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Maybe it was the fucking pants he had chosen to wear today, ones that stretched out over his thighs whenever he sat down, or maybe it was his stupid little dark gray cardigan with a thick collar, his blue button-up polo peeking out from underneath it. Or maybe it was those two things combined that were doing it for you. Either way, you had been eyeing him all day, and now that the two of you were backstage, finally alone for a few minutes before his solo panel, you weren’t going to waste any time. It would be another five hours before the two of you would be back in the privacy of your hotel room, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to wait that long. You needed him. Now.
You locked the door behind you as you stepped through the threshold of the room, watching as Misha took a seat on the small couch against the wall. He was engrossed in his phone for the time being, the suspicious locking of the door going unnoticed by him. He set his device down beside him when he noticed you walking over, smiling up at you as you came to stand between his legs, his hands coming to rest on your waist. You bit your lip as you looked him over, your eyes landing on the way those fucking pants stretched over his thighs, a barely audible whimper — but a whimper, nonetheless — escaping you.
“You alright?” he asked sweetly, oblivious to your mood, cocking an eyebrow in question. God, that fucking eyebrow. No, you were not “alright”.
“Mhm,” you replied, bringing your hand to his hair, running your fingers through his dark locks. “I just…” you paused, placing one of your knees on the couch beside him, straddling his left thigh, “… really, really want you. Right now.” You ground down onto him, your hands coming to grip at his shoulders.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, no doubt collecting every last ounce of self control he had, before grabbing ahold of your wrists and pulling your hands off of his shoulders. “We can’t right now, love. I’ve got to be out there in —” he checked his watch, “fifteen minutes.”
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. “You’ve made me cum in a lot less than fifteen minutes.”
“Y/N,” he warned, his hold on your wrists tightening, his eyebrow raised as he stared up at you.
You ground down again in response, a mischievous glint in your eye.
“Oh, really?” he questioned, his tone lined with disbelief at your deliberate disobedience.
You shrugged, repeating the action, the pressure it provided on your core more than enough to convince you to keep going, despite your boyfriend’s warnings.
Misha shook his head at you, his hands coming to grip at your hips as you kept going, your stare never leaving his. “If you cum on my thigh, it’ll be the last time for a week,” he warned, and honestly, you couldn’t care less. You were too worked up and it felt too good to stop now. You picked up the pace in response, surprising him even further.
You looked down at his thigh, a wet spot beginning to show as your arousal seeped through your leggings, and he followed your gaze. “Fuck,” he breathed, noticing the darkening patch on his pants. He grabbed you underneath your chin, his fingers pressing into your cheeks as he forced you to look at him, his eyes darkening. “You want everyone to see what a little slut you are, hm? Is that what this is about? You’re gonna leave a mess on my thigh for everyone out there to see?”
You nodded in his grip, his words going straight to your core.
“That’s not being a very good girl,” he scolded, pulling your face towards his and kissing you sloppily, hungrily, before breaking it, “but fuck, sometimes I love it when you’re bad.” He glanced down at his thigh again, then to the way your hips were moving, chasing your high. “That’s right, baby.” He moved his hand from your face to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to your windpipes. You gripped onto his forearm with both hands, on the edge of a release. “Go ahead, show me what a little slut you are,” he encouraged, giving your throat an extra squeeze, and that was enough to send you over the edge, coming undone on his thigh as you held back a scream. “Gooood,” he praised as you rode through it, and you could hear a smile in his voice.
You collapsed on top of him moments later, your arms wrapping around his neck as you buried your face into his shoulder, a low chuckle escaping him as he rubbed his hands gently up and down your back.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked.
You shrugged, trying to steady your breathing. “Think it was this outfit,” you mumbled into his cardigan.
“Is that why you decided to ruin it? I’m gonna have to change pants, baby,” he laughed softly.
A knock on the door startled the both of you. “Misha? They’re ready for you.”
“Shit.”
You giggled as you rolled off of him, and he quickly grabbed a napkin from the nearby coffee table and poured some water onto it from his plastic bottle. Trying to get your mess out only caused a bigger stain, and it wasn’t until the second knock on the door came that he finally decided to give up.
“Coming!”
He shot you a look, one that said, “you’re in trouble”, before heading out the door.
A few moments later, you could hear him on stage. “By the way guys, if you want to know how my day is going, I just spilled water on myself backstage, so that’s what all this is.”
You giggled to yourself, still in a state of post-orgasmic bliss as you stretched out on the couch and closed your eyes, thoughts of which punishment Misha had in store for you flooding your mind, not deterring you in the slightest. In fact, backstage might just be your new favorite place to push his buttons.
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Summary: The start of a new life, brings people that help you to make this start all better, and even some are there to brighten your days at the darkest moments
Pairing: Misha Collins x Reader
Squares filled: Mutual Pining for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Divorce for @spnmixedbingo // Free Space for @spnfluffbingo // Laughing Together for @anyfandomfluffbingo //
Warnings: Toxic past relationships, divorce, new beginnings, mutual pinning, jealousy, mental health.
Word Count: 1.4k
Rating: General Audience
A/N: This is vaguely based on the Nicholas Sparks movie "Safe Heaven". I saw it the other day and felt inspired to write this. The timeline events are rushed, I know, but this is what my muse decided.
Also this is my first time writing for Misha, so please be nice. Enjoy the reading!
After finally getting divorced from your abusive husband, you decided to get a new start in your life. You bought a ticket for the first bus that was leaving. in one of the rest stops, you felt a deep connection, it felt like the town was asking you to stay there. You “accidentally” miss the bus. since you didn’t have many belongings, you were able to stay there and get the fresh start you needed and wanted.
You found a small motel and rented a single room. You had a place to stay, now, you needed to find a job. You knew it was gonna take time, but you needed to keep yourself positive.
While walking around town, you found a small diner, you went there to eat something, you left with a job there, you were their newest waitress. The universe was paying off all the bad you went through, and finally, your new life started.
You’ve been working as a waitress for a few weeks now and you were finally feeling at home. You’ve made friends with your coworkers and some regular clients, but there was someone who always sat at the same place, waiting for you. Every time you went to his table, he would give you a big smile and greet you with pet names. Brianna, one of your co-workers and first friend you've made, said that he sat there because he had a crush on you.
Could’ve been true? Did he have a crush on you? He was a very handsome man, he had very beautiful blue eyes, a big smile, and he seemed to have a great heart, he was always treating everyone with such love and care. Everyone at the diner loved him and with each passing day, you could see why.
On a particular day, this man was going to change your day. You were having a very awful day; your mood was bad and your mental health was in a bad place. You weren’t in the right headspace to deal with nosy customers, but because the customers weren’t the reason for your bad mood, you tried your best to keep it aside, but it was hard.
You were explaining to Brianna what was going on in your mind, when your exclusive customer came, you hadn't asked his name yet, you were too shy to do it. You grabbed the coffee pot and went to his table, “Hi beautiful” he greeted you with his perfect smile that made his eyes wrinkle, “Hello, sir. The usual?” you asked, avoiding any type of conversation. “Yes, darling. Are you okay?” He asked concerned, “I’m Misha, by the way”
You didn’t have a tag name yet, so you had to tell him yours, even if you didn’t like the idea. “I’m Y/N, and yes, I’m fine” you almost whispered the last part.
“Are you sure?” he asked and you nodded. You had to be strong and not break in front of him. “I’ll be right back with your order sir,” you smiled, and when you were about to leave, he said “Misha,” you nodded again and repeated his name.
You asked Brianna to cover you for five minutes, you needed some fresh air, she accepted without hesitation. She knew what you were going through, she was the first friend you made after starting your new life there. You stayed outside for a few minutes and went back inside. You made it to the kitchen, grabbed Misha’s order, and took it to his table.
You faked a smile at him, and handed him his order saying “enjoy your meal,” you turned around and left. After that, you decided to stick at the cashier, you didn’t have the energy to deal with people.
When Brianna went to gather the used plates, you saw that she had stayed talking a bit with Misha and she kept glancing at you. What was she telling him? Why did she need to keep looking at you while talking with him? When she was about to leave him, you heard her saying, “Don’t worry, it's all right” and she touched his shoulder. Was she flirting with him? Was she trying to make you feel jealous?
Wait, why would she want to make you feel jealous? You are not interested in Misha, you’ve just gotten out of a complicated divorce, you were hurt, you were still fighting the nightmares your ex left in you. You weren’t looking for love, but the way Misha treated you, burst your heart.
Not even your ex-husband treated you like that when you were dating. Misha was special, and you felt somewhat attracted to that.
You kept your long face for the rest of your shift, not wanting to deal with people’s bullshit, you kept a straight face and not show any emotion. Yes, the regular customers could sense that you weren’t in your regular and happy mood, but they also knew to not mess up with you.
By the end of your shift, the cook gave you some packed food for your dinner and you filled up your travel cup with coffee. You said your goodbyes and left.
It was around 6 PM when you were leaving, there was still some daylight so probably when you arrived at your motel’s room was going to be dark. You started to walk when you noticed Misha sitting on one of the outside benches, he definitely was waiting for someone. You weren’t in the mood to talk with him but you had to, he was on the bench that was in the direction you needed to take.
You walked by next to him and said your goodbyes. He looked up and called you, “hey Y/N, wait,” you turned around and said “what happened? are you waiting for someone and need company?” in a harsh tone, “yes, well, actually, I was waiting for you,” you gasped, did you hear him correctly? “Me?” he got up and signaled you to keep walking, “yes, I wanted to talk to you. I noticed you weren’t having a good day and wanted to know if everything was fine” he admitted, you sighed, this couldn’t be happening, you couldn’t tell him you were trying to figure out if you had feelings for him or not.
