@youngjusticeimaginesus Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Jensen x daughter!reader oneshot where he finds out the her bio mother passed away and when he tells her she breaks down into tears even though shes not sure why cause they were never very close. But nonetheless he comforts her and validates her. And him and Danneel were getting ready for a date but both decide not to go and instead stay and watch movies with their daughter?
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Warnings: death, emotions
Jensen hung up the phone with a blank look on his face. Daneel searched his stare for emotion.
“What’s wrong?”
Seeing that he was unable to form sentences, she guided him from their closet where they were picking out their clothes for the day onto a couch in their room.
“Hey, talk to me.” She remained in his line of vision.
“Umm,” he collected his thoughts. “YN’s mom passed away.”
“Wait, what?” Daneel gasped. Although they weren’t the best of friends, Danneel had an amicable relationship with her step-daughter’s mother. Now she is gone.
“What? How? Huh?” Danneel was now short for words, herself.
“I need a minute.” Jensen stood quickly and walked out of the room. Danneel was left with no information and no way to help her husband. A few minutes later, Danneel was in the kitchen when he walked back into the house. She saw dried tears on his face. He stopped a few feet from her.
“She was killed in a car accident today. They want me to come identify her body.”
“Oh, Jensen!” Danneel ran to him and wrapped herself around him, making herself as big as she could, even though he was much taller than his wife.
“Yeah. Look, I need to go so that they can get the process started, however all this works. YN should be home from practice in a few hours, so don’t say anything yet.”
“Absolutely. Do you need me to go with you?”
“No. Thank you.” He kissed her head and cleared his throat. “I’ll be back.”
Jensen got through the process as quickly as possible, identifying his daughter’s mother and leaving the building before he had time to realize what he was doing. He arrived home, going through the motions, realizing he didn’t know how he got back to his own house. Jensen checked his phone when he heard it ding once he parked in the driveway.
Danneel
She’s home.
Jensen
Okay. :(
“Hey, princess.” Jensen hugged his daughter when he entered the kitchen.
“Hey, Da-” When she looked up at his face, she stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“Honey,” Jensen took her hand and guided her to a chair at the table. “I got a call about your mom.”
“I just saw her for my weekend visit? What’s up?”
“I got a call from the city. She was in a car accident.”
“Uhhh…” YN rang her hands.
“She didn’t make it, baby.”
“You’re lying!” She shrieked at her father and pushed him away. Stomping up the stairs, Jensen watched her go out of view.
“I’m sorry about our date night, but I can’t leave her.” Jensen searched out his wife on the bottom floor of the house.
“We are absolutely NOT going out tonight on our date. She needs us, no need to apologize.”
Jensen made his way to YN’s room.
“Honey?” He knocked and opened the door.
“I’m okay.” She was huddled in the corner of her bed with her comfort items in her arms.
“It's okay if you’re not. Let’s not worry about that right now though. Would you like me to hold you?”
YN started crying for a second time, as evident by her red, swollen eyes. Climbing into his lap as he sat on her bed, she nodded.
“Come here.” Jensen cradled her as she shook.
Keep it together, Jensen. Keep it together, he told himself.
“Dee and I are right here, you aren’t alone, kiddo.” He kissed the part in her hair as she continued to sob.
Summary: YN Padalecki has to step up when her dad is hurt.
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“Why isn’t he picking up?” YN paced while groaning. She had texted her dad many times that day for various reasons and had not heard back.
All of a sudden, her phone rang, and it her dad’s face displayed on the screen.
“Dad, where have you been, I’ve been try-” she was interrupted.
“He was in a car accident, and he asked me to call you. Your dad is fine, but he asked that you come to the scene. My name is Marcus Train, and I am an EMT.”
“Oh.” YN absorbed the information. “Where is the accident? I’ll will be right there.”
“On Sixth and Mary, in front of Torchy’s Tacos, miss.”
“Be there in 20.” YN thought about her mom and how she was on a camping trip. No cell service. Great. Time to adult, YN.
Jensen called YN until she picked up.
“Have you heard from you da-”
“He was in an accident,” YN answered. “He’s okay though. At least that is what the EMT said. I’m driving to get him.”
“Oh, crap. You alright, kid?”
“Yep. Gotta go, call you later.”
“Love you,” Jensen responded and hung up.
YN tapped the wheel as she parked on the street a block from the police lights and sirens.
“Excuse me! Marcus Train called me? That’s my dad!” YN shouted over the city sounds. “Dad!” She waved. Jared looked up slowly and smiled but winced, reaching up to hold his face. An EMT discouraged him from doing so based on the body language.
“Let her through!” YN barely heard a voice in the distance. She ducked under the tape and ran to her dad.
“Hey, baby,” Jared whispered. “I’m okay,” he reassured her. “Where’s Mom?”
“Camping, remember? Your face looks bruised. Does he need to go to the hospital?” YN turned to an EMT nearby.
“No, we have looked him over. He is cleared to go home once he is feeling a little bit better.”
“Okay, thank you. I’m going to call Uncle Jensen. He hadn’t heard from you either, and he was worried.”
“I’ll call him. Give me your phone.”
“Sir, please rest your mouth. Your jaw is very irritated from the airbag.” The EMT stepped into Jared’s view.
“I got it, Dad. Be right back,” she calmed the situation. Calling Jensen, she updated him on Jared’s injuries.
YN took her dad home where Jensen met them.
“Can you walk behind him in case he gets wobbly?” YN asked Jensen as the exited the vehicle.
“Of course.” He nodded. “Hey, bud. How are ya?”
“Before you get too far into that conversation, the EMT dude says he needs to rest and not talk much.” YN looked to Jensen.
“RIght. Let’s get you settled.” Jensen reached into the car to grab Jared’s items in a bag that included the shirt the EMTs had to cut off his top half. He handed the bag to YN before ushering the taller man inside. “Where do you want to crash, man?”
“I don’t think I can do the stairs, maybe the first floor guest bedroom next to the movie room?” Jared whined, feeling pain all over his face.
