#jensenfluff

"That's a wrap for today," Bobby says. I hurry to my small trailer it's between Jensen and Jareds. In a way, they're my protectors, my salvation, but they don't know that.

It's just my imagination. I've been playing the same character for the past seven years. An adoptive daughter for Jareds character. Sapphire was her name, a now 16-year-old girl that had been hunting with her uncle and her dad for the past few years.

I had spent so much time with the supernatural cast that it had really become a whole family unit. A nice contrast to my home life. My mother had been a great person in my life, but that didn't help when my father would come home taking his drunk frustration out on me.

So any chance I got it hanged out with Jared or Jensen. They helped me more than they knew, but they didn't understand why I'd rather spend my time with them and not my family.

Christmas time was rolling around, and thanksgiving was the last straw when it came to forgiving my father, and ever wanting to go back home. Thanksgiving was literal hell, my father throwing out the meanest of comments.

"How'd you even make it in that business." He said sipping on his fifth beer of the night, my mother sat quietly across the table from him. An only child with an abusive father, and a submissive mother. The worst spot for any child to be in.

"I bet they only pity you because you're so fragile, a teenage girl. I wish I would have had a boy, at least he'd turn out to be something better than an actor. He'd be a famous football player." He said slamming the bottle on the hardwood dining table.

'Two more days' I reminded myself, I had learned early on that no response, was better than trying to explain yourself. "I wish your mother had you." Strong words from a horrible drunk. I slunk back to my room, a blow-up mattress covering the empty room, and a box of my things from before my acting career in the corner.

My phone dings, the familiar name dances across my screen.

Jensen: I hope you had great thanksgiving kiddo, can't wait to see you at set in a few days.

Another ding, Jared's name now dances on my screen.

Jared: Hey girl, can't wait to see you again, ready for more acting. Hope you had a great thanksgiving!

Responding to them brought a warm smile to my face. To Jensen I sent a smiling emoji, and "I can't wait either, really missing my crazy Uncle Dean right about now." And to Jared I sent "I did, miss you and Jensen like crazy, only two more days right!"

A soft knock landed on my old bedroom door. "Y/n, it's your mom." She said through the door, I turned my phone off, and threw the covers over me. I feel the room shift as my mother creaks the door open.

"Honey?" She asks in a soft voice. The same one that I loved to hear as a younger child. "I just want to apologize to your father. I know that it keeps getting worse for you, and I don't want you coming back for Christmas. I don't want to put you in any more danger than I already have." She said kneeling on the floor next to the mattress.

Two days had passed, and now I was on a plane to go back to Vancouver, my sweet home away from hell. I plugged my earbuds in and listened to my podcasts, and I walked onto my plane. Within hours I was back at the set. Season 11 was halfway done, and now we were back to finish it.

Clif had picked me up from the small Vancouver airport. "Hey kiddo, how was your trip?" He asked taking my luggage from my hand and throwing it in the back of the black SUV. "It was okay Clif. Yours?" I asked continuing the conversation. "Mine was amazing, had a great dinner with my wife, and two older daughters."

The rest of the drive is quiet. It's nice to see the snowy mountains in the background and the ones that pass by us, and before I know I'm back at the set.

I jump out of the SUV, Clif grabbing my luggage bag. "Thank you, Clif. Are Jared and Jensen here?" I ask, Clif just hums and points to their trailers. "Thank you, Clif!" I said waving to him and walking towards Jensen's trailer first.

Usually, both of them are in there. I knock on his door, and within seconds he's standing on the other side of the door. "Y/N, You made it finally." He says grabbing my hand and pulling me up the two steps and into the warm trailer. "Jared and I were just talking about you," Jensen said pulling me into a hug, I drop my luggage and wrap my arms around him.

He's warm and smells of texas air, I smile. I wish this was the sort of greeting I had gotten when I arrived at my parent's home. " Let her breathe Jensen," Jared says getting up from the love seat, His arms wrap around me, and squeeze me gently. "We missed you kiddo," Jared says kissing my forehead.

The first day back on set is always a normal day let us get back into the rhythm. After a few hours of Jensen and Jared going over lines with me, I adventured back to my trailer. my luggage dragging behind me.

A ding hit my phone pulling it from my back pocket. A message from my father

Dad: What did you say to your mother? She wants to leave me!

My phone dings as a call come through my phone:

"Dad", I can't answer it now so I pocket it, and get settled in the trailer. Tomorrow is a new day, but today is the present. So I grab a change of clothes, something Sapphire would wear, and leave my trailer.

