so the foundation, and the spark, is clearly there – in fact, the seaosn 13 finale’s plot was kickstarted when these two discovered a dead body while on what can only be classified as a romantic stroll in the rain.

The vibes were there, the hints were dropped, but we’ve now got some more explicit confirmation. “There’s a brewing Bobby/Mary relationship that we want to explore,” Robert Singer told TVLine. And how will Dean and Sam feel about a potential romance between their mom and their surrogate father’s doppelganger? “I think the boys would be on board with this,” Singer says. “They love [Mary] and like [Bobby] a lot. And if it would make their mom happy, they’d go for that. But this Bobby is a little more complicated of a character in what he’s seen and done, and that can be a roadblock in the relationship.”

Bobby and Mary bonding on a walk through the woods. Image credit: The CW

What We Want: We’re extremely pro, but this is kind of a complicated situation, so we want it handled carefully, taking into account a lot of fragile emotional dynamics. For starters, this Bobby knew – and clearly had a thing for – his world’s version of Mary Campbell. He didn’t know John Winchester, and that John never became the horrible trainwreck parent who raised Sam and Dean in our world – the one our version of Bobby knew all too well. It’s too easy to look at Jim Beaver on screen and project that history of being Sam and Dean’s best parent onto him, and it’s important to remember that he has the same issue in reverse – he knew another Mary, and may have complicated feelings regarding that. There’s the potential for Bobby, Mary, Sam and Dean to all get mixed up in their expectations here.

Mary’s memories of her husband were a fallacy – the John she knew was not the father her sons had to deal with, and it’s hard to imagine a healthy relationship moving forward and the boys being all for it without some of those issues coming to light, just in terms of everyone balancing their emotions and perspectives with clear eyes. It’s a real shame that Mary never met Sam and Dean’s Bobby and learnt about John from him – though their new feelings probably wouldn’t have progressed in the same way if so. Regardless, we hope that this romance will bring some of that bittersweet baggage to light, even if it’s via Sam and Dean discussing the strange circumstances that have brought these parental figures together.

Sam’n’Dean, reunited on Halloween

What We Know: The season’s 4th episode will be Halloween-themed for the first time in a decade, and will be something of an homage to 80s slasher movies. This episode (which will air on All Hallows’ Day, November 1, barring unexpected airdate changes) will be meta-lite – think “Tombstone,” not “Scoobynatural” – and like “Tombstone,” it will be tied into one of Dean’s geeky childhood passions. At SDCC, Andrew Dabb teased that although no future crossovers are planned, we will see a fun delve into pop culture in this way, and both Jensen Ackles – at a convention – and Dabb – in TVLine – have since expanded on this and confirmed that the episode will deal with one of Dean’s favorite horror movie characters.

Thanks to on-location pictures from Vancouver’s Hollywood North tv blog, we know that Sam and Dean will visit a comic store, full of pop culture memorabilia, and that kids dressed in Halloween costumes will also feature. Ackles himself gave us a closer look at some of the set dressing as he posed next one specific meta easter egg – a statue of DC’s Jason Todd, the character he voiced in 2010’s animated feature Batman: Under the Red Hood.

Ackles and Padalecki spotted together on location. Image credit: Hollywood North

What We Want: A big twist. Thanks to the filming pics, this is the first episode of the season that we’re 100% certain will feature a reunited Sam and Dean on screen – and they seem to be having a whole lot of jolly fun, which doesn’t quite fit with the expected story and mood. Given how carefully season 13 laid its threads and delivered its tonal payoffs, we can’t imagine that a shortened season 14 will backpedal any of those raised standards in emotional consistency – so there’s got to be a catch.

As we covered when talking about Jensen Ackles’ stint as Michael, we don’t know how much linear time we’ll see with Dean away from the fold, but since we have this episode’s title – “Mint Condition” – it’s all too easy to imagine that phrase applied to Dean being released as a vessel, that this scenario is him putting on a brave face, claiming to be perfectly fine, and throwing himself enthusiastically back into casework, which could all lead to the PTSD-esque breakdown that we’ve been promised in the aftermath of his possession.

However, all may not be as it seems – this may not even be actual reality. We’ve seen inside the minds of both Sam and Cas when possessed by angels before – Sam unknowingly, and Cas with consent – and during those periods, both of those characters were living in a fantasy land. During season 9, in the moments that Sam wasn’t conscious, Gadreel had him locked in a dream, “something with ghouls and cheerleaders,” if you’ll recall. For Castiel, possessed by Lucifer, we saw him zoned out watching TV in the bunker’s kitchen as Crowley and Lucifer fought in the background of his consciousness. So although though we know that Dean will remember much of his time with Michael and be traumatized by it, there might be some incidents of Michael trying to suppress Dean in a dream world – and an indulgent romp where his fannish obsessions come to life sounds mighty likely as a contender to distract him.

