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I'm sorry but all I can think about with the new panel pictures is just how skinny/lean Jared looks next to Jensen. Like Jensen is so stocky in some of those pictures and I know that both of them (and especially Jared) are so muscled but they (intentionally) carry it so differently it's crazy

Also makes me think about how their physiques are perfect for Alpha!Jensen and Omega!Jared...

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The Anvil

Written by Meus Venator

Art by me

All images created by me using 3d models, set up in Zbrush and Daz Studio.

I'll reformat and add more details later, but definitely go read Meus Venator's third installment in the Iron Ridge Pack verse!

Images below are spoiler-y.

[sofreddie]

Resigned 11

Summary: Y/N and Jensen are more than ready to be back home in Texas. But it seems the OE is determined to pop their bubble of happiness.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!F!Reader, Jared, OE Agent Gus Fowler

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Angst, Fluff, Smut (Unprotected sex, Knotting)

WC: 3,063

A/N: Another chapter! Woo, yay me! And yay you!

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Part 10

Jensen was excited about the hiatus and more than ready to have Y/N home. There, they began to correct and make things right between themselves. Y/N had already spent time packing and shipping some items, so come morning, all they had to do was grab their travel bags and go.

Y/N made sure that she strictly followed the laws. Her collar was on and clearly visible. She kept her head down, mouth shut, and followed Jensen's lead, which she noticed put him at ease. He'd have less to worry about when she 'acted right,' and she tried not to beat herself up over doing that to him, even if she didn't mean to.

The studio had arranged a smaller, private flight for Jensen and Jared, so they didn't have to worry about traveling with an Omega like before. However, they couldn't avoid the paparazzi entirely, who were outside his condo building and waiting at the airport. With all the pictures, he knew someone would catch his mark, and the news would likely blow up by the time they landed in Texas.

Jared, Jensen, and Clif worked to shield Y/N as they boarded the small jet, and soon enough, they were in the air. Jensen let out a long breath, finally feeling like he could relax, if only for a moment.

Jensen relaxed in his reclined seat as Y/N and Jared chatted together. She seemed utterly comfortable around Jared, relaxing and laughing as he talked with her. He'd never seen her quite so animated and alive. The thought made jealousy bubble up again that another Alpha could have that effect on her.

But he knew Jared was only trying to make her feel better and included. He was looking out for her because he considered them family and pack. Except it occurred to Jensen that he was the only thing Y/N had. If something happened to him, she'd be alone and in danger.

He thought it might be in her best interest if they were a pack. Jared could be registered as an alternate Alpha—instead of a father, brother, or uncle—and could be a legal pack member. Jensen was confident that Jared would take care of her if anything happened.

When Y/N excused herself to the restroom, Jensen took the opportunity to talk alone with Jared. While he would need to speak with Y/N, he could start with Jared and see if he would be willing to do so.

"Hey, Jare?" Jensen spoke as he settled next to him. "I was just thinking, you know, about how alone Y/N and I are or feel."

"Hey man, you know I'm here for you. Both of you."

"We're practically pack," Jensen nervously chuckled. "But I was thinking maybe we could make that legal."

"What?" Jared chuckled.

"I want you to be her alternate Alpha in case anything happens."

Jared was quiet for a moment as he thought it over. "Have you talked to her about it?"

"Not yet."

Jared nodded, "I need to talk to Gen, but I think it's a good idea."

Jensen smiled and patted Jared's thigh before returning to his seat just as Y/N returned. She paused to peck his lips before returning to her seat and talking with Jared. This time, Jensen wasn't jealous. Instead, he was grateful and settled in for a nap.

-

While all three were well-rested on the flight, it didn't take long before the guys were full-on Alpha, and Y/N was panicking. She focused on the laws and what was required of Omegas. The overwhelming scents of angry and protective Alphas filled the sealed cabin, soothing and choking the Omega.

As feared, news of Jensen's claim had gone viral. When they landed, his phone was flooded with social media messages and messages from friends and family. Most of the messages he received were supportive. The media and public had mixed reactions, further fueled by the international debate over Omega's Rights.

Thankfully, Clif got them from the plane and took them to their respective homes without incident. As the doors of their homes closed, shutting out the world behind them, Jensen and Y/N let out a collective sigh of relief.

"I'm so happy to be home," Y/N sighed.

The last time they were here was like a honeymoon. The trip to Vancouver hadn't been as great as they had hoped. Back in their home, their nest, where their family would one day grow, they could move past the ugliness and into a happy normal.

"Me too," Jensen agreed, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing behind her ear.

She tilted her head as he brushed her hair to the side, gently removing her collar before carelessly tossing it somewhere in the room. Her eyes followed where it landed, and she fought the urge to retrieve it. Instead, she gave in to the sensations that jolted through her as her Alpha kissed sweetly over his claim.

Turning in his arms, her eyes landed on her claim on his neck. Gently covering it with her hand, she fought back tears. Once again, he was facing worry and ruin because of her.

"Don't," Jensen interrupted her thoughts, feeling as if he could hear her through their renewed bond.

"I feel like I just make things worse for you. If I just behaved-" She cut herself off, sobbing.

Jensen kissed her, deep and passionate, trying not only to chase away her invasive thoughts but to show her how wrong she was. He was grateful for her, loved her, and would do anything for her happiness.

Jensen scooped her into his arms, delighted in her surprised squeal and giggle. She buried her face against his neck as he carried her upstairs. Teasing him, she kissed and nipped at her claim. He growled as he burst into the bathroom, putting her on her feet only to cup her face and kiss her fiercely.

"Get naked," Jensen spoke against her lips, and he hastily removed his clothes. She grinned and followed his command, knowing it was a request. One she was all too eager to comply with.

The moment she was nude, Jensen had her in his arms, kissing her as he ushered her into the shower. He turned on the water, kissing and caressing as the water cascaded down upon them. He needed her to feel and know he wasn't upset with her, disappointed, or having regrets about anything between them. It was the world that was wrong, not them.

