#jared fic

The screen gave him and the rest of the crew the view of what was going on forty feet above them. You and Jensen were doing a scene with a few extras in the four story warehouse in front of them while Jared waited down below with the other camera crew, getting ready to get the shot that was coming up. He wasn't in this particular scene, but once this shot was captured, he'd be in the next one, so he kept close.

Richard Speight was directing this one, and with a little help from Jensen before the shots went into full swing, everything seemed to run smoothly. The camera angles were perfect and with you and Jensen being the professionals you were, the scenes up there were unraveling flawlessly.

"Cut." Rich pulled his headphones off and grabbed the megaphone from next to his chair, pointing it up towards the top floor where the window just burst out into tiny fake shards.

"Alright, Y/N! I want you launch yourself backwards." Jared looked up at the opening on the fourth floor seeing you standing there, nodding down at Rich. "Take a second to line yourself up, and when you're ready, he's going to come at you and then you go for it! Okay!?" You nod again and Jared watches as you look down at the large inflatable stunt bag that waited for you on the ground. After so many years on the show, the three of you were no stranger to jumping out of windows, but the butterflies were still just as new with each time something like this came around.

You turned back into the large room, the crew's eyes on you as you took a few more moments to prepare yourself, and then they saw you raise your hand with a clear thumbs up, letting them all know that you were ready.

"Everyone ready!" Rich slid his headphones back over his ears, took one more glance up at you in the window and then his eyes went to the screen. "Action!"

Jared saw the scene quickly unfold. Their extra, who was playing a demon in this particular scene, turned to look at you with his black eyes and then his hand lifted, forcing you out the window. 'Dean' screamed for you as you launched yourself backwards.

Him, Rich and everyone else around then took their eyes off the screen and watched as you fell forty feet towards the large inflatable pillow. Jensen ran towards the window, staying in character as he watched from above, completely distraught at what was happening.

But no one knew that in just a few seconds, all their faces would be matching Jensen's, and none of it would be an act.

Everyone watched as your body landed on the thick plastic, but all eyes went wide when they saw where you landed.

Usually anywhere near the middle is of course best. Even just on the outskirts is okay. But you were nowhere close to that.

You just caught the edge of the bag, and because the location, your body bounced and the pillow tossed you onto the concrete just off to the side of it.

"Y/N!" Jared was the first to take off in your direction, then everyone else followed. Rich quickly ripped his headphones off and tossed them to the ground, practically tripping over the leg of the chair as he sped towards you.

"Y/N!?" Jared could hear you groan before he fell to your side and it killed him when he finally came face to face with you.

Your eyes were screwed shut in pain and he could see that every limb was stiff as your body tensed up. Poor Jensen wanted to be down there , but seeing that the swarm of crew members were already surrounding you, he figured his best view at the moment was right there.

"Is she okay!?" Jensen yelled down to the hoard of people, his anxiety spiking like crazy since his view was obstructed. "Jared!?"  One of the crew members looked up, holding up a finger, telling him that none of them knew how you were yet.

"What hurts?" Rich asked as he held a gentle hand to your left arm. Though your eyes were still screwed shut, both him and Jared watched your head roll back and forth as you tried to contain the pain.

"Y/N?" Jared tried now, his right hand resting gently on your arm while his left ran over the side of your head, looking for any blood or unusual marks.

"Back." you cry out through clenched teeth. "Everything." With that, Jared glanced up, meeting Richards gaze quickly, and then Rich jumped to his feet.

"Alright, guys, everyone back up! Give her some room!" One of the medics had joined Jared next to you while Rich stopped the other one, telling them that they needed to get an ambulance. Thankfully, they quickly got on their walkie and called for the ambulance on site.

The second Jensen saw the ambulance pulling up, he rushed out of the building, taking the stairs two or more at a time. By the time he got down there, they were loading you up into the vehicle and Jared jumped in after saying something to Richard.

"Is she okay!?" he didn't slow until he reached the back of the ambulance. The doors were already shut so he tried to peek through the window to see if his question would be answered, but all he saw was you laying flat with a brace around your neck and Jared holding your hand. "Rich?"

"I-I don't know." Cleary in distress, he pushed his hair back out of his face while his eyes watched the ambulance drive off the lot, but once it was out of sight, he turned to Jensen, quickly seeing the desperation in his pleading eyes.

With his stomach doing flips with every second that went by, Jared wished with everything he had that you would open your eyes and look at him, but you were clearly in way to much pain to do so. Yet, that didn't stop the tears from sliding from the small slits, causing him to feel even more helpless that he couldn't do anything to make you more comfortable.

"Just breathe, okay?" his thumb continued to run over your knuckles, even as your hand gripped down on his with all your strength.

Jared kept glancing towards the foot of the gurney, seeing the EMT carefully move your feet and legs to see if you broke anything from the waist down. Though you kept crying out in pain, it was nowhere near the sounds you would have made if something was broken.

"Anything hurting more than it should?" The EMT asked, looking up at you. Jared saw you bite down on your lip before finally opening your eyes just enough to look at the man.

"My right arm." you answered with a shaky breath, and Jared's eyes instantly shot over to your right side. "Shoulder....back."

"So, your whole right side, pretty much?" You give a short nod as the man stands but stays hunched over as to not hit his head on the roof of the vehicle.

He reaches across your still body, grabbing your right hand first, playing with your fingers for a moment before slowly moving up your arm. When he touched your wrist, you let out a painful yelp, getting both of their attention.

But, since you said that your shoulder and back hurt, the man kept going on his hunt, his fingers messing with every inch of skin up your right arm, until he made it to your shoulder.

Your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip, so much so that Jared was afraid you were going to pierce your own skin. The strangled cry that came out made tears prick his eyes and his stomach knot up.