Either way, we need to talk about those short sleeves. Chinos. Pocket protectors! Clearly undercover in some way, but these are two fairly well-rounded guys who have met a huge variety of people all around the country, including many, many pop culture aficionados, convention-goers, gamers and so forth, plus they were best friends with Charlie Bradbury. This better be the brothers’ idea of a Halloween costume (Revenge of the Nerds, maybe?) because there is no possible way that Supernatural can make me believe that Sam and Dean Winchester genuinely think that this is how comic book readers in 2018 dress.

Learning about Lebanon at last

What We Know: Episode 13 of this season will be the show’s 300th – a rare achievement. It will air sometime in early 2019 – February or March, depending on winter hiatus – and it’ll be a look at a day in the life of Sam and Dean, at home in Lebanon on their downtime, mixing with the locals. At San Diego Comic-Con, despite the cast claiming to know nothing and would not reveal any information about it in the panel, showrunner Andrew Dabb later surprised us with a full pitch in the press room.

“Sam and Dean live in this bunker. They’ve lived here for a number of years. This bunker is in a place called Lebanon, Kansas. We’ve never seen what the people of Lebanon think of Sam and Dean, these two guys that like, come to the bar, or drive their car through, or go to the laundromat, but their shirts are covered in blood, so it’s not all rosy. That’s kind of our idea, to explore that world, so it becomes a story about Sam and Dean, starring Sam and Dean, but allows us to make it a little love letter to the show and a love letter to them.” Dabb promised on Twitter that – unlike the 200th – Castiel would also be featured in this one.

EP Robert Singer will direct the episode, and he expanded on this idea with SciFiNow: “[It’s a chance] for us to take a bit of a Supernatural breather. It’s more about the guys’ life outside of what you see every week on the show, which is full of danger. But, you know, they live in Lebanon, Kansas, so what’s it like when they go to town to get a six-pack of beer, or if they get in a fender bender and don’t have car insurance?”

The real Lebanon is a very, very small town – the moments when we’ve seen the guys driving through or meeting someone locally still paint the town as bigger than it actually is in reality. (Fanfiction writers often expand the guys’ local experience to include shopping or dining in nearby Smith Center or Hastings, larger townships.) However, it sounds like the angle here is definitely to lampshade the fact that this is a tiny community who must have huge questions about these mysterious young men who arrived about six years ago.

The real Lebanon, KS. Image credit: LebanonKansas.org

What We Want: Oh, everything. The more mundane, the better. This episode is what hopes and dreams are made of. In a perfect world, this will be the most objectively boring Supernatural episode of all time. Let’s see where Dean buys his brioche burger buns. Let’s see Sam on a regular jogging route. Let’s see Donnie the Bartender knowing Dean’s order. Let’s see where Sam gets his hair cut, which dry cleaner they use for their fed suits. Let’s see how they explain Cas to literally anyone.

Let’s see no monster, no threat, no mystery – just straight up cooking, cleaning, vegging out, filling up the car with gas, going to the post office. Let’s see a crafternoon spent making new fake IDs for Jack. Forty two minutes of domestic bliss, which exposes, to the viewer, what the Winchesters’ cover story is in their adopted hometown.

But seriously, there are a couple of really important worldbuilding points to hit here – firstly, the history of the Men of Letters, because back in the day – the Bunker was completed in 1935 and abandoned in 1958 – the townsfolk must have had similar questions about all the stuffed shirts coming and going, and what exactly happened over at the old power plant.

Secondly, and sort of related: Lebanon is recorded as the geographic center of the continental United States – there’s a monument for it and everything, and it plays a part in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods as it has magical (or anti-magical) properties that are able to neutralize the powers of the gods – it’s their No Man’s Land. The significance of Lebanon as a location in Supernatural has never been mentioned – mythology aside, it’s never even been referenced as the center – so that’s something that this episode should definitely make efforts to include.

‘Supernatural’ returns October 11, 8/7c on The CW

Source: https://www.hypable.com/supernatural-season-14-spoiler-analysis/

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Tagged by @toomanyfandoms008 thankssss

Star sign: Scorpio

Height: 5'3"

Put your iTunes or Spotify on shuffle.What are the first 4 songs that pop up?:

Too close - Alex Clare

Numb - Linkin Park

Broken Home - 5SOS

It Girl - Jason Derulo

Have you ever had a poem or song written about you?

Nope.

When was the last time you played the guitar?

When I was younger, like 6 ish, me and my best friend at the time use to badly play the piano and keyboard whilst badly singing for fun. We called it a band, it rly wasnt

Who's your celebrity crush?

Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, Dylan O'Brien, Chris Hemsworth so many many more...

What's a sound you hate and a sound you love?

Hate: Loud eating and drinking noise. And bitching.

Love: Funny laughs, cuz it shows its too real for them to care. The laughs of my close friends.

Do you believe in ghosts?

I won't rule them out but I wouldn't say yes either. I love supernatural but I think I'd be absolutely terrified if I believed in all their content.

What was the last book you read?

Jeckyll and Hyde for school. Before that it was The Rest of Us Just Live Here. But before that it was just streams and streams of fanfic.

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Hm I'd say no but occasionally yeh it okay

What was the worst injury you have ever had?