Driven by a desperate need to prove himself, Jensen turned Y/N against the tiled shower wall and dropped to his knees. She gasped and clung to him as he lifted one of her legs on his shoulder, opening her up for him. He places kisses from her knee and up her thigh, building her up for what was coming.

It didn't take long for him to have her coming, her sweet tang on his tongue easing his cravings for her. He left her leaning against the wall, catching her breath, watching her with a sly grin as he hastily washed himself.

Once Y/N gathered herself, she was flushed and hungry for her Alpha. Returning his grin with a coy smile, she lowered to her knees, desperate to taste him. Jensen stopped her, lifted her to her feet, and kissed the pout from her lips.

"Not yet," he spoke as he turned, putting her under the warm spray. "Let me?" he asked, holding a washcloth.

Y/N bit her lip and nodded, letting Jensen bathe her from head to toe. He lingered, kissing in various spots, gently washing her skin. It both relaxed and aroused her. Once the water was off, Jensen dried them off before scooping Y/N in his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed, climbing over her as he did, keeping them close.

The silence enhanced every look and touch. Neither of them needed words to understand what the other wanted and needed. They moved in sync, changing positions and taking turns giving and taking pleasure, driving it out until the need to release was too much to bear.

With a final change, Y/N was on her knees, legs wide and belly pressed into the mattress as she presented and mewled for her Alpha. Jensen groaned in approval, sliding deep within her core, a feeling of coming home. Angling his hips, Jensen fucked Y/N hard as he drove them both toward their final release.

Y/N came first with a shout, Jensen's knot popping and locking them together as they rode their highs. Kissing her claim, Jensen carefully moved them to their sides to spoon while they waited for Jensen's knot to recede.

-

Leaning her hip against the frame, Y/N gazed out of the glass doors into the backyard, sipping at her coffee as the sun began to rise. She had already made breakfast, knowing her Alpha would wake soon.

As if thinking him into existence, she smelled her Alpha before his hands slid around her waist from behind. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she hummed content, tilting her head as Jensen placed featherlight kisses around his claim.

"Morning, Alpha," she whispered, turning in his arms. She handed him her mug, giggling as he mumbled something that sounded like "mornin'" and chugged the remainder of the coffee. Without a word, Y/N took the mug and maneuvered around Jensen, pouring two fresh cups and handing him one.

"You cooked?" Jensen asked, finally awake enough to speak and notice the food.

Y/N simply smiled and prepared him a plate. Setting it on the table, she ushered Jensen to sit, kissed him on the head, and headed to make herself a plate.

Before Jensen could take a bite, a knock on the door interrupted their morning. Glancing at the clock, Jensen saw it was only nine in the morning. Looking through the peephole, he saw a large man with an OE badge hanging on a lanyard around his neck.

Y/N could sense the presence of an Alpha other than Jensen. She took a deep breath and rushed to retrieve her collar. Another series of knocks sounded as she secured her collar in place, and Jensen opened the door to greet the man.

"Jensen Ackles?"

Jensen huffed as he stood tall and squared his shoulders, nodding minutely to the Alpha on his doorstep—a threat to him and his Omega. The man smirked at Jensen's display.

"My name is Gus Fowler, Omega Enforcement Officer assigned to you and your Omega's probationary cases. May I come in?"

Jensen wasn't sure if he had given access or if Agent Fowler had forced his way in as they moved in sync, granting him entry to their home. He couldn't refuse him if he wanted to, not without causing even more trouble for Y/N and himself. Jensen closed the door, focusing on the Alpha in their home as Agent Fowler glanced around the place.

Y/N stood still in the foyer, her head bowed and hands clasped in front of her, silent and waiting. Jensen hadn't even seen her out on the collar. He'd never seen her so obedient, which made him feel sick and enraged. She knew Jensen was uncomfortable and decided to take the lead.

"Welcome to our home, Agent Fowler," Y/N greeted, her eyes and head lowered to the ground as she spoke. "I have just made breakfast and coffee."

"Coffee would be great," he answered, following Y/N with a satisfied smirk.

Pulling out a chair, Y/N gestured for him to sit as she moved to the kitchen. Jensen sat at the table, focused entirely on the Alpha in his home. Y/N brought coffee service to the table, setting the tray between the men and standing off to the side like a servant awaiting orders.

Now, Jensen was thoroughly confused. First, he had no idea they even owned a coffee service, but it was a pleasant and seemingly useful surprise. Second, Y/N was acting entirely out of character. She was the picture of an obedient Omega and wife, to a point that made his stomach churn. It was everything he didn't want for her.

He knew she had been studying. Now, he could see that put to work, playing her part to the legal letter. She was sending him soothing vibes to keep him calm, but it was only helping so much.

Agent Fowler smirked as he looked over Y/N and prepared a cup of coffee for himself.

"Can your Omega join us?" he asked Jensen as he sipped.

Nodding, Jensen gestured Y/N to him on his side, out of reach of the other man. Agent Fowler grinned at the action, opening a file and sipping his drink. Y/N kept her gaze on the table. Jensen kept his hand firmly on her thigh, both protective and possessive.

"So, as I mentioned, I'm here on behalf of the OE to explain your probationary terms now that you're home and on break."

Jensen tried not to scoff. This man represented everything Jensen had come to despise. While making it seem like a courtesy call, he knew it was anything but.

"I'll start with the Omega."

"Y/N," Jensen spoke through gritted teeth.

"Very well," Fowler jotted down notes with a huff before continuing. "Y/N. As of now, you are not to leave this property unless you are with Jensen or another authorized Alpha."

"I understand," Y/N whispered, trying to fight back her emotions and remain calm for her Alpha's sake. She could feel he was on edge, and she didn't want either of them to suffer further.

"I'd like to add an alternate Alpha," Jensen requested.

"Are they blood or pack relation to you or Y/N?"

"We're a pack," Jensen responded. "Just not on paper yet."

"Alright," Fowler nodded, pulling papers from his file and handing them to Jensen with a pen. "If you fill out these forms, I can submit the pack and Alpha registrations for you."

Jensen huffed but began completing the forms. Perhaps naively, he thought this would be a quick visit. He hadn't even talked to Y/N about his talk with producers. The OE wasn't messing around and determined that he and Y/N would comply with their terms.