“Got it.” Jensen agreed. “Did they clear you to sleep yet?” He looked from Jared to YN who trailed behind the men.
“No concussion, thankfully. EMT said it was fine.” YN nodded.
“Awesome. Call your mom, tell her he is home and safe, yeah?” Jensen kept his eyes on Jared but was talking to YN. “Bad cell service, but try anyway.”
“Dad,” YN walked into Jensen and Danneel’s master bedroom with a quiet voice.
He knew that softness.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he turned around from the bed, throwing his wallet on the side table. “What’s wrong?” Jensen noted her tired eyes.
“I am so tired.” YN slumped into the room. Jensen opened his arms to her. He accepted her body into his chest and put his head on top of hers.
“Should you go to bed early?”
“Not that kind of tired, Dad.”
He sat down on the couch and patted it. She nestled into him again.
“What do you mean?” Jensen stroked her back.
“I’m twenty, I have a full time job, I am an essential employee, and we are in the middle of something no one has been through before. And on top of all that, I’m the one everyone turns to for help because of my job.” YN sighed.
It hit him. She was grown. And it scared him. YN had true adult worries, and she was turning to him to make it better. He felt her grip his unbuttoned flannel and lean into his Henley.
“I’m so sorry, sweetie.” Jensen said, defeated. “I didn’t realize how much this was affecting you.”
“Dad, I can’t even breathe half the time.”
“What do you mean? Do you need to go to the doctor?”
“I… kind of went to the doctor already.” YN looked up at him. He cocked his head. “I was having panic attacks. The doctor gave me some anti-anxiety medication.” She leaned into his chest again.
“You have anxiety? Why didn’t you tell us that you were struggling?” Jensen raised his voice, sounding angry. YN recoiled. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He leaned away from her to read her face. YN couldn’t look at him. “Hey,” Jensen tried to get her attention. His daughter stood and ran out of the room. “YNN,” Jensen whispered after she left. He heard her door close down the hall. “Damn.”
An hour later, YN walked into their movie room.
“Daddy?” YN whispered. He turned to her.
“Baby, I didn’t mean to-”
“I know. I just didn’t have the words to tell you. So I wrote this.” YN handed him a letter. “Clif-notes is that yes, I have anxiety. I’m fine, I’m just stressed out.”
“Come here.” Jensen brought her to sit in the recliner next to him. “I didn’t know you were under so much stress.”
“No offense, Dad, but you’re not working.”
“I’m not, you’re right. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Everyone is under stress right now no matter their situation. Why should I tell everyone my problems?”
“Well,” Jensen chuckled. “I’m not everyone. I’m your dad. I’m never too stressed for you. I’ll be fine. You know you don’t have to do that job though, right? I can support you until you get into a better environment.”
“Dad, that would be great, but I need to do this. I don’t want to quit, I’m just stressed, that’s all.”
“PLEASE, for the love of all things, tell me the next time you don’t feel good.” Jensen wrapped an arm around her.
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“Try listening rather than talking. It works wonders.”
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“Jensen,” his manager said on the phone. “I have a job I think you might be interested in-”
“No, I told you, this summer is mine. My kids are busy which means I am busy.”
“But this is a really good opportunity-”
“Try listening rather than talking. It works wonders.” Jensen growled into the phone. “You have me lined up for three other jobs in the next year. Stop bugging me this summer. You’ve done your job and I appreciate it, but please stop.”
“Fine, fine,” she sighed. “See you in a few weeks at dinner.”
Series warnings: cussing, mention of recent rape, emotions, divorce, cheating, angry teenager, drug use
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Series summary: Reese Ackles loves her parents, but she doesn’t understand why they don’t get along anymore.
AN- This is NUTS! Danneel comes into the story later. Grab your tissues, it’s going to be a wild ride!
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“Hi, Daddy!” Theresa, aka Reese, ran into Jensen’s arms. “You’re home early!”
“Hi, Reesy! Come here!”
“I missed you, Daddy.”
“I missed you too.”
“Is Jared here?” Reese looked up at Jensen expectantly.
“No, he knew I needed my snuggle bug, so he went home.” Jensen dropped his stuff by the door and walked into the living room with his daughter wrapped around him. “You wanna watch a movie?”
“YES!”
“Hi, Mr. Ackles. Wasn’t expecting you til tomorrow,” the nanny walked into the living room.
“Hi, Skye. Yeah, we ended early. Weather didn’t cooperate. Take the night off, I need to have some time with my girl,” he guided Reese to the couch.
“Yes, sir. Bye, boo. See ya, kiddo.” Skye walked toward her casita on the back of the property.
“Bye, Skye-Skye!” Reese waved as she snuggled into the couch. “Where’s Mommy?”
“Should be home from work soon, I think. You know she doesn’t get home til later.”
“I want her to watch the movie with us!”
“Maybe she will, baby. I am going to change into my pajamas before we start the movie. Choose one for me, okay?” He grinned. She returned his expression and ran toward the cabinet.
“Okie, Daddy!”
Jensen grabbed his things from the ground by the door and ran up the stairs. As he was changing, he heard the door squeak open. Jensen quickly pulled his pants up, thinking Reese had followed him up the stairs.
“Hey, Jay,” his wife sighed, indifferent.
“Hi, honey. How was your day?” He went to hug her when she turned away from him and dumped her things into a chair.
“Fine.”
“You want dinner? Skye left us some food from yesterday in the fridge.”
“No, I had a business dinner. I’m going to bed.”
Jensen watched as she quickly took her makeup off and closed the door between the bedroom and ensuite bathroom. When she came out, she was in her pajamas.
“What? You just got home. The munchkin wants to see you, and we were going to watch a movie.”
“I’m tired, Jensen. Can you shut the door behind you?” Jensen watched her climb into bed.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Goodnght, Jay.” She turned the light off.
Reese stood in the doorway.
“Is Mommy coming?”
“No, baby. She’s tired. It’s just us tonight.”