3rd degree burn on my hand from pot noodle at and ice rink cuz me being a genius decided to carry the boiling hot pot while still wearing skates

Do you have any obsessions right now?

So many. Supernatural, Thomas Sanders' channel and sides, percico cuz I'm writing a fic, marvel especially mceu but all of it rly

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Well it depends on what was done and with what intentions. Most of the time probably yes but they also tend to be people who do it constantly or its a big thing or there just generally awful people so it doesn't bother me. However if someone admits it and apologize normally I'll apologize back and try my hardest to sweep it under a rug.

In a relationship?

Tagging: @dotinspace @destielicously-suspicous @randomfandoms153 @dreamhunter-trash @mischiefandi @fandoms--fandoms-everywhere @nyamafriend @welcome-to-regret-vale @shejustcalledmeafish

Tag!

Rules: Fill in your answers then tag 10 mutuals you’d like to get to know better

Tagged by @bloody-shadow666

Star sign: Gemini

Height: about 5'5 to 5'7 ish

Put your iTunes or Spotify on shuffle. What are the first 4 songs that pop up?

Aquaman by WALK THE MOON

If I Were a Zombie (Acoustic) by Stephanie Mabey

Aaron Burr, Sir from the Hamilton sound track

Guns and Ships also from the Hamilton sound track

The Overpass by Panic! At the Disco

Have you ever had a song or poem written about you?

Not that i know of….

When was the last time you’ve played guitar?

I never knew how but i would like to learn!

Who is your celebrity crush?

Tom Hiddleson or Emma Watson

What’s a sound you hate and a sound you love?

Hate: scraping against metal sounds, nails on chalkboard kind of things, things that make me sick inside and out. Or annoying sounds the boys in my class make e.g. constant burping, hitting there legs, drawing on tables, and weird bodily sounds.

Like: almost any kind of music…. Soft noises, i like the sound of kittens purring, or plastic things being crushed, breaking twigs and sticks too

Do you believe in ghosts?

Kind of… I try but my mom shuts that down fast telling me there not real or that there fake…..

What was the last book you read?

One i read was “where the red fern grows” last one ive read myself that ive finished, my mom read harry potter to me my teacher for 7th grade read both “things not seen” and “the outsiders”

Im currently reading “Simon vs. The homosapiens agenda” (aka love, Simon)

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yes

What was the worst injury you’ve ever had?

When I tripped an fell hiking moon rock trail and cut my knee open, less then an inch cut, but it was deep enough to cause a scar

Do you have any obsessions right now?

Other than Tom Hiddleson it has to be My Chemical Romance, Panic! At the Disco, Twenty Øne Piløts, Cavetown, bands like that, wasting my time on Tumblr or youtube, or watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Ive gotten better at letting go of things but I hold on to almost everything, im not gonna do anything about it and after a while ill bring it up as a joke if ive managed to decide its not bad anymore or ive fixed the problem…. Usualy ill wait for joking around if 1. There my friend, i really only joke with my friends and 2. So i don’t upset them or make them think im upset

In a relationship?

Yes, as some of you know ive been dating my girlfriend for almost a year, october 17th will mark our one year so about 27 days (as of September 20th)

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So im going to tag: @phoenixtheoc @a-box-of-references @ordinary-olive @toomanyfandoms008 @dorky-fandom-trash @the-king-of-lemons @ineedsomechickennuggets @multifandomer-fanofpercyjackson @mangoxythefox @jack-skellingtons-detachable-rib

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years ago

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If I Fell For You (Part 2) - Baseball Caps & Stroller Naps

Summary: The reader gets into the swing of things around the Ackles household and starts having more one on one time with Jensen. He even offers to set her up with a friend of his. When he invites her to a family outing as a friend though, she gets another glimpse that he might not be as put together as he appears...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Daddy!Jensen

Word Count: 5,900ish

Warnings: language, mention of death of a spouse/death of a parent

A/N: Things are starting to happen! This was also written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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“Good morning,” you said the next day as Jensen walked into the kitchen covered in sweaty workout clothes.

“Morning,” he said, going to the fridge to grab a drink. “Get the kids to school okay?”

“Yup,” you said, Jensen sniffing the air and humming as he walked over to where a loaf of banana bread was cooling in the rack. “Ah, it’s still too hot. Wait another half hour.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “It smells amazing by the way. I don’t think anything’s been baked in this house in six months.”

“I’ve always enjoyed it,” you said, Jensen taking a seat on top of the counter. He chugged down the cold bottle of water, some of it dripping down the corners of his mouth. “Enjoy sleeping in today?”

“You don’t know the half of it. I feel amazing.”

“You look rested for the first time since I’ve met you,” you said. “You should sleep in on the weekends more too. The kids don’t need to be up at dawn.”

“No, they don’t,” he said. “I do love sleep too. You do okay with getting the three of them going on your own today?”

“Yeah. JJ’s old enough to get herself dressed and make her bed and do a few things on her own. The twins are a balancing act but the trick is to give yourself double the amount of time you think you need and you’ll never be late.”

