It’s School Time In The Padalecki Household Part One
Pairing: Jared x Reader, Mom!Reader x Tom x Shep
Word Count: 1k
"C'mon Tom! It's school time!" You cheered, dancing around his bedroom, in an effort to wake him up.
"Do I have to?" He mumbled.
"Yes, dad, mom and I will be there!"
"Does that mean Shep is coming too?" Thomas sighed.
"Yes, Tom, but you love your brother!"
Tom sat up in his bed and yawned, rubbing his eyes. Genevieve and Jared aren't the typical Exs. You would think they'd want nothing to do with each other, excluding their kids together. But no, they were quite content and Genevieve adored you, as you did her. You bent down to pick some toys up off Tom's floor, your baby bump coming in the way.
"Oh I got that mom," Tom offered, jumping off his bed to get the toys for you, "daddy told me I needed to help out as much as possible!" He smiles.
"Why thank you, young gentleman. You're just like your father!"
"Is Samantha coming too?" He giggles.
"Where ever I go, Sam goes." You laugh at your step-son, tickling him.
How ironic you and Jared would name your baby 'Sam'.
"So momma Gen is coming too?"
"Mhmm," you smile. "Hey and guess what! Daddy's cooking bacon and eggs!"
"Yay!" The little boy cheered.
You proceeded to pick out a nice shirt for Thomas to wear on his first day of grade one. Plus a nice pair of pants to go with it. He changed immediately and raced you down over the stairs. You didn't run, afraid you'd slip, you are a clutz after all.
"Hey, Mr. Grade one!" Jared high fived Tom as he walked past.
"Hi, dad!" The little boy smiled.
Jared smiled towards you, "Do you mind running up and getting Shep too?"
"Nope, I don't mind!" You return the smile, as you turned around to head up over the stairs.
You reached Shep's room and entered quietly. He was solidly asleep, curled up in the fetus position with the blankets up to his neck. You pulled the blankets back and gave him a kiss.
"Mmm- hi mom." He yawned, putting his arms around your neck, as he did to most everyone. He pulled back and got down close to your stomach. "Hi, Sam!"
You took his hand and placed it on your stomach.
"Feel that? Sam likes it when you talk." You giggle.
Tom was too young to remember Gen's pregnancy with Shep. It's like a whole new experience, he was sad when Tom found out he was probably going to be in school when the baby was born.
"Stupid school." He had said.
Once Samantha stopped brutally kicking you, you hopped up, grabbing a nice t-shirt and jeans for Shep, helping him change, he jumped up in your arms and you brought him downstairs where you knew breakfast was ready. Quite frankly the smell of bacon made you sick. Tom laced into his, couldn't get enough of it! Shep was the same way, always wanted to be like his big brother. After breakfast Tom rushed to the bathroom, eager to brush his teeth.
"At least he's excited." You smiled toward Jared.
"You going to eat anything, sweetheart?" Jared worried.
"I'm not hungry Jared, I'll get something when I get back."
You were interrupted by a sweet little boy who needs help with the toothpaste. You helped Tom out, the Jared brought Shep out to brush his teeth.
"Alright, boys! Get your shoes on!" Jared exclaimed.
Both boys ran out to the front porch, Shep struggling to slip on his shoes whereas Tom had lace-ups, which he knew how (and was excited ) to tie them up. Surprisingly, it was rather chilly. Both boys pulled on their jackets, as well as you and Jared. Shep put his arms into the 'uppie' position. Wanting to be carried as well, Tom asked to be carried too.
As Jared was taking Shep up into his arms, he turned to Tom, "you're a big boy now Tom! You can walk, "he chuckled, "plus mom isn't feeling all that well."
"Okay." He huffed, scuffing his feet.
"Pick up your feet," Jared warned.
You four met Genevieve at the school.
"Hey, buddy!" She gave Tom a hug, "you already for school?"
He nodded, hugging her back.