“Does Mommy not like me?”
Jensen’s head snapped down to look at his daughter.
“No, don’t ever think that. Come on, I still have to make our popcorn!”
Jensen threw her over his shoulder and hid his gritted teeth, angry at his wife. He groaned from Reese landing on his shoulder, hurting his back. Making up for the mom’s lack of interest in their activities, he spoiled Reese with chocolate and popcorn, letting her stay up a little bit later than usual.
“Okay, bedtime, lovebug,” he whispered.
“Ungh,” she groaned, curling into her dad’s chest, wrinkling his shirt.
“I know, but you have school tomorrow, and I know you’re tired. You can sleep in your clothes, I don’t care.”
Reese grinned into his shirt.
“You like that idea?” Jensen chuckled. “Come on,” he slowly carried her upstairs to her room. “Goodnight, my sweet girl.”
“Nigh-night, Daddy,” she whispered back.
Jensen quietly walked into the master bedroom where he saw his wife sleeping soundly. He took his phone out of his pocket and plugged it in to charge on the bedside table.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispered, not expecting a response.
“You too, Jay.” She turned away from him without a loving gesture.
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The next day, Jensen woke up to Reese climbing on him.
“Good morning, sweet thing!”
“Hi, Daddy. It’s wake up time! You want to take me to school?”
He grew concerned. His wife never took their daughter to school since she had to leave early, but where was the nanny?
“Where’s Skye?”
“Making me pancakes! Can you take me to school? Please?” Reese settled next to him.
Jensen sighed.
“Sure, Reesy. Let’s get ready. Go change.”
“Yeah!” Reese scampered off. The dad chuckled to himself.
When he walked down the stairs after getting ready for the day, he saw the nanny standing in front of the stove.
“Can I have some pancakes?” Jensen asked.
“Well, you hired me, so I think I can do that,” Skye laughed. Becoming serious, she replied, “Yes, I can do that, Mr. Ackles.”
“Jensen. Call me Jensen,” he groaned. “We’ve been over this before, kid,” he told the twenty-three year-old.
“Mr. Ackles, no offense, but I address you like that because I respect you.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you felt so strongly. That’s fine, just love my kid. That doesn’t have to be so professional,” Jensen smiled.
“I’ve worked with you for two years. I love her dearly, you know that.”
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A few days later, Jared nudged Jensen’s shoulder. Jensen almost jumped out of his seat.
“Yeah?” Jensen turned in the makeup chair to look at his TV brother.
“You okay? Daydreaming?”
“Yeah, just thinking.”
“About…” Jared asked.
“Nothing. YN’s just growing up. She turns eight next week. We have our convention, so I won’t be home.”
“We’ve been over this before. You can’t focus on that. She’ll have a party, and you’ll be there.”
“I know. The life we live, I guess.” Jensen stood up slowly and gingerly walked toward the trailer door.
“DUDE! I didn’t hurt you that bad!” Jared laughed.
“Ran with Jason yesterday. Back is killing me.”
“Oh, yikes. Sorry, brother.”
“Yeah, I’ll get over it.”
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Jensen walked out of the master bedroom holding his left arm with his right. As he went into the movie room, he put his hands to his sides. Jared looked at him with a questioning expression and then asked what they were going to watch. His friend responded with a shrug.
“What has gotten into you? We were going to watch the game, a movie, Stranger Things, and every time, you don’t seem excited.” Jared leaned forward in his chair.
“What are you talking about?” Jensen crashed into the recliner next to his friend. “Choose something before I kick you out,” the older one grinned.
“You’re so passive these days. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, why are you so curious all of a sudden? Just turn something on already.”
“You’re acting weird, dude. Just- tell me if something’s wrong?”
“Will do, Moose. Now let’s watch something before I fall asleep.”
Weird.
As soon as they started their TV show, Reese came running into the room with a shriek. Both men sat up. Reese ran into her dad’s arms.
“What’s wrong?” Jensen pulled her close with urgency.
“Mommy was yelling into the phone. I could hear her from my room. What’s wrong? Did I do something bad?” The girl started sniffling.
“She’s on the phone? It’s really late.” Jensen looked at his watch.
11:00pm.
“Okay. Here. Hug Uncle Jared until I get back.” Jensen laid her on the younger man’s lap. She cried with uncertainty into her uncle’s flannel shirt. The dad exited the room and ran up the stairs.
“Babe?” Jensen walked into their room after seeing the light was still on. He thought she had gone to bed.
She gasped and put the phone behind her back.
“What are you doing? It’s late, and Reese heard you yelling. She’s crying on Jared’s lap. What’s wrong?” Jensen approached his wife to hug her, but she backed away. Jensen stopped and tilted his head at her odd reaction to his affection.
“Don’t worry about it, Jay. I’m fine. Just the underlings at work not doing their jobs,” she growled, defensive.
“What are they doing at the office this late?”
“They’re testing the system since no one is online at this hour, now can you leave?”
“What’s-”
“Just go, please,” she gritted her teeth.
“Oh. Okay. You look tired. I’ll get the kiddo to bed. You go rest.” He kissed her on the cheek before she could resist again and exited the room.
When he got downstairs, Reese was asleep in Jared’s arms.
“I got her,” Jared said before Jensen could reach for his daughter. “I’ll tuck her in.”
“Thanks, man.” Jensen clapped his hand on Jared’s back when he returned to watch the movie.
“Everything okay?”
“Not sure. Kelly has been acting weird. If this stuff keeps up, I’ll ask her, but I don’t know…”
“You both have been off.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, but can we finish this? I really want to see this, and my connection is down at my house.”
“You’re such a dufus, Jared. Yes, let’s watch it.”
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Jensen’s phone rang.
“Hello?’
Jensen heard gasping.
“Uh. Hello?”
After a few more gasps, Jensen heard, “Kelly Ann!” His eyebrows scrunched together.
His wife. The sounds increased. Jensen hung up. Climbing into his truck after dropping Reese off at school, he sat there for a moment, eyes burning with tears.