Jensen runs over, "I see you are ready for the new episode. According to the lines, this is gonna be a doozy of an episode." Jensen says laughing.

I smile, "Jay, how was your thanksgiving?" I ask as we walk towards the set. "Kiddo it was great, I hope yours was too." He says tossing his arm over my shoulder. Jared's already inside, and he's dancing around the library's set.

A goofy smile all over his face. "What's up with Jar?" I ask Jensen, he shrugs his shoulders and we walked together to the library table. "Alrighty, Jared get a hold of yourself. This episode is a doozy, so let's keep a clear head yeah." Bobby shoats from his chair behind the cameras.

We go through a few takes, Jared making silly faces off-screen and Jensen trying hard not to laugh wish just turns into his having tears of laughter, and me I feel like I'm babysitting to crazy kids. Laughing on my part will only make it worse, but Jared is relentless.

There's no hope that we got anything of that shoot right. And even Bobby is laughing from behind the camera.

"Alright one more time, Jared try to be serious." Bobby said, Jared looks his shoulder over to Bobby, "Aww I feel offended, I'm always serious." I see Bobby rolls his eyes and calls for us to start acting.

"Dean, I won't put Sapphire in danger because you aren't using your damn brain!" Jared yells across the table pulling me closer to his tall frame. "Dad, it's fine. I know what I'm doing and I want to help Uncle De, come on he'll be there to protect me if anything goes wrong." I say pleading with Jared.

Jensen sighs heavily and goes to say his line, but my phone dings in my back pocket. "Damn it," I say. "Sorry guys, we almost had it," Bobby calls a pause, I pull my phone from my back pocket. It's my father.

Dad: Oh so now you're going to ignore my call. Just what I thought just like your mother. All you're good for is the money you make. I'll be coming up to take what is rightfully mine.

I pause my hands start to shake. My phone drops onto the set's floor. Jared and Jensen pause they try to talk to me, but it seems so far away from me. I just run, who cares, I need away from everything.

If he comes here. He'll be drunk off his ass, and he'll make a fool out of himself and me. I'll lose everything I've worked seven years hard for. I run and run to my trailer my breath is hard to catch.

I've always carried a small set of shaving razors. And when I first working here, I used to use them. Thin white lines cover my things and ankles. I pull my bag apart looking for the razors, pulling my jeans up on my ankle.

Running the blade past my clear skin. 'You're worthless' I can hear his horrible voice echoing in my head, and he's right. Another run of the blade, and another. Three red beading lines running closer to my ankle.

I feel as if this has made me have a sliver of control over the drastic situation at hand. There's a bang at my trailer door, and I scramble to put away the blade and roll my jeans back down.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" It's Jensen, "We're worried about you!!" And Jared. I sigh heavily and threw my sweatshirt over my head. I'm in no mood to be messed with right now, the best thing is for me to be alone. Just like I always am.

"Y/n open the door!" Jensen says, I click the door open worried Jensen and Jared stand there for a moment. A too close of a call when Jensen and Jared flood into the trailer.

"What happened?" Jared asks. "Nothing I just needed a break," I say moving over to the small table in the corner. "I'm calling bullshit!" Jensen yells. "Jensen stop yelling it's not gonna help." Jared counters.

Jensen pulls my phone from my back pocket. "What is this Y/n?" He asks the screen still holds the message from my dipshit of a father. "I don't know Jensen," I say.

"I beg to differ, you ran like a bat out of hell when you read through that message. You dropped your phone and blasted. So explain what's going on" Jensen says, sitting down in front of me.

"Read the message the Jensen," I say, Jared hasn't said much, but Jensen reads through the horrible messAges. "Is this who I think it is?" He asks, "Yeah it's my." Jared interrupts me.

"Y/n why is your pants leg at the bottom red?" I pause, gaping my mouth open and shut a few times. " I don't know Jar." Hoping that it will suffice as an answer.

"Yes, Jensen it's my dad. My asshole dad that no matter what I do I'll never be enough for him dad." I don't notice Jared get down on my knees, tugging at the pant leg.

"Y/n you're bleeding," Jared yells Jensen is drawn away from me and down to my ankle. "Why are you bleeding Y/n?" Jared asks, Jensen gets up and grabs a few paper towels wetting them I can see his sad expression on his face from the corner of my eyes.

Jared drags the wet paper towels past the blood. "How long have you been?" Jared asks, gently wiping the blood away. Jensen grabs a few things from the bath, a few band-aids, and a bandage.