"And how's my other lil' man?" She tickled Shep.
"Good momma." He smiled.
"How are you both this morning?" She turned to you and Jared.
"We're okay," Jared smiled, "Y/N still has some morning sickness."
"At thirty-two weeks? Good luck to ya." Gen smiled, giving you a hug as well.
The five of you entered the school. You found Tom's classroom and walked him down. Genevieve sat to the side with Shep in her arms, you and Jared sat right next to her. It was an information session, where is the parents have any questions on what their child will be learning, they can ask. Tom was more than happy to sit with some friends. He kept looking back to make sure you were all still there. In discomfort, you laid your head down on Jared's shoulder. You rubbed your swollen belly, nothing seemed to ease the pain.
"You okay?" Jared whispered.
"Yeah- yeah. Fine." You winced.
You wanted Tom to have a great day! Hoping Jared would leave it alone, you looked back over to Tom. You, Jared and Genevieve, had worries about Tom being bullied. Jensen and Danneel have the same worry for their little girl. Tom looked like he was having the time of his life!
"Now, if there are no further questions from parents, I'd like for the parents to say goodbye to their little boys and girls." Madame Murrin smiled.
Tom rushed over and hugged both you and Jared, the Genevieve and Shep.
Jared's POV
"Hey, little man! How was school?"
"It was pretty good." Tom smiled me while I buckled him into his seat. "Where's mom?"
"Momma Gen and Momma Y/N are at the house. With Shep and aunt Danneel."
Jensen met us out in the car with JJ in tow from kindergarten.
"How was it, princess?" I smiled at JJ.
"Good," she replied. "I wanted mommy there."
"Mom wasn't feeling well was she?" I frowned.
"The twins make her sickie all the time." JJ frowns towards me.
"Yeah, it sucks, aunt Y/N wasn't feeling great today either, the baby likes to kick her a lot." I chuckle getting into the car with Jensen.
We drove home and the kids told us all about their day! Exciting things happen it grade one and kindergarten, who knew kids threw erasers at each other.
{In honour of my second year in high school, Grade Eleven}
Being a teenager in high school isn't always easy. Especially when your both of your parents are popular actors in the tv and film industry. I'm Justice Jay Ackles, but my friends and family call me JJ. I'm fifteen and I'm going through some hefty teenage drama. I considered myself to be one of those cliche popular high school girls. My two best girlfriends, Jane and Hannah followed me around like I was their master and boys would drool as I walked past. My parents, Jensen and Danneel, didn't like the idea of me flaunting my stuff around the school in front of everybody. They wanted me to study hard, get good grades and get a good job, yadda yadda. Who needed brains when you had a hot body and a family with money? The only thing I was lacking my sophomore year, that every cliche high school chick had, was a boyfriend.
Then came Matthew Parker. The jock of Westwood High School. He's the star quarterback for our football team. He was dreamy and older, which made him even more hot and irresistible. He was a senior whereas I was only a sophomore. He asked me out at the beginning of that year. I said yes and that night, he took me out for dinner. Mom was neutral about me having a boyfriend. She didn't care as long as I was still focused on trying to do good in school and that I used protection if we had sex. Dad, on the other hand, was against me having a boyfriend. He told me on many occasions.
Throughout the course of a year, our relationship grew, but my dad's hatred for Matthew never seemed to falter.
"He's going to hurt you." Dad always said. "You're better off without him."
Mom would always say, "mind your own business, Jensen. She'll figure out what's best for her, on her own!"
Turns out, Dad was getting all his false information from Thomas Padalecki, a childhood friend of mine, or so I wanted to believe it was false. I knew Tom wouldn't intentionally try to hurt me, I mean we've been friends since I was born, for Christ's sake. Tom was a junior when I started dating Matthew and Tom's brother, Shep was a freshman. I'd see the two around the school and I'd wave, just to be nice. But every time I saw Thomas, I always thought about how he was telling my dad all those lies about my boyfriend.