“Look, Misha,” you said stopping your track, “I really appreciate your concern but, I don’t want to be rude. There’s nothing you or anyone can do to fix me. I’m too messed up right now to think about anything.” Misha was taken aback by your outburst, his expression showed he was more confused now than before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’ll leave you alone,” he said hurt. It broke your heart seeing him hurt, you had screwed up a new friendship, relationship, or whatever, but you knew one thing, you needed to fix it. “Wait,” you said grabbing his hand. “I’m the one who needs to be sorry, you just wanted to help and I took it on you. I’m sorry,” he gave you a small smile and nodded but he didn’t let your hand go.
You stood there with him for a little until he took you to the bench where he was seated before. You stayed there talking with him, getting to know him a bit more. Your stomach got filled with butterflies after talking for an hour with him.
“Wait here,” you said pulling the packed food aside, you hadn’t noticed but there was a message there. “It’s enough food for two. Enjoy. Bri” you chuckled after reading Bri’s message. “What is it?” Misha asked and you showed him what Bri has written on your packed food, both of you started to laugh.
When the laugh ended, you were nervous and to avoid getting awkward with him you asked “uh, would you like to have dinner with me?” Misha’s smile got even bigger than normal. “Yes, I would love to” he answered. You were about to get up when he stopped you. He leaned in, put a hand on your cheek, and pecked your lips, your heart stopped beating. Now, you were a goner. His gestures toward you made you weak in your knees.
He got up and extended his hand, you took it and walked hand in hand with him to your motel room.
On the walk to your motel, you explained to him while you were still at a motel and not in a rented apartment. You also explained a bit about your past and why it was related to your bad mood. He was very understanding, he let you talk without interrupting. You haven’t felt at ease with a man in years. He definitely had a special place in your heart.
Summary: Silence feeds the insecurities deep within. You can either drown in it, or break it.
Warnings: ANGST. Break-up. Low self-worth.
Bingo Squares Filled: @spnmixedbingo – dream sequence. @howbadcanitbebingo - woke up, and it was all a dream.
A/N: This is written for @negans-lucille-tblr ‘s nlthreenager writing challenge, celebrating her blog’s three-year anniversary with so many good angsty prompts. My prompt was you can’t deny how hard I tried from the song Easy On Me by Adele. Watch out Bee, I may be back for more! To everyone, I hope this breaks your heart just a lil’. 😘
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Reds and yellows swirled into oranges and pinks on the far-off horizon as you stood on the first step of the porch. Sleeves folded at your elbows, shielded you from the brisk evening breeze blowing through.
Silently, you had watched as he packed up his things from the house you used to share. Watched him cinch, buckle and toss up the bags of his life into the backseat of the chevy.
Your coffee had gone cold as you sat at the kitchen table in the early hours of the morning, listening to the floors creak overhead as he went through the drawers and closet in the bedroom.
It had been one argument too many. Another misunderstanding that had shattered your heart; another patch he couldn’t bring himself to tend. After all, his own pride had been hurt. His loyalty questioned once again.
So, he packed, and you waited.
Broken hearts in the air, desperate for a word of comfort, but much too wounded to offer the care.
Now, with the last door slammed on his things, he circled the vehicle, his boots crunching in the gravel of the driveway. His intention clear, to slip behind the wheel and drive away without so much as a goodbye.
Hand gripping tightly to the banister, you stepped forward, attempting to call his name to try to fix this. But your body betrayed you; throat closing so that a single word could not crawl out.
But your movement was enough to catch his eye and give him pause.
His face was perfectly smoothed to keep his emotions below the surface. Yet, he must have seen everything on yours, for the coolness of his gaze wavered on a blink. Sorrow washed across his handsome features, his head tilting as if under the weight of it all.
And just as you couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move as instinct urged him to. Urged him to take you into his arms, pull you close into his chest and shield you from all the pain.
Tears dotted his lashes, his face flushed, and his lips parted but found he had no words.
You stepped down, just one shaky step.
“I,” his voice sounded on an exhalation. You could see him tearing himself apart for the chance to blow it all into the wind and just stay. “You can’t deny, how hard I tried for us.”
Your hand gripped tighter, halting your decent on the porch steps.
You knew.
Of course, you did.
All the times he held you up when the world was too much. The times he cradled you with whispers of affirmation and adoration when the demons in your head were shrieking your worthlessness.
He had been a well of love and light in your life.
But you had been too greedy.
And now he stood before you, hollow and struggling to give himself a chance at happiness that he deserved.
Your love for him in that moment overshadowed every ounce of despair. Swallowing every emotion to mimic the calm surface he had held all day; you lifted your chin and held his gaze.
In this one moment, you would be strong.
For him.
“Drive safe.”
His watery, green eyes flicked back and forth between yours, confused and searching for the truth. With a deep inhale, his lips pressed into a line and his shoulders straightened. His slight nod before turning away almost broke your resolve.
Still, you stood tall, watching as he slid behind the wheel to drive out of your life forever. And when the dust finally settled after he disappeared over the horizon, you slowly fell to sit, legs sprawled across the steps.
He took with him the sun and warmth of the day, and all the light in your life.
Your heart broke completely, like a star exploding in your chest, burning and destructive. Your sobs carried log into the night and still never long enough.
The pain in your chest carried over into the waking world and when your eyes slowly opened, tears fell from your lashes onto your folded arms. For a moment you didn’t know where you were, until the smell of freshly brewed coffee registered. You were home, in the bunker with the boys.
Lifting yourself from the table, you pieced together that you had fallen asleep while helping Sam research ways to remove the Mark of Cain. The last book you had been reading laid open and useless before you.
Steps approached from behind and a mug full of steaming coffee was placed on the table beside you.
“I wish you wouldn’t pull all-nighters on this,” Dean spoke on an exhalation.
His voice rang deep in your still aching chest so that you couldn’t immediately respond or even think about thanking him for the coffee. When he circled the table to peer over the books you had torn through the night before, you could only stare.
Between the loss in the dream and the waking fear of losing him in the real world, you found there was only one thing you wanted to make clear.
“I love you.”
Dean’s entire body froze one second and the next his eyes flashed up to yours, his face carefully smoothed to keep everything under the surface.
You didn’t know if it was the start of a goodbye or a hello.
Square filled for @spnquotebingo: Quote: (“I’m a sin eater.” – Blacklist)
Square filled for @spnmixedbingo: Angel
Pairing: MoC!Dean Winchester x Sineater!Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: angst, language, blood, mentions of sins: (sexual abuse, cheating)
A/N: For my story sin-eaters are rogue angels who try to take sins away and help people. I imagined Pinhead from Hellraiser for the fallen sin-eater.
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“You look lonely, hunter,“ you coo, carefully stepping toward the infamous Dean Winchester. He sneers at your words but doesn’t turn around to even look at you. The hunter prefers to down the next drink and not pay attention to you.
You heard many stories about him, stuff for nightmares and to keep people awake at night. Still, you walk toward him with steady steps.
It’s in your nature. Sins draw you in and, Dean Winchester is like a huge lighthouse guiding you toward his position since he got the Mark of Cain. Sins are just your thing.
“Get lost,” well, at least you got a reaction out of him. “Or do you want to follow them?” he slams a bloody blade onto the bar counter.
His bloody hand is shaking and you wonder if the blood all over his clothes belongs only to the dead family you found at the Styne’s mansion or if one of them had the chance to throw a few punches.
“Now, why would I do such a thing?” you’re a little cocky tonight. A delicious meal like all of Dean’s sins isn’t something you will find every day. “Don’t be foolish, Dean Winchester.”
“You know my name, huh? Shall I be impressed, demon?” he gruffly replies, making you chuckle. “What’s so funny bitch?”
“That’s rude, but you are forgiven,” you hop onto the barstool next to the hunter, slamming your hand flat onto the sticky surface. “You simply confused down with up.”
“An angel,” Dean huffs. “Even worse. Kid, leave this place before I drag your angelic ass out and test my first blade on you. I bet your blood will make it a bit more…shiny.”
“I’m not that kind of angel, hunter,” you bark orders at the scared bartender. He can only stare at the bloody first blade on the counter as if it will make sure he survives this crazy night. “You did a great job at their mansion.”
“A fan, huh?” you chuckle at his comment but smile sweetly as he finally side-eyed you. “You’re a weak little angel, I guess. Not one of those mighty warriors.”
“I’m a sin eater,” leaning closer to the hunter to sniff at him you groan as the sins fill your senses. “I must admit, I never smelled so much sin on anyone but the devil himself. Well, maybe one or two serial killers.”
“So, you run around, eat other people’s sins, and they go to heaven or shit?” he gets a bitchface this time. “Aw, did I hurt your feelings, creature?”
“I only eat the sins of people regretting them, Winchester,” you explain. “I don’t run around and eat sins of people doing shit like killing their wife to have more time for their sidepiece. I go to the people offering their sins for salvation. You must ask me to do so, hunter.”
“Not interested.”
“I know, but I couldn’t resist coming here and just inhaling your sinful scent,” he smirks at that. Dean dips his head to look you up and down, tongue darting out to wet those sinful and plush lips.
“If you want to have a ride, you just had to ask, sweetheart,” you shiver at the way he sizes you up. “Pity I don’t fuck dirty creatures.”
“Hey, I’m not a creature you hairless ape,” you curse. “Crap, now you made me a sinner too. What’s with you Winchesters? Every time one of us tries to help you, we get turned down or killed.”
“Don’t get your angelic panties in a twist. Just leave me and my sins alone, sin- eater bitch,” the hunter is slowly getting on your nerves, so you slide off your barstool, crack your neck before you spread your crimson wings.
The bar begins to shake, and the poor bartender drops to his knees and begins to pray.
“Admit your sins. Regret and you’ll be forgiven,” your voice softens, and your wings turn white. Your powers illuminate the bar and the bartender and the only guest crawl toward you, holding out their hands to admit all of their sins. “Tell me what you did, Fredick Marick.”