“Not a bad tip,” he said as you finished wiping off a glass and picked up a pad and pen. “Whatcha working on?”

“Ideas for crafts and that sort of thing. You guys have a lot of supplies already so I was thinking of some ideas to do this week,” you said.

“You know...you can stick them in front of a TV too. They have their shows they like. We aren’t big on tracking screen time,” he said. “As long as they play and do some kind of creative thing everyday they can watch TV for a few hours in a row if they want. Our parents didn’t worry about that shit when we were kids, you know?”

“No, they didn’t do that,” you said. He lifted up the bottom of his muscle tank and wiped off his face, your eyes going straight down to the pad so you wouldn’t risk staring. “Any work scheduled for today?”

“I gotta wash up, head to the brewery for a few to check on things. I have some voice acting work I’m doing right now so I go to a place downtown and record that. That’ll be my afternoon. I can handle making dinner tonight. I should be back around four thirty, maybe a hair after,” he said.

“Alright,” you said. “Anything you need at the store today?”

“Nah, we got plenty here,” he said. He wiped off his face with his shirt again, using his collar this time. You handed him a dish towel and he smiled, rubbing it over his neck and head. “Sorry. I’m dripping aren’t I.”

“A little. Do you work out a lot?” you asked.

“No more than the average person. Try to do thirty minutes in the morning most days of the week. It’s sort of been my only alone time lately,” he said.

“Are you a runner?”

“God no. I’m not built for that. I like boxing and HIIT, weights, that sort of stuff. Part of my job is to look a certain way so if I’m gonna be the tough guy…”

“You gotta look like a tough guy?” you asked. He smiled and you looked him up and down. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re a strong guy, that’s pretty obvious. But you’re not a tough guy.”

“Oh I’m not?” he asked but there was a lightness to his voice.

“Tough guys tend to be assholes. You’re too nice for that,” you said.

“I suppose you have a point,” he said, sliding off the counter. He stepped over to the banana bread and picked up the knife nearby, slicing off a piece for himself and popping it in his mouth. “Hot. Hot.”

“I told you so,” you said with a small laugh.

“Tastes delicious though,” he said with his mouth full. You shook your head as he ate another piece and turned to go upstairs.

“Jensen,” you said, pointing at the sweaty dish towel.

“Ugh, yes mom,” he said, swiping it away with a smile.

“Thank you,” you said, tapping on your notepad. You felt his presence beside you, not to mention the smell, and turned your head up, Jensen smiling back. “Yes?”

“Aren’t you due for a break?” he asked.

“You don’t really get how this nanny thing works yet, do you.”

“Yeah well...I’m not a shitty boss so I guess you’ll have to get used to that too. Take a break Y/N. Have some coffee on the balcony. It’s a sunny January day. Enjoy it,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he pointed at the back door before he headed upstairs. You bit your bottom lip and glanced at the clock. You had been going for over three hours non-stop and one of those had been spent trying to convince a four year old he had to wear pants to daycare.

You turned to leave the kitchen when you heard a tsk. You jumped and slipped on the rug in front of the sink, falling backwards straight down to the hardwood floor.

“Sorry! Sorry!” he said as he rushed over. “I’m always tripping over that thing.”

“I’m fine,” you said as you sat up with his help. Your ass hurt but you knew you’d be alright. “Maybe we move the rug from the very trippable area?”

He swallowed and stared at you for a long moment before you smiled.

“How about we put it outside your office?” you asked softly. He nodded and you picked up one end of the long strip of fabric. He went to the other end and picked it up, backing up as you walked it over to the other side of the house. You laid it out in front of his closed door, smiling as you straightened it up. “There we go. Safe and sound.”

You headed back to the kitchen, Jensen lingering behind you.

“I was...gonna say you can make...you can use my coffee machine,” he said quietly.

“Okay,” you said quietly. “Jensen.”

“Hm?”

“Stuff is stuff. This isn’t a museum. It’s a home. It’s gonna change over time.”

“I know. It’s just that rug...it is so damn ugly and I hate it,” he said with a smile. “I wanted to get rid of it the day she brought it home.”

“Wives have a way of getting the last word in,” you said. He chuckled and you got out a mug for yourself. “Tell me to shove it if this is too personal but are you sure you want to get back out into the dating world? It’s rough out there.”

“It is. Until it isn’t,” he said.

“You’re a hopeless romantic, aren’t you.”

“Guilty as charged.” He rubbed the back of his neck and his cheeks flushed for a brief moment.

“Women like hopeless romantics,” you said. “Just don’t get taken advantage of for that. There’s some not so nice women out there too.”

“Afraid I’ll fall for some ditz?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think you’d do that. But someone might hurt you and you’ve been through enough. Maybe just...don’t fall in love at first sight or something like that,” you said. “Alright?”

“Never was much good at that,” he said to himself while you grabbed your coffee mug. “You believe in that sort of thing?”

“I’d like to. But you’re more of the expert on falling in love than I am,” you said.