It was coming close on final exam time. My grades and my attendance started slipping which sent up red flags for my parents. It was usual for teenagers to want to skip off and do some nasty things to their significant other behind the bleachers of the school's football field, but I wasn't going to tell my parents the truth about what I was really doing. Plus, Matthew asked me to be his prom date, so I had to worry about what dress I was going to wear and how I was going to style my hair.
"It's that boyfriend of hers. I told you to break up with him, JJ!" Dad grumbled. "You never listen to anything I say, even though all I'm trying to do is protect you."
I hated when he got like this. It was like he was trying to control my life.
"You're grounded, Justice Jay. You haven't studied for one goddamn test since you met Matthew!"
The back of my throat burned as I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Jensen." Mom gasped.
"Don't Jensen me. I'm sick and tired of this. If she wants to have a boyfriend, she needs to be responsible about it and study for her tests. Once you have your education, no one can take it away from you. But boys... Boys, on the other hand, will break your heart." Dad barked.
Dad left for Vancouver the next day and I missed that same day of school due to a bad migraine, brought on the night before from all the yelling at me and all the crying I did. That night I heard Mom on the phone.
"Oh my god, Gen." Mom gasped. "Did you take him to the hospital?"
I couldn't really hear what Auntie Gen was talking about on the other end of the phone call, but it sounded like one of the boys was hurt. It made me upset to think about Tom or Shep being hurt, but instead of confronting mom about my feelings, I went straight back to bed. All this happened yesterday, the day from hell. But today was a new day. I got up super early to make myself look presentable. I was nonstop texting Matthew yesterday. He was really worried when I told him I was sick and that I didn't need him to pick me up. That reassured any doubt my father was putting in my head about my relationship with Matthew. He was a sweet boy and no one could tell me different. Matthew greeted me with a kiss and opened up the car door for me. We spoke as he drove us to school and caught me up on everything that happened yesterday while I was out. I held his hand as we walked into school.
"I'm going to head into the gym for a bit before class. Throw some ball with a couple of friends." Matthew pressed a kiss against my forehead.
"Okay, you know where I'll be." I smile, kissing his cheek.
I headed off to my locker when I saw Tom. His locker was just down the hallway from mine. He glanced over at me as he was shutting his locker door and quickly turned away when he knew I was looking. Tom's left eye was as black as the leggings I put on this morning. I dropped my book bag by my locker and started calling out to Thomas. The closer I got to him, the faster he started darting away from me.
"Tom! Slow down! What happened to you?"
"Nothing for you to worry about, JJ." He sighed as I cut out in front of him. "I'll be fine."
"Jesus, who hit you?" I worried, reaching up to caress his cheek.
As soon as my hand made contact with his cheek, he pulled away from me. He immediately pulled his long, dark hair down over his eye so nobody else would notice it as much.
"Nobody you know, J," Tom whispered. "Just let it go."
Within that minute, my heart started to race. I totally forgot about Matthew and all I wanted to do was hold Tom in my arms and kiss all his pain away. But then I snapped back to reality. I had a boyfriend and I wasn't supposed to be thinking about other guys like that.
"Fine." I sighed. "I guess you're right."
I too pulled away and headed back towards my locker. I grabbed my books for the classes I had that morning. No matter how hard I tried, I thought about Tom. Tom was always such a quiet and smart kid. I wondered who would want to hurt him. Literally, no one came to mind. At lunch, I sat with Matthew on my right and my two friends across from us.
"So, I heard that Tom kid is getting abused by his parents and that's why he got a black eye." One of my girlfriends, Jane piped up.
"Tom's mom and dad are literally the sweetest people on the planet. You better watch what you say around some people because I've known Tom all my life. Aunt Gen and Uncle Jared would never do that to anybody." I hissed.
Some people could be so hurtful and oblivious to what's going on around them. I don't know how many times I've told Jane and Hannah that Tom is a childhood friend but they still have the nerve to say stuff like that around me?