Jensen had the neighbor take Reese for the night. He needed to talk to Kelly. What was he going to say? How was he going to say it? Jensen cooked dinner for himself and waited for his wife to come home.
“Hi, Jay,” Kelly sighed, walking in the house. “Can I have some of that?” She peered over to his plate.
“You’re not going to be hungry after we talk. Sit down, please,” he stated, serious.
“Umm. What’s wrong?”
He saw her try to hide her secret, but her red cheeks gave her away.
“Kelly Ann,” he said plainly. “Is there a reason why I heard a man gasping your name from a butt-dialed phone call earlier today?”
“What?” Kelly’s face turned crimson.
“You haven’t been late because of work, and you weren’t talking to your underlings the other night. What will I find if I look at your call history? And let me guess, you butt-dialed me?”
Her face turned from red to a ghostly white.
“I don’t know wha-”
“Yes, you do. I figured it out. Now, since you decided to play games, I set up my own. You will tell Reese that you are not in love with me anymore, and you will move out. Or, you can gamble, since you like games, and see if I can ever forgive you. IF you stay, you will go with me to counseling so that we can fix this. If you choose not to work on our marriage, you can walk yourself through the front door with whatever you can gather in the next five minutes. And don’t you go running to Jared and Gen either. They already know,” Jensen seethed.
“What? Counseling? You want ME to tell Reese that we aren’t getting along? This is a two way street, HONEY.”
“You want a metaphor? Your car just crashed into mine in a head-on collision while I was in my lane. I’ve done everything I can to make you happy. We can pretend that everything is fine for Reese, but you get the guest bedroom. You gotta be up before her so that she doesn’t suspect anything. AND- we will be nice to each other. You’re an actor now too. Fake it. Fake that you didn’t just play sheet music with some shit guy who doesn’t care about your family. Get out of my sight.”
“I have so much dirt on you, Ackles! I will ruin Reese’s perception of you if you think-”
“You will not, because she has depended more on me than you lately. She knows she is my princess, and she also knows that you have not paid attention to her. Reese is not a bargaining chip, so leave her out of this!”
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Jensen walked into the makeup trailer. Shawn waited for him to take his SnapBack off. When he didn’t, she raised a brow at him.
“Uh, I gotta do your makeup, Jay. Can you take your hat off?”
“Right, sorry.”
“Your face looks puffy. Not enough sleep last night?”
“Kid was sick. She and the nanny flew up here so I could see her this week since I haven’t been home in a while.”
“Oh, that’s sweet. Let’s get you ready, huh? I’ll add a little concealer to hide those dark circles,” Shawn smiled softly.
“Ouch!” Jensen backed away out of reflex when she put the makeup brush on his face.
“What?” Shawn laughed. She saw the scared look on his face. “Sorry, Jay,” she pursed her lips. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine. Reese poked me near my eye yesterday. Hurt like hell.” He sighed. “Kids…”
“You got that right. Here, I’ll let you use your fingers and spread it underneath your eyes. Make it easier for you.”
“This stuff dries out my skin!” Jensen whined as he tried to wash the concealer off of his fingers.
“Big baby,” Shawn giggled. “Here,” she handed him a bottle of lotion. “It has no scent. Don’t worry.”
He opened the bottle and squirted some white stuff onto his pointer finger. After rubbing his hands together and covering his fingers with lotion, he took a deep breath.
“Better, drama queen?” Shawn raised a brow.
“I AM NOT a drama queen, okay?” Jensen growled playfully.
“Whatever. Go to wardrobe. They need you.”
He smiled.
“Thanks, Shaw. Appreciate it.” He kissed her cheek and walked down the trailer steps.
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Reese noticed that her mom and dad did not converse like they used to. As the days went by, Reese saw her mom withdraw. Kelly couldn’t fake it anymore. Jensen told her what she needed to do. The couple sat Reese down at the kitchen table. Kelly explained that she loved Reese very much, but she and Jensen didn’t love each other anymore. Reese confusedly asked what that meant.
“Mommy is going to live with Gram and Gramps. I’ll still see you lots, but Mommy won’t be living here anymore,” Kelly stated.
“You’re leaving? No, Mommy! You can’t! We have to bake cookies for Christmas! Remember? You promised!” Reese cried hard enough that she was shaking.
Jensen growled in Kelly’s ear, “You did that.” He nodded towards their daughter who stood up from her seat.
“No!” Reese ran in front of her mom’s chair and stopped. She started flailing her body, and she smacked Jensen in the nose, and Kelly in the thigh.
“Don’t react,” Jensen whispered, holding his nose. “Let her get it out.”
Kelly sat there, taking the blows with hands up to protect her face, not verbally reacting to her daughter’s actions.
Reese cried herself to sleep on the kitchen floor.
“I’m sorry,” Kelly turned to her husband.
“The consequences of your actions go far beyond just you, remember that.” Jensen took a deep breath. “Get out of my house.” Jensen picked up the little girl to take her to bed. “I’m done with how you’ve been treating both of us. You better be gone before I get back down here.”
“Jay-” Kelly tried to stop him.
“No. You made your choice. Get out.”
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One Month Later
“I hate you!” Reese threw her backpack on the ground and crossed her arms. “You made her move out!”
Jensen sighed as he rubbed his temples. He knew she didn’t mean it, but it still hurt.
“I want to see Mommy!”
“I’m about to drive you to go see her! Pick up your stuff!” The dad became impatient. Reese picked up her Barbie backpack and stamped her feet out to the car.
When they arrived at Reese’s grandparents’ house, she ran to the door and pounded on it with her little fists.
“Jensen,” his father-in-law greeted him. “She’s destroyed. Kelly feels really bad. It doesn’t excuse what she-”
“NOT in front of her, please.” Jensen ushered Reese into the house.
“You’re right. Sorry. We’ll see you in a few days.”
“Is she here?”
“Kelly? No. Had to work late.”