As Jensen completed and returned the forms, Agent Fowler put them away and focused on the Alpha.

"Mr. Ackles, you have been ordered to complete Alpha Ownership and Rut Management classes. The OE has coordinated through your manager and lawyer on your schedule, so there are no overlaps, and you can complete the legal requirements without issue."

Jensen growled under his breath as Fowler jotted more notes. He was constantly making notes as he spoke, questioned, and observed.

"As discussed with your team, you cannot leave the state until the classes are completed; all other things fit around that."

Jensen sat a little taller, and his eyes narrowed at the Alpha across from him. Fowler’s eyes drifted to the claim on Jensen’s neck, his disapproval evident.

“I recommend you cover that,” Fowler said as he jotted more notes, gesturing to the claim with his pen. “At least while you’re attending classes.”

“Is it illegal for an Alpha to have a claim?” 

Fowler sighed, dropping his pen and clasping his hands together as he looked between the pair before him. 

“No. No laws prevent an Alpha from being claimed by their Omega. But it is frowned upon and might make things harder for you, especially with other Alphas.” 

Fowler sighed again, some of the tension and assertiveness going out of him. “Look, I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to enforce the law. Whether I or you agree with it or not, the law is the law.”

Agent Fowler jotted down a few more notes before finishing, standing from his seat and tucking the chair back in. “I’ll visit with your Alpha friend and complete the Alternate and Pack establishment registration. You’ll receive official copies, which should only be a few days, a week at the most. Here’s a copy of the schedule for your classes.”

“I’ll show you out,” Jensen grumbled, kissing Y/N’s head before following Fowler to the door. 

The second the door closed behind him, Y/N took a deep breath, relaxing a little from all the stress. She dashed out the back glass door into the garden, inhaling a deep breath with her eyes closed. The overwhelming stench of Alphas in a pissing contest wasn’t doing her any favors. Jensen was so angry and on edge with having an unwanted person and Alpha in his home. It took everything she had to keep her composure and not whine over her Alpha’s distress.

“Omega?”

Y/N turned to see Jensen approaching her with an inquisitive gaze, though he was still agitated, and his scent was thick.

“I’m so sorry.”

“For what? You were fucking perfect in there,” Jensen defended. “Which, by the way, really freaked me out.”

“You have to go through all of this because of me because I wasn’t a good and proper Omega.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m so sorry,” she whined, and Jensen could no longer resist the urge to have her in his arms.

He hugged her tight as she dealt with her surge of emotions. He could feel the rollercoaster inside her and gave her the comfort she desperately needed, taking the chance to scent her, her essence calming him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my talk with the producers, Jared, or any of it,” Jensen softly spoke. “I was going to this morning, but I didn’t know he was coming, so he just dropped all that.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “I knew after everything and the claim that you’d probably have to talk to someone about it. Again, my fault.”

“Stop.” Jensen insisted, pulling back just enough to capture her gaze and hold it firmly. “The world is wrong, Baby, not us.”

Y/N nodded and smiled, tucking herself back into his hold, her head under his chin as she soaked up his warm and rich scent, now less angry and more just him. One way or another, they’d get through this. Together.

PART 12

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FANFICTION HELP

Hi there!

I need your help. There was a very talented writer @jawritter whose account was recently deleted. I dont know why or what happened and hope they're okay, but I crave their work. Series named Promised specifically. It's alpha!jensen x omega!reader and I loved it. I tried everything in my power to find it elsewhere but with no success so I'm asking you.

If there is anyone who would be able to retrieve it, find it through other websites or know the original writer and let them know how much I miss it and want it back.

Reposted chapters don’t work either.

Please, please help your fellow reader.

Here's the original link: https://www.tumblr.com/jawritter/190536954948/story-description-in-a-world-where-your?source=share

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SECOND CHANCES ☆ J.ACKLES WEREWOLF AU

pairing: werewolf!jensen x werewolf!reader

word count: 2.6k

a/n: Hi, many of you may be new to my account but I am mostly a werewolf au writer, I spend most of my time writing harry styles werewolf au stories and its what I have always found comfortable writing. so here I bring you werewolf au of jensen. hope you like it and let me know your thoughts!

Most of the wolves in the pack usually stay, searching for their mate; most of them also end up leaving their pack in order to search for their mate. You on the other hand wanted to get out and study, learn more about the world and the life of the other packs. The world was divided by packs or sections. Each state has their territory but there's some that take more than what they need, mostly because they cause fights or just merge with the other packs as a way to settle a fight. But just like the human world, they also have schools, universities where anyone can attend. It's optional but it's not what many search for. A wolf's duty is to care about your pack, protect your people but you wanted to learn more and do more. You were let go by your alpha in one condition, to finish your degree and return if unmated, but if mated you are able to stay in your partners land

Five years later and you are back to your home, unmated, but with a degree.

Returning to the pack felt different, even your wolf sensed the change. New alpha, your wolf said. She was like your inner thoughts, your sixth sense as well. That is what the feeling around was, there was a new alpha but the vibe was off. T he more you walked around your pack, heading to the main house, the stronger the feeling got.

You didn’t know what you were feeling, it seemed as if you were the only one that felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, your wolf was on alert but didn’t know from what.

While you stood in the middle of the woods, the main house was a couple feet away and the battle ground where we practiced was far out, meaning no one was around at the moment, everyone was training. No one would be able to feel what you feel because they were far, but even then it made no sense to you and about what you felt.

In the moment that you were looking around and trying to locate what you were feeling a loud noise was heard from the main house, where the alpha lived…

Without much thought, you ran towards the house. Your wolf was getting anxious, you both had never felt that way, made you want to scream out because it was driving you crazy. What didn’t help was that the closer you were to the main house the stronger the feelings got. A strong musky odor hit your nose, causing you to stop and to look around. You were inside the house, not remembering when you entered but you were inside and the scent and feeling were strong.

It may not have taken a while to recognize the symptoms but your wolf knew and you could feel her going crazy inside of you.

Mate, mate!