"I think you may have fractured your wrist, and I think it's safe to say that you really messed up your shoulder. We'll get you into x-ray when we land at the mother ship, alright?" Your eyes fell shut again. All that was going through your mind now was how bad was your injuries and how long were you going to be out of work because of them.

"Jared!" Hearing the familiar voice, Jared's head snapped up and saw Jensen and Clif jogging towards him. "How is she?" Panting because of the panic plus the running added on top of that, Jensen looked down the hall before meeting his friends eyes again.

"Uh...they think that she fractured her wrist and probably her shoulder too. They took her back for x-rays the second we got here."

"Jesus." Jensen sighed, his hand running over his forehead as he played your fall over and over in his mind.

"Yeah. She's in a lot of pain." Jared's voice caught at the end, earning a comforting hand from Jensen on his shoulder. Both men took a minute to get a grip on their emotions and then Jared let out a heavy breath. "Rich let you go?" Jensen shrugged as he glanced down the hall again, hoping to see you.

"He's just as worried as us. I think he's gonna call it for the rest of the day." Jared nods before looking back to the double doors that you disappeared into, hoping it wouldn't take much longer than it already had.

He continued to sit in the small chair, his leg bouncing up and down uncontrollably while Jensen paced back and forth in front of him. Clif remained the calmest of the three, leaning against the wall next to Jared's seat, his eyes downcast most of the time.

The fall was horrific, something they thought they would only see in an actual movie. The way your body bounced and got flung onto the ground, it was like they were watching a rag doll fall from that window, not a real person.

Jared was sure that you hit your head, but there was no way to be sure. It all happened so fast. But either way, that scene just kept running on repeat in all their heads, not stopping until a doctor finally approached.

The man in scrubs gave them all a nod and a soft smile as he walked up to them. Jared hopped out of his chair and Jensen finally stopped pacing, but Clif remained against the wall, only his head lifting as he watched his men.

"Well?" The doc nodded, his eyes leaving Jared momentarily to look at the other two.

"She definitely has a small fracture in her wrist, but the worst is the fractures to her humerus."

"Fractures?" Jensen put emphasis on the 's', wondering if he heard correctly.

"Yes. It looks like when she hit the ground, her shoulder took all her weight."

"So...what? She going to need a sling? Cast?" Jared wondered aloud.

"A sling should do the trick. Probably about three weeks considering her situation. She should minimalize her movements so it can heal properly, especially for the first few days. But then some usage will be good after that, as long as she doesn't push it."

"Is she free to go then, or...." Jensen asked as it sounded like you were already taken care of.

"Well, considering how this happened, we're going to keep her overnight just to make sure that everything else is okay. But, as long as everything remains how it is now, she should be able to go home tomorrow."

Jared was careful as he opened the door, not sure if you would be sleeping or not, but hoping so, so that you could get a break from the pain you were in.

As the three men stepped into the room, they caught your eyes closed, but that changed as soon as the sounds of their footsteps got closer to the bed.

"Hey." All three deep voice whispers surrounded you, making a small smile tug at your lips.

"What are you guys doing here? You should be back at work."

"You kidding?" Jensen almost scolded as he came around the left side of the bed, his eyes not leaving you. "After a fall like that, you think we can just keep on keeping on? I don't think so." Jared's half smirk at his friends comment went unnoticed by you, but his hand landing on your blanket covered thigh didn't.

"How ya feeling?"

"Better, now that the pain killers set in." you glanced between the three, your smile growing when you saw all of their loving ones shinning down on you. But just like them, the fall kept replaying over and over in your head. "I don't get how I did that."

"Us either." Jensen chuckled, forced by what you could tell. He was just trying so hard to keep the mood light. "You looked pretty center to me."

"Me too." Jared agreed, not knowing how you ended up so far off center. You seemed to get pretty downhearted after that, but before Jared could say anything to perk you back up, Jensen's phone went off and he quickly dug it out of his pocket while all eyes were on him.

"It's Rich."

"Is he okay?" The concern in your voice had Jensen quirking and eyebrow in your direction.

"Is he okay? Honey, he was freaking out. He was so worried about you." A few more rings filled the room before he looked back down to his caller ID. "He's probably wondering if we have news yet. I'm gonna..." he points his phone towards the door as he heads that way, and Clif gives a questioning look to Jared.

"It's okay, you can go with him." With a nod, the large bodyguard sends you a sweet smile and follows Jensen out of the room, Jared's eyes following until the door is closed. Sighing softly, your eyes travel down your right arm, seeing it cradled perfectly in the black sling.

"How long do you think I'll be out of the job for this?" you chuckle nervously, despite trying to make a joke.

"Don't worry about work, okay." his comforting, sweet smile stares you down for a moment before he moves around to the other side of the bed, probably feeling safer to be away from your injured arm. But you can't help but notice him eyeing your wrapped arm, a hint of a smirk growing.

"You look like me from the beginning of season ten." his voice trails of into a light laugh at the end and you can't hold back your own laughter either; though painful, you can't stop it from happening.

"Yeah, after that "demon" attacked you." you laugh a little more, but he glares at you as he takes a seat in one of the empty chairs. Or, at least he tries to. The seriousness behind it doesn't last long with your adorable laughter, so he just sits there, shaking his head and fighting his smile while you laugh it off.

"Thanks for the air quotes." he attempts at being stern, but again, fails miserably with your wide smile lighting up the room.

Once the pain gets to be too much and you bring your laughter to a close, you sigh softly as you let your head fall back against the pillow, and that's when Jared's smile completely fades.

A slight wince had you pulling your head back up, but the movement must have caused more pain than you expected, making you cringe and your eyes squeeze shut.

"You okay?" Jared was out of his seat in seconds, helping you sit up as he saw you trying to do so solo.