“Mhmm.” Jensen sighed, not believing the father. “I’ll be back to pick her up on Sunday. She has math homework to finish.”
“Got it. We’ll take care of it, promise.” Kelly’s dad offered a sad smile.
“Thanks.” Jensen turned and walked to his truck.
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“Hi, Daddy,” Reese huffed. She walked slowly to his truck so that he could take her back to the house.
“Not excited to see me?” Jensen frowned.
This sucks.
“I don’t like you. And I don’t like that Mommy lives somewhere else now. Do I have to go home with you? Mommy didn’t do anything,” Reese continued to walk toward the vehicle. Kelly walked up quickly behind her.
“Yes, go with your daddy. This is Mommy’s faul-”
“Baby, we don’t love each other anymore. We are friends, but friends don’t live together, Reesy.” Jensen interrupted his wife.
“Why can’t you love each other? You used to. It’s my fault. You can have all my presents! I’ll tell Santa!” Reese started crying.
“No, Reesy. Not your fault. This is Mommy and Daddy’s fault.” Jensen crouched down in front of her. He kissed her cheek. “Let’s go, sweet pea.” Jensen took her hand and lifted her into the back seat. “I’ll drop her off on Friday. I fly back to Vancouver Saturday.” He turned back to face his wife. Reese wiped her tears and slouched her shoulders while kissing her mom on the cheek.
“Love you, Mama.”
“Jensen-“
“Don’t. Let me get her buckled in first.”
Jensen lifted the girl into the back seat. He shut the passenger door and then turned to face his wife.
“Yes?”
“Let me come back home.”
“I’ve let you do too many things to me and our princess. No more.” He started to walk away when she slapped him across the face. Hard. Jensen froze. Keeping still as not to react in front of his daughter, he took a deep breath. Kelly turned to look at Reese, taken aback by her own actions. She saw Reese enthralled with Jensen’s phone on her lap.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Kelly shrieked.
“If only it were that easy to excuse behavior. You will not be near her any longer. She will not be exposed to your explosiveness, now excuse me.”
Jensen quickly left Kelly standing on the curb. A small raindrop hit her in the eye, startling her. When she ducked her head and turned to face the house, she saw her dad with mouth open and face white. Kelly quickly ran to him.
“I didn’t mean to slap him. I didn’t-“
“Get out of my house. An abuser is never welcome here.”
“You’ve been quiet since I have been home, sweetie.” Jensen caught his daughter walking by the entrance of his office. Reese stopped.
“I’m fine,” she answered her father.
“Ahem,” Danneel snuck up behind Reese. She raised an eyebrow at Reese’ lie. Jensen changed his gaze to Danneel.
“Fine, I have a question,” the daughter looked to Jensen.
“What’s that, kiddo?”
“Where’s my mom?” Reese walked to Jensen’s desk and sat across from him.
“That is a very intense story that I can’t tell you right now, sweetie.”
“What? Why?” Reese became defensive.
“I have to call the network, but I think it would be best if I told you in therapy. You up for going to my session tonight?”
“Umm. Yeah.”
“It’s going to be a hard conversation, okay? It’s not just a quick update kinda thing,” Jensen said seriously. “Oh, that’s me,” he looked down at his phone. “I need to take this, but I can talk in a few hours, okay, my love?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Reese exited the room with Danneel.
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“She wants me to tell her the whole story and where her mom is. I wanted to do that here so that you could help. Is that okay?” Jensen looked for validation in his therapist.
“I think that’s a great idea,” he replied. “We’ve seen each other for a while now, Reese. Both you and your dad have been some of my best clients. This is a hard conversation, but you’re practically an adult, so if you are ready, then let’s do this,” the doctor sighed.
“I guess. You’re scaring me though.”
“You’re safe, I promise,” Jensen soothed her.
“What does that mean? Were we not?”
“No, we were always safe. Remember we moved right after she left? That was so she couldn’t find us. Anyway, Grandpa kicked her out after…” he looked away from her. “After he saw Kelly hit me across the face.”
Reese gasped. She took his hand.
“It’s okay,” she smiled.
“Keep going, Jensen,” the doctor encouraged the father.
“We saw her a few years ago at the promenade, I just never pointed her out to you. Your mom had been drinking and used drugs. I heard it through some of our old friends and because her body looked tired and aged.”
“I met my mom and I never knew it?” Reese took in the information.
“I never let you go back to Gram and Gramps’ because they let her move back in, and I couldn’t have you around her if she was willing to slap me in front of you. You were in the car, looking away, thankfully.”
“Wow,” Reese took a deep breath. “So where is she?”
Jensen caught a breath in his throat. Reese dropped his hand.
“Dad?”
“She… she tried to do the same thing with another guy, and she was arrested.”
“Abused him?”
“...raped him,” Jensen teared up.
“What? Guys don’t get rape-“
Jensen put his head in his hands to catch his sobs.
Reese moved his hands away from his face and leaned into his chest. “Where is she, I’m going to-”
Jensen’s whimpers filled the room.
“Kelly was killed in prison. The inmates found out that she was a rapist. She’s gone, baby.”
Jensen felt his daughter shaking against him.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy! How could she do that to you?”
“She was mean, sweetie.” Jensen cleared his throat. “If she had ever done anything like that to you, I would have left sooner.”
The doctor waited until both had stopped crying and offered them some tissues.
“Do you see why your dad didn’t offer this information to you?”
“Yeah,” Reese nodded. “It’s really personal and a lot of people never tell.”
“Correct.”
“I would have never told you, but I would have gotten into a web of lies, and I can’t lie to you. It wouldn’t be fair. You’re eighteen. I didn’t want you to ever know the full extent of it. I couldn’t tell you all of it when you were younger, obviously, but I can’t hide it from you as an adult. You would just pester me about it,” Jensen smiled.
“Damn right,” Reese giggled. “How are you okay?”
“Because of you, Dee, Jared, the doc,” he gestured to the therapist. “Really. And you know how I got a tattoo on my hip a few weeks ago?”
