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impostoradult · 4 years ago

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I finally figured out why it feels like Supernatural murdered a unicorn (AKA why you need to STOP telling me to watch Black Sails)

I’ll start by saying, everything everyone else has been saying CERTAINLY bothers me:

- the queer-baiting - the bury your queers - the undermining of Dean’s character arc - the wasted opportunity for a certain kind of overall narrative closure - the flat out disrespect to Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles

All of that bothers me tremendously.

But there has been something else rather ineffable about this that has left a horrible taste in my mouth that I couldn’t quite pin down until last night. Bear with me, if you will, because this will require some set-up.

*** This is not the first show to ever disappoint me in a spectacular fashion, nor will it be the last, I suspect. And one of the ways I’ve always coped with that disappointment was to remind myself that there will be other stories, other characters, other chances to get it right. (”It” being any number of things from just pure narrative emotional coherence to not burying your queers to not stringing along your queer audience and then yelling fuck you to them on the way out)

But somehow that assurance -- that there will be other stories, other characters, other chances to get it right -- has rung particularly hollow in this instance, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why until yesterday.

I kept asking myself, why do I still have this feeling, deep in the pit of my stomach, like something was lost here that can never be recovered?

Because something was lost here that I am doubtful can ever be recovered, and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else talking about this aspect of it at all.

***

A few months ago, TV critic Maureen Ryan did a great interview piece with Mike Schur (of Parks & Rec/The Good Place) discussing the death of long-form TV in the streaming era. They explore how the longer seasons and longer runs of traditional broadcast/cable TV provided an opportunity to tell particular kinds of stories that you simply can’t when seasons are 8-10 episodes and series typically run 2-4 seasons (thanks Netflix).

One key thing we’ve all lost in this new era of highly condensed TV storytelling (and of prestige TV narrative styles)? The traditional (several season’s long) slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance. Not only is there simply no longer the time or space to write such romances, it has also come to be seen as hacky, manipulative, cheap, artistically impoverished, low-brow, a embarrassing vestige of the era before TV became art™.

Everybody is trying to be Fleabag now. No one wants to be Frasier. (”It’s really more like a 10 hour movie” they all like to brag)

Obviously TV still has romances, even ‘drawn out’ romances. But ‘drawn out’ in 2020 is like 2-3 seasons, maybe. More commonly it’s like half a season. Take Schitt’s Creek. The number of episodes between when David and Patrick first meet and when they first kiss? Seven. Seven episodes. Half a season. If you watched it live, it took less than 2 months for them to move from introducing that dynamic to consummating it. And I’m not bagging on Schitt’s Creek; I think the David/Patrick’s story is very lovely and well-written.

But Niles & Daphne (Fraiser) had to wait 7 years and over 150 episodes before they finally got there. Josh & Donna (The West Wing) had to wait 6+ years, and 145 episodes. Mulder & Scully (The X-Files) had to wait 7 seasons and 143 episodes. Booth & Bones had to wait...you see where I am going with this.

And my point is (and I can’t believe I never realized this explicitly until now): there has NEVER been a queer slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance of that type on TV ever. EVER.

I’m going to say that again, because I think it bares repeating:

There has never been a queer, slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance that fits the 100-150 episode paradigm of delayed gratification on TV.

Not ever.

I can’t think of ONE example Not a single, solitary one. And I know queer TV pretty well. Arguably the closest we’ve ever come is Legend of Korra, and that ran 50 episodes, a THIRD of the length of old school will-they-won’t-theys like Booth & Bones or Josh & Donna.

Queer people have had a fair number of canonical romances on TV by now, even fairly long running ones. But we never got a primary/front-and-center romance that you had to root for for 100+ episodes before you got any kind of canonical consummation.

That is a particular kind of TV experience that queer people and queer characters were just 100% shut out of until it was too late. And because of how the TV landscape has changed in the last 10 years, I don’t know that that opportunity will ever come back around in our lifetimes.

***

Dean and Castiel are/were a legacy of an earlier era of TV, an era that still contained the possibility for a will-they-won’t-they of that particular mold. There were other shows that could have also filled this gap at one time - Rizzoli & Isles, OUAT, House MD, etc. But one by one all of them were killed off, their queer romances unrequited, until Supernatural was the only one of its’ generation left standing.

And they should have acknowledged that they were a species about to become extinct.

There are plenty of other valid and compelling reasons Supernatural should have gone full Destiel, don’t get me wrong.

A) It would have been the most emotionally satisfying ending to the series and to those characters (and that would have been reason enough).

B) It would have stopped the manipulative queer-baiting of the (disproportionately queer) fanbase (and that would have been reason enough).

C) It would have been queer representation of middle-aged men, of bi men, of queers who came to their queerness later in life (and any/all of those would have been reason enough).

D) It could have been a glorious subversion of the bury your queers trope, considering how often they’ve died and been resurrected (and that would have been reason enough).

But point E) on this list is the reason this one hurts in a singular way that no one even appears to be acknowledging.

Almost all of the other wrongs and missed opportunities contained in this Supernatural debacle have the possibility of being rectified (at least to a degree) elsewhere. I can and I likely will get more bi male characters from TV as time goes on. I can and likely will get more middle-aged queer characters. I can and likely will get more queer characters coming to their queerness later in life, and starting queer romances later in life. I can and likely will get more queer characters who aren’t killed cheaply and prematurely. I can and likely will get more genre TV shows with sprawling myth arc plots that are resolved in a coherent, satisfying way. I can and likely will get Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles involved in other projects that value their work and their talents.

All of those other things are at the very least POSSIBLE, and many are even likely.

But a queer 100-150 episode slow-burn romance a la Mulder & Scully or Niles & Daphne or Booth & Bones? That is the one baton Supernatural dropped spectacularly that no one else even has the possibility of picking up again for the foreseeable future. (They don’t even write those types of romances for heterosexuals anymore!)

Seriously. It was a TV unicorn. And rather than letting it run wild and free, they stabbed it with a rusty nail.

***

Given the monumental shifts in the TV landscape that have occurred in the last decade, I don’t know that TV will ever go back to the slow-burn/will-they-won’t-they romance spanning 100-150 episodes. Today it is a miracle if you can get ANY show to last longer than 50 episodes in the first place.

And that is the piece of this that makes it feel (to me) like they murdered a unicorn.

Because queer people have gotten a lot of things from TV, and they will get a lot more as time goes on. But that one? That one could very well be a totally extinct species.

That is the larger missed opportunity here that has left this feeling especially hollow and destructive. That is the thing that makes me balk when people tell me to go watch Black Sails or Pose or whatever other prestige TV show is doing this representation ‘better.’ Because that’s not really the loss I am mourning here. I KNOW there is ‘better’ representation elsewhere.

But the will-they-won’t-they/slow-burn romance is a qualitatively unique thing that queer people literally just never got. Ever. There is no substitute, no alternate, no other show I can turn to with that kind of build-up and pay-off for a queer couple, and there probably won’t be in my lifetime. Not unless the TV industry undergoes another monumental evolution similar to the streaming revolution that shifts the incentives back to telling those types of stories again.

All those shows you want me to displace Supernatural with? None of them can give me the one thing I uniquely wanted (and could have gotten) from Supernatural. THAT ALTERNATE SHOW DOESN’T EXIST. It doesn’t exist. And I have no reason to hope it will ever exist in my lifetime.

So stop telling me to look somewhere else; you don’t understand what made this one a unicorn.

***

Addendum: The only other possible show that could perhaps fill this gap is It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia (re: Mac/Dennis). But I’m hesitant to say it exactly meets that criteria, for a number of reasons:

1 - It’s far less serialized relative to Supernatural and (except for a handful of stand-alone episodes) very little of the story is grounded specifically in Dennis/Mac’s romantic dynamic (unlike SPN, where it is absolutely central to much of the narrative)

2 - IASIP is fundamentally satirically in nature/tone which makes it much harder to have genuine romantic pathos (not impossible, but harder)

3 - All the characters on IASIP are fundamentally crummy people who you aren’t exactly supposed to root for. Which doesn’t mean a romance between two of them can’t have its value/charm/worth but it’s not the same as when it is between characters who unequivocally deserve nice things/happy endings

#Supernatural #Destiel #queer representation #sorry this is long

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hintsofhoney · 3 years ago

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ok that op request is really gross... if a lot of people ask for ops like that, it absolutely explains most of the stupid "proof" rpsers use for their ships. these people are not your fucking playthings

ah my first hateful anon😍

hi hello. 1) misha literally said the day before at his panel that he’d kiss Jensen on the mouth for an op. had he not said anything like that I would have never asked for something like that. and I specifically phrased it that way when I wrote it on my lil diagram “or if you’ll actually kiss Jensen like you said you would then do that”

2) I’m not sure they even had a chance to read it. The con worker never actually handed it to them, they were just craning their necks trying to read it and when they quickly glanced over it they smirked at each other (not a “oh god not this again” smirk, but a “haha fuck yeah” smirk). not once did they show an ounce of discomfort

3) between photo ops those two always had to be touching one another I s2g

4) there is literally way more proof outside of ops that shippers use. photo op proof is the weakest form of proof obv cause misha and Jensen will do whatever you ask (which they both said in both their panels btw) and so yeah, you can pose them pretty much however (and creation does ask for your pose before hand and they will determine whether it’s appropriate or not!). i don’t think cockles is real cause of photo op pics. i think it’s real cause of things they’ve said and the way they act around one another. if you don’t see it, totally cool! if you don’t ship anything, I don’t care! literally to each their own! but to say that my request was “gross” when 1) in no way was serious and 2) something that came out of Misha’s mouth the literal day before really just looks like you were searching for a way to hate on a cockles shipper because you don’t agree with the ship. they were laughing at the prop I brought and were all having a good time in my op, and I’ve seen other people ask for far more inappropriate things for cockles, for J2, etc. I would never ask them anything that I think would make them uncomfortable, and considering misha joked about it the literal day before, I think you vastly underestimate the comfortability that this cast has with one another. anyways. have the day you deserve nonnie 🫂

#anon ask #cockles

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dreadpoetssociety · 4 years ago

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Fevers Don’t Exist

TW: Fever ? (I’m not sure what counts for triggers so pls lmk if I miss anything)

Prompt: hi!! could u do one maybe where like, the reader is an actress on supernatural and she plays like their younger sister on the show or something and she gets sick at a con or something? Thanks !!

NOTE: Hey guys, I’m alive!!!! I know I have a lot of Spencer prompts atm, but it’s really hard to write them when I’m not like, hyper focused on Criminal Minds. I am going to try though! So sorry I’ve left so many of you in the wind, I am a very inconsistent person, my bad. But here’s this! It’s REALLY bad because I’m terrible at being realistic but like idk it’s something.

I really don’t even know what to put for tags on this.

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Ah, September. You knew what came along every September, and looked forward to it for the first eight months of every year. Secaucus, New Jersey. You loved every con you went to, truly. Everyone was so nice, you love staying in hotels, panels are such a great time, the whole thing. It's a great experience outside of the set to get connected with fans. And, they loved you almost as much as you loved them. You were typically closer in age, since you were still just a teenager. You also started out as a fan of the show before somehow snatching a role, so you really were with them at one point. Everything that excites them excited you just as much. And, you loved making friends with them. You weren't allowed to be reckless with your phone number, so you made a snapchat that you shared exclusively with con goers, whom you made swear to secrecy. It was like a club, and you just enjoyed genuinely talking to everyone. But, when you woke up that first morning, you knew it was going to be a long day. Your body ached, and you were still pretty exhausted. You had a fever, but didn't really know if it was a fever because you were still young, and God forbid you ever decided to recognize the signs of you being sick. It was almost like a form of denial, not knowing. You were sweating, but freezing, and your throat felt particularly dry. Your headache rested underneath your eyes for the most part, to which you just blamed on being tired. Your stomach didn't hurt, but you definitely weren't hungry. Even though you hadn't felt exactly 100% the past days before, and you obviously weren't feeling right now, you just deduced that it was all because you were tired, and had a late flight in. As a responsible person does, of course. You didn't even bother taking any medicine for it, because hey, you obviously weren't sick, you'd feel better in a bit, and you didn't have any, so why waste the time, right?

You groggily got dressed and met up with "the boys" (even though they were all older than you) for the free breakfast downstairs, in a separate room, since fans did happen to stay in the same hotel. You grabbed some Cheerios, only to conspicuously throw them away after.

"You good, Y/N?" Jared asked out loud, gaining the attention of Jensen, Misha, and Alex. You could feel their eyes burning through your skin. Or, maybe that was the fever. It had to be their eyes, you convinced yourself, you didn't have a fever. You were fine.

"Yeah, why?" you asked, faking the perk in your voice and confused eyes. Your eyes felt really heavy, you noticed.

"You just... You look exhausted. And pale." he said, "And you threw away that cereal without eating any of it."

You looked down at yourself as an effect for what you were about to say, "Wow, well that's one way to make me self-conscious. I thought I looked kind of poppin'." you laughed slightly, trying to play it off.

"W-wait, no that's- that's not what I meant! You look fine, I just-" he was embarrassed. You and the others chuckled.

"I'm kidding. I'm all good, just went to bed late, y'know?" you smiled. It was hard to try and mask the rasp in your voice, and doing so made you feel the need to cough, so you downed some water until it dialed down a bit. He nodded. In your mind, you blessed your acting skills, thinking you got away with it. What you didn't know was that Misha, Jensen, and Jared, as fathers do, knew every trick in the book, and each noted to keep an eye on you. Not to mention, they'd been acting far longer than you had, and could just tell when one switches into a character. They all figured that if you weren't sick now, you would be in days to come, and exchanged glances with each other, while Alex innocently continued to chew on his toast.

"Well, if you're tired, I don't think you have a panel or anything for another hour or something, maybe you could catch up on some sleep then." Jared suggested. You shrugged.

"Nah," you said, "I've got photo-ops in like, twenty minutes. I should actually probably get going. I'll catch up later!"

You left with a wave, and disappeared into the hotel somewhere. You stopped in your room, allowing yourself finally to set free the coughs living in the back of your throat. You blamed it on your throat being dry since you didn't drink enough water. Not on germs. So, you grabbed two water bottles from the small fridge in your room, and left, making your way towards the convention center.

You felt slightly better during photo-ops, which just confirmed in your mind that it was impossible that you were sick right now. You smiled and talked to everyone. There was one girl, who introduced herself as Meredith, who stuck out in your mind. She gave you this super cool hand painted keychain, which you very excitedly put on your keys instantly.

"Dude, I've been looking for a cool keychain. Not just one of those janky ones you find at like 7-11, like a cool one. This is so exciting." you smiled genuinely. You had just recently bought yourself a car, and thought that your keys looked a little lonely, and searched for hours on Etsy for something to spice it up a bit. A weird obsession, thinking about it now.

She laughed, "I'm glad you like it!"

"Hell, yeah! Now, are there any poses you wanna do? Or do you just want to hit that casual look? I could make it look like I'm meeting you." you stupidly rambled. One of your traits that was so widely known was how funny and awkward (in a good way) that you were. It took you a long time to get to that point, though, because you were always anxious about meeting others. You still are every now and then, but it's different here.

"I was just hoping to get a hug." she said, "If that's okay with you."

"Yeah, that's cool!" you wrapped your arms around each other and shot the camera a grin. The girl looked a bit confused.

"Hey," she said, quietly, "are you like, okay? You feel really hot."

Nervously, you replied, "Oh, no, yeah totally fine. I'm just wearing two layers, and it's getting spicy in here."

"Yeah," she answered, "don't push yourself, okay?"

"I won't, thank you. It was really nice meeting you!"

"You, too! Thanks!" she waved goodbye and you moved on to the last few people in line. She was right, though. You realized that you felt worse than you did when you walked in. You thought it had gone away for a while, but now it was just amplified. You noticed you were cold again, but that you were sweating as well. It must've just been the temperature in the room. These conventions aren't always able to keep a steady temp in the entire building, right?

This day, you didn't have much to do. Most of your events were on the other days to come. You had one panel in a few hours, and then a panel with Jared, Jensen, and Misha a few hours after that, and then bam, the day was over. You just had to get through those two events. Just two.

Two, events. And both were an hour. So, two hours out of the day. Rookie work. Yet, as your panel approached, the headache had expanded from under your eyes to anywhere that there was space to hurt, your throat ached and so did your lungs from how much you were going off somewhere to cough in privacy, your body felt heavy, you couldn't tell if you were hot or cold at this point it was some weird combination of both, your stomach hurt just slightly, the world was moving around you a bit more than it usually would, and the fever you "didn't" have had climbed a degree, probably two. And, at some point during the day, you got pretty congested. You felt like you could just fall asleep at any moment. Jared and Jensen happened to be walking by where you had been waiting by yourself, away from any congoers or employees, and noticed that even though you were leaning against a wall, you somehow were still swaying.

"Y/N?" Jensen called out, worried. You heard him, you knew you were supposed to respond, but didn't know how. Maybe you did have a fever, and maybe you sort of let it out of control. It was like you were comprehending them, but not at the same time. You heard everything, but it just swept right through your feverish mind. The walked in front of you and examined you within seconds. You felt Jared's cold, really abnormally large man hand sweep your hair back and land on your forehead.

"J, she's burning up." you felt another hand on your face. You, quite exhaustedly, swatted it away. They couldn't figure out how it'd gotten so bad so quickly. You were sick this morning, but not to this degree. They knew then that you had just shrugged it off all day, and your teenage fever brain probably didn't even think to take any kind of medicine or anything for it, even if you were trying to hide it.

"I'm good. Just tired. Fevers don’t exist." you finally mumbled, taking a few deep breathes, which you hadn't really been able to do in a bit without being rudely interrupted by a bone-shaking cough. It felt nice, almost. The boys sighed at you and shook their heads.

"Y/N, you should go back to your room and get some rest. We can bring you some stuff that'll help." Jared suggested. You shook your head and opened your eyes, which somehow felt even heavier.

"Nah," you said to them, "I've got a panel, I think, in like, I ‘dunno, some minutes or something. Something I-" you pushed yourself off the wall to try and make your way somewhere, but stumbled a step or two, which result in Jensen and Jared instinctively to grab you in order to keep you steady.

"Like hell we're letting you go to that, Y/N, you can't even form a sentence, or stand for that matter. You're out of your mind. We're going to bring you back now, we'll take care of your panel thing." Jensen stated pretty sternly. You were about to fight back, and they could see it, but you coughed a few times, and they could almost feel it in their own chests. You just nodded in defeat.

"Yeah, maybe I could just like, sleep, for an hour or two." you whispered, tiredly. The two were still holding you steady, and could see you already falling asleep before even going anywhere.

"Or six, by the looks of it." Jared joked lightly.

"Poor kid." Jensen said to Jared as the were walking out of your room. They helped you get there, and you were gone before you even saw the bed, "Why do they always have to pretend like they aren't sick? Look where it gets them."

"Don't know, man. You can't talk, though. You literally tell people you are immune to illness." Jared laughed quietly, shutting you door.

"Well I am. I am the perfect example of health. I don't get sick."

"Yeah," Jared rolled his eyes, "Right. Watch you catch what Y/N has. You practically carried her all the way here. There's no way you're escaping it." Walking towards the center, the back way of course, Jensen scoffed, "Please, germs take one look at me and know not to mess this up. And, by the logic, that means you're already infected, too. So, tell me, princess, what sort of soup do you want spoon-fed?"

Again, Jared rolled his eyes, and the two laughed. They weren't making fun of you, they were making fun of each other, and knew that you would've wanted in on that action.

"Y/N probably would've destroyed us if she heard that. Something along the longs of 'You want me to tuck you in? Carry you bridal style?'" Jared pitched his voice a tone higher for it. Again, the two men laughed.

They made their way backstage of what's supposed yo be your panel, and informed the crew about what was going on. They were just going to fill in for you, probably tell a few embarrassing stories.

When they made their way through the curtain, the crowd shouted. They were obviously excited to see the two leads, but also were obviously confused. "Alright, you're probably confused." Jensen stated the obvious, "Because obviously, we look nothing like Y/N, and thank God she does not look like us." The crowd laughed.

"Anyway, Y/N can't make it today. She's really sick-" the crowd cut Jared off with a unison "awe." People yelled out that they hoped she felt better, tell her to take care of herself, and so on.

"Yeah, poor kid looked like she was just going to fall asleep right where she was standing. She literally tried to come anyway, like, kid, you're making no sense. Y/N couldn't really fight against us, though, so she's sleeping now." Jensen explained, "So we came here to chat in her stead, but just know she really was planning on coming. That kid loves you guys." and again, the "awe" rolled through the crowd.

"If she wasn't sick, she could totally kick both your-" the last word was cut off, but was implied anyway, someone screamed from the crowd, which resulted in laughter.