“I cheated on my girlfriend but hate myself for it. I got drunk. Her sister, lives at our place, and she hopped onto my lap that night, opening my pants,” the guest cries. “What shall I do?”
“Tell me, do you regret it?” he nods, starting to cry. “Go home, tell your girlfriend the truth. If she can forgive you, kick her sister out of your home and try to make things up to her.”
“Yes…thank you,” you gently touch his cheek, telling the man to open his mouth as you do the same thing.
“I will take away your sins now, but you must do the rest. I can’t save your relationship or fix what you broke,” opening your mouth wide you chant a few words Dean doesn’t understand. It sounds like Enochian to him. “Your sin shall be mine.”
Red smoke leaves the sinner’s mouth to creep down your throat, making you choke.
“It is done now, Frederick. Go, and do not sin again. I cannot take more of your sins,” your voice makes the bar shake. “Everyone only gets one chance. Do not make me regret my decision.”
“I won’t…promised,” the man runs out of the bar, feeling much better now that he’s free of his sin.
“I hope he keeps his promise,” Dean turns around on his barstool to lean his back against the bar counter. “Would be a shame to watch him do this shit all over again.”
“He will go straight to hell if he sins again. No asking for forgiveness will save his soul,” you dip your head to look down at the bartender. “Now, do you want to admit your sins too? Do you want me to take them all away?”
“No—I only want to go. Please,” the man cries. “Please. This must be a bad dream. I wanna go home.”
“Go then,” just like that, you turn back into your human form. “I will not stop you, sinner. I can smell so much sin on you.” Kneeling next to the shaking man you sigh deeply. “You are not ready to admit and regret your sins yet. I see.”
“I’m not…I would never.”
“Problem is, sweetheart,” Dean finally slides off his bar stool, hand reaching out for his first blade, “that bastard doesn’t deserve to get a slice of heaven. You know what he did, right? Even I can smell it. Disgusting little creep.”
“I know exactly what he did, Dean Winchester,” snapping your fingers you reveal another sin-eater. “That’s why my friend is here.”
“Boy, that’s one ugly angel,” making a face Dean looks at the sin-eater stepping out of the shadows to tower over the bartender. He’s dressed in black leather. His face is pale and it looks like someone put pins into his face for fun. “What is that thing?” The sin-eater’s eyes are crimson as he looks at you, waiting for orders.
“He’s a fallen sin-eater,” grasping for Dean’s wrist you stop him from attacking the fallen one. “He was like me once upon a time. One of our best. Over time, he began to take away sins from people not regretting their sins.”
“How did he end up looking like Pinhead from Hellraiser,” you chuckle as, even if only for a moment, Dean looked like the hunter you watched for all your existence.
“I had to punish him. He took it too far only to feast on more sins. He took the sins of a terrible people. Most of them were rotten to the core so,” you watch the sin-eater wrap his hand around the bartender’s throat, crushing it, “I created something even darker to punish the monsters among the people.”
Dean turns to leave you and your sin-eater behind. “I’m out of this shit show. I hope you will clean up this mess. I liked the bar,” the hunter storms out of the bar, inhales the cold air greedily to not smell the blood and death any longer. “What do you want?”
“You know, I came here for the bartender tonight, to punish him for his awful sins,” walking next to Dean you touch his arm. “If you want me to, I can stick around and help you cope with your sins. Just give me a chance.”
He twirls around to grab your throat, immediately slamming you onto the hood of his car. You claw at his hand, eyes flashing blue as he presses the tip of his first blade into your chest.
“Don’t be foolish. Dean. It’s not too late to save you. Let me help you…please.”
“No one can save me, angel,” he releases you, stepping away from the car. “It’s too late.”
“Why don’t we have a snack at the diner a few blocks away? We could have a slice of pie,” jumping off the hood you smirk. You crack your head, giggling as Dean watches you warily. “Name’s Y/N, and I will stick around to eat all of your sins, hunter.”
“You’re like the plague,” he groans. “What do you want to eat?”
“Pie,” laughing the hunter shakes his head. “What? I need food too. I’m stuck in a human body for as long as I remember. God wanted to punish the best of us for taking the angels' sins. Bastard sent us down to Earth to do the same for humankind. You owe me food.”
“I owe you shit,” he presses the blade against your throat, eyes darkening.
Dean is like a ticking bomb. One moment he’s the cocky hunter he used to be, and the next he wants to take your head. “Fine, I’ll pay for your food if you let me suck in one or two of your sins. Small ones. Please.”
“You sound like a junkie,” walking back toward his car Dean huffs.
“In a way, I’m a junkie. I need sins to stay alive. That’s why I need to find people truly regretting their sins and to help them.”
“You didn’t help the bartender,” he gets into the car, already starting the engine as you zap into his car to sit in the passenger seat.
“We have rules, Dean. I do not take sins from people like Paul in there. He drugged girls to abuse them. He would’ve done it for the rest of his pitiful life.”
“Calling the cops wasn’t an option?” chuckling you watch Dean drive toward the diner. “Just saying.”
“Dean, I tried. For months I observed the bartender and made sure he doesn’t get the chance to hurt another person. I called the cops and told them about his crimes. They didn’t believe me so…”
“Entrance, Pinhead?” the hunter asks, glancing at you while driving.
“Correct. Now, admit one sin your regret, Dean. I want to take it away from you,” he stops the car in front of the diner, slamming his hands onto the steering wheel. “It’s easy to let go.”
“I regret dragging Sammy back into this shitshow. If only I stayed away from him back then…”
“Yellow Eyes would’ve killed Jess, either way, Dean,” you cup his cheek, using your powers to make him look at you. “But I can take that sin away from you.”
“Do it—” he whispers. “Just that one.”
“’k,” you press your lips to Dean’s, eyes flashing blue as you suck the sin he admitted out of him. “All done, hunter.”
“You didn’t kiss the other guy,” he complains, licking his lips. “Why me?”
“Maybe I like you more. Stop talking so much, Winchester. You owe me some food…” Dean sighs, but somehow he feels a little better. He watches you get out of his car, calling his name as he wonders if you are capable of saving his soul.
Square filled for @spnquotebingo (“But what is grief, if not love persevering?”) WV
Square filled for @spnmixedbingo Main character death
Summary: Life without Dean is not the same.
Ship: former Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer
Rating: Mature
Warnings: heavy angst, mentions of character’s death, grief, sadness, hopelessness, loss of a loved one, hurt & comfort (a hint), character’s death, blood, a hint of suicidal tendency, fluff
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A/N: Story is written in the reader’s PoV as she’s talking to Dean.
Sequel to Happy birthday, my beloved
Written in reader’s PoV
You know what they say – The brave are always the first to die.
I chuckle humorlessly as yet another hunter tries to convince me I should celebrate your life, not be sad about my loss.
What do they know about my loss?
You were the love of my life, my partner in crime, lifting me whenever I felt down. And this one time you needed me; I wasn’t there. I wasn’t fast enough.
I let you down…
I leave the bar to get away from too many people wanting to celebrate your life with me as I just want to lay down and die.
“Sam left the bunker months ago. He found a nice girl. You would’ve liked her, baby,” I lift my glass, to bring it to my lips. “He said that watching me destroy myself slowly is the worst thing to watch.”
What does he know about my loss?
“I know he lost his brother too, but he tries to move on, ya know. I—I just can’t, Dean,” my eyes drift toward the flannel I placed on your side of the bed the day I came back home from your funeral. “It’s a year now…”
Sam isn’t wrong. I know it, he knows it. Hell, everyone else knows it. But I just can’t move on.
Not now. Not ever…
“Sammy is happy, Dean. He retired and got the life he deserves. White picket fence and all, baby. I’m proud of him,” I push the tears away to not blur my vision even more. “I miss you so much. How can I ever move on without you? We had plans.”
You would laugh at me for talking to a picture, knowing your soul is long gone. Waiting for me in heaven…our heaven.
“Dude, can you imagine? Sam retired and the first thing he did was to tell me to get out of this life too,” I choke on my words, knowing Sam meant well. “How dare him to ruin my fun!”
I can almost hear your deep voice, my beloved. I still feel your hands on me and your breath in my neck.
Some days I see you sit in Baby when I dare to enter the garage to have a look at your beloved car.
“I take good care of you Baby, promised. She looks as good as ever. Just one thing is missing,” I crack a smile for the empty room and the ghost of you following me around, “you…”
It’s been a while since I talked to someone else but your ghost. I just wish you were here. Being selfish is not one of the things I’m proud of, but to have you back, I’d go to heaven to drag you back down here.
“Do you remember the day?” I whisper, eyes drifting toward your picture on my nightstand again. “We didn’t want to hunt those stupid masked vampires. You found it funny and—”
I shake my head at the memory, the last happy moments with you, my beloved. We ate pie and had fun. But then, the fun ended.
Every time I imagined our end or yours, it wasn’t like this. I wanted us to grow old together. Stupid, I know.
Hunters don’t grow older. Especially not together.
“I believed in us, Dean. All these years I believed in us and then…” I close my eyes to release a shuddery breath.
I still smell your blood and feel your heartbeat slow down. I taste your lips on mine, hear you say your goodbyes to me and Sam as if it just happened.
“A year, huh?” I hear Sam say. He stands in the doorframe, awkwardly glancing at me. “I didn’t know if I’m welcome here any longer but had to come around.”
“Sammy,” I jump up to wrap your brother in a hug. He’s the only connection to you I got left. “You’re always welcome here. You know that.”
“I wasn’t so sure after the last time we talked.”