“Maybe it’s not first sight but within a few days, a week, yeah I knew I was in love,” he said.

“Well if that happens again let me know and I’ll make sure this chick is good for you,” you said.

“I didn’t know my nanny came with bodyguard services,” he chuckled.

“That was under special skills on my resume,” you said as you headed over to the door to the balcony. “You should wash up. Don’t want to be late.”

“No I better not be,” he said. He turned to head upstairs, pausing on the first step. “You know, no one’s an expert at falling in love. Even those of us who were once married.”

“Oh don’t be a hopeless romantic for me getting my shit together too. We’ll be here for years,” you laughed.

“Just sayin’...maybe we’ll both find somebody. Not that we need anyone to be happy but...you know what I mean,” he said.

“Men don’t really talk about love like that you know.”

“I do,” he said. You smiled and he returned it.

“That’s why all the good men get taken early, the ones that talk like that,” you said.

“I was older than you when I got married. Maybe I’ll get married again someday. We’re out there. I promise.”

“Go shower,” you said, waving him off. You slipped outside, closing the door behind you. You leaned over the railing with your mug and let out a sigh. “You have to a be a fucking hopeless romantic too don’t you. Fucking perfect at everything.”

You lowered your head and took a deep breath.

“It’s a crush, it’s a crush,” you said, closing your eyes. “Just a crush. He’s your boss and a widow and he bought a birthday cake for me.”

You opened your eyes and glanced into the mug, taking another deep breath.

“He’s just nice. That’s it. Even if he’s…” you trailed off. You took a long sip of the hot liquid, not caring you were burning your tongue. Jensen was simply a nice person and that was that. You had a crush on the attractive single dad you were nannying for. There was nothing wrong with that and you knew for a fact it’d be gone by the end of the week tops.

“Ow,” you groaned a few days later. You opened your eyes and heard a knock at the door to your suite. “Yeah?”

“You okay in there? I thought I heard a crash,” said Jensen.

“I’m fine,” you said, sitting up with a grunt, leaning back against your bed. “Shit.”

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?” he asked again.

“No,” you said with a sigh. “The door’s open.”

You peaked through your open door down the hall, Jensen opening the one to the suite and offering a friendly smile. You nodded and he walked inside, frowning at your cut up knee.

“I got blood on the rug,” you said. “Do we have bleach?”

“I thought we agreed earlier this week a rug is just a rug,” he said, squatting down and looking at your knee. He looked up and saw your overturned garbage can in your closet where you’d been trying to reorganize a few clothes. “Next time use the step stool in the garage?”

“Yeah,” you said, your face hot. “I’m fine really. Just want to clean up the blood before it sets in.”

“It’s a few drops,” he said, helping you stand with a wince. “You got any first aid stuff?”

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen crossing his arms. “No.”

“Come on,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders and walking you down the hall. “Scraped up knees are my specialty.”

“Jensen,” you said, stopping at the kitchenette island and bending your leg a few times.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. He left and you hopped over to the couch, stretching your leg out. The bleeding had stopped, just a thin cut on your knee cap where you’d hit it, but you knew you were in for a nasty bruise. He returned with a bottle and cotton ball in one hand, a bandage and ice pack in the other.

“Sorry,” you said, Jensen setting the items down on the coffee table.

“Why would you apologize for getting hurt?” he said.

“I should have my own first aid supplies,” you said.

“Ah. So you’re as stubborn as I am when you’re not feeling great,” he said. You looked down at your lap and took a deep breath.

“Am I fired?” you asked.

“No? Why the fuck would I fire you?” he said.

“I don’t know,” you said, picking up the bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“Have you been fired for getting hurt before?” he asked, watching you hold the cotton ball against the open bottle top and tip it over, soaking the liquid in. You pretended to not hear him and put the bottle back, wiping the ball over the cut, a deep red mark already on your skin. “Y/N.”

“Yes, I have,” you said. You set the ball on the table and picked up the bandage, trying to angle it over your knee. He rolled his eyes and took it out of your hand, bending down and turning it around, pressing it gently over your skin.

“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal,” he said as he looked up at you.

“Do I look like I have an HR department I can go to? They were dicks anyways,” you said.

“If you’re ever hurt, big or small, just tell me,” he said. He rested the ice pack over your knee and you sat back, throwing it up on the couch for you to lay there. “Promise I won’t fire you for it.”

“Well if I can’t do my job I’m not much use to you,” you said.

“Are all wealthy people assholes that act like that?” he asked. You shook your head and smiled. “Good.”

“I’ve nannied for eight different families, nine counting yours. Some were very good people,” you said.

“But you were just the help to them, even the good ones,” he said.

“I am the help. That’s the whole point of me being there,” you said.

“Do me a favor? Don’t assume just because you’re someone’s employee that they think of you as just the help,” he said, picking up the first aid supplies.

“Sorry.”

“Why do you apologize for…” he said, muttering to himself as you looked down. “If I ever make you feel like that, smack me in the head, alright?”