"Jared, do you really wanna know?" I ask, my timid voice coming out. "Yes Y/n, sweetie I'd like to help you," Jared says his voice soft and sympathetic. I get it now, Jensen is the protective one, the one that makes sure your douchebag boyfriend doesn't hurt you, and Jared is a sweet, caring one that makes sure to bring you back ice cream and watches Grey's anatomy with you. He lets you cry, while the other protects you from the harsh and cruel world that surrounds you.

"He says he's gonna come and get what is his. Can we make sure he doesn't do that?" I ask Jared, "I'm already on that." Jensen says. "I'm guessing that you won't want to go home for Christmas. Why don't you just come back with us, to Texas? We can figure it out from there yeah." Jared says wrapping the white bandage around my ankle.

"Yeah we can figure it out later, but for now let's just work on what we can, which in this episode. We're your family we've got you. We will protect you, and I bet Gen, and Dannel wouldn't mind having another girl around." Jensen says, coming over and kissing my forehead.

"Let's forget about this stupid thing, and get back to our bad acting," Jared said grabbing my hand and pulling me up. "Alrighty, we are back, and Action," Bobby calls.

All I can think of is that I've got my family right here, and they've got my back, just like I'll always have theirs. I smile and get into the role of Sapphire."Thank you, Dad, I can't wait to go help Uncle De. You've just had to trust me." I say has Sapphire. I feel like it's a little nod to Jared, and how much he's helped me in even just a few hours earlier.

Completed on: 07/24/2021

Posted on: 07/24/2021

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I've seen him in the halls so many times. Passing by him, his signature smile beaming towards everyone. And the school's varsity football jacket lays nicely on his board shoulders.

He never looks at me when we pass each other. Not like he could he's got at least four girls standing guard around him. He's everything that a teenage girl would want. He's got the crown from prom last year, is named the most handsome person in school, has a tribe of people who just follow behind him.

And me, I'm a nobody nerd. The girl that gets pushed around in the building. The one that gets her books thrown across the titled flooring once a day, but the same jocks that play with Jensen.

I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose and bend down picking up my books from the cold floors. Nobody comes to help the nerd of the school, some kids kick my books further down the crowded hall.

The bells ring and it's off to another class, the same class that Jensen is in. He sits in the back roll. It's an English class easy enough to just pass through without being bothered by the others. I walk in just as the second bell rings, I look disheveled and now the whole room is looking at me.

I'm quick to make my way to my front-row seat. This is our last year of English. 'Just get by' is all I can think of. The class passes for the first forty minutes quickly. Then the teacher looks up. "For the rest of class today, you all will be working with a partner." There's an uproar of "awesome", or even other students calling out names.

"I'll be picking your partners. This is a two-week project. You'll need to work with your partner out of school to get it complete. You'll be working on the latest novel we read, coming up with a thousand-word essay." My eyes widen, I don't know anyone in the class besides Jensen, and it's not like we're friends, but I love doing essays.

The teacher pulls up a document, all our names paired with other students. She's nice enough to read out the names for everyone, everything stops when she calls out my name.

"Y/n L/n, and Jensen Ackles." She says, skipping to the next name. Time has stopped for me, a few girls look at me as I gap my mouth open trying to catch the blankless words.

"You guys can start today. Get into your groups, some can filter into the hallways." The teacher's voice rings in my head. I scramble getting up and grabbing my bag, I walk out the door forgetting that I need my partner.

"Hey wait up." I hear Jensen's voice say. That's his first word to me. oh my god, I look like a mess, picking up books from the floor and I just walked into class like that. My eyes widen at his voice, which is so smooth and silk-like. All at the same time, it calms me down.

I turn, look at the high school letter on his variety jacket. "Hi, I'm Jensen." He says holding out his large hand for me to shake. I set my things down at a table. I reach out and shake his hand.

"Well Y/n, I guess we've gotta work on this project, so no pleasantries," Jensen says, hopping onto the stool at the table. I dig in my bag and grab the novel, when I look up Jensen pulled his novel out and is tabbing his pages, pages he thinks are important for this essay.

"So I was thinking that we could compare notes on the novel. You know parts that we thought were important to the storyline." I stare in amazement, I'd always thought being a jock meant you were pretty scum and not that smart. Your muscles making up for your lack of brains.

"Y/n, earth to Y/n. Are you okay?" He asks, I shake my head. He gives me an arched brow, "are you ever going to say a word to me?" Jensen asks.

I go to open my mouth, but before I can say anything to him, answer his question at least. A brunette chick walks up to him, "Hey Jensen, are you coming to that party next weekend?" I know who this chick is, it's Joanna. A prom queen from last year. "I don't know really, I've got this project in English it's gonna last about two weeks," Jensen says, looking over at me briefly.

