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@culturaladuba: INTERVIEW Sebastian Stan for Cultura la dubă: "When you're a kid, you're always trying to find your home. You live here, you go there, then to another country. You want to be like everyone else. But, in the end, those years made me. Without all that chaos, my childhood in Romania, going to Austria, then America, all of that built me and otherwise I wouldn't be here. I'm convinced that if I had been born in America and lived there forever, I wouldn't be where I am today." In his first and only interview for a Romanian publication after winning the Golden Globe and being nominated for the Oscars, Sebastian Stan talks at length about his journey, both personally and professionally, about his collaboration with Cristian Mungiu for the film "Fjord", now selected in the official competition at Cannes, or about painful topics, such as the loss of his father. What role does film play in this whole story? It is the art through which Stan can make his most authentic contribution to a world torn by conflicts. And it is also part of his own quest. The interview was conducted by Alexandra Tănăsescu and took place in Norway, in April 2025, during a filming break at "Fjord". The material also presents the first images of Sebastian Stan on the set at Fjord, captured by photographer Adi Bulboacă for Cultura la dubă. Read the full article on culturaladuba.ro Link in bio and story Photo 1, 7, 8, 14, 17: Adi Bulboaca @adibulboaca Photo 2, 3: Fabienne Wild for Zurich Film Festival Photo 4, 5, 15, 16: personal archive, courtesy of the actor Photo 6, 9, 10, 18: Aaron Stern, courtesy of the photographer
Where fiction is more important than ever, a few brave souls stepped up to write the most epic stories featuring Jensen Ackles and his ledgendary characters ever crafted in hopes of saving the world.
Or... ya know, to give us something amazing to read.
~ After returning home from filming a movie in Europe, Jensen fights to control himself and Y/N keep safe. Unfortunately, lust is hard to fight and hunger even more so…~
Jensen Ackles x F!Reader
5,002 Words
NSFW, Vampire!AU, Relationship Angst, Mentions of Past Infidelity, Smut, Blood, Dark Romance, Death
Written for @jacklesversebingo "Bad Things" by Jace Everett was the prompt and inspiration
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He came back wrong.
She couldn't explain it, but he was different. Usually overly affectionate and sweet, her husband shied away from her touch, snapped at tiny offenses, and hid his thoughts away.
No matter what she did, she couldn't reach him.
No matter how tight her grip, she couldn't hold on.
He slept most of the day, complaining of a migraine that he couldn’t shake. She’d bring him meds and water, a snack now and then, but he’d wave her away with a grunt and push his head deeper beneath the pillow.
At night, he seemed better, but still off. He’d disappear into the home gym most of the night, refusing supper for protein shakes and lifting more weight than she thought was safe.
It seemed he could barely stay in the same room with her for long, and as the days ticked by, Y/N grew more worried.
When she tried to confront him and plead for an explanation, a placation, anything- he’d sigh and turn away, unable to give her what she needed.
She was losing him.
Jensen could barely stand it. The entire time he was away, all he wanted was to come home, but being there was painful. Seeing her was tearing him in half. The guilt of what had happened and the fear of what he could do was too much to handle.
He knew he shouldn’t hide, knew she’d listen and be by his side, but he couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t risk losing control and taking away the one thing he truly loved, the only thing in the world that he needed: her.
Each day was worse than the last. Y/N looked at him with eyes filled with pain when once there was only love. She sat alone at the dining table, picking at food her stomach was too upset to take. The blanket wrapped tight around her while the television watched her was no comfort, the books she held lay in her lap ignored and unread.
After a while, she stopped trying to talk to him. She no longer reached for his hand when he walked by or met his gaze with adoring eyes.
He was losing her.
Just before sunset that night, Jensen was slumped in his favorite chair by the living room window. The curtain was drawn shut and he held his head in one hand as if the very act of being there was painful.
He looked up when she came in, green eyes glowing slightly in the lamplight. For a second, he forgot everything. For a blessed moment, they were happy and whole.
He smiled softly. “Hey, baby.”
She stared at him before answering, confused by the greeting after so much silence. “Hey.” She crossed her arms over her chest, putting up invisible defenses. “I’m not cooking tonight,” she said simply while looking down at her socked feet. “If you get hungry, there’s some yogurt in the fridge or that leftover chicken from the other night.”
Jensen pulled in a heavy breath. “You’re not hungry?”
“No.”
Y/N turned to leave but he stopped her.
