Summary: She loved him and she watched him go. In a fit of sorrow, she threw herself in the arms of a stranger, not expecting to land herself in the current situation.
Word Count: 2268
Warnings: None
A/N: Thank you for your love thus far and thank you for taking your time to read this series!
PART 1
The breakfast was awkward for the female as she watched her sister and Sam intimately conversing with each other. What distracted her even more was the fact that Dean, her new brother, was brushing his foot against hers constantly. It caused her cheeks to bleed red, to which she tried to hide with her palm.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?” Her eyes trailed over to Sam who seemed concerned by her growing red cheeks.
“Your face is flushed. Are you feeling sick?”
The red on her cheeks grew darker, “No, no! I’m fine. Perfect. Don’t you think it’s hot in here?”
“Must be your imagination. It’s pretty cold in here,” Dean chuckled darkly.
“I hope you aren’t sick,” her sister worried, a frown apparent on her face. “Her colds last forever.”
“Yes, I’m fully aware of that.” Sam smiled at Y/N, “Since we’re all finished eating, I’ll go pay so you can go sleep off that cold.”
She nodded, glancing away from the man as her blush stained her whole face. Inwardly, she was celebrating the fact he remembered a minisicule detail about her that she told him during their rendezvous at the cafe. It meant that he hadn’t forgotten about their time spent together years ago.
The giddy smile that broke on her face didn’t go unnoticed by the older Winchester as he fiercely glared at her with a disgusted look. She didn’t pay attention to him, keeping her gaze on her empty plate, waiting for her blush to die down.
“You guys go on ahead. We’ll meet up by the entrance,” her sister stated as she shooed them off. The two nodded and traveled outside.
Standing ten feet apart from each other, there was an awkward tension between them, but for different reasons unbeknownst to the both of them. Y/N, hoewever, wanted to get to the bottom of things.
“What the hell are you plotting?”
Dean’s eyebrow quirked up, “Excuse me?”
“What are you trying to do? You think it’s funny to embarrass me in front of your brother?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re ruining yourself on your own accord.”
“I know my feelings are none of your concern. Frankly, I could care less about you too, but for the sake of our siblings, we should try to make this work.”
“You don’t care for your sister. This is about you pleasing my brother.”
“...What?” She was beyond stunned by his words, rendering her speechless.
“It’s written all over your face. The only thing you care about is being a Winchester and getting down my brother’s pants, which is why you feel bitter by the fact your sister married my brother.”
“Well shit, you have me all figured out,” she snapped, sarcasm heavy in her words.
“I want to be a Winchester so bad, I’m pissing off the younger one!”
“You’re probably finding some excuse to whine to my brother to steal him away from your sister.”
The hand that connected with his cheek was as loud as a clap and everything around them fell silent. “You’re disgusting.”
His cold gaze locked with her hurt ones, causing his lips to press together in a tight line. He didn’t expect that reaction from her.
“Y/N, Sam wanted to ask you for a favor before you -Oh! What happened here?”
Her eyes averted away from her sister, “I’m leaving. Just drop me a text of what you need and I’ll do it.” Her voice wavered, and she quickly stalked away to the parking lot, leaving her sister in a confused state.
“Dean, your cheek is red. Did Y/N do something?”
Dean directed his attention to his sister-in-law and shrugged, “Don’t worry about it.”
Right on cue, Sam returned from paying the bill, his eyes instantly went straight to the hand-print mark on his brother’s cheek, “I suppose you finally got to know Y/N then.”
Dean exhaled loudly. He didn’t think he would meet such a troublesome girl, let alone, a messed up one like her. But the power behind her slap really peaked his interest.
“I don’t think I read the text right, but you want me to what?” Y/N asked her sister on the phone. She paced around the living room of her medium-sized apartment, dressed in an oversized shirt and elephant printed socks as part of her sleepwear.
“Please show Dean around the city, and where his office will be.”
Y/N grabbed and threw her purse several times onto the counter in anger, then stalking to her refrigerator to look at her calendar. She clicked her tongue at her availability, granted it was her day off from work. “Can’t Sam--”
“We’re family now, so we need the both of you to get along.”
We get along quite well in bed just so you know, she mentally said. Outside the bedroom? Not so much.
“Shouldn’t you take him? He is more of your brother-in-law than he is mine.”
“Y/N, it’s important to me that you get along with Dean. I’m happy you are friends with my husband, it really is great, but I need you to at least be on better terms with Dean.”
A sigh tore through her throat as she rubbed her temple with her free hand. There was still an ongoing debate in her head, but the gnawing feeling of hurt triumphed over her mind.
‘Her husband,’
Thos two words sliced her deeper than what the idiot older brother said.
“I understand Dean can be difficult. He’s just awfully protective of his younger brother, so having another person in their circle makes him more hostile,” her sister explained. “I’m not going to ask what happened between the both of you earlier today--”
“Okay, okay. Fine,” she groaned. “I’ll show him around.”
There was a sigh of relief from the other end. “Thank you, Y/N. I knew I can count on you!”
Glancing at her watch, she huffed in annoyance as the seconds ticked away. It was already past 10 in the morning and far too early for her to be up on her day off.
Unfortunately for her, Dean was still a no-show which further irritated the female. Being an event planner, it was all about promptness, molding this pet-peeve of tardiness in her.
“Jerk,” she muttered under her breath as the hand landed on the 6. “10.30, and he--”
“Is here,” a familiar voice interrupted. Startled, she whipped her head to the side to see Dean smirking at her.
Wearing a black tshirt that clung onto his body nicely, a red plaid flannel over it, and dark blue jeans. This man was too handsome. He had the kind of face that stops you in your tracks. I guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person’s natural expression when they looked his way.
“I’m doing you a favor, and you’re late.”
The plastic bag he held onto was ushered into her hands, “I was told you like this.”
She sent him a suspicious glance, but the way he crossed his arms meant that he was unhappy about something. She pulled the bag open and peeked inside.
“I do like this type of snacks, but why are you giving me this”
He didn’t want to say anything, but her persistent silence refused to let it go.
“I was harsh on you last Monday.”
He wasn’t going to apologize, that much she was sure of. If she demanded an apology, she felt he would create another war between them both, which would undo the thoughtfulness of the present him. Plus, all she wanted to do was please her sister and Sam.
“Thanks for this,” she mumbled.
He shrugged, “Let’s get this over with.”
Shaking her head softly, Y/N guided Dean away from the plaza and into the subway. When they arrived at their destination, she pointed at one of the tallest buildings in the city, citing that this was his building. She refused to enter with him while he inspect his office and speak to the man he was taking over for.
It took less than an hour for him to return, all the while she waited patiently at a nearby fast food restaurant.
“Typical,” Dean muttered as he joined her in an isolated booth. He faced her with a scowl, arms crossed as he eased into the comfort of his seat.
“You didn’t enjoy your time with your boss?” the female hummed as she took a sip of her beverage. The remnants of her lunch were scattered around the table, evidence that she had eaten without him.
“You enjoyed your lonesome lunch?” he roterted.
Her eyebrows twitched, though she noticed his discomfort. “You must he angry that I ate a delicious burger while you had to endure with those business people.”
“For starters, that man is not my boss,” he corrected her, his hands reaching over to grab a fry, throwing it in his mouth.
“Secondly, I think you make a bad tour guide. You failed to feed me. No wonder your event company is so low-leveled. It has incompetent employees bringing it down.”
“Oh sure, go ahead, make fun of my job too. There’s a lot about me that can’t match up to the Winchester’s name, that I agree, but at least I have the decency to shut my mouth when I’ve crossed the line,” she replied acidly as she referred to what happened last week.
He remained silent, analyzing her angered expression.
“So you’re a person who owns three cats and loves her job.”
“...Is that an insult?” She cracked a smile, “That has to be the dumbest thing I’ve heard you say.”
“You’re laughing now?” He scoffed.
She attempted to stifle her laughter, but his words replayed in her mind.
“Cats? Freaking Cats? Here you were, insulting my family and me, and then pull that lame insult out of your ass? It’s hilarious!”
Her laughing was contagious, even to Dean. His narrowed eyes softened up as a small smile formed on his lips. “You’re weird. I bet you don’t have any friends.”
“And you’re very childish, also an asshole. You probably only have enemies,” she stated between giggles. “But at least I’m the best at my job.”
“Yeah right,” he chuckled as he glanced away. There was amoment of silence as Dean pondered over her statement.
“Hey, wanna test it out?”
“Test what?”
“How good you are at your job.”
Her eyebrows rose with interest. “Go on, I’m listenng.”
“The Winchester firm is celebrating the retirement of the man I’m taking over. I’ll recommend you to be the event planner. If you don’t fail, they’ll probably hire you as a permanent planner.”