"Shhh, it's okay, JJ... I'm sure whoever did that to your friend just... misunderstood." Matthew rubbed my back.
"That friend of mine has a name. It's Tom." I gave Matthew a glare.
That night, Tom was still on my mind. I couldn't wrap my head around why someone would do that to him. I was scrolling through Instagram while I was supposed to be studying when I saw a post from one of my friends. It was a repost from a girl that I didn't even follow and It was a picture of her and Matthew captioned, "My forever and always. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Matthew Parker."
I immediately stormed out of my room.
"Mom!" I called out. "I gotta ask Tom some questions about homework, I'll be back soon."
I never even heard her response before I walked two minutes down the road and pounded on aunt Gen's front door. When Tom answered, I showed him the picture.
"Did you know about this? It's all over Instagram!"
Tom took a deep breath, "Why do you think I was telling your dad all that stuff. I never wanted to hurt you- I guess I should've told you when I first found out. I'm sorry, JJ."
"Did he do that to you?" I pointed to Thomas' black eye.
Tom hesitated before nodding yes.
"Oh my god! I can't believe this! I've been dating him for a year now and he's been cheating on me? I owe so many people an apology, starting with you first. I'm really, really sorry Tom. You should've come to me. Made me believe you, Thomas. Now you're hurt. Because of me."
I let my head hang as Tom started to talk. All of my long, dirty blonde hair fell down around my face, hugging it like a sweater. My cheeks were blood red and as hot as lava. Tears spilt out over my eyes and onto my cheeks, they ran down and dropped into my hair.
"No, no. Not because of you. I went to Matthew and I told him if he was going to be cheating on you like that, that he should just end things with you. I told him that you were too sweet and too innocent to be cheated on and that's when he punched me. I never told anybody that. I told mom that a kid at school wanted my homework and he punched me when I said no." Tom explained.
I hugged Tom tightly.
"Thank you." I sobbed.
Today was the day that I realized I loved Thomas Padalecki. Today was the day I realized Matthew blinded me for one whole year from who I was really supposed to be with. And, I know, it sounds corny and stupid, but it was the truth. They say teenagers don't really know what love is. But I knew one thing, I loved Thomas. He was the one who subtly tried to tell me Matthew wasn't right for me. He was the one that went directly to Matthew. He was the one who took a punch for me. He was the one that was holding me now, while I was sobbing on his front step. I didn't see Matthew, star quarterback, the star player on the field and off the field, doing that for me while we were together.
"Come over? I got a lot of cramming to do for my Chem exam tomorrow." I sniffed, pulling away and wiping my tears.
"Of course. You know that I'm always here to help you." Tom kissed my forehead.
Jared- You woke up to the sweet smell of bacon frying in the pan. Hearing it sizzle. You heard music playing from out in the kitchen, It was your favorite song... (I Can't Help) Falling In Love With You by the king of rock himself! Fitting for the day. It was February 14th, 2018! You and Jared have been married for six months now and you couldn't be happier! You pulled on one of his shirts and made your way out to the kitchen.
"Morning sleepy head!" Jared smiled as you ran your hands through your greasy hair.
"God... I need a shower." You muttered. "Morning!"
He looked up from the bacon.
"I'm almost finished cooking, you take a seat princess!"
Once he finished he sat across from you and he couldn't contain his happiness. It was your first Valentine's Day as a married couple! He handed you a slice of toast with jam, three pieces of bacon, some scrambled eggs, Orange juice and a cup of tea.
"You really went all out this morning, huh?" You giggled at Jared.
"Of course I did!" He smiled big. "It's our first Valentine's Day together, married, and I wanted to make it special for you!"
Jared got up and he went to the living room, He returned with his hands behind his back, holding something. He pulled out a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates.
"I know you're not a very 'over the top person' ... so I got you these!"