“Wait…”
In a blur, he jumped up from the chair and touched her shoulder. She spun and found him closer than he’d been in weeks. Tears sparkled in her eyes and she held her breath, needing him to make a move.
He fell into her gaze. “Y/N, I-”
She looked so tired and lost that his chest ached. On instinct he lifted his right hand, ready to cradle her cheek like he’d done a thousand times before. When his touch landed, Y/N flinched and he watched a shiver work its way through her body.
“Jensen, you’re freezing.”
Immediately, he snapped his hand closed and pulled away, backing up a step. “Sorry, I’m… it’s cold in here.”
She moved to follow him, closing the space between them with a long step. “Baby-” Concern flooded her voice and Jensen’s jaw clenched tight. “Are you sick? Is- is that what’s been going on? I can call the doctor or we can go in the morning or-”
“No!”
Y/N gasped and backed up, more hurt than scared.
His shoulders fell. “I’m sorry. I’m not sick- I’m just-”
“What?”
He turned away, but she grabbed his wrist, keeping him there, refusing to let him storm off again. Her fingers burned into his skin. She was so warm, so soft. His breath quickened and his heart raced.
“Y/N, don’t do this.”
She held him tighter. “Me? I’m not doing anything but trying to get you to talk to me!”
He could feel her pulse through her grip, like tiny beats in the tip of each finger. He tried not to focus on it, but it was too hard to ignore.
“Why won’t you tell me what’s going on?” Her voice cracked as emotion took over. “Please. You’ve been home for almost a month and I have no idea what happened in Paris; no clue why you’re acting like this. Please. Talk to me!”
The more emotion she felt, the harder her blood flowed and Jensen closed his eyes, letting the sound permeate his being. He could almost see it pumping through her body; feel each tiny blood cell sweeping through her veins. He locked his jaw shut and took a breath to steady himself.
It was pointless.
He was close to breaking.
“Jensen!”
When he wouldn’t answer, Y/N stepped in front of him, forcing him to at least look at her. His mind was reeling, his flesh tingling with dangerous lust.
“Please talk to me…”
She dropped his wrist and placed her hand on his chest. Her fingers curled into the soft cotton of his gray t-shirt and his hands began to shake. He wanted to grab her, slam her up against the wall, and-
“No.”
Y/N’s lip trembled. “No?”
“No, it’s not- I didn’t mean-”
Slowly, her hand fell to her side. Y/N looked up, choking back a flood of tears. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she swallowed them down. “Why won’t you talk to me? I miss you.”
Her words wrapped around him, pushing caution away.
“I miss you too, Y/N.” Jensen reached for her cheek and this time she didn’t flinch. He slid his fingers behind her ear and back, bracing the nape of her neck in his big hand. “So fucking much…” He urged her chin upwards and pulled her body flush against his. “You have no idea…”
Shivering but desperate, she fell into him and let her lips gently part. “Please…”
Her breath washed over him like sunshine, warm and inviting. He bent to kiss her lips, instantly remembering their secret rhythm and how perfectly they fit together. Y/N exhaled into him and he sucked it down, kissing her deeper and wrapping his thick arms around her. She moaned as he ran his hand down her spine; shuddered when he sucked at her bottom lip.
“Fuck, baby… I need you.”
Jensen growled as her whisper echoed in his head. He needed her just as badly and wanted her even more. His tongue swept over hers and he heard her heart tick faster. Her breasts pressed firm against his chest; her fingers teased upwards to hook around his collar.
“Jensen…”
An ache spread through him and fire sparked deep in his gut. His fingers tensed on her flesh, dimpling her softness as he held on. His lips danced across her cheek and jaw as his knee pushed between her thighs.
Y/N tugged a hand through the long hair that curled around his ear and moaned as his kiss fell against her throat.
He shut his eyes, feeling the fire grow more intense. His mouth ran dry, his muscles tightened, his senses heightened. He could smell how wet she was as the arousal dripped from her cunt. He could feel her temperature rise half a degree as the blood rushed to the surface of her skin. Her heart beat loudly in his ears and Jensen felt his control slipping.
He sucked at her throat, licked hard at her thrumming pulse, each beat driving him farther away from safety and into the darkness that waited for them both.
His upper lip twitched as the monster struggled to break free and Jensen panicked. Immediately, he jumped back and turned away, covering his deformed mouth with his hand and closing his senses to her presence.
