Sammy

Best friend's brother

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Summary: You're Colter's best friend and one of the few people he trusts to help him with his cases. But while helping him search for a missing backpacker in Montana, you never expected his brother, Russell Shaw, to become someone so important to you.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: • suicide mentioned • best friend's brother • harsh words • cussing • missing person • kissing

You were helping Colter on a case, someone in Montana went missing, apparently he was hiking. A lot of people said he just wanted to disappear, start a new life over, or it was suicide, but his parents were sure it wasn't. His parents hired Colter to search him, and Colter asked you for some help because there was a lot of ground to cover.

You arrived at the destination, Dead Man's Drop, you had to climb a lot, through the forest and up a mountain, the weather was down, it could rain or maybe snow. You parked your car next to Colter's, he too had a trailer clinging to his car where he could sleep anywhere. But there was another trailer, one you didn't know.

You looked over at the unfamiliar trailer again, curiosity getting the better of you. You looked next to you, "Colter?" You asked, but before he could answer, the door of the trailer opened.

A man stepped out, carrying a coffee cup in one hand. At first glance, you could tell he was related to Colter. There was something familiar in the way he carried himself, the same confidence, but there was also something different.

Colter noticed where you were looking and sighed slightly. "That's my brother." Your eyebrows lifted, you've heard a lot about his brother, but you never expected to meet him, and you sure as hell didn't expect him to look so handsome. "Russell." He introduced himself, the man looked over at the two of you, a small smirk appearing on his face.

"Let me guess," he said as he walked closer. "You're the person who keeps my brother from getting himself killed?" You couldn't help but laugh.

"Something like that."

Russell looked at Colter, then back at you.

"Interesting." Colter crossed his arms, "Don't you even dare, she's off limits." As you heard that, you shot him a look that said 'what the fuck!?', you turned your head back to Russell, "Don't listen to him. I'm free." Russell broke the starting argument, he wanted to lighten the mood, but that didn't go as planned, "How do you two get any jobs done bickering like this?" "Shut up, Russell." You and Colter both said at the same time. "Grab your stuff, we'll start the search." Colter ordered, no room for arguments or back talk.

You actually loved the forest, knew your way around one and how to perfectly search for someone or something in one, so it was obvious that you went first. Behind you walked Colter and Russell together, but even though they grew up in a forest and learned how to survive, they kept talking and arguing over the smallest things. You ignored them, searching for the missing backpacker until they finally pissed you off enough to flip out. They had been so busy arguing that they didn't see part of the evidence, and Russell accidentally stepped on it, "oh no." You sighed, "look what you two have done now! You keep ruining this whole investigation. Either make up now or shut up until we're done with this investigation." Colter and Russell felt both embarrassed, they hadn't meant to ruin the evidence, "I'm sorry," Colter started, "we'll focus on the investigation."

"You always this bossy?" Russell teased, catching up to you, you didn't answer, only picked up your pace, but for some reason Russell finally kept up with you. "You know, most people at least pretend to tolerate me." "Sounds like a them problem. I’m not responsible for everyone else’s poor judgment." You answered, catching him off guard, Russell whistled and said "you're fire, i can work with that."

Eventually everyone made it to the top, you spread out to find more evidence, so you didn't expect to find him here, "Russ, what are you doing here?" You asked, crossing your arms. "Aww, you got a nickname for me already, Sweetheart?" You rolled your eyes and decided not to answer that. "So did you find something here?" Russell dropped the teasing attitude and focused on the case, "yeah, here, see these footsteps, he went this way. I also found his backpack over there." He said as he pointed to a tree further up. "Okay, i'll call Colter and then we'll check it out." You said, seriously focused on the case now, as you call Colter, it starts to rain, through the rain hitting the leaves on the ground and the low wifi, Colter and you managed to figure out your location. "Okay, he'll be here in a few minutes, let's look around while we wait." "I'll search over here." Russell answered you but his gaze never left you.

You, Cotler and Russell moved quickly through the rain, following the footsteps before the storm washed them away. It had been a few hours, you three had actually found some evidence and there was a cave nearby, you wanted to check it out immediately, but the storm was too heavy, Colter called you back, "It's too dangerous, we can search in there tomorrow!" Cotler called out through the thick and loud storm, "but what if he's all alone in there!" You yelled back, "I know you want to save him, we all do, but you gotta come back, sweetheart!" Russell yelled back, his rough voice cutting through the loud rain. Colter shot Russell a look but didn't argue about what he called you, not now in a storm as heavy as this. You looked back at the cave one more time, it was safe from the storm, the Shaw brothers are right, dammit.

Walking through the storm, you all made it back to camp, Colter went into his trailer the second you got back, but Russell didn't rush. "You wanna come back to my trailer?" He invited, he wasn't being pushy, he wasn't as teasing like he was first. He really wanted you to come back with him. You took his hand and followed him, the rain outside kept getting louder and heavier, but inside was warm.