“That sounds like the perfect challenge.”
“If you fail, which I’m 99% sure about, you’ll be left in the streets for sure and the Winchester family will ruin you.”
“...My brother is an asshole.”
“I’m not your brother.”
Their eyes met, and she could feel his heated state burning through her. The sexual tension proved they couldn’t consider each other as siblings even if their own siblings married each other. Not even that marriage could hold back the connection these two owned.
“It’s a deal then.”
His smirk grew, plagued with his permanent cockiness. However, she was ready to prove him wrong.
The next few days, Y/N anxiously waited any phone call from the Winchester company regarding her employment. She was completely wrapped up with the challenge that Dean proposed, she hadn’t noticed how large scale the party proved to be; she hadn’t realized that Dean’s position was so far up in the company ladder that they could in fact ruin her.
She only found out an hour upon her return from the excursion, googling the name of the retiring man. Apparently, he was third in command, and for Dean’s young age of 25, it was a huge accomplishment for him to be presiding over that job.
He wasn’t lying when he warned her how the Winchester company would ruin her if she happened to fail.
“Y/N, can you come to my office?” her bass called, gaining the attention of all the employees on the floor. The middle-aged woman signaled her over with two fingers with a stern gaze.
“We need to talk.”
That’s never a good sign.
Her heart sped up as she fumbled out of her work space, her feet hastily traveling towards the grand office her boss occupied.
“Y-yes?” She quietly closed the door behind her and sat in the chair across her boss’ table.
“I don’t know what, why or how, but we are going to be the event planners for an event hosted by the Winchesters.” Her eyebrows rose, intuitively guessing it was she that arranged this.
The marriage between her sister and Sam was no secret in the business world as it caught quite the attention; a no-name engineer marrying the soon to be CEO of Winchester Enterprise? Yeah, that was an eye-catcher.
“That’s great!”
“You definitely had something to do with this since they asked for you to be the head planner.”
“W-what?” Now that came as a shock to her.
She had expected Dean to request a more experienced person to be in charge, but it was apparent that he was taking this challenge far too seriously.
“I know you are more than capable, but you have never done an event this large scaled. This is an important company we want to impress, so I expect no mistakes. Do I make myself clear, Y/N?”
“I won’t let you down!” Y/N replied determinedly.
Challenge accepted, Dean Winchester.
Tag beans: @bradygabrielle-blog @lilypalmer1987 @formulafun @ihavesympathyforthedevil @thebikiniinspector @spnwoman
Pairing: Jensen x Reader, A tiny hint of Jared x Reader
Word Count: 2695
Summary: You’ve always been a good girl. You did as you were told. But how did you end up as the other woman?
A/N: 2 chapters in a week? Unbelievable! Hooooooo boy. I can’t believe how much love this series is receiving.As always, thank you for your patience and your feedbacks are always loved.
MASTERLIST
Megan Padalecki was not at all how you would have pictured Jared’s little sister. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t what came bursting forth your front door. Charlie was immediately up from her seat on the sofa situated in front of the fireplace. She had been reading but the sudden intrusion into your house was enough to have her flying across the room.
“You ought to check if your front door is locked next time,” Charlie muttered under her breath.
“Ah, Jared, you can just put all my stuff over, uh… hm, let’s seeeeeeeee, yeah! That table right there!” A perky brunette pointed over to the bare dining table. You had been sitting across from your sister, picking at the fabric of the couch. Your eyes roamed over to the petite girl who was now bossing around the older Padalecki who looked apologetic. He was carrying totes of things, left and right arms full of things you were afraid to ask about and he promptly set them down by the table.
Charlie, alert and standing defensively between you and the new arrivals, questioned, “Padalecki? What are you doing?”
Jared put a hand at the back of his head, a shaky smile gracing his features, “I’m sorry, my little sister can be kind of…intrusive.”
Charlie didn’t let her guard down all the way, but relaxed her posture. A hand shoved him out of the way and the younger Padalecki stuck out her hand, a toothy smile on her face, “I’m Megan Padalecki! I’m so grateful for an opportunity like this, you really have no-”
“Megan!”
“Sorry!”
You stood up, fully intending to get a better view of his younger sibling. A smile graced your lips when you realized she was probably no older than you and that maybe she would have the same kind of attitude towards you like Jared had. Her brown almost green eyes landed on you the instant you came near and her waist bent at 90 degree angle so quickly, you weren’t sure she was okay.
You just held out your hands and nervously provided, “You-you don’t have to bow! I’m no royalty!”
She slowly came back up, pink dusting her cheeks, “Sorry! I just- Jared told me about the whole dress ordeal and I was just so happy that the legendary Y/N Ackles would even think about asking me! I’m just an ameteur and I’m not a big designer and-”
“Megan!”
“I’m sorry! I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”
“You talk a lot even when you’re not,” Jared interjected and Megan shot him a glare. He turned, whistling a tune of nonchalance. Charlie snickered into her hand.
You smiled at the scene. You hadn’t smiled that genuinely since your time shooting cans with Jared and Misha and it felt good to stretch those muscles again.
Megan turned back, a bright smile plastered from ear to ear. “I am Megan Padalecki, Mrs. Ackles. Wait, I think I’ve said that already, huh?”
“Just Y/N is fine. This is Charlie, she is my-”
“Sister, pleasure. Just ignore me,” Charlie said suddenly and you cleared your throat.
“Uh, yeah, I’m really glad you could come so fast. I had a problem with my original designer. She, um, I didn’t agree with some of her suggestions.”
“Big brother here told me all about it, Y/N. Don’t worry, I think you’re awesome. I mean, I don’t know you well, but from what Jared has told me, you’re just as nice as Danne-”
“Megan!”
“I was just telling her what you told me!” She turned her head away from you to narrow her eyes at Jared. He shook his head in disbelief, more than likely wondering why he opened his mouth about Megan in the first place.
The small brunette hopped over to the totes and began prying the lid of the first bin in front of her. Through the clear plastic, you could make out colorful cloth and other miscellaneous items that of which you couldn’t make out.
You only hoped this would turn out much kinder than your time at the boutique. Megan pulled out dress after dress, once neatly folded now being tossed on the table. She kept digging and prying out colourful pieces of cloth and humming to herself, all the while Jared shook his head.
He took a moment to fully turn to you with an apologetic and almost defeated look upon his face. You weren’t sure what to make of the expression. He spoke with a firmer conviction than the emotion plastered onto his gruff features, “Megan doesn’t mean any harm, Y/N. If she does offend you, you have my permission to scold her.”
You gave a nervous chuckle, tilting your head to the right slightly, “I’m sure that won’t be an issue.”
“Thank you,” he said, softer. You looked and the mossy green in his eyes shone with genuine gratitude. “This… really means alot to her.”
Megan exclaimed suddenly, spinning back around with a dress in her hand and a pencil behind her left ear. She held up the fabric and then peeked above it. Her grin stretched from one ear to the other and she giggled out, “This! This one! This one will be perfect for you! You have to try it on!”
“Right now?” You asked, stunned. The gown was eye catching, simple but beautiful with the intricate embroidery extending from the waist down.
Megan’s gaze flickered to her older brother, “Right! Jared! It’s girls time now! Help me carry the boxes into the room!” She threw the gown over her arm before walking over to pull you towards the spare room.
Following his sister’s request, Jared carried the items into the room and was then pushed out of the room by Megan.
Charlie had flung herself into the lounge chair in the room. Megan scurried over and held the gown to you, “Oh! This will be perfect. You don’t mind, do you, Mrs. Ackles?”
You shook your head no, “Really, I really prefer if you dropped the whole Mrs. Ackles part. It’s always been awkward, especially since I don’t think we’re that far apart in age.”
She blinked, taking a moment. “Right. Sorry, I’ll try to be less formal. I’m just nervous, I mean, this is my first time designing a dress for someone so important. Oh! I swear I’m not horrible! It’s just I’m still starting out, but I’m not a bad designer… at least I don’t think so…”
You placed your hands over hers before saying, “I’m sure anything you come up with will be better than the designer before you. I can probably guarantee it.” You tried to be a little less ominously vague but it didn’t work.
The younger Padalecki titled her head to the side, “Well, at least now I can rub it in Jensen’s face later, yeah? That reminds me, he’s almost as annoying as Jared, ya know? I’m sure you do, you guys are married! I’m an idiot!” She scrunched her eyes as if she was embarrassed for even forgetting.
You tensed a little.
Right.
They were Jensen’s friends.
You cleared your throat, “Um, yeah, Jensen and I don’t really… talk much.”
