Pairing: Single!Jensen x Reader
Prompt: Could you do a Jensen x reader one shot where the reader is a main character of the show and idk maybe they have a panel together or a scene just do what you want xx
Warnings: fluff, semi smut (i wouldn’t really even call it that)
A/N: For the sake of this fic, Jensen is single. I love Danneel, and I love them together, nothing will ever change my opinion on that. She is truly perfect in every way for him and he’s so lucky to have such a gorgeous and outstanding woman by his side. Anyway, i know I told y’all that I was scared to post this, still am, but I’m in a screw it kinda mood. I hope y’all enjoy this, let me know what you think.
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Supernatural was in the midst of filming for its fourth season. It was your third year on the show and had it ever been a ride. You loved every second of it. What wasn’t there to love? The show was doing extremely well, the cast were your best friends, you loved your life. Supernatural was your breakthrough role, you had guest starred on a few small shows, but nothing this big and when you became a series regular, you were ecstatic. The boys welcomed you into the family with open arms.
You sat in your trailer, finishing up reading over the scene you were about to film in about an hour. You tried to absorb as much of the information as possible in preparation for the scene. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were taken back by your thoughts as someone knocked at your door. You looked over to see Jensen pop his head in.
“Hey Y/N, we’re needed for make up in ten minutes,” he said, “you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s head to make up,” you lied while grabbing your jacket and heading out the door with Jensen. You walked through the lot, an uncomfortable silence grew greater by the second.
“I’d just like to apologize for today, I know it’s going to be awkward and uncomfortable, and I’ll try to make sure it isn’t, but you know what it’s like filming a sex scene. Everyone watching around you,” he said, breaking the silence. His words only made you more nervous.
“Yeah I know, but what can we do right?” you joked, trying to make yourself feel a little better.
You arrived to the makeup trailer. Zabrina began to fiddle around with your hair. Not much had to be done, you were filming in a darkish room, your hair was going to get a little messy anyways and you only needed a touch of cover up. You were both done within twenty minutes.
“Alright Y/N, let’s get this show on the road,” Jensen said as he exited the trailer. Your stomach was in knots. You could feel yourself shaking slightly. Jensen was completely fine, of course he was. He’s filmed tons of sex scenes, hell he’s definitely had sex. The same couldn’t be said for you. You were twenty-five and you still had your v-card. Your experiences are very limited when it comes to this and that’s what made this a whole lot worse. Jensen knew exactly what he was doing and you hadn’t kissed a boy since you twenty-two; and that was just a kiss. You were supposed to be shooting a very intimate scene with one of the most attractive guys you had laid eyes on.
Jensen walked ahead of you slightly, entering the set with you trailing behind. The set and crew were completely set up, the lighting crew ready to adjust to the camera’s needs. It was a motel room, two beds on the one side of the wall, it looked almost realistic. The scene began with your character and Dean entering the motel room after a tough hunt. You got into places, your green tape a foot away from Jensen’s blue.
“Dean, I’m fine. See, it’s a tiny scratch, it’s hardly even bleeding. I don’t understand why you are making such a big deal out of this,” your character said, you revealed your cut to Dean who had an angry expression written on his face.
“It is a big deal to me. You stupidly jumped in front of the guy to protect me. We’ve been down this road too many times to count. I just got back from hell Y/C/N, I don’t feel like going back to get you out,” he yelled, throwing his arms up for emphasis.
“I wouldn’t expect you to get me out Dean, I wouldn’t want you to get me out. But don’t ever ask me to not save you from something as simple as that. I just got you back Dean, I can’t lose you again, not after watching you get ripped apart by hellhounds, not after going four months without you. You would have done the same thing,” you yelled back.
“Then you must understand why I’m not happy about this. I don’t want to have to live without you like you had to for with me,” he said more calmly this time.
“Can we just forget about this, Dean? I don’t want to fight with you,” you said. You looked over slightly, watching as Jared and Misha walked onto the set, taking their seats, watching the scene unfold.
