Summary: Cora is very affectionate with Jared and it makes Jensen upset but when he figures out why the whole thing surprises him. Follow their journey of discovery and love as they navigate the new family Jensen, Danneel, and Cora create.
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Danneel Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Gen Padalecki, Richard Speight Jr, Cora (OFC), Jade (OFC)
Warnings: This is an RPF fic (the children's names have been changed as follows JJ = Talia Jane/ TJ, Arrow = Scarlett, Zeppelin = Riley, Odette = Olive), angst, loss, discussion of plane crash and death, poly relationship, mentions of cheating, accusations of cheating, misunderstandings. Sex including: oral, p in v, (m/f/f). Janeel x Cora... additional warnings for each chapter will be noted. Mulitple POVs (will be designated clearly)
Chapter Warnings: more flashbacks... idk that there's any new warnings from the last chapter?
Chapter word count: 2,338
Cover and Dividers created by me in Canva. Cover photos came from Instagram and Canva
As he expected Danneel’s eyes went wide and she sucked in a breath – what shocked both him and Rich was her next words, “this is beautiful.”
“Huh?” both men stared at her.
“Where is she?”
“Trying to get warm in the trailer until she has to come back out,” Jensen answered.
Danneel went to the trailer, “hi Lynn,” she smiled warmly, “can I have a moment with Cora?”
Cora’s heart dropped into her stomach when she heard the voice behind her.
“Sure thing, Dee,” she smiled, “don’t go pawing at that makeup again,” Lynn warned Cora with a laugh before slipping from the trailer.
“Hello Danneel,” she squeaked, “what are you d-doing in here – er still here? I thought you left.”
“I told you I wanted to check on you and Jensen,” she said nonchalantly. “How are you feeling after that scene?”
“Oh y-you saw it?”
“I’m the executive director, Rich kinda had to show me,” she smirked.
“Oh, right th-that’s nice.”
“You two looked amazing,” she smiled a twinkle in her eye that Cora was not expecting.
“What?” Cora choked on air, “why would you say that? It was practically - pornographic.”
“I know,” she stalked around the back of her chair, “you mean to tell me it didn’t get you all hot an’ bothered? Because I mean – you didn’t exactly call cut?”
“I’m not the director,” she whispered, eyes downcast and avoidant, “I just went along with it be-because we gotta get the scene done tonight so we don’t mess up lighting.”
“Oh, yeah, it was all for the lighting – right.”
A knock on the door startled them both, “Cora Rich says you got eight more minutes before you’re due for your next scene.”
“Thanks!”
“We got eight minutes to get this all out there so I’m gonna lay it out for you. I’m glad it’s you my husband was all over and not someone else but I think we need to lay some ground rules and have a discussion about this with each other before it goes any further, understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” flew out of her mouth before she could stop it.
“You don’t need to be so formal suddenly Darlin’,” she smirked as she leaned down, resting her hands on the arms of Cora’s chair. “You and Jay need to knock this scene out of the park because Amazon wants it hot, just remember this isn’t an actual porno and you and him don’t have my permission to actually have sex,” Cora swore Dee added the word “yet,” and grinned before adjusting her top and standing to full height, “now I believe you have a two minute walk back to set so you better get-“
“Oh ok,” she stammered and stepped out the door into the cool night air.
‘What the actual fuck just happened?!’ she thought the entire walk back to Baby.
Rich rushed over to her, “you ok Darlin’?”
“Yeah,” she heaved a breath, “a little confused but I’m ok.”
“I will be over there only looking at the monitor, you got two camera operators and Ricky on the boom,” he continued, “other than that it’s you and Jensen doing your thing.”
She nodded, “yeah, we got this,” she assured and hurried over to Jensen.
Rich could tell she was apprehensive but chose not to bring it up, lest they lose their progress.
“D-did you talk to Dee?” he asked nervously.
“Yes, can we discuss that after work please?”
“You, ok?”
“Yes, I’m just trying to get in the zone where I am ok being mostly naked in front of my very hot coworker and like seven other people who are watching us pretend to have sex, on top of Baby, in the middle of a field.”
“Oh, yeah – okay. Let’s get this done then. Think we can do it in one take?”
“Challenge accepted – I mean we did get the other one in one take.”
Jensen laughed, “after you,” he gestured for her to take her spot on the car hood.
Cora was amazed by how easily they got the next scene done; it was shot twice because Rich wanted to do it from two angles but they got each one done in one take.
“Damn you two kicked it in the ass tonight!”
“Are we done?” Jensen asked.
“Yeah, the giant is due on set for a couple of shots but you two are free to go,” Rich informed them – hugs and goodbyes were exchanged before Cora headed to the trailer for a quick change and to drop off her clothes to be cleaned and prepped for her next scene in two days.
She stood outside the trailer checking her texts and emails while Jensen changed – when he stepped out looking gorgeous as ever, she sucked in a breath.
“You two ready to head home?” Dee’s voice startled them both as she slipped out of the shadows.
“I thought you went home?”
“No hun, I was afraid she’d sneak off home before we got to talk.”
Cora’s heart began to race as Dee’s words from earlier popped back in her head – ‘and you and him don’t have my permission to actually have sex – yet.’ The questions were – what the fuck did Dee mean by that? Had Danneel figured out that she had a crush on her husband? What would that mean for their friendships?
The car ride was nearly silent as they headed back across Austin that night – Cora’s gut churning.
Once the car was stopped, she hopped out, “thanks for the ride, I’ll just grab Jade and see you all in a couple days.”
“Not so fast Missy,” Dee scolded.
“Dee,” Jensen sighed, “we had a full day – can we not do this right now?”
“Oh, no we are doing it right now because you started this Jensen!” her voice raised. “I should have known better.”
They both stared at her as she continued.
“You two were up there all those years in Vancouver with nobody else around. You’re all just best friends – the fans buy it but I’m really torn here! I mean you two looked amazing on screen – you looked like you had passion and love with just the perfect amount of adoration. Hell, I even thought this would be a good thing – maybe the three of us,” Danneel broke off and began to pace, “but the more I think on it the more I wonder. Were you two banging up in Canada?! Is that why you’re all shy around me when he’s home?!” Danneel was directing her words at Cora but her voice was getting higher and higher as she went.
“Maybe we should take this inside,” she whispered having noticed someone with a camera sitting in a car parked out on the street.
“No, I need to know!”
“Dee, we should at least take this in the garage or something, that guy is a TMZ photographer,” he nodded toward the road.
“Fine, but you’re not getting out of answering my questions.”
Once in the garage Cora got brave, “ok you want the truth? The truth is I adore Jensen, and yes, he’s incredibly attractive – but I’d never ever do something to risk our,” she gestured between the three of them, “our friendship. You are both amazing to me. I didn’t have real friends until I met you all. You know what happened with me and Jade’s dad, you helped me through it, and kept as much of it from the media as you could. It’s because you’re my friends that I’m still here. You guys mean so much to me. I don’t understand what happened on set tonight but I can assure you it’s the first and last time something between me and him happens. We’re professionals – we can move past it.”
Suddenly Cora’s mind took note of one little thing Dee had said, ‘I even thought this would be a good thing – maybe the three of us’ – maybe the three of us what? Where was Dee going with that line of thought?
“Dee, what did you mean by ‘Hell, I even thought this would be a good thing – maybe the three of us?’” Jensen whispered; his eyes cast to the cement below.
(Cora’s POV)
NOW . . .
I couldn’t believe Danneel was laying it all out for Jared, even more shocking was how calmly he seemed to be as he took in what she said.
“So, this all started after their Impala scene?”
“Basically,” we both answered.
“I think this is going to take a bit of time for me to fully wrap my head around it but Gen and I will support you guys no matter what, you know that right?” he asked a small hopeful smile beginning to spread across his face.
“We appreciate that Jared,” Danneel told him as I reached out to squeeze his hand. I hoped that little action would speak for me because I honestly needed a moment.
Jared rose from his spot and held his arms out to hug Danneel, “Whatever you guys need just let me or Gen know.”
“Thanks Moose,” I whispered, unable to speak any further due to a fear of bursting out into tears again. I accepted my own hug from him, before he pulled us both back in for one last group hug – it gave me a tiny glimmer of hope that we could possibly have enough support to survive this.
Danneel and I locked up and set the alarm for the night when I finally had to ask, “what do we do now?”
She stared at a spot on the wall for a moment, “we need to get some sleep – even if it’s fitful, we need rest before we have to deal with this shit tomorrow.”
I wanted to argue but I realized she was right – all we could do, would be to take this a few hours at a time. We’d have the horrible duty of telling our kids, the family, and eventually the fans about what happened.
Sleep wasn’t coming that night – all I could do was think about was the things that led me to this point…
THEN . . .
“Jensen if Danneel is OK with it I’d like a moment alone with her. This is a woman-to-woman kind of thing,” I stated softly and he glanced at her for approval.
Dee nodded and Jensen headed inside.
“Danneel I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking in the moment. It felt like something that we just needed to finish; I didn’t want to have to keep re-shooting the scene, and Rich said it looked amazing on screen. Being out in front of everyone like that,” I let the words hang in the air for a moment. “I couldn’t deal if I had to keep redoing that scene over and over. If you want, I’ll pitch a fit and get them to redo it.”
“Please don’t. I don’t want them saying either of us are hard to work with.”
I nodded, “If you’re ok with that I’ll let it be. But can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Are you going through some rough feelings? Like when actresses get to be in our age group people start to treat you differently – it’s not fair but women get labeled as old much sooner than men. Is that something that’s worrying you?”
My heart cracked at the sadness that flicked across her face, “I think there might be a little piece of that,” she admitted. “I got an offer, a movie – but it would be filmed in Canada so I’d be gone for two to three months.”
“Without Jensen and the kids?”
“Well yeah, Jay has filming here and cons and the kids will be starting school.”
“Would you be able to come home?”
“Yeah, some but only on “weekends” and probably not every time I have time off, because we gotta get filming done.”
“That’s a big decision to make – then on top of it you see your husband all over his cast-mate and you’re questioning every angle of your life?”
“I haven’t said yes yet.”
“Dee, if you want me to stay away from Jensen while you’re gone, I will. I will keep to myself between shots and keep away from your home – hell, I’ll even steer clear of the Pad’s when Jay will be around – if that’s what it takes to earn your trust back that’s what I’ll do.”
“No, oh God, if I expect the two of you to do that, I’d be no better than your ex was with you.”
“Yeah, well the difference is I no longer care what he thinks of me, but it would break mine and Jade’s hearts to not have you all in our lives. If I have to limit that contact temporarily to make you comfortable with me again I will.”
“I – I don’t think Jay would appreciate me forcing you to do that.”
“First of all, I’m offering, you aren’t forcing it – I don’t wanna start over with friends and family again, it was hard enough on Jade the first time. I know you all think I’m too close to Jared and that probably plays into your insecurities about me and Jensen,” I told her before drawing in a deep breath.
I figured at this point that she should know why Jared and I are so close so I poured my thoughts, feelings, and my past out for her to see.
Summary: You've known Dean for years, had very little contact for most of it but when your marriage takes a turn and he's the only person you can think of for help will he let you into his world?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Jody Mills, Nick (OMC), and you
Warnings: mentions of religiously zealous parents, religiously oppressive parenting, verbally abusive spouse, separation, death of spouse, show level violence, angst, love, barn scene but with a happy ending
A/N: No beta all mistakes are mine.
Word Count: 2,286 Cover image by me using my own images in Canva
My entire body tingled – I’d grown accustomed to not getting affection. Nick hated holding hands and kissing – once we’d gotten married those activities had ceased unless he wanted sex. I told myself that Dean just wanted to comfort me and I shoved down any other thoughts and moved to finish dinner and prepping plates for us to share our meal.
Sam and Dean spent lots of moments crouched together sharing quiet conversations and making plans of some sort. It bothered me a little that they weren’t including me on whatever plans they were making for my life and future, but it also just felt like par for the course.
At least until Dean sat me down one night after he’d done a supply run and he asked me, “how gone do you want Nick?”
“Um, what?”
“Sammy and I can make sure he’s gone from your life – for good.”
“If you’re suggesting that we murder him the answer is no – Dean you’re a good man and I know you well enough to know that – something like that would break you.”
He shot a slightly dark look my way and coldly stated, “sweetheart, you don’t know me as well as you’d like to think you do. I’ve recently realized that I’d do just about anything to protect you and if this needs to happen to keep you safe – my conscience will have to get over it.”
I shook my head, “no, Dean no – we aren’t doing that. I’m not – I’m not ok with that.”
“It was just an option,” he shrugged and walked away – leaving me totally confused.
Four days later I’d decided that maybe I should leave the bunker – I could go to Florida and find a job at some cheap seaside motel or something, but when I stepped into the kitchen Sam was packing their green cooler. I knew the green cooler meant one thing – it was hunting time.
“What are you doing?”
“Dean and I are going on a hunt.”
“If you two leave me here alone don’t expect me to be here when you get back,” I blurted.
“You’re not hunting Lane,” Sam stated sharply.
“I don’t want to but I don’t want to be alone. I could stay in the motel,” I offered.
Dean didn’t like it but they said it was a “milk run” and finally agreed that I could tag along and stay locked inside the motel room.
What I hadn’t anticipated was that the clerk at the motel would get suspicious about two giant men taking one tiny woman into a room and essentially locking her in whenever they left – she called the police and reported a suspected human trafficking case.
It took us two days of dealing with the police and a phone call to Jody to get her to convince the local law enforcement that we were private investigators checking on a cheating spouse who also happened to be misusing state funds.
Unbeknownst to the Winchesters and myself, Nick had found us – he’d seen Dean and recognized the car – following us out of town and waiting until he could get me alone.
Due to the law enforcement watching us Dean decided to bring me along on the actual hunt – we needed to salt and burn the bones or the item tethering the spirit to this world.
The spirit ended up saving me, which was not an event I was expecting.
Dean took me into the lower floor of the house, “stay in the kitchen. It’s the only way I can protect you.”
“I’ll be fine Dean,” I grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles, “be safe.”
He nodded and bolted up the back staircase to assist Sam in getting rid of whatever was keeping the spirit tied to the property. I felt cold swirl and dance around me.
“I’m not here to harm you,” I stated a bit shakily, “we don’t want to do you any harm.”
She appeared in front of me and I held my breath, “hurt me,” she whispered as her battered body flickered. “Hurts you?” she asked with her head cocked to one side.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whispered.
“No, shh,” she held her finger over her lips and blipped out of sight.
I stood frozen, listening to see where she might have gone but it remained eerily quiet until the back door squeaked open. I whirled around expecting to see my ghostly friend, instead I saw the face I’d began to fear the most.
“No,” I squeaked.
“You really left me for that Winchester douche bag, and you thought I’d just roll over and let you leave me behind?”
“I didn’t leave you for him,” I spat, “I left you because you were an asshole and I was tired of being treated like shit,” I stated slowly shifting along the cabinets to get to the door first.
Before I could make my escape, he lunged for me, “if I can’t have you,” was all he got out before the ghost appeared and drove a knife into his back, twisting it for good measure.
He screamed in pain as he dropped to the floor, gasping, and writhing about until the last bit of air gurgled up out of his lungs.
I stood frozen looking from his body to the flickering ghost, “no hurt,” she hissed. “He no hurt.”
“A man hurt you, didn’t he?” I finally asked as the boys rounded the corner.
“Hurt me,” she nodded, “no hurt, you.”
“Look for her wedding picture, dress, or wedding ring,” I told Sam as I stepped closer to her. “He can’t hurt you anymore,” I assured. “Nick can’t hurt me, and your job here is done,” I told her, hoping she’d move on.
“Can’t go. He won’t let me,” she whispered and disappeared.
A moment later a large male appeared behind Dean and I screamed as I grabbed a fire poker and swung at him – the ghost vanished but only for a few moments.
“Dean, his spirit is tying hers down somehow – that’s part of why she went vengeful.”
“I got an idea!” Dean rushed back upstairs and I started scanning the room with my poker at the ready.
When the male ghost appeared again, he held a belt in his hand and fear tried to swallow me whole.
“Stay back or I’ll hit you again.”
“I’m gonna kill you just like I did her,” he said snapping the belt on itself.
“Oh, you’re an abusive cocksucker,” I remarked as I began to back toward the stair case.
I stumbled on the first step and he got his belt around my neck, “No!” I screeched as the belt tightened around my neck and began to dig into my skin.
Just when things started to get fuzzy, I saw the young woman again, “He hurt!” she screeched, and charged at us.
I thought this would be how I died and just as things started to go black, they both burst into flames and I scrambled up the steps to the bedroom the boys were in.
Dean looked at me in horror, “What happened to your neck?”
“H-he tried to off me but you saved me. How’d you get rid of them?”
“Found a box with a love letter and a pocket watch in it,” Sam answered. “I think they were both tied to the pocket watch, but for different reasons.”
“She saved me – Nick is dead.”
“We gotta go,” Dean finally spoke as he stepped close enough to run his finger along the line on my neck.
Once we got back to the motel Sam hurried to get a shower and go grab some food while Dean and I cleaned up and got ready to go. I began to look over the files the boys had.
“She’s been killing abusive men,” I blurted.
“Yeah, but we can’t let her keep doing it or she’d start to kill everyone.”
“I know,” I stated as I studied a list of people she’d killed. “You believe me, right?”
“That she killed Nick? Yes, but the police won’t so if they somehow find you for questioning you need to tell them that he tried to strangle you and you grabbed for the first thing you could reach to get away,” Dean reached out and trailed his finger over the wound on the left side of my neck, “I don’t want you to ever be in harms way like that again.”
“Me neither,” I told him as I looked down, “I don’t want you to be in danger again either.”
He chuckled, “my job kinda demands it.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” I told him as I cupped his face in my hand, “let’s get back to the bunker and rest.”
“As soon as we’ve all eaten.”
It took me a couple weeks to be ok with the idea that I was free – part of me wanted Dean and part of me was scared of anything changing between us. Sam even noticed because he’d pulled me to the side one morning and asked me what my intentions with his brother were.
I was honest I told him that I loved Dean very much but I was still so insecure and nervous I couldn’t begin to think of starting something serious with anyone. Sam thought that it was a good idea to take things slow and applauded me for thinking so clearly during what was an emotional time.
Just when I thought things were good my phone rang – my stomach dropped because the area code matched the town where we’d had our last hunt.
“Hello?” I finally answered on the third or fourth ring.
“Hello I’m looking for Lane Sanders,” the woman’s voice stated.
“Who is this?”
“This is Sam Carter,” she continued on to explain that she was the undersheriff and they had found my husband’s body in an abandoned farm house. She asked if my husband had been missing and I explained that we were separated at the moment.
“I had been through town with some friends and I will be honest Nick was sending me death threats via text,” I explained. “I wonder if he followed us and got himself into trouble.”
The sheriff confirmed my “suspicions,” and explained that he had to have been killed when he stumbled upon a drug deal gone all kinds of wrong and she wanted to know if I’d claim his body.
I told her I could identify it if need be but she should reach out to his family because I’d been away from him for a long time and wanted nothing from him or his family.
She thanked me and hung up and I collapsed on the couch in the corner of the library.
“You, ok?” Sam asked as he walked into the room carrying his laptop with a bowl of snacks balanced on it.
“Nice tray,” I giggled.
He stuck his tongue out at me, “I was feeling lazy.”
I laughed, “lazy is one of the last words I’d use to describe Sam Winchester.”
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in a while,” he joked – but something told me that it wasn’t entirely a joke.
I had another realization – I adored and very much love Sammy; in a very brotherly, platonic type of way but I just wanted to hug him in that moment.
“The sheriff called – well under sheriff,” I corrected, “they found Nick. I told them I could ID him but that they should call his family to make proper arrangements because we’d been separated for a while.”
“Did she ask if you were there?”
“Yes, and I told her that I’d been through town with some friends – just like you and Dean said to.”
“Perfect,” he smiled brightly at me.
Later that evening everything hit me in a way I hadn’t been expecting and Dean found me crying quietly in the library.
“What’s wrong?”
“I honestly don’t know – I was so relieved Nick couldn’t threaten me anymore and I thought it was done and over and I could move forward; but there’s something about seeing a person die like that. He wasn’t a vampire or a werewolf,” I sighed, “he was someone’s kid – a shitty person and not that great of a kid to his parents anyhow but his grandma and parents will miss him. A-and everything is just so – it’s just a lot.”
Dean held his arms open and I shifted to be closer to him, “I’m sorry, this is a lot for you and I probably should have considered that,” he whispered, “I was just so relived he could never ever hurt you again that none of this crossed my mind.”
“I don’t blame you or Sammy. You saved me.”
Over the next few months Dean and I shared many snuggly moments – watching tv and movies, curled up on the hood of the Impala watching the stars, just sitting in the library researching and helping other hunters but then he and Sam decided to take a break and go to a pie festival.
He had explained how shitty things had been for him and Sam and how they had literally fought God – some douchy writer named Chuck and I couldn’t believe what my life was now.
I wanted to insert myself into the weekend but I could feel how much Sam and Dean needed this moment together so I helped them prep for a road trip and assured I’d be there if they needed me.
Little did I know that time would come quicker than I ever could have imagined.
I woke with a start two days later – I couldn’t put my finger on it but something was wrong!
Summary: You've known Dean for years, had very little contact for most of it but when your marriage takes a turn and he's the only person you can think of for help will he let you into his world?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Jody Mills, Nick (OMC), and you
Warnings: mentions of religiously zealous parents, religiously oppressive parenting, verbally abusive spouse, separation, death of spouse, show level violence, angst, love, barn scene but with a happy ending
A/N: No beta all mistakes are mine.
Word Count: 2,591 Cover image by me using my own images in Canva
“You, ok?” Dean squeezed me tightly.
“I’m better now. Listen I know this isn’t your kind of thing but,” I didn’t get the chance to continue.
“Tell me what happened,” he cut me off while running his hand up and down my back.
“I left him. I don’t – I know it’s not your kind of thing but I don’t know where else to go.”
“Ok, we should get to my place but first,” he pulled out a silver blade and a flask – I vaguely remembered this part and once I’d proved that I wasn’t something evil he asked, “Can you follow me back home?”
“Um. Yeah,” I nodded and tied the bandana he offered around my arm to stop the bleeding.
By the time we arrived at this old creepy building outside of the town limits I started to wonder if I had made a safe choice. But I reminded myself that it was Dean and he’d protected me before so he’d likely do it again if need be.
I parked where Dean had directed me and attempted to argue with him when he insisted on carrying my bag in for me.
As we entered the bulk of the building I paused to glance around – the room was large and open, despite that it had a warm safe feeling to it. The map table intrigued me but there were so many other details to take in I finally had to just stop and look at Dean, “sorry it’s so beautiful here.”
A very tall, long-haired man came jogging down the staircase I’d just been admiring. He paused and eyed me, “Hello?”
“Sammy, this is Y/N.”
“Hi, nice to meet you.”
“Wait!” I squealed, “this is Sammy?! Your baby brother?”
Dean chuckled, a bright smile spreading across his handsome face, “Yeah, darlin that’s little Sammy.”
“Sorry,” I cleared my throat, “but um you got – big.”
Sam was a good sport and chuckled, “I don’t think we’ve met?”
“We haven’t but Dean showed me a picture of ya, and you did not appear to be this big.”
“He wasn’t,” Dean confirmed. “Let’s get you settled into a room huh?” he asked me.
I followed him to a very bare room and began to query about the building we were in and soon enough Dean took me on a little tour of the place. I really liked his little Dean Cave – it felt cozy, despite all his “manly” décor.
“You must be tired,” he offered, “why don’t you get a nap while I go out and work on Baby?”
“That actually sounds great. Um can you walk me back to my room? I think I’m lost, I admitted.
“Sure thing,” he placed his hand on my back and led me back through the maze of his home. “You get some sleep and we’ll figure out some next steps, ok?”
