#that would suck UHHGGG

[wonderful-magician]

Who pushed him over and why? Wrong answers only lmao

Wowo magician can draw more than just people standing in the void?? Damn..

[soaringeag1e]

I'm halfway through part 4 of Escape and I have to call this before I reach the end of the chapter, but I feel like Y/N might be the one Sam set Dean up with and gosh... It would be terrible if that was the night she went missing. Uhhggg.

Interesting....and that would suck. That would definitely make Dean feel crazy guilty, right?

I love hearing all these theories and guesses, makes me smile. 

And thanks for all your other comments, love! Making my day! 

[percywinchester27]

The surprise

Word count: 1600-ish

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Fluff! :)

A/N: This is for my Darling friend Kari’s ( AKA @thing-you-do-with-that-thing) birthday! Despite what you say, you ARE an older sis to me, and I love you more than I can put into words. Thank you for adopting me and for sticking by me in my thick and thin. I hope you like this ;) 

beta’d by the super sweet and talented @deanssweetheart23. Thank you so much babe! I owe you one!

"So where are we going?" You asked, tugging at the blindfold. Sure, you loved birthday surprises, but the guy in the driver's seat had been taking it to the other freaking end. He had been at it for days now.

Jensen would turn up late for dates, wouldn't stay over anymore, and every time you asked him, he'd sweat bullets and change the topic. If you didn't know your boyfriend better, you'd have jumped to the worse conclusions. You would have assumed the very worst and started panicking about it. But you knew Jensen. He was as big a dork as you when it came to little things, but if it was something serious, he was enough of a gentleman to come clean about it.

So you turned to the next best option available, and ended up at Jared's house at an ungodly hour. This was easier than worrying about what was wrong with Jensen. Jared's annoyed expression immediately softened when he saw you at the door, before turning into a worried one.

"Y/N?" He rubbed at his eyes, 'What's wrong?"

"I need you to tell me what's wrong with Jensen," you asked, point blank.

"What's wrong with him?" He was looking more and more confused by the minute. Which would have been adorable if you hadn't been hyperventilating with worry.

"Something is," you threw your hands up in the air, barging into the living room. "I know there is something wrong with the guy because he is avoiding me like the fucking plague. He's never home anymore. Doesn't even stay back to walk Santo these days. And he loves doing that. So don't you tell me there is nothing wrong with him!"

You watched as obvious understanding dawned on Jared's face, before he ran a hand through his hair, looking equal parts guilty and nervous.

"I know you know something, you giant moose," you narrowed your eyes at him, wiggling a finger. "You better tell me what it is."

Jared shifted his weight from one leg to another. He knew you were stubborn to the last cell of your body. One way or another, you would find out.

He sighed. "I swear to God Y/N, if you breathe a word about this to him…"

"Just spit it out already!" You all but yelled.

"Fine," he gave in. You had never seen him look guiltier, and this was including the time he had decided that it was funny to let the air out of your tires, making you late for work. "He is planning a birthday surprise for you."

"Oh…" It was all you could say. You had been so worried about something being so inexcusably wrong with him, that the thought of a birthday present for you hadn't even crossed your mind.

"He is planning a birthday present for me, by ignoring me?" You thought out loud, tilting your head to a side.

"These things take time, Y/N," Jared said sagely, and you narrowed your eyes at him again.

"What do you mean by these things?"

"Nothing! I already told you enough to land me in lifetime's worth of trouble. I'm not saying another word," he said, shaking his head.

He promptly banished you from his house after that, muttering about lifetime of trust issues, broken bro code and such.

That had been two weeks ago, and even though patience was not exactly your best quality, you decided to take things at Jensen's pace and be nice about it.

However, you still loved making Jensen uncomfortable once in a while as you fake whined about how little time he was spending with you. Now that you knew there was nothing to worry about, it was almost easier to watch him go, when he untangled himself out of your arms on Saturday nights. Almost.

"Are we there yet?" You whined from the passenger's seat. You had been counting the time. It hadn't been more than half an hour. After a while even the turns he had been taking became harder to remember. Left, right, left, left again…left… or was it right? Uhhggg…Where was he taking you?

You would be lying if you said that you hadn't been giving "the surprise" any thought. In fact, on lonely nights, it was all you could think about. What was this present that was keeping him away from you? Was he taking you out to a lunch? Was he planning the perfect date? The poor guy barely got weekends off from all the flying and hectic shooting schedules. You hated to think that he was putting unnecessary efforts into the gift and tiring himself.

"Almost there," he said lightly, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

"You're such a tease," you giggled.

"Yeah, you love it," he told you.

"Not so much right now."

The car slowed down and gradually came to a halt.

"We're here," he announced.

"Fucking finally," you muttered, as he helped you out of the passenger seat, gently guiding you over what felt like smooth asphalt.