"Well just have this girl do it all," Joanna says. Jensen turns looks at me and then back at her, "I think I'll have to raincheck that party." He says. And Joanna walks away her hair swinging in the wind, and her kitten heels stamping on the tile flooring.

Jensen turns his attention back to me. "So We've got two weeks to finish this essay. Like I mentioned before we can look at our tabs in the book." He said, voice like honey and so smooth in my ears.

"Yeah, we can do that." My timid voice says. He shakes his head and reaches over grabbing my book. "So let's get started," Jensen says. A soft smile written on his face.

The two-week project went by fast. Jensen's warm smile made me mush inside. We never met at either house, meeting rather at the local library, or the coffee shop.

At the end of the two-week project, Dean had let me come out of my shell making sly jokes here and there. Complimenting me on my outfits choices of the days.

"You look beautiful today," Jensen said. His smile is bright and full of this weird sort of love. A friendly love? Or maybe I want it to be more than that. I don't know. What do I know is that after this project Jensen will never talk to me again,

Even though I've given him no reason not to talk to me. I know what will happen. He'll go back to his jock friends, and I'll go back to being the class nerd, the one that gets teased, the one that gets her things thrown and kicked from her.

I don't wanna be the girl anymore though, but there's no changing it.

On the very last day, Jensen set up a place for us to met. Go over the last few things in the project, make sure things were correct. I walked slowly around the school football field, Jensen sat on the stadium benches, his varsity jacket sitting next to him. Like he's saving a place for me.

"Jensen. Why are we meeting here?" I asked climbing the sliver stadium benches. He smiled, and looked down at his fingers, "What's wrong Jensen?" I asked.

"I hate that I'm only good out here on the field." He said pointing out to the field. I paused standing in front of him, "What are you talking about Jensen?" I ask, we'd never talked more in the entire two weeks, it was either quiet, or we had a few tad bits of information for each other.

"I'm talking about the fact that you're the smartest damn person I know, and the fact that somehow because I'm on the football team means that I... I'm not smart, but I am. I'm so smart, and I'm being ignorant. I'm simply saying that Joanna is wrong, I should never even talked to her that day. You and every other "nerd" is the reason all of us jocks can play. We're assholes, but I'm not." Jensen rambles on.

I put my hand on his strong and bold shoulder. He pauses, and looks over at me "I'm sorry I don't mean to ramble." He says in a hushed voice.

"It's okay Jensen. Look at you and me. We are from opposite spectrums of high school life. I'm the nerd that nobody wants to be friends with."

"I want to be friends with you." He interjects. I smile and continue on.

"You, Jensen you're the person every envy. I honestly don't know why. But you are smart, I think a little smarter than I am. Jensen, we aren't anything other than the people we surround ourselves with." I say through a warm smile.

He's just looking at me. His eyes are a soft green that shines under the stadium lights. "So why choose here?" I ask him, he turns and looks out onto the bright green field. "Honestly?" "Yes, Jensen honestly." "I don't know Y/n."

He shrugs his shoulders then looks over at me again. "You know I wish I hadn't taken this course in high school. I wish I'd taken the learning course. Been like you." Jensen says still looking at me.

"Yeah but if you'd done that then we would have probably never met," I said to raise my eyebrows. He looks so handsome under this light, His freckles coming out under his eyes and on top of his nose. "You're beautiful, Y/n."

"You've said that before Jensen," I say rolling my eyes. He grabs my hand, "No I mean it. I forget sometimes that girls like Joanna have no match to girls like you." He says,

"Look Jensen you flatter me, but don't we have a project to finalize," I say tugging my hand from his grasp. He sighs, "Yeah we do." I don't believe him, but why?

Why can I not believe him? He's been everything that is right about a guy, sweet compassionate. He's not mine that's why. We finalize the project under the night's sky and under stadium lights.

"I mean what I said Y/n," Jensen says, as we walk towards our cars. "I don't know Jensen," I say looking over to our cars, the only two in the entire parking lot. "What don't you know?" He says grabbing my wrist, his touch is an odd comfort.

"Listen, we only worked on a project for two weeks, we know nothing about each other, and I don't feel like getting hurt. It's not you, it's simply life, Jensen." I say staring up at his green eyes. I'm so close to him that I can count his freckles.

10 under his right eyes, and 10 under his left eye, and 12 on his nose. He's handsome, but he's forbidden to me, but not to Joanna.

"I don't care about life. I've had more fun with you in the past two weeks than at any stupid party I've ever gone to, than any stupid game I play on that field." He says pointing behind him.