You took the flowers from his hands and pressed them up against your nose. You took a big sniff of them and smiled in response.
"How did I ever deserve a guy like you?" You giggled as Jared caressed you face with one hand and pressed his lips against yours.
Jensen- Jensen was taking you out for supper. At a romantic restaurant! You wore a red lace dress, that stopped at 3/4 of the way down your legs. For footwear, you put on high heeled ankle boots. You held a red clutch in your hand and your hair was put back in a french braid. You couldn't wait to see what Jensen had planned! He knocked on the bathroom door, where you were finishing the final touches on your make up.
"Ready when you are, babe." A smile crept across his face.
You opened the door and his jaw dropped.
"Oh please... You're overreacting and you'll catch flies!" You patted his cheek and brushed past him taking a step down the stairs.
You looked back teasingly as he turned around. He opened the front door for you once you put your coat on. Then, being the gentleman he is, he opened the car door for you too. You two pulled up to a fancy restaurant. You thought 'how is he going to afford this place?' Then you stopped to think again... 'Oh wait never mind! I married Jensen Ackles!' While you were waiting to be seated, Jensen placed wet kisses on your forehead and down on your cheek, which continued down to your neck and shoulders.
"Jensen..." You half moaned, blushing when a waiter approached you two.
Once you were seated and eating food, another waiter delivered a bouquet of roses to your table. They had a card attached to them. It read "I never want to live a day without you, You're my one and only. Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N! Love Jensen." You gave him the biggest smile and pressed your lips against his.
"Thank you Jensen. This has been the best night." You smiled, placing your hand at the base of his neck, pulling him closer to you.
Misha- When you woke up, your bed was empty.
"Misha?" You called out.
He was no where to be found.
"Misha?" You called again, pulling your silk house coat around your bare body.
You tied it loosely as you carefully walked down the stairs.
"Where are you...?" You mumbled to yourself quietly.
Downstairs, you heard the front door open and close again. What was he doing going out at eight o'clock in the morning on Valentine's Day? It was cold in your house. February wasn't exactly the warmest.
"Oh hey! You're up!" Misha smiled.
"Yeah, no thanks to you! I got cold baby, where'd you go?"
"To get a little something for you." He chuckled.
You wondered what it was. And why it was so important at eight o'clock in the morning. You finished walking down the stairs. Your feet met the cold tile in the entry way of your house.
"Misha... baby? Can we go back to bed?" You yawned.
"Sure... If you don't want your surprise present!" Misha whistled.
"But I want my presents!" You whined.
Misha took out a blindfold and placed it over your eyes. He led you out to the living room and sat you down on the couch. Misha really loved the element of surprise, and he used it on you quite regularly. You played with the blindfold but Misha swatted at your hands.
"Hang on, woman."
When you took off the blindfold you seen a life sized teddy bear sitting next to you with hearts all over him. You smiled when you seen the card and you had even started crying.
"Actually, I have a gift for you too." You smiled, running up to your bedroom and grabbing a long, skinny, red velvet box.
When you returned you handed the box to Misha. His reaction was priceless.
"I'm going to be a dad!" He looked up from the box smiling at you.
"Congratulations, proud papa!"
He pressed his lips against yours and showered you with kisses!
"We're going to be parents!"
Mark- Mark surprised you with a homemade dinner. When he was home, he was an excellent cook!
"Mmmhm. Turkey! Babe, you didn't have to slave over it all day! I could have helped!" You smiled, taking your seat at the table.
"No, dear, it's okay!" A smile made its way across his face as he placed a plate in front of you. "Eat up."
The kids had gone to their grandpa's for the time being, so you and Mark could have the day alone!
"This is perfect, Mark!" You dug into your meal.
Sam- "I'm sorry that I'm missing it, okay? I am." Sam sighed into his phone.
"Sam it's a hunt. I'll be okay! We can celebrate when you get back." You frowned.