Y/N stumbled in place, her balance shattered when he released his hold. “Jensen?”
He cowered by the window with his back to the light. “I can’t.”
Her heart ached. He could hear it slowing.
“You can’t? You can’t what? Kiss me?”
He shook his head.
“Hold me?”
His chin dropped and he held his hands over his ears, desperate to block the sadness in her voice and the percussion of her heart.
“Listen to me? Look at me?” Tears fell. Her stomach churned. “Look at me!”
Afraid to move, he stood frozen like a coward. Silent, hurting, and terrified to lose her.
She wanted to beat her fists into the wall, slap him, scream in his face- anything to get him to talk, but she knew it wouldn’t matter.
She took her broken heart to bed and shut the door without another word.
He walked the city like he had every night since he’d been home. Keeping to the side streets, he hid himself away in the alleyways and the empty lots, all the places the light rarely touched. If anyone recognized him, they didn’t show it. This late at night he was just another lonely wayfarer in fancy boots and designer jeans. A mess of a man who had no place to go, nothing to do but linger in the dark.
With every step he thought about their kiss and how closely he’d skirted danger.
Each blink brought her face into view, with broken bones and bruised flesh, pale skin and lifeless eyes.
It was a warning he couldn’t ignore, but he was too in love to back down.
Y/N lay in the dark counting the minutes until morning. Twice, she’d dozed off, but a buzzing mind kept true sleep at bay. She tossed and turned, twisted the blanket around her body, cradled the pillow in her arms.
There was no comfort without him there.
The empty bed was a painful reminder of love slipping away.
When he came in, the air went out. Y/N jolted up from her pillow, gasping as if the oxygen was being sucked from the room. Every tiny hair stood on end and the electrical pulses shooting through her body told her to run.
“It’s just me.”
Jensen’s voice calmed her panic but did little to ease the hurt. He stood in the bedroom doorway, his face lit only by the faint stream of light peeking through the curtains. He looked ghostly, his face pale and gaunt.
“You scared me,” she told him, sitting up against the padded headboard. “Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere. Just out.” He shifted his stance and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. “Did I wake you?”
Y/N shook her head and hugged her arms across her chest. “Haven’t been sleeping lately.”
Jensen hung his head. “I’m sorry.”
She sighed and looked away. “Don’t-”
“No. I am.”
He took a step inside and reflex tightened her body. She flinched and he froze in place.
“I’m sorry,” he said again. “About all of it. Everything. For tonight, for not… talking to you. For leaving you alone all this time.”
Drawing her knees up, Y/N hid her face in her hands. “You don’t have to, Jensen. I’m… I’m so tired.”
Hurt and worry knotted his gut. Another step pulled him closer to the bed, but he kept a safe distance.
“I need to tell you what happened, I want to. I just don’t know if-”
“If I’ll forgive you?”
He looked down at the carpet and found the faint outline of the red wine stain still stuck in the fibers from a night of drunken sex three years ago. He shouldn’t have been able to see it in the dark but it was clear, every strand of thread, every fleck of stain visible now.
“If you’ll… understand.”
Y/N exhaled a shaking breath and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to cry anymore. She didn’t want to fight.
“Was it another woman?” she asked, dreading the answer.
Another.
The feeling she put into that single word shook him deep.
Years ago, he’d fucked up. There had been another woman, a guest on set that he’d gotten too close to. It was only a week, but it had nearly shattered their marriage.
He swore he’d never go there again, and he wasn’t sure that he even had this time, but she needed to know. She deserved to know. Everything.
“It wasn’t like that,” he said softly, “but yes.”
He could almost hear the crack in her heart. The fragile heart that had forgiven him years ago. The heart that had stood by him through everything life had thrown his way. The heart that always welcomed him home. The heart he was forever breaking.
Jensen sat at the very foot of the bed and hunched over, resting his forearms on his knees. He clasped his hands and closed his eyes, trying to figure out where and how to start.
Y/N watched him struggle but turned away when he looked back. She refused to meet his gaze, afraid she’d crumble into more pieces than they could ever pick up.
“I’m listening.”
He took a deep breath.
“I can’t even explain what happened-”
“Try.”
He swallowed hard. “The shoot was… crazy. I’ve had rough gigs before but this took a lot out of me. This was…” He felt her eyes on him, heard her steady breath, smelled her trepidation. “Anyway. There was a lot of drinking. Too much.”
Y/N sighed. “Go on.”