“I—I was drunk and angry, Sam. I’m sorry for all the shit I said,” I sniffle silently as I allow myself to let Sam hold me for a moment. “Dean’s death wasn’t your fault, and I should’ve never said Dean would be disappointed as you wanted to leave the bunker and your old life. You deserve all the good things, Sammy.”
“You too, Y/N. Come with me,” Sam says but I shake my head. “We will find you a nice new place to live, a job and—”
“Sammy, I love you like a brother and I know you mean well, but I cannot leave this place,” I cling to my past with you, and leaving the bunker means leaving the last pieces of you I got behind. “I will try to move on, eventually. Just not now.”
“Please, come with me. If you stay here, haunted by memories, you will end up dead sooner or later. I know you are hunting on your own,” I can hear fear and anger in Sam’s voice. “Dean wouldn’t want you to get yourself killed.”
“No, he would want me by his side, Sam. Dean would want to drive around in his car, kill the monsters out there and make love to me in Baby. Dean would want you to have us around and not spend his time in heaven!” I cry. “I—just leave me alone!”
“Y/N, your grief will get you killed!”
“Sam, my grief is what keeps me alive.” I give your brother a cracked smile while tears run down my face, “It makes me feel alive. Without the burning pain in my chest, I’d believe I died with Dean in that barn.”
“Oh, Y/N,” Sam whispers sadly.
“But what is grief, if not love persevering? Right? In the end, it’s my love for Dean keeping me alive, not grief. I know you miss him too, but please, find a way to move on, Sammy. One day, I want us to meet up in heaven again.”
“Y/N…”
“Just not yet, Sammy,” I pet your brother’s cheek softly. “Live for us. Make us proud. Have a family, a life outside of blood and despair. And when the time has come, you’ll find us…”
It takes three months, five days, and sixteen hours before I find myself on Bobby’s doorstep. “Kiddo, it’s good to see you,” he smiles sadly at me. “I just wish you didn’t follow Dean so soon.”
“Where?” I cry. “Where is he, Bobby?”
“Heya, sweetheart,” I feel my heart flutter and my legs give in. “You are even more beautiful than I remember,” I’m in your arms moments later.
I cry and cry, as I finally found you again. “Dean.”
“Why, Y/N? I thought you will take the other road, find an out,” you whisper against my lips. “I wanted you to have a life.”
“I had a life, with you,” I let you envelop me with your strong arms, your scent, and voice. “I didn’t want another…”
“I missed ya, beautiful girl,” you don’t mention I was too reckless on my last hunt. That somehow, I wanted to end up dead on the ground, my body growing cold while I bled out.
“The only thing I regret is that Sam must attend another burial,” I sniffle. “I’m sorry, Dean.”
“Sammy is going to be fine. He’ll be around, okay,” I nod, lifting my head to meet your eyes and a soft smile. “We will all be back together soon enough. Now, do you want to go for a ride?”
“A ride?” you guide me toward Baby, showing me your second favorite girl. “She’s here too?”
“It’s my heaven, right? Everyone I love is here, Y/N,” I smile, feeling at peace for the first time since I lost you. “Let’s go for a ride.”
“Yeah. We should hurry before Sam finds us,” we barely spend a night in your car before we find Sam.
But to him, many years have passed.
He had a family. Grew old. But Samuel Winchester never forgot about his brother, Baby, and the life we shared.
“Heya, Sammy,” you welcome your brother, making me smile. “Bitch, what took you so long?”
“Jerk,” Sam retorts, hugging you for the first time in years.
Summary: It all started with innocent flirting, but one drunken night ended with you two confessing your love.
Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader
Squares: Jared Padalecki for @supernatural-jackles TMAS // Secret Dating for @spnmixedbingo // Age Gap for @spnfluffbingo // Secret Relationship for @anyfandomfluffbingo // Drunken Confessions for
@girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo // Didn't realize they were dating for @j3bingo //
A/N: I know the start of the story sucks, but please keep reading, it gets better.
Jared and you started seeing each other not too long ago, you kept your relationship in secret just to enjoy each other’s company without the comments from the outside.
People were always making comments about how close you two were, how cute you would look as a couple but the age difference was too noticeable and didn’t look “good”.
Everyone took for granted that your relationship with Jared was more than just friendship. You two were constantly flirting, always touching the other, taking care of the other, basically, both of you were in love with the other, but not admitting it.
But not always everything is happiness, one day you heard someone on set talking about your relationship with Jared and “how gross” was because he looked like your father. You’ve never let any comment bother you, but that one hit you hard, you didn't know why. It made you feel weird being next to Jared. Did everyone think the same thing? Since you weren’t feeling okay with it, you decided to put some distance between you two. You knew it was going to be hard, but you needed to do your best. No matter how much you tried to be away from him, you always ended up near him. It looked like the universe wanted you two to be together.
You stopped spending time with him, you pushed him away, you put distance between you two, you made harsh comments, you tried everything, but still, he was there.
"Why are you acting like you don't want me to be near you?" Jared asked you, "Is… complicated?" you said unsure, "complicated how?" He insisted, "I… I think I need some time… to think”, you told him, “to think what?” he asked caressing your hand, “to think about us,” Jared looked hurt. It was the only way to keep him away from you, you needed to put some distance, with everything that was happening around you, you were overwhelmed.
You were able to keep him away from you for nearly two weeks, but then after filming a hard scene, everything changed. That day was very particular. You were having a really particular day regarding your mental health. You were very closed off and didn't want anyone to bother you. After filming the scene you left the set, needing some alone time to process everything. Your mind wasn't being friendly with you and your thoughts were very harmful.
You were sitting outside thinking about everything that was going on in your head when you felt someone behind you, you knew it was him.
"I know you said you didn't want me around, but it is kinda difficult. Is everything alright?" He asked concerned "not in the mood to fight" you said and moved over to let Jared sit next to you. You were expecting him to question you, but he just sat there in silence. "I'm tired, you know" you said, breaking the silence. "My mind won't shut and I don't know what else to do to keep it quiet" you admitted. He scoot closer to you and hugged you "maybe if you start talking about it you can quiet it a little," he whispered, "maybe you're right, I don't know," you said feeling some tears falling down your cheeks. "Whenever you're ready, I'm here for you to listen. I always will" he said kissing your forehead.
Later that day, Jared joined you in your apartment and stayed with you, you weren't feeling safe with your mind and didn't want to be alone. You told him everything, how lonely you were feeling, the insecurity you felt about your acting skills, about how you looked like, how low your self-esteem was, everything, you didn't keep anything from him. Jared was an amazing friend, you couldn't deny it. He held out your hand while you talked, he hugged you while you cried, he kept you safe that night when you went to bed. He made you feel safe.
When he noticed you were relaxed in his arms, he started talking, "Sweetheart, you need to know that you are an incredible actress", "you are not alone because you have me", "your mind will tell you otherwise, but you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I will keep telling you this every single day until you believe me," he said looking you in the eyes.
That night, you knew you needed to get back with him because you loved him. You started to fall in love even more after he joined you in your first therapy session, he never showed pity, he never judged you, he never treated you differently. He was there for you as he had promised. He stayed with you every step of the way and never complained. With every positive thing you said about you, he gave you a small present for achieving a new small goal. He was very proud of all the work you've been doing.
As the months went by, you got really close to the other, to the point where everyone thought you two finally admitted your feelings and were actually dating. One of the makeup artists made a comment about how in love Jared was when he talked about you. You didn’t want to believe it, yes, you got a lot closer since he found you at your lowest point, but that was just that, a friendship, right?
You were supposed to meet him and the rest of the cast for lunch. You decided against it and stayed at your trailer, you weren't in the mood for chatting.
Your head was a mess at that moment. You didn't know what happened but one moment you were fine and the next you were curled up in your bed in your apartment with a bottle of whiskey next to you. Your mind was very fuzzy, everything was blurry. You didn’t remember leaving the set, driving back to your place, and starting drinking. You didn’t have your belongings, so you probably just left without thinking and it was clear that no one on the set had noticed, because if they had, they would’ve stopped you since you were needed for filming.
You were woken up by someone banging at your door. You went there and opened it “what the hell is going on? you said angry “Oh my god sweetheart, you’re fine,” Jared said, relieved, hugging you in the process, “what?” you said confused, Jared entered your apartment and closed the door, “Jare, are you going to say something or not?” you said slurring your words, “Are you drunk?”, “Don’t know, I guess. I don’t remember much. Stop changing the subject” you said, “I went to look for you at your trailer because they needed us to film but you weren’t there. Your phone, wallet, and the rest of your things were, so we thought you just were in the bathroom, or in another trailer, so one of the assistants went to look out for you, and she got back like five minutes later saying that your car was gone.” Jared explained out of breath, you tried to find an excuse on why you left, but you couldn’t come up with any, “we thought something happened to you,” he said moving his hand to your cheek, you leaned your face to his touch, “I thought something happened to you, “ he said caressing it, “I’m sorry, I don’t remember what happened, one moment I was on set and then I remember being here, everything is blurry. Then I remember you banging at the door” you explained, you looked down, feeling guilty, “I needed some time, I guess I was too focused on something else that I never realized that I left until I got home” you said “where I feel safe.” a tear fell.
“Baby, what is going on?” Jared asked, you sighed and went to your living room, Jared walked right behind you and sat next to you grabbing your hands “talk to me, please. Don’t close yourself,” you sighed again “I love you Jare” you admitted, "I love you too" he answered too quickly, realizing his feelings weren't reciprocate, "not like that" you said crying, you got up but he stopped you, “You’re drunk, you..”, “probably,” you admitted interrupting him, “but not my feelings.”