Right, you thought. Our mate, but how and who? You had been here when you were 18, when most of the wolves found their mate, yet you hadn’t so who could it be?

Your head snapped towards the ceiling, a loud crash was heard, as if there was someone upstairs and they were breaking something. The noise made you curious, because the scent was coming from up there as well. Without a second thought you made your way over to the stairs. 

There were three levels to this house, the bottom was mostly for the living room, the library and the kitchen, it was a place most people came to hang out or just to be anywhere but their home. The second floor was rooms and offices, business meetings would be held here and guests would stay on this floor as well. There wasn’t any movement once you hit the second floor but you could still smell the scent and it was stronger— you halted, looking up to the very visible door that was on the third floor. The third floor was prohibited, only one person could be up there, the alpha.

You wanted to step on the first stair that would lead you up but you stopped, looking at the door confused. Last time you remember the alpha had a mate, his luna, so why was there a scent from the alphas room? Only him and any other visitor he allowed to step in the room was allowed, and last time anyone was in his room they got their ass kicked out.

Go to mate. As eager as your wolf was, you knew better than to step on the stairs. You had just returned and had the potential of being kicked out just because you broke one of the rules of the main house was not it.

You turned around and headed towards the steps to go down. You heard more noise coming from upstairs and heard the door open, your eyes widened hoping they didn’t notice that you were near the stairs towards the third floor. A low animalistic growl was heard from behind you and before you even went any further down a hand grabbed your upper arm, causing you to stop from going anywhere.

Your body tensed up, sparks ran up and down your body and you felt the hair in your body stand up, your wolf was silent and you felt a fear that was not alarming but relaxing. Your mate was behind you, the person that you are to spend time with for the rest of your life was behind you, breathing hard. His chest was touching your back and you could feel his face near your neck, taking in your scent.

“Mate?” 

You tensed, you knew that voice, everyone did.

He was your alpha, who had a mate.

You quickly turned around and gasped at his appearance. He had a long beard and untamed hair, he was shirtless and seemed to have been working out more than what he usually did. He was bigger in a good way but he looked like, in other words, like shit.

“Alpha,” you bowed your head in respect, even though your wolf was growling at you for doing so, but you still had no idea what was going on.

“You don’t have to call me that. I’ve been anything but an alpha,” Jensen said. You looked at him, confused because what did he mean by that. He had always been a good alpha, taking care of us, he was probably the best alpha in the north territories. 

“I– I had come to see you, about my return.” He noted, as if remembering, but his eyes quickly changed from green to gold but quickly returned to green.

“By the looks of it, you’re unmated?” a very low growl was heard at the end of the sentence.

His grip on your arm was tighter and while you wanted to have his hand moved away, a part of you wanted it to just stay there. Your eyes roamed his face and body, he looked so different, from the last time you had seen him, he was a different person, he was unrecognizable.

“What happened to you,” you whispered, suddenly feeling sad for him. All these emotions started to appear and you had no idea why, but the wolf in you knew why but you didn’t want to accept just yet.

Your hand was on his cheek, not remembering how it got there. It seemed as if your inner self was controlling some part of you, your wolf wanted control and was doing it little by little. Jensen leaned on your hand and closed his eyes, a small tear falling from the corner of his eye. There was a pang in your heart, you wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay but you didn’t know how anything you did could fix him.

“Jensen?” 

His body shivered, goosebumps ran down his body, his wolf was relaxed and purring; he loved your voice, and saying his name made it even better. 

“She gave me a second chance.” He said, raising his head and looking you in the eyes, his now golden eyes.

“What do you mean? Where's your mate? Your luna?” You looked around trying to see any sign of her. A whimpering noise caught your attention, making you look back at Jensen, his eyes looking sad. 

“We lost her in an attack three years ago. I sort of hid away and let the beta run the pack. I thought I would die soon but somehow I am still alive.” he paused for a second, still staring at you and placed his other hand on your cheek, moving his thumb on your cheek. “She sent me you.  You are my second chance mate and I just want to thank the moon goddess that she gave me another chance. This is rare but yet you are here. Why?”

You didn’t know how to answer. You don’t know why you were chosen, why you were his second chance mate.

Jensen was way older than you for one, he had more knowledge of being a wolf and an alpha, he also had a mate before and you well, you had never even had a boyfriend. You were in your twenties still, fresh out of university and still had no experience in life. So why is the right thing to say right now.

“I don’t know why I am your mate, but I know that you’re mine.” All you could do was enjoy the warmth of his hand on your face, his other hand had moved from your arm to your waist. He was bigger than you and you liked it, you liked that he was not the same person he was a couple years ago but it's also someone who was broken. He was not the person you thought you would spend your life with. You thought that maybe it would be one of the soldiers, a regular omega but instead you got the alpha that had lost his first mate.

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A warm, hard arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, a purring noise coming from his chest. He was happy and relaxed, having you in his arms made him content.

You both had spent the day together, talking and getting to know each other. Both of you had been locked away in his room all day and night in his bed, just holding each other, admiring the moment. Most mates usually mark each other the day they meet but he didn’t want to do that, not yet at least and that was fine by you.

Lips touched the back of your head, moving down your neck, the hand that was at your waist started moving, touching your stomach, your hip and your waist. You couldn’t help but to moan in relaxation, enjoying the feeling of his touch. His lips kissed your shoulder, having moved the shirt he lend you last night off your shoulder. 

“ Mhh, you smell so good, maybe because you are in my shirt but my goddess you just smell delicious.”

You giggled when he moved on top of you, moving you to lay on your back. He was looking down at you, his hair hanging over his forehead. He had trimmed his beard, telling him that you liked some beard on him, not wanting him to go back to how he had it before you left. This was a new chapter for the both of you and making him look different felt like the right thing to do.

“How did I get so lucky to have another chance?”

You shrugged, “we had made a deal about returning if I didn’t have a mate, I think that was the first sign.” He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you. 

You hadn’t had your first kiss but you weren’t afraid of giving it to him, after all he was your mate. Yours. 