"The pillow..." Seeing how far your head had gone back, he went with his gut and figured you needed it fluffed or at least another one behind you to help you sit up more. His eyes instantly searched the room before he thought to look under the bed. Sometimes they have extras shoved under there.

"Here we go..." With one swift yank, another pillow appeared and he situated it behind you while trying to hold you still so he could keep you from feeling any more pain.

"There we go. How's that?" he pushes on the sides of the pillow a few more times, making sure they're both fluffy enough to hold you upright and then he helps you sit back, making sure you're not going to sink in again as he keeps his hands on your back and left shoulder.

With his hands still in place and his face mere inches away from yours, a burning desire for the freakishly tall man comes to haunt you again. But instead of blushing and turning away like you would usually do, you stared into those hazel eyes that you loved so much while they stared back at you.

"G-good." A breathy whisper was the best you could do.

You felt like you needed to blink, but you didn't want to, afraid that you'd miss something. Afraid that maybe you would wake up and none of this would be real. Maybe you fell harder than you thought and hit your head, and you were just going to wake up to an empty hospital room. Well, you couldn't be having that.

Seconds later his eyes dropped from yours, clearly looking down at your chapped lips, so you quickly run your tongue across them, making sure they were anything but cracked and unkissable.

"So, Dick's downstairs with a few others...." Jensen voice made you both jump. You barely heard the door open before he poked his head in. Definitely not enough time to pull yourself together. "They just want to make sure you're alright with their own eyes, so...I'm gonna head down and bring them up here."

"Okay." Jared's slightly strangled voice answered before you had to, and you only hoped Jensen didn't catch it.

"Be right back." You both watched as Jensen disappeared once again, the door latching shut behind him this time. The slight awkwardness lingered in the air for a minute or two more, but then you scoffed quietly, your eyes dropping to your arm once again.

"Great. Time for a pity party. This should be...." you were cut off as you turned back to Jared.

His lips were on yours before you could even see it coming, but his right hand sliding across your cheek and into your hair had you melting into the pillows he had just propped up for you. He made sure to watch where he leaned, but he melted with you, letting his hand disappear somewhere between the back of your head and the sterilized pillow case.

In your opinion, he pulled away too soon. But, even if you had died of suffocation, it still would have been too soon. You never wanted his lips to leave yours.

But his smile shined down on you, his nose lightly brushing against yours before he pulled away a little more; just enough to look you in the eye.

"I'm so glad you're okay."

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You grinned like an idiot at the sound of his voice, feeling a bit of heat burning you cheeks at the touch of pride in his voice. “So fucking good.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“I’m pretty damn proud of me, too.” You finally started into your apartment, leaving your things behind, they could easily be cleaned up later. You needed to just be in the moment. “Shouldn’t you be on set or something?”

“Or something.” he laughed. “You know damn well I couldn’t just not call. You just get home?”

“Mhm.” you hummed in response. “Just got in the kitchen now.” You pulled open the fridge.

“So, still wearing clothes, huh?” he teased, making you laugh. “Bet you didn’t even take off your shoes. In fact, I bet you danced around by the front door for a few solid minutes until I called.”

Your brow furrowed. “How’d you-” you stepped back from the fridge only to bump into something that shouldn’t be there. Turning with a scream and a fist ready to swing, you came face to face with Jared.

“Welcome home, sweetheart.”

“How’d you- were you?”

“I was behind you on the stairs.” he teased with a laugh. “You should look behind you once in a while. And maybe lock the door.”

“But you're supposed to be-”

“I know where I’m supposed to be.” Jared pushed the fridge closed, and took your phone from your hand, putting it down on the counter as he backed you against it. “Right here, celebrating with you.” he ducked his head down, lips pressing against yours before going for the soft skin of your neck. “Told them yesterday I had to head home. It was important.”

You could feel the heat coming back into your cheeks. “Thank you for being here.” you felt silly saying it, but you meant it. The fact that he left to come back for this made you feel so happy and important in his life. And the gesture meant more to you than you had realized it would.

“Always.” he smiled as he pulled away. “Let's go celebrate.”

“Where? Jared, I just got in and I don't know about you but I need a shower, and-”

“Not far.” taking your hand, Jared made his way backwards towards the bedroom, never once taking his eyes off you. His smile only widening when he saw it dawn on you what was happening.

“Ooh.” Your lips a small o shape, eyes alight with joy. He loved that look on you.

“Yeah.” he pulled you closer as you both moved into the room, his lips on your once again as you both wordlessly started peeling clothes off each other.

Your lips only parted for clothes to hit the floor before they were on each other again. It was like in the beginning again. When everything was so fresh and new, and you couldn’t bear to part. “Jared?” you asked softly, as you kicked your jeans aside. “Not that I don’t love this-” he cut you off with another kiss. “But what’s going on?”

He smiled against your lips. “Thought we could try something.”

“What?” you pulled away with a slightly worried look and halted your removal of the final item of clothing on you.

“Panties off, on the bed.”

“Jared-”

“Trust me. You’ll love it.”

Nervously biting your lip, you shimmied your panties down, lifting your feet to get them off before holding them up and dropping them.

“Bed. Ass up.” he motioned to the mattress.

You crawled up onto the bed, taking your time getting into position in the centre. As soon as you were settled, Jared was behind you, pushing your shoulders down. Turning your head to the side, your temple against the mattress, you tried to  look at him over your shoulder. “What are you going to do?”

Jared’s teeth scraped against your shoulder as he rutted against your ass. “I’m gonna breed you, baby. You want that?”

You let out a soft whine and a quiet “shit” as your eyes fluttered.