“Thanks Dean,” I hugged him before stepping back into what was now my room.
That evening Dean and I made dinner together and I explained to he and Sam about what had finally pushed me over the edge and sent me running to them.
Sam looked so disturbed the longer I talked and Dean – he had murder in his eyes.
“Where will you go from here?”
“I don’t know Sam. He’s not what I’d consider a violent man and yet I just know he’ll come after me somehow. I don’t know what to do. I can’t go back home. I’ll figure something out and get out of your hair.”
“No-no, that’s not what I meant. Dean and I have a small hunt we need to take care of and we were hoping you’d stick around here at least until we got back.”
“You’d let me stay here?”
“I told you that you can stay as long as you need to,” Dean reminded her as he reached out and covered her hand with his.
“Is there anything I can do to help while you’re gone?”
“Just stay here and keep safe,” Dean told her.
It was the smallest of statements but to me it was the biggest, kindest, thing I’ve been told.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, “Driving pretty much through the night has messed up my sleep schedule. I gotta go to bed.”
Dean rose with me and walked me back to my room – which I didn’t need his assist with but I liked that he’d done that.
I stayed in the bunker for just under two weeks while the boys hunted – occasionally they’d call and have me look something up in a book. The fact that Sam could direct me to whatever book he needed without being in the bunker was amazing – the guy is really smart!
Once the boys returned, I noticed that Dean started to seem like he was pushing me toward Sam – almost like he was implying that I should be with Sammy. He made several comments about how good Sam and I were at research, how much alike we seemed to be, or some other non-sense. I pushed all thoughts of Dean pushing me away or not feeling the same way I did deep down inside – it’s not like I’d come here to be with Dean so why did it bother me?
I also had bigger issues as my ex had started to call and text me – he alternated between begging me to return and threatening to kill me in all manner of horrible ways.
I tried to keep it to myself but I was starting to get a little twisted up about being inside the bunker all the damn time – call it cabin fever if you will. I practically begged to go on supply runs with either brother – no matter how small or short they may have been.
One afternoon I forgot my phone in the library while I’d gone to the kitchen to make dinner and a pie, unbeknownst to me Nick began texting me death threats and Dean saw some of the text summaries pop up on the locked screen.
He brought my phone to me, “what the hell is this?”
“My phone?” I asked a bit sarcastically, my heart dropping as soon as I realized Dean wasn’t joking
“Open it and show me what your ex is saying, please?” Dean begged, his face going from stern to pleading in half a second.
I shook my head, “no I – I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I saw part of one message and he’s threatening you?” he explained.
I accepted the phone from him and unlocked it to see a string of twenty or so messages, just from Nick. I wanted to vomit at the violence he was hurling my way.
“I told him to stop contacting me,” I whispered more at the floor than to Dean.
“I’m not trying to be an asshole but how’s that working out for you?”
I had no words at this point, and simply handed him my phone, “it’s pretty bad today,” I admitted.
Dean scrolled the phone and I could see the anger building in him – his shoulders went rigid and he did that jaw clench thing I’d come to find both terrifying and incredibly hot.
“Lane, this is bad. What if he finds you and gets you while you’re in town? I can’t protect you if I’m on a hunt and he shows up.”
“If he can find this place, he can’t get in. It’s not like he knows how to pick locks,” I shrugged.
Dean sighed heavily, “we need to talk with Sam about this,” he took my hand in his and tugged me toward the library.
“I don’t see what he’s going to do about it,” I mumbled as we rounded the corner and my phone pinged several times.
“It’s your mother,” Dean handed my phone back.
Seeing her texts made me almost as sick as seeing Nick’s had.
Mom: Why are you doing this to us?
Are you cheating on him? Just come home to him.
“I legit don’t know what to do anymore,” I admitted as Dean took my phone and switched back to the conversation with my husband.
“Sam, we have a problem,” he told his brother as he handed him the phone.
I could feel myself beginning to shake both with fear and anger.
“Lane, how long has this been going on?” Sam asked.
“Mostly this week. At first it was begging me to return but now he’s threatening me,” I shrugged, “I don’t think he’ll ever find me, it’s not like I’ve been posting stuff on social media and I keep all my settings private and never have my location on.”
“If he really wants to find you, he won’t need that,” Sam mumbled, “plus what if you went to town for supplies and he grabbed you? This is bad.”
Hearing Dean say it made me feel a little bit bad but somehow Sam confirming it made me feel even worse.
“I guess I should just go back, because he’ll become relentless and there’s no chance of me getting away.”
“Woah, I never said that.”
“I’m not gonna let you go back to him,” Dean stated, “if he’s sending this type of stuff, you won’t be safe, and I can’t protect you if you go back with him.”
“Then what do I do? Because I’m not going to let him hurt you either,” I stated defiantly, crossing my arms to emphasize my point.
Dean laughed darkly, “do you think that he could honestly hurt Sammy or me?”
“I know you can handle yourself with supernatural creeps Dean but Nick is human and he has guns. Even you two can’t outlive being shot,” I scoffed and they shared one of their weird brotherly looks but I didn’t have time to deal with the questions their shared look evoked.
“Let me to some research, until we have a plan you need to stay inside,” Sam told me – the finality in his tone worried me.
“What Sammy says goes,” Dean said crossing his arms. “Your safety is top priority right now.”
I vaguely heard Sam saying something on the phone to Jody – I hadn’t met her but knew she was the sheriff in a town in South Dakota.
“I’m going to finish dinner,” I stated unsure of what else to do with myself.
As I moved about the kitchen Dean entered and watched me for several minutes – the silence wasn’t uncomfortable but I could tell he wanted to say something to me.
“Speak your truth Dean.”
He chuckled, “I don’t want you to feel like you have to cook for us.”
“I don’t feel like I HAVE to,” I stated as I finished tossing the salad together. “You made breakfast, Sam is trying to figure out how to keep me from my husband, and I wanted salad to go with dinner and a pie,” I shrugged. “We need food and I decided to make it.”
I had a realization in that moment – I despised cooking at home but one reason why I felt that way was because Nick complained about nearly everything I cooked. Here in the bunker my food was devoured and I was thanked for it. I felt appreciated and loved even if that’s not exactly how the boys meant it. I also wasn’t in charge of literally every single thing – cooking, cleaning, basic maintenance – it was shared between the three of us.
“I don’t want you to come here and feel like you’ve become our slave – you don’t have to earn your keep here.”
I smiled up at him, “Dean, you boys don’t make me feel that way at all. I feel safe, respected, and cared for here – it’s a very different feeling than I’m used to.”
Dean rushed over and wrapped me in a tight hug – I never wanted that moment to end. I felt so good wrapped in his arms.
It took two weeks for Sam to figure out how to link to Nick’s phone and set up an alert if he was too close to Lebanon.
I was told to limit my time in town while the boys were gone on a hunt; Dean told me it was all-hands-on-deck because Donna found a pack of werewolves who had been living peacefully but recently, they all began to hunt people and the 11 wolves had taken out two entire families in one night. I’d offered to go with them – sure I could be of some use but Dean had rejected that thought.
“I can’t be off my game because I’m worrying over you,” Dean admitted and my heart fluttered – I told myself to stop it because it was just his protective nature.
The boys were gone for over a week on that hunt because the pack split up and the hunting party had to split up and track them down. Sam, Dean, Claire, and Jody had followed part of the pack down into Texas before catching them and ending the pack.
While they were off dealing with that, I’d cleaned pretty much the entire bunker, practiced baking a new type of pie and had gotten bored. I figured we needed supplies so I could make a pie for the boys’ return, and replace the cleaning supplies I’d used up.
I thought I’d be in town for 30 minutes so it was no big deal, my trip was cut short when I swore, I saw Nick standing outside of the diner across the street from the grocery store.
I wasn’t sure what to do because if I told Dean I’d left the bunker he’d be upset but I couldn’t go out again if Nick was in the area. I’d decided to wait until after we’d had dinner and then I’d admit what had happened but something in me snapped the moment I saw Dean. He had a black eye, a large scratch on his neck, and another on his arm.
“Dean?!” I’d rushed to him, “Are you ok?”
“I’ll be fine sweetheart,” he assured.
“Nick is in town,” I blurted.
“What?!”
“I saw him standing outside of Al’s.”
“So, you went to the grocery store?”
“We needed supplies,” I told him as my eyes dropped to the floor. “I came directly back here after seeing him and I haven’t left since.”
Dean’s jaw clinched, and he huffed a breath out, “ok, good,” he hugged me, “I’m glad you told me.”
“I missed the alert because we were in the middle of a battle,” Sam offered sadly. “I’m so sorry, Lane.”
“It’s not your fault Sam. You didn’t raise an entitled, selfish, prick who’s now chasing me down.” I sighed and added, “I really thought he’d give up when he realized he could do whatever he wanted and I wouldn’t be there to “bother” him.”
“Well, we need a break so we won’t be going anywhere for a bit,” Sam stated, “if we catch another hunt, you’ll just have to come with us until we get things figured out.”
Dean shot him a look, “we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Until then, I see you’ve got a feast for us and we shouldn’t let it go to waste,” he rubbed his hands together excitedly.
I laughed, “I made an apple pie – it’s only the second one I’ve made so I hope it’s ok.”
“I bet it’s amazing,” Dean grinned and pecked a kiss to my lips before moving toward the kitchen – I don’t think he even realized what had happened as he walked away.
Head's up... I've done a lot of challenges and bingos this fall so I have a pretty good backlog of work to schedule.
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Monday the 16th my next series New Life will begin posting here, I do have a masterlist built for it.
There will be some one-shots that fill my bingo squares and writing prompts and then in January a new series will begin posting here. It's called Castmates; it's going to be an absolute roller-coaster . . . here's a sneak peek from it if you're into RPF fics.
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Jared was spread out on the couch, Cora's head and hand resting on his chest; the sight shocking Jensen who covered his eyes for a moment, “whoa sorry,” he apologized assuming the worst.
“For what?” she asked, Jensen dropped his hand to find her sitting up, stretching toward the ceiling. “We were just hanging out.”
“She’s had a rough weekend with her ex,” Jared justified as he too rose from the couch.
Anger filled Jensen’s chest, “he didn’t do anything to you again did he?” he’d never liked the man but had kept it secret until the abuse became evident.
“Not physically - just got himself one of those expose’ interviews to, and I quote “give his side of the story.” She paused, “you know to tell people how I constantly belittled him and his “low end job,” how disrespectful I was to him and his family. Oh, and my constant flirting and cheating – it got me a bit worked up.”
“I can’t believe he’s still out there getting to talk after what he did to you,” Jensen grumbled.
“Yeah, I know,” she sighed, “But Jared reminded me that y’all know the truth, I still have a full-time job – well as full-time as acting can be – while he lives in his mama’s basement because his employer let him go since he violated their code of conduct and ethics. So, I’m gonna let him whine, lie, and dig his own pathetic little hole – people will see him for what he is eventually. He’s also out there claiming he’s not Jade’s dad and that Jared is.”
“It’s good you can focus on the positive,” Jensen nodded. “Let’s get some practice in before the kids show up huh?” he added hoping to change the subject and get to work.
Cora pulled out her script and grabbed a toy banana Olive had left lying in the living-room; to be the prop weapon she’d be holding in the scene. “I’m ready,” she announced, earning laughter from the boys.
A bit later Gen walked in with a tray of drinks, Cora and Jared were again snuggled against each other on the couch.
“Hello Jay,” Gen smiled.
He couldn’t help the way his eyes darted from Jared to Gen and back. He absolutely couldn’t believe the touching and physical contact between his costars.
He kept finding himself wondering, ‘have they always been so – handsy?’
At one point after they’d finished running lines and were waiting for the kids to return Cora was laying on the couch, her head resting on Jared’s leg as he stroked his hand over her hair.
Gen walked in and Jensen expected her to get upset, but she simply whispered, “she’s fast asleep,” snapped a picture and left the room again.
By that point Jensen was a bit uncomfortable and to be honest, a little weirded out with their displays of affection and was counting the minutes until Dee and the kids arrived.
“Gen, do you need any help?” he asked as he entered the kitchen.
“I don’t, but you seem tense can I ask why?”
“I’m good, I’m great in fact,” he added quickly.
“You do know I can see right through that act, right?”
“Huh?”
“Did Cora say something to offend you?”
“No”
“Jared?” she eyed him worriedly.
“No.”
“Then why are you acting so weird?”
“I’m not acting weird,” he finally sighed and looked at her, “do you not have a problem with the way they are – touching?”
“They cuddle, they care for each other when I’m not around, and they help each other.” Gen sighed, “You know Jared saved her during the last week you all were filming right?”
Summary: Dean had been injured a couple years back but survived. With the decision to retire set firm in his mind he decides to set out and try living in a few different towns. After a few weeks he ends up in Florida where he runs into someone he saved 20 years ago. He begins working as a mechanic for her golf car repair shop and learns there were consequences of his prior time with her.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Marisol/ Mari (OFC), Ray (OMC), Reader/ Y/N, Jody Mills
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, smut, slow burn, dad!Dean, mentions of teen pregnancy, single mom reader,
Chapter Warning: Sam basically plays matchmaker, the family from the other shop starts things with Mari, Mari calls Dean, "Dad"
Cover created by me using mostly my own photos, the image of Jensen and baby came from the spn wiki (i believe it's been on my phone for a long time)
Word count: 2,158 | Divider created in Canva by me
“Well, he never knew about Marisol so don’t feel too left out.”
“Why didn’t you tell him?”
“Uh, for one he was long gone by the time I figured it out. John told me to never contact him and I didn’t want to make life harder on him than it already was so I literally threw the note with his phone number away.”
“I’m sorry that happened.”
“Me too, but things worked out,” she paused and looked out the doorway, “do you think he might still like me?”
Sam chuckled, “he very much likes you, but he’s a bit gun shy with his relationships. He’s convinced that he’ll bring trouble to anyone he’s with.”
“Do you think he’d say yes if I asked him out?”
“Yes,” Sam laughed, “please ask him out.”
Over the next three weeks they secured the office and Y/N’s home. Someone had indeed attempted to gain access to the garage one night and that had sent Dean into a panic.
Between the attempted break-ins, the day-to-day business, and just living, Y/N finally managed to ask Dean out.
Just as Sam had predicted, Dean had said yes and they’d had a great night at a bar and grill she’d picked out.
The next morning Sam and Dean met at the diner before work to talk and have breakfast.
“So, how was your date?”
“I told you it wasn’t a date,” Dean muttered, “just had dinner,” he scooped a bite of eggs and bacon into his mouth.
“Yeah, ok,” his little brother chuckled at him, “that’s why you changed your shirt twice and tried on four different flannels before deciding on what to wear?”
“Stuff it,” Dean grumbled.
Within the hour they were at the shop both of them working on a new set of cars that were to look alike – a matching set of red Impalas for a couple who just celebrated 50 years of marriage.
“Can you imagine being married that long?” Sam asked.
“No,” Dean scoffed, “but then again at one point I couldn’t imagine living for 40 years and look where we are now?!”
“Yeah,” Sam said unsure of what else to say, “isn’t Marisol supposed to be back with the transmission for her car by now?”
Dean looked up for a moment, “I’m sure she got to talkin with Zander at their shop, she likes him – a lot,” Dean replied, but only went back to work for about two minutes before he laid his tools down and wondered into the office.
A few minutes later he returned to the garage, “Sam, we’re going to look for Marisol,” he barked.
“What do you mean she left their shop 30 minutes ago?”
“That’s what Zander said when I called over there. He told me they loaded the transmission into the back of her truck and she’d left right away.”
Dean followed the normal route she took when traveling between the garage and transmission shop.
“Why aren’t we building the transmissions in house?” Sam asked as he scanned side streets for her truck.
“It’s taking too much time so we contracted the last four, usually Mari does it.”
“What about another route? Would she have maybe taken lunch early?”
“Not if Zander hadn’t asked her to go eat,” Dean muttered. “Oh, yesterday Palm Way was under construction, she might not have known it’s back open,” Dean said almost excitedly, “what if she took the alternate route she’s been using,” he flipped the car around and followed the route that she’d sent him on a few days prior.
It was less than two minutes before they spotted Mari’s truck pulled off the road by an abandoned building with an overgrown lot.
Dean slammed the car into park and tore from the driver’s side – he could see a dent in the rear fender and noticed the pickup that belonged to one of the men he and Y/N had heard in the diner.
As he rounded to the driver’s side door he saw that same man, the younger of the two men was in Mari’s truck and they were struggling – his hand was under the edge of her shirt and she was fighting him off with all her might.
Dean yanked him from the truck with one hand – before Sam could get to him Dean had begun to pummel him.
“Dean!” shouted Sam, but it was too late, the man’s face was already bleeding and swelling.
“You’ll never lay a hand on her again!” he shouted as a sickening crack sounded as the other man’s nose broke.
“Dean, stop!” Mari shouted as she launched herself from the truck, “Dad stop!”
Everyone froze – Dean’s head snapped in her direction.
The bloody man below him mumbled, “wait he’s your dad!”
“He’s not worth going to jail for!”
Sam’s hand made contact with Dean’s shoulder, “she’s right,” he turned to Mari, “are you ok sweetie?”
She trembled, “he - r-ran me off the road, broke my fuckin window and climbed into the front seat. I want to go back to the shop. I gotta go fix my fuckin truck now!” she screamed and spit on the man on the ground, “Andrew, next time you try to touch me I’ll shoot your face off you hear me? Tell your Pa and Greg to fuck right off to hell and leave me and my shop the fuck alone.”
She turned and froze next to her truck, Andrew jumped up and ran for the safety of his own truck as Dean turned and pulled his daughter into his arms.
“You’re safe, I won’t let him hurt you again.”
“Marisol, why don’t you ride back with Dean and I’ll drive your truck back?” Sam offered.
She nodded as she did her best to dry her tears, “be careful, there’s a lot of glass,” she pointed at a couple of bloody spots on her legs.
“You get her back to Y/N,” Sam directed and Dean finally led her to the Impala.
Half an hour later Zander arrived to check on her, but what shocked them was that Andrew’s Grandfather Greg arrived.
“Are you the one that beat up my grandson?” he asked Sam.
“No, I’m not the one that stopped your nasty little grandson from attempting to rape my niece,” Sam answered.
“Oh, you’re using them newfangled trigger words, are ya?” he chuckled menacingly.
“I’m using the truth old man,” Sam barked, “that grandson of yours better learn to keep his damn hands to himself,” Sam warned as Y/N stepped into the garage.
“Greg why the eff are you here?”
“Seems as though my grandson got a bit excited when we told him to come tell little Marisol to stop this customizing nonsense.”
“Did your big idea of getting us to stop include attempted murder and rape because that’s what he was doing. Want to see the damage he caused to the truck? He ruined the fender and bashed her window in with a fucking baseball bat.”
“How do you know that?”
“For starters Mari doesn’t play baseball and if she fuckin did she wouldn’t do it with a bat that had Andrew’s fucking name written on it!” she screamed at him. “You wanted to kill her so we’d lose our business. What you didn’t expect was for her father and uncle to show up and rescue her.”
“She’s probably not that bad,” the old man scoffed.
Mari stepped into the garage; her hair a mess, a swollen and split lip, and several bandaids on her legs. “I’m not huh?”
Greg’s eyes widened, “that’s probably just from the accident.”
“No, old man, I was wearing my seat belt. The cuts happened when the glass shattered from his bat, the split lip is from him punching me, and the massive dent in my truck matches just where he tried to t-bone me, but my guess is he’s bad at math and miscalculated that too. Your bitch of a grandson got off easy this time.”
“This time?”
“Yeah, he comes after me again and I’ll be prepared,” she answered, “now you can pay for the new window, the fender repair and keep the fuck away from me and my family or I can have Zander call his older sister so we can fill out the appropriate police reports for the attempted murder, assault, and attempted sexual assault. Please keep in mind that the damage he took by my father saving me is most likely going to be dismissed because he was just doing what it took to stop a murder and sexual assault.”
“Ok, you win. I’ll pay off the accident but you have to stop making these custom golf cars.”
“Not a chance in hell.”
“Mari”
“No, mom! We are finally in the black again, after being screwed over more than once. We are not giving up my dream. I didn’t go to college, and get my fucking degree to lose my family business to the likes of you.”
“I can’t believe you’d be willing to throw your business away like this,” Greg remarked.
“I can’t believe you’d be willing to throw away your grandson like that,” Mari growled, “Because if he comes near me again, I’m going to shoot him and claim self-defense, and with his record who will the police believe?”
He pulled out a roll of cash, “that’s about three thousand,” he remarked, “that should cover it if you do the work in house.”
“I’ll let you all off the hook this time but, you need to remember I have a file with images of the damage, a video file of you entering the garage and offering to pay us off.”
“Stay out of my territory and I’ll stay out of yours.”
“You stay out of my way,” Mari growled as she yanked the cash away and placed it in her pocket, “no sneaking into my back gate – I do have your boys on camera and the next time it happens they will leave missing parts – either from my shotgun or my dog,” she threatened, “this makes us even for the truck, but you tell your kin that if they come round here makin’ trouble a ton of bricks will come down on them.”
“I heard ya,” he snapped, “you gonna let your child talk like that to me?” he asked Y/N.
Dean stepped between Greg and Y/N, “our daughter told you the rules, abide by them or fuck around and find out.”
“I don’t have to take this!” Greg roared and he stormed out of the garage.
Dean and Y/N pulled Marisol into a group hug before they moved into the office to have another talk.
“Sam?” Ray asked, “you think we just opened a can a worms?”
“I think I need to grab a couple extra cameras before tomorrow’s shift,” Sam grinned, “I think my niece has her dad’s stubborn streak and knows we’ll rally behind her.”
“I think dat girl got more than just us to rally behind her,” Ray chuckled. “You mind filling the oil in dat car and doing a test drive so I can make a phone call?”
“Sure thing, man,” Sam smiled before moving to handle the end of Ray’s oil change – what he didn’t realize was Ray went to call George at the machine shop and a couple other businesses they worked with – he figured if they got a little heads up about Andrew threatening Mari, they may have something to say about doing business with Greg’s team.
Within the next three months they got busy enough to hire a friend of Mari’s, and Eileen fulltime.
“Eileen is a whiz at the books,” Y/N gushed to Sam, “she’s going to be handling all payroll and I’ll be handling all billing and banking needs. With you doing inventory and ordering we really streamlined things.”
Sam was so proud of Eileen for taking some classes at the local college and learning some accounting so she could help out.
In less than a year they’d gone from being in major debt and nearly losing the business to hiring three fulltime employees and pumping out enough golf cars to get their name out in the community enough that there was a chance they’d need to expand to a second shop to keep up the pace.
It was all overwhelming Dean a bit because he wanted to take things down a notch and spend more time with Y/N, but he wasn’t sure how to approach that subject. She’d been the one to ask him out, she’d been the one to initiate all their make-out sessions and then it seemed to plateau.
He was also worried about Marisol – she seemed to be keeping secrets and he found her to be far more jumpy than usual for the past few weeks.
Summary: Dean had been injured a couple years back but survived. With the decision to retire set firm in his mind he decides to set out and try living in a few different towns. After a few weeks he ends up in Florida where he runs into someone he saved 20 years ago. He begins working as a mechanic for her golf car repair shop and learns there were consequences of his prior time with her.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Marisol/ Mari (OFC), Ray (OMC), Reader/ Y/N, Jody Mills
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, smut, slow burn, dad!Dean, mentions of teen pregnancy, single mom reader,
Chapter Warning: Dean suggests Sam and Eileen come on to help at the shop, drama starts with another shop owner
Cover created by me using mostly my own photos, the image of Jensen and baby came from the spn wiki (i believe it's been on my phone for a long time)
Word count: 2,158 | Divider created in Canva by me
Over the next few weeks they discussed Pala, the name Marisol gave Dean’s golf car, and how they could work more customs into their plans. Marisol was worried that Ray wouldn’t really be able to handle that type of work.