Why am I hesitating? He never noticed me until now, but do I have his full attention?

"Why me? Why is it me that has got you thinking like this?" I ask, my cheeks rising in heat, "Because Y/n, I don't think you realize but you open doors that are otherwise closed, you are bright, and you most of all are you. You don't put on a show, you don't fake how you feel, you're strong, and you, you make me unbearable happy for some reason and I want to figure it out more." Jensen says, his large hand coming up to my cheek.

I shake for a moment unused to the way it feels but leans in anyways. "Can I ask you a question?" He asks, I hum unable to trust my words, "I've wanting to do this the day you walked into our class. Can I... Can I kiss you?" Jensen asks, looking at me with such a powerful feeling.

I blink a few times looking into his emerald eyes, licking my lips before smiling "Ye" He kisses me hard before I can fully answer him. His lips are soft, and plump against mine, he smells like cinnamon and fresh grass.

He's here right now, and I can't believe it. After four long years of staring at him, and thinking that he'd never notice me, I'm here in his arms, he's kissing me with such a great passion.

When he pulls away the cool nights' air pulls his warmth away with him. "I'm already addicted to you." He says rolling his eyes. I smile bringing my fingers up to my lips, brushing at the tingling feeling still left over.

"Has it ever felt like that?" I ask, he titles his head a little, "Like what?" He asks his voice soft. "Like a firework just went out between our lips, like this is going to last for a while," I say shyly. Closing his eyes gently before leaning his forehead up against mine. "No never with anyone else besides you Y/n." He says rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

The next morning we came walking into class grasping hands, interlocking out fingers. The teacher smiled. We walked up to her, handing out a flash drive with our essay on it. "Y/n, Jensen. Would one you like to move to be seat?" she asked, I looked over at Jensen squeezing his hand, "I'll move." I said.

I feel that our English teacher had a little bit of a doing with getting us together, "Playing matchmaker?" I teased my teacher, she smiled and started to walk over to talk to the student that would need to move to the front.

"Match Maker she is," Jensen whispered into my ear.

Completed on: 07/19/2021

Posted on: 07/22/2021

This is only our second summer together, but gosh do these two love to spoil the hell out of me.

Sometimes it can be too much, but they tend to reign it in. Instead, they like spoiling me in a more sensitive way, I love praise and hell so do they.

This summer, Jared had suggested that we go out to the islands, and Jensen suggested that we go back home to Texas, and do a few things at home.

Jared and Jensen were tired of the cold in Vancouver. I could tell as every night they'd come home and strip from their work clothes, and slip into our bed.

Late nights were hard on the two of them. They were very touchy-feely people. Even though many people didn't know that about Jensen. The moment he was home, he was wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing me softly on my neck.

Jared was different in his own way. He liked when we were together, but alone if that makes any sense. I've only been with these two dorks for two years now, and I'm still learning so much about them.

Since the season of supernatural was over I really did have the boys all to myself. I can't say that's a bad or good thing. It's just a thing. I love them I really do, but they've both stamina of a wild bear. They just don't stop.

In a sexual way, and in every other way. They push and push, until your screaming under them. But I'm getting off-topic. It was really up to me where we went for the summer.

I could see the smallest disappointment on Jared's sweet face when I agreed with Jensen about going back home to Texas. We pack our belonging into our carry-on bags, and Clif drives us to the airport.

The Vancouver airport is small, and nobody is really there besides a few other people. People are on their phones, reading books, and a few even have their laptops out.

It's odd, but I'm more than happy to get away from the cold. Jensen has his phone out, and Jared's pulled a book out of his carry-on bag. I kind of feel like a child in between these two strong men.

Our flight isn't bound to leave for another hour, or so all I can do is sleep. I lean my head onto Jared's shoulder feeling bad about agreeing with Jensen. I'm trying my hardest to make sure Jared knows I still love him.

Jared leans into my touch and keeps his head gently laying on top of mine. He moves the book over his hand sitting between his knee and mine. "Baby you can read with me." He says I only hum as the position I'm in is starting to cause pain in my neck.

I shift uncomfortably, and Jared turns completely to look at me. These airport chairs are not doing anything other than causing pain in my neck, and now my back.

I hear Jared close his book, keeping his thumb in the book for a quick bookmark. "If you're comfortable doll we can figure out a different way for you to sit." He says he's always been the one to make sure I'm comfortable, sweet-voiced, and not demanding, unlike Jensen.

Jensen is pulled him his phone when he hears Jared and me talking. "what's wrong you two?" He asks, he grumpy because we have to wake up so early and now we have to wait, he's not a very patient person.