“You want me to fill you full of my come, baby?” Jared shifted enough to wrap his hand around the base of his aching cock, and when he rolled his hips, he moved along your folds, bumping your clit. “Because I can’t fucking wait to fill you up, watch you swell with my babies.”

“Oh fuck, Jared.” you arched your back further, wanting to feel more of him, desperate to get him  inside you.

Lining himself up as you canted your hips at him, he pushed home, breathing out a sigh of relief into your skin. “So good to be inside you again.” he mumbled against your skin.

“I missed you.”

His hand left the base of his cock and went under you, the palm of his hand hot against your stomach, fingers splayed out to feel as much of you as he could. “Do you want it?” he asked between kisses to your shoulder.

“Please.”

“Yes or no, baby. I need to know.”

“Yes, Jared. Yes, I want it.”

“I love you.” the words whispered into the back of your neck before he pulled back and thrust back in, pace picking up and fingers digging in to your stomach.

You cried out, eyes shut, fingers gripping the sheets and blankets under you while he fucked you wildly. He never pulled out too far, his hand slid lower so his middle finger could brush your clit and he had you quivering under him in no time.

“Please.” you started begging. “Jared, please.”

“Please what?” he nosed at your hair.

“I need to feel it, I need to feel you come, please.”  He thrust upwards and you whimpered, face scrunching at the twinge of slight pain that came with him hitting your cervix. “Right there. Please, Jar- right fucking there. I need it right there, right in that spot. Please.”

“Anything for you.” he purred behind your ear.

He gave it everything he had, your thighs quaked and one of your hands went back to grab onto his thigh, nails scraping against his skin trying for purchase. You whimpered and whined under him as sweat dripped off of him and splashed onto your skin. Your body felt ready to snap, his name being repeated on a loop every time you managed to put the word together, and sometimes even when you couldn’t.

“Jare-”

“Gonna fill you so good, baby. Oh fuck, I’m gonna-”

You tried to pull on his thigh, as if that could bring him right where you wanted him, urge him right to that perfect spot. He tensed up against you back, not pulling far out at all, but trying to hit deeper.

He snapped before you, rutting against you and holding you tight with the hand still on your stomach as he pulsed inside of you. His sweaty forehead against your shoulder blade as his body moved, muscles flexing through his orgasm.

And when he collapsed next to you, you let out a soft sigh, turning your head to look at him. “You look happy.” you teased, and watched as a smile spread over his lips.

“I am.” he looked over at you. “Can’t wait to see you all big and round with my babies.” You gave him a soft smile, closing your eyes as you stayed as you were, ass in the air, honestly too sore to move just now. Plus, you didn’t hate the feel of him leaking out of you. “But first..” Jared shifted, rolling to his side and you gasped when he plunged two fingers inside of you. “Can’t have it all leaking out of you, now, can we?”

He was smiling at you when you opened your eyes. “Jared-” your mouth fell open, words lost as he started moving his fingers in and out. His pinky knuckle rubbing what had already managed to leak out into your clit, your back arched again, pressing into his hand.

“Gonna fuck it back into you.” his voice was low as he spoke. “As soon as I’m hard again, but while we wait, let’s get you yours.”

“Oh, Jared.”

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For instance, he let you be an extra on his show since they were short-staffed, and while on break, he put your favorite snack on a high 5-tier shelf case. He sat back and watched as you went to find it, only to realize it was high above. Jared expected you to call for him, but you knew how to get it without his help. The shelf was a bit unstable, but you climbed it to the best of your ability and got the snack you craved. That was way better than Jared could have ever hoped for, and now he seeks you out whenever he can feel you wanting something on something high just so he can see what kind of creative things you can think of to get it.

Another time, and Jared’s personal favorite is when you two were at home. Jared was upstairs, and you were in the kitchen, getting ready to deep clean it. This happened last year, and you were at a point in your life where you had a ton of free time. The logical way to spend your time was to clean the house one room at a time. You had the kitchen supplies in your hand, and you were facing your biggest enemy: the cabinets. More specifically, the highest shelf. Since only Jared can reach it, it hasn’t been cleaned properly since you got it. He hates to clean, but you love it, which is why you were determined to get to that high shelf no matter what.

“Jared? I need your help!” you called out, but received no answer. Deciding not to wait on him to get things done, you set the cleaning supplies on the counter and climbed on top of it. You’re so short that you can stand on the counter and just barely come up to the cabinet, but it wasn’t good enough. Jared took everything out the night before, so all you had to do was clean it. Thinking you could get a better clean from inside, you heaved yourself onto the high shelf. You’re a very small person that doesn’t weigh a lot, so you fit in the cabinet perfectly. With the tools you needed in hand, you began to work on deep cleaning it.

Jared finished what he was doing when he heard you call, and he headed downstairs to see what you wanted. He thought he heard you call from the kitchen, but when he got there, you weren't anywhere in sight. Maybe you were in another part of the house, and he turned to leave when he heard it; a sneeze. He turns toward the cabinet and smiles widely, walking over to it. He opens the cabinet to see you stuffed inside with a toothbrush in hand and some soap.

“Hello,” you smiled.

“This has got to be the greatest thing I’ve ever seen,” he smirked.

“You were busy, I got creative.”

“Carry on,” he laughed but left the cabinet door open to let some light in.

While that was Jared’s favorite moment, you had a much different one. It was around the time of your one-year anniversary. You wanted to get cute pictures taken of the two of you, so you hired a professional photographer to come to the location you wanted pictures done, and take really cute pictures. You and Jared were dressed up since the first half of the photoshoot were elegant, while the other half was going to be more casual and silly, which is why you two brought a change of clothes.

The photos you wanted were to be close-ups, however, with how short you are, the photographer could only stand at a certain distance away to perfectly capture you two in the middle of the frame. You were frustrated with how things were going, so without warning, you jumped on your husband’s back. Luckily, he has quick reflexes, so he caught you in time. With you at his height, the photographer was able to get closer to take what you consider to be your best pictures.