"Yeah, probably. Even if we were stronger than her," sarcastically, of course, "she'd still beat us. Kid's too fast, and I'm too old." Jared laughed.

In the last ten minutes of the panel, Jared decided to give you call. Not only to check in on you, but so you could at least say hi to your crowd. When you heard the phone ring, you groggily opened your eyes and aimlessly reached for it.

"Hello?" you answered. Jared almost frowned at how sick you sounded, even with just one word.

"Y/N?" Jensen stepped in, "It's Jensen."

"Unfortunate." you sighed exhaustedly. It was joke, a really tired one, but still enough to make the crowd laugh.

"We're here at your panel, we thought you might want to say hi." Jared said loudly, holding the speaker of his phone to the microphone.

"Panel?" you asked. Panel? What panel? Your delirious mind was clearly confused, "Who's that?"

"Y/N, the con. The convention panel?" Jensen actually sounded worried. They probably should've thought to give you some sort of medicine to do something about the fever you had before they'd left.

"Oh," you closed your eyes again, almost falling asleep, before remembering finally what it was they meant, and after a moment, "Oh! Crap, the panel thing, I'm late."

"No, Y/N, stay there, we've got it covered remember? You can't come. You can say hi to them, though." Jensen interjected quickly.

"Okay, hi guys." you just followed as told.

The crowd responded with a series of hello's.

"'M really sorry. I hope they aren't boring you." the two men could practically hear you closing your eyes. The crowd responded in inaudible chatter. Jensen and Jared walked from the mic for a second.

"Sorry if we woke you, kid." Jared apologized, having just realized they probably could've left you alone, "W also just wanted to check in. See how you're doing."

"How are you feeling?" Jensen asked, but got a mumbled word in response, "Alright, well, just go back to sleep, we'll be up there soon."

Jared hung up the phone, and the two began to answer the last few questions and close up. They waved their goodbyes to the crowd, and started heading back your way.

"Jensen, you got any over the counters with you? Thermometers or anything? All I've got is Advil, and I don't even know what's really bothering her yet other than that cough and being tired."

"Yup. Danneel always makes me carry literally an entire medicine cabinet, just for these moments. I'll go get 'em and meet you there. It'd probably do her some good to eat something, too. I don't know if she's got like, a stomach virus thing going on, though." Jensen answered.

"I'll see what she'll say and let you know."

The two parted ways, and Jared made his way to you. Even though he'd only talked to you just a few minutes before, you were dead to the world by the time he opened the door. The room was boiling, and Jared looked over to the thermostat to see that you'd at some point put it on to 90 degrees.

"Jesus, Y/N, I know you've got a fever, but damn." he said, more so to himself than to you. He looked over at you after turning it down to see you curled beneath what looked like any blanket you could find. He came over and started removing the blankets slowly, and shook you gently to wake you up.

"Y/N, wake up for a minute, it's Jared."

"'Mm." was all you said, until you realized your layers of warmth had been moved, "What're doing? It's cold."

"Y/N, you're dripping in sweat. It's the fever making you cold."

"I don't have a fever." you retorted, "I'm good. Just tired."

"Kid, you've been tired the whole day. You've been sleeping this whole time." he tried rationalizing.

"I have?" you questioned, closing you eyes again. Jared put his hand to your forehead again. Somehow, it was warmer than the first time he'd done it before the panel. It was then that Jensen finally appeared, a whole bag of things in hand, "Could you bring the thermometer over?"

"Yeah, gotcha." He walked over and rummaged through the bag at the same time, pulling out a thermometer.

"Y/N, we need to take your temperature." Jensen said.

"No need." you said, "'M not sick."

"You are so obviously sick, I'm not asking." again with that stern voice. Jared gave him a "Hey, she's sick, back off a little" sort of look, but it had worked, and you let them take your temp. They were almost shocked when the thing beeped at 103.

"Should we take her to a hospital? That's way too high." Jared asked.

"If it gets any higher, yes, but let's see if we can bring it down first." Jensen replied.

"No hospitals." you demanded, opening your eyes and glaring at them.

"We aren't bringing you yet, Y/N, but I need you to eat this so you can take some meds." he held out two pieces of toast that he must've brought from his room. You hated toast even when you weren't sick.

"I'm not really hungry."

"I know, but it'll help. You haven't told us what's bothering you yet, either." Jared responded.

"Nothing's-" you coughed a few times, a bit violently, "bothering me." "We can see that." Jensen said sarcastically.

"Everything's bothering me." you whispered, giving up.

"Your stomach hurt?" Jensen asked. You waved your hand from side to side to signal a so-so, "Think you'll get sick at all?"

"No, it's not like that, I don't think." you breathed out, another cough escaping you. You took a few bites out of the toast. It made you uncomfortable, but it was then that you realized you probably felt that way since you really hadn't eaten much that day or the one before, which probably contributed to the splitting headache. It didn't go away after, either though. You pushed yourself up. You almost fell over, but Jared put a hand out for you.

"Alright, good. Take this. I'm going to be frank, it tastes disgusting." Jensen handed over a small cup of liquid, "Sometimes, if you take it like a shot, it helps. But you shouldn't know how to take shots, but if you do it, I won't judge." And so you did, causing the two to chuckle slightly at you.

"You were right, about the sleep thing." you slumped back onto the bed heavily, like a brick.

"When am I ever wrong?" Jensen asked, "Don't answer that, actually."

But you were already sleeping again, and the boys decided to stay nearby for now. The next panel wasn't for another few hours anyway, and they just didn't want you to be alone. Also, incase you were wrong about the toast, and it decided to make its return. Jared's phone began to ring loudly, to which he very quickly tried to answer so his obnoxious ringtone wouldn't wake you up again, not that you wouldn't have just fallen back asleep anyway.

"Misha? Hey, what's up?" Jared answered. Jensen walked over to hear what was going on on the other side of the line, but Jared just decided to put it on speaker.

"Where are you guys? I haven't seen you all day. Felicia, Alex, and I are going out for lunch, we were wondering if you guys want to come. I tried calling Y/N, but she didn't answer, so." he rambled.

"That's because Y/N's not feeling well." Jensen said, giving him a solution to his predicament of not being answered, "We're with her right now, so we'll have to pass."

"She's sick? Is she okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. She's just got this crazy fever we've been trying to bring down. Thinking about it now, Jensen, we should probably check it again."

"A fever?"

"It's been at 103 degrees for like, two hours. At least for what we know of. She's probably had one all day, but as a dumb teenager does, she just tried to ignore it."

"If it goes up you should-"

"Yeah, we know," Jared said, "we're trying really hard to avoid that, though. Also, she'll definitely fight against it, I don't know."

Jensen, from the other side of the room at the sound of a beeping thermometer, could be heard on Misha's end, "It went down, finally. 102.2."

"Thank God, I was getting worried."

"Should I come there? Do you guys need any help?" Misha asked.

"I mean you can, but I think we're good. She's just been trying to sleep it off the whole time, so not much is really going on." Jensen was closer to the phone now, "Like, she's got this cough, a headache, and you can hear how congested she sounds, but mostly I think she's just exhausted. I honestly don't know how because she's just been sleeping for hours."

"Fatigue."

"Yeah, poor kid. I don't think I've ever seen her so tired, it almost makes me tired to be honest." Jensen joked.

"Maybe you're just getting sick." Jared slipped in.

"Not possible. I am immune."

"Nobody is immune, Jensen." Misha sighed.

"I'm not nobody." he shrugged.

"Alright, well, we're going to get lunch then. If you need anything let me know, and tell her I hope she feels better." Misha concludes.

"We will, thanks Misha." and with that, Jared hung up. For a few more hours, the two hung around. They were there when you woke from some fever dreams, and when you needed a cough drop, or twelve, and wake you up every now and then to check your temperature, which raised and dropped and raised and dropped, but currently was at a very steady 102.4. But, soon enough, it was time for them to leave for the last panel of the day, and unsurprisingly, you tried to follow suit.

"Y/N, we gotta go, but we'll be back in about an hour from the panel." Jared said. You took a deep breath and sluggishly pushed yourself to the side of the bed. Having been sick, and not having sat up in a few hours, the blood rushed from your head, leaving you dizzy.

"What're you doing?" Jensen asked.

"The panel. I missed the last one I should go to this one. I feel okay." you yawned, then coughed slightly.

"Y/N, really, you shouldn't even think about pushing it like that." Jared said. Jensen walked over to you, half on the bed, clearly trying to steady yourself just from the movement of sitting up. The spinning room honestly almost made the toast make a reprise, and you hiccupped, and held your breath.

"Hey," Jensen grabbed a can quickly, noticing, "are you going to be sick?"

Giving it a minute, it went away, and you shook you head no, causing a huge tension to leave the room.

"Alright, well, remember how you said I was right all the time earlier?" Jensen pun the can down.

"No, must've been the fever." you half joked, causing Jared to laugh.

"Alright- well- okay, shut up. We agreed I'm always right, and that I was right about needing sleep, so I say you need some more." Jensen demanded rather than suggested.

"Yeah, or at least lay around and do nothing. I can't imagine ever sleeping as much as you just did." Jared joked, pushing you very gently back down, with his hand on your back, knowing you would just hit the bed without it. Your eyes were heavy again, and your throat was painfully dry, and you coughed. Your aching head also agreed with the two of them to your dismay.

"Maybe just a bit more." you mumbled, "A few minutes."

"Yeah a few minutes, sure." Jared smiled, knowing you were probably going to knock out for a few hours once again. You opened your eyes again.

"You think," you coughed, "that they'll be mad?

"Who?" Jensen asked.

Feeling pretty sick, you said, "That I don't go? I don’t feel really good."

Ah, the fever comes to play once again, it seems, but the two felt some sort of triumph now that you've at least admitted to being sick, even if it's been hours. It concerned them, though, if you felt bad enough to admit it.

"No, they'll be fine about it. We'll be back soon. Misha or Alex might come in to check on you, alright?" Jared answered, to which you nodded.

They weren't gone long. You spent half the next day sleeping, too, until you could stand without swaying. You did sneak back to the con, against Jensen and Jared's orders, since you really didn't break that fever and cough for a few more days, only to be caught after a tweet of you at the con was trending and the cast caught wind of it. But, eventually, you were better, and got the chance to help Jared take care of an "always immune" Jensen. And he was more stubborn than you were.

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lis-likes-fics · 4 years ago

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Soul Music

Pairing: Loki x Reader Warnings: None. :) Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day! Enjoy some soft Loki!

Ever since that tattoo showed up on your skin, you've been making music. In this world, people had tattoos of what their soulmates were most passionate about.

Your tattoos? You had an eighth note, an open book, a comedy/tragedy mask, and a strange helmet. Why was there a helmet? You didn't know. But you had to admit to it looking cool.

You were now a known singer/songwriter. You found that the tattoo that appeared on your skin one day paved the way to your passion as well.

You loved to sing and write songs. Since music was a passion of your soulmate's, you gave it a go and it made your life bliss.

You began writing your own music, your own songs and lyrics. You got vocal lessons to grow your voice. You got out there and performed and became who you are now because you wanted to be able to meet that soulmate who gave you this.

You kept your marks concealed as a try at privacy. You did open up a few times about why you started writing music, it was one of the main questions you got asked.

The people loved you and your songs. You did a lot. You met people like the famous Tony Stark, groups like the Avengers at one of Stark's parties, you made money with your performances, you helped people in need by giving to charities, going to children's hospitals to cheer them up. You loved your life.

But you knew that all of this was because of the faithful day where that musical note appeared on the back of your hand. You owed this all to your soulmate and his passion.

You supposed you would also have to thank one of your other marks as well, for the strange helmet was the reason you met your soulmate.

At one of your taped live performances, they caught a glimpse of one of your soulmate tattoos. The helmet that was marked just above your hip, the skin was exposed because of the outfit you were wearing.

People had never seen the mark before and it made news and articles. You did a pretty good job at keeping your soulmarks hidden from the view of the media by using concealing makeup and clothes. This was the reason, the media catching a glimpse at it and then getting random people left and right saying that they knew what the mark meant and posing to be your soulmate.

You had to withdrawal for a while because of all the heat from the exposed tattoo. Your adviser told you to try and say that it was just some tattoo that you got, but it didn't work. No one believed it because the tattoo you did have was seen and obviously not a mark. This one was new and clearly not just another thing.

So when he showed up, you were dismissive at first, despite his obvious charm. You thought he was just some fan that wanted to get in your pants or something. Boy, that evening turned out well.

While you were hanging out with some of your celebrity friends; Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins, the bartender sent a drink to your table.

"Miss? This was sent over by the gentlemen at the corner booth," he motioned over to the booth in question. You turned to look, clocking a brow at the man who slightly smirked at you. He had raven black hair that fell to his shoulders, his skin was pale but attractive, you couldn't see his eyes very well from where you were sitting, but you could see that smirk set on his lips.

"Was it now? It's not poisoned is it?" You asked him.

He shook his head with a chuckle, "Not at all, ma'am." He turned and left and you turned back to your little group of misfits.

"Oo, looks like someone's got a secret admirer," Jensen joked.

"Not that secret," you told him, poking at the drink suspiciously.

"Well, it's not poisoned. Just drink it," Jared laughed.

You cocked a brow and chuckle, "You play a hunter who would at least have suspicions over the drink. After playing him for so long, you would think you'd get some of his wits."

They all laughed at that and you looked over your shoulder again at the man who was still glancing up at you from his table. You bit your lip for a moment before turning back around to your table. For some reason, Misha was now downing a beer while Jensen and Jared cheered him on.

"Leave the poor guy alone," you laughed. Misha finished it and covered his mouth, "I hate you, guys."

They laughed and clapped him on the back. Misha swallowed hard and shook his head before telling you, "If you want to go talk to him, you can. No judging here."

"From these two?" You smiled, "You're almost convincing."

You all laughed again and you sighed, "Fine. I'll be back in five."

"If it goes your way, maybe you won't be," Jensen winked at you and you rolled your eyes. As you walked away with the glass in hand, they all turned to watch the interaction.

You walked to the table and the man smiled. He leaned forward, a hand on the table and his other elbow propped up on the top of the booth. You set the drink on the table and smiled, "So, what is it you want, hot shot?"

"Hello to you too, Ms. Y/N," the man remarked. Now that you had a good look at him, you could see his beautiful emerald green eyes that had a glint of mischief in them. This was going to be an interesting conversation, you could tell.

You smiled a little and continued, "Hi. What is it you want, hot shot?"

He smiled, both his hands on the table now as he looked at you, "Just to talk."

"'Bout what?"

"This may sound familiar but…that mark on your hip…"

You rolled your eyes, "Bye."

"Wait-"

"I'm not interested in this. If you come out and say 'I know what the mark means because it's mine', I'll give the press something to talk about and it may involve a broken nose. I've had enough of this."

"There's no secret meaning to the mark. I know what the mark is because I have the same helmet right now."

You stopped and turned to face him, eyes narrowed, "What?"

He reached under the table and set a large, golden helmet down on the seat to keep out of the view of the customers. No need to raise attention.

You looked at the oddly beautiful helmet and your hand subconsciously brushed the mark on your skin. "You could have had that made…" you tried.

He laughed weakly, "I did, years and years ago...but not to con you. You can trust me on that."

You licked your bottom lip, "What's your name?"

"I am Loki," he told you. You scoffed, "Like from the myths? And…New York?"

You looked him over, it was believable. He had the looks to be a literal god, but Loki was said to have returned to whatever planet he'd come from. Why would be here on Midgard again?

She thought for a moment, glancing back at her table. They all turned around immediately, acting as if they weren't just watching the interaction. You rolled your eyes and turned back to this Loki guy. You'd only seen the footage of him being brought in. You weren't in New York at the time of that big battle so you barely saw anything, you only heard.

But why would he be here looking for you?

"Show me your marks," you told him gently.

He half smirked, "Show me yours."

You thought before sighing and rolling your eyes. You jutted out your hand, the back of it adoring the musical note. He smiled and nodded. Then he showed you one of his: piano keys. It was for your love of instruments.

Your mouth opened slightly but you closed it again and lowered the neck of your shirt to show off the tragedy/comedy mask mark you had on your shoulder: theatre.

His smile grew and he showed you a mark just above his collar bone: a quill. Writing.

Right again. You loved to write songs, and it encouraged you to write poems and short stories as well. One of your passions was writing and there was the evidence he may actually be him.

You clenched your jaw slightly, deciding to sit down at the booth, the opposite side of him. You blinked before showing him the open book tattoo on your thigh: literature. You had to admit to yourself that the placing was dramatic, you didn't know why the mark appeared there of all places, but you would thank that it wasn't the inside of your thigh and instead just sat on the top.

He nodded and his lips twitched before showing you another one of his, a microphone: singing. You cursed yourself in your head. You were a singer. If singing wasn't one of your passions, your life wouldn't be as great as it was.

You sighed and hesitated a moment before lifting your shirt a little and lowering the waistline of your jeans slightly to show him the helmet tattoo. You still had no idea what the tattoo meant, but it apparently tied to him. He smiled and glanced back at his helmet on the seat.

If he got your fourth mark correct, it would truly mean he was your mate. Why? No one knew this passion of yours, it was a part of your private life you enjoyed keeping private. If he got it wrong, you could splash water in his face and go back to your table where Jared, Jensen, and Misha were still watching like creeps.

Loki looked at you, licked his lips, and then slowly lowered the neck of his shirt over his shoulder, showing you the last mark. Your jaw almost dropped when you saw what it was. A tattoo of a frying pan was on his shoulder: cooking. You loved to cook and bake, it was the first passion you ever had. It was before the musical note that made you fall in love with music.

You looked up at him as he covered the mark again and you asked, "What…what does the helmet mean?"

He smiled, "It's…a sort of crown. I'm a prince of a realm called Asgard."

A prince. Your soulmate was a prince. Well, damn.

"You're a prince?" You questioned.

He laughed lightly, "Yes, I'm a prince."

You scoffed, "Okay, then." You looked back at him. Someway, somehow, this man - this unfairly beautiful man - was your soulmate and a prince and a god.

You smiled and leaned back in your seat, finally taking a sip of the drink he'd sent you. You waved at your friends, signaling for them to mind their own business and leave you alone. "Tell me more," you told him gently, allowing yourself to scoot over so you could sit closer to him.

He smiled, moving closer as well. He told you of his passions, the ones illustrated on your skin, and you told him of yours. You told him about how your whole career started because he liked music. He was flattered and you were a little embarrassed. He smiled, lifting your chin with his finger to tell you that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Apparently, when he first saw the frying pan mark that symbolized your love of cooking, he took it up as a hobby of his. He looked forward to serving you a meal someday.

You don't know how you got lucky with a guy this handsome and charming, but you did and you were happy for it.

Thank soulmarks!

Loki’s Subjects taglist: @lokisqueen3000 @fadingcoast @elkstarksdottir @shining-loki @lokistan

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I want to ask you as spn expert hdbfbdj i heard that destiel made creators/actors uncomfortable and they banned mention of it at the cons? And made anlotbof writing decision to keep dean and cas characters from each other in the show? So how do you think what changed and why the decided to make deancas canon (bad as it is but canon) in almost last episode when they could just not do it jrbfkf

Hi! Oh damn I hope you’re ready for a long ass answer because I have 13 years worth of memories to answer this question dfghjklm

So, your first question, when you say creators, you have to keep in mind that the original showrunner stepped down years ago and since then, there’s been several showrunners who each had a different view on where they wanted to take the story, which explains the disparities in writing quality from one season to another, in my opinion. Of course the orginal showrunner is still around and would chime in from time to time but he went on on working on other shows (which flopped, besides The Boys, tbh), and we definitely didn’t see it that way in 2005.

Then comes the writers team, that has also seen many changes over the years. I truly believe some left because they wouldn’t make Destiel happen, among other things like the treatment/lack of representation of female and POC characters. Robbie Thompson definitely left because they killed Charlie in the most horrifying way, and Charlie was his baby, and he got better opportunities elsewhere. I remember over 7 years ago when Bo Berens (the writer of last night episode) joined the team, my whole dash was full of people screaming because holy shit the new SPN writer is gay!!! and wouldn’t that change things??? Well it did. He wrote, along with Robbie Thompson, some of the most explicit Destiel episodes that they could get away with. I don’t believe this was ever queerbaiting, not from them, and I think they took advatange of the other writers just not seeing it, or not wanting to see it.