“The man can do magic with an engine but he can’t paint a straight line for shit,” she laughed.
“Ironically, he told me that himself a while back,” Dean shook his head. “We need to focus on just getting the word out though, right?”
“Yeah, but how?”
“Dean needs to be seen around town in it,” Y/N stated. “Word of mouth is your best advertisement. Another thing that could be good is to have another made and put it in the lobby.”
“What’s the next classic car you could do?” Marisol turned to Dean expectantly.
“Gotta be a Mustang,” he said with a shrug.
“What year?” she asked.
“Well, we should figure that out, you’ll have to help me put it together.”
Once they settled on a model to copy Dean and Marisol got to work on their new project; they agreed to work on it when they didn’t have paying customers. Y/N soon found herself having to drag one or both of them away from the project several times per week.
“I’m glad you two are getting along better but can we please leave, we have dinner plans remember?” Y/N reminded.
“Come on Kiddo,” Dean bumped Marisol’s arm, “we don’t wanna make your mom mad.”
“Ugh, I know,” Marisol replied dramatically, “we’ll never hear the end of it.”
“First off, I didn’t ask to be ganged up on by the peanut gallery, and secondly Pa asked us to come for a family dinner, no balking.”
Dean felt like he shouldn’t be going with them to family dinner but he changed his shirt and followed along just the same.
Pa was introducing his girlfriend to the group and announcing his official retirement from the shop – Y/N would be full owner of the shop once the paperwork was signed.
Due to her father’s good side investments, he’d be able to stop working and live very comfortably – not that Y/N believed he’d steer clear of the shop for long.
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Three months later Dean and Marisol had finished the Mustang and they had begun sketching out ideas for a Trans AM and some other possibilities.
“You’re so good at this,” Marisol remarked watching Dean smooth out a dent in an older cart.
“I’ve rebuilt Baby a few times.”
“What? Why?”
“Got T-boned by a semi once,” he said nonchalantly.
Her eyes went wide, “how are you still alive?”
“Luck,” he shrugged.
“Damn, I guess,” she paused, “I hate to admit it but you got a good eye on this stuff and I’m thoroughly awed about it.”
“Well, if you keep being nice to me, I might teach ya a thing or two,” he grinned at her.
“I am nice.”
He scooted out from under the car and scowled up at her, “you call me old man.”
“It’s done with adoration”
“Bullshit,” he barked out a laugh and rolled back under the car to finish attaching some wires and brackets so they could test how the engine would handle the weight of the additions they’d made so far.
Once they got three cars finished, they started promoting more, Dean carried a stack of Y/N’s business cards around and when people asked him about the “mini-Impala,” he’d whip a card out and let them know that she could assist with customization ideas and orders.
Y/N had worked really hard to create an order sheet, a brochure with some mockups, and a couple of sales fliers.
It was less than a month after they began to promote their new service and they had at least seven customers asking to have their own cars customized or to purchase a completely new car made for them.
The busier they got the closer he got with Marisol – she was hardworking, honest to a fault, and put the gruffest persona she could out there for the public to see; but hidden under her so-called rough exterior she was sweet, helpful, and kind. Dean admired Y/N for helping Marisol to grow into the amazing young woman she was.
The day after they’d delivered their second finished classic custom Y/N had four more phone calls, one customer who walked in with a stack of cash to place a down payment, and one who asked to be added to the waitlist for the next open
She confided in Dean that night that the business had a new problem – they couldn’t keep up. “Ray is as busy as can be with just regular orders,” she told him as she poured a second glass, “Marisol and you are doing great but for the most part we won’t be able to keep up with the demand and we cannot afford to start giving these down payments back if we don’t meet deadlines. Plus, the car the guy who called today – I don’t even know if you can do that car!” she took a big gulp, finally taking a breath. “I haven’t even mentioned the fact that I can barely keep up with the books and ordering.”
Dean moved closer and hugged her, “what can we do? How can I help you?”
“Unless you’re trained in bookkeeping, I don’t think you can help, and we’re under such a tight budget that I can’t hire anyone who’s properly trained and that can lead to troubles.”
Dean interrupted her, “what if I could get you help for some of the other office tasks?”
“Like what and who?”
“My brother, Sammy’s smart as fuck, I bet you could train him to do the ordering and he might be able to help in the garage too.”
“He’s a mechanic?”
“Not exactly, but I did teach him everything I know about takin care of Baby,” Dean grinned.
“If Sam could help with the orders and the small maintenance on the standard cars it could work.”
“Eileen his girl might be able to help you out too,” Dean added with a shrug.
Sam wasn’t so sure about Dean’s idea but he agreed to talk things over with Eileen – two weeks later they were in Florida booking a room at the same motel Dean was still staying in.
“I don’t know how I let you talk me into this,” Sam muttered as they entered the building that Monday morning.
“What, you’re gonna love working with your older brother again,” Dean teased.
Y/N took Sam to the office and they started training right away, by lunch Sam thought his head might explode with the amount of information he’d learned already.
The first three days felt that way but then on the fourth day Y/N told him she wanted him to place the parts order and she’d check it before he submitted it. He was so relieved that he only messed up on one line and it was a simple misplacement of a decimal point.
“They would have called about that,” Y/N giggled, “we never order by the quarter yard so they would have called and would be easy to fix even if you submitted already.”
“Well, that’s good to know,” he chuckled.
“Dean was right you’re really smart and picking this up all very quickly, but Sam do you think you’ll enjoy working here?”
He cleared his throat, “um you know what Dean and I did, um before?”
“Yeah, I know your life has been difficult – to say the least. But if you really don’t enjoy it please don’t stick around and be miserable on my or Dean’s account.”
“I feel like it’s going to take a little getting used to but compared to hunting monsters, this will be a cake walk.”
She smiled at him, “I hope so. Just having you dealing with the bulk of this will take so much off my shoulders.”
“I never would have guessed we’d retire from hunting and end up in Florida,” Sam chucked. “It seems like a great place to settle though.”
“I think it is,” she grinned. “So, Dean said you can do some of the engine work?”
“Yeah, I’m not a genius like Dean at that kind of stuff but I can manage.”
“Thanks for giving us a chance Sam.”
A month later Dean and Y/N were sitting at the diner having lunch and they overheard a couple of men talking about the new golf cars they’d seen driving around town, so they made it a point to listen in.
“Well, sure they look neat but those assholes are gonna put me out of business,” grumbled one of the men.
“What do you mean?”
“People are calling me asking me if I build the classic Impalas and Trans-Ams, they get mad when I say no,” he huffed, “the last guy who called actually had the balls to ask the name of the damn shop that’s doing it.”
“Is there anything you can do to put a stop to it?”
“Well, I got two options,” he chuckled, “get ahold of the big car manufactures and put em out of business for copying designs without permission, or steal their plans and copy what they are doing.”
They returned to the office and talked with Sam about the whole thing, “well first of all you haven’t ever promoted any of your stuff with actual logos or emblems that would make people think you were in business with the big car companies so I don’t see the copyright thing actually working. I didn’t study that as much I was really more interested in criminal law,” he stated, “but I might still have some contacts I could double check with. As far as him stealing the plans where are they?”
Dean tapped his head, “I’ve been cutting all the body design by hand, there is no blueprint or plan for it. This all started as a project – something to see if I could do it.”
“Still,” Sam glanced between them, “if anyone thinks they can or should be trying to break in we will want to put a little extra into security. After all, they may decide to damage or take other items such as computers, equipment, or tools that could be sold for cash. I’d also be concerned with vandalism because they may try to scare you out of business.”
“Ok, don’t scare her this isn’t the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s,” Dean grumbled.
“No, Dean, he’s right,” she laid her hand on his bicep to calm him down, “this is exactly the kind of thing that happens in a business battle that we could be heading into.”
“Well, I’ll have Marisol see if she can fix the broken camera at the back door and if not, we’ll get a new one ordered tomorrow.”
“Why don’t you keep her working in the bay and I’ll look it over,” Sam offered.
“You know about security cameras?”
He shrugged, “I have enough experience with it we’ve dealt with over the years,” he remarked.
“You seem like you want to forget that life?”
“There is a lot about my past I’d like to ignore or forget. I’m also not sure what you know, or are comfortable with.”
“I know enough to protect myself a bit. I know that a witch killed my mother, and I can tell by the way you’re shifting about that it makes you uncomfortable.”
“I’m, no. I just sometimes forget that Dean lived a whole life out there while I was in college.”
Summary: Dean had been injured a couple years back but survived. With the decision to retire set firm in his mind he decides to set out and try living in a few different towns. After a few weeks he ends up in Florida where he runs into someone he saved 20 years ago. He begins working as a mechanic for her golf car repair shop and learns there were consequences of his prior time with her.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Marisol/ Mari (OFC), Ray (OMC), Reader/ Y/N, Jody Mills
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, smut, slow burn, dad!Dean, mentions of teen pregnancy, single mom reader,
Chapter Warnings: Mari and Dean learn the truth about her father,
Cover created by me using mostly my own photos, the image of Jensen and baby came from the spn wiki (i believe it's been on my phone for a long time)
Word count: 1,736 | Divider created in Canva by me
A couple days into their stay Dean had taken Sam and Eileen by the garage so he could show them where he worked and pick up his latest paycheck. They had made small talk with Ray, and Y/N for a bit. After stopping to cash his check and pick up some sunscreen and snacks they’d gone to the beach.
“Dean, I need to ask you something.”
“What’s that Sammy?” Dean smiled at his brother.
“Well, I guess I have two questions now,” he chuckled, “first off did you think we’d ever be doing this?” he gestured to imply them sitting on the beach.
“No, honestly there were lots of times I didn’t think this would ever actually happen. We’re missing the matching Hawaiian shirts and a few people I’d like to be here but I’m proud that we got to this moment.”
“Me too,” Sam grinned, “uh the other question is about Y/N”
Dean sighed assuming his brother was going to give him grief about her for some reason, “what about her?”
“You told me you knew her from a long time ago, right?”
“Yeah, worked a case in her home town. Her mom was killed by a witch and Dad killed the witch, why?”
“How old is Marisol?”
“Around 20 why?”
“Have you ever looked at her?” Sam asked, a look on his face that Dean couldn’t read.
“No, she’s a kid,” he replied with disgust.
“Not like that,” Sam sighed, “I’m especially glad you weren’t lookin at her because she looks just like you.”
“What?!” Dean practically shrieked.
“Just curious if you ever met her dad?”
“No, Marisol mentioned that her dad was just a fling and left town a long time ago.”
“You might want to ask Y/N about it,” Sam offered.
It would take Dean nearly two weeks and one hell of an embarrassing moment at a local machine shop before he’d get the nerve to talk with Y/N.
“Hi George,” Marisol called, “we’re here to pick up those parts you machined for us, I also wanted to introduce you to Dean; he might be coming by to pick up parts or make orders.”
“Ahh good to finally meet your dad,” George stuck his hand out.
Dean shook it but looked between Marisol and George – sure he’d wondered, but ‘could this complete stranger be right?’
“He’s a new hire,” she squinted at the two men, “pretty sure my dad is dead or something.”
“Oh, sorry,” he paused, “you two just look incredibly similar and I guessed. Sorry man.”
“Eh, I’m sure I’ve been accused of worse things, Marisol is a knowledgeable hardworking young woman.”
“She sure is,” George replied, obviously thrilled with the change of direction, “can you pull up to the blue door and I’ll get ya loaded up?”
“Sure thing,” Marisol replied, spinning her keyring around her finger and walking back out the front door.
As Dean and George walked out to the shop George pointed out the doors, “just so you know if you’re dropping off anything bigger than a shoe box it goes to the white door, the blue one is for pickups only.”
“That’s very helpful to know.”
“Yeah, no prob. Listen about earlier, I took a guess and I hope I didn’t offend. Y/N and I are pretty close and she told me that Marisol’s dad hadn’t been able to stick around for her because he had some pretty severe family stuff and work and you look really similar to her and to the one picture Y/N had of Marisol’s dad. I gotta say that kid is beautiful but she literally looks like the girl version of that guy.”
“Huh, that’s interesting,” Dean half lied. “I’ve only been here a couple months.”
“Well, not to be unprofessional but you better do better than the last guy because there’s a lot of people who will be after your ass if you fuck ‘em over.”
“Absolutely no plans for that. In fact, I’m working on a project to try and boost some sales for them because they deserve the world.”
George nodded, shot him a wide grin, “good, just don’t hurt those girls, they are family.”
Dean helped load up and made it his mission to finish the car he was working on early so he could head inside and chat with Y/N, once and for all.
The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on but Dean finished with the car 20 minutes before his shift was over and he headed into the office to give Y/N the good news.
He knocked on the door, which was partially ajar, “Y/N, I got the blue car done,” he called softly, in case, she was on the phone.
“Come in Dean,” she called, “Sorry, I’m battling with a spreadsheet,” she muttered. “Whose car was it again?”
Dean handed her the forms he had, “Mr. Collins’?”
“Oh, yes,” she laid the paper on top of a stack and placed her cell on it, before glaring at the screen once more, with a few clacks to the keyboard she looked up to see Dean still leaned against the door frame.
“What’s bothering you?”
Dean took that as an invite and slipped into the room, leaving the door cracked a smidge he settled in a chair across the desk from Y/N and dove right in, “I gotta ask you about Marisol,” he stated and she let out a heavy sigh.
“What did she do?”
“What? She didn’t do anything, we were at George’s Machine Shop and he made a comment about it being nice to finally meet her dad,” Dean let his words trail off because he couldn’t think of what to say – especially with the way Y/N looked – completely neutral.
“I should have told you sooner,” she whispered.
But before she could get any further the door swung open and Marisol propped herself against the doorway, much like Dean had. She didn’t bother to peek into the small L-shaped office so she hadn’t seen him sitting there.
“Dean Winchester is my father?!”
Y/N gaped like a goldfish, “yeah, ok,” she turned to face him, “there now you both know.”
“Mom what the fuck!?” Marisol shouted.
Dean flinched; his heart filled with sadness that he’d given her that – that ball of rage that simmered within him still to this day.
“How could you not tell me the truth!?”
“I told you the undercover names of your father and grandfather because I wanted to keep you safe.”
“So, you kept me safe for lying to me for twenty-fucking-years, and then just turned around and hired him? So, what you hire him, he starts this project to increase our sales and output so he can take our business?”
“Whoa, what are you talkin’ about kid?”
“You’re not slidin’ in here and stealing my family’s business just because mom can’t see past your pretty eyes!”
Dean’s forehead scrunched up in confusion as he looked between the two women.
“Oh, and fuck you for abandoning us!” she shouted and stormed down the hallway.
“What just happened?” Dean finally exhaled.
“You’ve met Marisol,” Y/N remarked. “She’s got a mean streak when she feels threatened. You wanna explain what you did to make MY daughter feel threatened?”
“I have no idea. I sure as shit didn’t come get a job here to take anything over – I recognized you and since we got along I just kinda hoped you’d help me this time. I left monster hunting and needed a real job.”
“I saw the car you’re working on in the spare bay.”
“I paid for everything with my own money, if you want receipts I can provide them – well,” he chuckled, “all but one because I’m not sure how to get it from my phone to a printer.”
Y/N laughed, “now you sound like Marisol.”
“Why’d you name her Marisol?”
“Two reasons,” she smiled back at him. “My mother and grandmother’s middle names were Marisol, I also remembered you telling me that your mother was named Mary, I thought it would be a good nickname. Through school she went by Mari,” Y/N grabbed a piece of scratch paper and wrote it out, “We spelled it, M-A-R-I, instead of with a Y.”
“That’s really sweet.”
“I hired you because you came back into my life and it reminded me that you’re my person Dean, even if I couldn’t have you in my world romantically, I’ve been connected to you since I was a senior in high school and that will never change.”
“Why didn’t you call me and let me know about her?”
“Because the day after your dad had taken care of that witch he’d stopped at my dad’s house and told me that I was to steer clear of you. He told me that you were off limits. That you had bigger and better things to do than have some little girl as your girlfriend. I hated him so much in that moment and even more so three weeks later when I realized I was pregnant. I honestly only had eyes for you but I didn’t want to cause you issues. I tried to call your number once; Mari was screaming, the doc called it colic and I was so frustrated I tried calling you to come get her. I thought I was a bad mom and she’d like you better, the phone was disconnected though. Thankfully Pa was a champ and would pace the living-room with her, while I went for a walk or took a nap – he always said he’d done the same with me. We came here when she was ten,” Y/N paused at to study Dean’s face for a moment, he kept silent just waiting to see what she had to say.
“Pa’s cousin had opened a repair shop; it was doing ok but he was much older and very sick. Pa took it over and soon realized it wasn’t all that successful and he couldn’t compete with the bigger shops, but he was good at this stuff and I was getting a degree in business. Soon we’d shifted gears, closed down the old building for a few weeks while we made some repairs and learned a few new tricks for working on the golf cars – the rest they say is history.”
She rose from her seat, “follow me,” she ordered, “we built this place, sold the old building, and things picked up here, so a few years ago we hired, Nick, he worked well at first. After a couple years he asked if he could order parts for his project under our account because we get a discount, he paid me back and it wasn’t an issue. The problem was eventually he was known well enough that nobody questioned him ordering for the shop and soon enough he’d racked up some large bills. On top of that he opened several accounts using our name and maxed out those credit lines too,” she paused at his work bays.
“So, I hired you hoping that you would take the job at the slightly lower pay rate since you really had no employment history – I couldn’t afford anything higher but we really do need a third person in the garage in order to skate by. My plan was to get you a bonus and a good raise once we’re back in the black. Anyway, Marisol isn’t very trusting person but especially after Nick,” she shook her head, “he took off and we’ve only recovered about $5,000 out of the fifty-grand he stole.”
“I can understand that,” Dean stated.
“Ray thinks this might save us,” she pointed at the car that was covered with a tarp, “so what is the big deal here?”
Summary: Dean had been injured a couple years back but survived. With the decision to retire set firm in his mind he decides to set out and try living in a few different towns. After a few weeks he ends up in Florida where he runs into someone he saved 20 years ago. He begins working as a mechanic for her golf car repair shop and learns there were consequences of his prior time with her.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Marisol/ Mari (OFC), Ray (OMC), Reader/ Y/N, Jody Mills
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, smut, slow burn, dad!Dean, mentions of teen pregnancy, single mom reader,
Chapter Warnings: Dean starts to wonder about Marisol being his kid, smutty flashback,
Cover created by me using mostly my own photos, the image of Jensen and baby came from the spn wiki (I believe -it's been on my phone for a long time)
Word count: 1,736 | Divider created in Canva by me
Y/N had given him a paper application and he was so thankful for not being told to go get on some website to apply for the job. Dean hadn’t pointed out that he knew her – he wasn’t sure if she’d ever want to see him again if she recognized him so he’d just thanked her for the application and gone back to the motel.
He promptly returned the paperwork; the next morning and they’d taken a copy of his ID with the promise to call after they’d looked it over. What shocked Dean the most was the phone call from Y/N, by lunch time.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Hi, Dean this is Y/N at the garage. I wanted to talk with you a little more about your application and complete an official interview with you.”
“Ok, when would you like to do that?”
“Uh, the sooner the better,” she chuckled nervously, “do you have plans for lunch?”
Dean glanced around the diner, “I haven’t had lunch yet,” he replied. “I just got to Bill’s Diner but”
“Can I meet you there?”
“Um, yeah?” he answered nervously.
She was there within five minutes of hanging up, “hi,” she greeted.
Dean stood, greeted her, “good afternoon,” he smiled as they settled across from each other at the booth he’d been in.
“So, Dean,” she smiled, and he knew that she remembered him, “How’s things been?” she continued.
He felt nervous suddenly but he answered, “pretty hectic. How about you?”
She grinned and looked at the table, “I can relate to that answer. Been real busy these past 20 years,” she let out a heavy sigh, “I never got to thank you for saving Pa and I.”
“You didn’t call me to meet up for that right?” he grinned at her.
“No, I suppose I didn’t,” she pulled a file out, “I know your back story -well a little, so I can overlook your employment gaps, but I would like to know a bit about what you’ve done the past 20 years?”
Dean started working for Y/N the following week – his record had been “handled” so he was able to pass the background check – although Dean figured that Y/N might have been able to overlook anything that could have popped up because she knew what his real job had been. He thanked his lucky stars that she was the one running the shop.
Marisol had been less than thrilled with his hiring and had handed him off to Ray for training. There was something about the younger woman that just kept sitting in the back of Dean’s mind; he couldn’t figure out what it was about her that kept trying to sneak from the back of his brain but never quite could.
About a month after he’d begun working there, he saw a golf car that looked like a 1950’s Chevy Belair pass by and it gave him an idea.
“Ray,” he called, “did you see that cart?” Dean pointed at it.
“Oh, dat little Belair? Yeah, brotha dat guy’s cousin has a custom shop and they really worked that one up. A couple places round here do some classic 50’s cars,” Ray stated and turned back to his work, “why you ask?”
“Well, it gives me an idea. What about some 60’s muscle cars?”
“I saw a white and blue Mustang once, but I neva saw more like it.”
“I know the money is a little tight around the shop, what if we moved into customizing?”
“We do custom jobs, just paint and new seats though.”
“Ray,” Dean grinned at him, “what if we started making some 60’s and 70’s cars though.”
“I’m good with engines brotha,” Ray laughed. “If you can do the custom body Y/N might allow it, but I’m not sure how you’d get her approval for that.”
“Hmm,” Dean began to think of ways to make his idea a reality.
The day wrapped up quickly and Dean hurried to the motel to call Sam and tell him his ideas.
It took Dean several weeks to save up some cash and purchase his own golf car to begin working on.
“You’re off shift old man,” Marisol stated as she leaned against the bay he was working in.
“I’m not that old kiddo,” he smirked at her.
“’You’re like two years older than my mom,” she retorted.
Dean rolled his eyes at her, “and yes I’m off shift but this is my own car and my own money so your mom said I could use the bay for my project.”
She eyed him suspiciously, “oh, ok. What exactly are you working on?”
“Custom build to match my car,” he answered simply, as he placed a new piece over the front that looked just like the Impala’s front end.
“Wow,” she whispered, “that looks just like your car. Is the engine going to handle the extra weight?”
“I think so,” he muttered. “Won’t know for sure until I try right?”
She grinned at him and it suddenly hit him – Marisol looked like a younger female version of him, ‘oh shit!’
“So, maybe this old man’s not so old and dumb after all,” he smirked back at her.
“Eh we’ll see,” she laughed and walked away, “see ya tomorrow.”
“Nope, I’m off for a few days, I got family coming in. We might stop by so my brother can see the place.”
“That’s nice,” she smiled a sad smile, “I’m an only, always wanted a baby brother or sister.”
“You weren’t born here were ya?”
“Nah,” she shook her head, “Mom had me young – high school fling who took off with his dad when something happened in our town. The dad was like in the FBI or something. She doesn’t talk much about it.”
Dean couldn’t stop himself and asked, “did you ever think about trying to find him?”
“Nah, the dude gave her some fake name.”
“I see. Well, have a great rest of your week,” he called.
“Yeah, you too,” and with that last phrase she was gone.
Dean spent a couple more hours working on his project before his stomach growling reminded him of how late it was. He looked at the half-finished car – it really did look like a smaller version of his Baby. He turned the corner to leave and nearly bumped into Y/N.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you were still here.”
“Yeah, trying to crunch some numbers,” she answered. “Did Ray tell you about the guy who we had before you?”
“Just mentioned that he wasn’t the best employee.”
She scoffed, “that’s putting it much nicer than I ever could. He scammed us for nearly fifty grand just in parts. That’s why nobody takes payment but me and Marisol, now.”
“She’s damn good at her job.”