“Yeah?”
“I used it to cover up some of the damage your mom had caused on my skin. I hope you like the tattoo,” Jensen stood and lifted his shirt to his ribcage. “It’s for you.”
Reese scooted closer to her dad so that she could see it.
“It’s three blue hearts. One for you, Dee, and me. Give me your hand.”
Reese offered her hand to her dad. He guided her fingers to his hip.
“Do you feel that?” Jensen moved her fingers up and down the scar that was no longer visible. Reese felt the lines embedded in his skin.
“K... A… A…”
“Yeah.”
“Kelly Ann Ackles. She did that? As if you were her property?” Reese removed her hand from her dad’s hip.
“Yeah. With you, me, and Dee together for so long now, I thought it was a good way to start over. Not have to be reminded of some of the bad stuff.”
“How are you feeling about all this, Reese?” The doctor interjected himself back into the conversation.
“She’s a bitch. If she weren’t dead-”
“Honey,” Jensen quieted her. “It’s over. You don’t have to hate her. She loved you, she made some terrible choices, but she really did love you.”
“How does it feel to hear him say that?” The therapist asked Reese.
“He’s so calm about something that ruined his life,” Reese looked from her dad to the doctor.
“It look a long time for me to work through this, baby. I still get upset about it, but I want you to know that I don’t blame you, and I don’t hate her.”
“How can you not?”
“I didn’t want to bash her, baby. Kelly meant a lot to you.”
“She could have killed you with what she did! And I couldn’t protect you! AND I blamed you for the last ten years when all you did was protect ME!”
“Reese!” The doctor caught her attention. She snapped her head to the therapist. “You know you can’t say that. What do you say instead?”
“Those were not problems to carry as weight. When it happened, I was only eight.”
“Thank you. Now, I think we need to decompress for a moment. How’s school, Reese?”
“Good-”
“She’s getting A’s in-”
“Jensen,” the doctor gave a warning. “Did I ask YOU the question?”
“No…” Jensen curled into himself.
“Thank you. Now, can you continue Reese?”
“It’s good. I have some friends and I play volleyball, but I’m a senior, so I’ll be done soon.”
“Wow! Congratulations!”
“Thanks!” Reese beamed.
“How’s work, Jensen?”
“Oh, I can speak now?” Jensen growled.
“Why are you so cross all of a sudden?” The doctor narrowed his eyes at his patient.
“Dad, it’s okay. Therapy is hard. You know that.”
“Do I need to count to ten too?” Jensen stared at his therapist.
“I don’t know what changed, but you know one of the ground rules in here is not interrupting people.”
“Sorry,” Jensen took in a deep breath. “I’m beyond stressed.”
Jensen went on to share that everything with Kelly had somewhat caught up with him. He and Danneel were now married, doing things that he and his ex-wife used to do. Baking together, parties…
‘I can see how that would be overwhelming. Reese, do you find it hard as well?”
“Eh. she’s been in my life for awhile now. I like her. She’s always been like my mom since Kelly left.”
“Kelly?” The doctor was curious for Reese’s name change.
“She RAPED my dad. Kelly isn’t my mom.”
“I understand. Before we get amped up again, I think we should call it a night. Be gentle with yourselves, and both of you, don’t blame each other or yourselves for this. You understand?”
“Yes,” the two patiets responded.
“Homework. Affirmations. Tell each other one compliment every day. Even if it’s just a text message. Have a good night, guys.”
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The next few days were tough. Reese missed her dad. Especially after the last few weeks.
“He was raped, Dee.”
“I know. But there is nothing we can do about that now.”
“I know, but he didn’t deserve that.”
“No, he didn’t,” Danneel agreed. “But he is okay. He is okay.”
Reese
You’re really strong, Daddy.
Jensen
You’re so resilient, Reesy. Good night from Vancouver.
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Reese
You don’t give up, even when it’s hard.
Jensen
Even through all of this news, you still push yourself to perform in school. I love my honor roll student. :)
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Reese
I love that you thank me for being me. You make me feel smart.
Jensen
You show me how you love me by calling me and making sure I am okay. I love that you send me videos of you and Danneel getting ready for Christmas even though you’re doing stuff that you used to do with your mom.
Reese
You’ve been married for a while, Dad.
Jensen
I know. But it still makes me happy.
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“Hi, Dad.” Reese walked into the kitchen on a Saturday morning, greeting her father after he flew in on a red-eye the night before.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he put down the paper and opened his arms to her as he sat on a barstool at the kitchen island.
“You’re warm,” Reese giggled.
“Got cold last night, so I had to add blankets to my bed. Danneel’s not up. I heard she had a long day at the brewery yesterday.”
“So many people there yesterday, apparently. That promotional thing really worked, I guess.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, Dad. What’s up?”
“You know that saying, ‘the sins of the father’?”
“Yeah?” Reese cocked her head to the side. “What about it?”
“I’ve been worried that you have been blaming yourself about all of this. Our lives have been nuts, and I don’t ever want you to think that it’s your fault. The sins of the father are not the sins of the son, or daughter, in our case.”
“But you didn’t do anything in the first place, Daddy.”
“What I mean is that we aren’t victims. I don’t ever want you to feel as though I am a victim of your mom. You couldn’t have done anything.”
“We’ve talked about this, Dad. It’s okay.”
“I don’t want you to carry it with you, though. We do life. We keep going, because that’s what we have to do. If we get caught up in what has happened, we can’t live. Not fully, anyway.”
Six Months Later
“They say the sins of the father are the sins of the son. We are not our parents. We, as students, make different choices than them. Whether you are here today as a first member of your family to ever graduate, or if you come from a long line of graduates, I congratulate you. You- we- did it. We are the latest class of high school seniors. We did it. There are many things people say. ‘It’s easy,’ or ‘it doesn’t mean anything.’ YOU did it. With a high school diploma, doors can be opened for you. They say the sins of the father are the sins of the son. My father taught me these things I have just shared with you. So the sins of the father… I am no sin. I am a graduate!” Reese took off her cap, untied her tassel, and threw the cap in the air. “WE DID IT! Congratulations to the Class of 2019!”