For a very long time, the showrunners and writers were kind of oblivious to the shipping, they didn’t take it seriously because it wasn’t how they had thought it could be interpreted. As time went on and the shipping only grew and as the cast and crew actually started to see what we were seeing in their own damn writing and acting, they started to be more aware and careful around it. Some were downward enjoying putting down fans, like fucking Guy Norman Bee gloating on Twitter and engaging with fans over it. A mess. He left 5 years ago that one, good riddance. It was also the time when actual canon queer ships would appear on TV - keep in mind that in 2010-12, Destiel was as explicit as it could get. We had nothing else, so of course we would latch onto that. But we started getting more and more actual explicit representation with Shameless, Shadowhunters, Eyewitness, Skam, HTGAWM, Orphan Black, etc around 2013, and shipping Destiel got very frustrating.

The actors have always been another story, and I saw a lot of comments being made today towards Jensen so I’m gonna copy paste my answer to an ask I got last year : “I think he was just extremely “protective” of Dean and would get actually mad and shut down every conversation about Destiel because that’s not how he sees his character. Like, proper pissed off. He would get uncomfortable about pride flags during photo ops. It came to the point where people would walk on eggshells at cons. 2012-13 was hard on the fandom on this point. He would never speak up about lgbtq related topics in politics either. Liking a tweet like Chris’s 10 or even 5 years ago? Never. He used to say that people in highschool would bully him for “looking too gay” because of his pouty lips and big eyes. I think he didn’t want to care about it but bullying leaves scars. Getting married to Danneel, meeting Misha, who are both very outspoken about lgbtq matters, opened him up, and he’s said himself that having his first daughter changed him deeply. He had a whole new perspective on unconditional love. Now, he’s enthusiastic about posing with pride flags, to sign fanart, he’s always so supportive of lgbtq fans at cons, hugs them, gives them words of encouragement, etc. Years ago he said “my father told me that there’s no manly way to drink out of a straw” and now he’s out there being crowned King at the Mardi Gras parade in New Orleans, posting rainbows on his social media, having makeup sessions wit his daughter, etc. He was very outspoken about his support for Beto in Texas last year, he goes to rallies, posts about it on social media, etc. And yeah maybe that’s the bare minimum but he wouldn’t have done it years ago but now he does and that’s worth something. He’s not a Destiel supporter but now the topic isn’t banned at cons anymore. He jokes about it, he understands better where people who see Dean as bi are coming from, even if it’s not his take on the character. He’s much more comfortable with himself and has come a long way. I’m happy for him.” That was my reply last year to somebody asking if Jensen was homophobic and while I obviously don’t know him, it’s what I gathered over the past 17 years or so. I was already a fan of him beofre Supernatural soooo, I’ve been around a while. Yes there was this moment, over 7 years ago at a con, where he let fans boo other fans for asking a question about Destiel, and he shut down the question, then the questions about Destiel were banned. That’s not the case anymore and it hasn’t been that way for years. Misha on the other hand as always been supportive of the ship, his “You’re not crazy” tweet from 2013 fueled us for years, and the fact that he went back to like it and bring attention to it today is the biggest I Told You So he could have given us.

About your question, making decision to keep them away from each other, yes, that has been a pattern for years, something would go in the script, and then they would change their minds - “the only thing we have left, Dean and I, is each other” in 5x04, the “A part of me always believed you would come back” in 7x17, the “I love you” in 8x17, Castiel’s heaven being just pictures of Dean everywhere, etc. The decision would come from either the actors or the writers and they gave tons of reasons but I won’t get into that. And every time we would have a Destiel heavy episode, it would be no Cas for weeks. Their reason for that is that if Cas was always around, what with how powerful he is, then there would be no plot for monster-of-the-week episodes, because he’d be able to fix the situation with a snap of his fingers. So they gave him storylines that would weaken him and/or keep him away from the Winchesters. But I also think they would give us crumbs to keep us hooked and then backtrack because it wasn’t the end yet.

Destiel is the only ship I’ve really invested in that wasn’t canon. Yet. Because, to me, it’s been canon for years. And I am absolutely convinced that had Supernatural ended with season 10 as planned, it would have been canon then. There were tropes and parallels that nobody could ignore. The whole of season 10, with the Cain/Dean and Colette/Castiel thing was so obvious even my Dad picked up on it. But the series got renewed again and again and they pushed it back, because The Powers That Be at the CW didn’t want to lose their homophobic fanbase, I guess. Isn’t that great :)))) Now that it’s ending for real, who cares? They don’t have anything to lose anymore. It must be quite an unpopular opinion but I think making Deancas canon at the end of the series has been the plan for a while, but it got pushed back with every renewal.

To me they have been canon since season 8 thanks to a few selected writers, and as infuriating and sometimes hurtful as it was to keep watching for all these years when it could have been so much better, I’m still ecstatic they finally did it. Maybe for the wrong reasons, definitely not in the right way, but 1. the show isn’t over, and 2. this was my first real big ship when I had nothing else, and to be able, after over a decade, to hear that I love you, with no room for doubt that it was meant romantically, is making me happy.,

#gaelle parle #spn #you asked for it sdfghjkl #honesly the way i could talk SPN for hours and hours and hours...#sigh #Anonymous

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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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You know me well – Part 4

Summary: Winning a contest to earn a small role in the next Supernatural Episode is a dream coming true. The only problem is the man you admire for his talent thinks you are not good enough. When he finally admits something he turns your world upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jared Padalecki x Genevieve Padalecki, Misha Collins

Warnings: angst, sad reader, Jensen being a douche, unrequited love (kinda), comforting (Genevieve), heartbreak

You know me well Masterlist

Only a few more weeks and you can go public. Only a few more days to keep on going and pretend you are not in love with Jensen.

Since Jared caught both of you Jensen is more subtle on set, always aware someone else than Misha or Jared could see him touching you.

“The party is this weekend. Are you excited?” Jared asks as you play with your barely touched food.

“I don’t know, Jared. I’m not used to this kind of stuff and attending it alone doesn’t make things easier.” Giving your friend a cracked smile, you keep on pretending it doesn’t hurt Jensen suggested you shall go alone to the party.

“Jensen will not go with you?” Misha is taking aback. He had hoped Jensen would reveal you are a pair during the party. The season is wrapped, hiatus is close, only re-shooting needs to be done but that’s it. “I mean the season is over, we could just announce it at the party.”

“Misha, don’t.” Jared is patting your back, seeing the hurting on your face. “I guess Jensen wants to wait for the first Con as we agreed to. You can come with me and Gen if you want to. This way you don’t have to go alone and keep your word.”

“Thank you, Jared. I’d like that even if I would prefer going with Jensen.” Grumbling you watch Jensen talk to a foreign woman. He’s joking, placing his hand onto her back and your heart drops.

You have seen him with that woman before, in a magazine. He was dating her before you and broke up with her not long after they announce their relationship.

“Why is Michelle here?” Misha cocks a brow, glancing at Jensen talking to his ex-girlfriend in front of you, in front of his friends.

“I’ve got no fucking clue.” Jared exhales as he gets up to talk to Jensen. The moment Jensen sees his friend he removes his hand from Michelle’s back, greeting Jared as if nothing happened.

“A word, Jay?”

“Sure. Later, Michelle.” Jensen smirks following his friend toward his trailer. “What’s wrong, Jared?”

“What’s wrong?” Pointing at you sitting next to Misha Jared shakes his head. “Your secret girlfriend sits right there, telling me you refused to go to the party with her and then we have to watch you getting all cozy with your ex!”

“Dude, relax. Michelle is doing me a favor, okay. The rumors got worse and I thought if I walk around with her a bit everyone believes we are back together, and Y/N and I can take a deep breath. Soon I can announce my relationship with Y/N.” Jensen doesn’t see your hurting or the way you play with the seam of your shirt. He doesn’t see the doubts all over your face.

“You better stop this shit, okay. Be a man and call things off with Michelle, tell her thank you and we can survive these few weeks till you and Y/N reveal your relationship.” Jared storms off to bring you away as Jensen walks back toward Michelle.

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The night of the party started surprisingly funny. Sitting in the hotel room with Genevieve you watch Jared bickering with Misha about the right way to wield an angel blade.

“Boys, we have to go. Where is Jensen?” Genevieve watches your face fall as you shake your head.

“I don’t know, Gen. Last night he said he’d be here at eight or so but it’s already nine and he doesn’t answer my calls.” Sniffling you try not to ruin your make-up.

“What the heck! We agreed to go together so if’s not obvious you and Jensen are a pair. As Misha is without Vickie tonight he’s with us too. Where is Jay?” Jared paces around the room, trying to reach his friend. “Doesn’t answer my call either.”

“We have to get going, Babe. Maybe he’s late or something.” Squeezing her husband's hand Genevieve tries to calm Jared. “He can meet up with us before we go in. Let’s roll and wait for him outside.”

“Still don’t know why he doesn’t answer our calls. Is this about the fan post last week?” Looking up at Jared you can see the tall man’s face fall. Remembering a fan wrote she assumes you and Jensen are a pair he rubs your back, shaking his head.

“No, Y/N. Listen, Jensen loves you and we are for sure meeting up with him before we have to walk over the red carpet, okay. Stay with us and everything will be fine.” Not believing his own words Jared nods as his wife.

“Don’t worry.” Slinging her arm around your shoulders Gen tries to calm your nerves. “Jay will be there, and you can dance all night. No one will disturb your fun at our party.”

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In the limousine, you tried to call Jensen again, but he refused to answer. Jared is getting antsier per minute. The pit in his stomach grows and he looks at Misha for help.

“How about I lead Y/N to the carpet until Jensen arrives. We can take a few pictures and wait for the rest of the cast.” Misha tries to break the awkward silence, patting your thigh. “We are going to rock the red carpet, Y/N.”

A fake smile on your lips you nod at Misha, knowing he means well, but the look on Jared’s face tells you he believes something is wrong with Jensen and your heart beats faster than it should.

“We are here, ladies and gentlemen,” Clif exclaims as Jared almost jumps out of the limousine to hold out his hand for Genevieve. Misha is close behind, helping you get out and that’s the moment you hear someone yelling Jensen’s name.

Your eyes search the photographer and then your eyes land on the red carpet and your heart shatters into pieces.

Instead of attending the red carpet with you and his friends Jensen poses on the carpet with his ex-girlfriend. Smiling he holds her hand as he nods at the reporter who asked if he’s with Michelle again.

Pale, panting heavily you feel Misha moving his arm around your waist. “We are going to rock this carpet and later Jared and I will kill Jensen,” Misha whispers leading you toward the carpet as you feel like your legs are jelly.

“How can he do this, Jared? I don’t get what he wants to achieve with it. We agreed to attend the party together and now Jensen messes with our plans and poses with that bitch.” Genevieve is balling her hands into fists as you shake your head, giving her a cracked smile.

“Gen just drop it. I guess that’s Jensen’s way to call things off with me. Maybe she’s the better choice. Look at me and then look at her, Genevieve.” Glancing down your simple robe you hold back a sob. “Jensen is way out of my league. I should be relieved, this way the lies finally end.”

Misha leads you toward the red carpet, angrily clenching his jaw while Jared glares at Jensen who dares to glance at you in Misha’s arm.

“I swear at the end of the party I’ll kick his ass. I can’t believe he pulls a stunt like that. I warned him, Gen. Told him to not hurt the kid. Look at her.” Pointing at you trying to fake a smile as Misha attends the red carpet with you Jared silently curses.

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“Y/N, you came here with Misha tonight, not with a boyfriend. Why?” The reporter asks and you clear your throat.

“Misha was alone, just like me. Vickie couldn’t make it and he was kind enough to offer his free arm to me as an old spinster as I didn’t find someone to attend the party with me.” It’s not a complete lie so you smile politely and answer more questions.

“We all cheered for you and Jensen. All of us bet you would make a cute couple. The chemistry on screen is so strong between the two of you.” Another reporter tries and you laugh, giving him a wink.

“It’s called acting, Sir. Mr. Ackles is obviously in a relationship with the lovely woman he brought to this party. I don’t think he could ever think about me as a love interest. I’m only a colleague.” Misha is keeping you upright, smiling into the cameras as Jared and Gen join you.

“Jared, Jared! Don’t you think Y/N and Jensen are a cute couple too?” The same reporter asks.

“Well, Y/N is a wonderful actress and a good friend, on top of all a great person. I think she deserves someone showing his love for her and making her feel special. I bet she will find someone giving her all of this in no time.” Jared smirks as he can see Jensen turned pale at his best friends’ words.

“One last question to Y/N. Please.”

“Go ahead.”

“What does your ideal man look alike.” The reporter asks and you smile, taking your time to answer.

“It’s not always about the looks. I prefer a man showing me his affection, holding my hand and making sure I’m alright. So far I didn’t find a man doing so…” Clearing your throat you point at Jared and Genevieve.

“I want what Gen and Jared already have. A loving relationship, someone who cares about you and is not afraid to show it even if it means getting a shitstorm.” Now you smile sweetly, let the photographers take some more pictures before you let Misha lead you inside.

“I’m proud of you, kiddo.”

“Thank you, Misha. Without you, I wouldn’t make it tonight. I needed all my strength not to cry. When this is over I’ll pack my things and leave his house…”

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Jensen is keeping his distance, always aware people are watching him so he dances with Michelle, ignoring you the whole evening.

“He could at least have asked you to dance with him. What the fuck is he thinking?” Jared curses, watching Jensen glance at you once again.

“You know he wants someone he can present. That woman is perfect. I’m only his dirty secret or she’s better in bed as he didn’t get any so far. I’ll call a cab and leave the party. I spend enough time waiting for him to explain his behavior.”

Walking away you want to use the restrooms but Jensen follows you to take the chance and kiss you, but you push him away.

“Get off me, Ackles. Go back to the woman you brought here, I’m no longer your latest fling.” Jensen is gasping at your words while you turn to walk away.

“Wait, I did it for us!”

“For us?” Furious you slap his cheek, not caring if anyone sees you.

“There is no us, Jensen. There are you and that perfect arm candy and then there’s me walking over the carpet with Misha as he had to keep me upright. I don’t know what sick game you tried to play with me but it’s over…” Turning on your heels you storm toward the restrooms as Jensen runs after you dragging you into the room.

“I tried to kill the rumors, Baby. I did it for you.” Trying to touch your cheek Jensen has to watch you flinch away.

“Rumors? Seriously. All the reporters were rooting for us. No one would’ve cared if you had kept your word and attend the party with Jared, Gen and me. Misha was there too. No one would’ve known we are a thing, but you came here with that woman. A woman you had sex with, Jensen and I shall believe you did this for us! I might be younger than you but I’m not dumb, go fuck yourself…or rather fuck her cause for sure you will never touch me.” Panting you slap Jensen’s hand away as he tries to reach out for you.

“Please, Baby Girl…”

“Stop calling me like that…we are done…”

The realization hits Jensen like a freight train as you leave the restrooms, not looking back.

Instead of making things easier for you, he lost you only as he was too afraid to go public yet…

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Our Love is Infinite

Square(s) Filled: “Two heads are better than one.” / Tattoos

Warnings: Fluff, established poly relationship, dp, frottage, mentions of pregnancy

Summary: The show has wrapped and for the stars of Supenatural, one chapter is closing, but another is beginning.

Pairing: Jared x Reader x Jensen

Word Count: 3589

Written for: @as-the-saying-goes-bingo and BTZ Bingo

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, thank you for all your love!

A/N: Here is the next chapter! This originally started as most definitely not a request from @supernatural-jackles, who told me she would love to see me write a J2 x Reader. It has exceeded my expectations and I hope yours too!

A/N2: Italics indicate flashback

To New Beginnings - catch up now!

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As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families

Fifteen years. One hundred thirty-five months. Five hundred forty weeks. Three hundred thirty-seven episodes. Fourteen thousand one hundred fifty-four minutes. Two hundred thirty-six hours. That was Jared and Jensen’s life broken down since the start of Supernatural. Now it was the end. For Y/N, it wasn’t quite as long, but it was still the end of a chapter, well, a very long series, for her as well.

But for Y/N, Jared, and Jensen, a new series was just beginning. Tonight was the wrap party. The final wrap party. The three of you had lounged around the house all day. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good. It just was. The final episode had been filmed almost eight weeks ago and, now, they had to say goodbye to the cast and crew, their family, all over again. Y/N refused to see it as the end, but as a new beginning, and she tried to lift Jared and Jensen’s spirits as well.

“You boys better be ready to go in thirty!” Y/N called from the master suite, where she had been getting ready for the past hour. She had kicked both of them out to the guest rooms to shower and get dressed. She wanted her dress, her final look, to be a surprise to her lovers.

Y/N had taken her time, making sure her make-up was just right, using some of the techniques she had picked up from the show’s artists. She had ordered her dress weeks ago, and it was perfect. She stepped into the dress gingerly so as not to snag her heels in the delicate tulle. Y/N pulled the dress over her hips, slipping her arms through the straps and over her shoulders, letting the flowing skirt fall into place at her feet.

Y/N grabbed her clutch, checking the contents, and walked out of the master suite and down the long hallway. She made her way down the stairs, spotting both Jared and Jensen at the foot of the staircase. Both of them looked so damn handsome in their tuxes, she gasped. It wasn’t the first time she had seen them dressed formally, but it took her breath away every time, and she counted her lucky stars that she was so blessed because they were hers.

“Our queen has arrived,” Jensen bowed as she reached the bottom step.

“You look stunning, babe,” Jared whispered.

“That dress...man,” Jensen let out a low whistle. “You’re exquisite.”

“Thank you both. Help me with my bracelet?” Y/N smiled at them, holding up the jewelry.

Jensen lifted the custom made piece from her hand and slipped it around her wrist, fastening it quickly. He placed a gentle kiss to the underside of her wrist before stepping back and extending his elbow. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she agreed and slipped her hand through his arm.

Jared followed, locking the door behind them as they made their way to the waiting car. Comfortably settled in the backseat, he turned to her, kissing her softly. “We’re the luckiest guys in the world.”

“I second that,” Jensen nodded, kissing her as well.

The ride to the party was mostly silent as Clif veered through the city. They had already discussed conversation topics all of them wished to avoid about their relationship. The cast and crew, and families, knew, but none of them were ready to announce it to the world, let alone the fans. They could be fickle and, with the finale episode airing the following week, they had all agreed to let the shock wear off before giving them more fuel.

Clif pulled up in front of the venue, Jensen exiting the car and walking over to the other side just as Jared stepped out. They both held their hands out for Y/N to take as she slid down from the black leather seats. As the three main stars of the show, it wouldn’t be questioned, three of them, walking into the party hand in hand, posing for pictures for the fans, then answering questions on the red carpet.

Just inside the doors, Samantha Highfill stopped the trio. “Jared, Jensen! Hi, Y/N!” She hugged them excitedly. Sam was a favorite and the preferred journalist amongst the cast and crew. She had become a trusted source over the years and Jensen had mentioned giving her the interview when they were ready to go public.

“Sam, hey!” Y/N greeted the journalist.

“It’s been a long time,” Samantha commented.

“Not long enough!” Jensen joked, not missing the pretend scowl on the reporter’s face. “I kid! I kid!”

“Can I get a sit down with the three of you this week before the final episode? I want your take on it for my new article Friday morning.” Samantha looked to each of them as they shared looks with each other.

“I’ll call Monday and we’ll set something up,” Y/N finally spoke, putting all of them at ease.

“Sounds good,” she agreed. The interviews were quick as they walked the red carpet, flashes going off every few feet as the photographers snapped pictures of everyone attending the soiree.

Jared and Jensen headed to the bar for refreshments when Y/N was ambushed by Kim and Briana, gushing over her blush and gold dress. She spotted her men at the bar just as they walked toward her with two whiskeys and what appeared to be a margarita. Jensen handed it over to her and she took her first sip, sighing audibly at the refreshment, and licking some salt from the rim.

“Oh margarita!” Briana yelped, trying to steal Y/N’s drink.

“Bri, no!” she shouted at her longtime friend. “Sorry, I’ve got a cold and don’t want you bringing the crud home to your little girl.”

“Aww that’s sweet of you to think of her,” Briana commented. “Kim. Bar.”

Jared, Jensen, and Y/N watched their friends walk away. “Whoa, that was close.”

“Can’t have anyone drinking my girl’s drink now, can we?” Jensen slinked his arm around her, leading them away from the bar.

The party was a great success. There was so much love throughout the room. Everyone in attendance had shared stories from the past fifteen years, some of which Y/N had never heard before. After a couple hours, speeches were given by Bob Singer, Andrew Dabb, Jeremy Carver and Eric Kripke. Jensen, Jared, and Misha had all had their turn as well. As Y/N took the microphone from Jensen, he kissed her lightly on the cheek, whispering something in her ear to which she only nodded.

“I don’t know exactly what to say that hasn’t already been said. The past five years have been beyond amazing. I have met so many wonderful people, people I consider my friends. My family. I’ve met the two most amazing men I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing,” she paused as Jensen returned to the stage with Jared in tow. They flanked her on either side as she continued.