“Yeah, she is,” Y/N smiled. “One day in high school she announced she wanted to enroll at the community college and I was thrilled, then she explained she wanted to do the auto tech and auto body courses and I was a bit surprised but told her I’d support it and here we are. She graduated from college with an associates degree a week before she finished high school.”
“Well, she picked well,” he smiled.
“Yes she did, how’s your project going by the way?”
“Good, I’ve got one thing that’s really tripping me up but I think I’ll figure it out soon.”
“Awesome, enjoy your time with Sam.”
“Thanks, see ya around.”
That night as Dean waited for Sam and Eileen to arrive, he thought back to the first time he’d met Y/N, and how they’d spent several days hanging out with each other. That led him to thinking about the night he’d been tasked with distracting her so his father could handle the witch.
“I’ve never been to the fair,” she admitted as they exited the tilt-a-whirl ride.
“What?” Dean asked in surprise, “how is that possible?”
“Mama always said it was dangerous.”
Dean took her hand, tugging her close to whisper, “I’m the most dangerous thing here, Sweetheart.”
“I don’t believe that,” she cooed back, “you are too sweet to be dangerous,” she pecked a kiss to his cheek.
How Dean wished those words could be true – he was nothing compared to her. Hell, he was only with her at the moment because his father sent him on a mission – he was keeping her safe.”
“Tonight was fun but I need to get home.”
“I’ll get you home in time,” he promised and pulled her close to press a kiss to her lips.
She’d trailed along behind him, their hands linked so he didn’t lose her in the crowd. They got to the Impala and he drove her out of town a ways.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked – her voice laced with a hint of fear.
Dean clasped her hand in his and kissed her knuckles, “we got some time before you gotta be home, I thought we could look at the stars a bit.”
“Oh, I guess that’s ok,” she let out a soft sigh, just watching the world go by.
They’d been in the spot for several minutes – just making small talk, when he took the chance to kiss her.
He could tell she was blushing as she pulled away finally, “Dean, what are you doing?”
“I just want a little more time with you,” he admitted honestly.
It hadn’t taken him ten minutes to get her into the backseat, and out of the little pair of jean shorts she’d had on.
They’d been laying there cuddling when John had called to let Dean know he could bring her back to her father’s house. When they arrived at the motel Dean moved to grab something from the trunk and as John passed the car he’d noticed two things in the back that had set him off.
Apparently in the hurry to redress and get her home they’d missed picking up the condom wrapper and she’d forgotten to put her red and black lace camisole on.
John instantly knew what Dean had been up to and had flown into a rage – he’d given Dean a bloody nose and told him that he was never to have sex with a client.
Ironic how his father had set that rule even though he’d had a kid with one of the people he’d saved years before telling Dean that was a rule.
Summary: Dean had been injured a couple years back but survived. With the decision to retire set firm in his mind he decides to set out and try living in a few different towns. After a few weeks he ends up in Florida where he runs into someone he saved 20 years ago. He begins working as a mechanic for her golf car repair shop and learns there were consequences of his prior time with her.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Marisol/ Mari (OFC), Ray (OMC), Reader/ Y/N, Jody Mills
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, smut, slow burn, dad!Dean, mentions of teen pregnancy, single mom reader,
Cover created by me using mostly my own photos, the image of Jensen and baby came from the spn wiki (i believe it's been on my phone for a long time)
Word count: 1,119
Dean had been gone from the bunker for seven weeks, when he arrived in Florida; he was both exhilarated and exhausted at that thought.
For some reason once the pain had subsided enough and he was cleared from physical therapy; something he’d only finished in order to get Sammy off his back – Dean knew he had to leave.
The idea of spending another day in the state of Kansas made him want to scream; so, he’d tuned up his beloved car, packed a couple bags and drove east. He didn’t really have a plan other than maybe find a nice quiet place to settle down; hopefully a place he hadn’t spent time in.
He wanted to avoid those memories – avoid anything that might remind him of hunting, if at all possible.
He tried a couple places before heading south to New Orleans; sure, he’d been there but NOLA was always different.
Sadly, by the second night there he’d come across a nest of vamps having to call in a team of younger hunters who were nearby. Dean hadn’t packed up and hightailed it from a town that quickly in years.
He had gone west into Texas and spent a few weeks here and there, but he always figured something out rather quickly – ‘none of these places felt like home,’ so he’d ramble on to the next place without setting any roots. That was how he ended up in this little town in Central Florida.
He booked a motel and checked in with Sam and set about taking in the sights. The idea of him ending up in a retirement community seemed laughable the first few days but the longer he spent checking out the area the more the town grew on him.
Dean spent two days dodging golf cars – he’d only ever heard them called golf carts so it was hard to change and call them golf cars like everyone else did, but he wanted to fit in – which was a new feeling for him.
On his third day he was having a late lunch one afternoon at the local diner when a familiar looking woman walked in.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her – it was Y/N, he knew her name; she was one of the few girls from his past he really truly remembered – if he was honest with himself, she really was the one girl he could have seen himself giving hunting up for, but he hadn’t been able to. John made sure she wouldn’t take Dean out of the life back then; he’d threatened him and they’d left town once her and her dad were safe.
They’d hunted down the witch who was on a revenge streak – she’d killed two of her high school teachers because they’d held her back for failing all her science and math classes that year, the police officer who’d given her one too many parking tickets, and her ex’s wife – Dean had been with you when you’d found your mom dead in the kitchen. Strangled in a locked house with no one else around – your father had been out of town on a work errand for his boss that day and returned minutes after Dean had dragged you out to the front porch hoping that whatever killed your mom wasn’t still inside.
The next evening John and Dean had connected the last of the clues, killed the witch, and left town before sunset the following evening.
‘That had to have been what . . . 20 years?’ Dean wondered.
Dean tossed enough cash to cover his meal and a tip on the table before following Y/N out the door – he wasn’t even sure why but he wanted to see where she was going. He trailed down the street behind her to a long building that had a fueling station, a car wash, a small garage with several golf cart bays, and a lobby.
Dean paused by the edge of the garage for a moment – there was one man working in the shop and Dean noticed a help wanted sign hanging in the lobby window. He pondered the idea of what it might take to work in the garage and was deep in thought when the mechanic stepped closer to the open door.
“Can I help ya son?”
“Oh, uh – no?” Dean paused, “well, just wondering, do you like working here?”
“Yeah, it’s a good retirement job for me,” the older man replies. “you a mechanic?”
“I’m good under the hood,” Dean chuckled, as he thought about how many times he’d rebuilt all or part of Baby.
“Come’re,” he gave a follow me gesture and lead Dean into the garage
. “Not supposed to let customers in here but take a look, see what ya think,” he began to point out several empty bays as well as two that have cars in various stages of repair.
“That’s Marisol’s work bay, neva touch her shit,” he chuckled, “oh I’m Ray by the way,” he held out a grease-stained hand.
“Good to meet ya, I’m Dean.”
“Well, Dean, if you're looking for a job, if'n you’re willing to be responsible and put up with people they got a paper application in the lobby.”
“No fully online stuff here?” Dean joked.
“Nah man dey keep it pretty old school here,” he laughed.
“You from NOLA?” Dean asked.
“How about you, my friend?” Ray answered with a nod.
“Had a friend from those parts, you remind me of him.”
“Well, if he was a friend then I’ll take the honor, brotha.”
Dean couldn’t help but laugh at the similarities – he even kinda looked like Benny – it managed to do one thing though; it made him miss Sammy.
“Who should I talk to about applying?”
“Ahh, I’d ask Y/N Y/L/N, she’s taking over the shop for her Pa.”
“Thanks for the tour,” Dean called and turned to leave through the garage door.
“Who are you?” a young woman Dean guessed her age around 20 was asking.
Something about her seemed so familiar, yet Dean was sure he had never met her, “My name is Dean,” he smiled warmly – at least he hoped that was the impression he was making. “I was curious about any openings.”
“Ma, says we’re hiring, I don’t think it’s a good idea but that’s what she insists. She’s in the office if ya wanna talk with her,” she paused and Dean moved to sidestep her.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t step foot back in this garage unless you’re an employee, can’t have some rando getting hurt in here,” she added, “insurance reasons,” and then quickly turned toward her work bay.
Dean thought about what Ray had said and figured he must have just met Marisol.
Warnings: fluff, not proofread, and tbh I don’t even know where this is going.
A/n: new series (hopefully) First time writing an AU. Don’t let this flop please🙏🏻
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.
Dean Winchester is the CEO of Winchester Co. for the past four years. He’s the oldest son of John Winchester the found and owner of Winchester Co., a real estate business spread all over the country. His office corner suite on the top of the floor in the building with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The décor is modern yet understated, featuring a large mahogany desk, plush leather chairs, and abstract art on the walls. Behind the desk is a sleek bookshelf lined with awards, framed contracts. A smart wall panel controls lighting, climate, and the room’s privacy settings.
On the top floor other than the CEO’s office is his personal assistant’s work space. It’s a sleek, efficient area with a streamlined desk equipped with multiple monitors for scheduling, managing calls, and overseeing the flow of appointments. The space is minimalist, with soft lighting and ergonomic seating, offering both a professional and welcoming atmosphere for visitors waiting to meet the CEO
“Good morning, Mr. Winchester.” Y/n said entering his office. Dean looked up from his computer and glanced at the woman standing in the doorway with a styrofoam cup in her hands. “Got you your coffee.” She said holding it up. The man nodded and she entered the room completely, moving to hand him his daily dose of caffeine, which has been the routine for the past four years.
Y/n reached his side and he took the cup from her hands gracefully and placed it onto the table before pulling her down onto his lap. Y/n gasped at the sudden pull and he grinned up at her.
“Good morning baby.” Dean leaned up to place a soft kiss to her lips. “You’re late.” He commented resting his hands on her hips.
“Sorry boss, my boyfriend is a bit clingy in the morning.” She replied with a mocking smile. “Acts like a baby doesn’t let me leave when I spend the night.” She added with a pout. Dean barked out a loud laugh and it was moments like these that he was thankful for having the whole floor to himself.
“Acts like a baby, you say?” Dean feigned curiosity. “Well tell him you’re my mine and I need you here on time.” Dean mock reprimanded her. Y/n rolled her eyes at his teasing.
Dean Winchester is a private man. He doesn’t like expressing his emotions or talk about his personal life. He’s a workaholic and is married to his work. He had been working at this company ever since he was in college. While perusing his degree in business he did part take in business matters, worked as an assistant for his father. He’d worked hard for this title and four years ago he was appointed at the CEO of the company when his father stepped down.
When Dean was appointed CEO, he clearly needed an assistant too. He confided in his best friend, Castiel. Although Cas also had a degree in business administration he was not interested in taking over his father’s business and was rather interested in charity work and philanthropy. Castiel had suggested Dean to appoint Y/n as his PA, since he knew her from college and she had remarkable skills as well.
Although Dean did appoint her on Cas’ insistence he was a bit skeptical of her skills she needed a ‘recommendation’ to get a job. For the whole year, Dean made her work relentlessly, putting her skills to the test and demanding a high level of performance to prove her worth. And she did. With her hard work and extremely remarkable skills she impressed Dean, more than professionally.
In a typical cliche manner, the grumpy boss fell for his assistant. Though persuading her was a challenge for Dean. She was hell bent on keeping things professional and not wanting to cross the boundaries at her workplace. She was a hard nut to crack but eventually Dean worked his charm on her, showing her beyond his grumpy boss personality and wooing her with extreme gestures.
Now the two had been dating for almost three years and the only person who knew about them is none other than Castiel, the one who introduced them. Even Sam was not in on the secret.
“Can I go back to work, now?” Y/n asked getting up from his lap but he kept his hold firm on her hips, not letting her leave.
“No.” Y/n pouted in response, she hated when he did this, holding her hostage while at work . She really wanted to keep her personal and professional life apart, not wanting anyone to find out or even think for a second she’s sleeping with her boss.
“Dean.” She scolded when he kissed her pouty lips.
“Relax sweetheart, nobody’s coming up here anytime soon.” He shrugged and she sighed loudly, indicating her defeated even if she was reluctant. “Besides, I’ve got news for you.” Y/n raised her brow in curiosity urging him to continue. “We,” he traced her arm with his finger. “are going on a vacation.” Dean beamed at her.
“A vacation? We?” Y/n furrowed her brows. “Who’s we?” She questioned, clearly not understanding the situation. Is this a office vacation or the top officers vacation or just the two of them.
“You and me. A week in Bahamas.” Dean replied casually.
“A week? You want us to take a leave at the same time? It’d rise suspicion.” She whispered alarmingly.
“Baby, if I’m on leave then you’re on leave automatically. Besides, I’ve asked Cas to manage for a few days for me.” Dean replied. “We both have been working our ass off for the past four years, I think we deserve a vacation.” Dean grinned at her and for the first today, she agreed without interjecting. She’s just as much of a workaholic as Dean. She had taken a day off here and there but never a complete vacation. “Besides I’m dying to spend some time quality time with my girl without her grilling me about work.” Dean sassed and she smacked his arm lightly making him laugh.
“I’m not gonna slack off at work just because I’m dating you.” She said matter of factly. “And I do think we could use a vacation.” She finally agreed making his smile broaden. “God, if anyone could you see right now, Mr. Grumpy Winchester.” She giggled when he rolled his eyes. He loved it when she teased him about being a grumpy ass to everyone else except her but he would never accept it in a million years.
The door swung open and sauntered in Castiel in the flesh. Y/n quickly jumped off of Dean’s lap but relaxed when she saw it was Cas.
“Ever heard of knocking, Cas?” She taunted her friend, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Ah lovebirds. Ever the cautious.” Cas sassed back and Dean snorted earning himself a glare from her. “Don’t stop on my account, just wanted to deliver these, personally.” He said holding up two flight tickets to Bahamas.
“Thanks man.” Dean said getting up from his chair and getting the tickets from his friend. Castiel shot Y/n a teasing grin and she rolled her eyes at him, clearly unbothered by his teasing. He thrives in teasing her because she was the goody two shoes in college and the two had become friends after being paired up for an assignment, so seeing a different version of her around Dean, leaves him anything but amused.
“You are a bad influence on the both of us.” Y/n said feigning an angry glare at Cas.
“Oh dear Y/n, I know.” Cas winked and Dean laughed at his best friends shamelessness. The trio’s camaraderie was a reminder of how personal and professional lives often intersect in unexpected ways.
Summary: Dean recently learned about Mama - a foster mom to those affected by the supernatural. She's so secretive and mysterious she's considered to be a myth amongst hunters. When they meet and make a connection it opens Dean's eyes to a whole new world.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, "Mama" Y/N, Eileen Leahy, multiple child OCs, Jody Mills
Warnings: show level mentions of death, single "foster" parent, angst, fluff. As usual more warnings will be added with new chapters.
Chapter Warning: the brothers make their retirement official, Sam shares big news, mentions of pregnancy, time hop, mentions of pregnancy loss,
A/N: I need to give a big shout out to @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes for helping me out with this fic! It wouldn't have seen the light of day without your assistance!
Word Count: 927
Cover Image created by me in Canva with images from Instagram and Canva
“You get what?”
“How, you could be so sure with her; she’s your Jess.”
“What?!”
“When I got with Jess, it was simple. I knew I was in love. Not gonna lie, I’ve been worried – I wanted to know if she was good to you – as good as you deserve.”
“She’s better than I deserve Sammy.”
“Don’t start that bullshit, Dean,” Sam rolls his eyes, “Every single hunter has done things that make them feel like they don’t deserve love but everyone does. You should stay here,” Sam continues, “watching you two cook and move about and the way you are with those kids – even Beka, it was amazing. You belong here now Dean, you can help the kids whose families didn’t get saved – you’d still be helping people.”
“What about you?”
Sam smiled and shook his head, “I’m a big boy Dean I’ll figure something out, besides, Eileen needs to get out of the life, like right now.”
Dean nodded as he finished sacking up the garbage but stopped, “wait, does that mean?”
Sam just nodded, “that’s why she was so tired that I had to drive her back into town she just wanted to sleep.”
“Sammy, congrats man!” Dean smiled even bigger. “Let me take this out, I’ll be right back.”
“So, you gonna leave the bunker?”
“Probably at some point,” he spoke wistfully, “we might take jobs in town for a bit – get some work experience built up before we look for a new place. This town might be nice,” he shrugged.
“I feel good about this Sammy,” Dean whispered.
He nodded back, “yeah, me too.”
“Can you believe Beka is getting married today?”
“Sammy,” Dean warned, shooting him a look.
Y/N’s lip quivered for a moment and Dean was afraid the water works were starting again, but she reigned it in.
“I wasn’t sure we’d survive high school let alone a college degree and a boyfriend. Now she’s graduated and has a job lined up. Her and Brian are so good to each other.”
“Did Donna call about that little boy?”
“She did but the house is so full we aren’t sure what to do,” she answered before Dean could.
Dean had wanted to bring the boy in but she was right they had triplets in one room and the only “big kid” was Lukas so they didn’t really have enough help to bring another preschool age child in.
“Eileen and I could take him,” Sam said.
“I thought Eileen was pregnant, won’t that bee a lot for her?”
Sam’s face dropped, “she was, but the doc said something happened. Things just weren’t healthy and they tried to say it was her age, Eileen actually asked if we could bring the little guy to live with us, so I think we’re going up in the morning to pick him up.”
“Sam that’s amazing of you two,” Y/N smiled and hurried off to check on the brisket she was smoking for the reception that night.
Once the small ceremony was over and the reception was winding down Dean paused to simply watch his family. Beka had found a young man who would take over his father’s business, she wouldn’t need to work so at this point she really truly was doing the job to help others.
Dean was amazed at the way their lives were going; he was still helping people – it looked different now but he and Y/N had helped 10 kids find new homes in the past three years. They weren’t always able to take the kids in these days but many times they knew someone or could at least make contact with someone who might be able to help. They basically built a hunter’s foster network to care for kids who had lost their families or hunter’s children who lost a parent on the job.
Cheryl had fostered a kid for a while but they’d managed to find that little girl’s great aunt who’d taken her in once she found out about her. Cheryl had then gone to Europe to try something new; she checked in via email daily and called every couple of days. It had bothered Dean at first but Y/N reminded him that she was an adult and they had to have faith that they’d raised her right and she’d be safe.
The kids were all growing and thriving and that’s all he could ask for, but he and Y/N had decided that they wouldn’t be taking in any new kids for the time being; they had six at the moment and that was enough for now. The triplets were still having nightmares and behavioral problems. Having seen their parents murdered by a pair of werewolves, it was to be expected that they’d have issues for a while. Police, doctors, and their therapist fully believed that they’d seen an animal attack and at this point Dean and Y/N hoped that maybe the kids would eventually believe that and be able to move on. With things improving day by day for them they hoped a routine and some love would help them struggle just a little less each week.
If anyone had asked Dean what his life would be like as he neared his fiftieth birthday he’d have laughed and said something along the lines of, ‘yeah I’ll never see that one.’
Boy how wrong he once was – he, for all intents and purposes had a wife, a small business, and a thriving family - he wouldn’t change it for the world.
Summary: Y/N is sweet and awkward, how will that work out for her when she meets the world's hottest rockstar.
Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/18+: Smut. Unprotected PinV sex. Oral (m&f receiving). Vaginal fingering. Bit of dirty talk. Shy/Awkward reader. Jensen being an absolute rock god. Jensen being irresistible. Jensen being the hottest mofo on the planet.
Word Count: 5,154
A/N: So I got a couple of requests (here and here) for a rockstar!jensen fic after the shows in Austin that murdered us all. I already had every intention of writing something to try and slake our thirst, so I hope this satisfies what you were looking for my friends! Got it out a day earlier than I thought I would! Yay! 😁
I also took some inspiration from this unbelievably hot TikTok. 🥵🥵
As always, of course, this is a single, multiverse version of Jensen. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. ❤️
Jensen Ackles was a fucking, rock god; Y/N wasn't denying that.
Her friend, Angela, was shaking her head at her and throwing her arms wide.
“He's fucking amazing! Girl! Why wouldn't you go? They're backstage passes and he is the sexiest fucking man on earth! How can you pass this up?”
Y/N's face became pleading, willing her friend to understand her trepidation. “Because he's the sexiest fucking man on earth, Angela! And what am I supposed to say when I meet him? ‘Hi my name is Y/N. I have four cats, and an inability to speak without horribly embarrassing myself. Please don't look directly at me or I might burst into flames.’”
Angela rolled her eyes. “All you need to say is, ‘Hi, I'm Y/N and I'd be happy to suck your dick.”
Y/N felt her cheeks get warm. “Not likely.”
“Y/N!” Angela whined. “You have to come. You won the passes and they're in your name. If you don't go, I can't go, and you'll be denying me my god given right to maybe fuck Jensen Ackles.”
Y/N scowled at her. “Your god given right? Really?”
“Okay, fine. My god given right to go drool over him up close!”
Y/N was hesitating and Angela could sense she had her on the ropes as she continued. “Look, you've been looking for ways to get over your shyness, right?”
Y/N scoffed. “Yeah and those ways don't include making a fool of myself in front of a rock god.”
Angela pouted. “Please? It will be so much fun.”
Y/N felt her stomach clench at the idea but finally relented. The truth was that alongside the unbelievable fear at the idea of meeting Jensen Ackles, was an equal amount of ridiculous excitement.
She sighed. “Fine but if it looks like I'm gonna throw up, you need to promise to get me out of there.”
***
The crowd was screaming and jostling Y/N around as she stood in the floor section, about five feet from the stage. Jensen hadn't even come out yet, but the musicians that backed him on tour were coming on stage, and everyone knew that meant he was minutes away from coming out.
Angela was quite possibly screaming the loudest. It was a lot for Y/N to be immersed in the noise and chaos. But she also had pleasant butterflies in her stomach, allowing the excitement to override her extreme nervousness.
Finally the lights went down in the house and the lights pointing at the stage came up, bright and colorful, and zooming around the stage.
The first blaring notes of Jensen's latest hit started just as he leapt out on stage. He began to sing the driving melody, using his rough, powerful voice to give the lyrics the feel of a battle cry.
The first four songs were performed one right after the other, whipping the crowd into a frenzied, frothing mob.
After that, he slowed things down a little, introduced the band and promised them all an unforgettable night.
He did a couple of medium tempo songs from previous albums, and one of his slow, slightly melancholy hits. Y/N sang along with every word.
She could have sworn that when he was close to the edge of the stage and looking down at them all, he made direct eye contact with her. It was only for a moment, and he may have been looking at something behind her, but that stare still made her toes curl.
The rest of the concert was incredible. Jensen dripped sex on stage, his body drenched in sweat. His voice cast a spell over the crowd as it moved back and forth from rough and full of grit, to velvety and full of warmth.
He did two encores before he left the stage for good. When he was gone, Y/N stood in the aftermath feeling like she'd been given a pleasure overload.
And now she had to go meet him.
Angela grabbed her hand so they wouldn't get separated in the throng, and followed the signs pointing the way for those with backstage passes.
They walked down a long rope line until they reached the very end. They waited behind the velvet rope for Jensen to arrive and start signing autographs.
It was easy to know when he emerged from the stage door because a wave of hysterical screaming started up once again.
Y/N could see him approximately twenty feet away, making his way down the line, smiling at fans and taking selfies with them, signing CDs and posters of him. More than one woman pulled down the neckline of their t-shirt so he could sign the heavy swell of their breasts.
As he approached them, Angela started screaming for him and waving her CD towards him. It was at that exact moment and not a moment sooner that Y/N realized she had nothing for him to sign. She carried nothing with her and there was no way she was bold enough to get him to sign her boobs.
Jensen approached Angela and smiled at her before shooting a quick look at Y/N. He focused his attention back on Angela as her friend gushed and yelled at him over the crowd.
“You're the absolute best! The show was incredible!” She told him.
He smiled, thanking her and handing her back the signed CD, before obligingly leaning in slightly to allow for a selfie.