Megan’s eyes went wide, “Oh! I, I didn’t…”
“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”
Her cheery expression shifted into one a bit more thoughtful. “He’s not a bad guy. He’s a little upset. I swear if he doesn’t come around sooner, I’ll just whack him in the head and tell him not to be a dick!”
Her hand clapped over her mouth fast as lightning. Her hazel green eyes wide as saucers and then the apologies came spewing ut through the cracks in her fingers and she pulled her palm away.
Charlie let out a loud laugh, her hand hitting the lounge chair repeatedly with tears forming in her eyes. You laughed at the petite girl’s words, “I mean, you’re not wrong.”
Her lips curled into a devilish smile as she let out a relieved chuckle.
Megan had you try on a dress - one in similar design, but one she had already designed before, something to give you an idea of what to expect. It was light and airy, the fabric danced in the air when you twirled, it cut off before your ankles and flared out at the hip. You would have been content on wearing this dress, but Megan was hell-bent on providing you something no one else had worn before. The neckline was modest without sacrificing how it complimented the wearer’s figure. Charlie had even walked over to better examine the dress, helping make sure the back clasp was secure in the back.
You asked, suddenly, “Did you design this by hand?”
“Y-yes. It was for my friend;s garden party last spring. You have really nice shoulder, I might consider making it off shoulder for yours,” Megan mumbled to herself before adding a few sketching lines to her sketchbook.
“It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see how mine will turn out,” you smiled, spinning in front of the mirror, testing out a few poses, something Megan hadn’t expected you to do as she sat mouth a lit agape. You stopped and apologized, cheeks red from embarrassment.
She shook her head, “No, no! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t think you would be this… nice? That was rude, I’m sorry, i mean-”
“It’s fine, I get it.”
“No, it’s just you don’t seem as high strung as everyone thinks you are. Jared would sometimes talk about you when he would meet you during events. He told me you didn’t talk much. I just thought he meant you were stone cold stoic, but now that I’ve met you, I admit I was wrong.”
You sighed and let your body relax. “Truth be told, I was nervous to meet you too. I thought I was going to have to repeat of what happened at the boutique today.”
She quirked her mouth up. “Hm, I think maybe they just don’t know you as well as Danneel. Don’t worry! I’ll be one of your friends, okay? I’ll tell you any story you wanna hear about Jensen, any embarrassing ones I know are all fair game!”
You nodded your head and laughed. “I’ll be sure to ask one of these days.”
Charlie jokingly added, “Let’s braid each other hair now!”
“Don’t tempt me,” Megan said, smiling despite your sister’s unending supply of sarcasm. Your laughter was cut short by the door opening.
All three pairs of eyes snapped to the direction of the door. It doesn’t take long for you all to realize it was nothing more than a face you’ve seen before. In fact, the sound of his voice brought a smile onto your lips.
Charlie was quick to her words, and waved her hand, “Can we help you with anything, bigfoot?”
“Yeah, what d’ya want?” said Megan, all the while throwing her older sibling a suspicious glance.
“Don’t you have something important you need to do?”
Megan mulled over her brother’s words in her mind, trying to piece together what he was talking about and then she cringed. Turning to your direction, “I’m so sorry, YN! I totally spaced out! I have to leave before I can start on your gown!”
She snapped back up and told the taller sibling to give her a hand with things as she scampered about the room. “I, sort of have exams this week. Like, a bunch of them, heh.”
When Jared’s eyes finally landed on you, he looked as if all breath had been punched out of his lungs. “Whoa…”
The room’s attention fell to you now, as the commotion of the room antics slowed to admire you. You felt like you were on a stage, a nervousness befell you as red painted your cheeks. Megan beamed, “I know, right? Almost brings a tear to your eye how scary good I am.”
Jared snorted at that, earning a rightful smack from his little sister. He chuckled and then put his hand behind his head and lamented, “It’s unfair Jensen gets all the cute girls.”
Megan kicked her older brother with her foot, “Jared!”
“Right, sorry. I’m probably just a little jealous of Jensen.” He laughed it off and helped with the boxes before you could comment on it.
You stepped in to try to help, but Megan nearly tackled you, saying, “We got this! You don’t have to, Y/N!”
You felt useless as they packed away everything and with arms full of totes again.
Jared stopped by you before heading out the door, “I know Jensen will come around. He’s not himself lately, just… I hope you both get to be happy.”
“Thank you, Jared,” you supplied. He nodded and said goodbye to both you and your sister.
Megan lingered a little to give you a tight hug, a welcomed gesture. You almost felt sad letting go. “I’ll be back before the party, okay! I promise to keep you updated on the dress!”
“What about this one?”
She looked you over, “Keep it, take it as our friendship gift. Next one will be even better!”
She followed her brother out the door after giving one last goodbye. The room was quieter now.
“Better watch out, sissy, I think bigfoot’s got a crush on you,” Charlie chuckled.
“Where was he when I was single?” You tried to joke. Charlie laughed again.
“See? That’s the sister I love and remember. Now, I almost feel like I’ve cheated you out of an experience. Maybe if I had let boys talk to you…”
“Would that have changed anything?”
“Maybe not, but maybe you wouldn’t look so rigid every time someone mentions Jensen’s name.”
It was almost like you were conditioned to tense up at the mention of him. You couldn’t help it. You dreaded him, the mere mention and your body remembered that you were a burden to Jensen.
Charlie followed your eyes as they hit the ground., a frown replacing any instance of a smile. She furrowed her brow, “He’s really did a number on you, huh? Listen, you can tell me, he didn’t… hurt you, physically, I mean. He didn’t…”
Your gaze snapped to hers and you shook your head. “N-no, Charlie, it’s nothing like that - he hasn’t- what- no! It’s not that. He… hasn’t touched me. At all, actually.”
“What are you saying? You two haven’t… seal the deal?”
Your lack of response was enough.
“Hmmmmm, the picture is coming into focus now.”
You scoffed, “Sex is not the issue! The unwanted, loveless, arranged marriage is!”
Charlie shrugged, “Well, I can bet that if you were having really great hate sex, you two could make it through this relationship. I mean, you take your little victories where you can, right? Reap the benefits and whatnot.”
Your face had turned every shade of crimson by now. You couldn’t even-
Sex! Ha! With Jensen? He hated you! That was impossible! Unbelievable!
Charlie didn’t grasp the concept of He despises me and doesn’t even look at me like anything but an obstacle in his way to Danneel!
“I- I am not like that!” You managed out a flustered response.
“Right, of course, you’re a good girl. Oh c’mon, you haven’t even thought about it? Think of it like a silver lining!” Charlie laughed at how cute you looked flustered.
You started ushering her out the room, “That’s it, I’m going to take a good long bath and sleep!”
Charlie laughed as you kicked her out of your house, begrudgingly saying goodnight. She winked at you before disappearing into her car and down the road, leaving you flustered and warm in the cheeks.
Of course you had thought about Jensen. You were a normal girl, anybody would have done the same, he was far from unattractive and when you and first crossed his path he had charmed you into a trance.
Circumstances changed though.
From blushing admirer to unwanted wife, who would’ve guessed?
Summary: You’ve always been a good girl. You did as you were told. But how did you end up as the other woman?
A/N: Little did I know I wrote close to 7k words for this chapter, wew amazing. It was too long so I decided to cut it here where I thought was best. I more or less consider this chapter a filler before more angst commence. Thank you for waiting and the constant encouraging messages. Lots of love <3
MASTERLIST
You had spent your next morning in bed, aimlessly scrolling through your phone before placing it back down on the pillow. You rolled onto your side and stared at the other side of the bed; his side of the bed.
You pulled the duvet over your nose and snuggled in, closed your eyes as it caressed your cheeks. It still smelled of him, his body soap and his shampoo.
It was a peaceful kind of day. The house was usually quiet in the mornings with only bird songs welcoming a new day with its sweet melodious chorus of seemingly repeated notes. You were thankful that you could stay in bed and waste away. And also have nobody come in and catch you in this embarrassing act.
A small chuckle from the door broke your brooding. You let out a surprised squeak and jolted up, turning your head to face whomever was sneaking up on you now. Much to your surprise and confusion, you were met with a fiery head and red lips. You leapt up of the bed in a hurry and nearly tackled the woman who laughed.
“Charlie!” You threw your arms around her neck and she went to rub the back of your head like she had always done when you hugged. She laughed at your enthusiasm and you pulled back, your face beaming towards your beloved sister.
You put some distance between you but held her arms, afraid that if you let go she would disappear. “I don’t know which to ask first! What are you doing here?! How did you even get in?”
She grinned, a playful glint in her eyes, “Well, I wanted to surprise you, Dove.”
“What do you mean?”