“My life changed for the better the day I auditioned, and I wouldn’t change a single thing. Thank you, all of you, for each and every one of you has had an impact on my life, even if you don’t realize it,” she sniffed, the emotions beginning to take hold. “Thank you for an amazing ride.”

“You did great, darlin’,” Jensen drawled against her ear, hugging her once more.

“You’re so strong, babe,” Jared whispered on her other side, both of them fighting back tears of their own. They made their way off stage, but Y/N excused herself to the ladies room. Her men nodded and headed back to the bar for another round.

“Aye, you look ravishing, Y/N! That dress is spectacular,” Ruth chirped as she entered the restroom.

“Oh, thank you, Ruthie. I just love it!” Y/N gushed, running her slender fingers along the roses adorning the skirt.

“I’d never look good in something that feminine, but you, girlie, you can pull that off!” Kim exclaimed, stepping out of a stall.

“Y’all are so sweet,” Y/N blushed under the extra attention.

“You look diff’rent, Y/N,” Ruth commented, eyeing her quizzically.

“W-what are you talking about Ruth?” Y/N stammered, her face heating up.

“Can’t quite put my wee finger on it…” Ruth trailed off.

Kim dried her hands and looked suspiciously around the restroom, even checking under the stalls. “Are you..you know...knocked up?”

“What? Whatever gave you that idea?” Y/N squeaked in surprise.

“You are! I knew it!” Kim threw her hands up in victory. “With the vomiting on set and your elegantly high-waisted three dimensional dress…”

“Seriously, you can’t tell anyone. We haven’t even told our parents yet!” Y/N pleaded, looking from Kim to Ruth and back again. “Please.”

“Hey, your secrets are safe with me. All of ‘em,” Kim assured her, giving Y/N a tight hug before walking out of the restroom with Ruth. Y/N was speechless as she conducted her business and rejoined Jensen and Jared.

“Um, Kim and Ruth know,” Y/N blurted out the minute she reached the table, slightly out of breath.

“What? How? Why?” Jensen threw the questions rapid fire.

“I don’t know! I didn’t say anything!” Y/N protested. “Kim said she heard me vomiting on set. And, does this dress not hide the bump like I thought it did? Do I look pregnant?”

“You look amazing, baby,” Jared acknowledged.

“That is not what I asked you, Padalecki! I said, Do. I. Look. Pregnant?” Y/N glared at him, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Well, I- I’m just- crap. I love you,” Jared stuttered. “Your boobs are a bit fuller, but the dress hides the bump perfectly. You look beautiful.”

“Stupid pregnancy boobs,” Y/N slumped forward in her chair, pouting.

“Hey, darlin’, look at me please,” Jensen lifted her chin with one finger. “Kim’s got our backs, okay? When we’re ready, she’d have them then, too. And no, you do not look like you are sixteen weeks along. You are a goddess in and out of that dress and, when we get home, we are going to worship you like you deserve.”

Y/N’s body flushed from the inside under the intensity of his gaze and the implications of his words. “Take me home.”

They quickly said their goodnights, using Y/N’s ‘cold’ as an early out, which normally would have been a faux pas at their own party, but mostly people wished her well. Clif was ready when they exited the venue and steered for home.

“I can’t stop thinking about that night,” Jared murmured, one large hand snaking a path up her leg.

“Me neither,” Jensen breathed heavily in her ear, one hand caressing the barely there baby bump she so painstakingly disguised with the dress she had chosen.

“It’s all I can think about. I’m so horny all the time and I keep replaying it in my head,” Y/N admitted, sandwiched between them in the backseat.

Y/N returned from the set later than the boys for once and was exhausted as she dropped her things by the front door. The house smelled amazing and she wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a meal, then to sleep for a week. She forgot how strenuous fight scenes were, and her muscles ached everywhere. “Honeys, I’m home!” she called, following her nose through the house to see Jared and Jensen in matching ‘Kiss The Cook’ aprons she had gotten them for Christmas.

“Don’t you do look like you’re up to something,” she smirked, kissing each of them thoroughly.

“Well, we know you had a long day. Your bath is ready, then come down for dinner,” Jared instructed, shooing her from the kitchen.

After a hot, relaxing soak in the bubble tub, as Jared called it, she dressed in her favorite yoga pants and one of Jensen’s flannels and made her way back down to the kitchen. Expecting a home cooked meal, you can imagine the look of surprise on her face when she found the table not covered in dishes, but plastic wrap. “Um, what’s going on?”

“We have a surprise for you,” Jensen said.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys, I do not like surprises,” she scolded, turning to both of her boyfriends.

Jared held his hands up and smiled. “We know. But we did okay with the last one, so we think you’ll be on board with this one, too.”

“We decided late last summer that we were in this for the long haul, right? Well, we can’t exactly get married as a show of our love to the world, ‘cause I’m pretty sure that is illegal, like everywhere. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have something that bonds us together for life, right?” Jensen explained as he urged her to take a seat at the table.

“Hi, Y/N,” another voice rang out.

“Jason!” Y/N exclaimed, jumping up from her seat to hug their friend. “What are you doing here? Wait...is this what I think it is?”

“Yeah, probably. See the boys said they wanted to do this thing and asked me if I would be open to doing it here, so here I am,” Jason shrugged. Jason was a good friend of Clif’s and had inked more people on the Supernatural set than he could count.

“Are we getting tattoos?” Y/N asked excitedly, looking to Jared and Jensen.

“Yes, babe. We’re getting tattoos, but only if you want to do this,” Jared said.

“Go on, man. Give it to her,” Jensen rubbed his hands together.

Jared pulled out a small box from behind his back and passed it to Y/N. “We got you a little something for our anniversary. I know we said no gifts, but Jen and I couldn’t say no when we saw it and, well, you’ll see why.”

Y/N opened the box slowly to reveal a sterling silver necklace and bracelet set with three infinity symbols linked together. Her hand flew to her mouth as tears filled her eyes. “Guys, this is- I’m- Wow. This is beautiful and powerful and I love it so much.”

“You are beautiful and powerful and we love you so much,” Jared echoed her words.

“Can I show her now?” Jason piped up from the table. Three heads nodded in unison as he pulled out the transfer paper carefully from his folder and placed it on the table. “It’s brilliant,” Y/N murmured as she inspected the drawing.

“You said it already, but this represents all of us. It’s beauty, power and love,” Jensen explained. “You ready?”

“Yes!” Y/N took her turn first and, within forty-five minutes, Jason had inked all three of them on the inside of their left wrists, bonding them together. After wrapping them and giving final care instructions, Jared ushered Jason out the door. He returned to the kitchen to find Jensen and Y/N with their arms wrapped tightly around each other, and he joined them.

“Our love is infinite,” Jared whispered.

“Take me to bed and show me,” she mewled.

Jared’s house had soon become where they all called home, and she led her lovers to the master suite they shared. They wasted no time shedding their clothing and climbing into the oversized bed. Y/N reached out her hands, wrapping her slender digits around their lengths, stroking them to hardness.

“Can I have both of you?” she asked.

“Whatever you want,” Jensen moaned.

“Whatever you need,” Jared panted.

“Together, I want you both. Let’s try tonight.”

The promise of finally starting a family was all the motivation they needed. Jensen made himself comfortable between her legs, hanging off the end of the bed, licking wide stripes up her slit. He plunged two fingers inside her pussy, prepping her for what was to come. Hurting her was the last thing they wanted to do and Jensen took his time, adding a third finger, massaging her g-spot and sucking on her clit, bringing her to her first orgasm of the night. She panted heavily as he worked her through her high.

Jared retrieved the lube from the side table and slicked himself up before getting comfortable on the bed next to her and pulling her on top of him. He slid home easily, aided by the lube and her own wetness. “God you feel so good babe.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her down for a searing kiss.

“Jen,” she whined, grinding down on Jared’s dick.

“I’m right here, darling. Come one more time for us, darlin’. Come on Jared’s cock and I’ll be right here, waiting,” he drawled, stroking himself as he watched her ride.

“Fuck!” Jared reached down, rubbing her already swollen clit, pulling another climax from her. She bore down, her walls closing in on him. “I’m not gonna last if you do that again, babe.”

“Sorry, it just feels so good,” she mumbled, her face buried in Jared’s neck.

“It’s about to get better, just hold on,” Jensen declared, stepping between Jared’s legs. He watched as Y/N relaxed around Jared. Jensen slipped a lubed finger alongside Jared’s length, continuing to open her up even further. Her moans and Jared’s groans filled the room when Jensen added a second finger. He growled deep in his chest.

His own cock was lubed, and he withdrew his fingers from her hole, both Y/N and Jared letting out a deep breath. “I’m coming in. Just keep breathing.” Jensen eased the head of his dick to her opening, pushing in along Jared’s length slowly. It only took about a minute, but it seemed like an eternity before they were both fully seated inside of her.

“Oh my fucking god!” she cried out between them. “Somebody please fucking move!”

Jared pulled back, his hips pushing into the mattress, before thrusting back in. Both men groaned at the friction as Jensen pulled out and drove back in. Y/N had a steel grip on Jensen’s hand on her hip and Jared’s shoulder, her nails digging in as she held on. The men established a rhythm and accelerated their thrusting.

The screams from Y/N mixed with Jared’s grunting and Jensen’s growls. The view he had of both his and Jared’s cock stretching her open propelled him to his finish faster than he wished, but the pressure, the friction, it was all too much.

“I need to come,” Jensen blurted out as he thrust his hips against her ass.

“Me too,” Jared panted.

“I’m almost th-here a-again,” Y/N faltered.

Both men could feel her walls clenching down around them as they slid in and out. With a flutter, her body seized between them, her cries echoing off the neutral walls. “Fuck! Jen! Jare! Oh Christ!”

“Uh!” Jensen grunted and Jared followed closely behind with a primal growl, as they simultaneously emptied themselves inside her waiting womb. Jensen lowered himself over Y/N’s back, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses to her sweat slicked skin, while Jared buried his face in her hair, breathing her in deeply.

Y/N whimpered slightly, shifting her weight. “Jen.”

“Sorry,” he groaned, leaning back and feeling his softening cock slide from her pussy, leaking with his and Jared’s combined spendings. He slipped his arms around her waist, lifting her off Jared. He carried her to the head of the bed and laid her down gently.

When Jensen turned, he found Jared there with a warm washcloth. He took the cloth and gingerly cleaned between Y/N’s legs, allowing her to roll over to the middle of the bed. Jensen cleaned himself up as well, before discarding the soiled cloth. He and Jared slipped under the covers with her, holding her close between them.

“Thank you,” she murmured, snuggling closer to both of them.

“I love you. Thank you for letting us love you like that,” Jared whispered.

“We’d do anything for you, darlin’,” Jensen affirmed. “I love you.”

“I love you both, too. Do you think it worked?” she asked, looking up at both of them with hopeful eyes.

“Only time will tell. Now let’s get some rest,” Jared reasoned.

“It really did work,” she giggled, a hand over her mouth.

“Two heads are better than one,” Jared quipped. “Hmph!”

“Dude!” Jensen scolded him with a not-so-subtle back hand to the chest.

“Well, I just call ‘em like I see ‘em,” Jared argued.

“Have some tact. This is the love of our life you’re talking about,” Jensen reminded him.

“Jen, he’s not wrong. We may have had sex dozens of times that weekend, but I still think that was the one that drove it home,” Y/N defended Jared.

“People are going to think we’re nuts, not wanting to know which of us is the father,” Jensen commented.

“It doesn’t matter. This baby will serve as definitive proof of nature versus nurture. Neither of you will love this child more just because it shares your DNA,” she argued.

“You’re absolutely right, babe. Our love is infinite. For each other and little Tex,” Jared agreed, placing his hand on her bump.

Over breakfast the next morning, the three of them made an important phone call.

“Hi Sam! It’s Y/N.”

“And Jared!”

“Hi Sam, it’s Jensen.”

“Hey guys! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Samantha inquired, her heart beating out of her chest.

“How do you feel about exclusives?”

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afictionaladventure16 · 6 years ago

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Safe and Sound (Robert Downey Jr. x Daughter!Reader)

Chapter 7

Masterlist

Previously on Safe and Sound...

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,254

A/N: So, I’ve never been to Comic-Con, just the small one here in my city. Which that Comic-Con is VERY SMALL, so I really don’t know what the actual Comic-Cons are like so this is all going based off guesses. So... Bear with me!

“I don’t know,” your father began to say, it had been a week since finding the adoption papers, and it was getting harder to act as if everything was normal. You hesitated at times when calling the people in the same house as you, mom and dad. Were they even your parents? Or were they your kidnappers? He watched you pack your drawstring backpack with some necessities you were going to need for the Comic-Con.“I don’t like you staying out late on a school night, hon,” he said quietly, “maybe you can get a refund on the tickets? We could have a movie night!” you looked over at him, he had a smile plastered on his face.

You sighed, “(Y/B/F/N) and I have been planning this for a while now, you know that” you said as you placed your portable charger in the bag. “Anyway, I should be home around Ten tonight.” That was if everything went according to the plan… well, you guys didn’t really have a plan, you were just playing it by ear.

He let out a defeated sigh, of course, he wouldn’t want to ruin your plans you had made for months now but he still felt uneasy about the situation, “call me when you’re on your way home,” he informed you. “I’ll be expecting you home by Ten okay? Eleven is the latest.” You gave him a nod.

You heard a car honk outside, you walked over to your window, “That’s them,” you said as you spotted your best friend waving you over from her house.

“Do you have some spending money?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you gave him a small smile and grabbed your bag, you passed him, “I’ll see you later!” You called out as you walked down the stairs.

“Call me!” He yelled out as you walked out of the house.

You walked over to the house next door, “took you long enough,” (Y/B/F/N) said as you walked up to her.

“My dad was trying to convince me not to go as I packed my drawstring bag,” you explained.

She gasped, “were you able to put you know what in your bag?”

You nod, “I placed it in there last night just in case,” you said with a smile.

“Kind of weird, he didn’t want you going, don’t you think?”

You tried your best not to think about it but it was kind of weird that he was so adamant to get you to stay home. Especially since he had been so excited about this for a while, well, actually until last week. When it had been announced that Robert Downey Jr. would be attending SDCC. You shook away your thoughts, “I don’t know,” you said with a shrug.

“You girls ready?” Your best friends dad said as he rolled down the window. You hadn’t noticed he had been waiting in the car for you guys.

“Sorry, dad!” Your best friend quickly said as she ran over to the passenger seat, you got into the backseat.

The ride to the convention was peaceful, but your nerves were everywhere. You didn’t know how this was going to play out and how you would feel afterward.

“We’re here!” Your best friend said with glee as she got off the car, you quickly got off.

“You girls have fun!” Her dad said. You both waved him goodbye as he drove off.

“Alright, we have to hurry up and get to Misha’s photo op!” Your best friend said. You both scrambled inside, going to the check-in booth, grabbing your lanyards for the photo op. The ladies at the booth gave you directions to where the photo op would be held, you guys tried your best to follow these directions, having to ask for help from random people at times because you guys did get lost. You finally found the spot where Misha Collins photo op would be held. You guys waited in line, “alright! Brainstorming time!” Your best friend whispered.

“Maybe we should wait until we get to his panel to brainstorm because right now we have no idea what’s going to happen, maybe after his panel, he’ll do a small meet and greet? I don’t know,” you sighed, “I’m not sure how these things work,” you said softly.

Your best friend gave you a nod, “you’re right, we should wait until we get to his panel to do anything. For now, let’s get excited!! We’re gonna meet Misha fucking Collins for christ sake! Castiel!!”

You laughed at your best friends excitement, she was right, you needed to get excited. You needed to get your mind off things. The line moved rather quickly, it was soon your turn, and Misha was a huge sweetheart! You hugged him longer than expected but he didn’t mind, he gently rubbed your back through the hug. He knew that sometimes his fans needed that comfort. You asked to do a prom pose and he was clearly very excited about it. Once you got your photo with Misha, he said to not miss out on the panel which you told him you wouldn’t. You walked out of the area to find your best friend dancing from excitement.

“We just met Misha Collins!!!” She said as she ran up to you.

You laughed, “let’s make our way to the Supernatural panel so we can get some good seats.” She agreed, you both then scrambled over to the room for the panel. You guys were lucky enough to find seats in the front row. Soon enough more people began to fill up the room and the panel began. You both sat and listened when it came time to ask questions you got the chance to ask a question for all the actors.

“Hi!” it was obvious that you were nervous, “this is for all of you, but I was wondering what is one thing you took from your character, personality wise, that has changed you in a better way?” You handed the mic back to the lady. The actors pondered your question for a bit and had some pretty good answers. Jensen told you directly that he liked your question which caused you to smile from ear to ear. Soon enough, the panel finished, you were still in awe by what just happened.

“We have to go!” Your best friend said as she grabbed your arm.

You quickly realized that you guys only had a short amount of time left until Robert’s panel was finished, you raced over to where his panel was being held. You stood there a bit shocked at the man standing on stage talking, it was him. Robert Downey Jr.

The man that could essentially be your father. “Look,” your best friend nudges you, she gestured with her head towards the hallway that was next to the stage, a hallway with only one security guard by it. “I distract, you slip by,” she whispers as she looks around to make sure no one is listening.

“Thank you guys, for coming out! It’s been a pleasure!” You heard Robert say into the mic, the crowd cheers.

“If we’re doing this, we have to do it now, (y/n).”

This was probably your only choice at trying to get to Robert, to at least make some type of contact with him, and try to find out more information on who you were. “Let’s do it,” you gave your best friend a nod and you both sprung into action.

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Shake It Off Part 1

AN: Spangenrebingo: Jared Padalecki

Reader age 25

Words ~4000

Summary: Jared has a medical emergency, and a fan surprises the boys with help.

Warnings: Seizures, hospital, medical emergencies, panic feelings, flangst

Jared x Jensen (platonic)

Jensen x reader (platonic)

Jared x Reader (platonic)

Gen x Jared

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Chicago

“Hi, guys. I’m nervous.” The fan gave Jensen and Jared a hug each.

“Don’t be nervous! We don’t bite.” Jared smiled lovingly.

“Yes, please don’t.” The adoring fan chuckled.

“What pose would you like?” Jensen asked.

“Can I just get a hug, please? I just need a hug.” She beamed at her current situation.

“You okay?” Jared asked, concerned at her comment.

“Yep!”

They took the photo and then continued interacting and posing with other fans.

—————

“Hey, darlin’.” Jared walked into one of the break rooms in the hotel. He saw the con volunteer in her required outfit eating her lunch. “You took a photo today! It was so nice to meet you! I’m Jared.” He extended his hand. She stood and shook it. “Nice, strong shake you got there.”

“I’m YN. Nice to meet you too. Hopefully I didn’t freak out too bad. I am a volunteer. I need to get my crap together.” YN looked away from him.

“We’re just people too, kid. You want some pizza?” He gestured to the table with boxes of pizzas on top.

“That’s only for the cast and crew. Volunteers have to bring their own.” YN shrugged.

“Here, have some pizza.” Jared took some pizza from a box, put it on a plate, and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” She said quietly.

“What’s up with you? You don’t like pizza?”

YN laughed. “I’m like the Ninja Turtles. I am fueled by pizza, actually.” YN kept a straight face. Confused, Jared tilted his head as she started laughing.

“You’re good, kid, you’re good,”. Jared acknowledges her sense i humor. “Jensen and I pull that crap all the time on set. You would fit right in.”

“Yeah, I don’t act. That would never happen.”

“You never know, darlin’. Okay, onto autographs. I’ll see you around!”

—————

Jacksonville

“You’re okay. I know this is super exciting, but they are kind and loving. How long have you been watching the show?” YN tried to sooth a fan who was anxious to take her photo with Jensen, Jared, and Misha.

“Ummm,” She sniffled. “Two years.”

“Me too! Are you caught up yet?” YN kept her engaged to calm her.

“Almost!” She shrieked.

“Next!” A photo op volunteer yelled.

“Go. You’re going to be great. They are lovely.” YN encouraged her to walk into the photo room with the cast.

“Okay, thanks!” The girl wiped her tears and smiled back at YN as she walked to say hello to the boys.

Phew.

YN took a deep sigh as she escorted the last fan away from the photo op area.

“Hey! You okay?” Jensen and Jared walked up to her.

“Yes. I’m sure you know nothing about long days.” She offered them a dry chuckle.

“Not a clue. I’m Jensen.”

YN shook his hand and smiled.

“How long have you been volunteering?”

“A while, right?” Jared guessed.

“This is my third con. I’ve been a fan for a few years though.”

“Thank you for helping us make this whole ‘con’ thing. It makes a difference,” Jensen grinned.