“Couple of us found a bar- just a local place. There was nothing special about it. The booze was cheap and…”
“I get it,” she snapped. “You were drunk. And then?”
“I was just minding my own business and-” He pressed his nails into the palm of his left hand as memory washed over him. He could smell the stale beer, taste the bourbon, feel the cool air. “I don’t know where she came from, she just appeared at my side and… we started talking.”
Y/N held her breath and her tongue, giving him the time he needed to get it out. Anger swirled in her stomach but she did her best to keep it from boiling over.
“I can’t even remember about what, really. It was all a blur. Like, an actual blur. After a while I could barely see anything in the room but her, as if the background had gone out of focus. I felt stoned. Slow. Like… I was drugged.”
Concern pushed anger aside and Y/N leaned forward, kicking her knees down and to the side. “Drugged?”
“I just felt… strange.”
“Baby- what happened?”
He looked up with tears rimming his emerald eyes. “I honestly don’t know. I have gone over it a million times but I just… don’t… know. One minute we were talking and… I know she touched my face. I know we left the bar… and then-”
Y/N braced herself with a deep breath that steeled her soul.
Jensen looked away again, shamed and confused. “I woke up in bed. My bed.”
She clenched her jaw, waiting for the worst of it.
“Alone.”
“Alone?” Her breath released and she shook her head. “I thought-”
He laughed bitterly and stood up. “So did I. I thought- fuck, Jensen, you did it again. You fucked up- but… It was so much worse.”
“Worse? How could it be worse?”
Jensen turned away and rubbed his neck. He felt the marks she’d left behind, invisible yet there, haunting him eternally.
“You won’t understand.”
Y/N swung her feet off the side of the bed and gripped the sheets for strength. “Try me.”
He didn’t know how to say it. It made no sense. It all seemed like a crazy nightmare. How could she understand?
She grit her teeth. “Jensen!”
Startled, he turned back. “She drank from me.”
Y/N sat up straight and a confused smile tickled her lips. “What?”
“She drank from me,” he said again, his voice low and calm. “Drank my blood, Y/N. And… I drank hers. At least, I think I did. I don’t really remember.”
The tickle spread down into her chest and a laugh bubbled up. “What?”
“I said you wouldn’t understand.”
Y/N laughed louder, shocked at the audacity of his lie. “Wait. So… instead of just admitting you went off and fucked some stranger in Paris, you’re trying to tell me that a vampire picked you up at a bar?” She stood up as her attitude and anger swelled. “That’s what you’re going with? A vampire? What, did your buddy Kripke write this excuse for you?”
The rage in her voice made his skin prickle. He cringed and spun away. “Don’t.”
Again, she laughed. It stung him deep.
“Oh, I fucking will!” Enraged, she grabbed his upper arm and tried to spin him back to face her. “Are you seriously gonna stand there and tell me a fucking vampire story right now? After everything?”
He would not be moved, standing like a statue next to her.
“Y/N, please-”
“A vampire!” Another yank on his arm did nothing to appease her. “No. I want you to look at me in my face and tell me that you believe some French bitch sucked your fucking blood and turned you into a vampire.”
His head was spinning. The heat of her touch burned into his soul. His muscles ached; his bones felt like they were about to splinter. He held his breath, trying to stay calm, to fight the urge to snap back.
“Look at me!”
She was screaming and he was silently boiling inside.
“Fucking look at me! "Goddamnit, Jensen!”
Desperate, Y/N shoved him hard and the dam broke.
Jensen spun around and showed her the truth.
His eyes, once a comforting forest of green, were rimmed in crimson and seething with danger. His plump lips, so cracked yet soft, kissable and beautiful, were pulled tightly back, revealing a pair of dagger-like fangs and a hungry tongue.
Terror petrified her limbs and locked her in place, eyes wide and staring. Jensen’s body trembled there, his chest heaving with panting breaths; his hands balled into strong fists to keep from grabbing her.
Every second was agony for him. He could hear her blood coursing like a raging river, see her pupils contract and expand in such miniscule points no human eye could track. He wanted her to understand. He wanted her help, needed her comfort. He wanted to rip her chest open and devour everything inside.
Y/N took a deep breath and the panic subsided. She lifted a hand to his cheek without hesitation or fear.
“Jen…”
He closed his eyes and let her touch ground him. He felt the pain ease as he leaned into her palm.
“Baby…”
Her whisper broke through everything and the monster calmed. He opened his eyes and hot tears streamed down his face.