She took a step out of your arms, and with a flourish, she bowed low, before rising with a smirk, “I am to be your personal companion. Also, I moved in a couple house down. You know you should try hiding your key somewhere better. Hiding it under the mat? Seriously?”
She droned on, a casual air about her words that made you purse your lips and cross your arms.
“Please don’t play with me, Charlie.”
She halted her speech and scoffed, “Ouch, Dove! I wouldn’t lie about this! I mean, if you’d rather have some drab little guard dog to follow you around, by all means, I can always tell that father of yours -”
Charlie was cut off short by the force of the hug that you’d given her again. Your arms looped around her like your life depended on it. She chuckled at your enthusiasm but discovered that you weren’t all joy and sunshine about her news, She felt your body shudder and her hands brought you away from her to examine your features.
“What’s the matter, Dove? Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy?”
Your lips trembled as you spoke, a sob stuck in your throat, “I-I missed you so much, Charlie.:
She pulled you close again, all the while rocking you like she always did when you were smaller. “I’m here now, I’ll make it all better, I swear.”
Charlie had never seen you like this, so deflated. “But you have to tell me what’s wrong. I’d murder the world if it meant you’d be happy, Dove. Just tell me what’s the matter.”
Fear filled you up, from your toes to the tip of your hair as you mulled over the thought of confessing your true reason for your unhappiness. Her eyes searched your face and all you wanted to do was sob into her chest and pretend you were seven again. You wanted nothing more than to pretend you were a little girl who knew nothing about how fabricated love could be, nothing about how much it hurt to be ignored by the one whom was supposed to love you.
The words came to you before you knew it, shaky and small, “I… I just want to go home…”
Her heart dropped at how defeated you sounded. It killed her most to see her sister so upset. When she said she would murder the world for you, she meant it, all you had to do was ask.
You wouldn’t, she knew. She loved you for your sweetness; it made her feel like she had someone worth fighting for, protecting you was all she wanted to do when she was younger. To shelter you from the heartlessness of others because she had lived through it for too long.
Charlie let you cry until you couldn’t anymore, not once did she try to stop you. She just let you cry and you sniffled, wiping your swollen eyes with the back of your hand. With a shaky tone, you said, “I’m sorry…”
Her arms rubbed up and down your arms, gripping them softly to reassure you that she was here. Worry washed over her features and the fire in her eyes grew with the growing realization that you weren’t happy.
The situation, she knew now, was a far less pleasant one than she had imagined for her sweet sister. Sobs replaced laughter and frowns replaced smiles that used to brighten rooms. Your shoulders sagged, your voice was timid and soft, and you were nothing like the girl she knew before.
She knew you weren’t this weak and it grated on every one of her nerves.
How dare they let you wander about with a rain cloud over your head!?
How dare they leave you alone, tossing you to the side to tend to the whims of an ungrateful brat who should have been waiting on you hand and foot?!
How dare they!
“Tell me what happened. Why are you so unhappy? Tell me and I will do everything in my power to make you smile again.”
Your eyes shifted from her to the wall, your hand coming to wipe away any tears. It was hard to find your voice with the hiccups that bubbled out, but you managed a squeak of a volume and sniffled out, “I don’t belong here, Charlie.”
Her brows furrowed together. “I don’t understand. You’re practically a princess now. What other place would you belong? You don’t just belong here, you deserve it. You deserve the world, you know that?”
There was a sincerity in her words solely reserved for you. She wasn’t usually so serious and this side of her only came out when she truly cared about something, namely your well being.
“I don’t deserve to be the ‘princess’” you spoke with your eyes casted down.
“I beg to differ.”
“I’m not perfect.”
“I know that, but you deserve to be happy just like anyone else. You deserved to be the ‘princess’, heck, even a queen, an empress, whatever! You deserve more than what I’m seeing.”
You sighed, your sister was like this. This time you just couldn’t stand it. She didn’t understand. She wouldn’t. She wasn’t in your position. She didn’t get it at all.
Frustrated now, you said with a huff, “I don’t want to live here with him if I have to be unhappy.”
“So that’s it then? It’s your marriage? She crossed her arms and frowned. Her next words were laced with malice, “Jensen must be asking for an early grave then.”
You grabbed her hands, “Don’t do anything brash, please…”
She scoffed, “Brash? I wouldn’t - “
“Charlie, I’m begging you.”
She was puzzled now. One moment you were crying your eyes out telling her you wanted nothing to do with your new life and now here you were defending the very problem. She rolled her eyes, “Fine. I get it.”
You released her, nervous still. She took notice and went for one of your hands, cradling it in her own.
“I want to help you. I’m here to protect you, but you have to let me know what I can do.”
She hastily added in a less serious tone, “Since apparently injuring the prince charming is out of the question.”
Defeated, you admitted, “I can’t do anything. I can’t ask you to do anything, Char, you have to understand that.”
Her hand tightened around your own. “You can’t possibly think I am going to obey such a stupid request.”
“I’m nothing but a pawn to dad and the Ackles, I may have the title but it’s nothing but a farce.”
“A farce? So that wedding didn’t happen? Fake minister? Fake rings? Fake guests? Fake vows? Is that what you believe? That you are just some puppet?”
“Dad told me we’re all just playing a part.”
“Dad did? No offense, and I really do mean it, but this is the same man who thinks we evolved from apes. Forgive me if I think our old man has a few screws loose, okay?”
“You never take anything I say seriously, do you?”
“GASP! That’s not true! You know that isn’t true!” She defended herself, a bit offended that you would even think such thing. “So you think you’re just a pawn?”
“I know I am.”
She shook her head. She pulled you in for another hug. “Even so, they are lucky to have you.”
“Not as comforting as you might think…”
“I can only pep talk for so long, Dove,” she admitted, trying to coax any sort of smile out of you. Her hand came to your hair and she fixed a few fly aways.
“I don’t mean to change the subject, but technically I am supposed to bring you to some shop in town today.”
You slapped your forehead, “I forgot about that.”
“Oh, so you know what it’s for then?”
“Yeah, a dress fitting. For the garden party. It’s pretty grand this year.”
Charlie cringed, “Dress fitting?”
“I know, that’s the exciting life I live. I’m sorry.”
Charlie chuckled at your sudden snark. She had missed you. Even with the shift in topics, she could tell you were still mulling over you predicament. As she expected, you were going to bite your tongue and throw up a painfully submissive wife.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to murder him? It’s really simple, I promise. Just a straight razor, I’m sure he can fit into those black trash bags -”
“Charlie! No!” Your voice dropped to a whisper, eyes looking around the room. “Don’t talk about that kind of stuff so loudly! Someone might take it the wrong way.”
She rolled her eyes, a smirk evident on her face, clearly amused at how you looked so nervous and flustered about it.
“Come one, it’s your house. No one’s here but the two of us. Sides, you can’t expect me to believe you don’t want me to rough him up?”
“I don’t - I just…” yet another sigh escaped your lips. “I don’t need you in jail, Char.”
She waved her hand, “Oh please, the ‘po-po’ would have to catch me first.” She looked at the quasi serious face you were trying to put on. “Fine, no ,murder, no maiming, what can I do then?”
“Nothing.”
“How about a couple of fingers, huh?” You ran a hand through your hair and released yet another sigh.
“You’re right, those are kind of vital to foreplay. Then how -”
“Charlie! Jesus…” Your face turned a couple shades of red.
“What? I said I wouldn’t!”
“Th-that’s not it! You can’t just say things like that!”
The fiery haired woman eyes sparkled again, she seemed to have struck a nerve. A very curious one at that.
“I was only kidding. Besides, you can’t pout all day, you’ve got things to do today, no?”
You grimaced. Right, the dress fitting.
“The nerve that woman had, who does she think she is?!” Charlie walked ahead of you, heated ever since you two had exited the car. You weren’t sure where she was going, and you didn’t think she had a clue either but it reminded you so much of your younger days. Charlie turned to face you, furrowed brows and all, a finger pointed sharply at you.
“You should’ve said something, Y/N. She’s lucky I didn’t kill her!”
Really, she was lucky Charlie didn’t murder the woman designing your dress after she repeatedly quipped how she would need to make the dress more extravagant to make up for your plain looks, casually inserting how if it were Danneel, her work would’ve been done already. That and how her employees were allowed to just whisper about you while you were out of the room.
Honestly, you were surprised that your sister managed to walk out without shoving a fist down someone’s throat.
“It’s really not that bad, Charlie. I’m fine. Used to it by now.”
It had ended quite badly actually. One moment you were being pricked and poked and the next Charlie had you changing and dragged you out by the hand to the car. You hadn’t been completely present for whatever tongue lashing she had delivered, but from the looks on their faces, you didn’t think it was anything less than a savage verbal massacre. You had caught the tail end of the threats and it wasn’t too pretty.