You didn’t think things could get any better, the feeling of him, his lips on yours, the sparks roaming your body. Your wolf hadn’t been as happy as she was now and Jensen’s wolf seemed to have resurrected, after all he had lost his first love. The feeling of having had another chance, maybe that they were able to protect you, keep you safe from all the danger in the world.

Both of you didn’t leave the bed, just wanted to spend the time together, Jensen having decided that maybe it was time to take back his role as the alpha, to be there for everyone and not just you. He just wanted to have the day with you before he had to get out there and introduce you as his new mate, but he wasn’t going to do it just yet, he wanted to mark you first and that is what he was planning to do

this is just an introduction to werewolf!jensen, let me know what you thought and maybe I can do more :)

[fandom-hoarder]

there's a gif of j2 that i think is from bts of one of the later seasons, jensen is walking to a building & he's kinda beckoning jared to join him but i can't find it anywhere🥲

I got you, anon! Unfortunately, tumblr still isn't letting me save images, but you can find it near the end of this post (filed under #alpha!jensen)

Oh hey, gif search is actually serving today! Search phrase: alpha jensen ackles--

[impalaimagining]

Feral

Jensen x Reader

2,333 words

Warnings: A/B/O, pwp, smut (18+ only)

Beta:@torn-and-frayed& @snackles87

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The door creaks open, the hinges protesting against the cold, damp weather. He steps in, shoes thudding against the hardwood as he kicks them off and leaves them on the welcome mat.

Inside, the air feels different. Tense. A feeling hanging around his head, encompassing his body like a blanket. As he walks down the hall to your bedroom, at exactly the same time as the sound hits his ears, the scent hits his nose. Your breathing is labored, a whine escaping through parted lips. You’re behind a closed door despite an otherwise empty house. Lost in the desperation, on the verge of your third orgasm in just over an hour, you don’t hear the doorknob turn, don’t hear Jensen’s socked feet pad toward you, barely register the dip in the bed beside you.

And then his lips are on yours, a hungry fire behind his kisses. He’s been gone, filming halfway across the country, but now he’s home. He’s home and he’s with you and your body churns at the thought of him. You feel his hand wrap around your wrist, then slide to your hand. He closes his palm around the outside of your hand, fingers intertwined with yours around the base of the silicone dick you’ve been using in a failed attempt to sate yourself. 

Jensen moves the dildo in and out of you, twisting his wrist and changing the angle as he pumps his arm. His breath is in your ear, warm as it ghosts over your neck. Teeth scrape at your pulse point, and he can feel your heart beating in his mouth. “Fuck.” It’s the first word you’ve heard him speak since he entered the room, and it shoots straight through your body.

You whimper while your hips swivel and swirl under Jensen’s touch. The side of his index finger is wet from where it’s been rhythmically rocking against your core. You tense your thigh muscles and you grind down against the faux cock while your fingers circle your clit. Throwing your head back, you lose yourself in a leg-trembling orgasm.

Still, even as your climax sends convulsions through your lower belly and the apex of your thighs, your body is desperate. Your body is desperate for more, for another orgasm, for Jensen. And he knows it.

“Son of a bitch.” He gravels when you reach for him and pull him into a harsh kiss. As your hands find his clothes and begin tearing at them, his hand splays across your lower back and holds you tight against him, chest to chest. He peers down at you and brings his other hand to cup your jaw and you let out a pathetic half-whine of his name. “I know.” Jensen whispers against your jaw. “I know.” He moves his lips to your forehead and presses a sweet kiss to your hairline. “I knew as soon as I walked through the door.”

You’re in your heat, and apparently the candle you lit in the kitchen did nothing to disguise the scent of it from Jensen. He pulls back and your eyes meet, his pupils blown with desire. His top lip snarls up and you feel the growl radiate through his chest. “Oh fuck.” Your eyes widen as you realize what happened. 

You sent Jensen into his rut. He’s still in his boxer briefs but you can feel the rigid line of his cock straining against the fabric where it’s pressed against your hipbone. There’s a wet spot barely formed but already growing where precum is leaking from his tip.

“You have no fuckin’ idea what you just did to me.” Jensen grunts as he hovers above you.

You nod, because you are well aware of his body reacting to yours. “I…” You’re cut off by his teeth clashing with yours. The desperation you felt is doubled inside of Jensen as he reaches down and palms at his length through his underwear. In the same motion, he hooks his thumb into the waistband and shoves the garment down his thighs. Before you can think, you’re under him, his hips wedged between your thighs.

“The way you smell,” Jensen noses along your jawline, “the way you sound,” he nips the skin just under your ear, “the way you taste.” Jensen’s tongue trails down the side of your neck until he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder. “The way you feel under my fingers, under my tongue, around me…” He pushes his forearm under the small of your back and draws your hips closer to his. “It’s so fucking…” An exasperated groan leaves his lips. You’re clouding his mind, overtaking his every thought. “You’re fucking intoxicating.”

It’s not the first time he’s said it, using exactly that word. You get him buzzed. His eyes glaze over, his head starts to spin. You’re his one-too-many at a dive bar. He knows he should stop, but he never does.

You arch your back up into him, the roll of your body pulling him back to reality. Jensen’s lips are everywhere all at once. He’s surrounding you, pinning you down with his hips. Your head tips back, leaning to the right and exposing your sensitive neck to him. Jensen takes his cue and attaches his lips to your pulse, sucking and nipping at your skin. You moan his name, setting a new fire within him.

It takes everything he has, but Jensen pulls himself away from you. He looks down at you, and you meet his gaze. Then Jensen’s eyes move down your body to where your pelvis is connected to his. His eyes find yours again, and you give him a solid, singular nod.

“Out loud.” He coerces. 

“Please, Jensen.” You nod again, but it’s not the answer he wants. “I want this, Jensen.” You swallow thickly. “I want you.”

Something snaps inside of him, the flip of his control switch, and it’s like he’s gone rabid. He grabs your hips with hands that forever have you confused. They’re rough, but soft to the touch. Calloused and worn, but gentle. And they fit perfect over your hip bones. His fingertips bruise your flesh as Jensen continues to restrain himself - barely. He pulls his hips back and lines himself up as your thighs fall farther apart. 