Finally Jensen reached Y/N, the very last person in the line. He stared at her for a moment and Y/N just stared back, falling head first into the green magic of his gaze.
He raised an eyebrow and leaned a little closer to be heard over the crowd. “Got something for me, Sweetheart?”
Angela's voice was in Y/N's head and she was about two seconds away from shouting. “Sure, I can suck your dick.”
Thankfully before that happened, he made a motion like he was signing something and she realized he meant, did she have something for him to sign.
She shook her head. “No, I…I'm sorry, I didn't think. I don't have things.” She said, slightly rambling.
He smiled warmly and Y/N practically melted into the floor like the Wicked Witch of the West.
“Well, we gotta fix that.” Jensen said, nodding to the bodyguard standing at the end of the rope. The giant man unhooked the velvet barrier from its pole, holding it out wide so that Y/N could leave the line.
Jensen leaned towards her to make himself heard again and she was almost completely undone by the scent of him; clean sweat and salty skin combined with something masculine and tangy that made her desperate to bury her face in the t-shirt that clung to him like a second skin.
When he spoke into her ear, goosebumps spread over every inch of her body, and it took her a minute to actually process his words.
“Come on into the green room with us and we'll find you a CD so I can sign it for you.”
Y/N swallowed convulsively and then waved at Angela vaguely. “My friend…”
He smiled at Angela again and waved her forward. “She's welcome to come too, the more the merrier.”
Angela shoved Y/N forward in her excitement to follow him and Jensen reached out to steady her.
He grinned at her. “You good?”
She just nodded emphatically.
“What's your name, darlin’?” He asked, and his soft Texan drawl made her woozy.
“Y/N.” She answered in a shaky voice.
“Well hi, Y/N.”
Jensen ushered them forward, letting them precede him into a short, slightly dark hallway. As they turned a corner and continued down a longer, better lit hallway, the noise of the crowd slowly receded.
It was only a minute until they reached a big brown door and the bodyguard opened it for them.
Inside was a party. There was a makeshift bar at the back of the room and the band was already a couple of drinks ahead. They’d obviously brought friends too, some men, some women. Music played loudly and everyone gave a cheer as Jensen walked in.
They were quickly surrounded by people clapping Jensen on the back and congratulating him on a great show. There were some press people there as well, wearing press passes and snapping photographs.
Y/N was overwhelmed by everything happening around her, and she turned to Angela to silently freak out with her, but her friend had been immediately and completely distracted by the drummer who had approached her. She seemed to be very caught up in him as she wandered away from the group to chat with him quietly. Y/N shook her head, trying to snag Angela's attention again and force her to come back, but that was apparently impossible.
Finally as the crowd around him parted, Jensen looked back at her.
“Give me ten minutes to shower and change and I'll be back. Can I get you a drink first?”
Y/N shook her head no and then answered anyway. “I'd like a water.”
Jensen seemed slightly surprised by her choice, but smiled and took her hand to lead her to the bar, where one of the bodyguards was doing double duty as a bartender.
Jensen leaned over the makeshift bar and spoke loudly, above the music. “One water and one whiskey, neat.”
Y/N felt ridiculous as the bartender passed her a water bottle before pouring out about four fingers worth of Whiskey for Jensen. She wasn't a big drinker, but she'd certainly drank before. She liked vodka, she could have asked for something with vodka.
Jesus, I'm completely out of my element here. She thought, starting to feel a bit claustrophobic even in the wide and spacious room.
She looked down at her feet as she spoke to Jensen. "You know, you don't have to sign anything for me. I mean...I don't wanna trouble you. I don't need anything."
Jensen tipped her chin up with his forefinger. "I'll let you in on a little secret sweetheart."
He smiled flirtatiously and his bright green eyes sparkled. "I didn't actually bring you here to give you an autograph. I just thought we could get to know each other a little."
Her heart started to hammer against her ribs and she blinked owlishly at him. The sexiest man alive just wanted to spend time with her?
His flirty expression softened a little and he dropped his hand, taking a step back.
"But if you just wanna go, that's no problem."
Y/N shook her head adamantly. "No, I wanna know you. Get to know you."
Jensen nodded. "Good."
He took a quick sip of his whiskey and then set it down beside her. "Then, guard that, will ya? And I'll be back in ten minutes max, and then maybe we can get some fresh air? You look like you could use it."
Y/N nodded in relief. "Yes." She said quietly. He reached out and squeezed her hand before striding off to disappear through yet another door.
Y/N stood awkwardly by the bar, occasionally making eye contact with someone and quickly looking away. Angela seemed to be the only person who's eye she couldn't catch, mainly because she was in a lip lock with the drummer.
Thankfully Jensen was as good as his word, because ten minutes hadn't passed before he returned.
His hair was wet from the shower now, and he wore a clean white t-shirt and pair of black jeans. He looked utterly scrumptious.
He picked up his glass and took a sip before smiling at Y/N. "Thanks for keeping it safe for me."
She shrugged. "I live to serve." She frowned at her stupid response and wanted to take it back, but Jensen chuckled and thumbed towards the ceiling.
"So there's a rooftop patio if you don't mind climbing a couple flights of stairs."
Y/N nodded. "Okay."
He place his big, warm palm on her lower back, guiding her through the room and making a shiver run up her spine from where he touched her.
As they left, she still couldn't get Angela's attention, so Y/N just took out her phone and sent her a text to let her know where she was so she wouldn't worry.
If she even noticed.
After walking up a couple flights of stairs, Jensen pushed through a metal door and they emerged onto the rooftop. There were a few tables and chairs set up, as well as a very comfortable looking, if slightly worn, leather couch. It was sitting inside a big canvas tent - likely to keep it from getting ruined if it rained.
There were a few other people sitting around the tables chatting quietly. A cool but gentle breeze blew and Y/N sucked in a big breath of it, exhaling slowly.
“Better?” Jensen asked, a smile in his voice.
Y/N nodded. “Much, thank you.”
“Good. You looked like you might pass out if we didn't relocate quickly. Even in the autograph line you looked a bit shell-shocked by everything.”
He was smiling but Y/N felt her cheeks get warm. Had she really looked so stunned and out of it standing there?
“No, I was…I mean I loved it. The show. You're so…you were so good.”
She wanted to scream at herself for using such an uninspired word. "Good" didn’t really describe the experience of watching him command the stage and hold every single person there in the palm of his hand.
H
But he just nodded. “Thanks. Glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“I really did.” She said trying to imbue more of her true excitement into her words.
Without discussing it, they wandered over to the couch, and set their drinks on the small table beside it.
“So, what do you do, Y/N?” Jensen asked as they sat down.
Their conversation was slightly stilted for the first little while, which was completely down to her. She was trying, but her words tended to be choppy and stiff as she second guessed everything that came out of her mouth and awkwardly tried to explain away her awkwardness…which in turn caused things to be…awkward.
Slowly but surely, though, as a couple of hours went by, Jensen pulled her out of her shell - charmed her out of it, really. He was funny and warm and his calm demeanor and patient, understanding vibe eventually made her feel relaxed and happy. Soon they were sitting close together, talking about when he’d started playing the guitar.
“I was about six.”
“Six?” Y/N asked incredulously. “Could you even hold onto the guitar at six?”
Jensen chuckled. “Amazingly, yes. And it was good I started young cause you need years of practice to build up good calluses on your fingers.”
Jensen picked up her hand, turning it palm up in his.
He clicked his tongue and shook his head like he was disappointed, but his voice was soft and teasing. “Could never make a guitar player out of you with these soft hands.”
He ran his fingertips over her smooth palm before raising it slowly to his lips. He placed a small kiss there and Y/N's stomach fluttered and her heart beat fast. Her breath was shaky and shallow as Jensen shifted his gaze to her mouth. He let go of her hand to cup her cheek and run his thumb across her bottom lip.
“Its got me wondering if your lips are just as soft.”
Y/N swallowed loudly and shocked herself with her response.
“You can check if you want.”
“Thanks, I think I will.” Jensen said with a wicked grin as he lowered his head, breathing softly against her lips. The whiskey on his breath made her dizzy, or maybe it was his scent surrounding her again. Either way her heart was pounding and her lower belly tightened almost painfully.
Jensen pressed his lips to hers and they were soft like silk, but warmer. Before he could even press his tongue to her lips, she opened up inviting him in immediately. Jensen groaned quietly as he slid his tongue inside. He tasted like whiskey and mint and she was instantly starving for him.
He kissed her senseless for several minutes, pulling gasps and groans out of her easily. He began to let his hands roam as he moved his lips down the side of her neck and Y/N let out a soft, breathless cry, throwing her head back as his big hand palmed her breast through her t-shirt.
Her mind whirled as he laid waste to her senses. She couldn't believe any of this was happening, but she chalked it up to a vivid dream, and she refused to do anything that might derail it. So she urged him on as he let his hands reach up under her shirt to squeeze her lace-covered breast and tease her skin where it swelled above her bra.
“Yes, god, your hands feel so fantastic.”
“Mmm…” Jensen moaned as he licked her pulse point. “Calluses aren't too rough? Cause, fuck baby, you’re soft all over.”
Y/N shook her head. “No, I like them rough.”
Jensen pulled his hands out of her shirt and sat up slightly, making Y/N whine at the loss of his hands pressing firmly into her flesh.
He nodded sideways towards the tent opening. “Should I close that?”
Y/N remembered suddenly that there were people at the tables barely thirty feet away. She was surprised to find she didn't actually care that they would likely hear them and guess what was going on inside their little enclosure.
She nodded at Jensen and he rose quickly, pulling the sides of the canvas together and tying them closed.
He moved back towards her, but instead of sitting beside her again, he pressed his hands into the back of the couch on either side of her shoulders and rested a knee on the seat between her legs. He hovered over her for a moment, fixing her with a stare that made her toes curl, just as it had when he looked at her the same way during the concert.
Her voice was hoarse with desire when she spoke.
“Was I imagining things, or did you notice me in the audience tonight.” It was a bold question, and ordinarily she wouldn't have the courage to ask it. But the look of heat and need on Jensen’s face as he stared at her so intensely made her feel fearless.
He shook his head in answer to her question. “No, you weren't imagining it. You were just so beautiful, you snagged my attention and made it hard to look away. Your expression was so wide-eyed and sweet.”
He leaned down a little and kissed her softly. “You sure you're okay being here with me, sweetheart? I don't wanna pressure you into anything.”
Y/N was shaking her head before he'd even finished his sentence; she spoke loudly as she desperately tried to reassure him.
“No, trust me. I wanna be here. So much wanna be here. Never in a million years would I have thought that I WOULD be here. Like, if you'd asked me which was more likely to happen tonight…aliens descending from the sky in hot pink convertibles to take over the world, or me having sex with Jensen Ackles, I can tell you I would have been looking for our alien overlords.”
Jensen looked slightly bemused at her rambling. “Wow.”
Y/N blushed. “Sorry, I’m quiet to start, but once you get me going, I can be pretty loud.”
A slow, sexy mile spread across Jensen’s face and Y/N blushed a deeper red. “Sorry, that sounded a lot dirtier than I meant it.”
Jensen shook his head, still hovering over her, trapping her between his arms braced against the couch.
“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I like dirty.” He kissed her softly. “I like sweet too. They make a pretty incredible combination"
He pulled back from her and slowly lowered himself down till he was on his knees in front of her. “Just two things.” He said, raising two fingers. “One - I’m just confirming that you did in fact say you were going to have sex with Jensen Ackles, right? That wasn’t me just hearing what I wanted to hear?”
Y/N laughed breathlessly. “No, you heard right; there's no way I wanna stop at just a make out session.”
Jensen bit his lip, and his gaze smoldered hot enough to burn her to a crisp. As a result, her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke.
“And what’s the second thing?”
“I just wanted to tell you that, when I make you scream my name? You don't have to call me Jensen Ackles. Just Jensen works.” He smiled mischievously. "Course, 'Oh Daddy!' works too.”
He shrugged. “I’m easy.”
He winked at her and Y/N felt her breath leave her body as he pushed her t-shirt up a bit and began to lick and nibble at her stomach, before he pulled it all the way off and tossed it aside, leaning forward to gently bite her nipple through her lacy bra.
Y/N shivered and stifled a moan. He slid his hands around to her back, unhooking her bra, which she pulled off. Keeping his strong hands pressed into her upper back, Jensen held her in place while he licked her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard before letting it go so he could flick the tip of his tongue against it.
He paid the same attention to her other breast and then alternated back and forth between the two. Soon her breasts were heavily marked with small purple bruises he’d sucked into existence.
He let go of her so she fell back against the couch, as he deftly unbuttoned her jeans, and slid his fingers under the waistband to pull them down. He nodded to her.
“Lift?”
She obliged and he slid her jeans over her hips and down her legs. He quickly pulled off her shoes and then took her jeans all the way off. He ran his big, calloused palms up and down her thighs and she trembled.
Everything still seemed a bit surreal, and the sensations he was evoking in her only made it seem more likely that she was dreaming. Outside of her own imagination, she never thought she’d feel this kind of thrumming need run throughout her body.
He spread her legs wide with his broad shoulders as he settled between her them. He pushed her panties to the side so he could lean forward to teasingly touch the tip of his tongue to her clit. He swirled it there for a moment, making her buck her hips and push her hand into his hair. It was still slightly damp from his shower, but incredibly soft between her fingers.
Jensen spoke and his breath was hot, even against her burning skin. “God damn, baby, you really are too sweet.” He said licking his lips.
He paused to slide her panties down and off of her, and then quickly buried his face in her cunt. She yanked hard on his hair, surging up against his lips and clamping her thighs tight to his ears. He wrapped his arms around her legs and pried them open again, holding them in place, while never once stopping his oral onslaught.
His tongue was magic, his mouth was heaven. Pure. Heaven.
He quickly had her on the brink of climaxing, but he pulled away, making her gasp in dismay. “Please, Jensen…” She begged, tugging a little on his hair and trying to direct his mouth back to her.
“Patience baby.” He cooed against her thigh as he nibbled on it. “Just let me take care of you, just let yourself feel it.”
She could definitely feel it. Blood pulsed in her throbbing clit and her muscles shook with her need. Still Jensen just teased her, sucking more marks into her inner thighs and occasionally lapping his tongue through her slick folds, making her jolt upward as though she’d been electrocuted.
Finally, when she was whimpering quietly and begging him to end the pleasurable torture, she felt his thick middle finger slide through her folds, teasing her clit briefly before pushing inside her slowly.
“God! Fuck!” She moaned as Jensen added a finger and stretched her open.
“That’s it, baby.” He said as he began to feel her walls flutter and tighten around him. “Come for me now.”
Proving he had complete control of her body, Y/N felt him press against the spongy spot inside her and she immediately followed his command and came fast and hard, clamping down on his fingers. He stopped pumping them, keeping them buried inside her, pressing on her g-spot over and over again, bringing on two more orgasms in quick succession.
As she was laying there trembling like Jello and recovering from her third orgasm, Jensen stood up, stripped off his shirt and yanked down his jeans and underwear. Her slightly blurry vision cleared immediately and she quickly focused on his cock, semi-hard and jutting out from his body.
Without even thinking about it, she just melted off of the couch and onto her knees, leaning forward to suck his tip into her mouth.
“Unf - fuuuck.’ Jensen groaned, drawing out the word.
He pushed his fingers through her hair, so that he could cup the back of her head with his hand. He slowly pushed her further down his dick before making a fist in her hair and pulling her off of him just as slowly.
She gasped as she came off of him, spit and cum keeping them linked. He took hold of himself with his free hand and tapped his cock against her lips.
“Open up, sweetheart. I wanna see you stuffed full of my cock while you look up at me with those beautiful eyes, gone all wild and needy.”
Y/N moaned and opened her mouth immediately to let him push further down her throat. Her eyes watered and saliva dripped out of the corners of her mouth as she looked up at him, and began moving up and down his thick cock.
He guided her head as she bobbed on his dick, and praised her with disjointed compliments.
“Fuck, Y/N, yes. So fucking perfect. You’re doing so good, baby…just…fuck me! Just like tha-”
His words cut off with a deep guttural groan as she slid slowly off his dick, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard.
He threw his head back, and she could see sweat glistening on his neck. His face was contorted in pleasure and his teeth were sunk into his bottom lip, making her clit start to throb at the sight of him.
He whimpered slightly as she popped off of him. “God, baby!” He said, pushing her back down his length, even though he was shaking his head. “You gotta stop now or I’m gonna come down your throat and I’m way too desperate to ruin that fucking pussy for that.”
He tugged her off of him again and he helped her up off her knees, pulling her close against him so she could feel his burning skin against her own. She ran her fingers across his wide chest and over his flat belly, sighing as he slotted his mouth over hers to kiss her deeply.
She could taste herself on his tongue, overriding the whiskey, and it made her pussy clench just thinking about everything that very talented tongue had done to her.
Finally he pulled away and cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb across her lips and then pushing it inside, pumping it shallowly. He raised an eyebrow.
“How do you want it, baby? I can put you on your knees on the couch and fuck you from behind, or bend you over. Or you can sit in my lap and ride me; I can lay you down beneath me and just bury myself in you so deep.”
His voice felt like warm chocolate and was just as delicious. Y/N nearly stopped breathing as she contemplated her choices.
He pulled his thumb out of her mouth as she finally she decided. “I just wanna be able to see you, that’s all I care about.”
Jensen kissed her again, soft and sweet, walking her backwards a few steps. He lowered her to the couch before following her down, placing a knee on either side of her hips. She looked up at him as he towered above her and felt a shiver of want run through her body. Her pussy was clenching painfully around nothing, desperate to have him inside her.
Taking hold of his cock, he pushed inside slowly; when he was about halfway in he stopped to give her time to adjust. He was very long, and very, very thick so she appreciated the time to get used to his size.
But very quickly she was desperate for more, pushing her heels into his thighs to urge him in deeper. When he was sunk into her completely he groaned and collapsed on her, holding some of his weight on his forearms, but still crushing her into the couch cushions, which felt absolutely incredible.
Then he began to move in and out of her in perfect rhythm, pumping his hips in long, fluid strokes. Y/N moaned deeply as she scored her nails across his shoulders. The action made him grit his teeth and increase his pace. She gripped the sides of his hips with her knees, her whole body tightening as he began pounding into her like a freight train.
She was crying out in ecstasy seconds before her climax even hit. The feel of him ramming into her body so deep, making her breasts bounce with each thrust, was just too perfect, too incredible to hold back.
As she was coming down, he rubbed her clit in fast, tight circles with his middle finger, making her scream and fall over the edge again. She opened her eyes in time to see him throw his head back again, a harsh, prolonged groan ripped from his throat as he thrust deep one more time, and came inside her, flooding her cunt with warmth.
He shuddered a few times, hips bucking sporadically as he emptied into her completely before his muscles went slack and he crushed her even further into the couch.
She laid there, happily running her hands up and down his beautifully muscled back until he pushed his torso up so he rested on one elbow, looking down at her, and pushing her sweaty hair back from her forehead.
“How you doing, sweetheart.”
Y/N nodded dreamily. “So good. Like…SO good.” She emphasized, making Jensen chuckle.
“Good.” He said, kissing her lips briefly. He shifted their position so that he laid with his back against the couch, stretched out on his side. He pulled Y/N back to spoon against him, tucking her head under his chin and offering his bicep as a pillow.
He nuzzled against her ear. “You were amazing, Y/N. This was amazing. I gotta admit when you ordered the bottle of water, I wondered if maybe you were just a bit too sweet for me.” He teased, chuckling low in her ear and making her stomach tighten pleasantly again.
Y/N reached over her head to grab his glass of whiskey. “Definitely not.” She said, arching a brow and taking a sip. The liquor burnt a path down her throat and she started coughing and choking almost instantly. Jensen calmly took the glass out of her hand and handed her the bottle of water.
His eyes danced and his smile was wicked as he watched her gulp down the water. “So, it might be a while before you’re ready to drink whiskey neat, but we can start with like, a wine cooler?”
She wheezed at him. “Good plan.”
He laughed softly before lowering his mouth to hers and sucking the whiskey from her lips.
Pairing : Boss! Dean Winchester X Assistant! Reader
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: angst, slight violence (a well deserved punch), language, John and Mary Winchester, not proofread.
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Y/n emerged from the women's room and went back to her work space. She knew she looked like a mess even after putting her best efforts to look presentable. With a deep breath she sat back on her desk, thankful Dean was in a meeting. She had zoned out and hadn't realised how much time had passed until a knock on her desk pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see a pair of blue eyes staring at her.
"Earth to Y/n." Cas grinned but his grin faltered the minute he saw her eyes, puffy and red, the sight made him furrow his brows.
"Cas! What're you doing here?" She asked happily getting up from her chair and rounding the desk to greet him with a hug. "I thought you were in France." She said wrapping her arms around his torso. The man didn't hesitate to return the embrace.
"I was, but the event wrapped up early so I came back." He replied pulling away slightly so he could look at her better. "What happened?" He questioned. His gaze fell to her hand where he was expecting to see a ring on her finger but the vacant finger confused him even more. Dean had told him over the phone that he'd proposed and you'd said yes. So why on earth is your finger empty and your eyes red.
Dean stepped out of the elevator after he was done with the meeting and he watched Cas and Y/n talking outside his office. He took in her disheveled appearance and his heart clenched in his chest. She looked so small, and broken, all because of him. He'd promised to never hurt her and that's what he ended up doing. He could tell she'd cried, her puffy and red eyes had given that away.
"Y/n? Where's your ring?" Dean heard Cas ask and his gaze fell to her hand, the sight broke his heart. She'd taken it off. "Didn't Dean propose? He said you said yes." Cas prodded further but she didn't say anything until her gaze fell upon Dean approaching them, not necessarily them, but his office. She watched as he moved past them and reached his office door and that's when she spoke.
"Propose? Cas you've known me since college, I've never been the one they proposed to, I'm the one they 'love' and leave." She sneered and Dean's grip tightened onto the doorknob. He hated hearing her talk about herself like that but shes not even giving him a chance to explain. He felt his anger flaring up and he went inside his office slamming the door behind him.
Cas looked between his two friends feeling completely out of the loop but he felt this was bigger than a petty argument and he's never known Y/n to overreact so if something happened it was big. And most probably Dean's fault. All rationality left his brain when he saw his friend hurt and his best friend being the reason of her tears. He went inside Dean's office, where Dean was pacing back and forth. He grabbed the CEO by his arm and punched him straight in the jaw.
"What the fuck, Cas?" Dean growled holding his jaw.
"What did you do?" Cas glared at his best friend.
"Why do you think I did something?" Dean asked feeling offended his best friend was accusing him.
"Your face says it all so spill, or Lord so help me." Cas threatened. He was gonna beat him to a pulp if he didn't come clean right here, right now. Dean knew Cas was a peaceful person and if he's threatening to choose violence, he will resort to it. He's already lost his fiancée, he doesn't want to lose his best friend too. The two men sat on the chairs placed on the either side of Dean’s desk.
"I went to see mom and dad a week ago." He started.
Dean walked into his childhood house, he was greeted by smiling faces of John, Mary and Sam. It brought a smile to his face as well. Dean teased Sam about how Jess’ not here since they’re always attached to the hip. Mary cleared her throat before speaking,
“There’s something I need to tell you. I wasn’t sure how you’d react so I thought it’d be better if it’s just us.” That made Dean tense up. He didn’t like the way this conversation started.
“Is everything okay?” Dean asked looking back and forth between his parents.
“On the surface yeah.” Mary replied. “Dean you’re thirty. You’re not getting any younger and I want you to settle down.” She said getting straight to the point.
“Okay..” Dean trailed off, this isn’t as bad as he thought it would be. He just has to tell them about Y/n and their engagement now.
“And the way you’ve been immersed in work, I don’t see you getting settled anytime soon so we’ve decided to arrange with you someone.” Mary said and Dean’s jaw dropped to the floor. Did his family really think he’s that much of a workaholic that he can’t find a partner for himself? That’s bullshit.