She kept her stern gaze on you, “I don't understand you. I don’t get how in three months you’ve managed to forget who you are. You aren’t pathetic, you definitely aren’t weak, but you kept acting like it.”
“I’m not acting. I told you already, I don’t belong here.”
She bit back anything else that might lead into a full blown argument again. Instead, she sighed and slowed her step before turning to face forward again as you two turned a corner. She placed both fists on her hips, “We have another problem now, though. We have to get your dress back from that awful woman.”
“You told her you were going to shove a hammer down her throat, Char. I think, out of respect, we should cut our losses.” She turned to look at you again.
You could always wear one of your older spring outfits, but you were sure that wouldn’t go over well in tabloid reporting. Nitpicked at every action, you doubted you could pull off a repeat outfit despite only having been in the limelight for a few months. Those reporters were relentless and their sharp eyes would not hesitate to berate your image should you choose wearing an older dress.
“The Ackles family must have connections, there’s gotta be someone out there who would die to design something just for you.” Charlie crossed her arms. “You should stick up for yourself more.”
“I know I should stick up for myself,” you finally muttered. She looked at you before stopping her train of thought and her feet.
“Then why don’t you?”
“I..what use will it do? I will be criticized no matter what I do.”
She frowned again. “Who put out the fire in you? Remember, always keep your head up and on straight, okay?”
You slouched at her words. Easier said than done.
Charlie smirked. “That’s it, you know what you need?”
Oh, God, please, not that smirk.
“A Charlie approved Pick-Me-Up!”
“No, no! Those are never a good idea! We always get in trouble, and I’m already in enough.”
“Says who? We yelled at a bitchy designer, which she actually deserved. No one insults Y/N under my watch.”
“Correction, you yelled at her”
You still did not budge from your somewhat stern gaze upon her. She started walking backwards again, mischief in her eyes, “C’mon, Dove, it’ll be loads of fun! I’ve never failed to make you laugh before.”
“The last time we went on one of your pick-me-ups, you broke your arm.”
She shrugged and turned the corner, you shook your head whilst releasing a sigh. She was as much of a handful as she had always been. Only for you.
You heard her yell suddenly and concern washed over you.
Three seconds, you thought. She turned the corner for three seconds!
Much to your surprise, you didn’t see Charlie in much of any trouble as you turned into the corner. She was, however face to face with the hulking mass of a man that was your husband’s best friend, Jared Padalecki. Her red hair whipped around as she heard you call out his name.
“Jared?”
“Y/N.
“You know this human road block?” Charlie pointed with her thumb.
“Yes, you’re not hurt anywhere, right?”
“As if. I merely ran into this wall and got startled. No big deal, Dove. Nothing to worry about.”
“Dove?” Jared questioningly said.
You wrung your hands, “It’s a long story.”
“I would ask, but the more important question is why are you still here?”
“Huh?”
Charlie glared daggers, “Ackles’ wife can’t walk around freely on her own now? New rules or what?”
He brushed off her threatening tone with a smile, “No, I meant, why aren’t you at the dressmaker’s shop?”
You swallowed, there really wasn’t any sense in lying. “I, uh, we sort of…”
Charlie interjected, “The designer chosen for Y/N was deemed unfit. She lacked any sort of professionalism and I can assure you, Y/N will not be doing anymore business with that woman.”
Jared read between the lines, surpassingly easy, “Ah, I see. I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N.”
Jared thought something over his head. He seemed hesitant as his mouth opened and closed a few times before he was yelled at by Charlie to spit out and to quit looking like a fish.
“I might, uh, I might be able to help you with that.”
“How? Don’t tell me you sew dresses.” Charlie scoffed.
Jared smiled, “No, but my sister does.”
What do you think of your fierce sister, Charlie? 8′D
Summary: The deal was 20 kisses in 20 days. Can Dean do it?
A/N: A short series on the side while I work on The Other Woman. A good idea cannot be thrown ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
PART 2
“20 days,” a smooth voice said, his tone dripping with tease.
“20 kisses in 20 days, think you can do that?”
Dean threw his head backward, eyes shut, brows furrowed, before releasing an exasperated sigh. How did I end up here?
Sam took a gulp of his beer, eyes still on his brother. The two brothers had been tossing dares at each other throughout the night, waiting to see who would lose first. So far the results are yet to be known. It was now Sam’s turn and he had thrown a rather challenging dare at Dean, knowing his big brother would never back down from a challenge, especially not one as simple as this.
The brothers’ eyes glanced over to the woman tending behind the bar.
She wasn’t too tall nor was she too short. She was just… perfect. At least in Dean’s eyes.
She wasn’t beautiful in a classical way, no flowing golden curls or ivory skin; no piercing greens or blues. Instead, he often found himself mesmerized by the deep swirls of browns that colored her pupils. Certainly, she was slightly larger than a catwalk model, but in her ordinariness she was stunning. Something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible to both genders.
Dean turned his attention back to his giant of a brother, who was grinning rather slyly at him. Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes and reached out to shake Sam’s hand.
“Alright, fine. I’ll do it.” Sam nodded furiously, elated to hear his brother’s answer with hands holding his older brother’s hand in a firm shake.
“You better keep your end of the deal though!”
Sam waved the air lazily, assuring his brother saying, “Oh don’t worry about me, Dean. I’ll keep mine if you keep yours.” He patted the right side of his front pocket.
Choosing to ignore him, Dean took a long swig of his beer.
“A’ight, I’m going back to the motel. I think I had enough today.” Sam pushed his seat back and wobbly headed his way out of the bar.
Dean fought the urge to smack his own forehead and opted to just run his hand down his face and release another long sigh. It felt like he had just sold his soul to the devil all over again.
“What did Sam dare you this time?”
Dean quickly averted his gaze.
“Nothing”
Jo crossed her arms knowingly.
“Sam was checking Y/N out again, wasn’t he?”
Dean shrugged, giving her a nonchalant look before crossing his own arms over his chest. He peered around Jo, green eyes back on the same girl from before who was now drying off the cups.
Jo rolled her eyes. “Not you too,” she groaned. “She’s here to work. Not for you men to undress with your eyes.”
“But it brings in business, right?” Dean smirked with a raised eyebrow.
Jo pouted and moved her hands to rest on each hips.
“The Roadhouse is not a strip club. It’s a place for hunters to feel safe and enjoy good food and company!” Jo fumed.
Dean held up his hands defensively, a small chuckle came out of his lips.
“I wasn’t implying anything. Calm down, kid.”
“What was Dean implying?”
Dean jumped at Y/N’s soft voice and the sudden hands that were on his shoulders. Y/N walked over to sit in front of him, a small smile on her face.
“It’s silly. You don’t wanna know.”
Y/N propped an elbow on the table and leaned her chin on the palm of her hand. “I kind of want to know.”
Jo groaned loudly and threw her arms in the air, her feet dragging herself to the kitchen. Y/N laughed at the sight of her frustrated friend and made eye contact with the green orbs in front of her.
Summary: You were a good girl. So how did you end up as the other woman?
Word Count: 3894
A/N: Thank you for the overwhelming responses on the previous chapters! Your sweet messages brightened my weeks <3 As always, I don’t mean Danneel any harm, no hate for that lovely lady. If you’d like to be added to the tag family, just hit me up!
“Jared! Misha! What are you doing?!” a yell came like a booming bark, startling the three of you like scared rabbits. Misha froze, Jared’s smile faltered and you turned to face the person responsible for such reaction.
Much to your surprise, Clif Kosterman stood before you three, strong and tall as ever. He was Jensen’s bodyguard and you had only every spoken to him at parties where he was forced to be pleasant. You knew he did not earn a reputation as a cold man without a reason.
His gaze fell like an act of violence; you swore the look you got from the man could be the definition for glaring. Misha stuttered out, “No-nothing! Jared and I were just showing Ms. L/N how to – “
“It’s no longer L/N, Misha. With all due respect, you shouldn't be dragging her out here without informing me,” his tone ice cold.
Wait. Why are all of them here suddenly? You were trying to put the pieces together in your head. Last you remembered you did not need anyone’s permission to roam about your own property.
You cut your self-debate short to focus on what Clif was saying, feeling guilty for the other two. Awkwardly, you stepped forward in front of Misha and Jared with an apologetic expression.
“I-it’s not their fault. I agreed to this, really!” you defended the two. You were timid in his imposing presence. His icy cold gaze fell back on you, unlike his friends, he didn’t let up with the harshness.
“Sorry, missy. I’m afraid you cannot be running off shooting guns without proper supervision”
“Wha – “
“Come on now, Cliffy. You didn't think we were capable enough to take care of one girl?”