“Alright,” you said quietly. He nodded and left with the items, returning a moment later with some cleaning spray, ducking into your room for only a moment before exiting.

“It’s all clean,” he said. He lingered at the door and put a hand on it. “Leave that ice pack on for fifteen minutes and pop it back in the freezer. Put it back on for a bit before bed.”

“Thanks,” you said.

“It’s no problem,” he said. He still lingered and you took a deep breath.

“You should call someone, talk to them,” you said. He looked over his shoulder and you smiled. “You seem like you want to talk to somebody tonight is all.”

“I think I’m gonna go for a drive, maybe stop at a friend’s. The kids are all in bed,” he said. “If that’s cool.”

“Yeah go take a second for yourself,” you said. “I got everything here.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Jensen.”

One Week Later

“Y/N,” said Jensen as you washed your car in the driveway on a Saturday morning. You dropped the soapy sponge in the bucket and straightened yourself out. “Got plans today?”

“Uh, I was gonna run to the grocery store in a minute but other than that, no. Need me to watch the kids?”

“No. We were going out to lunch and then going to a little car show was all and we were wondering if you’d like to join us. Totally up to you. My treat.”

“You don’t want me to watch the kids?” you asked. He laughed and crossed his arms at you. “I’m confused.”

“Do you want to hang out with us today? For fun?” he asked.

“Oh,” you said. “That’s okay. You enjoy your time with the kids.”

“How do I make this clearer,” he said, walking over to you and looking down. “I want you to come with us, as a friend, to do something fun, like friends do. This is not work. Come if you want to.”

“You sure you want me to come?” you asked. He rolled his eyes and plopped his baseball cap on your head as he walked away.

“Yes. And wear sunscreen,” he said. “We’re leaving at eleven thirty.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll see you guys then.”

“There’s something about a burger that’s been cooked in a greasy pop up kitchen that just adds to the flavor,” you said as you took a bite of your cheese burger at the car show.

“It’s probably the grease,” he said, walking one hand on his burger, the other holding Arrow’s hand. She wiped her own little hand on his leg and he sighed as he looked down. “Arrow. I got napkins in my pocket.”

“Oh,” she said, wiping her face against him.

“No one mentions this part,” he chuckled. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulders once he was done with his food, humming as he pushed the stroller with a sleeping Zeppelin inside.

“Dad, I gotta go to the bathroom,” said JJ.

“I’ll take her and we can catch up with you guys?” you said. He mouthed a thank you to you as you headed over to the women’s room. You used the bathroom as well, finishing before her and waiting outside for her. “All set?”

“Yeah. Can we get fried dough?” she asked.

“Sure,” you said. You let her lead the way in line and got a plate for the two of you, taking a seat at a picnic table so she could dig in. “Taste yummy?”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “Dad likes fried dough a lot too.”

“Everybody does,” you said, taking a piece off the corner.

“Y/N, you don’t have a mom either right?” she said. “That’s what dad said.”

“Well that’s a funny question. I got a mom and so do you. They just aren’t around anymore is all,” you said. “What’s up?”

“I’m happy you stay with us I guess is all. I know you’re not mom and you work for dad but you kinda are and I like it when dad’s happy again,” she said.

“Me too. You doing okay, kiddo?” you asked. “It’s okay if you still miss your mom.”

“I do but I’m not sad anymore. Dad says when I get real old I can see her again so that’s cool,” she said, taking a big bite.

“It definitely is cool,” you said. “Maybe our mom’s are hanging out right now.”

“You think so?” she asked.

“Maybe. I bet they get up to some fun stuff up there,” you said.

“Me too,” she said. “Dad’s really happy you came with us. He’s been cranky lately.”

“Your dad’s gonna be just fine,” you said as she finished off her food. “So do you like having a nanny? I know that’s kinda new and funny, huh.”

“Yeah but I really like you being home. Dad gets flustered sometimes.”

“Flustered?” you asked with a little laugh.

“He works on a lot of stuff and he didn’t pick me up on time from school and stuff a few weeks ago. Too many chickens in a basket,” she said.

“Too many eggs in one basket,” you said.

“Isn’t an egg gonna be a chicken though?”

“I...never thought of it that way,” you said. You nearly jumped when you felt some hands on your shoulders but JJ was smiling as Arrow climbed up next to you.

“Ah. I see you ladies found the fried dough. Twins you want some?” asked Jensen.

“Yes please,” they said and he chuckled as he went off to buy some more.

“Look at her,” said Jensen twenty minutes later, pausing at a deep blue Impala, the twins both conked out in their stroller.

“Isn’t that the same car you have?” you asked, lifting up the brim of your baseball cap to get a better look.

“Mine’s a 67. That’s a 63. I love that color though,” he said. “Blue’s my favorite but it looks good on that car.”

“I think it looks good in black,” you said, walking again when you saw JJ a few cars ahead of the two of you. “Where’d you get your car?”

“Work,” he said with a quick smile, hiding behind his sunglasses and hat.

“Aren’t you an actor?” you asked.