“Look, I don’t want to fight with you either. I just got back, I want spend this time making up for what I missed, not pushing you away,” he finished. You looked up at him, he shot you a slightly confused look. You were so distracted that you missed your cue.
“I’m sorry, I got distracted. It won’t happen again,” you promised.
“Hey, it’s okay. It happens to the best of us.”
They set up the film and audio before calling out ACTION
“I want to spend this time making up what I missed, not pushing you away,” he repeated. You moved in, meeting him halfway in a tight hug. His muscular arms engulfing you, breathing in his cologne. He placed his lips to the top of your head and for a second, you felt safe. The moment was cut short as you missed your line.
This went on continuously, you messed up on the simplest things, not intentionally. You were shaking slightly, it was present in your voice when you spoke your lines. You missed your marker a few times. You hadn’t even got to the point where Dean kisses your character. You couldn’t do it, you just couldn’t do it.
“Alright guys, take fifteen, we’ll start back from the same spot when you get back,” the director said as he walked off of the set, the rest of the crew following, leaving the guys and you.
“Y/N, can I talk to you alone for a moment in your trailer?” Jensen asked. You nodded your head as you lead the way off of the set and headed to your trailer, Jensen following close behind. He made his way into your trailer, closing the door behind him. “What’s going on, Y/N?” he paused, “You never mess up that much on set, hell even one scene. You barely ever mess up.”
“I’m sorry, I just got a little nervous,” you said while grabbing two bottles of water from the mini fridge. You handed one to Jensen, avoiding eye contact with him.
“Is it my fault? Am I making you nervous?”
“Y/N, you know you can tell me anything right? I’ve known you for years now. I know when something’s up. Talk to me,” he half smiled, taking a seat next to you on the couch.
“It’s just that, I’ve never filmed a sex scene before and I have no idea what I’m doing. Then there is you, you’ve filmed many scenes like this. I just know I’m going to fuck it up,” you confessed, feeling better once you got it out in the open.
“Hey, it’s okay. I promise you that you won’t fuck it up. I was nervous for my first scene too. I just tried to make it as realistic as I could. I pretended that it was just me and her, not the camera men and the whole crew sitting there watching me. It’s not like we’re actually going to have sex, but it’s close enough. Just go off of your own personal experience and you should be okay,” he explained, taking your hand in his, squeezing it slightly.
“I can’t do that,” you mumbled, hoping Jensen wouldn’t hear you.
“I don’t have any experience,” you muttered, embarrassed to say it out loud.
“You mean you’ve never?” you shook your head, “I’m so sorry.”
“Gee, thanks Jensen,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands.
“No, not that. I meant I’m sorry you have to do this scene. You’ve at least come close right?” he questioned, a silent pause took over, giving away the answer you wish to not speak aloud.
“The most I’ve done is kissed a guy. I haven’t done any of the stuff I’m supposed to do today. I thought I would be able to wing it, but who am I kidding?”
You were interrupted by Clif, who came to tell the both of you that you were both needed on set. You gave Jensen a weak smile before getting up and walking out of your trailer. He caught up to you quickly, grabbing your right hand, lacing his fingers between yours. He squeezed your hand, hoping to reassure you that you were going to make it through this.
The crew were set up, awaiting your arrival. Misha and Jared were still present, giggling about something. Your stomach was still in knots, you felt a little better knowing that Jensen knew the truth, but it didn’t do the scene for you. Jensen released your hand and made his way over to Misha and Jared. You couldn’t quite hear what he was saying, but you saw both of them nod and head off of the set, sending you a smile before they left. He then, made his way to the director, speaking very few words before making his way over to you. He placed his hand on your cheek and smiled softly at you.
“Anyone not needed for this scene, please make your way off of the set. If you don’t have a role to play, please exit out of the set so we can get this show on the road,” the director paused. Most of the people crowding the room made their way out off the set, leaving the bare minimum, which was a handful of people, “start where we stopped before we cut.”