“Don’t call me that!” You swore you saw a vein ready to pop on his forehead. He ran a hand down his face and sighed exasperatedly. “Even so, missy here cannot be put in any situation that may harm her. She’s a girl for goodness sake. Who in their right mind would – you know what I’m not gonna argue on this”
“Anyway, I’ve been looking for her for a good hour now. Next thing I know I find her shooting off cans with two idiots.”
Jared tried to defend himself but only done himself cut off by Clif’s glare, daring him to speak up. Here you are, feeling awkward again. You messed up, somehow. You had gotten Misha and Jared in trouble, surely Jensen would find out about. Which adds up another reason for him to hate you for.
“Mr. Ackles’ looking for you, missy” Clif stated.
“J-jensen?” Your eyes snapped up in shock. No way?
“No, Alan Ackles I mean”
Why is everyone here?!
You had barely enough time to register what happened when Clif escorted you back to the farmhouse.
How lovely, you thought.
Jensen, your adulterous husband you did not wish or want to see, was there in the living room with his father.
“You either consummate the marriage or I’ll look for another heir!”
There goes your chance of having a simple conversation with your father-in-law.
Those words rung in your eyes and you swore to Chuck you could feel your pulse beating in your eardrums. Jensen’s father had never shown you any ounce of malevolence and you thought he could never harbor any ill will. The same man you had imagined sat in your living room’s couch, his face red and contorted, his mouth curved in a snarl, and Jensen was clenching his fist. The living room felt cold, the feeling not unknown to you.
You made a mistake of letting out squeaking in fear at such an intense scene, surprised and taken aback by the look in the Ackles’ heir, a murderous glare, at his own flesh and blood.
Two sets of eyes landed on your figure in the back doorway by the kitchen. Alan softened his gaze just a tiny hint, sympathetic at your justifiable fear and Jensen rolled his eyes in annoyance. If his luck could get any worse, Danneel would strode in through the front door and then, why the hell not everyone from the firms. Just fan-fucking-tastic!
“I uh, I’ll prepare dinner” you managed to stutter out, instantly busying yourself in the kitchen to avoid any confrontation.
You pursed your lips, you had been just as unenthusiastic as Jensen had been about your arranged marriage and he had yet to hear your thought on the matter. Sure, you’d clam up if you had the chance to talk to him, but you still you thought you had been obvious with your clearly disturbed body language.
It wasn’t like you were hopping to cling to his arm and steal his money, not that you needed to anyway. You were doing fine alone, with man or not. All you wanted was to be happy with your future husband and wishing he at the least would make an attempt to make you feel less like a greedy devil and more like an equally uncomfortable party. You would have given anything to have him marry Danneel, everything it took to save your poor heart from breaking at his disgust for you.
He hated you. His orders to his friends had been enough proof. You were a problem to him, an obstacle in his pursuit of happiness.
It made your heart ache.
You, the one thing that stood between him and her; the unwanted wife; a pest, a replacement.
And all your life you would be unhappily married to him, Divorce was not an option in your position.
All you ever wanted was to love and be loved in return.
“I won’t touch her,” he spat, words like venom. “She wouldn’t want me either, I’m positive.” He glanced over to his father, likely sick of seeing you in his line of sight. You tried your best to drown out their conversation, to occupy your mind with your task in hand.
Okay, now to cut the mushrooms, then wait for the pasta to be cooked, then maybe i should perhaps make some tea? Or would they prefer coffee. Oh who am I kidding.
You felt your knees tremble to hold yourself upright. Alan shot his son a look, one with too many words unspoken. He sighed. “You can’t run from your problems, son”, his voice still willed with conviction, but a little softer in your presence.
Jensen scowled. “She’s not a problem, she’s a pest” irate muttering came from his lips.
“Don’t speak ill of her that way!” Alan almost yelled. You froze in your action, eyes blinking in shock at the words rolling out of your husband’s lips. You could feel tears slowly building up in your eyes
“You’d throw everything for one girl?!”
“At one point of your life, you would be happy that I would. I’m not the villain; you sit in your meetings with the L/N’s and all those idiots knowing nothing. This isn’t my fault. I get to be mad!”
“You’re being foolish, Jensen!”
Jensen grit his teeth, he was getting nowhere with his father. He abruptly stood up, his knees bumping into the coffee table making it skid back a little. He threw a glare at his father’s direction once more and stormed off upstairs. You were now left with a red faced Alan Ackles who was not yet done lashing out at his son.
You wanted to leave, run out that back door and into the quiets of the open field, but he was your father-in-law, it would be rude to just walk out like that.
Alan leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and rubbed the tension between his eyes and his voice became tired. He had argued for so long and this argument was an explosion bound to happen and left overdue, you knew that. You turned off the fire on the stove and poured a cup of tea and carefully trotted your way to the living room.
“Have some tea, sir.” You placed the cup down on the coffee table, the whole time your eyes on the floor. Alan noted the way your hands shook in the aftermath of the confrontation.
“I am sorry you have to endure all this.”
“I… it’s alright, sir.”
The man took a small sip of his tea before releasing yet another sigh, his eyes boring holes at the wall across him. You have taken a seat at Jensen’s previous seat and nervously drummed your fingers on your knees. You didn’t know whether to pity the man or yourself.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I apologize for coming here unannounced and requesting to meet you all of a sudden. My head’s not clear right now, I’m afraid I’ll have to postpone this talk. How about next week, over tea?”
“Of course, sir. I’ll look forward to it”, you replied, giving him a small smile to reassure the man.
He gave you a somber smile, you knew he was as understanding as he was trying to be given he had no real understanding for your situation. He felt the air between you two grow awkward and chose to dissolve the thick tension.
“How are you liking Texas? I heard you’ve always been the city girl, how do you like the change of scene?”
The sudden shift in casualty needed you to have a second to reestablish yourself before answering as evenly as possible. “There’s little to hate here in Texas. I especially enjoyed the company of the several deer that likes to pop up”
He tried to laugh at that. Slowly and carefully placing his cup back on the coffee table, he stood up and faced you. You too stood up with him, holding both of your hands at the front. “I better head back to my wife now. If you’ll excuse me, Miss Ackles”
You flinched at the words, but took strides with the man out the front door with as little frigidity in your shoulders as possible. It was not easy hearing your new last name. It was not easy adjusting at all.
Bidding a final goodbye, you watched Alan Ackles get into the backseat of his car, Clif at the drivers seat. Alan waved goodbye as the car pulled out of the driveway. You let out a long sigh, your shoulders slumping down as a wave of tiredness washed over you.
It was almost a blessing to see two brown haired men still at the back of your house. Jared was propped against the railing, arms crossed in front of him, the toes of his right boot clicking on the floor behind him while Misha on the other hand sat on the small steps; both of them conversing quietly.
You cautiously approached, hoping you wouldn’t be robbed of having a decent company again. The coast remained clear. At hearing your footsteps, both men turned to your direction and took sight of your form.
Misha instantly got onto his feet, a grin on his face as he went for your hands.
“Hey, you alright?”
You gave him a nod, and his expression went form worried to bright just like that. Jared came over and patted your shoulder, reassuring you, “We know Jensen can be a dick sometimes. He’s just pissed and I promise he’ll come around eventually.”
“I’m not so sure of that.” Misha let your hands escape from his hold and you tucked them in your pockets. “I’m sorry if I got you both in any trouble. Really. I’ve already come to terms that I am not who he wants me to be. I know that I’m unwelcomed and if you feel like you are obligated to make me feel better, I-I’d rather you not. I… I don’t want to be pitied and I don’t want you both to be troubled –“
“Why are you so afraid of Jensen?” Misha questioned.
“What?”
Misha crossed his arms and stood straight, his voice was not accusatory but rather genuinely puzzled. “You act as if he’s going to chop my head off if I talk to you, which I’m doing because why not and I’m not an ass like he is.”
Jared let out a small laugh from the side. “Jensen is the least of your worries, Y/N. If you had anyone to fear, I’d say it would be Clif.” The corner of Misha’s lips pulled upwards into a smirk, as if by Jared saying this he had come to a mischievous revelation.
Jared went back to leaning on the railing, and repeated what Misha had questioned you. “I don’t know why you’re afraid of him, honestly.” This time adding on, “He cried watching Marley and Me”
This took you aback. Jensen? It was practically impossible to picture the sight of him wiping tears out of his eyes while watching a movie on a dog’s life.
Misha nodded at Jared’s words. “But, like I said before, Jensen’s not that bad if you get to know him. He’s just…”
“In love with someone else?”
Misha quickly added, “- upset.”