"We are just discussing a different way for her to be more comfortable Jay," Jared says, I peak up my morning voice apparent. "Yeah, these damn airport chairs aren't a bit comfortable, babe," I said moving yet again, all I want to do is get a little nap before getting on the flight.

Jensen rolls his eyes, and sets his phone in his bag, before moving the armrest and expanding the space between our seats, so Jared follows in suit moving his armrest.

"See now you can be comfortable with both of us, honey. Try to get some sleep you look like you haven't got any in a few days." Jensen says picking up his phone once again.

I extend my short legs onto Jensen lap, and he moves quickly so he can rest his hands on my legs once in a blue moon gently rubbing my ankle, I rested my head on Jared's lap, and breathed in his cinnamon, and pine scent from him clothes, he hummed and rested his large hand in my hair, before opening his book back up.

Whenever we flew we always did so in first class. This flight was no different, but to get home in a decent time we had a connecting flight. So after a long flight a connecting flight and a two-hour drive to our humble abode.

My feet were killing me, and all I wanted to do was sleep in our bed. I slipped my shoes off after Jared set me down after carrying me from the car. Jensen carried all of the bags after arguing with both of us.

I slowly made my way up the stairs, as Jared was quickly behind me. My frequently long yawns making me stop on the step, I'd feel Jared's hand on my back letting me know he was behind me, and also telling me that I couldn't sleep on the steps.

"Okay, I'll move Jare," I said climbing the last few steps. Finally, after hours of walking, flying I made it to our bed, but before I could get comfortable Jar was pulling me from the comfort of the bed and to the shower.

"You need to shower, I'll shower with you seeing as you're going to fall asleep soon." He said, walking out of the bathroom. I had dozed off by the time he had gotten back from grabbing towels.

"Aw, sweetie. Jared said pulling my shirt from over my head and getting undressed, turning on the shower. He got undressed and we both hopped into the warm shower. He washed my hair and then my body nipping slightly at my shoulder and neck. I giggle sleepily and leaned into Jared as he washed my hair out and my body off.

Just as quickly as we got into the shower we were out my towel wrapped around my smaller frame. I could see the way Jared's shoulders were moving under his tanned skin.

"Come on bug, Jay put your clothes out on the bed," Jared said grabbing my hand softly and dragging me back into the bedroom. I let Jared take my towel off and dress me in my silk pajamas. I climbed into bed, Jensen already in bed his arms open for me to climb into, he was shirtless like any night, and only wearing his boxers.

Jared climbed into bed the same way. Finally back home and in the comfort of my bed with my two, strong, tall dorks. The next few days we just spend in the bed, Jared's quick to make breakfast every morning, and at night they are both quick to have my body in shivers, and on fire from them working their tongues, and hands.

Have a girl melting into the sticky, and hot sheets.

The texas air was warm and that perfect seeing as I wanted to tease Jared, and Jensen. After days of staying in, we were finally going to leave. I had made a suggestion of going to the mall, to see the lines of clothing for the summer.

We went out, I was wearing shorts, a shirt that was all too revealing. I was more than happy to let the sunbeam down my skin. My ass falling out of the shorts, and my breasts busting from their confines.

I could hear Jensen sigh as I walked outside. Jensen and Jared were wearing dark blue jeans their cowboy boots, and light-colored tops to keep the sun from makin' them any hotter than they already were.

If looks, good looks could kill they would have killed me long ago, and every single person who watches the supernatural show. 1.4 million people would be dead, now that would be supernatural.

Going out with Jared and Jensen was like going out with two bodyguards behind you at all times. Funny actually because when Clif wasn't with us, they really did take that role to heart, more Jared than Jensen.

Jared was easily a few inches taller than Jensen, so he took that role of keeping not only me safe when we were in crowded spaces, but also Jensen. Jensen was keen on helping me pick out clothes, bags, and other more sluty pieces of fabric.

He likes me in blue, and red. While Jared liked me in purples and whites. Such a contrast between the two of them. So whenever I went to lingerie stores like say Victoria's Secret the two of them followed close behind me pointing out ones they loved, and sometimes I'd have to turn around give them my best stare so that they'd be quiet in the store.

Reds, blues, purples, and whites.

Night's after we'd go shopping Jensen would have me show off the things I had been bought. Jared loved to watch me spin around with a smile on my face as I saw the way the fabric fit my form nicely.

Jensen wanted control over my body on nights like those. He wanted to see how many spasmatic orgasms he could pull from me, and like Jared, he'd just watch. It was torture for the fact that walked out of the house like a slut with my ass and breasts for nearly everyone to see.