You knew this was going to be the end of your friendship, you weren’t supposed to develop feelings towards him, this was just a regular friendship where he supported you on your recovery, “I think is better if you leave, I want to be alone,” you said getting up, moving from the living room towards your room, Jared went behind you once again, but this time he grabbed you from your wrist to make you stop walking, he brought you to his chest and grabbed your face with his other hand and kissed you. When you broke apart he placed his forehead against yours and said “I love you too” and kissed again more fiercely, “For real." He pecked your lips, "I was too afraid to open up, I didn’t know if you felt the same way and didn’t want to lose what we have” he admitted after the kiss.
The following day, you arrived with him to the set, “I’m gonna talk with the producers” you said, pecking his lips, “ok, I’ll see you later” Jared said giving you another kiss. The talk with the producers went well and they were very understanding of your situation and you were grateful to them for their support. When you were leaving, you heard one of them saying “I didn’t realize they were dating,” you grinned and heard the other say “me neither, but she seems to be better."
You left the small office with a smile on your face, you weren't feeling perfect, but you knew that thanks to him, you were ready to change that. He was the main reason why you were fine with yourself, still, you had a long road ahead, but with him next to you, you would defeat anything.
Title – The Men Who Hunted Her
Pairings – DeanxY/N, Sam and Y/N friendship
Word Count – 5,453
Warnings – Violence, non-con, cursing, being drugged
SPNMixedBingo Square filled – Kidnapping
“Who’s calling you at this hour?” Sam questioned, looking up from his laptop. Dean picked up his phone and looked at the caller ID. He saw the name across the screen and rolled his eyes.
“Fucking Y/N,” he growled savagely. Sam instantly frowned.
When Dean and Y/N got together, Sam was nervous. It was like watching fire and gasoline join and when it was good, they were quite the pair to watch. They were an unbeatable force on the hunt or in the bar, and the unbridled passion they had for each other was unlike anything he’d ever seen.
But when they fought, it was just as bad. The hoarse shouting, the uncontrollable fury, sometimes even the thrown punches. There were things said that was downright unforgivable to many but for them, it was just who they were. They were as furious as they were passionate.
The last fight between Dean and Y/N was a vicious one. The screaming went on for hours. It got to the point where they didn’t even know what they were fighting about anymore. Sam didn’t know what they were fighting about anymore. And when Dean bluntly told her to get out, she left without saying a word. That was weeks ago. Sam and Y/N kept in touch behind Dean’s back, but Dean was miserable. He knew Dean regretted throwing Y/N out of the bunker, but his stubborn pride was in the way of asking her to come back.
The radio silence between Dean and Y/N had been hard on Sam, but at least Y/N was still speaking to him. Or was until four days ago. That’s when she went off the radar. If she was calling now and calling Dean, something was wrong. Before he could say so, Dean already had the phone to his ear.
“The fuck do you want?” he growled fiercely into the phone.
“Don’t hang up!” Y/N’s whispered voice begged as soon as he picked up the call. “Please, please, please don’t hang up!”
“Y/N?” Dean asked, evident anger vanishing instantly. Her hushed begging suddenly confused him.
“Please,” she sobbed uncontrollably. “I know you’re mad at me, but please don’t hang up. Please. I don’t know what else to do. I don’t know who else to call. Please don’t hang up. Please.”
“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Talk to me. What’s wrong? What’s going on?” Dean asked worriedly. Sam stood up and walked closer to his brother so he could hear the call. Something was most certainly wrong. “Baby, slow down, I can’t understand you.”
“… grabbed me from behind, I didn’t even see them…supposed to be hunting a ghoul…hit me in the head, knocked me unconscious,” Y/N got out between strangled sobs. Dean stood up and promptly went for his keys; Sam followed closely behind, grabbing his laptop along the way.
“Who has you? Who are they?” he demanded impatiently.
“I don’t know… I don’t… They keep drugging me…” Y/N said, trailing off.
“Baby, I need you to take a deep breath for me,” Dean said desperately. Y/N nodded despite Dean not being able to see her.
“I’m so tired,” she whispered fearfully, wearily leaning her head into the heel of her palm.
“Y/N, listen to me. Where are you?” Dean asked forcefully.
“I don’t know! I don’t know where I am!” she sobbed. “They had me in the trunk when they brought me here! I… I was able to… to fight… to hide… I knocked one of them out… I grabbed his cell phone, and I’m hiding, but they are looking for me… They…”
Y/N’s anxious voice was cut off when a loud banging was heard along with two or three male voices shouting furiously. Y/N covered her mouth to muffle the harsh sound of her breathing, making herself as small and as quiet as she could. She hugged the cell phone to her chest to hide the light as well. After a few minutes, the sound went away, and she pulled the phone back to her ear only to hear Dean shouting for her.
“De….” Y/N whispered. The profound relief Sam saw in Dean’s face when he heard Y/N’s whisper would be something he’d remember forever.
“How many are there?” Sam asked eagerly when Dean couldn’t speak.
“Five…. No, si…six. six of them,” Y/N whispered. Sam cursed under his breath.
“Well, that’s how they got her. No way she can take on six guys by herself. Y/N… Are you on a cell phone?” Sam asked while Dean gathered his raw emotions together.
“Ye… yeah. I stole it from one of them… I had to get to you… I had to get help…” Y/N said quietly. Sam nodded.
“Do you remember how to turn on the GPS?” Sam asked, flipping his laptop open.
“Ye…yeah,” she answered. Within minutes, Sam saw the blip show up on the screen.
“Perfect. We have it. Keep the phone with you, okay? We’re coming.”
“There you are!” an agitated voice bellowed behind her as she slipped out of the cracked window. Wide eyes looked back, and she dropped just as a gun went off above her head. Without wasting any time, Y/N took off running through the long grass and into the trees that surrounded what she now saw was a cabin inside the woods.
“Did you get her, Jackie?” a rough male voice frantically asked. A third male cursed as he saw her running in between trees.
“Bitch is in the woods. We got to stop her before someone finds her and she starts talking,” a younger male voice said. A sinister laugh echoed in the opening.
“Butch! Mikey! Marlo! Gear up! Looks like we’re going hunting…”
“Keep going straight, then at the third left, take it,” Sam said. His eyes kept bouncing between the map in his hands and the blip on the screen in front of him. They had been driving for roughly 45 minutes, and they were already out of Kansas and into Oklahoma. Dean was going 20 over the speed limit just to get to her as fast as possible.
“I never should have thrown her out,” he muttered fiercely under his breath, gently shaking his head. Sam dared an apprehensive glance up at his older brother, taking in the clenched jaw and the raw emotion he normally saw hidden from his eyes.
“You didn’t know this was going to happen, Dean,” Sam commented quietly. Dean’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.
“If anything happens to her, I will never forgive myself,” Dean growled furiously.
“We’re gonna find her, and we’re gonna destroy the assholes who took her,” Sam said, his voice so dangerous Dean had to glance at him.
“Damn straight.”
Y/N ran as fast as her bare feet would let her go on the floor of the woods. She ignored the torn skin and puncture wounds she was getting from the sticks and stones stepped on along the way. She used her arms to help launch herself over a dead tree that had fallen and continued running. Having not eaten in over a week, she had no idea where the energy was coming from, but she knew she couldn’t stop.
If she stopped, she’d inevitably die.
She heard an apparent gunshot in the distance and paused her running to look around at her surroundings. Nothing looked familiar; it was all trees and underbrush. Y/N nervously looked at the phone and was relieved to see it still had service. She couldn’t be that far from modern civilization if the mobile phone had service.
The faint sounds of someone shouting met her ears. She darted a look behind her in fear then started looking for something she could use as a weapon. Spotting a length of wood, she followed it with her eyes to see it was embedded into the carcass of a dead animal. Moving carefully, she slid over to it and pulled the old arrow out of the decaying corpse. Thankfully, the flinty tip was still sharp. Breaking the used arrow in half, she tossed the worthless half aside.
Then she climbed up the closest tree and hid.
“Splitting up was a bad idea, Jackie,” the rough voice of Marlo grunted out. He held the double-barrel loosely in his hands and frowned as he walked by the trampled ferns, kicking at them as he went.
“Oh, shut up, Marlo. If you can’t take down one bitch, then there’s something wrong with you,” Jack said, using his pistol as an extension of his arm to lift up some low-hanging branches out of his way. Jack bristled at the direct insult.
“It ain’t that and you know it! This ain’t just some bitch!” Marlo growled. “This a hunter! An’ she ain’t all drugged up like you been keepin’ her!”
“Whatever, man, she’s just like the rest of them. Just a toy we can dispose of when we’re done with her,” Jack said gleefully, looking back at Marlo with a lewd grin. When Jack turned back around to face front, Y/N dropped down on his plump shoulders and brutally stabbed the arrow into his throat.
Marlo shouted frantically in surprise as he watched blood spurt from the ragged wound in Jack’s throat, the two tumbling to the ground. Y/N snatched up Jack’s pistol and raised it, but Marlo was faster, shooting off a round from his shotgun.
Buckshot scattered and Y/N cried out as some of it embedded itself into her battered body. As Marlo racked another shot ready, Y/N fired off two shots of her own. The hoarse cries from the burly man in front of her echoed off the trees. Somehow, he was still standing. Shoving Jack’s now dead body away from her, she got herself in a better position and with wide eyes on the wounded man, she fired again. She hit her mark as Marlo’s body dropped hard onto the wooded ground.
Panting hard, Y/N remained frozen, listening anxiously for any sounds of the other men who were after her. Hearing nothing, she slowly stood up, a sore arm covering her chest. Little red spots started to show up across her dirty white shirt from the buckshot that caught her. She hissed as she moved, looking down at herself to see at least six spots where there was now embedded metal in her skin.
“Dammit,” she muttered savagely.
Moving gingerly over to where Marlo lay, she pulled the shotgun toward her and patted down his shallow pockets for more ammo. She was able to find six more shells. With shaking hands, she slid them into the pocket of her now torn and stained jeans before turning away. Making her way back to where Jack lay, she dug around in his pockets next. Nothing.