“Do you trust me, Y/N?” he whispered into your ear.
“I trust you, Jensen,” you nodded.
“I’ve got you okay, let me lead you through this okay. I’ve got you,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head. You got into positions, you wrapped your arms around him tightly as he mimicked your action.
Dean placed a kiss to the top of your head, you smiled against his chest. His fingers played with the ends of your long hair.
“I missed you a lot, Dean. Someday’s I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it without you,” your character confessed.
“You’re the reason why I’m here. Everyday, the torture, the pain, everything that hell is, I only made it through because of you. Knowing you were safe. A part of me hoped that I’d survive so I could see your face once again. That’s what kept me going. You’re my best friend, I can’t do anything without you,” he smiled. Your heart began to flutter, you could see Jensen in this scene more than you could see Dean. Jensen had said those last words to you, the words that helped comfort you. You relaxed more into the scene.
You began tearing, it came naturally to you. You put yourself completely into the scene, forgetting everything that worried you. Dean’s hand came up, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped. He gave you a small smile before inching his face in closer to yours. Before you knew it, his lips grazed over yours in a soft kiss. Your heart began to race. He pulled away all too quickly, his eyes locked on yours before he moved in once more, capturing your lips in a gentle and passionate kiss. Your arms made their way around his neck, your fingers playing with the thick hair on the back of his head. His hands slowly made their way around your waist as he pull you closer to him. Your mouths worked expertly with one another’s.
His grip on you changed, his hands made their way to your ass, swiftly lifting you up. You wrapped you legs around his waist, hooking you ankles together as he moved towards the motel bed. He gingerly placed you on the bed, hovering overtop of you, his lips meeting yours once more. Your heart fluttering more and more with every one of Jensen’s touches. You found yourself falling harder and harder for him with every kiss, every touch, every time he looked at you with adoration in those gorgeous green eyes of his.
Your hands made their way underneath the thin henley he was wearing, you could feel his muscles tense slightly under your touch, relaxing instantly as you moved them farther up his back. He pulled away for a quick second, removing his shirt and throwing it across the set before his lips were attached to yours. You knew it was your turn to remove your shirt. You motioned for him to roll over onto his back while you straddled his hips, his fingers trailing to the hem of your shirt, helping you remove it from your body. You felt his eyes trail over your body and it took all of you to not cover up and ruin the scene. He smiled before brushing his lips over yours, his hands trailing to your back, holding you close to him. He quickly pulled you into his chest, covering you up as much as he could before rolling you over so you were on your back once more.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered and you smiled.
His hips were on yours, he lay on his elbows, holding up as much of his weight as he could, not wanting to squish you. His bare chest pressed against yours. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. You had completely forgotten about the crew watching you or the camera’s filming you. It was just you and Jensen. His lips latched onto your neck, kissing your pulse first, making his way below your ear. You let out a breath, almost moaning in the process.
He lifted up the comforter of the bed, allowing you to climb in before him. His hands made their way to your belt buckle, expertly undoing it along with the button and zipper on your jeans. he slid them slowly down your legs, his eyes on you the entire time. You worked the belt on his pants, your hands shaking slightly, but it wasn’t as noticeable as before. You unbutton his jeans and pushed them down his legs. His hips meeting yours once more, his fingers expertly unhooking your bra, removing it from your body and throwing it across the room. His lips pressed against yours briefly. His eyes met yours and he let out a small smile.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
“Yeah, Dean. I’m sure,” you replied. Jensen kissed the tip of your nose. Your heart skipped a beat, that was definitely not in the script.
“Okay,” he whispered before his lips captured yours in a heated and passionate kiss. His fingers lightly brushed the loose strands of hair that covered your face, tucking them behind your ear. Your hands stayed securely on his shoulder blades, fighting the urge to travel over his muscular body. He was gentle with you, not pushing it too far. He made you feel safe.