“Well, you’re welcome.” YN beamed. “I need to go clean up, excuse me, boys.”

As the cons continued, YN seemed more tired.

“What’s going on? You’re exhausted, kid.” Jensen looked YN over.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Dean Winchester,” she gave a small smile.

“Jensen! We need you!” A staffer called for him.

“I’ll talk to you later, YN.”

With J2 on stage, YN was charged with overseeing the fans in line to ask questions. She had noticed that Jared seemed absolutely lethargic earlier. YN saw how close he stayed to Jensen, and she found it odd behavior for him based on her previous experience. As another fan stepped to the microphone, out of the corner of YN’s eye, she saw that Jared fell out of his chair after slumping over. She noted his whole body shaking. Jensen quickly moved the chairs out of the way.

Without thinking, YN ran on the stage and grabbed a microphone. “Cameras down and all available volunteers on stage now!”

As the volunteers arrived, she told them to line the stage and face the crowd so that no one could take video or see Jared in that state.

“He’s having a seizure,” she informed Jensen and a few band members who tried to help. “Don’t touch him. Get medical now. He’s been seizing for 30 seconds already. We need help.” YN saw people in white shirts move everyone, including herself, out of the way while the crowd was silent. Before Jensen knew it, Jared was off to the hospital. Not allowed in the ambulance, he walked off the stage in shock. After taking a breath, YN followed him backstage. “Jensen?” She asked quietly.

“Not now, kid.” He turned to her, his eyes glassy.

“Breathe,” was all she said. Surprised no one had come back to check on Jensen, she continued.

“He-. He just started shaking!” Jensen’s voice went high.

“I know,” she responded calmly. “If you want to be there for him, then you have to calm down. You don't know anything yet. I know it’s scary, but you have to be calm.”

Still in shock, he fumbled with his phone and dropped it.

“I have to call Gen. Or Dee. Or-“ he scrambled.

“I’m sure someone has already let her know. Looks like everyone has gone to the hospital.” She peered around the curtain. Seeing no one out there and fans slowly leaving, YN saw the urgency in his eyes. “I’ll get you a ride. You have Uber on your phone?” He nodded. “Give it to me.” Jensen picked it up and shakingly gave it to the girl. “Come on. The driver will meet you outside.” YN led him to the hotel entrance. When the car arrived, she verified that it was the correct driver, and she said goodbye. “Wish him well,” YN waved. “It will be okay.”

———-

@JensenAckles Thank you to the lovely fan who made such a difference today. Sasquatch is recovering. Updates to follow. We love our #SPNfamily !

@Spnfambam that girl was in charge. So glad she hid Jared from the crowd. I wouldn’t want my medical emergency all over the internet either.

@mollypolly that idiot ruined some good gossip! Bitch.

@samanddeannnn the fan was so calm. I was in the audience. So respectful and caring of her to do what she did. I think she was a volunteer, too.

———

Jared recovered slowly. The past few months’ memories were gone, but his current short term memory was active. After only a few hours in the ER, he was released into Jensen’s care. Since they were in Dallas, Jensen rented a car and drove it home to Austin. The show had to be out on hold for a week, because Jared needed to rest.

“Do you remember what she did?” Jensen asked Jared in the Padalecki home.

“What?”

“Here,” Jensen pulled up a convention video that displayed YN’s heroics.

“She did that for me? No one saw me?”

“She had the volunteers stand in the way. Most people put their phones down anyway. YN got me an Uber to get to the hospital. They wouldn’t let me ride in the ambulance,” Jensen smiled appreciatively at her helping them.

“Wow. Wasn’t she that volunteer? My memory is really bad, so maybe not. I can’t re-“

“Oh yeah! Umm… YN, I think. We really do need to thank her,” Jensen suggested. “No, dude. Take a breath.” He saw Jared’s face change and breathing quicken.

“I can’t believe I did that in front- of-”

“We took care of it, and no one really saw anything anyway.”

Jared’s expression froze. Speechless, he searched Jensen’s face.

“Breathe, buddy. Let’s change the subject. You wanna watch some bad TV?” The older one smiled.

-------------

@JensenAckles as many know, the moose had a little emergency today. Thanks to the fan who helped us today. He is recovering. Updates to follow. Thoughts and prayers appreciated.

“Oh, crap!” YN whispered in her Dallas apartment. “Jensen tweeted about me?” She slammed her laptop shut. “Shit.”

Her phone kept buzzing.

“What?!” YN growled to herself.

BEST FRIENDDDD

What in the actual hell did you do at the convention? You’re a hero!

JA tweeted about me! I’m so- I don’t know!

BEST FRIENDDDD

Check insta! If you don’t tell him, I will!

YN opened the app and found Jensen’s profile. A screenshot of a fan’s video showed YN at the mic after Jared had landed on the ground.

@JensenAckles Anyone know who this is? Jared and I want to say thank you.

No! It’s not a big deal!

BEST FRIENDDDD

They’ll find out. Creation has your information and will recognize you.

Damnit. Well, let ‘em, I guess. Thanks for the heads’ up. I need to go sleep off the day.

BEST FRIENDDDD

Good night, sweetie.

______

“Tell me who she is.” Jared called the Creation Entertainment volunteer coordinator.

“It’s confidential, Mr. Padalecki,” she responded with a huff.

“I will have you fired,” he growled. “I know it’s not against the law, now tell me.”

He heard rustling in the background, papers shuffling.

“YN LN.”

Jared also demanded her phone number.

“Was that so damn hard?” Jared hung up and threw his phone on the couch.

“You need to chill,” Gen walked into the room. “You are okay, and you have to calm down. I get that you feel a little out of control, but you better damn well not growl at our babies like that,” she wrapped her arms around him, grace evident in her voice.

“Sorry,” he whispered into her hair. “Woah, dizzy.” He fell back into the couch, and Gen stumbled almost falling with him. “Sorry, lost my balance. Must be the meds. Didn’t mean to trip you.”

“I’ll go get you some water. Relax a minute.” Gen exited

————-

Jared had some trouble maneuvering, but he went back to work. Not being able to run much, the writers and directors gave Jensen more fight scenes, Dean protecting Sam mostly.

“I could protect myself, ya know,” Jared sighed to his TV brother.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jensen responded with a deep sigh. He looked over his forearms which had scrapes and bruises covering them.

“I’ll ask them to give me more of the fighting so that you don’t get hur-“

“No. You can barely walk straight. We don’t need a head injury. You are already compromised.” Jensen tried to walk past Jared while the younger one lay on the couch, but Jared grabbed his arm.

“I CAN,” he growled.

“I’m not having this fight with you. The stunt coordinator will never give you stuff to do when you are stumbling over yourself!” Jensen loudly exclaimed his frustration with a groan coming from the back of his throat.

“Why?!” Jared screamed back.

“Because you had a seizure! You’re on meds, and you’re still recovering, that’s why!” Jensen turned to face him fully, staring him down.

“I’m so tired of people treating me with kid gloves! Come on!” Jared stood up, puffed out his chest and backed Jensen into the corner of his trailer.

“Sit down before you fall over, Jared,” Jensen gave a warning. The taller one went to latch onto Jensen’s collar. Jensen pushed him off as smoothly as he could as to not knock him down. He took Jared’s wrists and walked him backward, pushing him to the couch again. “You aren’t you before the seizure. I get it. But you don’t get to feel sorry for yourself either. Now own where you are and work to recover!”

“I can’t!”

“Get out of your damn head, or I swear I will fly your therapist here in person.”

“No! Don’t!” Jared put his hands up in defense.

“Then call him, and get your head on straight,” Jensen handed him a phone and crossed his arms. Jared dropped it on the couch dismissively.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Before the younger one knew it, Jensen had the psychologist on the phone. “....Yeah, he needs to get it through his skull that he is okay. Here,” Jensen handed the phone to Jared once again. Glaring, Jared sighed in defeat and took it, putting it to his ear.

“Hi, doc,” he gulped.

Feeling as though his job was done, Jensen exited the trailer.

A half hour later, the wardrobe department called for Jared to change clothes. He wiped a hand over his face as he walked down the steps of his trailer to walk across the set.

“Feel better?” Jensen asked his friend.

“Go away. Stop trying to help me,” Jared tried to shove the oldest man. Jensen spun him around and slammed him against the trailer, his chest hitting the wall. “Ow!” In his haze, he landed on his knees. Jensen held Jared’s head against the side of the trailer with pressure to keep him still.

“Stop! You need to stop. This is where you are right now. It sucks. Feel it. Get emotional. Punch something. Just own it!” Jensen stated authoritatively. “Breathe. One thing at a time,” the friend let go of his head. Jared looked back at Jensen in defeat, eyes sad. “You can do this, but you have to accept where you are right now. You’re dizzy, tired, and frustrated. You have trouble doing stuff. You’ll get better. You already have and it’s been two weeks. It’s okay not to be okay. Do you want to live, or do you want to sit back and be overwhelmed?” Jensen stepped and turned so that he could face Jared. The older Winchester extended his hand. “Come on.” Jared accepted the gesture and stood up with Jensen’s help.

“Okay,” he whispered. Wiping his face again, the tallest actor walked toward the wardrobe trailer.

________

YN’s phone started ringing. Since she didn’t recognize the number, she dismissed it to her voicemail. Surprised that a voicemail was left rather than just a missed call, YN listened to it.

“Hi, umm. This message is for YN LN. Uh-”the voice took a breath. “This is Jared Pada-” YN ended the recording and gasped. In shock, she started breathing quickly. Landing on her bed, she rocked herself back and forth to calm down. After a final deep breath, she listed to it again.

“... Jensen showed me a video of what happened, and I just wanted to say thank you. I knew you were an amazing person, but I didn’t know you were kickass like that.”

YN smiled but kept listening.

“Umm. This is my personal number. Text me or call me. I want to ask you something. Have a good night. Always keep fighting.”

She heard a click.

“What does he want with me?”

YN froze. Should she call him back? Ignore him? No, she couldn’t do that. Call him, it is.

He answered on the first ring.

“Hi, YN.”

“Hi, Mr. Padalecki. Are you feeling better?”

“Please call me Jared. You did save my life after all,” he laughed into the phone. “Yes, much. And I have you to thank for that. The reason I was calling was because I don’t really remember what happened. Doc said that was normal. How did you know to do all that stuff? I mean, you just jumped in and took charge.”

“Sir, it’s not a big deal. Really.”

“Please just answer my question,” he pleaded.

“I just respect you a lot and seeing you like that made me want to protect you, I guess,” YN shrugged even though Jared couldn't see her body language.

Silence.

“Jared? You there?”

She heard his pitch change.

“Yeah. I don’t know what to say other than thank you. Something like this is a lot to deal with anyway, but the fact that it happened in front of thousands of people…”

“Well, you’re welcome, sir. I love your show and respect you a lot. Are you recovering?”

“Slowly. Jensen had to set me straight a few times, but I am okay.”

“I understand. It takes a while,” she affirmed him.

“Wait, what?” Jared backtracked.

“It’s going to be okay. Promise,” YN said vaguely.

“How do you understand?” Jared pressed her.

“Have a good day, Jared,” she cut him off.

“Wait! I’m sorry. I need to go, but thank you for everything. Can I contact you again?”

“Sure,” YN answered. “Bye, Jared.”

———

Jared Padalecki called me! Like… what?!”

BEST FRIENDDDD

Huh?! What did he say?!”

He thanked me for what I did. He kind of pushed for info when I said that I understood, but I kind of shut him down. Still hard to talk about.

BEST FRIENDDDD

Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry. It’s okay. He would realize what you’re feeling if he knew.

I know.

————-

“Hi, YN. It’s Jared,” he said calmly into the phone.

Tentatively, she gave a ‘hello’.

“Did you have a medical emergency?” He asked abruptly.

“Jared- please,” she stopped.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m drowning over here. Gen’s here and she suggested I call you again. I feel so… stuck.”

“Oh. Hi, Gen,” YN quietly stated.

“Hi!” The wife yelled via speakerphone.

“Trust me. You will be okay.”

“How? How do you know that?”

YN took a deep breath.

“I had a minor stroke in front of a crowd once. No one stopped to help me other than one person calling for emergency services,” the young adult admitted. “It’s hard to talk about.”

“That I understand.”

“It sucks. It just does. I’m sure you know to take it a step at a time, but that was the only way I could deal with it. I took the wins, big and small. I had to drop out of school for a semester and get my medicine and therapies figured out. Jared, I loved school, and I had to give it up. But it was okay. I could have thrown in the towel, but you say to always keep fighting, so I fought. Went back the next semester, and I earned my degree. I am not going to sit on my ass when there is life to be lived,” she stated with conviction. “Get up, take a deep breath, and fight one battle at a time.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-five. Why?”

“You’re wise for your age.”

“Nah. Just learned some life lessons. I’m sorry that you’re struggling, but you CAN do this. Promise.”

“How did you recover, YN?”

“Friends. They drug me to physical therapy. And eventually regular therapy. It was a small enough stroke that I could do exercises to make my body fully recover. You wouldn’t know now.”

“What about your family?” Jared asked.

“Umm. They don’t know that I go to therapy. They’re a very “just deal with it,” kinda group. That’s why I moved out. And the reason I also started volunteering for IAmAlive. I can give back. It’s my own kind of therapy.”

“Wow. That’s amazing.”

“You gave me the strength to get out from under the control of people who hate feelings,” YN admitted. “I needed to fight for me.”

“That’s right. Look, you wanna come to Vancouver? We’re back and shooting now before the next convention. I’m trying to stay under the radar since everything happened,” he got quiet.

“Umm. Sure. I- I don’t know what to say.” YN stuttered.

“Well, you can say yes, because I would really like to hear more of your story, YN.”

“Great!”

“I’ll have my agent call you and get you a flight, okay? Can’t wait to see you!”

“Same. Bye, Jared!”

————

YN arrived in Vancouver for the week. She was treated well with drivers and a nice hotel room near the set of Supernatural. When she was picked up, both Jared and Jensen were inside the van.

“Uh. Hi, guys,” shocked they were right in front of her.

“Hey, come on!” Jared motioned for her to enter the vehicle.

“Right,” she remembered to move her feet.

They drove fifteen minutes before they got to the set.

“Come hang out in the trailers.” Jared led the group of three.

The cast and crew welcomed her with open arms. As the boys got ready, the makeup and hair department pulled her aside for a Winchester makeover, but she didn’t know the purpose yet. Wardrobe fitted her with jeans, boots, and an oversized flannel that she suspected was Sam’s since it smelled like Jared. The ends of her plaid shirt were tight into a knot so that it fit her body style better. She turned around after putting on the clothes and looked in the mirror. Her braided hair and simple makeup made her smile.

“I like the boots! And everything!” She exclaimed. When YN walked down the steps to the lot, Misha saw her and complimented her.

“Do you like your Supernatural makeover?” He laughed.

“It’s amazing,” she sighed happily.

“There you are! Okay, let’s go!” Jared wrapped an arm around his new friend and guided her to the set. Her jaw dropped at everything in front of her. She was on the set of supernatural. With some of her favorite celebrities. Ever. What?! “Okay. You wanna act, darlin’?” He looked down at her.

“Uh. Excuse me?”

“You said you would never be able to act. Now’s your chance. You want to?”

“Please?” Jensen whined playfully as he walked up to the pair.

“Were you planning this all along?” YN smirked.

“You get to be an extra today. Just follow the direction of the PA. She’ll take care of you. Promise,” Jared smiled.

“Yes! Thank you!” She hugged them both.

After getting instruction from the crew, she learned that her job was to be annoyed with the boys.

Dean walks into dinner near a college campus. He notes all of the students studying.

“Nerds,” he huffs. Dean sees a girl with books in her arms with narrowed eyes at him. After hearing him, she rolls her eyes and elbow-checks him, he stumbles backward. Sam starts cackling as she exits.

“That’s what you get, you jerk!” Sam laughs.

“Cut!”

The PA said, “Back to One!”

YN returned to her beginning place in the scene with a grin on her face.

“Hey!” Jensen yelled for her attention. She froze. “No laughing in Supernatural!”

YN almost dropped her books from laughing so hard at the variation of the famous line from the show. The cast joined in when she continued to giggle. YN took a breath and sat down at the booth to start the scene over.

They did the scene a few more times before moving on. She sat in her official cast chair while the cast and crew worked. It was amazing to see them in their element.

“How’d you like that?” Jared asked.

“So fun! I mean, I’m angry at Dean all the time for being an ass on the show anyway,” she giggled.

“HEY!” Jensen growled. “I’m offended!” He put a hand to his chest.

_______

“I’m still a little out of it. It’s tough tripping over everything, and I have to gain some skills back. I talk slow and I can’t carry a conversation.”

“Jared.” YN interrupted him. “What have you improved on?”

“Oh gosh. Not you too. Jensen was asking me that earlier,” he chuckled as they ate their lunches together.

“Take the wins.”

“I am just struggling so much.”

“I know. It’s okay. But struggling means you’re getting somewhere. Fight. You know you have to.”

“But what if I don’t want to?”

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preface2adreamplay · 5 years ago

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Under Your Spell (Part 10) - Ashes On My Shoes

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing.

Chapter WC: 2,458

The night of the Texas show was here. Stef was always nervous for every gig, why wouldn’t she be? There were a hundred and one ways that things could go sideways. Most of them had already happened during her career. But Jared would be at this show. He had text her to say he was incoming, ’With the boys.’ She assumed Jensen would be joining him.

The bus was parked up next to the venue, the first of bands that were playing with them had started their set. Stef was already dressed for the stage, usually she kept it simple enough but tonight she made a special effort to be a little more flamboyant. Claire had helped her put together this flowing ensemble. A dress with a plunging neckline that just about reached to her navel, long sleeves and a train of black and silver material that followed her around as she walked. It was a flirty, Morticia Addams inspired dress with a slit up the front that came up to her knees. When she moved it dragged behind her, showing off her long legs.

The legs that Jared had kissed and ran his fingers up and down teasingly the last time they were together. He said he loved her legs. She loved them when they were wrapped around his waist.

‘Focus, Stef.’ she scolded herself in the hand held mirror she used to put on her make up.

Just then her tour manager pulled open the door, shouting ‘you decent?’

‘Yeah, come on in,’ Stef had one more coat of mascara to do and she was done.

‘Wow, you look great. You going on a date afterwards?’ Jeff was cool, he was a friend from years back, from the beginning. Always a good guy to have with you on tour. You needed a snack at 3am, he got it. You needed a replacement guitar string before you ran on stage, he had it ready.

‘Maybe.’

Jeff carried on with his checklist, talking to himself more than to her.

‘Your stuff is on stage, the band are hanging in the waiting room. You staying on the bus?’

‘Nah, I’m going to go in now.’

‘Just so you know there are some fans at the gate, waiting for you.’

There were always a few people hanging around the venue before her shows. The first time she got off a bus with people shouting her name was definitely one of the highlights of the business for her. They were the reason why she still did shows. Her fans were always hungry for more music.

Recognising a few of the faces in the crowd, Stef hung with them for a few minutes.

They were complimentary about her ‘new style,’ asking if it was for the new album.

She agreed, butterflies nesting in her stomach again at the thought that she had made this effort just for Jared. What had become of her?

Smiling and doing her best poses with the fans, she waved them goodbye. Promising to give them a shoutout from the stage.

The venue was packed. Though she put that down to the most excellent support acts that were with her. Slipping into the backstage area through the rear entrance, she noticed her band mates were rowdy.

‘What is it about the Texas crowds that get you guys so wound up?’ She laughed, watching the empty mini bottles of Jager tumble down from their ludicrous game of dominoes.

‘What is it about Texas that’s got you looking like that?’ Evan queried, the boys wolf whistled.

‘Settle down.’ She scolded. Forever the mother. These guys had been around nearly as long as Jeff. She found them all adorable and annoying, referring to them as her ‘hairy ass babies.’

Curing her nerves with two glasses of whiskey, she saw the second support act coming backstage, sweaty and loud.

They’d be up next.

Jeff appeared again, ‘Hey Stef, c’mere.’

‘Your friends just arrived,’ he said in a hushed tone, nodding his head towards Jared and Jensen. Misha stepped out from behind the two taller men and waved energetically. ‘Hey!’ he called across the corridor at her.

Stef ushered them into the room. Giving Jensen and Jared a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. Jared was smiling from ear to ear, but said nothing.

‘Hey hot momma,’ Jensen tried to keep a straight face, glancing at Jared. ‘Can’t wait for the show. We brought this idiot, he loves your music too.’

‘I’m a new fan.’ Misha pulled her into a tight hug. ‘Not as big a fan as Jared, but I still love your stuff.’

Misha seemed to be a guy you could instantly like. Stef patted him on the back, letting him know that the hug was done.

’Sorry, I’m excited to meet you. Jared talks about you non stop.’