“You have very obviously never seen an episode of my show,” he chuckled. “Which is totally cool by the way. I drove that car in the show for well over a decade. She’s one of my true loves.”

“Ah, gotcha,” you said. “So you’re a car guy.”

“Kinda. I don’t know everything but I enjoy them. What about you, you like-JJ! Stay closer,” he called out when she kept walking ahead. “So do you like cars?”

“I guess so. This is kinda neat, walking around and looking at the old ones. They had more style back then,” you said, walking past a pair of guys your age, one of them looking you up and down as you went by. “Did that guy-”

“Yup,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder, throwing his arm over yours for a few moments. “Looks like he got the message.”

“Jensen,” you laughed. “I wasn’t offended. It’s not like he was gonna come up and ask for my number.”

“I don’t like the look of him,” he said.

“Neither did I,” you chuckled, Jensen dropping his arm from around you. “You’re that guy friend girls have that will do shit like pretend to be a boyfriend and all that stuff, aren’t you.”

“At your service,” he said with a mini curtesy. You giggled and he straightened up, JJ rushing over.

“Dad can I get an ice cream?” she asked.

“How about some apple slices,” he said, reaching under the stroller and grabbing a cooler. He pulled out a little baggie and handed it to her, JJ shrugging and walking ahead of the stroller again. “Shit, that probably means I can’t get ice cream now too.”

“We can always get some on the way home for later,” you said. “I won’t tell on you.”

“I’m putting this on your performance review,” he said. You shot him a side glance and he smirked. “I’m joking. I don’t want to do that as much as you don’t.”

“Thank you for that,” you said, stopping and looking at a red challenger for a moment.

“You like that one?” he asked.

“It’s nice,” you said before you started walking again. You fixed your hat and caught back up with him, Jensen slowing down as JJ took her time ahead of you. “So I should probably know this but what show were you in where you were driving around a muscle car?”

“You really haven’t looked me up online yet?” he chuckled. You shrugged and he laughed to himself.

“I may have peeked at your IMDB page but that was it. Was it that show you were on a long time? Super something?”

“Supernatural,” he said, a big smile on his face. “Yeah, I drove it for that.”

“Oh yeah, that was the really scary show, wasn’t it,” you said.

“You’re too sweet,” he said, chuckling to himself. “It’s not that scary. I promise. Give it a try sometime. You might like it.”

“I’m sure someday I will. If I’m brave enough.”

“I think you are,” he said, JJ running up ahead again before he called for her to hang back. He sighed and threw his head back. “It never ends, does it?”

“I’m sure someday when she’s older you won’t have to worry so much.”

“I’m gonna worry about that kid when she’s forty years old,” he said.

“That’s cause you’re a good dad,” you said.

“You haven’t known me that long,” he said.

“Do you love her? Worry about her?” you asked and he nodded. “Well any dad that does that and tells his kid that someday they’ll get to see their mom again to help her grieve when he well and truly doesn’t know the answer to that...you get the picture Ackles?”

“I could be better,” he said.

“Everyone could be better. They don’t need the best dad ever. They just need the best dad for them and you seem like you’re doing a good job of that from what I’ve seen so far,” you said. “You’re gonna screw up but so does everyone. Try to just enjoy it and not be too hard on yourself.”

“You’ve spent a lot of time with kids haven’t you,” he said.

“I’ve been in the mom role more than once as a nanny,” you said. You kicked at the dirt and shrugged. “It’s how I know the difference Jensen. You don’t need me or want me to be their mother. You just need help sometimes. That’s an important difference. Asking for help, especially when you don’t want it but need it, that’s a good dad move.”

He was quiet as he walked, stopping at a yellow mustang. He stared for a moment and swallowed.

“Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot. Really.”

“Come on dad,” you said, walking away and up towards where JJ was. “Let’s go see if we can find one this one’s gonna be asking for on her sixteenth birthday.”

“Those three are finally down and out for the count,” said Jensen as he walked downstairs to catch you in the kitchen wiping up the pan from dinner. “Thanks for eating with us tonight.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” you said, putting the pan away. He looked out the back window and bit his bottom lip. “Everything alright?”

“You’re not like, hanging out with us cause you think you have to right?” he asked.

“Trust me. If I didn’t want to, I’d be down in my room,” you said. “Besides, I’ve thought about it and you know what, why don’t you set me up with that friend of yours.”

“Really?” he asked, a little alarmed.

“Why not? The age thing doesn’t bother me at all. Unless you think it’d be a problem for him?”

“No, he doesn’t really care about that sort of thing. I think he’d prefer it’s just someone he clicked with, had a connection, you know?” he said.

“Perfect. Why don’t you set us up for next Saturday night then?” you asked.

“I need you to watch the kids next Saturday night. I have-”

“The gala. Sorry, I forgot. Um, just, I’m free whenever. You know my schedule so you can set something up and just let me know?” you said. He smiled and nodded. As you were starting to leave he grunted. “Yeah?”

“I have some friends coming over for a drink in a bit. Small backyard fire. Whiskey and smores. You’re welcome to join.”