Being short does have its disadvantages, but it leaves a lot of room for creativity. That’s what Jared loves about you so much; you don’t let something like being short hold you back from what you truly want. However, you had to wait until Jared gets home to do the top of the tree. It’s way too unstable for you to find a way to climb it. You’re creative, just not stupid. You’re bringing up the last box when Jared finally rolls in.

“You carried all of this from the basement yourself? These weigh a ton,” Jared expresses his concerns.

“I’m strong. We work out,” you shrug, setting it down in front of the tree.

“Shit, let me get settled in, and we’ll start this together,” he smiles.

“Okay!” you giggle. Jared does what he needs to do, and meets you back at the tree to start decorating it. He took the top while you focused on the bottom. It’s always been this way since it’s a system without fail. The glass ornaments go on the top, while the plastic and other little trinkets go on the bottom in case of presents knock into them. If they’re higher up, they are less likely to break.

Four boxes of Christmas decorations aside, you have but only one thing to finish the tree: the star. Jared has always done it every year since it’s easy for him to do it. However, in the spirit of things, you wanted to get a crack at this.

“Let me do it this year!” you beg.

“Yeah, alright. Be careful though, the tree isn’t stable enough to climb it. So, figure out a way to get it on top. I can’t wait to see what you come up with,” he laughs as he hands over the metal star. You look at your surroundings to understand what exactly it is that you have to work with. The only logical thing that you can use is Jared, and the perfect idea comes to you.

“Turn around. Let me get on your shoulders,” you demand.

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawls. It takes some effort, but you eventually get situated on his shoulders. Your legs are wrapped around his neck, and his hands hold your thighs, so you don’t fall off him.

“Wow, is this what you see every day? It’s so high up!” you tease. “Much different weather down where I am.”

“You want to tell jokes or put up the tree? Because I got a lot of them,” he jabs.

“You’re right, we need to focus on the tree,” you change topics. With the star in hand, he moves closer to the tree. He can only get as close as the base allows before the tree starts to tip over. It’s not close enough to put the star on, but this has never stopped you before. You stretch your arms, but it’s still not enough to fit the star snugly on top.

“Move closer, I can’t reach it.”

“I’m about as close as I can get. This is why I always do it,” he chuckles. He shifts position, and his foot knocks into the coffee table behind him. His ankle throbs at the point of contact, which causes him to lose his balance. Your life flashes before your eyes before you go down with the giant sasquatch. You scream as both of you come crashing to the ground. Thankfully, your flooring it plush carpet, so the impact didn’t hurt as much as tile or wood flooring. The star gets knocked out of your hands during the fall.

“Are you okay?” you giggle.

“Yeah, are you?”

“Yeah. Is the star okay?”

“I wouldn't say so,” he grunts and removes the squished star from underneath him. Both of you look into each other’s eyes before busting out laughing.

“We need a new star,” you laugh.

“We need a new strategy,” his laughter follows behind yours. The entire tree is decorated, and it’s snowing outside, which creates the perfect atmosphere for this new favorite memory to take place in both your minds.

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“Lean forward, baby.” Jared softly commanded in your ear.

The chains rattled on and around your body, what little leather there was on you pinching at your skin but that was soon rectified when he unzipped the bottom half and pulled it off of you. “We won’t be needing that anymore.”

Jared pulled your hair to the side, careful not to get it tangled in the collar around your neck, pressing his hips to your ass and his hands groping at your tits.

When he was sure that you were thoroughly massaged, his hands gave your ass one final smooth over before he slides his cock into your cunt.

“You ready for my thumb, baby?”

“Yes, Jared. Put your thumb in my ass while you fuck my pussy.” You said, giving your body over to him to do as he pleased.

Looking over your shoulder, you noticed the snarl on Jared’s face and looked away, hiding your own smirk. Jared had filled both your pussy and your ass before but it was still a little difficult to get used to considering his size.

Jared had worked you over with his cock and thumb, ensuring that you were accustomed to him and feeling the stretching sensation within you. He made you come and spill all of your juices over his cock within minutes, finding all those sweet spots inside of you.

With a few more pumps of his cock, he grunted and it sprang free from your pussy, you clenched around nothing as you missed the thickness of him.

You felt something on your back and knew what it was when Jared moaned once again, whispering “oh, god” and a few “fuck”s. Jared was fully spent but there was nothing that was going to stop him from cleaning you up.

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“Damn it!!!!” You screamed as you burnt your hand on your hair straightener for the third time this morning. It was now 8 am and you had to be on set in an hour. You were barely half ready and it took you 45 minutes to get to set.

The whole morning just wasn’t going your way. From the moment you woke up you knew, just by the mood you were in, that it wasn’t going to be a particularly good day. You really didn’t need a cycle of bad days right now, but it looked like your head had other plans.

It started with your damn neighbors at 1 o’clock this morning banging on the walls and their furniture skidding across the floors. You could only assume they were fucking their brains out. However, their two hours of bliss really cut into your sleep time. If that wasn’t bad enough your alarm decided to not go off this morning. Which made you an hour late getting ready.

Now here you were hair half done, make up barely applied still in your PJ’s and having to leave in like 10 minutes.

“Fuck it!” you said as you threw the straightener down on the counter and through your hair in a messy bun. The little make up you had on, you wiped off and headed to your closet. Noticing all your jeans were dirty, you huffed and grabbed a pair of sweats, an oversized t-shirt, put your converse sneakers on, and grabbed your sunglasses to head out the door.