His tongue timidly brushed over your bottom lip. It caught you off guard for a moment. You knew it was an unwritten rule, you weren’t supposed to use tongue when kissing someone on screen. He did it once more, and you decided quickly to do the same. Within seconds, your tongues were gliding over one another’s. You’d never felt anything like it before, you liked it, better yet, you liked it with him. His mouth tasted like spearmint gum. His right hand wandered down your body, not touching you anywhere you wouldn’t approve of, his hand stopped on your hip. His lips left yours and trailed along your jaw, stopping at your neck. Your grip on his back tightened, pulling him closer to you as he kissed and licked away at your neck. The scene was coming to an end, Jensen’s breathing was heavy as well as yours was, he pulled you tight to him and you did the same. His tongue mingled with yours as the director yelled CUT.
He pulled away, looking over to the director, not bothering to get off of you just yet. Your heart beat had finally calmed down to a slower pace. You were relieved that the scene was finally over with. If you had to do it over again, you’d feel a little better about it.
“Great scene you too, it looks perfect. One take should be more than enough. You’re free to get dressed and head out for the rest of the day. Great work. We’ll see you both tomorrow,” the director said before taking the crew and walking out, allowing you both to get dressed.
Jensen climbed off of you, walking around the set, gathering the clothes he had thrown. He placed your shirt and bra on the bed. He turned around, allowing you to put your clothes back on in comfort. You put your bra on and you were just about to put your shirt on when he spoke up.
“You did amazing, Y/N,” he smiled as you pulled your shirt back over your head.
“Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know what I would have done, so thank you Jensen, for everything,” you told. He was about to say something until Clif walked in.
“Jensen, Jared wants to see you in his trailer,” he said.
“Okay. We’ll talk later okay Y/N?” he declared. You nodded and headed off to your trailer.
You got changed out of your clothes for today’s scene into sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. You threw your hair up into a messy bun. You washed the makeup off of your face. You were about ready to head home when you heard a knock on your trailer door. “Come in,” you yelled. You turned your gaze to the door to see Jensen entering your trailer.
“Jensen, hey. What are you doing here?” you quickly asked.
“I came to see you. Are you heading out?”
“Well I was, but then I realized that it’s only about seven o’clock, and we haven’t eaten anything all day,” he started, making his way closer to you.
“I hadn’t even realized the time, time flies when you’re having fun,” you joked.
“It does, doesn’t it? Anyway, I wanted to apologize for today. When I was kissing you today, I took it a little too far and I’m sorry that I caught you off guard with it. I know we aren’t supposed to but something came over me, and I got lost in the moment,” he explained, you quickly cut him off.
“Jensen, it’s okay. Yeah it caught me off guard, I mean, I haven’t actually had someone kiss me like that before. But I’m glad it was you,” you grinned.
“I’m glad I could help you through it. I hope I didn’t suck that bad,” he smirked.
“You didn’t, believe me.”
“Anyway, I was actually wondering if you would do me the honour of accompanying me to dinner tonight?” he voiced. You looked up at him, seeing the nervous expression written on his face.
“Like a date?” you questioned, he nodded. “Yeah, the first of hopefully many. I like you Y/N and considering I did get to see you half naked, you’re beautiful by the way, I want to do this right. What do you say?”
“It depends on two things,” you began as you walked over to him, almost closing the space between you both.
“Where might this so called date be?” you inquired, trying to hide the smile that was prominent on your face. “I would like to know so I know what to wear.”
“You’re just going to have to trust me,” he let out a small laugh.
“the second thing is, are you going to kiss me like you did today?” you looked at the ground momentarily before he brushed his lips over yours, your heart racing at his sudden touch. You pulled away, and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“I’d kiss you for hours like I did today if you asked me too.”
“Then yes, Jensen. I would love to go on a date with you,” he kissed you briefly as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
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