Y/N took a moment to swallow back the abject despair threatening to overwhelm her. She was aching all over, desperately tired, hungry, so very thirsty, and four of her captors were still in the woods looking for her. She pulled the phone out of her back pocket. Still had four bars of service, still transmitting the information. Shoving it back into her pocket, she stood uneasily from her crouched position and heaved a sigh.
“Where are you, Dean?”
“We’re close. Turn into this park,” Sam said, pointing to a side road on the left. Dean took the turn at speed, leaving tread marks on the road behind them. The brothers looked around carefully at the drive, noting the hunting lodge motif that seemed to engulf the area.
“They took her to a hunting ground, where no one would be bothered by the sounds of gunfire,” Dean growled impatiently. Sam opened the glove box and started digging through their fake IDs until he found their Ranger ones as Dean proceeded up to the security stop. Handing Dean his, Sam took control of the worsening situation to cover for Dean’s uncontrolled rage.
“Evening, boys. Can I help you?” the security officer politely asked. Sam lifted his ID, nudging Dean to do the same.
“Yes, Sir, we’re looking for a group of men who may be staying on your property who may be hunting outside the limits set for the active season. Tell me, have you seen any groups of say five or six men come in and rent out a private cabin?” Sam asked. The officer frowned slightly, turning to pull a clipboard off the side of the wall of his hut.
“Well, Ranger, now that you mention it… We did have a group of six guys coming up here in the middle of the night about four or five days ago. Thought it was odd they came in so late. A couple of them were acting kind of nervous, constantly looking over their shoulder and whatnot,” the officer said. Sam nodded and glanced stealthily at Dean, undoubtedly noticing his eyes narrowing.
“Yeah, those might be our guys. What cabin are they in? We’re going to pay them a surprise visit,” he asked. The officer flipped up the papers and read the paperwork in hand.
“Looks like they are staying at the Ravenwood Cabin. It’s the one that’s farthest back in the woods. Just follow the yellow trail all the way to the back, and then the black diamonds to get to the drive,” he said, promptly handing the boys a map. Sam took it and nodded.
“Thanks, Officer…” he started.
“Thoroughbred. Good luck in there, and be safe,” he said, punching a button to lift the gate. Dean forced himself to drive slowly through the gate but once he was out of sight of the security office, he picked up speed.
“Of course, they would pick the cabin farthest out,” Dean ground out through gritted teeth. Sam glanced at his laptop and saw the red dot had stopped moving. He compared it to where they were, then looked up and pointed eagerly.
“Keep going straight and keep your ears open.”
Y/N limped to a stop and leaned back against an overgrown tree, reached into her pocket, and pulled out the stolen cell phone. She was down to two bars of service. She prayed it was enough to send out a GPS signal to Sam. She stuffed the cell back into her pocket and looked down at her feet. They were torn up, bleeding heavily in some places. If those guys who took her had dogs, they would certainly be able to find her. She had to keep moving.
She desperately needed a break, though. Y/N was exhausted, and her last bit of energy was tapped. She could feel her battered body starting to shut down involuntarily. Y/N knew if she didn’t find a safe space to hide soon, she could be in real trouble.
Shoving away from the tree, she relentlessly pushed through the wooded area, desperately trying to find anything that looked familiar. Nothing but trees, brush, and branches surrounded her. She had walked for another fifteen minutes before she heard it. Freezing in place, she listened intently. Footsteps, and not in a cadence she recognized. With a terrified look behind her, she started to run frantically.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” she heard a maniacal voice shout. It only made her run faster and harder in the opposite direction. Glancing nervously behind her to see if she could spot the man chasing her, she stumbled awkwardly and as she tried to right herself – a strong hand lashed out and viciously grabbed her arm. She felt a sharp pain a second later in her neck.
“Gotcha,” a different male’s hateful voice said in her ear. Without rational thought, Y/N thrust the butt of the shotgun into the man’s face, shattering his nose. He cursed loudly, dropping her arm, and frantically grabbing his broken face with both hands. Y/N then spun on him and fired indiscriminately in his direction. She heard the man cry out as dark spots danced in front of her eyes. She fired again for good measure and heard a hoarse grunt before she turned uneasily and blindly started to stumble away, inadvertently dropping the shotgun in the process.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck FUCK she thought anxiously. Okay, we’ve dealt with this already. Take deep slow breaths. Slow your heart down. Control your movements. We can handle this. We beat the drugs once; we can beat them again.
Only this time, she wasn’t as positive.
“Wait, did you hear that?” Sam asked impatiently. Dean slowed the Impala down and listened intently through the open windows. Pulling the car off to the side of the road, he shut the engine down. The brothers listened intently to the world around them, hearing the wind blowing through the leaves and the odd cricket when suddenly
BANG! BANGBANG!
Dean’s furious eyes narrowed.
“They’re hunting something out in those woods,” Sam said, critical eyes on the tree line. He leaned back, vainly trying to see what was there.
“What are the chances it’s her?” Dean asked stonily. Sam turned to look back at the laptop, shrugging.
“It’s possible. She’s in the woods somewhere,” he responded. “Her signal is moving slowly, but I can’t pinpoint an exact location in the woods here.”
“Then we’re going in,” Dean said impatiently, opening his car door. Sam slapped his laptop shut and shoved it under his seat before following suit. When he got to the trunk of the car, Dean already had it open and a shotgun pulled out. He reached in and grabbed his own sawed-off, shoving shells into his pockets. Dean grabbed his pistol and shoved it into the back of his jeans along with a throwing knife. Sam grabbed his own pistol, then reached over to grab one of their empty backpacks and shoved a canteen and the first aid kit inside it. Dean looked at his brother with a raised brow.
“We don’t know what shape she is in. We should be prepared,” Sam explained gently. Dean’s eyes narrowed as he studied his brother, then he reached over and grabbed the other empty backpack and did the same. Dean added a blanket to his pack, while Sam added extra ammunition and a flare gun to his.
BANG! BANGBANG! BANG!
Gunshots rang out again, causing the brothers to look at the woods sharply. Dean slammed the trunk to the impala hard and racked the first shot in the shotgun.
“Let’s go, Sammy,” Dean snapped viciously as he led the way in.
Y/N blinked rapidly, desperately trying to clear her vision as she forced herself to move. She tripped and stumbled awkwardly into a nearby tree, scraping the skin off her arm in the process. A whimper escaped her as she forcefully pushed off the tree and forced her legs to keep moving. She had to keep going, she had to keep moving. She refused to die out here in the woods; she had to get back to Dean.
She wiped a hand across her neck and felt a small trickle of blood. She knew they injected her with whatever illegal drug they had been doping her with. She wiped her hand on her jeans, then reached behind her to grab the stolen pistol from the back of her pants. She didn’t know how many bullets she had left in it, but it made her feel comfortable having it in her hand.
She pressed on then, shoving away from the tree and moving slower than before as she made her way into the woods.
I can’t… I CAN’T…she thought miserably. A strangled sob got stuck in her parched throat as she stopped moving and leaned against a tree. Her breathing started growing ragged, almost like she couldn’t get enough air. She started yanking at her shirt, vainly trying to pull it away from her neck.
“I can’t… I can’t breathe,” she whispered brokenly to no one in particular. She pushed off the tree she leaned wearily against and attempted to walk again. She stumbled awkwardly with every few steps she took. The blurred vision and the dizziness told her the drugs were almost at full effect. It wouldn’t be long before she blacked out completely.
She felt an unknown hand grab her shirt to stop her, and with quick maneuvers made on instinct, she had it off her exhausted body in moments. With the remaining energy she had, she thrust her hand upward and felt the heel of her hand connect roughly with the nose of the person behind her. The sickening crunch and following yowl of pain was music to her ears. Y/N fought through the blurry vision and dizziness to grab the man’s head and forcibly bring it down sharply to her uplifted knee. She cried out herself at the violent contact, her entire leg aching terribly from the hit, but the man was unconscious and wouldn’t be bothering her anymore.
Four down. Two left.
Dean held up a hand with a closed fist when he heard the shrill cry of pain. He recognized that sound anywhere. He and Sam locked eyes, and Dean moved his fingers toward the direction he heard the sound coming from. Sam nodded and turned toward it. Slowly and silently, the two hunters crept forward until a gunshot had them running.
The following scream had Dean seeing red.
Fiery pain tore savagely through Y/N’s abdomen, ripping an agonized scream from her burning throat. She staggered her steps, colliding into a tree before collapsing into the brittle leaves on the dirt floor of the forest.
“Y/N!!!!” She heard someone shout frantically. Pulling on all the strength she had left, she yelled back.
“I’m here!!” her hoarse voice cried out. Y/N put both hands on her stomach and pressed, feeling lightning hot pain race through her, riding her veins down to her leg. She felt something warm and sticky there. When she lifted a hand to see what it was, she was mildly surprised to see something red on her fingertips.
She dropped her hand back to the bleeding wound, a hoarse groan ripped from her as complete exhaustion finally took hold. Her stinging, blurry eyes slowly drifted shut, tears making tracks through the dirt and blood on her face.
“She’s over here!” a gruff voice close to her shouted frantically. She listened carefully for the footsteps to come closer to her, but instead, she heard another gunshot. Shouting. Angry voices and crashing foliage. Flesh hitting flesh and another gunshot.
Y/N tried to hang on but felt herself start to drift. Between the drugs and now the gunshot wound, her desperate grip on reality was slipping fast. She felt her head fell back and her mouth open, which was helpful. It made breathing a little easier.
“Y/N. Y/N can you hear me? Y/N!!” she scarcely heard someone say, gently grabbing her face. She tried opening her eyes, but they wouldn’t listen to her. Her harsh breathing started to come in painful little gasps.