Warnings: panic attacks, mentions of maternal death, funerals, cussing
Words: 2250
Summary: YN is still on call for Jared, and she has to face her family.
Jared x reader!platonic
Jensen x reader!platonic
Jared x Gen
Jensen x Jared!platonic
Danneel x Jared!Platonic
“I think you need to go, sweetheart,” Jensen broached the funeral discussion.
“I don’t want to,” YN sighed.
“It’s a week from now, right? You have some time.”
“Yeah.”
“I think it comes down to whether you’ll regret it or not, honestly. If you feel like you’ll be fine, then don’t go,” Jensen said plainly. “There are people who can take care of everything based on what you’ve said.”
“I don’t think I can. It’s weird. I feel like I’m sad, but she wasn’t really involved in my life. She made it sound like I ignored her, but she ignored me until she found out that you and I met each other.”
“I’m sorry, YN.”
“Can I-“ YN stopped.
“What?”
“It’s stupid. Never mind.”
“No, it’s not. What were you going to say?”
“Can you- can you hold me?” She hoped he didn’t think she was acting like a baby.
“Of course. Come here.” He opened his arms to her from across the room.
She stood from her seat and ran into him. Without realizing it, the grown woman had landed on his lap. Jensen grunted under her weight but made no mention of his discomfort. YN surprised herself as she gasped for air through unexpected tears. Jensen stroked her back.
“I’m sorry-“ she barely got out before she couldn’t speak any more.
“No talking, just let it out,” he soothed. “It’s okay to feel it.”
After a few minutes, she sat up and scooted off his lap.
“I’ve never had that before.”
“A hug?”
“Someone to sit with me like that,” YN admitted. “Thank you.”
“Everybody needs that. Even me,” Jensen smiled.
“And you’re what? Fifty-six years old?” YN fell over laughing.
“Haha, very funny,” he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Let’s just sit here for a minute.” After some time had passed, their bodies relaxed into the couch. “I love you,” Jensen kissed the top of her head.
“I know. I love me too.” YN grinned.
“Really?” Jensen groaned playfully.
“What? Okay, I love you too.”
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“Another nasty gram,” YN huffed while with the Ackles in their backyard. “I think I need to go home. They won’t leave me alone.” She locked her phone screen after reading another hateful email from extended family regarding the funeral.
Jensen took her hand cautiously.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I say you should go if you feel you should, not for them.”
“I do need to go home though. I have already been here too long without my computer… or my own clothes,” YN laughed.
“Let us know if we can do anything for you.” Danneel smiled.
“I think I’ll leave in the morning,” YN sighed. “And yes, I’m getting an uber.” YN knew this could start a fight.
“Fine, but I’m paying for it. I brought you here, you shouldn’t have to pay your way back.”
“Okay. Thanks. Both of you. For helping me. I don’t deserve you guys.”
“What are you talking about?” Danneel leaned forward in her lawn chair to look at YN who was on the other side of Jensen.
“You are the ‘other woman’. You shouldn’t like me. I could be your little sister. It’s just weird overall. And Jensen, you don’t have to be nice to me. I’m a bastard kid. It’s like a life sentence of shame. I’m used to it. I don’t expect you to be nice.”
“Well, you should. I’m half the reason you’re even a person anyway.”
“So, I could have been a vampire, or a rugaru, or a-”
“Haha, you’re so hilarious, YN,” Jensen joked.
“Well, thanks.”
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The next morning, YN said goodbye to the Ackles. She got in her very expensive rideshare and waved as the car took her down the street.
YN decided to save face and go to the funeral. When she showed up, extended family narrowed their eyes at her. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the church.
“It would have been nice if you could have offered to do the eulogy, you know.” YN’s aunt snuck up behind her and whispered bitterly.
“And steal the spotlight from you? No thanks,” YN continued walking without visual acknowledgement of her elder. As she made her way to a pew in the back, she heard a man clear his voice. Staring ahead, she asked, “How did you know I would come?”
“Dee told me,” Jensen said calmly. He sat down next to YN in the church. “That’s a beautiful photo of your mom.”
“Don’t, Jensen. Don’t make it all fluffy. I’m only here so that they don’t hate me the rest of my life.”
“Sorry, kiddo. I just know how hard this must be for you. I’m right here though.”
YN’s uncle walked by and bent down to Jensen’s level.
“So you’re the bitch she played sheet music with that created the kid, huh?”
After a beat, Jensen took a deep breath
“Don’t Jensen. He isn’t worth it,” YN whispered. “Uncle Tad, get a move-on. This is hardly the time. And if you ever threaten my dad again, I’ll let Aunt Sue know what you did when I was in fifth grade,” she growled. Her uncle’s eyes went wide.
“Very well, then. Goodbye you two,” he quickly walked to meet his wife at the front of the church.
“Do I want to know?” Jensen grinned.
“Nope,” YN giggled.
“You’re fantastic, you know that?”
‘You’re one of the first people to ever tell me that. Thank you.”
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“Bring your stuff to Austin. We have a guest house. Crash there until you find something,” Jensen said after the funeral.
“I have friends here, Jensen,” YN sighed.
“Not many, from what I can gather,” he said quietly.
“Oh, gee, thanks,” she rolled her eyes.
“I’m just saying that we would love to have you is all,” he wiped his face with a napkin after a large bite of hamburger. Sitting outside, the two enjoyed the breeze. YN had taken Jensen to one of her favorite restaurants.
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
The two went on to talk about how YN was glad she went to the funeral, but she was sad that her family had treated her badly. Jensen agreed, but he gave his support in her attending. YN showed him her favorite spots in Dallas. As it turned out, they were some of his favorite too.
“Huh?” YN pulled out her ringing phone. “It’s Gen… Hey, Gen. Everything okay?”