‘Do I?’ Jared was looking at Stef, taking her in, his eyes pausing on all the right places of the dress.

‘You do, actually.’ Jensen clapped his friend on the back. ‘Come on, let’s get ready for this show then.’ He gave Misha a playful push out the door and threw Jared a look that said ‘hurry up.’

When they had disappeared, Jeff pointing the way up to the box Stef had booked for them, Jared was still standing over her. ‘You look beautiful.’

She could feel herself getting a little bashful. ‘Thank you,’ she replied, deciding it was best to just say it rather than pass it off as ‘this old thing?’

‘Good luck, I can’t wait to see you play.’ He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. That surprised her, she didn’t think he wanted to advertise that they were somewhat ‘together.’

‘I can’t wait to play for you.’ Stef smiled, giving his chin a little tug.

‘You got about five minutes,’ Jeff came back and took Jared by the arm, leading him out of the door.

With the lights glaring into her face, she could never see the crowd. That often helped with her nerves. Being up there made her feel so vulnerable, that was why she loved doing it so much. It was like therapy, pouring her heart out into the songs and letting them take over. The crowd were waiting impatiently when the lights went down. It was her cue to walk on stage. The guys were at their instruments, playing the intro to the new single. Stef reached the mic as the beat kicked in, her words flowing easily. Everything sounded right. In the moment, she forgot everyone around her. Forgot about Jared sitting forward in his seat taking in the show, watching her move with the music, doubled over when the high notes required it.

There was little time to chat between songs, Stef preferred it that way. It was easier to just get on with it.

She hated the ‘hey there..*insert city* you’re the best.’

Halfway through the set, she thanked the crowd for coming out, introduced the band and pulled out her acoustic guitar.

‘This isn’t usual for me, I like to kick it full steam ahead for you guys. But, someone recently sang this song to me and it revived some old feelings. Despair and lost love. Sounds good, right?’ The crowd whooped and cheered.

‘Ok, cool.’ Stef started right into the song, keeping the pace that Jared had set when he sang it to her on the floor of Jensen’s cabin the night they first made love.

Burning soft skin of two

Trying hard to let go of you

Hoping it will do

Pulled right out from underneath you

She heard the crowd singing it along with her, her breath caught in her throat when she finished the song, pushing her guitar aside and holding up her hands in thanks to the fans.

‘You know what, I don’t usually say this, but y’all ARE the fuckin’ best.’

Backstage, everyone was in high spirits. The whiskey was flowing and Stef was so buzzed. Misha was taking pictures of the band, wanting her to strike some ridiculous poses with Jensen and Jared.

Several of the shots made it on to instagram. Jared and ‘the boys,’ each posted a picture with Stef, exclaiming about how great the show had been and how excited they were to be invited backstage.

Stef even posted one with Misha, Jensen and Jared holding her up as she lay across them. There were so many comments on it, she just didn’t have the energy to read them.

Back on the bus, the guys were continuing their little party in the ‘living area’ behind the driver. Jared had come back with Stef to have a chat before they had to go.

Checking that no one was watching, Stef pulled him halfway into her tiny bunk, there was no way the both of them would fit in there but they managed to squeeze in, legs dangling out from behind the curtain. Giggling like teenagers, they made out for a while. Jared punctuating each kiss with how much he enjoyed the show. Eventually, after several phone calls from an increasingly pissed Jensen, Jared took his leave. Kissing her wrist to her shoulder and then giving her several kisses that made her head spin, he left.

‘Stefanie’s got a boyfriend!’ One of the guys stuck his head out through the sliding door of the living area, he was so drunk he could barely stand.

‘Shut the fuck up,’ Stef threw a pair of his balled up socks at him. ‘And clean up after your-damn-selves.’

The next day they were playing a much smaller venue, but the crowds were still coming out, thankfully.

Stef had taken a moment to look at her tagged posts on social media. There were a few great shots taken the night before, she was incredibly grateful her tits didn’t pop out of her dress.

‘Wow, you know J2?’ ‘OMG Jensen’ ‘OMG Jared’. Was how most of the comments were going. Several were suggesting she was fucking one of them, or all three.

‘She sucks, her music sucks and she’s ugly.’ Charming. Stef often deleted the nasty ones, coz who wants to see them, right?

There were more followers on all platforms, that was nice. More people to hear the music, she supposed.

Her heart skipped a beat on seeing a post on insta from Jared. It was a picture of them striking a ridiculous pose, his arm around her waist. They were doing their best blue steel. The second was a shot of him, Jensen and Misha heads together at the show and the third was Stef on stage, she couldn’t recall what part of the night it was.

‘If anyone gets a chance to see this girl live, go see her. You rocked us last night, Stef. So proud of you.’ Several love hearts.

Misha commented, ‘get your hands off my girl, Jared.’

Jared: ‘And how long do you know her that you think you can lay claim?’

Jensen posted several laughing emojis, ‘as MJ said boys, ‘the girl is mine.’

Stef liked each of the comments. Adding her own ‘I’d take all three of you, no problem.’ To which Jared added a sad face and a broken heart.

Her phone began vibrating, the long stream of comments disappearing. Oscar’s name was flashing on screen.

‘Hello, Oscar.’ Her voice was a little husky from the night before.

‘There she is. I see your show was well received last night.’

‘Oh?’ She feigned ignorance.

‘There is a write up about it already, some fans of Supernatural are getting quite excited about it. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone from the show would you?’

‘Maybe.’

She heard Oscar sighing down the phone where there would usually be laughter.

‘You better not be messing around with a married man, Effie.’

‘Why would that be any of your fucking business, Oscar?’

‘I thought as much, you won’t deny it either. I noticed something about you when you came down for Dar’s party.’

‘You noticed what?’

‘Well, don’t get me wrong you are always lovely but you were simply glowing when you arrived at the airport.’

‘Oh shut up, you’re so full of crap.’

‘Am I?’

She supposed he wasn’t. But again, she didn’t want to tell him he was right.

‘Yeah, your silence speaks volumes.’

‘I’m a big girl, Oscar. I look out for myself. Always have.’

The last two words stung him and she knew it. He shifted in his chair, she heard him clear his throat the way he always did, before he wanted to launch into a speech about how she was getting herself into trouble.

’Before you start, because I know what you’re going to say!’ She warned, hearing him start to tell her to watch herself.

‘I appreciate your concern, but I’m not getting myself into anything I haven’t thought about for many sleepless nights. We have...an agreement.’

Oscar scoffed, ‘so you’re fucking a married man. That’s fine is it?’

‘It is for us, Oscar. Please don’t judge me.’

‘I can’t not judge you. What’s with you lately? You’re not really acting like yourself.’

‘Hey, you told me I needed to loosen up a bit.’

‘Loosening up a little means go out with your friends more and have some fun. Not start a relationship with a married guy. A famous married one at that. Jesus, Stef, you have to be more careful.’

‘Oscar, I appreciate the concern.’

‘That’s it? No fighting back?’

‘I don’t want to fight, not with you. I can’t fight with you anymore.’

Oscar was sighing again. ‘Promise me, you’ll be sensible. I can’t stand seeing you broken hearted.’

‘Oh don’t start that shit again, please.’ Stef buried her face in the crook of her arm, laying across her bunk.

‘I mean it, Stefanie. Don’t do that to yourself, you’re worth more than that. You’re more than a mistress.’

‘I know that. And as I said, it works for both of us right now.’

‘Yeah, yeah sure. You frustrate me so much, you know that?’

‘I do. It’s why you love me though.’

Perhaps she had chosen the wrong words, his voice which had been pleading was now just sad.

‘Fuck sakes. I’m shaking my head right now, but you can’t see me.’

Stef bit her nails, ‘yeah but I can imagine it, vividly. You still got that nice head of hair?’

‘Yep, I’m shaving it off as soon as this movie is done.’

‘I hate your bald head.’ Stef complained.

‘I am doing it just to annoy you, and I will be sending pictures.’

‘Ugh, delete me from your life please.’

‘Never,’ he smiled a little, ‘I gotta go.’

‘Later Oscar.’

‘Goodbye, love.’

CHAPTER 11

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bunnymcbunnister · 5 years ago

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SPN Season 15 Spoiler Sheet, update 9/9

Hope everyone enjoyed the gag reel today! This week brings us a few tiny tidbits about 15x5 and a few general (although confusing) spoilers from Dabb.

General Info (oldest to newest)

There is likely to be 20 episodes

They are filming the 4th episode 1st, which Jensen is directing

Returning this year are: Rowena, Ketch, Eileen,Amara, and Adam

Jared and Jensen know the ending. Jensen struggled with it at first. Misha does not know the ending as of SDCC

Matt Cohen and Richard Speight Jr. will direct

Sam, Dean, and Cas will struggle with the concept of free will and if they ever really had it

The focus will be more on Hell than Heaven

There is hope to wrap up some Wayward Daughters storylines in the back half of the season

They are adding a whole extra day to filming to do the final scene (Implies logistics- lots of returning people?)

Brad Bucker used the word “romance” when asked about Sam and Dean’s arcs. Did not specify who.

Chuck will be more of an absent protagonist in the 1st half of the season (but he in in ep 4)

At the beginning of the season Dean and Cas will still have a rift. They will reconcile “at some point”. Jensen claims as of script 4 they still have friction. This has been repeated several times, from Misha as well. He indicated Dean is still mad at Cas, but Cas doesn’t feel to blame for Mary’s death.

In an interview, Kripe indicated that the series ending would have “peace” for Sam and Dean

Not much new at the TCA’s, but it was said it is “unlikely” Jeffery Dean Morgan will be back since his last appearance was such a good end note. There were some jokes about a Castiel spin off. Hell, I’d watch.

There will be a special tribute ep, not clear if its one of the 20 or additional

Misha will be in 15 out of 20 episodes this season

According to Dabb, Sam and Dean are going to start to lose people who, in past seasons, we would’ve never lost — and lose them in a very real way. Our guys are going to realize there’s a certain finality, and some of the things they’ve relied on to get through the day — people, talents, things like that — they are no longer going to be able to roll out. And that’s going to throw them for a loop (Unfortunately, my guess in Rowena)

Also according to Dabb, Jack is still in the empty and “he’s not coming back in the near future” (this makes no sense. He’s on set for several episodes- interacting with the boys)

Cas’ deal with the Empty may come up later in the season.

Episode 15x01

Title: Back to the Future

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: Dabb

Director: Showwalter

Filming Dates: 7/30-8/9 (no filming 8/5 for Canadian holiday)

Airdate: Oct 10

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? Yes Jack ? yes

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info:

The first episode will start right where the previous left off

Misha posed with the John Wayne Gacy clown

Jensen posted a series of pics- one clean shaven, one vid of him shaving, and one where he appeared to be in character with blood and dirt on his face and in Dean plaid, but with his beard… confusing.

Jensen was photoed filming (wearing an FBI jacket)outside with Alex!

Misha and Jared filmed outside with a woman and young girl. They were running from the clown guy and a few other zombie looking creatures. CAS WAS NAKED (haha just no trench) and holding a shotgun. It could have been rehearsal and there was no camera in the clip shared by a fan which might explain the coat? Another fan said it was hot and Misha kept taking the coat off, so I’m sure this just a piece of rehearsal footage.

Alex was filming in white sunglasses. Other set photos indicate he had makeup on his eyes making them look burnt out. There is some spec that Jack will come back blind.

Misha posted a pic of the 4 of them in the impala

According to Variety, the boys will escape the zombies in a temp shelter. They are working together, but Cas feel “detached.” Misha seems to indicate that Cas feels unfairly blamed in Mary’s death and is deeply upset about Jack.

Episode 15x02

Title: Raising Hell

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: Buckleming

Director: Singer

Filming Dates: 8/12- 8/21

Airdate: 10/17

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? YES Jack ? YES

Guest stars: Ruth Connell, David Haydn-Jones, Rob Benedict, Emily Swallow (?)

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

A set was a high school set up to be a shelter.

Chuck, Ketch and Rowena will be in this. Maybe Amara too. Emily Swallow was in town for only a short time, so I imagine it would just be a scene or two

Ghosts/zombies were seen on set. There will be a scene with Rowena attacking them that includes at least Dean and Cas.

There will be one longer scene in a park.

Alex was in sunglasses again - not sure if this is a costume thing or an Alex thing

Ruth posted two vids of Misha claiming that he had filmed several scenes, but had no dialog - over three days so it must be a scripted reason(A spell? Chuck? Is he giving Dean the silent treatment?)

Ruth posted a video with her trailer, but the video showed Alex’s as well, so Jack

Misha posted from set in costume. Minus the coat again, but I’m still blaming the heat…. But he was without in the two Ruthie videos as well… soo……? I don’t know. I still think it’s a heat issue.

Night shoots are scheduled in a warehouse. Hand painted signs indicating quarantine were nearby

Episode 15x03

Title: The Rupture

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: Berens

Director: Charles Beeson

Filming Dates: 8/22-9/3 (No filming on Labor Day?)

Airdate: 10/24

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? yes Jack? yes

Guest stars: Ruthie Connell

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

Misha mentioned a scene at VanCon with him, Sam, Dean, Rowena, and Jack

Sam Smith was on set, but I would imagine she was visiting as she was in town for VanCon

Episode 15x04 (filmed out of order)

Title: Atomic Monsters

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by:

Director: Jensen Ackles

Filming Dates: 7/18-7/29

Airdate:

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? Probably not Jack? Probably not

Guest stars: Rob Benedict

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

Jensen mentioned a guest star “fan favorite” that hasn’t been seen since season 7 that is no longer in the business. Guesses include Becky, who hasn’t acted in a while but isn’t exactly a fan favorite, Meg, who hasn’t acted but she was in season 8, and Balthazar or Frank or Jo or Rufus, but all act frequently. Jensen doesn’t always have the most accurate season memory, so he could be off on the season. Since this seems like a Chuck episode, my guess is Becky but I hope for Meg. SOURCE UNCONFIRMED- I haven’t seen this in a reliable source, so take it with a grain of salt.

There was a beaver mascot on set… it looks like they are filming at a school called Beaverdale

Jensen and Jared filed outside in fed suits

Chuck will be in this one. Jensen directed him first alone with his beard unshaved (so maybe a solo Chuck scene or him interacting with others/not the boys)

This will be a one off, classic monster hunting episode with some ties to ongoing storylines. Sam and Dean will leave the bunker to keep their skills sharp

Jensen directed

Misha will not be in this ep

SD Comic Con was during filming

Episode 15x05

Title:

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: Yockey

Director: Speight

Filming Dates: 9/4-9/13

Airdate:

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? Jack?

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

This will most likely be Yockey’s last episode.

Not sure about Cas’s status in this one. I don’t think he was on set the first week of filming, have to see about next.

Matt Cohen was around, but I imagine he is following directors to prep for his own debut directing.

Scenes were filmed in the bunker and in a wooded area. A woman could be heard screaming in the outside scene.

Episode 15x06

Title:

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by:

Director: Steve Boyum

Filming Dates:

Airdate:

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? Jack?

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

Episode 15x07

Title:

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by:

Director: Speight

Filming Dates:

Airdate:

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? Jack ?

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

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noidea-headempty · 6 years ago

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Dallascon 2019

Just got home from Dallas, time to talk about my weekend 😂 (Note: I’m just gonna be talking about stuff that happened to me during the con, not EVERYTHING because then this would take forever.)

FRIDAY: Briana’s panel, her photo op, Rachel’s panel, and her auto

Honestly I wasn’t that nervous to meet Briana. Just really excited. She looked fucking gorgeous (as usual). I asked if we could go back to back while flipping the camera off. Even though I shouldn’t have... I gave her a hug afterwards. At her panel, I asked for advice on how to gain more self-confidence. As she gave me her answer I started tearing up, by the end of her answer I was full on crying. So she came off the stage and gave me a hug 😭

I also met Rachel (since I last minute bought her auto) and she was the fucking sweetest. She and my sister needed out for a bit about Good Omens and my sister recommended Welcome to Nightvale to her. I asked a question at her panel which was what kind of advice would she give Meg if she ever met her. Aaaaand I I also last minute bought Briana and Rob autos and I got them (and Rachel) to sign Family Don’t End in Blood. I didn’t end up going to Karaoke because I was just emotionally exhausted

SATURDAY: Rob’s photo op, Rich’s photo op (Casa Erotica), R2M panel, Sam and Courtney panel, and SNS

So for Rob’s photo, I asked my sister to join and the pose was her and Rob playing tug of war with me in the middle. My pose for Rich’s photo was him lifting my leg while I held onto his shoulders (which was just ughhhh dude I’m pretty sure I was blushing for like an hour afterwards)

I asked a question for both panels. For R2M, I asked Rich what Gabriel would think about what God did at that season finale. He said that Gabe would be like “See? Dad’s a big bag of dicks, he left me to Asmodeus!” For Sam and Courtney’s I asked if they’ve ever cosplayed and if not what they would cosplay as.

SNS was fucking amazing! Briana sang Better Than That which nearly made me cry, and when Jensen came on stage he sang Heaven which also nearly made me cry. When Rob saw all the lights for Amazing, his face was just joyful surprise and it was just great to see. The last song was Mama’s Jam and during it, Billy and Rob literally got onto the chairs of one of the rows and walked across them while playing! It was just so full of energy and they were just amazing. Aaaaand I met @saxxxology and @peggingpadalecki and they were so beautiful!!

SUNDAY: Gold panel, Jensen photo, Jared photo, Alex photo, Misha as Cas photo, then J2 and Alex autos

All I can say about gold is... Jumbo Shrimp 😂

Jensen’s photo.... oh dear. So I was in line and I was so freakin nervous. There was a creation person (she had a pink Mohawk and was so nice and really pretty) and she was like take deep breathes, you’ll be fine. So I go up to him and y’all his hair looked so floofy and I just really wanted to run my fingers through it. I asked him to hug me around the shoulders and then I was like thanks and left. As I freaking left the photo op room I started tearing up and then as I was walking down the hallway, I was just crying. Fun fact: he smells just as good as everyone says he does and his hugs are amazing.

I wasn’t as nervous for Jared’s as I was for Jensen but I was still pretty fucking nervous. So I go up to him and the first thing I tell him is “Wow you’re so tall” 🤦🏽‍♀️ and he’s like I can like squat or something for the photo and I was like no no I just want a hug and he was like okay and hugged me. And.. I don’t know y’all his hug was just so warm and and... *dreamy sigh* his cologne also smelled really good and actually fucking lingered for a good while.

Soooo for Alex’s op my sister bought a blanket because it was really cold at the convention center and I was like can I use it for the photo op and she was like sure. So I go up to Alex and I’m like “Hey Alex can you wrap this around yourself” which he did and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders (because Jack must be wrapped up and be protected)

So I was waiting for autos to start and I actually got to meet @covered-byroses who was so beautiful and so sweet and I was so fucking awkward because I was so fucking nervous

Afterwards I was just chilling and then they’re like Jensen and Jared are here and I’m like awesome. Jensen goes to his area and as Jared goes to his I’m like wait wait wait wait IS THAT GENEVIEVE. AND LOW AND BEHOLD A LOT OF PEOPLE WERE FREAKING OUT BECAUSE GENEVIEVE PADALECKI WAS IN THE FUCKING BUILDING. I got a sneaky picture of her 😂 So I like ran to Saxxy and was like GEN IS HERE and she was like I KNOW and just fangirled over her and freaked out over “What if Danneel was here too” The entire time I was just silently fangirling over Gen because uh who wouldn’t? So Saxxy and I talked for a while and then my row was called for Jensen autos so I went and got in line. I get up to the front and then I’m like Hi and he’s like hi. And then I told him that I cried after his photo op 😂 and he’s like why is it because of something I said? I was just like “No no no this is just my first convention and I was just really emotional I guess” and he was like “Oh really that’s cool where are you from” and I told him and he’s like well thank you for coming and I said “Thanks for the weekend”

So I line up for Jared’s and I was so freaking nervous because GEN WAS HERE AND I COULD MEET HER. I could’ve like left the line and gone to see her but I was like not prepared. So then they call Cas photo ops and I’m like fuck I hope she’s still there by the time I get back. So I go and do my op with my sister and then I like sprint back to the theatre. On my way I run into a friend that I made and I’m like is Gen still there and she’s like no they took her away but I still kinda hoped. So I walk in and I don’t see Gen so I’m like hoping she’s behind the thing with Jared so I get back in line and when I get there she’s not there which made me sad but Jared’s there so it’s still cool. He signs my book and I say “Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for this fandom. Like AFK and all the other things it means so much to me” and he just gets this look on his face and then he like glances down. And then I realize oh right I’m holding a bookmark with AFK and YANA on it that I made. And he’s like thank you. Before I leave though I was like “Can you please tell Gen that I love her” and he was like yeah sure.