“I’m here,” she desperately tried to whisper. Everything sounded so distant, so far away from where she was right then.
“Dean!!” the voice shouted, fear lacing the word. Sam, then, she thought wearily. Her arms were getting heavier, numb even. Even the unbearable pain was going away. She hoped this was just the drugs making her feel this way. She didn’t want to die.
“You’re not gonna die, Y/N. Just hang on. DEAN!!” Sam shouted. That’s nice, she thought distractedly. She heard the distant rustling then the pain was back, sharp and engulfing her. She gasped, her eyes flying open to stare right into the brilliant green of Dean’s frantic ones as he relentessly pushed on her stomach wound.
“C’mon baby, you gotta stay awake for me,” Dean said, his voice filled with anguish and fear. Over his shoulder, Sam was on his phone. No doubt he was calling for help. Y/N’s eyes drooped.
“De…. Dru…gg…ed…” she got out through a pant, then grimaced as a violent wave of pain ran through her body, causing her to shiver violently. Dean’s eyes instantly started looking over her face and neck, before spotting the pinprick on her neck that was bleeding slightly.
“Drugged? They drugged you?” he asked frantically, but she was already out. “Babe? Y/N!? Y/N!!”
Dean started to panic, pushing two fingers into her neck to find your pulse. He found your pulse beating too slowly, but at least it was beating. He had no clue what kind of drug they gave her. Sam hung up the phone and turned back to his big brother.
“We need to get her to the road. They can’t land life flight in the woods,” he said, looking down at Y/N.
“They drugged her, Sammy. See if any of them have any drugs or syringes on them. I’ll start taking her to the car,” Dean demanded, moving to pick Y/N up bridal style so he could carry her. Sam nodded and started going through the pockets of the men around them.
Minutes later, Sam ran up to him with a syringe in his hand. Together they got Y/N to the car, then made it to the main road just as Rescue was pulling up.
The first thing she was aware of was the beeping of the heart rate monitor. The second was the heavy warmth around her hand. She could tell it had been there a while, that she had been there a while, simply by the ache in her joints and muscles. What she wouldn’t give to just stretch and instantly feel everything pop and move back into place like they were naturally supposed to be.
Instead, she tried opening her very heavy eyelids to see where exactly she was.
The hospital room she was in was dimly lit, just a lamp in the corner on the lowest setting. It looked dark outside the window, so it was either really late or really early. When her tired eyes caught the sleeping man in the chair next to her, a contented smile played on her face.
Dean looked tired. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his clothes were rumpled. He was sleeping soundly on his folded arms, one eager hand wrapped around hers in a very tight grip. Suddenly, whatever they were arguing about before seemed so unimportant. She couldn’t even remember what it was about. All she really wanted more than anything right then was to see his gorgeous eyes and his charming smile.
Gently squeezing the hand he had a secure grip on, she tried to call his name with no success. Her throat was dry and scratchy, so any sound came out sounding broken and crackly. Thankfully, the door to her private room opened then and Sam walked in with a cup of coffee. When he realized she was awake, he smiled fondly at her with wet eyes.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said quietly, walking over to the opposite side of the hospital bed that Dean was resting on. He leaned down and gently kissed her on the top of the head, knowingly causing her to close her eyes and grin at him. “Welcome back.”
Sam then walked around the hospital bed to where Dean was and set his coffee down on one of the tables in the room. He put his hands on each one of Dean’s shoulders, squeezing slightly.
“Dean… Hey, I need you to wake up for me,” Sam said soothingly, rubbing his arms to gently wake him up. The older Winchester still woke with a jolt and a slight groan. Y/N watched him, eagerly waiting for him to look up at her.
“Look who’s awake, Dean,” Sam said softly. Dean immediately looked up at Y/N and his eager face broke into a relieved smile when he saw her pretty eyes looking back at him. He carefully moved from the chair to the side of her bed and gently pressed a chaste kiss to her mouth. Y/N pressed her hands to his face, needing to feel him, his skin on hers.
“Hey, baby,” Dean whispered tenderly. Y/N sniffled in response, carefully slipping her hands to his flannel shirt, and fisting it tightly. Sam had taken a step back, pouring some water into a cup with a straw for Y/N. He willingly handed it over to Dean who then took it and carefully held it out to Y/N. She took a few long sips of the water and attempted to clear her sore throat of the crude clogging it.
“Are they dead?” she asked, her pleasant voice sounding raw and painful. Dean nodded.
“Yeah, they’re all dead. You’re safe now,” Dean said, running his hand over her hair. “And I am so sorry…”
“No apologies,” Y/N mumbled, gently interrupting him. “You didn’t hang up the phone and got me away from them. That’s more than enough.” Dean shook his head, intentionally avoiding her eyes.
“If I never told you to leave, you would never have been in that position,” he said regretfully. Y/N couldn’t argue that one. Instead, she just took his hand and interlaced her fingers with his.
“Lesson one in learning how to fight correctly: don’t kick each other out of the bunker,” she whispered tenderly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Dean simply shook his head, swallowing hard. Y/N carefully studied his face. “Hey,”
Dean looked up at her, taking in the cuts and bruises scattered across her face. The guilt in his heart weighed down heavily on him and she could see it in his eyes. She pulled his face back down to hers and eagerly pressed their lips together again.
“I don’t blame you, Winchester,” she whispered fiercely against his lips. “But if it makes you feel better, I forgive you.”
Sam watched from the far side of the hospital room as his big brother and Y/N took the time to thank whoever listens to them that she made it out of this horrible ordeal alive. The drugs that those men kept pumping her full of took three full days to get out of her system. Thankfully, there should be no lasting damage to her. The gunshot wound was superficial, but thanks to the drugs, bled a lot. She’ll have an ugly scar, but she’ll live to talk about it.
It was the rape kit they had to do on her that infuriated the brothers. The doctors inadvertently discovered the need for it when they were prepping her for surgery. It took everything Sam could do to control Dean and his relentless fury. He was on the receiving end of a few punches before he invariably got Dean in a hold that stopped the violent attacks.
“Listen to me. HEY! LISTEN to me!” Sam shouted furiously at his brother once Dean was pressed up against the wall with his arms pinned. “Stop. You’re going to get kicked out of the hospital if you keep this up. The guys who kidnapped her are to blame for this. Not you, not me, and not the medical staff, alright?”
Dean stormed out of the hospital with Sam and Y/N’s doctor watching with frowns on their faces.
“Is he going to be okay?” they asked Sam. He didn’t know how to answer that, so Sam just shrugged. He told the doctors to do what they had to do for Y/N and he’d sign whatever paperwork was needed. Sam ended up sitting with Y/N for almost two days before Dean made his way back. When he arrived, he looked like he hadn’t slept and reeked of smoke and gasoline.
“They won’t be able to hurt her again,” he said as he stared at Y/N from the foot of her bed. Sam simply shook his head and sent Dean to the hotel room he rented to get a hot shower and some sleep.
Sam knew this was going to be new nightmare material for both his brother and Y/N. Dean’s overwhelming guilt would be enough to inevitably create new scenarios in his head that wouldn’t be real. He’ll wake up screaming horribly in the middle of the night thinking he didn’t save Y/N in time. And since Y/N had the Winchester habit of not talking about things, she’d be reliving this in her dreams as well. All Sam could do is be prepared to help them as best he could from the sidelines and remind them how to avoid getting to this place again.
Which does, in fact, start with not kicking each other out of the bunker during a fight.
Summary - Y/N and Jensen had an unusual start to their car ride when Jared had requested his costar of fifteen years to pick her up for their Christmas dinner party, that the Padaleckis were holding in Austin. But when their car breaks down in the middle of the road and they had to spent a night together, things take a wild turn.
Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Y/N (Eventual)
Characters - Jensen Ackles, Reader, Jared Padalecki, a few OFCs
WC - 2513
Warnings - Typical enemies to lovers tags, fighting over the radio, a few bad words and mention of one unsolicited dick pic
Square Filled - Listening to music ( @spnmixedbingo )
A/N - Hey everyone, it has been so long I had posted something. This was supposed to be an oneshot but it turned into a monster, so I divided it into two parts. This is basically the enemies part, the next part is pure filth (which will be posted tomorrow)
For the sake of this fic, Jensen is unmarried. I won't tolerate any hate towards Danneel or the Ackles fam. This is purely a work of fiction.
This is a submission to @wonder-cole's challenge. The prompt is in bold.
Completely unbeta'd. All mistakes and general bullshit are mine.
“Keep your feet off the dash.” Jensen grumbled, glaring over at her. Y/N threw a glance at him and continued to look out of the window. “Did you not hear me, Y/N?”
“Turn off the radio and I'll keep my feet off the dash.” She offered him a shrug, making him grit his teeth in annoyance. There were still six more hours left to reach Austin and Jensen was very tempted to push her out of the car and drive away but being the nice guy he was and her being Jared’s best friend, he shook off that brutal idea.
“What's wrong with the radio?” He asked.
“It's just the song it's playing. I didn't realise you were so old, Ackles.” Y/N smirked, and did the most unexpected thing, that was, promptly turning off the radio.
“What the fuck, Y/N?” Jensen asked, her obnoxious behaviour, making his car swerve across the street. Six more hours. He was this close to kicking her out and showing up to Jared’s house, saying that his best friend skipped it.
“I just turned off the radio. Stop acting like I killed someone,” she said.
“You interrupted a classic song. It's the same as committing a cold blooded crime.” The actor glared at her.
Y/N wasn't the one to cower down under his strong gaze and ruthless words so she said, “The radio stays off unless you play Billie Eilish or Adele.” Jensen scoffed at her impudence.
“Un-fucking-believable.” He huffed. When he would reach the place, he wasn't going to need a glass of drink, he needed to drink off an entire bar. “Stop acting like a fucking brat!”