At least he couldn't see your facial expressions. You were honestly heart broken. You broke your foot two weeks ago and Sam made you stay at the bunker. He didn't intend on being that long. He planned on being home for Valentine's Day. But duty calls and lives needed saving.
"I'll be back as soon a possible, okay?"
"Okay." You sniffed, hoping Sam wouldn't notice that you had started to cry a bit.
The one thing you wanted this Valentine's Day was to be with your sweetheart... and he was in a town four states over. ~ It was late and you had went to bed, But at nearly three o'clock in the morning, you woke up to a pair of lips being pressed against yours. Instinctively, you moaned into the kiss, and pressed against the dark figure more and more.
"Sam..." You smiled. "I thought you were working a case?"
"I couldn't leave my baby girl alone on Valentine's Day!" He smiled big pressing more kisses against your lips as he reached for the lamp.
Once he turned on the lamp, you seen a single rose, with heart shaped chocolates tied to it. As well, taped to the stem, was a petite envelope. on the front, which was decorated with stenciled hearts, read your name. You sat up on the bed, making room for Sam to sit down. He handed you the rose.
"It's beautiful, Sam!" You smiled, opening the card.
Inside the card, something fell out.
"Sam, you never!" An even bigger smile crept across your face.
It brought out a smile on his too.
"Tickets to see (your favorite artist) perform live? In Canada!" You wrapped your arms around him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"You're welcome baby. I love you, and for once, I want you to be extremely happy and monster free."
"This means a lot Sam." you breathed heavily, muttering between the kisses Sam was planting on your lips.
Dean- You and Dean were headed to Rochester, New York for a case when the snow hit hard. The conditions were worsening the more you drove. When it got to the point where visibility hit zero percent, Dean couldn't go any further.
"This is not how I planned our Valentine's Day going..." Dean sighed.
"We could always make out in the back of the impala!" You suggested.
For once, Dean wasn't in total agreement with you.
"I wanted this Valentine's Day to be more than just sex, Y/N." He sighed, smoothing his hands through his hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry... Why the mood change?" You half chuckled, half grumbled.
"Never mind." He mumbled. "It's nothing now."
"What did you have planned, sweetheart?" You scooted over to the middle of the seat in the impala. "Are you sure we can't have sex? 'Cause I'm horny."
"... It's nothing now." He sighed.
You could sense Dean wasn't in the mood and you didn't quite know why. But you planned on finding out.
"Dean, baby... It's not nothin'... What's wrong?"
"I had dinner reserved at this really nice place for us, and now we're not going to make it in time." He sighed. "This day really meant a lot for me... to make you happy. It's almost like a 'get out of jail free card' for all the times I put you through hell."
"You've never put me through... hell per-say."
"Oh yeah? 'Cause the last time I almost got killed you said 'it was that same feeling'." He frowned.
"Dean, honey, I-I'm sorry." I sighed, laying my head on his shoulder.
"I-it's okay." He reaches into the back of the impala. "I was going to give you this at dinner, but considering we're stuck on the side of the highway in a fucking blizzard... there's no better time!"
You unwrapped a box of chocolates, then a beautiful necklace.
"Wow, Dean! This is very nice!" You smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"Don't thank me yet! Open up the card!" He chuckled, his mood coming around.
You smiled, opening up the card, which had a big paragraph written on the inside. It was signed "Love Dean". There was also a gift card on the inside.
"You didn't have to do this!"
"What are you talking about? Of course I did!"
You opened up the gift card and it read "Victoria Secret" in pink letters on the black card. You flipped over the card to see the digits one, five and a zero written on it.
"Dean! A $150 Victoria Secret card! You're the best! What am I going to do with all that?"
"That stuff is expensive! It won't get you very much." He half chuckled but pressed his lips against yours. "Happy Valentine's Day, hot stuff!"