“Excuse me?” Dean growled standing up from his seat.
“She’s the niece of your dad’s old friend. Her name’s Rachel.” Mary said with a finality in her voice.
“Rachel? The one I went to school with? What the fuck is wrong with you all?” Dean yelled.
“She likes you.” Mary added, trying to convince her son.
“I don’t give a fuck. You have no right to meddle in my life.” Dean growled. John who had been quiet all this time finally spoke.
“Dean, don’t talk to your mother like that.” His voice boomed.
“And you’re not hearing what she’s saying?” Dean retorted.
“Dean calm down.” Sam said setting a hand on his brother’s shoulder which the older brother shrugged off.
“Dean this arrangement is for the benefit of the company as well. And your mother wants you to settle down. What’s so wrong in that?” John exclaimed loudly.
“My company is doing great without anyone’s support and what’s wrong with this arrangement is that I have someone in my life and I won’t marry anyone else besides her.” Dean declared.
“Watch your tone, boy. That company is mine, need I remind you I’m still the owner of that company. And you’re the CEO because I made you.” John asserted making Dean scoff.
“You made me CEO because i worked hard for it. You didn’t just give it to me, I earned it.” Dean sneered back at his father.
“The decision has been made. You either marry Rachel or you lose the title of CEO.” John bellowed and the room fell silent. The only sound that could be heard was Dean’s harsh breathing. Without another word Dean left his parent’s house, slamming the door on his way out.
“Dude that’s fucked up.” Cas muttered as Dean finished his story.
“Yeah tell me about it.” Dean rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair.
“Did you tell her?” Castiel asked gesturing outside the door. Dean shook his head staring at the ceiling. “What’re you gonna do now?
“I don’t know, Cas. I love her to death. I don’t want anyone else. But I’ve worked too hard for where I am. It’s so fucking complicated. I don’t even know what to tell her.” He sighed rubbing his face. “How am I going to tell her that I can’t choose between her and my work?”
“You’ve worked hard for this, Dean. Everyone knows that.” Castiel said softly. He felt dejected he couldn’t help his friend. “And I know Y/n. She wouldn’t want you to give it up.” He added.
“That’s also something which scares me. She’d tell me to choose this.” Dean said gesturing to his office. “She’d put me first and I can’t even imagine to bear the look on her face when she does it.” Dean could feel tears springing in his eyes, just at the thought of loosing her for good. “I thought I’d deal with this mess without her knowing about it. But then Rachel showed up.”
“Dean.” Cas said seriously that made Dean look at him. “You have to tell her. She’s falling down in a deep hole of self doubt.” Dean nodded agreeing with Cas. He knows its going to be hard, but he has to go through with it.
Warnings: slight angst, fluff, cliffhanger lol, not proofread.
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The engaged couple spent a blissful week in the Bahamas, with lazy mornings on the beach, where they enjoyed the sun and turquoise waters. They explored hidden coves, snorkeled among vibrant coral reefs, and took sunset boat rides that painted the sky in hues of orange and pink. Evenings were filled with romantic dinners by the ocean, where they savored local cuisine and each other's company. Between laughter and quiet moments, their bond deepened, making the trip a perfect escape from work and the stressful life they led.
On Monday, they were back home and back to work. The of them were at their respective workspaces catching up on missed work. Y/n sat at her desk, skimming through the files that were placed in front of her when the telephone on her desk rang.
“Winchester Co, this is Dean Winchester’s office.” She said answering the phone with a professional tone. She waited for the person on the other end to introduce themselves. It was Mary Winchester. After exchanging pleasantries Mary asked her if Dean was free. “He’s catching up on the work he missed while he was away.” She replied, almost saying ‘while we were away’ but caught herself before she could ruin it all. She knew she had to wait for Dean to tell his mother about them.
“Could you ask him if he can come home for lunch?” Mary said and Y/n nodded although the other woman can’t see her.
“If you’d give me a minute.” She replied asking her to be on hold while she goes and asks Dean. She knocked on the door and went in when she heard his approval. Dean looked up to see Y/n enter and his face immediately morphed into a smile. “Hey! Your mom called and she’s asking if you could go over theirs for lunch?”
“Am I free?” Dean questioned getting up from his chair and walking over to her. She nodded in response. “Well then you can tell her, I’ll be there.” He said holding her waist. “Might as well tell them about us.” He leaned down to peck her lips. Her face broke into a huge smile and she quickly kissed him but he deepened the kiss pulling her close. She pulled away from him.
“Your mom’s on hold, waiting for me.” She scolded him lightly and he chuckled. He let her rush out of the room but not before smacking her rear, and she turned to glare at him. With quick steps she reached back to the phone and with a deep breath she picked it up. “He said he’ll be there, Mrs.Winchester.” The older woman thanked her and hung up.
A few hours later Dean left to meet his parents. When he returned, Y/n was right where he had last seen her, at her desk working diligently. He really admired her for her work, she never used her relationship with him as reason to slack off.
Y/n looked up to see Dean coming back but he didn’t seem to be in a good mood. His brows were furrowed, eyes narrowed and his jaw was tensed. He seemed frustrated or irritated. He moved past her and went inside his office without a word. Y/n furrowed her brows at his behaviour clearly not expecting him to ignore like she followed him inside.
“Dean?”
“Not now.” He replied with a sharp intensity in his gaze.
“Baby what’s wrong?” She tried again but he didn’t answer her.
“I said not now, Y/n. Get out of here, right now.” He bellowed and she jumped back a bit. He knew he fucked up the minute he looked at her, before he could open his mouth to apologise, she shook her head and left the room. The whole day Dean tried to approach her but she gave him the cold shoulder.
Y/n went back home when she was done for the day. She was midway preparing her dinner when her doorbell rang. She sighed dropping the spoon she was using to stir the pasta sauce because she knew who was at the door. She opened the door and there stood Dean. He had bouquet of red roses in his hands and an apologetic look on his face. At least he knows he fucked up. Without another word she left the door open and went back to her food.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly entering the kitchen. “I really am, I’m an A grade asshole who doesn’t deserve your forgiveness but you know I’d be a mess without you.” He said standing behind her and pulling her into a back-hug. “I’m sorry sweetheart I promise I won’t do it ever again.” He mumbled in her neck.
“Never again?” She asked turning her head slightly to look at him better.
“Never.” Dean said sincerely. “I promise.”
“That was the first and the last time you’ve pulled this, you hear me?” Y/n said sternly and he nodded eagerly. “Forgiven. But—” she held a hand up before he could get too excited. “If you’re staying you’re sleeping on the couch.” She added. Dean’s eyes widened and he immediately protested.
“What- baby no!”
“Yes!” She said crossing her arms against her chest. “Just so you’d remember not to be a bitch to me next time.” Dean wanted to argue but he knew he was fault so he had to make it up to her by proving to her that he’s remorseful and he’d never do it ever again.
“Fine. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He said dejectedly. “But I’m not compromising on kisses.” He said turning the stove off and smashing his lips to hers. He picked her up and placed her onto to counter. He slithered between her legs, resting his hands onto her waist. “I’m sorry, i missed you.” He mumbled against her lips.
“What actually happened?” She asked pulling away from him. He tensed a bit, avoiding eye contact. “Did she not approve of us?” She questioned meekly, already coming up with the worst case scenario.
“No!” He excalimed quickly. “No, my mom, she just said some stuff that pissed me off and i stormed off before I could tell her about us.” He said looking into her eyes. “I disappointed you twice today, I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward for me to tell my family.”
“It’s okay Dean, I’m just worried about what she said that made you so angry. I’ve never seen you like his before.” She said running her hand through his hair and he leaned into her touch.
“Just about work, she thinks I’ve become impudent ever since I’ve become CEO.” Dean rolled his eyes repeating what his mother said.
“I’m sorry.” Y/n said not knowing what else to say. Dean brushed it off telling her it wasn’t her fault. Disregarding the issue Dean suggested dinner and the two of them sat in silence. After dinner Y/n declared she’s going to bed and Dean very sneakily tried to get in bed with her but she withstood her request.
“I had a bad day. And I said I’m sorry.” Dean whined like a child and she swore this man is not her boss. He is literally a different person outside of work and no one could ever convince her otherwise.
“No, just because you had a bad day doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me. Let this be a lesson.” Dean reluctantly settled onto the couch. After hours of tossing and turning he had finally managed to fall asleep. Y/n looked at the clock, it read 3 am and she couldn’t sleep. Softly padding across her apartment she made her way to the couch, pulling the blanket off of Dean she settled beside him. Dean smiled in his sleep, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer. He knew she’d come around and she knew too that they’d both eventually end up on the couch.
The next few days were uneventful, Y/n went back and forth between home to work and vice versa, with Dean following her home everyday. It was normal Thursday afternoon, Y/n had just gotten off phone with Cas, she asked him where the hell has he disappeared to and he’d told her he had to fly to France for a charity event for a week. She told him to come back soon since she’s got news to share with him. Although she was pretty sure he was in on the plan when Dean suggested the vacation.
Y/n was buried deep in work when she heard the clicking of heels on the marble floor and she looked up to see a woman around her age sauntering over to her. She was ready to greet the woman with her well practiced professional smile but the woman walked past her towards Dean’s office. She quickly jumped from her desk chair and went behind her.
“Ma’am you can’t go in there.” The woman turned to face Y/n. “Do you have an appointment?” She asked but the brunetter shook her head. “I’m afraid I cant let you in there without an appointment.” Y/n said softly.
“I’m sure you’re just doing your job, darling but it’s fine. He won’t mind.” The woman replied with a smile.
“I wouldn’t be so sure ma’am, he doesn’t like unscheduled visitors.” She tried to be polite but she was running out of patience with this woman.
warnings: smut (obvi), swearing, dirty talk, submission jensen (🤭) sexual harassment (if you squint) bullying (but in a hot way) jensen having some lowkey manipulative behaviour, cream pie, oral (m receiving) ass play, cheating, spelling & grammar mistakes (probably more)
a/n: GUYS TYSM FOR THE LOVE ON THE FIRST PT ILY 🫶🏻 you guys were asking for a pt so here ya go. again, i do not condone cheating at all (except in this context😛) n also no hate to danneel, i literally have a crush on her she’s my wife
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it’s been one month since jensen fucked your brains out and you’ve been a nervous wreck, despite not seeing him since.
it started with the guilt. jensen called jared on the way home that morning and went on about how good it was to see yous, how you guys should come more often and how much jared is like a brother to him. he knew jared’s phone would be hooked up to the bluetooth in your car, meaning you’d hear him too. your husband, of course got all sappy and expressed his brotherly love back. that guilt hurt you.
then came the dirty text messages. it was tame at first, a random “what are you wearing?” or “send nudes” you would just roll your eyes and delete the text thread. then, when he figured you weren’t gonna respond, he would send close ups of his cum covered cock and hand and caption it “missed u” or “thinking of u” along with some other random texts describing in filthy detail the things he wants to do to you. he would sometimes even text you at odd hours of the night, when he knows your sleeping, knowing that jared can wake up at any moment and see his wife’s phone going crazy with pictures of his best friends cock.. it’s like he wanted you to get caught. but again, you would delete them. hesitating your finger over the delete button about a certain picture he sent. he was playing against the headboard of his bed, his hand wrapped around his hard cock, cum pour from the he all the way down to his fingers. his abs, chest, shoulders and tattooed bicep all tense and in perfect view. “i miss your wet little pussy” he captioned it. within minutes, you would find yourself sneaking off to the bathroom and desperately trying to make yourself feel as good as he did, obviously you failed but still found yourself cumming hard from the picture.
he did actually do one good thing for you, though. whatever advice he gave jared, worked. he’s been amazing in bed recently, easily pulling 2-3 orgasms from your body, whispering absolute filth in your ear and throwing you in any and every position possible. there’s been times where you had to stay in bed for the day from how sore your legs were. it was everything you wanted..but not everything you needed.
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“hey babe!” you called out to jared from your shared bedroom. you’ve been looking for a certain dress for nearly an hour now and you can’t find it for the life of you. “have you seen my dress?” you asked vaguely. your husband walked in the room, sipping on an iced coffee. “you have like, a thousand.” he shrugged and you groaned “no babe, i wore it recently. it’s the pink and white floral one” he bit his lip and looked up to the corner of the room, jared doesn’t really pay attention to your outfits. he knows you look good in anything you wear, but he still thought back over the recent weeks. “hm! it’s the booby one?” he asked, puffing out his chest and squeezing the air as if he’s squeezing someone’s tits. “yes?” you replied, slightly confused on what “the booby one” means. “its at jensens house, remember you spilled wine on it and danneel went full mom mode on you.” he ended with a laugh. your eyes widened at the mention of that night, your mind rushing with memories of jensen and your body reacting immediately after. “o-oh yeah, i remember” you faced away, desperately trying to hide the blush that’s forming on your cheeks. “speaking of that, you still have jensens shirt?” your stomach was twisting in knots and your anxiety was through the roof. he hasn’t mentioned that night that much until now, does he know?
“oh yeah! it’s in the laundry. you gonna go give it back?” you asked in hopes that he will pick up your dress. you promised your friend to lend it to her for a date tonight, of course under the impression that it was tucked away neatly in your closet. “nah i can’t, i got meetings all afternoon but you can go.”
“oh, no that’s okay-“
“babe,” jared would place his hands around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. “go have a couple hours to yourself, get some lunch with danneel and relax a bit. you’ve been kinda tense lately” you’d rather die then go back to jensens house, especially without jared. but you have to pretend like everything’s normal. “you sure?” and he nodded, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek “definitely”
-
taking a deep breath through your nose, you tried to calm down your nerves as you pulled into the driveway of jensen and danneel’s house. jared practically kicked you out of the house, almost demanding that i spend the day relaxing.
grabbing your purse from the passenger seat, you walked up to their front door and just as you were about to ring the doorbell the door swung open and a stressed out danneel appeared in front of you. she was carrying three different bags, a coffee, a water bottle, car keys and she had her phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear. “oh, babes!” she exclaimed and greeted you with a huge smile. she’s always so excited to see you. “what you doing here?” she asked. “oh, i was running some errands near by and was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch?”
“what? no-no- not you barbra! i’m talking to- forget it!” danneel shouted into her phone. “y/n, im sorry im super late for a meeting, i should be done in like two ish hours if you wanna wait” she said while rushing to her car, struggling with her bags. “sorry, love you!” she yelled out before slamming the car door and peeling out the driveway. you gave her a small wave and entered the house, closing and locking the door out of habit. you’re definitely not just gonna sit in jensens house and wait for two hours, so your new plan is to get your dress, return jensens shirt and then text danneel with some excuse of why you had to leave.
the house is quiet and empty which means there’s no one to catch you for snooping around, it’s not like they would mind if they did catch you. they’ll probably stop everything and help you find what you’re looking for. you made your way to the laundry room, hoping your dress is there somewhere. doing a quick scan of the small room, you pouted in disappointment and frustration. danneel probably hung it up so it won’t get wrinkled. letting out an audible sigh you trudged upstairs and into their room, heading straight for danneel’s closet. pulling the doors open you began to go through the tons of clothes one by one. you were so focused on finding your dress that you didn’t even hear the shower running in the bathroom or feel the large, six foot one presence staring straight at your ass.
“ahem” you gasped and jumped, spinning around to see jensen dripping wet with a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, his hand holding it up. “can i ask, why are you robbing me?” he looked unamused with an eyebrow raised, waiting for your explanation. “i’m- i’m not- just-“ the corner of his mouth twitched up, wanting to laugh but he held it together. “danneel let me in, i just came in to get my dress back.” you said slow, trying not to make a fool of yourself anymore. “you know the one i wore when i was here last?” you asked in hopes he knows where it is. “whew, trust me i know the one you're talking about. tits looked fuckin amazing in that dress” he took a few steps closer to you. his words once again caused the butterflies to come back and a blush crept on your cheeks from the compliment. “i’ll get it for you, just let me get dressed” he said, you were about to leave to give him some privacy but before you can even move a muscle, his towel came off and used it to dry his hair. you froze and your eyes immediately moved to his cock, still pretty and big even when he’s soft. the veins running down his v line are bulging and you can’t help but fantasize yourself licking and kissing them as you make your way down his amazing body. his abs and biceps flexing as he continued to aggressively dry his hair. you can’t help but stare at him.
“creep” jensen muttered and smirked. a deep red blush growing on your cheeks as you felt your body temperature rise. you rolled your eyes and jensen pulled on a pair of grey sweats, brushing his hair back with his fingers. “that’s my shirt?” he pointed at the shirt tucked under your arm. “y-yeah, it’s clean” he took it from you and slipped it over his head, his broad chest and arms filling out the shirt nicely. he looked so good in it, and he can say the same for you too. “tsk, it’s a shame. was kinda hoping you’d keep it” he shrugged nonchalantly. “and why would i do that?” you snapped back. “well, for starters, you looked so fuckin sexy in it. and second..i wanted to fuck you in it again” he voice was low and his eyes dark. his words made your pussy clench and visibly wince. for a couple seconds you had a battle with yourself, let jensen use you like a fuck toy..again or ignore it and be a good wife to jared.
“jensen. i just came for my dress” you remind him of your intentions, however your voice quivered. and of course jensen picked up on it. “sure.” he said sarcastically with a nod. “i’m serious!” you argued back and stopped your foot like a child. “okay y/n.” he chuckled and began walking away “you're not in a rush right?” he gave you no time to answer before he started to talk again. “great. let’s go!” you threw your hands up in the air out of frustration. “where?” you asked clearly annoyed “downstairs for breakfast” he said as if it was obvious “don’t worry, i’ll get your dress later” you tried to think of ways to get out of this but you know first hand how persuasive jensen can be. “i’m not hungry.” was all you can think of to say. “well, i am.” jensen placed a hand over his stomach. “so, i eat breakfast or i eat you” he put his arms out in front of him and shrugged. you groaned and stopped towards him. “fine, as soon as your done eating, i’d like my dress please” you reminded him, but he ignored you. entering the kitchen and immediately pulling out the ingredients, within minutes jensen set a plate of buttery, fluffy eggs and a perfectly toasted slice of bread topped with peanut butter and a drizzle of honey. “thanks but i’m not hungry” you felt bad rejecting the food, but you were on a mission and needed to stay focused. jensen would just give you a look that said “eat. now” and you listened, taking a bite of the toast. which was actually really good.
“good girl.”
-
“so..be honest with me” he started again and lowered the volume on the tv. the both of you had just finished eating and is now sitting in the living room, watching some random tv show that was already playing. “don’t start. i was having a nice time” you warned, pointing a finger at him. jensen had put a short pause on saying his dirty thoughts out loud and actually started a very engaging conversation while you both ate, you then later moved to the couch to continue the conversation, which turned into you and jensen making fun of the plot of the tv show and how it makes less sense then supernatural. “you don’t even know what i was gonna say” he defended himself but couldn’t hold back his laugher. “sure, but i know you” you glared at him and he chuckled “which one was your favourite?” he asked and you gave him a confused look on what he is referring too. “the pictures” he said plainly
oh.
“i-i deleted them” you shrugged. “so, you didn’t even look at them?” you shook your head no, half telling the truth. you deleted most of them once you realized what the picture was of. “mhm” he raised his eyebrows, staring the real answer out of you. “i’m telling the truth!” you lied again. “so you’re telling me..that you’ve never looked at my pictures and played with your little pussy?” you didn’t answer, just shook your head no which he didn’t believe “and you didn’t send me a video back, showing me how wet i made you” he tsked and shook his head disappointingly. “jensen-“ you started but was cut off “i bet you were hiding from jared, trying to make yourself feel as good as i made you feel. wishin’ you had something to suck on to quiet your pretty moans.” he waved his fingers in the air. remembering the times he shoved his fingers in your mouth to shut you up.
“stop” you stood up. this can’t happen any longer. he needs to stop and you need time to get him out of your head. all the mixed feelings of shame, guilt, pleasure and lust mixed around in your stomach and made you want to throw up. ignoring the wetness pooling in your underwear you began to speak again. “this has to stop. i love jared and danneel so much, and i know you do too.” you paused to gage his reaction, which was hard to read. he just looked up at you with his eyebrows raised, a mix of amusement and annoyance washed over his face. “but this” you flicked your finger between him and you “has to stop. it was a mistake the first time and it’s not gonna happen a second time.” you let out a satisfied breath. happy that your finally putting your foot down
deep, deep down you fucking love the words he says to you. the looks he gives you and even the unsolicited nudes he’s been sending. you love how dirty he is and you love how easily he can get you soaked. he fucked you so hard and good, every orgasm he pulled from your body made your legs shake and your head become fuzzy, you probably won’t get fucked like that again..which is disappointing but its fine. you’d give that up for your husband and the boy’s relationship.
“you’re right” jensen said and wiped his palms down the length of his large thighs. “i’m sorry, there was a line and i crossed it. it won’t happen again” he leaned back in the chair and adjusted his shirt. oh thank god. you’re actually surprised at how fast he just gave up but, you’re not complaining. feeling like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, you can finally breathe again..but soon found your relieved smile fading away when you saw the dirty look flash in jensens darkened eye, his legs spread wide and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards, trying to hide a smirk.
“unless..you prove to me that you’re not soaked right now.”
“w-what?” panic washed over your whole body. you’ve been wet since you’ve walked through the door. “im-im not! did you not hear what i just said. im serious!” you fought back. it’s impossible for a single man to have this much control over you. “me too” he motioned with his fingers for you to come closer and before you can even think, your legs carried you across the living room and right in front of jensen, tucked between his outstretched legs.
“im dead fuckin serious” he leaned forward, looking up in your eyes., his hands immediately going to your thighs, squeezing and caressing them softly, almost in a teasing manner. your breath hitched when his hand would disappear under your skirt and you felt his fingers tips dance over the fabric of your underwear. “prove it and i’ll stop everything. the looks, the touching, the pictures..that’s what you want right?” he spoke softly, still maintaining eye contact, making it almost impossible to look away or form a proper sentence. “y-yes, this is b-bad” you said unconvincingly through ragged breathes. “hmm” he hummed in response, hands reaching under your skirt and squeezing your ass hard causing you to whimper. “then, why do you make such cute sounds when i touch you?” he massaged your ass in his large hands, “why do you squeeze your thighs together when i whisper filthy things in your ear?” you sucked in your bottom lip and bit down hard. if you weren’t wet before, you definitely are now. your aching for him and his hands all over you are not helping. “why’d you cum so hard on my cock?“
“jensen-“ you tried one last time to protest. you didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or to throw you on the couch and fuck your brains out. you just couldn’t handle the teasing anymore. “what’s the matter, baby? can’t take it anymore?” he asked in a demeaning tone. you nodded and he smiled, his fingers brushing over your clothed pussy causing your knees to buckle. “then..fuckin prove it” he already knows the answer, he just loves torturing you and seeing you a complete mess under his control. he’s barely touched you yet and you’re already so needy for him. him seeing you act like a needy little slut like this made his cock hard.
finally getting pushed over the edge, you grabbed jensen‘s hand and shoved it down your underwear. moaning out when you felt his fingers brushing against your clit. “fuck baby.” he groaned out and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap, your legs on either side of him, straddling him. your hand was still tightly around his wrist when you felt him circling his middle finger around your entrance. you grabbed his broad shoulder for support as he dipped his fingertip in. “you’re soo soaked, baby” he laughed “no fuckin way im letting you leave like this” he placed a small kiss along your jaw “gotta clean up my mess first” he plunged his finger in your hole and curled it towards your g spot. you moaned out in pleasure and rested your forehead on his shoulder “please, please” you breathed into his neck. “use your words” he reminded you. “fuck jensen-“ he added another finger “please fuck me”
“hm, i thought this was bad” he teased. “thought there wasn’t gonna be a second time-“ sexual frustration instantly filled your body. is this not what he wanted? you on top of him, his fingers deep in your pussy? you lifted your hand and covered his mouth. “shut the fuck up and fuck me” you gritted through your teeth and started to ride his fingers. a muffled groan came from his chest as he found your dominant side extremely sexy. his cock now rock hard, causing a tent in his joggers. his eyes scanned down your body as you used his fingers as you pleased. this was secretly a kink for him and you played right into his fantasy. jensen freed his cock from his pants and grabbed your wrist. moving your hand from his mouth to his cock, you wrapped your fingers around his thick, heavy cock and pumped him once. his eyes squeezed shut as he sucked in a breath, ready for you to start jerking him off but you stayed still, not waiting to give him what he wanted just yet. this may be your only chance to have some payback from all the teasing he’s been doing to you. his hips bucked up slightly, desperately wanting you to start.