“He’s flipping out again. He was doing so good, and then he just wouldn’t stop hyperventilating. I put a heavy blanket on him and spoke to him calmly, but he just won’t calm down.”
“Ask him if he wants to be alone. If yes, then leave him for a few minutes, but don’t go far.”
Jensen knitted his eyebrows in concern.
“Another panic attack,” YN explained. Jensen ran a hand over his face. “Relax, Jensen. He’ll be okay,” she whispered.
“Jared, do you want a minute to yourself? I can go stand outside.” Gen said to Jared. “Okay, he wants some space. Can I call you if he isn’t calm later?”
“Sure. Bye, Gen.” YN clicked the hang up button on her phone.
“I need to go.” Jensen shot out of his chair, his napkin falling off of his lap onto the ground.
“No, you need to pick up your napkin and relax. It’s not your job to protect him from the world, Jensen. Sit down and enjoy lunch with me, please. I’ve had a horrible day,” she smiled, guilt-tripping him into staying with her.
“You drive a hard bargain, kid,” he laughed.
“Jared will be just fine. He always is. Besides, alone time has worked previously.”
“I wonder what set him off. He was doing so good.”
“I’m not sure, but let’s not turn into detectives. He’s fine, it’s fine. Relax, big bro. It could really be anything. Triggers come out of nowhere sometimes.”
“Okay, okay.”
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A FEW MONTHS LATER
“YN, come here,” Jensen motioned his oldest daughter to join him on a bench in his backyard. After she crash-landed next to him jokingly, they settled in. “What would you think about us hanging out more?”
“You know I love you, but I can’t just fly up to Vancouver for long periods of time.”
“No, here in Austin,” Jensen smiled softly.
“You’re almost never here, Jensen. That doesn’t make sen-” Her mouth hung open. “The show- no- you-” she stumbled.
“I’ll be home a lot more pretty soon.”
“You’re saying- the show is….”
“Yeah. The cast and network talked about it, and we want to end the show after this season.”
“Wai- what?” YN slowly processed the information he had presented. “You can’t… You-”
“I know. It was a hard decision. But I just want you to know before we tell everyone. I think we will have to address the fans in the next few days, and it’s just been really hard.” Jensen wiped a tear falling down his face.
“Wow,” YN recovered. “I love you,” she said immediately to show her support. “I’m sure it will be a change, but it’s okay. I honestly can’t wait to not watch football with you,” she took a beat and then laughed.
“Haha, that’s SO hilarious.” Jensen rolled his eyes. “I love you too. The fans won’t love me…” He put his head in his hands. Jensen felt something hit the back of his head. He looked up and saw YN put her hand down. “Ow!”
“You know DAMN well the fans won’t hate you. They love the cast and crew. Fans will respect your decision because you have family and want to do other things. It’s okay,” she modeled a deep breath. He copied her and wiped his face again.
“Thanks,” Jensen kissed her cheek.
“How’s Jared taking all of this?”
“He’s not. Been an emotional mess since.”
“Panic attacks?”
“None yet, but close,” Jensen shrugged.
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The next few days were tough for everyone. After announcing the ending of the show, emotions were running high.
Jared barrelled through Jensen and Danneel’s house. YN entered the back door from the guest house. As she heard crashing sounds, she ran into the living room. YN saw Jared trip on the rug and land face-first on the couch.
“Jare?”
He slowly turned over, heaving.
“Can’t breathe. Panic-”
“I know. Do you want pressure or some alone time?”
“I’m fine-” he said, gasping for air.
“Right…” she said sarcastically. “Lie down. Here, take this,” YN shoved a pillow against his chest. She squeezed his hand sporadically. After some time, his body relaxed. “It’s okay.”
YN’s phone beeped.
Gen
Did Jared come over? I can’t find him.
YN
Yeah. Panic attack.
Gen
I thought he was nervous… guess I was right. Is he okay?
YN
Yep. Calm now.may need a few more minutes though.
Gen
Let me know if you need anything.
YN
Yes, ma’am.
YN looked back to Jared. He had closed his eyes, and she saw his body melting into the couch.
“Hey! YN!” Jensen shouted walking into the room.
“Shh!” She responded.
Jensen stopped as soon as he saw Jared on his couch.
“Panic attack. He fell asleep,” YN whispered.
“Oh. Sorry!” Jensen whispered back.
“What do you need?”
“Just wanted to see if you were in the house. I was going to ask if you wanted to go see a movie, but…”
“Not right now. He may be amped when he wakes up,” YN offered.
“Damn. Okay. Maybe later.” Jensen sighed and left the room.
YN waited for Jared to wake up. She grabbed her computer and worked in the chair next to him. Thirty minutes later, YN heard him stir. As he woke, he wiped his face and looked around.
“YN?”
“Hey, dude. How ya feeling?”
“Better, I think.”
“Good. let’s watch some trash TV then.”
Surprised that he calmed down, she turned on HGTV so that they weren’t watching something that would make him scared again.
Danneel walked in to Jared leaning against YN lazily.
“So… looks like fun in here,” she checked on them “Lively party.”
“I feel better,” Jared grinned. “So tired though.”
“To be expected,” Danneel walked by and ruffled his hair. “Love you,” she affirmed.
“Back atcha,” Jared responded by squeezing her hand on his head.
Before going home, the Ackles’ invited Jaredto stay for dinner. Sending him home, YN wished him a good night.
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YN excused herself to the guest house. She kept thinking about the last few weeks. The mental energy it took to live her life had drained her. YN changed into her pajamas before climbing into bed. She texted her dad goodnight before turning on her own TV.
YN coudn’t relax. It was late, but she could not make her mind be quiet. Her thoughts took over.
Man, I’m so tired. So close to freaking out, but I’m okay. Deep breaths. I’m okay. Who knew this would be my life? I’m Jensen Ackles’ kid, Jared Padalecki relies on me for his mental health, my mom is dead, the show is ending, and my family hates me. This is the life.
YN sighed deeply, took another breath, and then gave in to her body’s demand for sleep.