Castiel- Cas didn't really understand Valentine's Day. Before Cas, you've never really had a reason to celebrate. After your dad got sick, you moved in with your parents to help him out. You woke up pretty early. Cas wasn't there. But then again he doesn't need sleep. You pulled your bath robe around your body and slipped into your slippers.
"Cas?" You yawned. "Cas baby?"
"Good morning, Y/N." He said properly. "Did you know, that on this day, 1,740 years ago, St. Valentine was beheaded."
"Well thanks for that little piece of info, Cas." You yawned. "I was thinking that maybe we could do something romantic today!"
"Why today?" He cocked his head at you. "Why not any other day?"
"Cause today is a day to celebrate love! It's Valentine's Day!" You wrapped your arms around Castiel's shoulders.
"I don't know what you find 'romantic' about someone being beheaded back in the year, 277..."
"Cas, the way the story goes is that St. Valentine was one of the first guys to have multiple wives... I think. Anyways us 'humans' celebrate this day with their loved one." You pressed a kiss against his cheek.
"So what do we do on this... Valentine's Day?"
"Whatever... we can cuddle, or we can go shopping?"
Cas smiled back at you. Later on that day, Castiel took your shopping. He handed you a little bit of money to keep yourself occupied while he snuck off to get you a gift. The angel had been doing some light reading on Valentine's Day and realized that couples gave gifts to each other. Cas didn't really know what to get you for Valentine's, but he made do! He got you a pandora charm bracelet! Castiel also got you a card with cute little love poems all over it and inside was a gift card for your favourite store. You gave Cas a big hug and kiss.
"Here look, I have a little something for you too!" You smiled, rubbing up to your room and grabbing a plushie.
"I've had it for a while..." You giggled, pulling the plushie out from behind your back. "He's an angel... reminds me of you!"
"He does!" Cas laughed.
You two kissed again.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N!"
"Happy Valentine's Day, Cas!" You murmured against his lips.
Crowley- "Hello, Darling." Crowley's gruff voice sounded throughout the room.
"Morning, babe." You yawned, pulling the blankets up over your chest.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" He said more enthusiastically than usual.
"Oh... it's Valentine's Day?" You chuckled nervously.
"Yeah." Crowley grumbled. "It is. You forgot didn't you?"
You nodded yes.
"I'm so sorry, baby! I'll cook you something for breakfast." You offered, sitting up, ready to face the day.
"No, no. Never mind that. I hired a chef for for the whole day!" Crowley took a seat next to you and made you lie back on the bed. "Today, you will have breakfast in bed."
"Such a gentleman." You grinned. "Thank you, baby."
"And also, for you," he handed you a box with a card taped to it. "A gift. From yours truly."
You took the gift from Crowley. You took off the card and opened that first. It was short and sweet, Crowley's style. Next you opened the box. It was a diamond necklace, matched with a pair of diamond stud earrings.
"My god, Crowley! These are beautiful!" You smiled, running your fingers over the necklace.
"I'm glad you like them." He smiled. "Those jewelers are probably running around with their tails between their legs looking for this."
"You stole it?" You gasped. "Honestly it's not a surprise."
"I don't need to pay for it if I'm the king of hell!" He boomed.
"Okay, get down off your high horse there, mister." You giggled. "I love you so much. I'm sorry that I forgot."
"Don't Be Sorry, dear. We'll have many more Valentine's Days together." He pressed a long and passionate kiss on your lips.
A childhood friend of Sam Winchester's, you knew he was the one. You re-met the love of your life back in that dingy bar in Topeka, Kansas. Only for Dean, Sam wouldn't have gone to the bar that night. Ever since Jack, Cas, Mary, Kelly and Crowley, Sam just hasn't felt the same and he sure as hell knew that Dean was different too. A hunter yourself, you heard about the infamous Winchester's. Every hunter knew about Lucifer's nephilium by now. Sam worried that you might want to kill Jack. But as soon as you met the boy, you fell completely in love. Jack was so innocent. You wanted to dive right into the apple pie life with Sam. You wanted to help him raise Jack. You wanted to help teach the half Angel, half human right from wrong. You knew that Sam would lead the way when it came to these things. He was a natural at everything! If it weren't for Dean and John, you and Sam would've been together long ago. Just fourteen years old, you didn't quite know what love was. But nonetheless, Sam was your first kiss.