“use your words” you leaned and whispered in his ear.
“jerk me off while you ride my fingers” his voice a little higher then usual as he practically begged. “please” he whimpered softly. something about a man like jensen ackles whimpering under you sent a surge of dopamine straight to your brain and a wave of pleasure to your abdomen.
you scooped some of his precum from his tip with your thumb and shoved it in his mouth. “such a good boy” your voice low and buttery. jensen hummed at his own taste and bucked his hips at your compliment. “please baby” he begged again. a smirk grew on your lips at the headspace you very easily put him in, and licked your hand, reaching down you wrapped your fingers around his cock again and started to pump him slowly, moving your hips to match the speed and rhythm. jensen groaned out and reached for your hip, squeezing tightly. “feels good?” you asked and circled the pad of your thumb on his tip. “feels s’ good” he spoke through breathy moans. “want me to go faster?” you slid a hand through his hair, tugging on it lightly to which he let out a guttural groan, you turned his head to the side, his muscular neck exposed to you. “yes please. faster” you obliged and started pumping his cock faster. your hips once again matching the speed and clenching around his fingers. you leaned forward and began to kiss and nip down his neck, making sure not to leave any marks. the new angle caused his fingers to get even deeper somehow, you moaned out loud and sped up again, squeezing jensen at the base before pumping him even faster. he’s such a whimpering mess beneath you and just this sight alone is gonna make you cum. “fuck, fuuck” he breathed out as his chest rose and fell rapidly. he was close and so were you, but his begs, whimpers and pleas sounded so pretty coming from his swollen, plump lips, you wanted to have some more fun with him first. “y/n..ah- fuck” he tried to get the words out. “im cl-close”
“i know,” you smiled sweetly and slowed your movements. his eyes shot open and he immediately pleaded with you. “wait no- i was so clos-“
“beg for it.”
he paused for a moment, thinking if this is too far out of his comfort zone or not…it’s not. all it took was one squeeze of his cock and you whispering in his ear “be a good boy and i’ll cum on your fingers” for him to become a whiny, whimpering mess. “please just let me cum, i need this please” he grabbed at your hip while he looked up at you with desperate eyes. you sped up your hip movements but still didn’t give in to him. “fuuck” he whined “you’re so gonna get-“ he started to threaten you but you shut him up quickly, with a soft brush of your fingertips dancing down the length of his cock. “cmon, you can do better than that” you played, pouting your bottom lip.
“please” he cried out “i’ll..i’ll be a good boy. just please make me cum. i need it so bad” he’s a complete mess under you, fully under your control. you could edge him for hours if you want. satisfied with his pleas you smirked and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his chin you nodded. wrapping your hand around his cock again, you jerked him off fast. matching your hips to the same pace, you clenched around his fingers while he tried his best to get you off. jensens breathy moans was like music to your ears. “im cumming, im cumming. ah-fuuuck” he cried out, head thrown all the way back with his eyes squeezed shut as he came. long ropes of thick creamy cum shot out all over your hand and onto his shirt. the amazing scene of jensen becoming putty underneath you triggered your own orgasm. “fuck jensen!” you moaned out, slamming your hips down and grinding out your orgasm on his fingers and palm. you felt jensen buck his hips up into your hand a few times, milking himself of the last drops of cum which slid slow down the side of his still hard cock. a shaky satisfied sigh left your body as you tried to regulate your heavy breathing. your legs felt like jello and your core ached. grabbing jensens wrist and removing his hand from your underwear, you lifted your other cum covered hand and brought it up to your mouth. licking all of him up and savouring the taste, which you truly did like.
jensen just stared up you with an array of emotions mixed onto his face. his eyes were glassy but slightly widened, a deeper shade of red crept onto his cheeks and his cock twitched slightly when you looked down at him while sucking your thumb. he was embarrassed and in awe at the same time from how easily he lost control to you and became a submissive, whiny and whimpery mess. jensens had this fantasy for a long time now, he tried to play it out with danneel but it felt weird and forced to him, she just couldn’t bring out that side of him. but you..you did it a bit too easily. you made him cum so hard and you were so sexy doing it too.
before he can think too long about what just happened, he decided to move on, quickly. placing his big hands under your ass, he lifted you up with ease and walked towards the stairs “wha-where are we going?”
“the bed. im gonna fuck your brains out” a smirk twisted his lips and you gulped, starting to regret how bad you teased him. kicking the door open, he threw you on the bed with such aggression, it made you want to start apologizing to him in hopes he’ll go easier on you. you know that won’t work though, it’ll probably just turn him on even more.
“jensen..” you spoke softly. “no.” he pointed a finger at you. “you don’t speak unless i say so. you don’t move unless i say so, and you 100% do not cum unless i say so.” his tone was serious and voice deep. “understood?” he asked and you nodded “y-yes” you said quickly, your stomach doing flips in anticipation and your pussy getting wet…again.
he walked over to the side of the bed and looked through his nightstand drawer, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a black lighter. putting a cigarette in between his lips we walked to stand at the front of the bed. “strip” he muttered and lit his cigarette. you’ve known jensen to only smoke socially or under extreme stressful situations, neither of the two scenarios happening right now, but you decided not to waste anymore time on the thought and do what jensen said. starting with your shirt, then your bra, your skirt and finally your panties. you felt kinda self conscious being fully naked in front of him like this, the insecurity only lasted for a couple of seconds once you’ve seen the way jensens eyes dragged over your whole body.
“get on the bed and play with your slutty little pussy” you hesitated. “now” he gritted and you decided to listen, trying to ignore the shyness, you climbed on the bed and laid on some propped up pillows, spreading your legs wide for him. “atta girl. show me how you fingered yourself to my pictures” tilting his head back and looking down at you, watching you intently as you started to run small circles around your clit, letting out small whimpers as you added more pressure. “hmm, such a pretty pussy.” he hummed, walking to the side of the bed, his fingers tracing down the inside of your thigh and up your body. he wrapped his hand around your neck “such a good girl for me.” you didn’t want him too but he placed a soft kiss on your lips. he noticed that you didn’t kiss him when he first fucked you and again a bit earlier, he figured that was too intimate for you and he was right. you wanted at least one part of your body untouched by jensen, just one part that’s still jared’s.
“go faster” he commanded and you listened, speeding up and using your other hand to plunge two fingers in as deep as they can go. “no,” he slapped your hand away. “just faster” he brought your hand up to your mouth, him wanting you to taste yourself on your fingers. you happily took in your fingers and sucked them clean of the sweet tangy taste. “good baby” he cooed. you started to feel that familiar feeling in your lower stomach. “im-“ “no” he said sternly and you whined out. he chuckled and took another drag from his cigarette. “i love watching you become a whiny mess.” he raked his nails down your chest to your tits, leaving visible red lines. leaning down he took one into his mouth while he played with the other one. catching your nipple in between his teeth, he bit down and flicked his tongue rapidly against the bud. the sharp pain made you gasp but it soon turned to pleasure, causing you to moan out, your fingers instinctively tangling in his hair. “please i-“ “no” the vibration in his voice against your nipple felt amazing and he twisted and pinched at the other one. “please?”
“i said no, y/n. the more you ask, the more it’s not gonna happen. you don’t cum unless i say so.” you’re so close you could explode any second. jensen is now raking his nails all over your body, leaving marks and smirking in amusement at the way your body squirms against the pain. “get up. on you knees” he stood up straight, pulling his shirt and pants off, the smoke escaping his mouth as he spoke. your legs are weak and shaky so it took you a couple seconds to move. those couple seconds was too long for jensen, he grabbed the back of your neck and practically dragged you to the floor and sat you in front of him. “let’s see if you can handle it this time” was all he said before shoving his tip past your plump lips. he did not care if you were relaxed enough to take him in your throat, you were gonna take him either way.
knowing he may randomly start fucking your throat like he did last time, you swirled your tongue around his head, trying to lube him up as much as possible. taking more of him in, stopping when your felt your gag reflex starting to activate. you hollowed out your cheeks and began to suck him off. using both of your hands to jerk off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. “fuck baby, feels fuckin amazing” he grabbed a fistful of your hair and groaned out throwing his head back and trusting his slips slightly. “take more” he moved your hands away and pushed his dick a bit further into your mouth. placing your hands on his thighs for support, you squeezed your eyes shut, the tears that were forming had now fallen down your cheeks, you swallowed and did your best to relax your throat. “aw baby,” jensen thumbed away your tear. “too pretty to cry, especially with my dick in your mouth like that. too damn pretty” he cooed, brushing some of your hair out of your face. “gonna fuck that pretty mouth” he started to thrust his hips again. grabbing the whole side of your head, holding it still while he sped up. “s’ warm” he groaned out and fucked harder, the cigarette half way burnt and still stuck between his lips. the sight of this man in this state is insane, his muscles flexed with each thrust, his toned stomach and chest glistened with a thin layer of sweat. he neck veins visible and bulging with each moan and groan. without warning jensen shoved his entire length down your throat, your nose touched the skin above his cock while you choked on it. “yeah baby, just like that” after a few moments of holding your head hard against his body he pulled you off. you gasped for air and immediately started to cough. multiple trails of saliva connected your lips to his cock and more tears poured down your cheeks. “fuck sweetheart, you’re a mess” spit, tears and ruined makeup stained your face and jensen took a couple seconds to take in how slutty you look right now. once again jensen shoved his dick in your throat, holding both hands on either side of your head holding it still while he skull fucked you. it didn’t take long before he was close to cumming again.
“you gonna swallow my cum?” you hummed in response “gonna swallow every drop? fuckin better” he groaned out, halting his movements as you felt him shoot ropes and ropes of cum in the back of your mouth. he slipped his dick out and grabbed your jaw, forcing your mouth open. “open your mouth” he muttered. trying to look as innocent as possible you looked through your lashes and up in his eyes, sticking your tongue out to show him your cum covered mouth. “such a good little whore for me.. doing exactly what i say, when i say it. you must really wanna cum on my cock huh?“ you nodded eagerly. still aching from before your juices are now leaking down your thighs. leaning down a couple more inches, jensen spit in your mouth, right on your tongue. “swallow it” he looked down at you, so dominant and demanding. you did as you were told, sticking your tongue out once more to show him it’s now clean. “c’mere” he mumbled and pulled you up by your neck. he crashed his lips to yours, kissing you roughly with hunger and he pushed you down on the bed. he can taste himself on your tongue. his hand found your pussy and he dipped two of his fingers in. “sucking my cock made you this wet?”
“of course it did, i love your cock” he was expecting a nod or a moan in response, but your words went straight to his cock, it twitching and slowly getting harder and harder again. “fuck, keep talking like that” he kissed at your lips. “might have to put a baby in you for real”
he shifted his position so that he’s sitting, leaning against the headboard. his hair messy and body sweaty as he was still coming down. he let out a breath “cmon sweetheart” he motioned for you to
come to him with both of his hands. smirking as you climbed on top of him, he grabbed his cock and fisted it a few times before lining the tip up with your entrance, gripping your hip and forcing it down you gasped as his length filled you up completely, he growled while your warm tight walls engulfed him. “s’ fuckin tight. so warm” not even giving yourself time to adjust to his size you began to move your hips but jensen stopped you, holding your hips still and down on his cock. “don’t move” he was enjoying the feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around him. you were warm and wet and just felt amazing to him, he just wanted to savour the moment a little longer. once he was ready, he took control of your hips, rocking you back and forth a bit then getting impatient and finally thrusting up into you. your body launched forward from his force, so you put your hands on his chest for support and moaned out. jensen was fucking you so good. it wasn’t overly fast and rough like he normally is. his thrusts are still powerful and fast as he pounded up into you, but he seems like he’s taking his time with it. really relishing in the pleasure you give him. “pussy’s been aching for my cock all day huh?”
“yes, yes!” you screamed out as he repeatedly pounded your cervix over and over.
“been dying to cum on my cock?”
“so bad”
“i know baby, i can feel you’re already close.”
he would give you three hard thrusts before slowing down a bit, guiding your hips at a steady and pleasurable rhythm. “just stay like that” jensen moved slow as he rubbed circles around your clit with his middle finger. an unexpected hard thrust sent you flying forward and he would entrap you, wrapping his arm around your waist he held you down against him. “relax” he breathed in your ear. your eyes widened once you realized what he was doing. “jensen-“
“shh, relax sweetheart.”
you rested your forehead on his shoulder and did your best. using your pussy’s juices as lube, jensen pressed his finger against your asshole. you relaxed the muscle and he slid right in, trusting his finger in and out at as slow pace. “feels good?” the pain from being stretched out soon turned into pleasure and you nodded “faster” you whimpered. the alternating feeling of his cock and finger felt fucking amazing. you felt so tight and full of him, it was pure euphoric pleasure washing over you as your body shuddered.
jensen wanted you to go slow and get used to the foreign feeling first but shrugged and went faster, fucking up into harder and fingering you tight ass faster.
“fu-ck, feels so good” you moaned out, digging your nails into his hard chest. not caring one bit if you leave marks. “such a dirty little slut, you love getting your holes fucked don’t you?”
“love it so much..” you threw your head back and arched your back, you both moaning out at the new angle of his cock hitting against your g spot. he growled at your response as he felt himself get close again for the third time that day. “can i-can i cum?” you breathed out in between forceful thrusts. “not yet, almost” he hit you with a deep thrust before changing positions, you now laid flat on your back with your legs over his shoulders, your practically folded in half while his cock is still buried deep inside you. he began thrusting hard and fast, he cock fucking you at a deeper angle, sending a hard smack to the side of your thigh, pushing your legs as far back as they can do, jensen pounded into you, railing you so fucking good that your not even making any noise. your mouths hung open and your eyebrows are furrowed, all you can go in pant like a dog. “fuck, fuck. pussy’s so fucking good” jensen groaned out and you felt him twitch inside you. you can’t hold on anymore. “im cumm-fuck! im cumming” you cried out, your legs shook as your brain completely went numb, the only thing you can think of is the incredible waves of pleasure washing over your body as jensen would inside you, continuing to fuck it deeper inside you. as deep as it can go. long, thick, creamy ropes would coat your walls and paint over your entire cervix. a few more deep and sloppy thrusts was all jensen can give you as he helped you ride out your high. he pulled out exhausted and rolled over laying down next to you. your body still convulsed as the thin layer of sweat made your skin glisten, your hair stuck to your forehead as you tried to regulate your breathing.
you looked so pretty fucked out like this.
an idea popping into jensens head he smirked and reached between your legs, plunging two fingers into your pussy and curling them upwards. you jerked and clenched tightly around them, still sensitive from the mind shattering orgasm he just gave you. a small gush sound was heard as jensen’s fingers played around in his fresh hot cum. “who’s pussy is this?”
a/n: omgg this took so long to write >.< but first post yay! (finally lmao) pls lmk how it is! i feel maybe it’s kinda long and it feel’s boring at times idk i was high writing this lmaosjs. fr tho lmk what i can do better. ALSO I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING BUT IN THIS CONTEXT ITS KINDA HOT NGL
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“babe, you almost ready?” your husband jared asks, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom, the shirt you picked out for him was halfway up his arms. you completely ignored him as your eyes traced every muscle in his arms, then in his broad shoulders and chest and finally his abs that were still glistening from the shower he took just minutes ago. i’m so lucky you thought as you soaked up the greek god you called your husband. just the sight of him like this made ache. you let out a small breath and walked up to him, standing on your tippy toes to pull him in for a deep kiss. he froze for a second, taken off guard but then kissed you back, just as deeply. you moan softly into his mouth as your hand trails from his chest down his abs, your nails scratching his skin ever so lightly. he knows what that means. you’re horny. and you want him. no, you need him. “(y/n)” jared chuckled and pulled away. “we’re gonna be late” “please baby,” you pouted, reaching up and placing a small kiss to his ear lobe before whispering “i only need you for a couple minutes” leaving a trail of kisses down his neck “(y/n) i-“ the sound of the door bell ringing cut him off but you already knew what he was gonna say. you sighed in defeat and jared gave you half crooked smile before kissing your cheek and finally slipping his shirt over his head before going to answer the door for the baby sitter.
ignoring the feeling of sexual frustration you began to get dressed, settling on a short, spaghetti strap dress with pink and white floral designs. you slipped on your sneakers and checked yourself out in the full length mirror. the dress hugged your body perfectly, you had just the right amount of cleavage and your ass to waist ratio was insane. you looked fucking hot, and jared would be crazy if he wasn’t dying to pound that little pussy the second he was alone with you. smirking and pleased with the way you look, you quickly finished getting ready. spritzing some expensive purfume, getting the rollers out of your hair and accessorizing your ankle with your favourite gold anklet, off the chain dangled a small heart with a diamond initial “J” on it. jared bought it for you many years ago for your first ever anniversary. you never really leave the house without it and you probably consider it one of your most prized possessions. its the first thing he got you and it just holds so much love for you.
you grabbed your purse and met your husband downstairs, your greeted the babysitter and kissed your kids goodbye before leaving the house.
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“jared, please” you whined in the passenger seat. you’re thirty minutes into your hour long drive and jared’s hand has been firmly placed on the inside of your thigh, and every time he hit a red light he would subconsciously rub small circles with his thumb. it’s driving you absolutely insane, you need this man right here, right now. “i want youu” he chuckled again “i’m driving babe! what’s gotten into you?” deep down you know exactly what’s gotten into you but you’d rather die than be honest with your husband right now.
a couple nights ago you were up late bored and scrolling through tiktok. it’s not really uncommon for random videos to jared and jensen to show up on your for you page, but what is uncommon is the random thirst trap edit of your husbands best friend. the edit showed clips of jensen at the concert he’d done recently. he wore white jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves cut off. his hair was damp and hanging in front of his eyes while his skin glistened with sweat, the veins in his thick neck popped as he sang the high note perfectly, his tattooed bicep flexed as he gripped the mic harder. it’s like you were entranced, you watched and watched and watched probably over ten times before jared started to stir in the bed next to you. you quickly closed the app and laid next to your husband. as you drifted off to sleep, your mind created the most perverted dream you’ve ever had. it was of you and jensen, it was after his show, you and him was in his dressing room. he had you pinned against the wall while he fucked up into your wet pussy. you felt him, he was big, and heavy and he stretched you out so good. he snuck his hand around and grabbed your throat, tilting your head back. he towered over you as he looked down into your eyes with such animalistic lust, just this look can send you over the edge. his grunts, your screams and skin slapping together filled the room as he sped up his thrusts. “you like your little pussy fucked like this, don’t you sweetheart?” he was rough and honestly, it hurt a little bit but you enjoyed it, hell, you loved it. this is just what you wanted. “he can’t do it for you, huh?” he chuckled mockingly, “he can’t fuck you like i do, he can’t say filthy things to you like i do, he can’t make you scream his name like i do.” you woke up completely soaked. you never spoke of the dream and tried your very best to forget about it…but when you were alone, your mind wondered off. you missed how good he felt inside you, how his words made you so wet, how he fucked into you so hard you felt the tip of his cock pound into your cervix.
you love jared so much, he’s such a good husband and father and you really lucked out with him, he’s perfect.. but, he’s a bit too vanilla for you. you’ve expressed your desires to him before, how you want him to be rougher and more talkative during sex, how you want to try different positions and maybe bring in toys. but he protests, he says he doesn’t wanna hurt you or say degrading things to you. which a part of you found sweet and the other part was disappointed. jared definitely satisfied you during sex, he’d make sure you were okay, and make you cum at least twice, he’d always feel so good and fit perfectly in. but sometimes the same position and pace got boring and the moans and grunts that flew around the room grew to feel awkward. you just need a really good and rough fuck.. like jensen gave you in that dream.
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you thought that you would be normal around jensen, like you usually are, but you thought wrong. after you and danneel practically jumped in each others arms and had an ‘i missed you’ war, she lead both you and jared out to the back yard where jensen stood at the barbecue, a beer in one hand and a metal spatula in the other. he wore blue washed jeans, a black t shirt that hugged his arms and shoulders and a black backwards cap that kept the hair out of his eyes. sucking in a deep breath your nostrils filled with his cologne and his scent engulfed all your senses and your mind flashed back to the dream you had. you never looked at jensen as anything other then an older brother, you love jared and danneel is basically a sister to you. but seeing jensen there in all his glory, his new hair cut, his beard, his perfectly toned and muscular body and his tattoo that barely poked out under his shirt was doing things to you, and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your lower abdomen. “it’s been so long!” jensen exclaimed and pulled your husband in for a tight hug. he then hugged you. “too long” he muttered in your hair. the hug didn’t last for long but it was enough to make your legs weak. and his low mumble in your ear sent shivers down your spine. why did he say that just to you?