"Get comfortable, you'll be here for a while." Russell said, his voice softer than before, he grabbed a towel and handed it to you "here you go." You thanked him while drying yourself off. Russell watched you, "so...how long have you and my brother been friends?" You looked at him, a little surprised by the random question, "uhm...ten years." That was a long time, especially because Russell and Colter haven't talked for twenty years. Russell nodded, rubbing a hand through his hair while thinking, "He has probably told you about me, about our father," he paused, rubbing his stubble with his hand, "i'm not as bad as he thinks, y'know." You sat down next to him on his bed, you didn't look at him though, "i know," Russell looked surpised and let out a small laugh, "to be honest, i never believed that story." You continued, looking back at Russell. Russell's eyes changed, hope maybe? No, there was something else you saw in his eyes, but you couldn't quite name it. "You really believe that?" You nodded, your heart suddenly beating much louder than the rain against the trailer roof.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Russell studied your face, as if trying to decide whether you meant it. Slowly, he lifted a hand and brushed a damp strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your cheek for just a second.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

Before you had the chance to answer, he leaned in, giving you every opportunity to pull away. When you didn't, his lips met yours gently, hesitant enough to let you pull away if you wanted to. Instead, you found yourself leaning into him, your hand instinctively resting against his chest. The kiss lingered for a few quiet seconds, neither of you in any hurry to end it. Outside, rain drummed steadily against the trailer roof, the sound fading into the background until it was just the two of you.

He drew back just enough to meet your eyes, his thumb still resting against your cheek.

POV: he finally takes you to the place no one else knows about.(Jensen)

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Summary: After weeks of chaos, your famous boyfriend takes you somewhere no one else knows about, a hidden cabin deep in the forest where the world finally feels quiet again.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: gn!reader • cozy • famous boyfriend • fluff • cabin/forest setting

Three hours in the drive you start to see less city and more forest, the road became quiet, trees covering both sides, the sky became darker as you drove. Jensen kept one of his hands on your thigh while he drove you to the place he promised you woud absolutely love.

The deeper you went inside the forest, the less you saw of humanity, no city, no people around, just the two of you. Some might've called it creepy, staying in a cabin all alone, deep in a forest, surrounded by animals, just the two of you, a small town far up ahead, but you liked it. Jensen had bought this cabin a while back so he had a place to hide from the people, he loved being an actor, but sometimes a break was needed, and then he took you up here.

"Welcome home, Sweetheart." He said as he parked near the cabin, it was a 2 story wooden house, the outside was still covered in snow from the last snowstorm, but inside was cozy. He opened the front door and you were welcomed in an open living room that's connected to the kitchen. In the living room is a big couch, a fireplace, a big tv, chairs, a small wooden table in front of the couch, a basket where the blankets are kept in, some rugs on the floor. The kitchen wasn't big, but it was enough for two people, the view was beautiful though, when you're standing in the kitchen, coffee mug in your hand, enjoying the view, you could see the forest meeting the moody sea. In the hallway is a big staircase to the bedroom and bathroom, the bedroom is absolutely beautiful, a big bed, flannel blankets, right next to the bed is the window, with a view between the trees.

"Wow...Jensen, this is amazing." You say shocked, this has been your dream since you were little, being tucked away deep in the forest with your boyfriend. "It's no big deal, Sweetheart. Make yourself at home." Jensen responded with a chuckle as he walked back to the car to get your bags.

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐝'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Summary: When your dad leaves for a week-long work trip, you're left staying with his best friend, Jensen Ackles. Between sold-out concerts, backstage moments, and feelings neither of you expected, the line between friendship and something more begins to blur.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Age Gap • Dad's Best Friend AU • Slow Burn • Fem!Reader • Reader Insert (Y/N)

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The backstage hallway buzzed with quiet chaos. Crew members hurried past with headsets, guitars rested against flight cases, and the muffled roar of thousands of fans seeped through the arena walls. On stage, the crowd erupted as the band finished another song.

After thanking the audience, Jensen flashed his signature grin. "It's time for a small break—we'll be right back."

The lights dimmed as the band slipped offstage for a short break.

Backstage, the atmosphere shifted from electric to calm. Someone handed Jensen a bottle of water while another crew member updated him on the next setlist. Between conversations, his attention drifted down the hallway.

Your dad was out of town, so you had to stay with his best friend, you had no other place to go, so you went to the concert with him. Jensen walked over, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Hey, sweetheart. You surviving back here, or is the rockstar life already boring you?” You looked up from your phone and answered, "hm? No, i like your music." You answered with a soft smile.

"So you're on a break now?" You asked Jensen while following him, “Yeah, we’ve got about an hour before we’re back on.” He glanced toward the hallway, then back at you. “Come on. The suite’s quieter. Unless you secretly enjoy being attacked by crew members carrying guitars.” Jensen said while guiding you through the backstage crowd, keeping his hand steady on your waist.

As you entered the luxury suite you heard a joyful "Here we are, get comfortable, Sweetheart." Behind you, but you didn't really pay attention to that, instead just sat down and took this place in, "damn... this is fancy." You mumbled, it wasn't like Jensen could hear that...right? Well he did, and it made him grin, that attractive thing he always did.

The second the door closed behind you, the noise of the arena became a distant rumble. For the first time all night, it felt quiet. Jensen seemed different back here—not the man commanding a stage in front of thousands, but just Jensen. "want to drink something?" He asked while he was opening a beer for himself, "just a coke for me, dad would kill me if I drank, especially at a concert." You joked. He chuckled, "oh yeah, he'd blame me too, giving his little girl a drink." While he opened a can of coke and walked back to the couch, setting the drinks down on the table in front of them. He sat down next to you, Jensen got comfortable, leaning back against the couch, manspreading, with one beer in his hand, and his other arm behind you on the couch.

“You know you’re staring, right?” you mumbled, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

Jensen blinked like he’d been caught, then that familiar grin appeared.

“Am I?”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile gave you away. “Yes.”

“Funny,” he said, his fingers tapped lightly against the couch, close enough that you noticed, but not enough to cross a line. “You don’t seem too bothered by it.”

You hated that your heart reacted every time he smiled at you. Because no matter how easy it was to forget in moments like this, there was one thing you couldn’t ignore.

The age difference.