"I'm not gonna give you up for a second time, Y/N." Sam murmured, kissing you long and slow, referencing the time John and Dean cause you to leave them.
When you pulled away, you smiled up at Sam. The damp motel room smell hit you like a ton of bricks, but yet, you still smiled, because when you were with Sam- nothing else mattered. Dean walked to a bar and Jack stayed home, at the bunker. Sam slipped on his shoes and tugged on your hand.
"Come outside with me." He grinned, grabbing the keys to the impala.
You smiled, following him out into the dark night. Sam parked the impala out of the grass and opened up all the doors. He turned on the radio, your favorite song blasting through the speakers, Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran. You smiled, kicking off your shoes, letting the grass shoot up between your toes.
"Dance with me!" You exclaimed.
Sam kicked off his shoes too, feeling the grass tickle his feet as he joined you. There was not a cloud in sight as you two danced underneath the bright stars. You and Sam got to talking, soft enough that you could still hear the music.
"Oh please, I'm a mess, Sam." You giggled.
Sam pressed a kiss against the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you a little tighter as you both swayed to the music.
"Darling, you look perfect tonight." He said underneath his breath.
You and Sam had been through thick and thin together. You had been beaten and broken, but you pulled through each and every time, which is why Sam believes that you're a stronger woman than he's ever met one before you. It was a common dream for any hunter, just to live in peace, no monsters, the apple pie life, as Dean would call it. Throughout your late night talks, you had uncovered many secrets about the other person. After a while, your conversation ended up turning to kids. It was a common dream of yours and Sam's. To have kids and to raise them with the one you loved. Just for shits and giggles, you pulled out one of your favorite dresses from the back of your closet. It was a skin tight black dress with an open back. It pushes your breasts together and it carefully caressed your ass.
"I haven't wore you in forever." You nonchalantly spoke to the dress.
You put it on and done a little twirl in front of the mirror. You heard a prominent wolf whistle from behind you, and when you glanced back, there was Sam, checking you out from head-to-toe.
"My oh my." He smiles, licking his lips. "How did I manage to get you?"
Sam took your smaller hand into his and spun you around again, then pulled you close enough to kiss you softly. He lead you outside of the bunker to a small patch of grass. You two had made it a regular thing to just kick off your shoes and let the music move you! You held hands as you danced under the clean, bright sky. It was starting to get cold and brisk.
"I don't deserve you." He muttered against your skin. "You're so perfect, Y/N. You deserve so much more than I can give you!"
"Sam, no. I love you for you and you deserve me, you really do!"
Sam held you tighter each time he swayed, this time it was only to the music inside your heads. You felt over dressed for this simple occasion, but Sam didn't seem to care. On several other occasions, you and Sam would take advantage of your down time and head outside, just the two of you, under the cloudless skies and thousands of starts. As it started to get colder, Sam used to hold you closer and closer.
"I love you," Sam cooed, pressing a kiss against your lips.
You smiled, kissing Sam back and cuddling closer to him. The grass tickled your feet as you danced with your lover, his arms wrapped tight around your body.
"I love you too." You looked up at Sam with big eyes.
"You're an angel, Y/N. You know that? You're my guardian angel. You keep me on my toes and out of trouble. Thank you for being such an amazing woman." Jared grinned.
"Oh please." You blushed. "Oh whatever, Cas is our guardian angel and you know that."
"Yes! I am your guardian angel." Cas's low, gruff voice emerged from behind you.
"Oh Jesus!" You jumped. "Cas you really gotta stop doing that! And keep your nose out of our business!"