Y/N took him in her arms, holding him tight as he crumbled.
Silently, they moved back to the bed and she eased him onto the pillow, never lifting her touch from his skin.
“I do not understand this,” she said gently, leaning on an elbow to look down at him. “But we will figure this out. I’m not gonna give up on you, Jensen. Not ever.”
He shook his head. “What is there to figure out? I’m cursed. One night of drunken bullshit and I’m a fucking monster.”
“You’re not.”
“I am.” He sat up quickly, knocking her hand away. “I’ve done things.”
Y/N bit her lip, struggling to stay strong for him and contain her own tears.
“Every night while you’re in here alone- I’m… I’m out there…” He looked to the window across the room and the pale light illuminated his face. “Hurting people.”
Y/N cringed and hugged herself tight, trying not to let her imagination take off.
“I’m sure you can’t help it,” she whispered.
He looked back over his shoulder. “I can’t. I can’t fucking stop it from happening. I get this pain in my gut. This hunger… I can’t stop.”
Every story she’d read, movie she’d seen- the thought that it was all real was driving her mad, and yet- there he was, living it.
“Maybe there’s a cure or something. Like… well, I don’t know exactly but if-”
“No.”
Jensen dropped his head into his hands and his shoulders began to shake. He exhaled a trembling breath and Y/N shifted closer, laying her hands on him once more. She pulled him close and he melted into her, soothed by her warmth.
“I’m so sorry.”
She kissed his forehead, smoothed back his hair. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I am.”
She kissed him again and he lifted his chin, meeting her gaze.
“I am so fucking sorry.”
Y/N nodded and raked her hand through his hair, curled her fingers around his ear. “We’ll get through this. We will.”
He clung to her, praying she was right. “How?”
“Together.”
Jensen closed his eyes and pressed his cheek to her chest. Her heartbeat was so steady in his ear, her fingers felt like heaven running across his scalp. Slowly, he lifted his lips and she met him halfway.
The kiss was slow and familiar, like he was finally coming back home.
She pressed harder and his lust stirred. He licked at her lips and breathed her in, needing everything she could give.
Y/N fell back against the pillows and he followed, dropping down to cover her with his full weight. Her lungs emptied and he breathed life back into her as his hand slid down her side. Her lips parted for his tongue and she moaned when he lifted up an inch, just high enough to trace her hipbone with his cool fingertips.
She gripped his collar as his hand snuck into her thin panties, rocked her hips as his palm pressed up against her cunt.
“Fuck…”
He slipped his middle finger inside and she shivered at the cold.
“Sorry.”
She shook her head and licked into his mouth. “Don’t stop…”
Wetness trickled down onto his wrist and he lifted his thumb to stroke her clit, expertly winding her up the way only he knew how. Her breath quickened, her temperature rose. He could feel it like never before: every fiber of her body tightening as the pleasure increased.
Jensen stared at her face, marveling at the subtle changes. Blood pulsed in her cheeks, her lips fell slack, her eyes went blurry, all under his gaze.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed. It was like seeing her for the first time and truly knowing her. “I love you.”
A smile lit her face and she blinked up at him, worried but grateful he was back. “I love you…”
He felt the snap, the precise second her orgasm struck and he sat back to watch her body writhe with bliss. It was pure magic the way she moved, the way her body opened up even more for him.
“Need you,” she moaned, reaching out for him.
Jensen rushed to shed his clothing, kicking his boots off and rolling onto his back to yank his jeans away. Naked and pale, he returned to her, shifting his thighs between hers and spreading her knees wide.
He hesitated but she relieved his worry, setting her hands on his chest and nodding gently.
“Please…”
Falling forward, he set one hand by her head and eased his cock inside with the other. His jaw dropped as her body squeezed around him, warm and tight and absolutely made for him.
Y/N shivered but held on, snaking her hand up to rest at the nape of his neck. Moans filled the room and tight-lipped, loving curses passed between them.
Lost in her, Jensen sensed the hunger rising again. His muscles twitched with the need and he shook his head, refusing it to surface.
Sensing his struggle, Y/N dug her fingers gently into his neck and urged him down. She kissed him hard and then turned her head to the side, stretching her throat for him.
His entire being seemed to focus on the thick vein pulsing in her neck, calling to him, begging to be torn apart.
He held back.
“No.”
Y/N ached into him. “Do it. I want to feel it. Please.”