“It’s okay, guys. I know he loves Danneel… I understand he’ll put her above me no matter the situation, but to even be seen in his eyes as something other than a nuisance is what I hope to get. I simply am not asking him to love me; I know that’s childish. I’m not asking him to like me either. I just want him to know I didn’t want this to happen as much he did. It’s just…it’s not fair.”
Both men frowned at the way your voice cracked. Misha made it a mission to make you smile the rest off the evening
Night had rolled over Texas quicker than you wanted it to. Misha and Jared stayed for dinner for a while, all the while commenting what a good cook you were as they devoured their food.
You bid them both good night and sadly watch as their car drive past eye view.
You walk back through the front door and closed the front door quietly. Turning back to move to the kitchen, you haltered in your steps as you saw Jensen descending the stairs. His eyes glanced up at yours and he rolled them as he saw you standing there frozen.
He made his way to the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge.
“Jensen? I have dinner ready, would you like some?” your voice small, testing the waters.
“I’m going out” his answer came short behind his mug. By now he was leaning back on the sink, one hand holding his mug, the other across his abdomen. His eyes were carefully watching your movement.
You nodded at his answer. You figured you’d do the dishes later when he left and chose to sit yourself on the couch. Finishing his drink, he placed the mug at the sink and made his way out the front door and slammed the door behind him.
You had been busy entertaining yourself with the usual few cats that came near your house, mewing for food. It had become a daily night routine to come out here to feed them, watching them slowly going forward towards the food, eyes and body wary of you. It had taken you time and lots of food to earn their trust, enough trust for them to let you pet them on your lap and be comfortable enough with your presence.
You had spent the next few hours playing with the cats, not realizing what time it was. You checked your watch and realized it had turned 1 in the morning. Gently you placed the cat that was soundly asleep on your lap onto the floor and wished them goodnight. You walked back inside. Walking your way up to your bedroom, you thought of how Misha’s laugh and Jared’s chatters had kept you company all evening and now that it was gone, you could feel your dreadful reality creeping back.
You’d go right back to being nothing but a decoration – someone pretty to sit by Jensen’s side.
You deserved a shower, a time and place to think about what your life was to become and had become already.
You peeled off your clothes, kicking them off to the side as you turned the water on, turning the knob towards the warmer side. Body soaps and shampoos lined a shelf. Perhaps it was the result of your lavish upbringing, but you couldn’t get enough of soapy bubbles. A habit of pouring too much in a bath or too much on a loofa would usually have your mother scolding you at home. You figured you deserved to enjoy something in this marriage and apparently soap is that something.
“You’re going to be okay,” you scrubbed your arm, trying to console yourself. The water poured down, dripped by your side, as your mind faded into dullness and everything is nothing but a foggy illusion.
Afterwards you ran your hand through your soapy hair and hummed, content. If you could live in the solitude and warmth of a shower, you would never leave.
As you enjoyed the sensation of the steamy water calming you down, a grim thought filtered through you mind.
You had known your job here was to produce an eligible heir for the firm, but you hadn’t thought about what it took to produce an heir.
Of course, you knew how.
It just didn’t hit you until now.
You cheeks blew up red as you thought about it. You and Jensen…
You and your husband.
Lord have mercy on your heart.
You decided to turn the water colder and put your entire face under the water, in hopes the coldness would wash away all the images of you and him entangled in bed together.
Was he going to take you without your consent? You had never even kissed before your wedding day and yet…
Your sister would probably tell you to kick him in the face if he tried to force you into anything. Your parents would tell you it’s all business; that you should just get it over with. Play your part.
The traitorous romantic in you played scenes of tender caresses and hearts fusing into one, bodies moving to the rhythmic sounds of murmurs of sweet nonsense; saccharine kisses peppered between heated embraces. You tried to push those thoughts away – so silly, hopeless and dangerous to your health. He would never look at you the way he looks at Danneel, he’d never kiss you like her, and never love you like he did her.
He’s probably with her now.
You wouldn’t be surprised if he had indeed escaped into the arms of the brown haired beauty. Had you another lover, you would want to be with them as well, but you were a good girl.
You wrapped the plush towel that was left in your bathroom around your body. Even after the water had stopped, the air was steamed around you. Your soaking hair dripped on the tiles beneath your feet as you made your way back into the bedroom. The vanity was not far and your vanilla lotions would help you ease you into a peaceful sleep tonight.
You just hadn’t expected there to be another body in your bed.
It certainly wasn’t there when you had entered the shower.
His eyes were close, features much softer in sleep. The lines that usually creased his brow replaced by his youthful appearance,. He looked peaceful. He must’ve fallen asleep waiting on you, noting he still had his shoes on.
That sounded unlikely. Seemed crazy.
Unsure, you cleared your throat and slowly approached the sleeping figure, clutching the towel close to your body. The last thing you wanted was to drop your towel in front of this man. You didn’t exactly want an audience as you got dressed.
“Um…” You were standing by the bed, far enough to run but close enough to poke him with the tip of your index finger. “Excuse me?”
He didn’t shift and you silently cursed whichever God up there for putting you in this position. You held yourself and you poked him harder than before. All he did was swatting the air lazily and groaned. You let out a breath and spoke louder, “Jensen!”
His eyes snapped open and slid your way, his lips instantly cast downwards. You took a few steps back and clutched the towel tighter; thankful it covered enough. You tried to sound not so nervous under his hateful squinty glare, “I’m sorry, could you, uh, excuse yourself for a moment? Please?”
He shifted his gaze elsewhere and threw his legs over the side of the mattress, “This room was mine before it was yours.”
A blush crept up your neck and you tried to muster some strength to not stutter in front of him, “I under – “
“I’m going to leave, so don’t bother trying to act high and mighty about yourself,” he waves at your pathetic attempts at standing up for yourself and you moved to the vanity as he left the room. Your heart was beating wildly, loudly; you were sure he may have probably heard it too. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and made a quick job of moisturizing your skin before throwing on an oversized t-shirt and comfortable shorts.
You went to the door and peeked your head out, looking for him in case he was still there. He brushed past you, opening the door and kicking his boots off near the foot of the bed and stripping off the top he was wearing.
You crossed your arms and remained at the door, away from his hostile presence.
“What are... what are you doing?”
He threw you a look. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to sleep. In my bed. I’m tired.”
You resisted the urge to sigh; you’ve been doing that too much lately. You couldn’t possibly sleep next to him. “Where am I supposed to sleep exactly?”
He shrugged, not caring to look at you now. “Anywhere you like. I don’t really care”
Nervously, you stepped forward, hesitant to get on bed just yet.
“No one is stopping you.”
Your eyes widened, “I, uh, I…“
He rolled his eyes, grimacing, “Listen, I don’t care what you want. I’m going to bed. You can sleep on the floor or on the bed. I’m not going to throw myself on you regardless what my father thinks I have to do.”
Well that gave you some form of reassurance as you slid under the blankets. You pushed yourself as close to the edge as possible, far away from him.
He flicked the light switch by his side of the bed, the only light on in the bedroom, and you were left to linger your thought. The dark of the room helped you pretend he was not there but it took only a slight readjustment on his end for you to be reminded that he was there.
Your heart rate was up, face red, and your nerves were bust.
What if I accidentally rolled over? What if I fell off the bed? What if he snored? Would he say anything in the morning? Would he even still be here in the morning?
Summary: You were a good girl. But how did you end up as the other woman?
Word Count: 2106
A/N: I don’t mean any harm on Danneel. I love that woman to bits. I am unsure of how this one would go but why not give it a try, I told myself.
MASTERLIST
You didn’t want this. You didn’t wish for this.
Your father have always told you you were a pretty one. He would always tell you that one day you would be wed to a man who would love you truly, just like him and his wife. You looked up to the love they harbored for each other. Their love was perfect, you always thought. You loved their tale. Every night when you were younger, you would always ask him to tell you the story of how the both of them fell in love and you would laugh and giggle in excitement. Love sounded divine and you couldn’t wait to find your story.
Your sister, Charlie, thought otherwise. While you are the epitome of sweetness, joy and innocence, your sister, all she wanted to do was pick fight with boys. You had nothing against that. Often you would be cheering her on and she would triumphantly smirk at you. You’re a good girl, so sweet so cute, she told you. The way your eyes lit up at the sound of a romantic tale, seems like your childish actions would never end and your smile would never cease. Charlie swore she would “beat the shit out of” any man who dared break your heart.
One day Charlie just up and ran away from home to pursue her dream of being a well-known photographer. You were sad to see her go but she reminded you that she’d always be there for you.
And that she did.