While driving to set, of course you’d have the good fortune to run into traffic. These idiots simply didn’t know how to drive. It was really starting to piss you off. Cars were weaving in and out of lanes, stopping abruptly, and paying no mind to anyone else around them.

“Are you fucking kidding. Thanks for cutting me off you idiot,” you shouted to the black Prius that decided it was ok for them to cut in front of you. This prompted them to flick you off after which you had to take a dozen deep breaths to stop yourself from getting out of your car and beating the shit out of them.

After the horrendous traffic, you finally made it to set at 9:05. Five minute late. You went to run to your trailer when you ran into a huge solid figure and fell on your ass muttering “Shit” to yourself.

“Hey there speed racer. Why the rush? Jensen said as he gave you a hand to help you up.

“Oh, you know running late,” you responded with a bit of anger in your tone.

“Damn (Y/N), you look like crap.”

“Why, thank you Jensen. That’s what every girl wants to here in the morning,” you said with a scowl on your face and a viciousness in your voice.

“That’s not what I meant. I mean- “

“Let me stop you there. I don’t have time for this right now. I have to drop my stuff off in my trailer and go to straight to hair and make up to get this mess figured out.”

“(Y/N), what’s up with you this morning. I’ve never seen you act this way before?”

“Having a bad morning,” and with that you turned away and went to your trailer.

That wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. You tended to go through periods of good days and periods of bad days. Your mental health was a bit unstable to say in the least. It’s been like this since you were in high school and you have just kind of dealt with it since then. Although, it’s been getting harder to hide. Usually your bad days started around hiatus or right before a long break, but now it’s happening more often during filming.

You had been working on Supernatural for two years now. You loved it. Your character’s name was Natasha and when she first met the boys it was right after the events of season 8, so the beginning of season 9. She was badass and could fight better than the boys most the time. However, she was a demon, which proved to be troublesome with Sam getting possessed by Gadreel and all. Her issue was she wanted the boys to cure her from being a demon. So, it led to an interesting story line.

Working with Jared, Jensen, Misha, and even Mark was the highlight of your life. You loved them like your family, hell they were your family. You didn’t have anyone else. Your parents died when you were young and you had no siblings so you were pretty much on your own. Until now. That’s what made keeping this secret so hard. The only person that knew was Jared and that was only because he caught you in the middle of a breakdown on one of your particularly bad days. He sat and talked with you telling you his experience with mental illness. You begged him not to tell a soul, and even though he disagreed with your choice he promised to keep your secret.

That brings us back to the present. You were in the hair and make up trailer, with Janine the stylist, with your hair just about done, when Jared walked in with a concerned look on his face.

“Hey (Y/N). How are you feeling this morning?” Jared asked.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” you replied with anger filling your voice.

“Easy there. Don’t bite my head off. Jensen came to me and said you acting a bit off and basically chewed him out. So, I thought I’d come check on you.”

“Sorry Jar, it’s just been a hell of a morning and I didn’t get much sleep.”

“And it’s one of your “bad” days.”

“Yeah that too. I’ll apologize to Jay later it’s just today I’m more off than usual. Like I’m tired, depressed, pissed, and annoyed all at once and it’s making my head spin.”

“I get it. You know I do. That’s I think you should tell the others, especially Jensen.”

“I can’t Jar.”

“Yes, you can. I did and actually helped a lot and still does.”

“I want to tell him and the others. I really do. I just…. I just don’t know.”

“Look, I think you should, but I’m not going to pressure you. It’s your choice. Do what’s best for you and that pretty little noggin of yours. Just know, I’m always here if you need to talk, no matter what.”

“Thanks Jar. Really, it means a lot.”

“Look, I heave to head back to set to finish a scene with Jensen, but at least think about it. Love ya. See you soon,” he said as he kissed the crown of your head, earning him a scowl from your hair artist, and out the door he went.

Janine finished your hair quite flawlessly considering what she had to work with and quickly applied your make up, Natasha didn’t wear much so it was always quick, and you headed to wardrobe.

For this episode, they had you back in your all black demon style. For a bit, there you were in relaxed jeans and a flannel like the guys, but this episode had you facing off with some old demon buddies. So, you had to look the part with the skinny leather biker pants, leather biker jacket, lace up combat boots, and even a bullet belt as if you couldn’t look any more badass. Despite the result of the outfit, which was always hot as hell, it was a major pain in the ass to put on. Leather tends not to cooperate or breathe, if you know what I mean. But, none the less it was now on and you headed to Stage 3 to do your scene with the boys.

“Hey (Y/N), about earlier, I’m sorry if I stepped on your toes. I didn’t mean t- “Jensen started to say but you cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it Jay. It’s good. Like I said it’s just been a really rough morning and you just caught me in a bad time that’s all,” you replied with a slight smile on your face.

“You feelin’ better now, (Y/N)?” Jared asked as he came running over.

“Yeah, a little. You, on the other hand, better be careful and not mess up that hair or you won’t be once Janine’s done with you.” Jared laughed shaking his head knowing you weren’t kidding. Janine would get so frustrated with him because he could never sit still for her to finish his hair and then 10 minutes later it was all messed up.

“Alright places people. We need to start the next scene. We’re wasting precious minutes here,” Bob singer shouted and you all ran to your marks. “And ACTION!”

“Look Dean, I know these guys. You could say we were chummy back in the day. I know how they operate,” Natasha said.

“Yeah, well, you were “chummy” back when you were still a demon, but now you’re not.”

“They don’t know that.”

“What do they think you’ve been up to?”

“Treason to the king maybe, but they’d never expect this. So, I just play the part. Act like I used to.”

“What happens when they throw their demon powers at you and realize you can’t throw back?”

“Then I fight. I haven’t lost my skills. And let’s not forget who kick both yours and Sammy’s ass just three days ago.”