Lastly, I’m in Alex’s line and I get to him and signs my book and I’m like “Say hi to the Lord Tyrion for me” and he’s like “I definitely will”

All in all this weekend has definitely been one of the best weekends of my life and I loved it so fucking much. I know they’re coming back to Dallas next year and I really hope that Ruth and Kim are going next year because I really really wanna get a photo op with them and maybe see an SPN Ladies panel. Idk if I’m gonna get gold again because jeez that shit’s expensive but either way I’m definitely gonna start saving up money again. I just hope I might be able to go

#supernatural #nixy goes to con #spndallas #dallascon 2019 #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #misha collins #alexander calvert #briana buckmaster #rob benedict #richard speight jr #rachel miner #samantha smith #courtney ford #personal

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rebelminxy · 6 years ago

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Once a King, Always a King (Friday)

Pairing: KingBacchus!Jensen x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 9211

Square Filled: Bondage

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Content, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female and Male Receiving), Some Fluff, Smut, Bondage, Unprotected Sex

Summary: Jensen is heading to New Orleans to participate in Mardi Gras as the King of Bacchus. But there is one girl he wants to celebrate the fun-filled weekend with. Now that he has the chance to show her how he really feels, while being in her hometown and having some fun together, will their relationship blossom to more than just friends?

A/N: So, first off, I have total respect for the Ackles family. I adore their family dynamic and this fic isn’t meant to offend them in any way whatsoever. This is purely written for fun and I send the Ackles family all the best positive vibes I have hoping they continue to be as happy as always. For this fic, Jensen is single. I got the idea after seeing a few videos of his time down here for Mardi Gras and seeing him dressed as the King of Bacchus at the parade. This is my twelfth square filled for @spnkinkbingo . Feedback is welcomed and hope y’all enjoy it!

A/N 2: I honestly don’t have Jensen’s entire schedule that he had while he was here, so I will mention the ones we know about from social media and add a few things here and there that he could possibly have done while in the city.

SERIES MASTERLIST

SPNKinkBingo

MASTERLIST

Jensen woke up from a happy dream. He dreamt that he and (Y/N) had slept together, that he was finally able to touch, taste and see what he always wanted. That he finally had hope that she was into him like he was into her. He turned in his bed and opened his eyes to see that what he dreamt was a reality. There, on the other side of the bed, laid (Y/N) with the covers only on her bottom half. Her hair was all over the pillow and he could see the slight bruising on her breasts from his biting. He wished they had gone on some more, wish he could have lasted longer, but he was very content with what they had shared. This gave him hope, that maybe she really was into him.

He reached over a gently caressed her arm that was beside her. But at the slightest touch, (Y/N)’s body reacted, and a slight jump made her wake up. She looked around the room with groggy eyes and finally landed on Jensen. She smiled and leaned up onto her elbows.

“Good morning and happy birthday J.”

“Mm, yeah that was a great start for a birthday,” he said huskily.

“Well, birthday sex is the great sex, especially between friends that are cool with it.”

Jensen instantly looked up at her, seeing the bright smile on her face as she lifted the covers over the rest of her body. He couldn’t tell if she was serious about that comment or measuring out his reaction to the word friends. He wasn’t sure how to react, so he nodded his head in agreement. He watched as she got out of bed and wrapped her body in the sheet, making her way towards the bathroom. All he really wanted to do was climb out of bed and yank that sheet away from her, to see the body he kissed and caressed. But he kept himself under control, thinking that maybe he was rushing into things.

He thought back on their night together and he could admit to himself they never really clarified exactly what the sex meant. All he said was that he wanted her, and she admitted to the same notion. But he never told her how he really felt about her and by the looks of it, she could really be assuming it was only sex and nothing else. Jensen wanted to beat himself in when that thought came through, wishing he had said something before they had sex. His thoughts were interrupted with a knock at the door, causing him to get out of bed to see who it was.

On the other side was his closest friend, dressed in a black suit but no tie. That’s when it hit Jensen he had to get dressed for today’s event.

“Children’s hospital, I know,” he groaned out as he turned away from the door. “Let me take a quick shower and get dressed.”

“Looks like you slept well enough. Your friend ok with you walking around in boxers?”

Jensen huffed a response, heading to his closet to take out his powder blue jacket and khaki pants. His friend followed him into the room and Jensen turned to see him looking at the floor, exactly where all the clothes from last night were thrown. He looked back up at Jensen and groaned.

“I told you not to sleep…”

“Well it happened and right now I don’t want to talk about it. Going to get ready once she gets out of the shower.”

Jensen didn’t wait for his friend’s response, pushing him out towards the exit to shut the door right behind him. Jensen groaned as he leaned against the door. He then heard the water from the shower shut off, making his way back to the room to start getting ready.

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“Sit down so I can get you picture ready.”

Jensen looked at (Y/N) with the mirror he was standing in front of. He was finally dressed and was wondering how he would fix his hair. But there she stood next to a chair that was next to a desk in the bedroom. Her makeup and hair items were all laid out. Jensen turned around to face her, admiring her smile.

“We can’t send you out there without hiding those wrinkles.”

“Excuse you, they are laugh lines.”

She giggled as Jensen made his way to sit in the chair. He eyed her up and down, loving the cute navy-blue polka dot dress she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with side-swept bangs. The hair that hung from the ponytail was curled, and a nice bow was tied to the ends. Her makeup was simple but Jensen couldn’t keep his eyes off her bright red lips.

“Hey, mister, focus! I need you facing forward so I can do my work.”

Jensen grunted as he sat straight in his chair and let her work her magic. In just a few minutes, she had his hair gelled back into his usual style, and his face concealed and powdered as usual for the bright lights.

“And, done! Good thing I’m here to make sure your reputation as a handsome man doesn’t get ruined.”

“Oh, so you think I’m handsome eh,” Jensen laughed as he got up from the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

“I said your reputation!” she responded, slapping his hands that were sliding along her waist. “Now be a good boy and behave.”

“What if I don’t behave?” he growled into her ear.

“Then no birthday fun later,” she whispered back. “Now, time for you to go because everyone is waiting for you downstairs.”

“But you promised you were coming,” he urged as she walked away.

“I am, I just need to get the rest of your makeup together to do any touch-ups.”

Jensen pouted as she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a pair of red heels. She put them on and grabbed the striped blue and white bag he bought for her for Christmas. Looking back to see him still standing there, she smiled and walked over, tapping his cheek with her fingers.

“Promise I will be down before you leave. The guys just want to break a toast before the busy day.”

Jensen quietly nodded and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He made his way out of the room and down to the main floor of the hotel. There, his friends were in a circle with orange juice filled glasses that he assumed were mimosas. They all greeted him and handed him a glass before the questions began.

“So little birdie told us you hooked up with your girl from work. That was quicker than what some of us expected.”

“Shut it. It’s not your business so respect her ok.”

“Ok fine, but you better not ruin your workplace with this. Imagine how hard it will be to work with someone you slept with.”

Jensen huffed as he took a sip. After a few minutes, (Y/N) finally climbed out of the elevator and walked over to the group. Jensen noticed as she made her way towards them, all his friends grew silent and stared at her with wide eyes. He then felt someone tapping his shoulder.

“Will say this, she is confident for a girl her size.”

Jensen punched his friend in the arm, giving him a glare. His friend backed away, quietly apologizing as he rubbed his arm. When Jensen looked back to where (Y/N) was, she was looking inside her bag, pulling out her phone.

“Ok let’s get a picture of you guys together then one of J alone to send to the folks back in Vancouver. Jared and Misha made me promise to take tons of pictures.”

They all posed together, doing silly poses for each picture she took, then she took a few of Jensen alone, posing in different areas of the hotel. Then, Jensen’s closest friend walked over towards her and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and handed her the phone, walking over towards Jensen afterward.

“Says we should get one together to send to everyone.”

Jensen nodded in agreement. (Y/N) moved to stand by his side, hands together in front of her as she looked towards the camera. Jensen posed next to her, his hand right on the crook of her back. That’s when he saw from the corner of his eye how his friends were staring at (Y/N), which made him feel a bit of jealousy. So, he motioned for his friend to take another, but this time, he moved to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Since he was taller than her, he was able to place his chin on the top of her head, careful to not ruin her hair. The picture was taken, and she quickly moved away, not letting him see her face. But he knew she was blushing furiously since she wasn’t one to be very affectionate around others. It was already a big deal when Jared would hug her on set in front of everyone, so he knew how she would react at what he just did.

After a few more pictures, they all climbed into the bus from yesterday and enjoyed the view of the city towards the Children’s Hospital. On the way, Jensen was pulled to the side to talk to the handler, being told what the plan was. He was to meet a few of the patients and staff, give a small speech that was already made for him and to take a few pictures. It was planned to be a quick in and out, which didn’t make Jensen feel happy. He wanted to spend some time with the staff, especially the children. Before they arrived to the hospital, (Y/n) came over to touch up his makeup and make sure his hair was in place.

“Excited to see the kids?” she asked as she powdered his nose.

“Yeah, but by the looks of it we won’t be here for long.”

“Really? And that bothers you?”

“Yeah, I mean I was excited to see the kids and staff, spend a bit of time with them.”

“Hmm, well, I get they have plans and all but maybe we can find a way to… don’t know…stall the trip?”

Jensen looked at (Y/N) as she gave him a wink.

“You better not do anything crazy,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

All she did was smile at him and finish her touch-ups. They finally made it to the hospital and just like yesterday, everyone else got off leaving Jensen dead last. He was given a handful of coins to throw at the crowd once he got off, which he found fun as he watched people scramble to catch the piece of plastic. He was guided inside as the cameras flashed around him. He looked behind him to make sure (Y/N) was fine, walking behind him. His handler wasn’t too happy with the extra person but when he was told she was Jensen’s personal makeup artist, he agreed with a mumble, letting her join them.

As Jensen walked through the hospital, he was greeted by many members of the staff, a few wearing shirts he and the cast had made for charity events they held. When they walked into the big hall of the hospital, he was taken back by how many kids were there waiting for him with big applause. They all cheered for him and many held a picture of him in their hands. Some even had the anti-possession symbol drawn on their little bald heads. He moved about the room, handing everyone coins he grabbed from the bag the handler was carrying, greeting everyone with a big smile as a band was playing music in the background. He was then given a bead that had the Children’s Hospital symbol on it, placing it around his neck and making sure everyone could see it by unbuttoning his jacket.

After the music ended, he was guided towards a podium where an older gentleman stood, waiting for him. Camera’s were surrounding the podium as they recorded everything. Jensen looked over to (Y/N) who gave him two thumbs up, letting him know he was doing great. That itself calmed his nerves a bit, thankful that’s she was there with him. As the older gentleman began his speech, it was then Jensen found out the guy was the Captain of Bacchus, someone he was going to meet at the crowning. Jensen was so lost in his mind that he almost missed the man calling his name, presenting him to the crowd. Jensen shook the man’s hand and walked up to the podium, ready to give the speech he had been practicing.

“How’s everybody doing today? Pretty good?” he asked the crowd as they all responded with cheers. While he was talking, someone’s phone rang. He looked over to the reporter who was silencing his phone and said, “Just take a message for me will ya?” causing the crowd to burst into laughter.

“Well, it’s an honor and a privilege and I am very humble to be here. And I hope to get to see all you guys and hand out some of these doubloons here for you. There’s probably some laying on the ground there, there goes one,” he said right when the jingle of a coin falling to the ground was heard. He was glad he was making everyone laugh.

“Umm, anyways, the week started yesterday. We got into town and we’ve been so thrilled with the outpouring of hospitality from this city, and I have always loved this town. Living in Austin gives me the chance to come here often, and a dear friend of mine is from New Orleans,” he continued as he pointed towards (Y/N) who was standing close by. She waved at him with a big smile as he waved back and continued his speech.

“I love it here, and I love coming here. This is really a special way to celebrate Mardi Gras, and it’s also a special way to celebrate my birthday which also happens to be today.” The crowd cheered loudly as he continued. “Yes, this was certainly one of the events this week that I was really, truly looking forward to. So, just wanted to say thank you, thank you for being here! I’m thrilled to be here as well, and Hail Bacchus!”

The crowd gave him applause as he walked away from the podium, his eyes falling on to (Y/N)’s who was smiling so much as she clapped along. He smiled back at her and turned his focus back to the gentlemen around him. The Captain then told him that the children had something for him, which a young boy with a Spider-Man mask painted on his face walked over with a Paper Mache crown. Jensen moved down to kneel, so the boy could place the crown on his head and smiled at him as everyone clapped more. Photographers circled around them as Jensen placed an arm over the boy’s shoulders and took pictures with him, smiling. He handed the boy a few doubloons and patted him on the head as the boy whispered a ‘thank you’ and walked away.

Jensen was thanking everyone when suddenly a reporter asked him about how important it was for him to make a stop at the hospital during the festivities planned.

“Very important. In fact, this was one of the most important things to me. Obviously looking forward to the parade. This is my first Mardi Gras. We saw a few videos of Muses last night on the way here so if that was any indication of what Bacchus is going to be like, I better get some sleep.”

Jensen looked around with a smile as everyone laughed and giggled at his mention of sleep, thinking to himself that if (Y/N) was going to be in his room the rest of the weekend, sleep wasn’t going to be the main priority, not after last night.

“But this was on the list of things I was most looking forward to. You know, my best friend has three kids, who I love like they are my own. And children are just a big part of my life, hopefully, one day I will have my own. And when they said Children’s Hospital, that we were going to stop by here, without question. And I brought my close friends, telling them I was going to need support if I’m going to go shake some hands and see some kids because it holds a special place in my heart. So happy to be here, thrilled to do it.”

Once Jensen was done with his answer, he looked around him wondering what was next when suddenly the band started playing Happy Birthday and burst into song. Jensen clapped along as he stood there, watching everyone clap to the music. During the singing, Jensen pointed at (Y/N) and signaled for her to come by him. She pushed her way through the reporters and stood next to him, smiling brightly.

“Happy Birthday big boy. You were awesome up here. And nice crown!”

Jensen leaned closer to her, whispering a ‘thank you’ in her ear as he grabbed her hand and held it in his. He could see the bit of pink flush her cheeks as she guided their finger laced hands behind her, not letting the reporters see. Once the song was done, the handler told Jensen that they were going to walk around and meet the staff and patients that were there. He turned to look at (Y/N) and took off his crown, handing it to her.

“Take good care of this now.”

“With my life,” she responded.

Jensen smiled at her before turning to face the crowd, heading in the direction he was guided to. Once he reached the crowd, he got into fan mode, smiling and greeting everyone, taking pictures with them and sharing a few words. Staff and kids alike were excited to see him, coming to find out many staff members were a fan of the show and his work. He signed papers, took selfies and joked with everyone there. When he looked behind him, he saw that (Y/N) was getting the people to go towards him, people that the handler had sent away quietly. She even had a few kids in hand, bringing them over with a nurse so they could meet Jensen, He smiled when he saw the excitement in the kid’s eyes and kneeled onto the floor to give them all hugs. He felt so happy that (Y/N) was doing her best to help him see everyone there, especially the kids. He made a mental note to find a way to thank her somehow.

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“Now that is what I call a great welcome to the King!”

Jensen and his friends laughed as (Y/N) jumped onto the bus yelling. They had finally finished the event at the Children’s Hospital and it had lasted longer than the handler had planned. He assumed there weren’t going to many people in the main hall of the hospital, but (Y/N) had gone through some of the rooms with the help of nurses to get others to come to talk to Jensen. Jensen was so happy that he got to spend time with the kids and staff of the hospital, he knew today was going to be part of his top five best days ever. (Y/N) took a seat next to Jensen and started pulling makeup items from her bag.

“Just wanted to say thanks on getting everyone in so I could see all the kids,” he whispered in her ear. “it was the best.”

“Hmm, don’t know what you’re talking bout,” she responded with a straight face.

Jensen laughed out at her response. (Y/N) did another touch up of his makeup as the bus drove to the next spot. By what Jensen heard from the handler, they were going to get lunch. And Jensen had to admit he was hungry after all that excitement. The bus finally reached its location on Tchoupitoulas St., the restaurant called Emerils. (Y/N) looked around a bit thrown off before turning to the handler.

“You booked a table at this place?”

“It was the only place we could book with the time limit we had and amount of folks,” he responded.

“But the best place to take people is Commander’s Palace.”

“They are booked to the brim during Mardi Gras.”

Jensen watched as she huffed and made her way towards the bus driver. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded. She walked back to her seat as the bus pulled out and started back on the road.

“Wait,” the handler pushed. “Where are we going? We have a table here.”

“Then cancel it,” (Y/N) responded. “We are going to Commander’s Palace.”

“But we don’t have a table and we aren’t sure if they will even take us,” he clapped back in annoyance.

“Don’t worry, I got this.”

Jensen leaned into her and spoke at a low tone.

“Are you sure? I mean we can come back another time…”

“No, I told you if we ever were in New Orleans together I would take you to Commander’s Palace and we are going today.”

The ride to Commander’s was silent with the handler mad that (Y/N) took over the lunch trip. Once they reached the restaurant, they all climbed out and made their way into the restaurant. Jensen couldn’t help but admire how beautiful the place was inside. And the surrounding smell of food was making his mouth water. (Y/N) walked up to the podium where a woman stood. (Y/N) spoke to her in a low tone where no one could hear her. The woman suddenly stood up straight and pulled out a cell phone, making a call. (Y/N) walked back towards the group, smiling.

“What’s going on?” asked Jensen.

“Oh, don’t worry, just gotta wait a few minutes to then get our table.”

Suddenly, the entrance doors burst wide open and there stood an older lady with short red hair, dressed in what looked like office attire.

“(Y/N)! Sweet child! Why didn’t you call if you were going to be in town?”

The group watched as (Y/N) made her way towards the woman and hugged her in such a familiar way. Once they let each other go, (Y/N) turned to the group.

“Auntie Addie, I would like for you to meet my friend and coworker, Jensen Ackles. And everyone else is his group of friends from Austin. Everyone, this is my Auntie Adelaide or Addie for short.”

“Oh, THE Jensen Ackles?” Adelaide gasped as she moved closer. “Isn’t he the King of Bacchus this year?”

“Yes ma'am. Such a pleasure to meet you. Would love to say (Y/N) here has mentioned you but sadly she hasn’t.” Jensen answered as he stretched out his hand for a handshake.

“Oh dear, I would so be surprised if she did mention me. Child is so private,” she laughed as she took Jensen’s hand and shook it. “If she ever did talk about me or anyone from down here, hell would have really frozen over.”

Adelaide moved to great everyone else and made her way towards the hostess.

“Well darling, what are you waiting for? Show our guests to the Coliseum room.”

“Yes, ma'am,” the hostess responded quickly as she turned to guide the group towards the back.

Everyone followed the hostess to enter a room towards the back of the restaurant. She opened the doors to a large room, tables and silverware already set. It had a small stage and windows surrounding them as they got a good view of the garden in the back. The hostess guided Jensen and (Y/N) to a table where Adelaide had already taken a seat. Everyone else went to get their own seats. Being polite, Jensen pulled out the chair for (Y/N) to sit and pushed it in for her, catching Adelaide’s eye.

“Very polite, son. Born in the south?”

“Born and raised in Dallas, Texas ma'am.”

“Ah, true southern man. Have you moved up north for your job?”

“Yes and no. We have our own placed in Vancouver for work, but I purchased a home in Austin that I currently finished working on. Plus, I run my own brewery in Austin and have other small business ventures other than acting.”

“Rich and a gentleman,” Adelaide gushed, looking over at (Y/N). “And why haven’t you tied the knot with him?”

“Auntie Addie!” (Y/N) exclaimed, her face turning pink.

Jensen held back his laughter and side comment about wondering why he hadn’t swooped her up yet.

“Looks like your aunt keeps you in mind a lot, (Y/N),” Jensen stated as he looked over the menu in front of him.

“Oh, son, this child here, I got nothing to worry about except that she marries the right man or woman. We are a progressive family these days. Has she really never mentioned us to you at work?”

“No, auntie because I have no need to brag about you.”

“Darling! Imagine how many places you could have gone into for free to eat if you would have done what you did today. Still cannot believe you waited until today to say that you were in town. This child here stays in Vancouver for work, barely has time to visit. And now that she is here, forgets bout her little family.”

“Sorry, auntie but it was last minute. I had two days to get ready and have been busy since.”

“Yeah, I am so sorry. She has been staying by my side to make sure my hair and make up were to standards for all the pictures taken. Can I ask on which side of the family you are related to her?” Jensen asked as he took a sip of the water glass the waiter placed in front of him.

“Oh, we aren’t blood-related, J.”

“Oh no, Momma took this sweet child under her wing.”