With a low growl, he kissed the crook of her neck and jerked his hips. She gasped and her heart rate soared. Another kiss, another hard snap of his hips. Y/N trembled beneath him and whimpered as his tongue swept over her pulse.
“Please…”
The desire was rampant, but love held him back. “What if… What if I can’t stop?”
Y/N squeezed his neck and ran her hand up to cradle the back of his head, pulling him closer.
“I trust you.”
The heat of her, the wetness, the soft flesh made his thirst peak, and Jensen sank his teeth into her throat.
The first splash of life against his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through him so intense that he came, flooding her cunt as her blood filled his mouth.
“God…” Y/N’s consciousness wavered. She felt light, as if her body was floating in his arms, safe and loved forever. Every gentle pull of his lips drew more sense of self from her mind until she was a simple cloud of pleasure set to dissipate into the night sky. “Jensen…”
He felt her heart straining and her warmth fading as she shuddered with ecstasy. Intoxicated, he drank deeper, pulling her essence into himself and moaning with every drop he swallowed.
“Jensen…”
Her eyes refused to focus, rolling uncontrollably in her skull. Her lungs burned as the blood ceased to return. Her legs went numb, her hand fell limp onto the mattress.
“Jen-”
Wrapped in bliss, he bit down again, loving the way her flesh yielded to him. He licked at each wound, and savored every flavor. The salt on her skin, the faint remains of her night cream. The blood, so rich and full of love, pouring into every inch of him. He smiled against her throat. “Love you… Love you… Love you…”
He didn’t hear the moment her heart stopped, but he felt it like a strong force shoving him in the chest. He jolted back and blinked into the darkness. His body was tingling, alive and full of energy. For the first time in weeks he felt true warmth spread through him and he laughed.
“Fuck, baby, that was incredible.” He licked her taste from his lips and moaned. “So fucking good!” He stretched hard, moving his muscles and grinning. “You good, baby?”
A tiny breath fell from her lips and Jensen’s lightness faded.
“Y/N?”
Her cheek was frigid and pale, as if she’d siphoned the cold from his soul.
“Y/N.”
He shook her but she wouldn’t wake.
“Y/N!”
In a panic, Jensen dug his nails into his own neck, ripping a deep gash that sprayed across her face. The blood ran down and he took her weak body in his arms, pressed her cold lips to the wound.
“Come on, baby… Don’t leave me….”
The blood gushed down her chin, soaked into her skin, forever stained the mattress.
“Y/N, please…”
A stream found its way between her lips and a surge of electricity sparked on her tongue. Jensen felt the pull as she accepted his blood, sucking hard at his throat.
“That’s it, baby…” He smoothed the hair back from her face. “That’s it. Fuck…”
He sat by the window and watched her for hours. She lay as if dead, her body unresponsive and posed where he’d left her. There was no breath to lift her chest, no beating heart to echo in his ears.
The night slowly faded and Jensen closed the curtains against the light. He wiped the tears from his cheek and climbed into bed beside her, draping his arm across her middle. He rested his head on her chest and closed his eyes.
One last night together and then eternity without her.
“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry.”
The day came and went with Jensen sleeping fitfully by her side. At sunset, he heard a gentle thump and then another. He opened his eyes and held his breath, listening for more.
“Come on, baby…”
A louder thud gave him hope. Jensen sat up and gripped her shoulders tight.
“Open your eyes, Y/N. Please.”
The sun finally hit the horizon and Y/N sucked in a full, gasping breath. Her eyes flew open and her body tensed, every cell filling with preternatural power as the cursed blood flowed through her.
Jensen backed away as she sat up, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked at her husband. The darkness was no match for her vision and she could see every detail in his face, every pale freckle, every line, every lash clear and vivid.
“Jensen?”
He rushed back to her side and took her hand, lifting it to his lips.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I thought- I mean- I killed you…”
Smiling gently, she pulled him close. She licked deep into his mouth and his head spun.
Y/N was as cold as he was now, but it wasn’t painful. It felt right; he felt complete.
“How do you feel?”
New life pulsed through her, tingling and alluring. Y/N took a deep breath and exhaled against his lips.
How many times I gotta explain that anytime a needle punctures my vein for any reason, visible blood or no, my body goes into shock and I faint. You cannot "distract me" or "keep me from looking at the blood draw". Unless you can distract my blood pressure from tanking, im gonna lay my ass down or you're gonna have to catch me.