“CUT!” Singer screamed. “(Y/N), sweetie, I need more emotion from you. Need more snark and that last line I need that famous snarky grin that you do so well.”

“Got it boss,” you quickly replied.

“Alright let’s pick up at ‘Then I fight…’ and ACTION!”

“Then I fight. I haven’t lost my skills. And let’s not forget who kick both yours and Sammy’s ass just three days ago.” You said nailing your grin.

“Yeah, well I still don’t like this plan. Too many unknowns. It’s dangerous.”

“DUHH!! It’s dangerous. Everything we do is dangerous. It’s the job. And since when do you care about unknowns? That’s like your calling card ignoring all the unknowns and kick down doors.”

“It’s not gonna be easy Tasha.”

“Never said it would be Dean-o.”

“You sure about this?”

“Yeah totally. Like 90% sure. OK like 85%. Maybe 70%. Stop me now it’s not getting any better.”

Just then Sam walked through the motel door and said, “There here.”

“CUT! Awesome job guys. Take five while we set up for the next scene,” Singer said.

“That was great (Y/N)!” Jensen said.

“Yeah you did good,” Jared agreed.

“Plus you look totally hot in all that leather so that helped,” Jensen said with a smirk on his face.

“Dude, really?” Jared said.

“For real Jay, I think your Dean is showing,” you said making both men laugh.

“You may be right, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true,” Jensen said.

“Well, Dean is a notorious liar, so is it?” you couldn’t help but smile at yourself for that one. Jared even gave you a half hug for that.

“I can’t win, can I?” Jensen sarcastically asked.

“Nope. It’s best you learn that know, Ackles. The woman always wins,” you responded. At that time, you were all being called back to set for the big demon fight scene. You weren’t going to lie, you were nervous. This scene had you doing a lot more stunts then you’ve done in the past. Also, you’ve never been on one of your “bad” days for a big fight scene so that just added to the problem.

You finished the fight scene, which took two hours longer to shoot than it should have. You kept messing up and making dumbass rookie mistakes. Every time you messed up you’d have to start over. With every screw up, it made you angrier and angrier at the same time depressing you. After a while Jared and Jensen started to goof off to try and make you feel better and while you appreciated the effort that only put you further behind and made you more upset. But, finally after 5 painstaking hours, yes 5, you finished and you were all fake bloody.

Next up was your emotional scene with the boys but more focused on Dean than Sam. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to get through it but you had no choice.

Natasha laid in the corner of the room, beaten, bloodied, unable to move. Dean went running towards her and laid her in his lap.

“Tasha, hey, come on, open your eyes,” Dean said.

“D-Dean,” Natasha sputtered. “Sometimes I wish I was still a demon. This would hurt a lot less,” Natasha said with a smile forming on her face.

“Really?? A joke? Right now? I don’t think this is a time for jokes Tasha.”

“Hey, lighten up will ya? It’s not like I haven’t died before. I mean technically I’m 540 years old. So- “Natasha started coughing up blood.

“That’s not funny. You’re human now. I knew this show down was a stupid idea. Look at you. I don’t even know where to press down because your bleeding from everywhere,” tears started to roll down Deans face. “What are we going to do without you? What am I going to do without you? I need you here.”

With those words coming out of Jensen’s mouth and the fake “real” tears pouring out of both of your eyes, you lost it. You don’t know what happened but your fake tears became real signaling the “bad” day intervening again. You couldn’t stop it so you got off Jensen and apologized to the rest of the cast and crew and ran to your trailer with the tears still flowing.

You were sat in the corner between the couch and TV with your legs folded to your chest, when you heard a knock on your door. “Not now Jay,” you said.

“It’s not Jensen, it’s me and I’m coming in,” Jared said as he entered your trailer and sat next to you. “What’s going on in that confusing head of yours?” he asked.

“That’s just it Jar, I have no fucking clue. And the fact that I have no clue makes it even worse.”

“I know but think something had to have set you off.”

“All I know is that I was looking into Jensen’s eyes as he was saying Dean’s words to Natasha and suddenly the fake tears weren’t so fake anymore.”

“That’s what I thought. I’m sure you’ve noticed, because I have, that these “bad” days, as you call them, are happening more frequently.” You just nodded your head. “Well, I’m thinking that the stress of keeping this a secret is what’s provoking it to happen more.”

“I guess that makes sense. But I just don’t understand how I go from majorly pissed of one moment to crying my eyes out the next.”

“That’s the human brain for ya sweetie. No one can really explain why it does what it does.”

“Your right. It’s just this fuck up of a day has had me reeling on edge and got in my head.”

“Happens to the best of us. So, you gonna tell him?” You nodded yes. “Good because he’s waiting outside. Jensen come in!”

You mouthed a thank you to Jared as he walked out the door and he gave you that ‘don’t mention it’ face he always does.

Jensen came and sat next to you. “What’s going on?” he kindly asked.

“Look Jay, there’s something you don’t know about me. Well more like a few somethings that have a lot to do with what going on with me.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well, when I was a kid my parents died so my grandparents took care of me and after a few months they started to notice a change in me. I guess losing my parents messed with my head so much that it kind of left me mentally unstable.”

“OK, what exactly does that mean?”

“It means that I have these periods of bad days and periods of good days. I’m usually able to keep them hidden from most, but lately it’s been happening more and I guess it got to be too much. Thus, the angry outbursts and out of nowhere crying.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Because I’m embarrassed by it and honestly its usually something that sends a person running for the hills. Anytime someone says ‘mental illness’ or ‘mentally unstable’ people assume the worst and actually make them worse. So, it’s always been in my best interest to keep it hidden.”

“I get it. But you do realize you are in the one place where no one would care? We would all support you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I just am ashamed I guess, but I can’t hold it back anymore because that’s making it worse.”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We all support you. I support you. It’s gonna take a lot more than a mental illness to send me running for the hills.”