“Jensen. You’re not asking because you feel like you have to right?”

“No, not at all. I like hanging out with you. I’m sure whatever you’re binging on TV will be there if we bore you too much,” he said.

“Alright. I’ll be out in half an hour or so. Just wanted to freshen up from the show earlier,” you said. You ducked back to your room, taking a quick shower and changing into some leggings and a flannel. By the time you were out you could hear a slight mumbling and walked downstairs, catching Jensen with some guys on the patio pouring some drinks.

“Hey,” said Jensen when you stepped out of the slider door. “Guys this is Y/N.”

“Ah we get to meet the world’s best nanny,” said the tallest one. “I’m Jared.”

“Rich.”

“Rob.”

“Hi!” said a redhead that slipped out of the door behind you. “I’m Ruth.”

“Y/N. Your hair is kinda amazing by the way,” you said.

“This is what happens when you invite the girls,” said Rich.

“Normally we just talk about Jared’s hair,” chuckled Jensen. You grabbed a chair and helped gather up some snacks to bring over to his firepit, Ruth hanging back to help you.

“Jensen said you live here with him and the munchkins?”

“Yeah. He works so much it makes things easier on him. Are you an actress?” you asked.

“We all are. Only Jared lives close by. The rest of us haven’t been down here since…” she said and you nodded. “I really am happy you’re here. It’s nice to see a smile on our boys face again.”

“He’s a great boss. He’s very kind. We’re becoming friends,” you said. “He’s trying to set me up with his friend actually.”

“Oh which one?”

“Dunno. He just said he’s 42, an actor and is single. Age stuff doesn’t bother me.”

“Rob is a bit older than myself. It really doesn’t matter in the slightest, especially when you’re a little older,” she said. “Jensen says you’re great with the kids.”

“They’re pretty easy going. Normally the parents are the hard part of my job but he’s been great. He really loves his kids,” you said.

“Yes he certainly does,” she said.

By the end of the night you found yourself really enjoying Jensen’s friends. It was clear they cared for him at more than a surface level, especially Jared. You’d heard Jensen speak to him on the phone a few times and call him his brother but it really was apparent they had a special bond that went beyond a typical friendship.

“I’ll catch you guys for brunch before you head home,” said Jensen, waving night to them all as you helped pick up. You were just about finished and heading back for your room when Jensen caught you in the kitchen. “You have fun tonight?”

“Yeah. Your friends are great,” you said, a small pair of footsteps coming down the stairs. You both turned and saw Zeppelin there with tears in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, honey?” asked Jensen as he walked over and squatted down.

“I had a bad dream and I want mommy but she’s gone,” he whined. Jensen instantly scooped him up and held onto him tight, kissing his head. “I want mommy.”

“I want mommy too, baby,” said Jensen quietly. You mouthed go and he nodded, taking Zeppelin upstairs while you finished cleaning up.

You got up early the next morning and made a big batch of chocolate chip pancakes, plenty leftover for breakfast the next morning. Jensen padded over from the hall where you knew the home gym was, sweaty and tired but a smile came onto his face when he saw you.

“What’s all this,” he asked, getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Chocolate chip pancakes make everything better,” you said. He put a few on a plate for himself and sat down at the counter as you made up some more, stealing a few for yourself.

“These are delicious,” he said. You stored away some for when the kids got up, making up your own plate before you dug in. “Sorry about last night. I feel like I ruined the fun.”

“Not at all. He’s a toddler. I literally can’t imagine being in your position. I’d have fallen apart instantly,” you said.

“No you wouldn’t. You care about those kids,” he said. “You push on for them.”

“I know it’s not really my place to say so but-”

“Y/N. I’d prefer if you just talk to me like a friend, really,” he said.

“You made it sound like you were ready to try dating again. Last night you seemed kind of...maybe not so ready.”

“I’m ready. I will always miss her. I’ll always love her. But that doesn’t mean I can’t love anyone else ever again like that too, you know? I don’t believe there is a limit on how much love a person can give,” he said.

“Your wife was a very lucky woman,” you said.

“I was lucky. She was patient with me,” he chuckled. “You guys would have gotten along really well.”

“Can I offer a bit of advice?” you asked.

“What’s that?”

“Keep telling your kids about her, all throughout their lives. They’ll still get to know her that way, you know?” you said. “Tell your future girlfriend too. That’s how you’ll know if they’re a good one for you.”

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“You’re a kind soul. I would expect your partner would be as well,” you said.

“I hope so. Mine kinda has a permanent handle with care warning label on it,” he chuckled.

“I don’t think so. Just need somebody that understands, not try to fix you. There’s nothing wrong with you in the first place,” you said, taking a bite of your pancake.

“Thanks, kiddo,” he said.

“You’re not that much older, bucko,” you chuckled.

“Nah, I’m keeping kiddo,” he laughed. “You good to watch the kids for a few hours around eleven?”

“Sounds good. Go have a mimosa with your friends for me,” you said.

“Will do, Y/N. Will do.”

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