You tried to tap at the floor with your foot to try and gauge where you were, but you gave it up in no time, because you could barely think of anything that wasn't Jensen the moment his hands touched your bare shoulder. A tingle went up your spine. You shook your head at the effect the man had on you.

He guided you up a couple of steps and you couldn't help but tug at the blindfold.

"Hey, you can't remove it yet," Jensen chided you. "Only a couple of minutes now.”

"Okay," you acquiesced, drawing both your hands behind your back, playing the good girl. It earned you a chuckle from Jensen. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

You heard him fumble with keys, and then a lock click.

"Where are we?" You couldn't help but ask. He only chuckled in response, drawing you closer, as he closed the door behind the two of you.

God you wanted to jump his bones right then and there as the door hit the frame and the lock clicked. But there was no telling whether or not you were alone, so you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and behaved yourself. Jensen led you through seemingly familiar turns  inside the space until you were treading another set of stairs, but this time you were stepping down, into cool grass.

You could feel Jensen's plump lips against your forehead as he kissed you chastely.

"I'm gonna open the blindfolds now," he murmured against your skin. You knew him well enough to sense the nervousness in his voice.

His hands fumbled a little as he undid the knot, and you opened your eyes. It wasn't what you had expected, yet your heart took off at a sprint.

You were standing in the backyard of Jensen's water facing property. At first you didn't realise what was different, and then you saw it.

It was a kennel. Small and very woodsy. It wasn't very decorative, but it was neat and well made. What made it special was that it was the exact color of your house. The roof had shingles of the exact shade of brown and the wooden walls were painted the same pastel hue. That and the fact that the small board above it read "Santo."

Your eyes immediately filled up as you grasped the meaning behind his gesture, and you turned back to see him staring at your nervously, his hands scratching the back of his neck.

"It's very small, and I really didn't know what I was doing at first, but I think it's come out okay. The backside is a little dented because Jared sat on it at some point and we didn't have time to get more planks. And I know Santo doesn't sleep outside, he sleeps on the bed with you, but I just thought it would be nice to…"

You cut his nervous rambling off as you captured his lips in yours, conveying your obvious answer. You could feel him loosening into your touch, as all the tension left his body. His arms enveloped around you, and he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. When you finally broke off, the two of you were out of breath.

"It's beautiful," you told him. "But you didn't have to do all that to ask me to move in with you, dumbass!"

"Who told you I was asking you to move in?" He winked, leaning in for another kiss. "I only want Santo."

You giggled at that, hitting him playfully in the chest. "You idiot!"

He pulled you against his chest, and you sighed contentedly. "I love you, Y/N. I know it's only been a couple of months, but it's stupid to wait when you know you've found the perfect person. Happy birthday, Y/N/N."

You knew you didn't have to say it back to him, because he understood. So you only burrowed deeper in his hold, tightening your arms around him. The thought of waking up to him every morning and sharing your life with him was so overwhelming that you weren't sure you could manage to speak without your voice breaking just yet.

But Jensen understood, you knew he did.

All you wanted to do was pull him back into the house and drag him into the bed with you. Which was exactly what you did. Santo could manage to stay out of the bed for one night ;)

This is my first time writing RPF out of blurbs. PLEASE tell me if I sucked?

Tagging the Jensen tag team that never expected to be tagged (Surprise bitches!):

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Taking the liberty to tag @mysupernaturalfics cause why not :P

[dawnie1988]

' He wants to frame you so you would be the one who killed her.” '

Uhhggg!

Such relief that they're both ok! Well, physically anyways. It does suck to see Reader's mental state crumbling so badly, not that anyone could blame her. Even if she has had a lot of crying spells already, and even with the panic attack after the first shootout, this is the first she's full on let the weight of it all wash over her and pour out. Can't imagine how suffercating it all would be. But comforting Dean always makes everything better 💗

Cross My Heart - CH.14

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x Reader; Chuck Shurley x Reader

Summary: After opening up a letter, the life as she knows it, changes forever. Her husband hires Dean Winchester to protect her but is Dean really who he said he was? And is her husband really worried about her safety?

Warnings: Flangst, NSFW

WC: 2130

SERIES MASTERLIST

Y/N stands there, her eyes are closed, tears running down her cheeks as she waits for a bullet to hit her and end her life. Her ears are ringing from the gunfire, she doesn’t hear a thing.

She waits.

And waits.

She has heard people say that before someone dies, they see their whole life pass in front of their eyes in a string of images. She doesn’t see a damn thing. But if she would, she knows that she would have hated every second of it. She’s angry that Chuck turned against her. Angry that he wants her dead. She once trusted him, shared a bed with him, fucking married him. But did she love him? 

No, she thinks, it was never love. 

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