“Momma?” Jensen asked a bit confused.

“My mother Ella Brennan, she used to run this establishment. (Y/N) use to work here as a waitress back when Momma was still alive.”

“Bless Momma Ella’s heart.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Yes, Momma Ella would always have a close relationship with the staff, making sure everyone was happy here. But this little critter treated Momma with so much love. A hard worker of course, even while going to beauty school full time and apprenticing at a salon in the downtown area. My, this girl knew how to balance it all.”

Adelaide paused the conversation when a waiter came over to take their orders. Jensen let (Y/N) order for him since he figured she knew what was best to get.

“Well,” Adelaide continued. “As I was saying, (Y/N) here was balancing all that and still carried such a beautiful smile, Momma, of course, loved her even more. Even with her busy time, whenever Momma got sick, (Y/N) would make the time to go and visit her, play with her hair, do a bit of makeup so Momma could feel better.”

“Momma Ella had such a big heart, I couldn’t go without a day of seeing her,” (Y/N) added. “And I loved spending time with her, we had so much fun together.”

“That is very true. So, Momma Ella took her under her wing and told us that if (Y/N) here ever needed something, to help her immediately. Plus, we all grew to love this sweet child. At first, we thought, ‘Oh someone trying to use Momma for her kindness.’ But when Momma offered to help her with her bills and rent so (Y/N) could dedicate her time to school, she said no!”

Jensen looked at (Y/N) and noticed she was looking down at her hands on the table.

“Why did you say no to the help?” he asked.

“I didn’t want anyone thinking I was using her. Plus, I was fine with my hectic schedule, gave me a purpose to keep going, knowing I was doing it on my own.”

That’s when Jensen thought back on the times he saw (Y/N) running around set when most of the makeup crew was gone, or the times they had a last-minute scene and she was the only one handling everything from the regular photo makeup to the masks of the creatures. He never really thought about why she was willing to do everything on her own, but hearing this, made him realize how strong and dedicated she was to her passion.

“And ever since then, we all learned to trust and love her. She would even help us organize the charity events we did. Gosh, she and Momma would have so much fun picking out what charity we would raise money for and putting together the entire event.”

“You helped doing charity?” Jensen asked, not really surprised since (Y/N) would do the same whenever he and the guys would do charity events.

“Yeah, there were so many programs to help, Momma Ella would make sure we never did the same program twice in a row. We even made a list to be more organized.” (Y/N) responded.

“When she told us, she had gotten a job in Vancouver for a tv show, we were all excited. Offered to help her in any way we could and all she asked for was a picture of us all together.”

“And that was the last time I got a picture with Momma Ella.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Oh baby, don’t cry,” Adelaide moved from her chair to hug (Y/N). “Just remember, she loved you and had faith that you would do great with your passion.”

Jensen watched the two interact, wanting to be the one hugging (Y/N). But the warmth he felt from these two women together, he knew just how big of a heart (Y/N) had. To have such a big connection in the city and not use it for her benefit, made it clear to him she didn’t care about fame and fortune. Once (Y/N) was calm, the food arrived, and the smell made Jensen’s mouth water. Everything was delicious, (Y/N) even gave him a taste of her food. By what (Y/N) told him, everything was local cuisine and even the food itself was purchased by local vendors, the restaurants' way to help sales with the locals. Once they were done eating and plates cleared, the waiters came back asking what they wanted for dessert. Again (Y/N) picked for Jensen, promising he would love it.

A small band came in and onto the small stage and once they were settled, they started playing Happy Birthday as the waiters came in with everyone’s dessert. But Jensen knew which one was his because there was a candle on the plate that came with his dessert. Everyone sang Happy Birthday as the dessert was placed in front of him and once the song was done, he blew out the candle, receiving loud applause from the entire room. The band continued playing as everyone enjoyed their dessert.

“So what ya wish for J?”

“You know a birthday wish can’t be said until it comes true.”

“Well, when it comes true, better tell me,” (Y/N) giggled as she took a bite from her pie.

Jensen looked down at his dessert and took the spoon, taking a piece. He ate it and moaned at the taste.

“It’s our famous Bread Pudding Souffle,” Adelaide pointed out. “(Y/N) loved ordering that for her birthday.”

The rest of the time was of him enjoying the dessert a bit too much with the moans he made, snatching a piece of (Y/N) pie to give it a taste. By the end of the meal, he understood why (Y/N) was so adamant to come here. The food was delicious and it was nice to meet someone that knew (Y/N) before she came into his life. As they made their way out the restaurant, Adelaide said goodbye to everyone, but took (Y/N) into her arms and hugged her tightly, her face clear that she didn’t want to let her go. She placed a kiss on (Y/N) cheek and told her something, (Y/N) shaking her head as she laughed. Then Adelaide went up to Jensen and pulled him into a hug, patting his back.

“Take care of my sweet child,” Adelaide whispered into Jensen’s ear. “She has had a rough life on her own, her heart broken too many times.” Adelaide pulled back and looked Jensen in the eyes. “I can see clearly how much you care about her, so a piece of advice, no runarounds with her. Be straight to the point and serious because I don’t think she could handle another heartbreak, especially coming from someone she admires.”

Jensen nodded with a smile, placing a kiss on Adelaide’s cheek. As she walked away, a waiter handed (Y/N) a small bag, whispering something in her ear. (Y/N) turned back to the bus and got on, Jensen right behind her. They took a seat at the back of the bus and (Y/N) opened the bag. Jensen heard her gasp and pull out a few scarves that were all different colors and when he glanced inside the bag, he saw jewelry and pins inside.

“These belonged to Momma Ella.” (Y/N) whispered. She then pulled out a small piece of paper that was at the bottom and read it out loud. “Momma Ella wanted you to have these since she knew how much you loved wearing them. Always remember, she loved you and knew you would do great with your life, so prove her right, child. Your Auntie Adelaide.”

(Y/N) looked up at Jensen, her eyes bright with tears. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry, placing kisses on the top of her head in comfort. That’s how they rode the rest of the bus ride to their next event.

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“I am so tired from all the running around!” (Y/N) exclaimed, jumping onto the bed the moment they walked into the hotel room.

“We still have tonight’s fun at the club. The guys are getting ready.”

“I don’t think I will be joining you for that. Too tired and my feet hurt like a bitch.”

Jensen laughed as he sat at the edge of the bed, removing her shoes. (Y/N) groaned and wiggled her toes as he put both her feet on his lap, massaging them.

“Oooh if you keep doing that you won’t get ready in time to go with the boys.”

“What if I would rather stay in with you?” he growled as he lifted a foot to his mouth and placed kisses on each toe.

“Nope!” she exclaimed as she crawled out of his reach. “You are going to have fun with the boys and enjoy Bourbon street!”

“So, you don’t care if I see a pair of boobs or possibly have a stripper dancing on me?”

“One, I am not a jealous girl and two, that is the best part of Mardi Gras! Boobs for beads is the best trade-off!”

Jensen laughed at her response. Then (Y/N) crawled back over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Plus, missy here needs to get your birthday gift ready. So be a good boy and enjoy your time with the boys while I get things ready here.”

Jensen moaned as her mouth kissed his earlobe and down to the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, standing to pull her closer. Once he had her facing him, he planted his lips on her luscious ones, sliding his tongue against her lips for entrance. Once she did, their kiss deepened, tongues clashing for control. He pulled her bottom lip and sucked on it gently, then pulling back to see the mess he made. Her red lipstick was smeared around her mouth, her lips swollen from the kiss and her breath coming out in heavy pants.

“How long do you need?” he asked huskily.

“Couple of hours but should be ready by eleven.”

“Then I will be here at eleven.”

“No, enjoy your fun with the boys…” she protested but he hushed her.

“I will. But I want to celebrate the last hour of my birthday with you. Plus, you know the club scene isn’t for me.”

She nodded in response before Jensen pulled her back into a deep kiss. Her hands crawled into his hair, pulling at his short locks. He used all his strength to unwrap himself from her, knowing if he stayed like that any longer he would surely miss out on a fun night. He moved to the closet to grab some new clothes to change as (Y/N) moved to her makeup table and waited for him there.

“I don’t need makeup done,” he stated.

“We can’t be too safe in case reporters spot you guys. Plus, I messed up your hair so gonna fix it quickly.”

Jensen groaned in a complaint as he quickly undressed. He smiled when (Y/N) whistled out, taking his time to get dressed. Once he was fully clothed, he moved over to the chair she stood at.

“Oof, such a good view.”

Jensen laughed, and they joked around as she fixed him up, having him camera ready in. The second she was done, there was a knock on the room door.

“Boys are waiting, J.”

“Don’t have too much fun without me now,” Jensen joked as he got up from the chair, pulling her into his arms. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, letting her go so he could head out.

“Have fun now J!” she yelled at him as he left.

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Jensen made his way towards the hotel room, thinking back on the night he just had. His friends had gotten him a lap dance from a stripper, drank a few beers and threw some beads off the balcony they had booked just for them. He laughed to himself out of how crazy it had gotten by the time he left. His friends poking fun at the fact he was leaving so early, making notions that he was on a leash. Of course, he ignored them because all he could think about was what (Y/N) had waiting for him. He unlocked the door to the room and noticed that the only light in the entire place came from the bedroom. He shut the door behind him and walked towards the bedroom, his eyes growing wide in shock at the view before him.

The room was lit by many candles surrounding the room. A bottle of champagne was sitting on the bedside table in a bucket of ice and two champagne glasses sat next to the bucket. Jensen walked over to the bed, touching the red sheets he spotted and realized they were made of silk. There were small ropes tied around each bedpost, silk ties at the end. That’s when he saw the assortment of items laid out on the bed. Different size and style of vibrators and butt plugs, beads and an eye mask. There was also this long bar that had for cuffs on it and a few whips and paddles laid out in size order. Jensen was so distracted by the items before him, he didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

“Well, well. Look who is here.”

Jensen turned around at hearing her voice, his mouth dropping open as the alluring image before him. (Y/N) was standing at the bathroom entrance, her hair loose in waves and surrounding her face. Her makeup was simple, black cat liner and thick lashes, her lips bright red like earlier. His eyes ran down her body in the outfit she wore. It was a long, sheer black lace gown with a high leg slit. The top of the gown had an apex halter neck and a keyhole front cut out, letting him see her full breasts but no nipples. Underneath he could see she was wearing small black panties, but when she walked into the room, she gave him a slow turn, letting him see that she was really wearing a G-string.

“So what do you think?”

“I…I am drawing a blank,” he responded as she walked over to him.

“Do you remember that one night you and Alex got so drunk I had to babysit both of you? Well, that night you got to confessing a few things, mostly sexual since you said it had been a while since you last were with a woman. But, one of those things was that you were curious about bondage, but the women you knew weren’t into the whole submit total control thing.”

Jensen swallowed as she toyed with the collar of his jacket.

“So, I thought today, since you are ok with having sex with me, why not fulfill that fantasy of yours.”

Her eyes looked up at him through her long lashes, seductively as she rubbed her body against him.

“If…only if you’re up for it.”

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and smiled, nodding her head. Jensen pulled back and started to remove his clothes, keeping his eyes on her as she made her way towards the bed.

“Remind me next time to get drunk and tell you more secrets.”

(Y/N) giggled at him, sitting at the front of the bed. Once he stood in the room in only his boxers, Jensen made his way towards her, his eyes never peeling away from her. He stood in front of her and placed his hands along the sides of her face, making her look up at him. He leaned forward and placed soft kisses on her lips, not rushing the experience. He wanted to enjoy the night.

“Any safe word, because I plan on making this last as long as possible,” he whispered before placing another kiss on her lips.

“Keep it simple, green for good and red for no more. But I doubt I would be begging for you to stop.”

“Hmm,” he hummed trailing kisses along her nose bridge. “We will see what you will beg for.”

Jensen deepened the kiss, feeling as her arms wrapped around his neck. He felt her mouth open to him, allowing him to sweep his tongue inside. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away, placing then along her side.

“No touching unless I say so.”

She nodded her head in agreement as Jensen moved away. He reached behind her for the eye mask, placing it on her. She gasped once her eyes were fully covered, her palms flat on the bed. Jensen slid the rest of the items to the edge of the bed, pushing her to lay back so only her legs dangled from the edge she sat at. Jensen then walked over to the side table and pulled out the bottle of champagne from the bucket, taking the bucket with him. Once he was back in front of her, he looked down at her plump body, waiting for him.

“I am going to tie your hands up, so you don’t touch me understand.”

(Y/N) nodded quickly, extending her hands out, waiting. Jensen moved to grab the ties at the end of the rope and quickly bound her wrists together, making sure it was tight enough to hold her but not too tight to break the skin. He then moved to grab the ropes on the other end of the bed and used those to keep her arms above her head. Once he was sure she was in place, he moved back to stand in front of her. His eyes raked over her curves, knowing exactly what he wanted to do first.

He leaned forward and began to kiss her exposed cleavage, licking the curves of her breasts, feeling her body shiver under his hands that slid up and down the sides of her delicious body. He felt how soft the sheer dress was, pulling it slowly up her legs. She raised her bottom a bit so that the dress could bunch up at her waist. Jensen slid his hands over her soft skin, loving the curve of her hips and thick thighs.

Jensen moved to reach for the small egg-shaped vibrator he spotted and the bar, knowing he would need them for what he had planned. He moved to kneel in front of her and grabbed the bar, placing her ankles into the cuffs. Noticing the small buttons on the bar, he pressed them to realize that the bar extended out even more from its original size. He pulled it out until her legs were spread wide, open for his view. He didn’t miss the gasps that came with what he did, smiling to himself.

He moved to kneel in between her legs, the bar laying across his calves. His gaze traveled to his goal, noticing how wet with slick her G-string was. He grabbed the small bands of the G-string and slowly peeled them off her, ripping one of the bands open so it could fall to down one leg. He groaned when he saw she was freshly shaved, putting his nose closer to smell her musky scent.

“You already wet for me, baby. All musky and soaking, just how I like it.”

“All for you J, all for you,” she moaned out, her body rising from the bed.

Jensen placed an arm on her plump stomach, holding her body down as he looked over her pussy. He slid two fingers over her arousal, feeling her body shake with need. Using the same two fingers, he opened her up and saw how swollen her clit already was. That view caused a low groan to escape his lips.

“So beautiful, and oh so delicious.”

Jensen leaned in and slid his tongue along her insides, tasting the sweet juices she produced. He explored her slowly, taking his time to enjoy her. Her body did its best to try and arch into him, but his arm kept her still on the bed. He licked her, stroked her entrance and flicked her clit with his tongue.

“Jensen,” he heard her whine out.

“Be patient, baby,” he responded with a growl.

Jensen reached over to his side and pulled out a small piece of ice from the bucket, the ice already melting. He stuck it in between his lips and raised his eyes to her, watching her carefully. Slowly he closed the space between her pussy and his mouth, sliding the ice inside her. She gasped as her chest arched, letting him see the shock of the cold. He kept sliding the ice up and down her insides, eventually reaching her clit, doing circles around the swollen bud. Her moans of pleasure and the shiver of her body confirmed to him she was enjoying this as much as he was.

The ice finally melted to a small ball, letting him swallow it. But that didn’t stop him, instead, he began to flick his tongue even faster against her nub, taking moments to pull it in his mouth to suck on it, causing her to scream. He didn’t stop, not wanting to stop as her climax finally reached her. She came all over his mouth, her cum dripping down his chin. He didn’t let go until he felt her body jerking from the pressure. He got back onto his feet and admired his work, leaving her breathless on the bed.

Jensen grabbed the ropes on the other end of the bed and pulled them to slide her up the bed. Once her full body was laying there, he removed his boxers and climbed on top. He straddled her stomach and ripped the top half of her gown open, causing her breasts to fall out. Her body bucked underneath him, letting her feel how rock hard he was.

“Now, I’m going to fuck those tits.”

Jensen grabbed his hard shaft and slid it between her breasts, grabbing her full globes and tightening around him. He groaned out in pleasure as he began to thrust between them. It wasn’t the same as her pussy but gosh they felt so warm. His length would poke out from the other side, poking at her chin which gave him an idea.

“Raise your head and open your mouth, baby.”

And she did so obediently, the tip of his cock poking her tongue. Since she understood what he wanted, each thrust that met her mouth allowed her to swirl her tongue around the tip, sucking at it quickly before he pulled back. The toying of her tongue, the sounds her mouth made with each suck, made him want more. He let go of her breasts and moved closer to her face. He grabbed her jaw and forced it open, sliding his cock as far as he could into her mouth. Once he heard her choking, he pulled back out, fucking her mouth with his cock. In and out, her tongue wrapped around his shaft, licking up his pre-cum. He watched her suck him, watched how his cock disappeared into her mouth. She was able to handle more of him, lifting her head so she could swallow him deeper. He hissed as he felt the tip of his shaft poke at the back of her throat, causing him to lose control. He began to thrust faster, grabbing hold of her head by the hair, not letting her move from her position.

“That’s it, baby…. Take it all…. you want my cum don’t you.”

She groaned against his cock, causing vibrations around him. That is what drove him over the breaking point. He yelled her name out as he exploded inside her mouth. His body jerked as he rode out his high, feeling her swallow every last drop of his release. Once he was back down, he felt her tongue lick him clean, taking every single drop as if she were hungry. Jensen ripped the eye mask off her, wanting to see her eyes. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, begging for more.

That look made him lose control.

Jensen quickly removed the ropes on her bindings, ripping the rest of the dress of her to leave her bare. He kept the silk ropes around her wrists to keep her hands bound to her front, but he used them to pull her up and off the bed. He made her turn so that her ass was against his still hard cock, rubbing it between the globes. Without a word, he pushed her towards the closest wall and rammed her into it, putting a hand on her face so that it wouldn’t get hurt. She whimpered as she felt his entire body push against her, his hips grinding into her ass. He kissed and sucked in her shoulder, loving the way she said his name repeatedly.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

Jensen parted her legs with his knee and pulled her bottom half out from the wall, her back arching. He held on to her hips tightly, knowing he would leave handprints there, but didn’t care. In seconds, he rammed his cock into her wet, silk pussy, causing them both to groan out in pleasure. The feel of her warmth surrounding him made him want to never leave. He stood still behind her, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him tightly.

“God I could stay like this forever.”

“No, not forever. Fuck me now J,”

He gave her a cocky smile and began to pull out slowly, watching her mouth open in pleasure as her eyes rolled back. Once his tip was at her entrance, slammed right back in, causing her to yelp. He was so deep inside her, he loved it. He continued his assault on her, ramming into her after each pull, his thrusts getting faster and faster as he felt her walls tighten around him.

“J… gonna cum… I can’t…. hold on… much longer.”

Jensen nibbled at her earlobe, his hands sliding from her hips to her hands, untying her bindings. Once her hands were free, one immediately went around to the back of his head, grabbing hold of his hair in a tight grasp. Her other hand laid palm flat against the wall, keeping her balanced as Jensen continued his thrusting. His fingers dug into her hips as he felt his release so close.

“Baby, I want you to cum for me… All over me…Do it, do it now.”

He felt her walls tighten around him as she screamed out his name over and over. Her body jerked under him as she rode out her high, her legs starting to wobble. It only took a few more thrusts for him to also reach his climax, bathing her insides with white-hot strings of cum. He yelled out her name as his body jerked against hers. It took a couple of minutes for them both to finally get back down from Heaven, catching their breaths. Jensen pulled out his member and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her with him towards the bed. He lifted her in his arms and gently placed her in the middle of the bed. He went to the bathroom to clean himself off, bringing along with him a wet towel to clean her. He was gentle, noticing the already bruising skin along her hips. He looked up to see her neck covered in hickeys, her breasts also starting to have purple marks. He uncuffed the bar from her ankles and threw it to the side.

Once he was done, he threw the rest of the items to the floor and pulled the silk sheet over her body, joining her side. She lifted her head up slightly to let him slide an arm underneath, pulling her body close to him. He grabbed one of her hands to see the binding marks along her wrists. He rubbed the skin there gently, a worried look on his face.

“I am fine you know,” she whispered as she pulled her hands out of his. “I kinda like the idea of these marks, a reminder of tonight.”

Jensen leaned in to kiss her lips, soft and slow before leaning back, looking down at her.

“I want to talk to you about some things…”

“No talking J, only sleep. Remember you have a fitting tomorrow that you can’t be late to. Then we have to go to lunch and get you ready for the crowning ceremony.”

Jensen stayed quiet as he watched her fall asleep in his arms, caressing her face and hair. He loved watching her sleep but quickly realized that he too was about to join her. Before he fell into a deep sleep, he made himself a mental note to find some time during their day to sit down and talk to her, find out if this was only for the weekend or if she felt the same way he did about her.

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