“i'll make us drinks” danneel said before dragging you away to the kitchen. “something strong please” you sat at the kitchen island while danneel quickly whipped up some pina coladas, putting extra rum in yours, and serving it to you with an extra shot, which you took no time to down before taking a sip of your drink. “how you been babes?” you sigh and your mind flashes back to everything that happened in the pass year that you two were separated. you’ve both been super busy, jensen filming the boys and jared filming walker. then jensen and dani moved over an hour away. you honestly can’t believe you haven’t seen them in a whole year. you were so excited when they finally had free time and invited you both over for a late night barbecue. jensen’s laugh snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized you left danneel on heard. panicking, you blurted out the sex problem you’ve been having with jared. danneel listened and showed sympathy but didn’t really offer much help. instead she said, “well, the kids are at my parents for the night. so, we can dance and drink all night!” and that’s exactly what we did. jensen made the most amazing burgers and danneel made a homemade cheesecake, the music never died down and the drinks never stopped coming. you and danneel are drunk in the kitchen, laughing and giggling and dancing to “or nah” by the weekend. you were bent over shaking your ass while danneel gripped your waist tightly and moved her hips along with yours. this is a very normal thing that happens when the both of you get too drunk. “can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah!” you sung loudly together, you then would turn around to face your best friend, flipping your hair in the process, dani placed her hands on your hips while yours traced down her body. “ahem” you jumped and turned around to see jensen standing in the doorway. “hey, don’t stop for me. i was enjoying myself” a dirty smirk painted his lips and every feeling and thought that you drank away came rushing back to you. “shut up, loser” danneel joked “no, for real. you guys are hot. i wonder what would have happened if i didn’t interrupt” he said lowly, staring down danneel with an even bigger smirk on his face. jensen was always dirty minded, it’s no secret. he would open talk about sex and make dirty jokes, but this is probably one of the dirtiest things he said in front of you which caused you to choke and spill your wine, all over your dress. jensen burst out laughing and dani went into full mom mode. “oh no! quick take it off it’s gonna stain!” she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the laundry room, where you pulled off your dress and handed to to dani, she sprayed strain remover before throwing it into the wash. “just where this for this” she handed you a random shirt “this is jensens” you stated. “don’t worry, he won’t care” without protest you slipped on the huge shirt that fit you like a dress, ending a little lower then your previous dress. it was the shirt he was wearing in that one edit, the shirt he wore while he fucked your hard in your dream. it smelled like him, even though it was freshly washed, the mixture of laundry soap, jensen’s s musky scent and the chokehold this shirt has around your next warmed your entire body, right down to your core.
while waiting for your dress to get done, you joined your husband on the couch, crossing your legs and leaning into his side. jensen came from the kitchen with more drinks in his hands, this time four glasses of scotch. he leaned to give jared his glass and then went to give you yours, not before very blatantly checking you out. “love that shirt” he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear and no one else. he shot you a wink and went to sit across from you, next to dani. ignoring him and the red hot blush forming on your cheeks you turn to jared and place a hand on his thigh “babe, it’s getting late, we should probably go soon” you checked your phone to see it’s 11:43 pm “you guys aren’t going home,” jensen started. why does he start his sentences like that? “i think jared here, had a bit too much to drink” he glanced over at your husband and only then you noticed just how drunk he actually is. “and besides, the funs just starting” he looked down at you, flashing a smug grin. thank god dani is just as drunk as jared right now.
for the next half hour or so you and danneel have been in deep conversation, though it’s quite hard considering the looks jensen is giving you. his eyes darkened and he scanned over your body for the sixth time in ten minutes, he’s been shifting uncomfortably in his seat and he keeps saying dirty things while maintaining heavy eye contact with you. he sat with his legs wide open, his large hands constantly running down his thighs. jared and danneel got drunker and drunker while jensen was sobering you up fast. “excuse me a second” you muttered and got up and left to the kitchen to be alone for a second. it was all too much for you, the eye contact, his actions, his voice. your husband is right there! so is your best friend aka his wife! how can he be so- but when you really thought about it, there was not a part of you that didn’t like the attention, especially from a man like him. its so naughty and him being so obvious and your husband being so clueless makes you wet. if jared and dani was as sober as you and jensen -god, you don’t even wanna think about what will happen. after running your hands under cold water, you searched in the fridge for something nonalcoholic to drink. that’s when you felt a large presence behind you. “how you been (y/n)?” his voice was deep as he leaned on the counter, finishing the last little bit of scotch. you grabbed a water and turned to face him. “i-im great, how about you?” he ignored the second part of your question “are you, though? ‘cause im heard some things” panic quickly spread over your face. he knows. somehow he knows about the dream. “wh-what? what did you hear?” he began to walk closer to you, subconsciously you took a step back only to bump into the fridge, causing jensen to grin. “that you’ve been having some trouble getting laid.” your eyes widened and your gasped. “what? no, im getting laid!” jensen’s eyes softened and he nodded sarcastically “mhm, sure you are. but just not in the way you want too” your nerves are going through the roof right now. how does he know all this? and most of all why is he bringing it up? “what? jared told me.” he said casually as if this is just a normal thing. “he actually asked me for advice. you’re welcome by the way” “what did you say?” you asked with anticipation, you, at have just found a loophole for your little problem. “tsk, have patience sweetheart, you’re gonna have to wait and see” by now, there’s only a couple inches separating the both of you, your fully trapped between the fridge and jensen’s hard body, “thing i don’t understand is,” he started in a low whisper, his green eyes dark and he’s maintaining heavy eye contact “how can he not fuck you like that, y’know, the way you deserve” you were too stunned to speak, your body temperature is so high your about to break out in a sweat and the butterflies in your stomach make you wanna throw up. it feels like your dreaming and you brain can’t process anything. “i mean…if things were different or whatever, i don’t think i’d be able to stop myself from bending you over every table in this house.” he dipped his head down and whispered in your ear, in a low and deep voice “while you’re wearing my shirt”
this isn’t right. okay, you can’t deny it, if you could, you would happily let jensen fuck you anyway he wants. but you’re married! and you love jared, not to mention your best friend with his wife! this is insane.
you both heard a thud from the living and then a mixture of jared and danneel laughing. you slipped away from jensen and saw danneel on the floor with jared laying sideways across her stomach. jensen burst out laughing and went to help them both up. “i was trying to carry him upstairs and then i don’t know what happened!” dani was practically jello in jensen’s arms, she’s had way too much to drink and so did your husband. “looks like you need to call the babysitter, sweetheart” jensen spoke and began leading his wife upstairs. with a sigh you agreed, you’d rather stay the night then risk something bad happening if you let jared drive. “i’m gonna put her to bed, i’ll be back to grab the overgrown man child” jensen would flip danneel over his shoulder and carry her upstairs like she weighed nothing. his muscles and neck veins popped as he let out a soft grunt. squeezing your legs together, trying to get some type of relief.
you reach for your phone to call the baby sitter to tell her the change of plans but jared grabbed your wrist and with one swift motion he had you on his lap. his hands were everywhere, under your (jensen’s) shirt, grabbing and squeezing at your tits, they then trailed down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. “you’re so fucking sexy right now” he grunted and thrusted his hips up, making you lose your balance and jolt forward. “so hot” he pulled you in and instantly started making out with you, it was hot and heavy and everything you wanted from him. he even smacked your ass which caused you to moan in his mouth. his hands was placed firmly on your hips while he grind them down on his crotch. you felt how hard he actually is and moaned, quite loudly this time. your clothed pussy grinding down on your husbands cock through his jeans almost sent you straight to euphoria. this is exactly what you need, just some relief. you needed someone to just use you, use your body as they please and do whatever they want to you, to fuck you hard and fast and make you scream, to fill your little pussy up with cum. your pussy is now throbbing and you need the release so bad. is this what jensen was talking about earlier? “fuck” you breathed and you pulled away for air, only for jensen to be standing right in front of you, shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his hair was messy and it hung in front of his eyes. “hey, hey, hey!” he grabbed jared shoulder. “not on my new couch, take it to the bedroom kids!” jared put his hands up on protest and muttered a series of apologies as jensen guided him off the couch and upstairs “you coming?” he asked, you husband half cautious and clinging onto jensen. “yeah, just gotta call the baby sitter.” “don’t take too long” he winked and disappeared with your husband, you rolled your eyes and texted the sitter, letting her know that you and jared will be spending the night.
“he’s all yours sweetheart” jensen smirked in the doorway. your husband was in bed and barely conscious. “thanks” you replied quietly and began to shut the bedroom door but jensen stopped it. “if you need anything, at all, i’ll be in my office” he left down the hall and you shut the door, finally feeling like you can breathe. you climbed into bed and poked jared’s shoulder. “babe?” the only reply you got was a loud snore and him shifting in bed, placing his arm and leg over you, essentially holding you hostage in bed.
that bastard, he fell asleep on you! you groaned in frustration and tried your best to sleep. you probably only slept an hour or two because your mind kept making up dirty thoughts..about jensen. the way he looked today, the signals he was sending, all that shit he said to you in the kitchen. it was too much and you couldn’t help yourself. with very careful actions, you moved your hand down and into your underwear, gasping at how wet you really are, your panties are soaked from the arousal you’ve pretty much had all day. you pressed your finger hard to your clit and sighed in relief. you began to rub small circles, trying not to moan out loud no matter how good it feels. unfortunately though, your movements caused your husband to shift again in his sleep and now his arm is over yours, trapping your hand so that you can barely wiggle your fingers.
“fuck this” you whispered before prying your husband hands off and slipping out of bed. honestly, you don’t know what you were expecting or even looking for, but a small part of you hoped that jensen is still up. you crept down the hallway and looked for any evidence of an office. your foot managed to find and step on the loudest creek ever and you froze in place, in fear that you woke someone up (or maybe in fear that you’ll be caught) “(y/n)?” you heard a deep voice say behind you. you whipped around and immediately began to apologize “i’m so sorry i just-“ “can’t sleep?” you nodded, to put it simply. he stepped aside and motioned with his head for you to come in. you listened to him and he shut and locked the door behind you.
“so, what’s got you up at night?” he asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. he knows exactly what but he enjoys seeing me suffer. “i’m guessing he went lights out on you?” you sighed and nodded, there’s no point to deny it anymore. he sighed as if he’s personally affected too and slumped down in his chair, legs wide open as he swung side to side lightly. “i’m sorry sweetheart, ‘s gotta suck” he laughed and your glared at him. why is he being such an asshole right now? “can you stop?” you snapped, sassily which only caused jensen to put his hands up in defence “hey, i tried everything i could, i gave him strict instructions and if your still getting blue balled, it’s not my problem”
full of frustration, you turned on your heel to leave. coming here was a mistake, you must’ve gotten mixed signals or just hallucinated the whole- “…unless” jensen started again, you turned slowly to look at him. the light from the one small lamp on the desk made him look like he was glowing, the shadow pa contouring every muscle p, his hair was super messy from running his hands through it all day. he looked so…delicious. he made a ‘come here’ motion with his finger and without even thinking, your legs started to move and you were right in front of him. he reached out grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer so your now in between his outstretched legs.”unless, i show you what i told him” he began slowly running his finger tips up and down the sides. “sit” he said plainly. sit? sit where? on his lap!? your brain needed a couple seconds to process everything. but that was a couple of seconds too long for jensen, he spun you and aggressively pulled you down to his lap, your back now against his chest. your legs were spread wide and stretched over his. your breath hitched has he continued rubbing your thighs, “when i tell you to do something, i expect you to fucking do it.” his hand getting closer and closer to your clothed pussy. “je-jensen,” was all you managed to get out before he brushed his hand against your core. a gasp left your lips and jensen smirked down at you. “i barely even touched you yet and your already a mess” he finally slipped his hand past the hem of your panties and pressed his whole hand against your pussy.
“fuuck, already soaked for me, were you walking around like this all day?” he asked and you nodded, feeling embarrassed. he started to rub small and slowly circles at your clit and you sighed, melting into him completely. his rough fingers felt amazing and he applied just enough pressure. he started to speed up a bit, spreading your wetness everywhere. “i bet your pussys real pretty, bet it taste sweet too” those words made your pussy clench. his voice was so deep and he spoke with such experience and smoothness, “jensen i-i” his movements slowed and he spoke softly “use your words” in your ear. “wha-what about danneel, and jared? i don’t wanna hurt them” jensen began to leave soft kisses down your neck as your voiced your concerns, his fingers still rubbing hard circles on your clit. “they won’t found out” he mumbled “you wanna stop?” no. yes. you don’t know. you’re so conflicted, you love jared but jensen is working your pussy like never before. “i just love them so much” was the best answer you can give him. “i know baby,” he bit your ear lobe and sped up his movements faster then before, his other hands reached around your head to cover your mouth “i love them too, but right now, i think i love you more” and with that he plunged two fingers deep inside you, you arched your back as he began to pump them in and out at an extraordinary pace. if you could you would be screaming right now. jared’s fingers are long but jensen’s are thicker, it almost hurts. this is what you needed. you needed jensen to finger fuck you like this. “so fuckin tight around my fingers, i can’t imagine how my cock will feel” he curled his fingers upwards, his finger tips brushing against your g-spot as he moved his whole arm up and down, trying to force an orgasm out of you this soon. you felt like you were gonna explode, this much pleasure all at once was too much for you. “no cumming, unless i say so” he turned my head to look me in the eyes, showing me that he’s dead serious about this. i squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on anything other then cumming all over your husbands best friends fingers “fuckk” you moaned but it came out muffled from jensen’s tight grip. “you’re close, i can feel it. but remember, not until i say so.” he reminded and you nodded. it was all that you could do. you squirmed against him, unable to move from how tight he held you down. the pleasure in your lower abdomen built up over the course of the next couple seconds and you turned your head to face him with pleading eyes. “please,” you clenched around on his skilled fingers and your legs began to shake, you finally broke one hand free and went to grab his wrist. the pleasure was too much, your body already exhausted. you dug your nails into his thin skin, but it did nothing, your strength is nothing compared to his, his pace was still hard and fast. “please” you cried out. “hm? please what?” he muttered in your ear. you hate him for the way he is torturing you right now. “i need to cum, please!” he let out a light laugh,“hmm, no” he stopped all his motions and loosened his grip. “no!” you whined and grabbed his hand, pulling it back to your pussy but he pulled away. “why?” you were literally seconds away from a mind blowing orgasm, from finally getting the relief you needed since days. you stood up extremely frustrated but didn’t realize how weak your legs actually were, you leaned back against his desk and took a couple seconds to catch your breath. he fully leaned back in his chair and looked up at you with a smug smile, he was proud of himself and he wasn’t scared to show it to you, even though your glared at him with such hatred. “jensen.” you said as he ignored your first question. he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked up the tip of his middle finger. a deep and satisfied growl erupted from his chest and as he sucked your sweet taste off his fingers. “so fukin good, so sweet” he complimented. “why’d you stop? i was almost there” you said just above a whisper.
“cause” he stood up to his full height and pressed his body against yours, causing you to fully lean against his desk. he reached his hand up and wrapped it around your throat, pressing his thumb into your jaw to make your head turn to the side, he leaned down and whispered in your ear. “i’m not done with you yet” he reached under your shirt and grabbed the sides of your black lacey underwear, roughly pulling them down to your ankles as he crouched down in between your legs. you subconsciously spread your legs a little wider and jensen groaned at the sight of your exposed pussy. “fuck baby, such a pretty little pussy” you clenched at his words and felt your arousal start to drip down your thighs, he reached and scooped up your juices with his fingers and brought them to your mouth. “taste how pretty you are” grabbed his wrist once again and took his fingers in, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around his fingertips. you hummed at the taste and he muttered “that’s it baby, such a good little slut for me.” he grabbed your tight with his other hand and placed it over his broad shoulder. “you want me to keep going?” you nodded eagerly, his fingers still in your mouth. “hm, beg for it”
“what? i-i don’t”
“beg for it.” he repeated. “beg for me to fuck you, to make you cum. tell me just how bad you need it.” his words melted you as you tried to form words but your brain is completely mush right now. “i-i need you so bad jensen please, please fuck me.” he scoffed and gave you a look that said “that’s it?” fuck. “your fingers felt so good, i need them, i need you, please, just please make me cum, fuck me the way i deserve” once he was satisfied with your pleas, he finally drived in. licking a long strip up your pussy, your hands instantly tangled up in his hair. shaking his head from side to side to get deeper, he began to alternate between sucking and kicking your clit, occasionally gently biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. “fuckk, feels so good, keep going please.” you moaned out quite loudly, not caring if someone heard you. jensen’s tongue is working wonders on your clit and you just can’t help it. he’s making you feel so damn good. he reached up and grabbed your hand from his hair and placed it on your clit, wanting you to run circles while he licked at your entrance, you did as you was told while his tongue darted in and out of your hole. the whole room was filled sucking, slurping and your breathy moans and jensens muffled groans. you felt the pleasure build up again and you threw your head back. “close” was all your managed to get out but that’s all that jensen needed, he pushed your hand away and replaced it with his mouth, sucking and licking harder then before, he shoved two fingers in your pussy and pumped them in and out, wiggling them to stimulate your g-spot. “fuck!” you shouted and felt a hard smack to your thigh. “i know it’s hard baby girl, but you gotta shut the fuck up” you nodded, eyes still squeezed shut “‘m sorry, i just, gonna..fuckk, need to-“ you were a mess. heavy breathing, sweaty, can’t even form a proper sentence thanks to jensen. your body felt like jello and your legs would not stop shaking. “shh,” he placed a free hand over your mouth again. “you wanna cum? right here on my fingers?” he asked despite already knowing the answer. all you could do was nod as the pleasure burned, you were about to explode any second. “then cum.”
you let go, finally getting the release you craved from him. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you breathed out as jensen licked and finger fucked you through your first orgasm, still hard and fast. the taste of you on his tongue made him groan against your cunt, the vibrations and the stabby feeling of his beard was all too much for you. you wanted to scream out his name and show him how good he’s making you feel but you can’t, his grip is tight over your mouth. your body shook and convulsed from how powerful of an orgasm he pulled from your body. “that’s it baby, cum for me”
after a couple more seconds you found your breathing starting to regulate and you opened your eyes to see jensen at his full height and him staring you down. “you look so pretty when you cum. such cute sounds you make.” his fingers still deep inside you, he flexed them upward towards your g-spot. the sensitivity causing your body to jerk. he chuckled and removed his fingers to which you whined at the empty feeling. “thank you” you said for the compliment and the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you. you expected him to move out of the way but he didn’t, his eyes still staring into yours like a predator staring down its prey. “je-“ i’m still not done” was all he said before pulling his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. once again, your eyes widened, at the size, the pre-cum dripping from his head, and how hard he actually is. you instinctively reached how for it, wanting to make him feel as good as he made you feel. “no” was all he said before grabbing you by the neck again, making you look up at him. his thumb traced your jawline and up to your bottom lip, slightly pushing it past your lips so you can suck on it, which you happily did. matching his heavy eye contact, you innocently took his thumb in and hollowed out your cheeks while you sucked the tip of his thumb gently. he groaned at the sight of you, while he pumped his length a few times.
“please can i taste it?” you asked. jensen stood silent for a few seconds, not expecting you to ask that. “i wanna make you feel good” you reached out and lightly scratched down his abs, an action you reserved for your husband to show him your in the mood. you didn’t even realized what you did, it just happened subconsciously. jensen smirked at your action, it seems like he knew what that meant but you were sure, nor did you care right now. “you want it that bad?” you nodded, and he finally took a step back, freeing you from being trapped between him and his desk. “then get on your knees” wasting no time, you slid down and sat on your knees, looking up at the glorious man you call your best friends husband. he seems so tall and big from this angle. his muscles are tense from all the build up and his cock hard and red. he pumped himself a few times before grabbing a hard fistful of her hair and lining himself up on your bottom lip. the butterflies showed up again and you can feel yourself getting wet once again. poking your tongue out, you gave his tip a few kitten licks before sucking softly on the tip. you swirled your tongue around his head, savouring the taste of his pre cum. you heard jensen groan in frustration and without any warning, he shoved his entire length down your throat, the tip of your nose smashing into the soft skin above his cock. “if you’re gonna beg to suck my cock then fuckin’ suck it!” he growled when his tip hit the back of your throat. you gaged and tears immediately welled in the corners of your eyes. this isn’t what you had in mind but you should’ve known jensen doesn’t like things slow. tightening his grip on your hair, he placed another hand tightly around your throat and began to thrust in and out. “ha, i can feel my dick in your throat!” he said in pure amusement, meanwhile your struggling not to throw up from how deep he’s down your throat. a couple more thrusts and groans from jensen before he pulled you off. finally. you gasped and immediately began coughing, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. “tsk, knew you couldn’t handle it” he shook his head as if he’s disappointed in you. maybe he is.. “shame cause your mouth felt amazing” he laughed, mocking you and the state you're in right now. you were about to protest and argue back with him but he lifted you to your feet, turned you around and with a firm grasp on the back of your neck he pinned you down on his desk. you were stuck in his position before you even knew what was happening. you felt his thumb swipe down your folds which sent a shiver down your spine. without you seeing, jensen would put his thumb in his mouth and suck it clean from your juices. he would never admit this to you but you have the best tasting pussy out of all the women he’s been with..including his wife. he reached down for another taste, this time shoving two fingers in as deep as he could. “hmm” he hummed at the taste of you, he just can’t get enough. it’s almost like he’s addicted. right then and there he decided that this wasn’t gonna be a one time thing. he needed you and your sweet little pussy. “you get wet sucking cock?” he asked and left a hard smack to your ass “or just mine?” you didn’t answer him..but it’s just his. another hard smack in the same spot left your skin stinging and hot. unbeknownst to you, a red hand print already started forming.
you heard him shift behind you and soon felt the tip of his dick press against your folds. he rubbed his head up and down your entire pussy, gathering and using your juices as lube even though it’s extremely unnecessary from how wet you already are. “ready sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, whining eagerly “are you gonna be a good girl for me? gonna be quiet?” you felt his tip at your entrance, barely in but you still clenched down, in a desperate attempt to feel him. “yes, yes i will, i promise just please fuc-“ you were cut off by a gasp. he shoved his full entire length in your pussy, bottoming out and groaning when his tip hit your cervix. he began to move slow and give you sometime to adjust. he knows you needed it. jared might be taller but jensen is bigger, in every way. you let out a small sigh and tried your best to relax. he’s so deep and you feel so full. there’s a vein on the underside of his cock and feels so amazing brushing against your g-spot, you can’t help but moan. “fuck me” you whispered not necessarily to jensen but he still listened and snapped his hips forward hard, making a loud slapping sound in the process. “such a dirty little mouth” he grunted out and sped up his movements, fucking your pussy at a fast but pleasurable pace that just makes you melt underneath him. he’s making you feel so good and it’s getting so damn hard to stay quiet. your nails are scratching at the varnish on his desk and your biting on the inside of your arm to muffle your moans. if the circumstances were different, you would be screaming. screaming his name, moaning and groaning as loud as you can, letting anyone near by hear how good he’s fucking you. unfortunately the only people near by is your husband and his wife.
“pussy feels s’ good” he groaned out and leaned over, changing his angle so now he’s fucking up into your cervix. “so fuckin’ wet and tight, all for me” his words made you clench around him which caused him to let out and gutteral groan “yes! it’s all yours just for you” was the only thing you could say in response. your mind is so fucked out and your body is close behind, you’re completely mush underneath him, just a toy for him to use “say it again” he’s fucking you so good and rough that you actually weren’t paying attention to what you just said. “who’s pussy is this?” he rammed his hips into your ass, “yours, it’s all yours” you breathed out. “fuckin’ right it is. all fucking mine” he growled and reached around to rub hard and fast circles on your clit. “fuuckk” you cried out, you started to feel the pleasure build up, quickly. “close” you said barely above a whisper. you hope he’ll let you cum without being an asshole. you have no more strength to hold it. “i know baby, just wait a bit longer” you whined out as he sped up his movements. “fuck” he groaned “almost there”
“jens-don’t..”
“hm? use your words, sweetheart.” he knew exactly what you were trying to say. “d-don’t cum..fuck” you were trying to pled with him to not cum in you. he obviously wasn’t wearing a condom and your not on birth control. “still don’t understand what your tryin’ to say” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “fuck please” you groaned in frustration. “don’t cum in me!” you finally got out, pleasure still building up and you felt like you can cum any second. “sorry sweetheart. my house, my rules” your eyes widened and you tried to push him off with whatever strength you had left. obviously it didn’t work. even at your full strength to you couldn’t make this man budge. “think you’re gonna come to my house all cute and frustrated, wear my fuckin shirt, dance like a little slut with my wife, beg me to fuck you and then tell me i’m not allowed to cum balls deep inside you?” he laughed, still fucking you hard, deep and fast. “don’t work like that, sweetheart. i’m gonna put a fuckin baby in you” he would sped up his movements to shut you up of any further argument. he said what he said and meant it. “fuck, i’m cumming” you whined and squeezed your eyes shut, releasing and clenching down tightly around jensen, stilling his movements. your orgasm crashed through your entire body and your legs were shaking uncontrollably. “that’s it baby girl, cum on my cock. let me hear those pretty sounds.” your orgasm triggered jensens as you felt hot spurts of cum shoot against your cervix. he let out a deep growl and dug his nails into your hip so tightly, you know you’re gonna have fully formed bruises tomorrow. he kept himself buried deep inside you while he painted your walls with this thick, creamy cum. “fuck, fuck” you said at the feeling of him cumming deep inside you, like he said he would. you can’t deny how good it feels to cum around his cock, to feel him filling you up, to have jensen growling and grunting in your ear, feeling his sweaty body on yours.
the two of you stayed in that position for a couple seconds while you both caught your breath. he fucked into you deeply a few more times trying to push his cum deeper. he finally pulled out and left yet another smack to you ass. “so fuckin good” he breathed out and ran a hand through his hair. you ignored him and tried to push his cum out. this could be really bad and you aren’t ready to have your marriage break, but nothing came out, it’s too deep and the panic started to set in. “no, no sweetheart” he crouched down to grab your underwear from around your ankles, he slowly lifted them up and put them back on you, he then leaned over and growled in your ear. “i want you to go back and climb in bed next to your husband, with every single drop of my cum deep in your pussy”