Slowly, but in one swift motion, Jensen pushes his length inside of you. Despite the warm-up you’ve had in your alone time, Jensen stretches you. He’s long, but he’s also thick, and the feeling of him pushing you to your limit is delicious. As soon as he’s fully sheathed, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you’re ready to scream.

You need him.

Jensen thrusts, slowly at first, but then his pace builds. He becomes erratic, and you’re growing frantic. Your head thrashes from side to side while your nails dig into his shoulders, his triceps, down his sides and back. You can feel his muscles moving under your fingertips.

“Close.” He manages through gritted teeth.

“Please.” You’re shameless, unabashedly begging him to slam into you harder, faster, deeper. And he’s happy to oblige. The sound of Jensen’s skin slapping against the inside of your thighs echoes around the room. You cry out wildly, stretching up and digging your teeth into Jensen’s bicep to keep yourself quiet. He reaches up and twists his fingers into your hair, jerking your head backwards so you’re looking up at him.

“Y’ready?” He grunts low in your ear, and you nod quickly.

“Please.” You roll your hips to match his thrusts, his rhythm gone, lost to his desperation. He forces the full weight of his body down into you, and with one final thrust, he swells and locks himself inside of you. You gasp and let out a muffled scream into the crook of Jensen’s neck as the two of you ride out your highs. 

After a few long minutes, Jensen’s chest heaves with labored breaths as he falls beside you. You’re left writhing on the sheets, whining at the loss of him inside of you. Jensen’s fingers trail lightly over your stomach, your muscles fluttering under his touch as you smile. 

“I love you.” You exhale, voice still shaky. “I,” you chuckle, shaking your head, “have been waiting all day for that.”

“I know you have.” He smirks, then clears his throat. “I’m gonna go grab a drink.” Jensen throws his legs over the edge of the bed and makes his way to the kitchen. You lay in bed until you hear the refrigerator door squeak open. Then you swing your legs off the side of the bed, find his discarded Henley, and pad toward Jensen.

You step into the kitchen and stand behind him at the island in the center of the room. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean your head against his back between his shoulder blades. Jensen hums as you press a kiss to his freckled skin, dragging your lips across his muscles. He drops his head and closes his eyes, a small groan catching in the back of his throat.

“Hmm?” The sound leaves your lips and vibrates off of Jensen’s back. He turns around and grabs you around the waist. Jensen spins the two of you so your back is pressed against the edge of the countertop. You reach up and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to you for a kiss.

“Again.” He mutters against your lips, and you bite his bottom lip as you nod your agreement. Jensen spins you around and lifts the hem of his shirt from your left hip. You reach down and fully discard the garment, crossing your arms across your chest and ripping it up over your head before tossing it onto the floor. Jensen’s lips instantly find your shoulder, his chest pressed against your back. As Jensen’s kisses flutter across your shoulder blade, the scruff on his face scratches at your skin. He scrapes his teeth along the ball of your shoulder and grabs a handful of your ass. 

Instinctively, you bend over, pulling yourself away from his mouth. His fingers trace the line of your spine, sending goosebumps crawling across your skin and a shiver through your body. Within a second, his gentleness is gone, replaced by wild desire. His hand wraps around your hair and yanks your head backwards while the other hand is firmly planted around your hip. You feel the prodding of his cock against your entrance.

Jensen slides into you, your body ready and waiting for him, drawing him in deeper. You clench around him as the front of his thighs meet the globes of your ass. He’s seated fully inside of you, but it’s not enough; you both need more.

Jensen draws back and begins his methodical movement. Your chest is pressed against the countertops, your nipples hard against the cold granite. You reach down and grip the edges as Jensen’s thrusts grow harder, slamming into you. He’s relentless, his hips slapping against your ass. You feel the warmth pooling between your legs, creeping down your thighs and into your feet.

Releasing the countertop, one of your hands travels to the apex of your thighs and you trace circles over your clit. Jensen tugs on your hair, still wrapped tightly in his fist. He continues rutting into you until your knees buckle and a wave of pleasure rocks through you. Jensen catches you when your legs give out, picking you up and sitting you on the countertop. He fucks into you again without hesitation. 

Wrapping your legs around Jensen’s hips, you urge him deeper into you, let him find the pace and angle that gives him the most pleasure. You lean back as Jensen looks down, watching his dick slide in and out of you. The sight of your bodies connected sends him careening toward the edge. As he pistons his hips recklessly, you lunge forward and wrap your arms around his neck, attaching your lips to his. The two of you kiss until you’re breathless, panting as he desperately clings to what’s left of his stamina.

Jensen feels the base of his cock swelling, and he knows you need him to knot you as badly as he needs to do it. He leans his forehead on your collarbone and grips your thigh as he empties himself into you. You gasp and cry out as he fills you, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline. He breathes deeply, bringing himself down until he can slowly back out of you.

“Shower.” Jensen huffs, and you giggle and nod, sliding off the counter and taking Jensen’s hand as he guides you into the bathroom. He turns the water on and lets it warm up as your eyes linger on him. Once steam is filling the room, Jensen steps back and ushers you into the shower before stepping in behind you and closing the door.

As water cascades down Jensen’s back, you watch him with eyes filled with adoration. You find every freckle on his tanned skin, counting them like you haven’t done it hundreds of times already. He runs his fingers back through his hair and you smile at him when he turns around to face you. As your lips curl upward, Jensen’s eyes open and meet yours, then fall to your mouth. Within seconds, he’s backing you against the wall and cupping your jaw in his hands.

His lips mold with yours, slotting perfectly together before he pulls away and pulls at your lower lip with the pad of his thumb. He exposes your bottom teeth before his thumb breeches your barely parted lips. Jensen looks down at you as he tilts your head up to meet his stare, and you can see his eyes darken when you seal your lips around his finger.

All you need is Jensen. Your Alpha. And now that you finally have him, you feel at peace - sated, even. But he isn’t. Jensen is just getting started.

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Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 2161

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, outdated beliefs, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy, subgender inequality

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

Square filled: Non-traditional Alpha Traits @spnabobingo Maid Au @spnaubingo

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events altered to fit story.