Your father was no king nor was he a rich lord. Your tale had nothing with princes or princesses. Your father however owns a big architecture firm. Knowingly being a big company in the field, competitors are inevitable. Yet your father wasn’t one to care much, he has never felt threatened. He knew he would always top the others, proud to say he would always be the champion team but when a particular Ackles Firm rose to make its name, things took a turn.
When you first met the men from the Ackles firm, it was at their new headquarters’ celebration party, which funny enough, placed directly opposite of your father’s building. An invite was sent to your father’s company, informing the party would be held at their estate. As much as he hated the idea of attending the party, your father brushed it aside and thought it would be a good chance to get to know his competitor better.
The men from the Ackles firm were handsome. You were immediately enamored by the heir of the firm. It wasn’t like you were the first lady to look upon his face and decide that you were in love. You gaped openly as you observed his sharp jaw, chin and cheekbones. He was an Adonis among other men who each pale in comparison. Charlie snorted when you came up to her and whispered about the sharply dressed man, swirled her glass of red wine before saying, “He’s engaged, Dove”
You pursed your lips at the nickname she gave you when you were younger. Stating you were as innocent as a dove. “To whom?”
Charlie’s eyes slid over to a woman, clad in a white evening gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and loose. Her brown hair shined in the light. The woman that walked around, mingling with the guests could have graced any billboard or magazine cover. She had the kindest pair of coffee brown eyes trimmed by long gorgeous eyelashes and had a way she carried herself was as if she commanded the air around her. Suddenly you felt self-conscious of your appearance.
You looked back at the Adonis and found that his gaze trained on the stunning woman. You couldn’t blame him. Charlie scoffed, “Danneel Harris, Miss Universe 2015, top fashion designer in New York and engaged to Jensen Ackles”
Your eyes bulged and you choked on the drink you were sipping on. “That’s the Danneel Harris?!?!” Your sister rolled her eyes at your shock.
“Why don’t you say that louder, Y/N. I don’t think they heard you”, Charlie snickered as some eyes landed on the both of you.
After collecting yourself, you lowered your voice to a whisper. “Then that means that’s the Jensen Ackles?”
“You seem unimpressed, sister”, said Charlie, amused at your embarrassment.
Your hands went to your reddened cheeks, appalled by the words you said about the heir of the Ackles firm. You excused yourself to go and get fresh air. Charlie only informing you she would be by the food table should you ever need her.
The estate’s garden was big and beautiful. You had tried to take your mind off the embarrassment earlier but the more you tried, the hotter your face got. It wasn’t little known fact that Jensen Ackles, supposed heir of the ever famous rising Ackles Firm, was to be wed with one of the most beautiful and talented woman in all of America. They’d been said to be dating since college years. The ladies in your office had been gushing excitedly about the pair. They would squeal at how cute the pair was and what a beautiful baby they’d make. The engagement announcement made the ladies even more rowdy but you have never taken interest, never keen to know what the two looked like.
“Way to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N” you chastised yourself, your hands on your cheeks, hoping your cold fingers would cool your warm cheeks.
“Are you alright?”
You jumped at the voice and quickly turned to face the voice. You feared the fates are out for blood when you had seen exactly who had made their way to the garden. You nervously stuttered, “Mi-Miss Harris! Do-don’t wor-worry about me! I’m very sorry for my outburst earlier! I didn’t know you were attending!” Your lowered your eyes to the ground, fingers nervously intertwined at the front. A small smile graced her face and it was no wonder people were charmed by her. Her hand on yours did nothing to quell the anxiety within you.
“Relax, Ms. L/N”, she let out a chuckle.
“Y-you know my name?”
“Of course! Your father is well known around here. I have to learn about the people Jensen works with too,” she smiled gently at you, giving your hands a small squeeze.
She released your hands and you felt a lot better, still nervous, but a thousand times better. “I’m quite tired of listening to old men drone on about boring topics, aren’t you?”
“Truth be told, I’m actually here to hide from the embarrassment” you laughed a little. Danneel shook her head laughing before walking to sit on a marble bench.
“I hear you’re a painter, hm?”
It surprised you that she held even an ounce of interest for you. She was Danneel Harris. She’s a top designer, always working with those of famous names, even the Queen of England. She was amazing to be near. You felt so insignificant and yet she didn’t talk you down.
“It’s merely a hobby of mine, I’m not very good at it sadly. Again, I am sorry I did not recognize you or Mr. Ackles! I am not really one to-”
“Don’t fret it, Ms. L/N. I am not mad. To be truthful, it was quite nice not being recognized” she assured you.
You couldn’t help but feel your anxiety melt away as she continued to converse with you.
“Besides, I enjoy my share of gossip, you know” Her eyes sparkled under the starlight, a hint of playfulness in her smile. You felt like you could say anything to Danneel and you weren’t sure why. “Any juicy scoop tonight, Ms. L/N? I’ve not had a conversation about men that didn’t involve law and business in some time”
“Well, Mr. Padalecki’s joke earlier was, er, funny? It definitely lightened the mood in there”
This apparently made her laugh into her hand. “That’s Jared, alright. He’s an amazing man. Any woman would be proud to have him.”
You probably shouldn’t have asked this but it slipped before you could control it. “What about Mr. Ackles?”
Her brown eyes widened at the question, her cheeks slowly turning red. “Jensen and I knew each other for many years now” she responded curtly.
“Mr. Ackles is a man I’m proud to be able to marry to” Her eyes met yours and a smile crossed her painted lips. You could tell by the way her eyes lit up that she loved him. It made your hopeless romantic heart flutter.
“And what are you two ladies gossipping about?” You both turned at the sound. You had nearly frozen up entirely while Danneel’s face lit up like a rabbit in a carrot field. Your cheeks burned red when he slid his emerald orbs over your form. His gaze lingered a moment on you but his quickly returned to the woman beside you. It made your heart sink a little but you assured yourself to not worry. You never stood a chance.
“Danneel, I’ve been wanting to talk to you alone all night”
You were about to excuse yourself when -
“Jensen, this is Ms. L/N” Danneel introduced you. You pushed your hair behind your ears and bowed your head a little.
He returned the nod, but otherwise was not interested in you. Regardless, his tone was cool and charming. “I was just talking to your father earlier. He is an interesting man. It’s a pleasure to meet his daughter”
Here you were, conversing with the power couple of the millennial.
“Danneel..” he sidled up closer to his fiancee, his hand slide down her back. You couldn’t help but envy that woman. You were an unwanted company, but you couldn’t move.
“We were just talking about you” Danneel eyes met his, her tone teasing. An unspoken conversation lingered between the two.
“Oh really? Am I allowed to know?”
“Absolutely not!” Danneel interjected, her left hand pushing his chest away. It was obvious that they were in love. It was like a fairytale, a handsome prince and a gorgeous heroine, falling in love. It was too much to bear.
“It would go straight to your head, Jensen”
His green eyes bore into your own eyes. “How about you, Ms. L/N?”
Your eyes widened. “I, uh, I”, you stuttered. You turned to Danneel, silently requesting for help.
“Don’t tease her, Jensen” she defended you. Jensen apologized and laughed, something you wouldn’t expect from him. He seemed to have this unapproachable circle around him from afar but now he was a completely different person. It only made you even more jealous of the brown haired beauty.
“I’m sorry, Jensen here seems to have something so important to say I have to get dragged away. Will you please excuse me?” She gave you an apologetic smile.
“Oh! Of course! Go ahead! It has been a pleasure talking with you, Ms. Harris” The engaged couple left you and your hopeless romantic self. They’re perfect together. The prime example of true love. You sighed as you watch their form disappear, leaving you to dream of your own prince.
“More wine, Miss?”
You gave a small weak smile to the same waitress who has come to your table for the past 2 hours. Her eyes looked upon you with pity and you hated that. Not only were you getting looks from the waiters and waitresses, but as well as the couples around you. You hated they didn’t even try to hide it. You wish they would just play dumb. You wished you never known and enjoyed the blissful ignorance.
You glanced out the window by your table, watching how the weather’s mood tonight matched those of yours. The skies dark with rain battering windows like hail, so heavy it impairs vision. The gold ring, heavy on your finger, stared at you mockingly.
It was plain. You were so plain to him. He would have probably given her his ring, the ring which was meant for his true love.
When you were younger, you pictured your life would be filled with laughter and joy, pretended you were married to your knight in shining armour. Your marriage had been miserable from the day it was proposed. The wedding had been forced and you swore you haven’t cried as hard as you did the night of your wedding.
You wanted to run away, but you couldn’t. You wanted to find solace in the arms of the man you loved but he was finding his arms around another. He was the one who was defiling your marriage. He was the one who would not even touch you on your wedding night, disgusted by the thought of anyone but her. You were the wife, not the mistress.