“I really appreciate that Jay. You have no idea how much that means to me.”

“No problem. And look you can come and talk to me anytime you need. Any hour of any day. Call if you must. I’ll pick up. Your health is more important.”

“Thank you.”

“Your welcome. But I have a question. How come Jared knew?”

“Because he found me in the middle of one of my break downs about 6 months back and I swore him to secrecy.”

“That sounds like you,” Jensen said with a smile on his face. “Now why don’t we go and finish this scene and kick it in the ass and then grab a couple beers to top the night off?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Jensen helped you off the ground ad you both returned to Stage 3 and knocked that scene out of the park. You both portrayed that raw emotion with such intensity it was hard to believe it wasn’t real. Those were Bob Singers words not yours. Turns out Natasha didn’t die, right before she drew her final breath Cas swooped in and healed her mostly because he still had a little wear and tear. But she lived and spoiler alert her and Dean ended up together. Many times that night, in fact, much to Sam’s annoyance. So, a good episode.

After that you did go out and get those beers with the guys and had a wonderful rest of the night. Cracking jokes telling stories, it was a hell of a time. Maybe a little too wonderful considering you woke up in Jensen’s bed with his t-shirt on and him wearing nothing but boxers. 

“I actually don’t get that question as much as you think I do,” you chuckled as you thought about her question.

You were currently on stage by yourself doing your first ever solo panel per request of the fans. It was intimidating, but as soon as you climbed up into the stage, you felt at ease.

“It has it’s pros and cons,” you said. “I mean, Jared is my baby brother. I grew up with the kid, so naturally we have pretty good chemistry. We get along well, yet we fight like siblings, which is a total bonus when I have to fight with him in the show,” that earned a slight laugh from the crowd.

“And then there’s Jensen,” you said slowly.

The entire crowd laughed, some even whistled cat-calls. “I mean, we’re married, so I would say we also have a pretty good chemistry, “ you reasoned. “Although the dude can never keep his hands to himself,” you muttered the last part, but the fans were able to decipher it quickly, only adding to their previous antics.

You chuckled, “And the cons.”

You tapped the microphone against your chin for a moment, “Hmm,” you hummed softly, “Well there’s really only one,” you finally found the answer you were looking for, “They are both super intimidating actors.”

The crowd stayed silent for a moment as you thought about your next words. “Jared and Jensen are extremely talented actors. You have all seen it, I mean, Jensen in Regarding Dean?”

The crowd cheered, proving their knowledge.

“Yeah, I didn’t just cry, I bawled from Jensen’s performance. And Jared can make me cry too. Like when Sam was going through all the shit with Lucifer and the demon blood and stuff, they were pretty far apart, but I watched all of them, and I was just reduced to tears.”

You took a deep breath, you had to tread carefully with your next words, “I had to work really hard to get where I am today. Meanwhile, Jensen and Jared just have this raw talent that I get really jealous of sometimes. They both fall into their characters so easily, and they just know what they’re doing at the drop of a hat. Like last week, Jay and I will both got our scripts for a new episode, he he read through it once and knew exactly what to do. I had to spend the entire fucking weekend just staring at these words, trying to find a way to get my feelings across.”

“So yeah,” you concluded, “There’s good and bad things about working with them.”

“Well if it’s any consolation, you do a pretty bang up job,” a very familiar voice echoed through the convention hall.

You spun around as the crowd cheered wildly at the arrival of your husband and brother.

“Look at what the cat dragged in,” you commented into the mic as Jensen kissed your temple.

“Aww shut up, you love me,” he said with a smirk.

“Hey, no flirting with the brother in the room!” Jared protested to your right.

The crowd laughed heartily at Jared’s statement.

You reached out with your left hand and punched him in the gut, “Jerk.”

Jensen lifted the microphone to his lips. You could practically see the word forming on his tongue, proving it to be a habit now. “Call me a bitch and you get the couch tonight,” you cut him off from uttering the next syllable.

Jensen quickly dropped the microphone to his side and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment as the fans laughed yet again.

An expression you could only describe as purely Sam took over Jared’s face as he cocked his head to the side, “Call my sister a bitch and I will kill you.”

Jensen’s eyes grew wide, “I’m feeling very attacked right now,” he put his arms up in mock surrender.

You laughed slightly at the bewildered expression that stretched itself across Jensen’s face.

Deciding to take the spotlight off of your husband, you spoke up, “Why are you guys here?”

He recognized your attempt at changing the subject and gladly took advantage of it. He lifted the mic to his lips, “You see, Y/N,” he said, “The whole self deprecation thing is Dean’s thing.” Jensen looked at you through his eye lashes, “Don’t steal my things,” his voice changed to a lower tone, sounding more like Dean’s.

“I can do what ever I want.”

Jared brought the microphone up to his lips, “Yeah, Jensen, Y/N doesn’t need you to boss her around. My sister is a very independent woman.”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, “Jared...”

Sensing your annoyance, Jared practically giggled and kissed your cheek, “We just came out to let you know that you are a very talented actress, and we love you very much.”

You could feel your entire face heat up, “Well thank you for the reassurance, boys.”

Jared kissed your cheek again, “We’re leaving now. Love you,” he said to you as he waved a farewell to the fans.

“Hey dude, I love her more,” Jensen protested from a few feet away.

Jared seemed to take offense, “She’s my sister. I’ve known her my whole life,” Jared said as if that information was supposed to prove his point.

“So?” Jensen said, the word sounding very much like something Dean would say, “I married her!”

You sighed heavily, “The things I put up with, I swear.”

“I’ll take your place!” a fan yelled from the crowd.

You snorted, “Please do.”