A/N III: thank you to everyone for hanging in there since it’s taken me ages to drop a new character, I’ve been doing rewrites/updating on all my series, more to come in future.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway​​​​​​

*images found online

Part IV

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“DON'T YA’ BE YELLING AT ME, MR. MAN, EVEN IF THIS IS YOUR FUCKING HOUSE…”

“I gotta go,” tossing his phone on the bedside table, Jared, wearing his blessed socks, runs across the main room and slides on the hardwood floor into the kitchen and saw his husband standing three feet from Quinn as she’s vigorously gesturing with a paring knife while telling him off in her colorful language.

“Put the knife down!” The older Alpha’s voice resonates through the room, making Jared flinch, feeling the command’s power, watching Quinn set it on the counter and Jensen reach over, sliding it towards him.

She stood a bit longer before blinking in confusion, and then her demeanor shifted to madder than a wet hen, her natural lower voice dropped another octave, and the lilt became very pronounced. “Don’t ya’ ever use that fucking voice on me again!” 

“You were threatening me with a knife!” Jensen picks up the item, making her laugh, “Holy fucking shit, are ya’ serious? Ya’ could barely use it for a toothpick, let alone...” 

Jared stood there, mouth hanging open, have’n seen others take on his mate, wrongfully assuming he’d be the easier of the two to intimidate, but when let off its leash, Jensen's wolf made Dean Winchester look like a pussy cat.

“JARED!”

The younger Alpha's mouth snapped shut, “sorry, what?”

“I asked you what the surrogate is doing here?”

“The surrogate has a name.” 

 “What is Quinn doing here?”

 “So..uh..okay,” Jared slowly starts around the island doing his sometimes awkward, hesitant thing.  “A few days ago, I got a call from this number I didn’t recognize. It was about the ultrasound appointment scheduled while you were in LA.” 

He paused to see if Jensen remembered, and yep, his mate was wearing his get to the fucking point expression.

“They informed me she’d canceled it because she was leaving town.” 

Jensen's attention returned to the O, ”Don’t fucking start on me again, Ackles!”

“You know who I am?” 

“Duh, Sherlock!” 

Jensen would later try to justify it was jet lag and surprise finding their surrogate in their home, not her smart-ass mouth, for snarling at her.

“Och, save it for the cameras, drama queen. Ya’ put pants on just like the rest of us; the only difference is yours have designer labels.”

Jared interrupted the speeding downhill faster than an Olympic bobsledder situation, “I remembered her saying something about managing Mulroney’s Bookstore, so I called Clif to see if he’d get her to contact me and calls back saying some Alpha...” 

“...who’s a flaming jackass!”

“Yeah, that’s what Clif called him. Anyways, he claimed to be the manager and had no idea where she was when another employee said they knew where she was living...”

“... that’s when ya’ boy shows up..”

“…I explained about the mixup...”

“…Padalecki followed me to my room to get the new date, then he caused a scene...”

“...I couldn’t help my wolf freaking out at where my..our pups were living...”

“…told ya’ it was there or the I-35 underpass!”

Jared bristled at the reminder, “The door had three locks, a barely functional heater, and a broken fridge. Cockroaches wouldn’t even live there!”

Quinn raises onto the balls of her feet and loudly reminds him about putting her in the shitter with the manager and getting fired when Jared shouts back in his booming voice, “there was a guy by the ice machine offering to sell me heroin!!”

“ENOUGH!” Jensen's Alpha voice echoes throughout the kitchen, quieting them both.

“She’s right,” Jared opened his mouth to retort, but Jensen countered with, “And so are you. Quinn, couldn’t your family help,” the Alphas wrinkled their noses at her souring scent, so he attempted another approach. 

“I want to clear something up. I recall one of the stipulations for surrogates is that they reside in an appropriate domicile. Why were you living in a motel? Could you tell us what happened?”

“The flaming jackass tipped off the landlord I’m an O, and that fucker evicted me even though I never caused any problem or was late with rent.”

“There is a moratorium on evictions..”

“..that moratorium is a fucking joke!”  

“What a minute,” Jensen said, and at the same time, Jared remarked, “It protects people...”

“Newsflash, Mr. Wizard, was created by and for the protection of Alphas and Betas! Take a hot minute to read the fine print, and you’ll find loopholes granting landlords, to quote, discretionary privileges pertaining to the eviction of those designated with the sub-gender Omega. In other words, they can boot O’s for any damn reason!” She gave the Alphas a hard stare, “So, enlighten me as to why y’all didn’t know a fucking thing about that bit?”

The kitchen got quiet as the Alphas glanced at each other, trying to find a non-assholey-sounding response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought; since it’s well known you two prefer Betas.” Quinn addressed the older Alpha.

“Padalecki and I have an arrangement. I keep the house and do meals in exchange for temporary boarding. No need to fret that pretty head of yours, Ackles; I’ll do me damnedest to stay outta the way."

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December 23rd                                                                                                   Late Afternoon

Quinn heard Jensen’s surprised greeting covering the stewpot of goulash, slid it into the oven to stay warm, and peeked around the wall and saw him in the foyer hugging a small, older O, then a tall, bald Alpha carrying several bags crossed over to them.

“Let me help you with those, sir,” she offered, taking them couldn’t help but overhear his not-subtle sniff, “Jensen, who’s this?”

“Umm,” Jensen scratched the back of his neck, fumbling for a response, “this is the housekeeper, Quinn.”  His mother-in-law peered inquisitively at the tall Omega before asking, “What happened to your boys' service?”

“I worked for it.”

Gerald Padalecki dubiously eyed the O up and down as she continued. “They pared down the staff, and Jared offered to retain me in exchange for lodging...”

“You live with them?” Gerald barked, “Jensen, that’s unwise considering...”

“Considering what Gerry,” his mate sharply asks, “the boys wouldn’t let someone stay they couldn’t trust.”

 “I normally wouldn’t question their judgment, but she's an unmated O.”

“Whoa,’ Jensen jumped in, “are you suggesting that Jared or I...” 