“Oh so now you tell me what I can or cannot do. I don't take any fucking orders from you.” She snarled at him and he quickly pulled the car to the side.
Turning off the engine, he shoved her legs off the dash and leaned dangerously close to her still holding her gaze. His brows were knitted together and his face was scrunched up in a dirty frown. Y/N shuddered as his warm breath tickled the exposed part of her neck. She swallowed hard, trying to calm down her racing heart and butterflies soaring inside her stomach but it didn't help when Jensen inched closer to her. Dropping his voice a few octaves, he said, “You're in my car so you'll do what I say. You don't wanna listen to me, well you can get out right now and find another way to reach the place. Or, you can shut the fuck up and let me drive, sweetheart.”
“I dare you to kick me out of the car.” She backed up until she hit the door behind her. The corner of Jensen’s lips tugged up in a smirk. Her mouth fell open as he caged her against the door with his arms.
“I think I should just teach you a lesson,” he said, “You have been a bad girl, Y/N, getting on my fucking nerves all day.” A shiver ran down her spine as his voice became rough and dark. “But I've decided to let this one slide.”
The next half an hour they drove in silence, Jensen thanking his good fortune which made Y/N shut up. The peace and quiet was rudely interrupted by a loud “oh fuck no” echoing inside the vehicle as the woman checked her texts. Jensen looked at her from the corner of his eyes and his brows hit his hairline. Was that a...oh it definitely was...a dick pic. He cleared his throat and continued to drive as if he didn't just see invade Y/N’s privacy and he couldn't help but ask.
“Everything's okay?”
“Oh everything's fine. I'm just done with the entire male species.” She scoffed and he gathered the picture of the penis was completely not asked for. For a moment he felt bad for her but her next words made him regret the fact that he cared for her for even a second. “Oh don't be so smug. You are part of that male species.”
“I'm not a fucking perv,” said Jensen.
“You saw.” Her cheeks heated up and suddenly she felt embarrassed.
“Block that bastard. I bet that'll be a strong blow to his ego.” He said, wondering how did they reach from fighting over the radio and plotting each other's murder to him giving advices how to get rid off perverts.
“How did you know his ego made him send this?” And for the first time, Jensen saw her smile.
“Like you said, I'm part of that male species.” He shrugged.
This was the first time that they were having a conversation like civilised people until Jensen turned on the radio. Y/N’s face settled into a scowl, opting to not say anything again, knowing it wouldn't be effective towards him. She looked over to her left and admired the flawless side profile. They had gotten off on the wrong foot and Y/N couldn't exactly place a finger when they started butting their heads together. Maybe it could have been how Jensen pulled up in front of her house to pick her up almost an hour late or maybe because she had spilled juice on him while they had their lunch. But she couldn't deny the fatal attraction she felt towards him and how undeniably hot he was.
“Tinder’s not a great place to find a good match, you know that right?” Jensen said, interrupting her train of thoughts.
“Yeah but unlike you, I don't have people lining up in front of my house to date me--”
“I don't have...Listen I know you're mad that I showed up late at your house and also kind of broke the Christmas gift you bought for Tom and I'm truly sorry for that--”
“What happened?” Like every good moment, the car had come to an abrupt stop. Jensen tried to turn on the engine but the vehicle didn't start up. He got out of it and went to check what's wrong.
“What's the verdict?” Y/N asked.
“Something's wrong with the engine and I don't have the tools to fix this. We gotta look for a mechanic,” he said, shaking his head. “It'll be alright. We'll reach the Padaleckis in time.”
“When you said we'll get through this, I didn't think sitting by the fire and looking pretty was on the plan, Jensen.” Y/N said, hands crossed firmly on her chest as she snapped at her…friend? Acquaintance? She didn't know where they stood right now, considering she had met him just a few hours ago. Right now, all he was the man, who was acting as her chauffeur on her best friend's request who also happened to be his co-star of fifteen years.
“You heard what Chad said. It's goin’ to take a while for the car to start up again. So instead of freezing our asses out there, I rented out a room for the night.” Without even sparing a glance at her, the man replied, still finding the book in his hands far more captivating. They had found a mechanic a few blocks away from the place their car had broken down but it was the evening of late December out there so when the man said it would take him quite a few hours to fix the car, they were compelled to look for a hotel room to spend the night.
A scowl appeared on her face, as she plopped down on the corner of the bed. After spending hours working with a new client, she was now subjected to an agonising torture of spending a night cooped up in a rented hotel room with the man she had started to despise. Her eyes did a quick scan of the room until they fell upon the actor sitting by the cheerful fire burning in the hearth. Jensen was leaning back against the chair, reading a book, completely unbothered by the fact they were stranded in the middle of nowhere. Fine, maybe she was exaggerating because they still had cell service but they were stranded because the engine of the car decided to give out all of a sudden.
“I should have never agreed with Jared’s plans. Nothing has gone well since I met you.” Y/N grumbled sulking further, worrying over her life's misfortunes. She brought her knees up to her chest and rubbed her hands together in order to warm them up because the only warm place in the room was occupied by him.
“Then why'd you agree? And let it be known, if I had thought that I would be sharing a room with you for a night, hearing you yap in my ears, I would have backed the hell out.” Jensen sneered, finally raising his head a bit to meet her eyes which were boring holes into his skull. The glare intensified as they both returned each other's stare before Y/N decided to end the staring contest.
“I'm going to go get another room.” She declared, quickly rising to her feet. Putting on some slippers, she threw one obnoxious glance towards him and slipped out of the room. She didn't know what she had done to piss him off.
Guiding her way down the hotel corridors, she reached the front desk. “Excuse me, I'm staying in room number 204, but I was asking to check if you have any other empty rooms available to stay in for the night?” Y/N asked the blonde girl managing the front desk.
With an apologetic smile, she replied to Y/N’s question, “I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't have any other rooms available for the night. It being a holiday season, all our rooms are currently booked but if an availability of a room arises, we'll inform you.”
Dejected, Y/N nodded and padded her way back to the shared room only to find Jensen grinning like the devil at her. “I assume they didn't have any rooms available.”
“No.” She curtly answered.
“Uh-huh. I knew that because I had already asked them about two separate rooms for us.” Jensen offered her a shrug, “oh and Chad just called--” waving the cell in his hand “--it's gonna take at least a few hours till daylight to repair the car. So, for the night, I call dibs on the couch and you can take the bed.”
Y/N’s wary eyes travelled from the couch to the bed and then she looked at the man who was waiting on her to say something. “Are you sure about taking the couch? You're probably going to end up with a stiff neck in the morning.”
“It's better than sleeping on the cold, hard floor,” Jensen said.
“The bed’s big enough...” She reluctantly said, pitying the fact that he would be sleeping on a couch but she also didn't want to share a bed with him.
A moment of silence passed as Jensen's eyes fleeted between the bed and her before he got up from his seat, dropping the book back in his suitcase as he got busy around the room. Shimmying out of his warm jacket, he made himself comfortable to catch some good sleep but to Y/N’s surprise, he pulled out a scarf and a hoodie and put it on. He grabbed his wallet and cell and went out of the room without exchanging any words with the woman in there. Okay, rude.
Y/N followed almost the same routine as his, getting out of her coat and making herself ready for bed and instead of putting on a hoodie, she crawled under the covers. She picked up her cell from the bedside table and scrolled through the notifications which included some work emails and a few texts from her coworkers. Pulling up one of her social media apps, she refreshed her Instagram feed and sighed when she saw Katie from her highschool showing off her new engagement ring. Y/N tried to be truly happy for her but Katie’s engagement pointed out to her that she had no one to even celebrate a six month milestone in a relationship.
A dozen thoughts swam around her head, some screaming that maybe she was the problem, others retorting that maybe she was too good for the guys she had dated. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by Jared’s call.
“Hey, Jare.” Y/N greeted, putting the device against her ear.
“Y/N, I know you already have a lot on your plate so don't freak out. Matt is coming to dinner.” The man on the other end of the call said.
“I thought you didn't invite him.” Y/N almost yelled.
“I didn't. He is coming as Samantha’s plus one. And you know Sam is a good friend of mine. I didn't realise she would bring Matt after knowing everything.” Jared tried to reason.
“God, this day keeps getting worse and worse.” Y/N sighed. “First Jensen, then Matt.”
“Speaking of Ackles, where is that dumbass?” He asked.
“I don't know. He went out somewhere--”
“Hold up, are you guys sharing a room?”
“Jared...”
“I know, I know you don't like him that much yet but you may never know. Sometimes, some things are just meant to be.” Y/N could almost picture the smug smile appearing on his face.
“I hate him and now I hate you that you asked him to be my chauffeur. I never thought you asked Hollywood over there.” Y/N grumbled, knowing quite well, Jared tried to play the matchmaker between them.
“He hates that nickname. And trust me, he is a good friend of mine. He takes some time to warm up to strangers but he's a good man.” Jared’s laughter rang in her ear. “How long do you think it will take for you guys to reach Austin?”
“Quite some time to fix the car and then four more hours of driving. We aren't going to reach before the evening.” Y/N said and did a mental math of how many hours she had to spend with Jensen Ackles. Knowing her ex-boyfriend would be present at the Christmas dinner, she started to dread the whole evening but she couldn't wait to see her best friend.
“Just don't end up killing each other. I need to see how the English weather treated my friend.” Jared said, hinting at the fact that Y/N spent the last three years in Manchester as she got promoted and her company offered her their office in the UK and only a few days ago, she had flown back to the States.
“I won't kill him, as much as I want to. I so hope you arranged for strong drinks, ‘cause I'm gonna need them.” Y/N said and then they exchanged their goodbyes before she disconnected the call. Settling deep inside the covers, she rubbed her socks covered feet together as sleep overtook her worn out body and she slipped into a state of unconsciousness.
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