The next days, my inner thighs hurt, and my neck looked like I'd been abused, for the amount of small dark purple hickeys on my neck. Large handprints on my ass from me not being a good girl and listening to Jensen during the night. Half crescent moon nail marks on my hips from how hard Jensen had held on while he was pounding into me.

So there were their colors Purple hickeys, Red hand marks, and half crescent moon marks.

But before I knew it we were out yet again. Jared's idea of going riding horses, He really did love the countryside we lived in. When we first got together Jared and Jensen shared a look. A look that I soon realized meant that they loved to see their girl in cowgirl attire.

A literally one part of our closet was just cowboy boots, flared jeans, and western-styled shirted, a few buckles that were in glass cases. In my opinion, we looked like the three stooges walking out of our home.

But at the same time, I could see Jared and Jensens smiles. I couldn't possibly ruin that for them at least right now. The drive to the said horse riding wasn't far, but Jensen drove to that, and Jared sat in the back with me, my shirt unbuttoned, and our tinted windows keeping peering eyes out of our private business.

His hands were massaging my breasts softly, and gently. I leaned my head back letting the moment go over slower, he took the advantage to knock my legs open instead of wearing the flaring jeans, I had on a skirt.

His hand slips in gently kneading at the supple skin of my inner thigh. Jared's long fingers lazily grazing over my soaked center, his tongue starts to graze over my weak point just under my ear, and he sucks not hard but enough to send a shiver down my back, and straight to my core.

He's taken advantage of me in the back of the car many times, whispering dirty things into my ears, as he nibbles at it. I'm lost in a world of lust, and euphoria. Lost in the whispers that Jareds keeps saying.

I'm so lost that I don't feel Jared pull his hands away, or Jensen say that we were there. In this haze of romance, love, and lust. He taps my knee and pulls my attention towards him.

"Doll, come back to earth. We are here." He says kissing my cheeks gently. Always so gentle, always so sweet. Everything in a man a woman would want.

Jareds the first to get out, I see Jensen grab something in front of the passengers' front seat, but I disregard it as Jared is holding his hand out forme and waiting for me to regain my focus and reign in my emotions before getting out of the SUV.

When I do finally make my way out of the SUV on weak knees, I'm met with two bright smiles, warm and earthy. Everything around us is screaming nature. It's screaming to be photographed.

Jensen is quick to grab my hand, like I said he loves the idea of always touching me no matter the place. Jared's hand slips into my own, and yet again I fall in love with them all over again.

A treacherous cycle. A cycle of undying love for each other, a cycle of fights and make-up. A cycle of worldwind emotion, but to be in their arms at the end of the night is all that matters to me.

Jensen stops making me stop, which in turn makes them last person stop. "I bought a gift for the three of us." He says, His eyes are twinkling in the sunset sky. "Oh we do love gifts, don't we Y/n?" Jared says. I roll my eyes looking over my shoulder.

"I bought us, Drum roll please Jare..... Cowboy hats." He says placing mine on my hair, I giggle and shake my head a little letting the hat fall nicely onto my head.

Jared takes it with is an open hand, and Jensen is quick to put his on. And before you know it, once again we look like the three stooges. Matching costumes, and everything.

There isn't a moment I can't see my life being without them. Yes sometimes they are dorks, and yes sometimes they fight, we all fight. but falling in love with them I hadn't nearly excepted. But being in love with the two of them is something I couldn't stop even if I try.

Completed on: 06/19/2021

You know that gut feeling you get some times. That feeling that tells you ‘This is going to end so badly’. I should have listened, I should have done something else, we should have stayed at the hotel just a day longer. Just a day longer and I wouldn’t be sitting in this damn hospital room.

Looking at Y/n with tubes and wires connecting her. She shouldn’t be laying in a bed in a cold room, stuck in her own mind. She should be laughing and curled up against my side while we watch a movie. Neither one of us should be here.  

How many times have I said that drunk drivers shouldn’t be allowed to even own a car? How times have I told Y/n to be safe as she drives to work, or just down to the supermarket. This is why I tell her to be safe, but you see the problem with this is I was the one driving.  

You see I’m not the one hurt, she is. How in the hell am I the one breathing on my own, sitting her with only a few cuts and bruises? I don’t understand how I came out unscathed, but Y/n is hooked up to machines and wires deep in a coma.  

We had been up in the mountains for our fifth anniversary. A way to get away from everything. It was the best way to spend it. We had a cabin to ourself. No waking up at six in the morning, or having to hastily kiss each other in the morning light before we both had to drive off to work. It was the most blissful I’ve been in a while.  