“Mama..daddy..what’re y’all doing here?” Jared couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice, wrapping his long arms around his mother, “thought you were coming tomorrow.” 

“We decided to surprise you but got it instead.” Gerald’s gruff reply made Jared throw his husband a confused look, catching a whiff of his dad and Jensen, “What’s going on?”

“I bet y’all would like to freshen up after your trip.” Quinn blurted out, “Jensen, would you help me with their luggage, please.”

Taking the car keys, he follows her out the door, remarking, “you think fast, coming up with that story.”

“Ya’ were about to lose ya' shit on your father-in-law, and I didn’t precisely fib, just moved a few facts around,” Quinn shoots back, grabbing a bag while Jensen, fuming, retrieves the other, following her to the guest house.

How could the Alpha he considered his father even think, after everything they’d been through, found his dark thoughts distracted by two simultaneous acts; a deflating blow-up bed and his bewildered husband storming in shouting, “What the fuck was that?”

Jensen ticked his head towards the O and made the finger-in-hole gesture.

 “I’ve gotten that shit since I presented,” the pair look towards Quinn with confused expressions. “Loads of Alphas still carry antiquated beliefs about unmated O’s, and I’m…pick an adjective to fill in the blank.”

“So much for a peaceful holiday,” Jensen grumbled.

“Yeah, too bad ya’ boy stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, right?” Quinn's tone was caustic. “I don’t want to be a bone of contention with ya' family. I’ll figure somewhere else to stay.”

Jared’s wolf simmers under his skin, “How? You have $636.96 in your account. That won’t cover a security deposit, let alone fir..” 

“How the fuck ya’ know what’s in my account?!”

“Your laptop was open...”

“...and ya’ snooped...”

“...I happened to see it...”

“...still not your fucking problem...”

“...you’re carrying my..our pups, that makes it my fucking..”

“...ya’ are the most unfucking...”

“I’m tired of y’alls motherfucking bitching, so shut the fuck up!!” 

Jensen wrinkles his nose, “Dude, dial it down; you’re stinking up the joint! And Quinn, Jared screwed up...”

“I never asked...”

“...doesn’t matter! He's trying to make amends, for fuck sake!” Jensen felt the vein in his left temple throbbing again.

“There will be many people dropping in or staying with us this fucking week, and this is how we’re all going to handle our situation.”

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January 15th

“Humph,” Jensen jerked awake, slapping a hand around, and found his phone before cracking an eye open.

7:18 A.M.

Groaning, he dropped face-first into his pillow and wrestled his mates over his head to muffle the noise, but the pearls of his pup's laughter signaled he wouldn’t sleep much longer.

His fuzzy brain's insistence that coffee was more imperative than a shower has Jensen sleepily shuffling around the oversized couches, once again grateful they’d decided to move their bedroom to the main floor, spots the group in the kitchen muttered too damn early.

“That’s a bad word, Daddy,” JJ says, her frown a replica of his, “you owe the swear jar.”

“Your right, Birdie, sorry,” dropping a kiss on top of her and the twins' heads, stepping around them, pouring himself a mug, “remind me to pay it later.” 

Hopping up on the counter, Jensen sips his coffee, savoring the black elixir rolling over his taste buds; he feels the caffeine penetrate his system, working its magic to turn his morning grumpyass into a civilized human watching his brood.

JJ and Arrow are busily festooning Quinn’s long, wonky braided hair with ribbons. Zeppelin and Icarus are sitting on the O’s lap, watching something on his iPad that's precariously balanced against her feet; felt his wolf purr in contentment, starting him when his mate materializes and gives him an odd look.

“Alright, y’all,” hopping off the counter, Jensen scoops up his son and flies him around, making airplane sounds, “Uncle Jeff and Aunt H/W/N will be here soon. What do all of you need to do before going?”

“Brush teeth and hair,” Arrow says, then looks at JJ, “grab our snacks from the fridge,” she reminds her, “and put them into our backpacks.” 

“And do bath break!” Zep giggles as Jensen hands the pup to his mate and quietly says, “I wanna discuss something with Quinn.”

Jared reaches through their bond and finds a placidity in Jensen he hasn’t had for so long, but before he can deduce the causation, he gets distracted by the twins' squeals and escorts the pups upstairs. 

Quinn eyes the older Alpha while securing a hair tie around her long braids, “what the fuck I do this time, Ackles?”

“Jared mentioned something about your leaving..”

“...I know ya' expected me gone before now...”

 “...ya’ know what I expect?” Jensen snaps, mimicking her subtle accent, “I expect you to stop interrupting and let me get something out for fucking once! Now, could we please discuss this without fighting?”

Sitting at the dining room table, she says nothing, watching Jensen refill his coffee, grab another mug, and drops in a spoon of honey before pouring the brewed tea from the kettle, “Ya’ know how I take me tea?”

“I’m not a completely unobservant asshole,” Jensen self-deprecates, “you make a damn good cup of coffee,” he said, carrying both mugs over. “And I’m astonished how you balance everything, working at Emmer and Rye while keeping up with our hectic schedules. And what did you do to Jared?” Quinn looked confused, “you got him to put his wet clothes in the laundry instead of leaving them all over the bath. You’re either a witch or a goddamn miracle worker!”

“I gave him two options. Leave’um in the laundry or find itching powder in his clothing.”

“He’d just borrow my stuff...”

“...he did, once.” 

“So, you?

“Clif said ya’ boy spent the day denying it was jock itch.” 

Jensen was still laughing when the quartet came back downstairs, so Quinn placed both forearms on the table, leaning forward, and spoke softly, “okay, Ackles, the fucks going on with this little tête-à-tête? Cause ya’ been freaked the fuck out the entire time, so,” nodding to her mug, “What’s with the buttering up?”

“It’s about not leaving...”

“Quinns not gonna leave?” Jensen whipped around to find Arrow bouncing excitedly beside him, then she suddenly raced towards the front door, yelling, “Papa Jared, Daddy’s got Quinn to stay with us!”  

Jared stood there scrutinizing the seated duo with an indecipherable expression.

“Looks like ya’ the one dropping me in the shitter this time, Ackles.”

tbc

Part V

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