Y/n said that we needed to get back home. Said we had to leave yesterday; I couldn't understand the rush to leave so early. We had enough time for when we got back and we’d go straight back into work. No need to worry about being clung to each other. Not wanting to leave each other warm embrace in the morning.  

She countered that with saying that she would like to sleep in her own bed or at least a full night before rushing back into work. How’d she like to get comfortable with being home after our two-week vacation in the mountains. I guess I understood now after she explained. I watched her pack her things, and dance around the room.

I watched as she shined like the brightest star in the sky, even during the day. Now though I watched as she laid still in a hospital gown. Eyes closed. Breathing still normal. All I can do is watch her, I’m not a doctor, I can’t help.  

This not being able to help is killing me. I picked at my nails as I listened to dings and bells happen outside the room. I just hope she wakes up. That’s all I can do is hope right?  

Minutes turn into hours turn into days, and into weeks.  

I can’t leave her here, and go home I’d feel horrible. So, I rent a room and visit her every day the nurses know my name now. And they let me stay past the visitor's time. Every day I come in and talk to her, talking to her is the only thing I can do. I talk to her about everything.

The tariff to the hospital, what’s been going on with ‘supernatural’, how much I miss her voice, and her bright filled with life eyes. I break every time I walk in, seeing her motionless body besides her chest moving up and down due to the machine.  

“Y/n please, can you wake up for me?” I ask her everyday as I rub my thumbs against her knuckles. I get nothing in response. “Y/n I miss you so much. I don’t know what to do anymore. You’ve been like this for weeks now.” I say as I bring her hand up to my lips to kiss her knuckles.  

“I don’t want you to go, not yet. I want to live a long, amazing life with you. You can’t leave me, not just yet.” I say a stray tear falling down my cheek. I get up and walk around her room, I turn the little TV on a low volume, but still the little bit of time that I do pay attention to the TV. It gives me peace of mind.

I know that sounds bad, but it gives me a sort of peaceful feeling. I know that I can sit with her and watch TV. I hope to god that she can hear me, I hope to god that she can hear me laugh and hear me talk to her.  

I left the hospital room after the sun was deep behind the horizon. I drove for a few hours riding around the town that has now become my half way home. Please wake up. Just please wake up Y/n. That’s all I can keep thinking about. Her waking up, that’s all I want.  

Days go by and I repeat the same process over again. I see her in the morning and stay for god known how long. I talk with her and we watch TV, and I leave when the sun is far gone from the sky. I’m trying to grab a rhythm here.  

I trying to hold on to anything.  

I sleep through the night for the first time in a while. But I’m awaken by my phone dinging. Groggily waking up and answering. “Hello?” I say trying to figure out what’s going on. I look over at the clock on the side table.  

“Yes, this is Mr. Ackles correct?” The women ask in what seems like a rush. “Yes, that’s me. What’s this calls for its three in the morning right now.” I answer back. “Sir, Mrs. Ackles... Is awake sir.” She speaks. In the few moments of silence my heart breaks, reforms, shatters, my breathing becomes ragged, and then everything stops at once, when the rest of her sentence comes through my ears and into my brain.  

“She... How long? Can I come now? Is she going to be, okay?” I asked in a rush now, understanding the rush of the first words that the women spoke to me. “Sir, you can come now yes, please. She’s asking for you.” “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” I said and clicked the call off.  

She asking for me. I need to call Jared. Wait no I ‘ll call him after I see Y/n/ Y/n asking for me. She’s talking. She’s awake. Y/ns awake.  

I quickly grab a pair of sweats and slip my shoes on grabbing my keys and phone along with my jacket. I slip into my car and drive off to the hospital. I’m there within eight minutes beating the time I told the nurse that called.  

The ride on the elevator is slow, painful slow. The need to see Y/n boiling over the top of me as the doors open and I can see the ICU floor. I just slowly waked through the unit, and to her door.

You’d think that I’d be more excited knowing that she’s okay, and awake. But I’m scared that it isn’t real and she isn’t awake. That would be a cruel game that my mind could play on me.  

I slide the glass door back, I can hear her voice, I can hear her giggle. I think... no I know that’s her laugh. I slowly walk through the thresh hold of her room. I take a deep breath and I start to want to cry. She’s laying up in the bed, no tubes to be seen, she’s got her color back in her face.  

Y/n looks over and pulls her arms out reaching for a hug. I stand for a minute. “Baby you going to come over here and give me a hug?” she says. I smile and walk over to her, I grab at her hands first looking down at them, noticing her ring that’s still on her finger. I looked down at her, still smiling so much that my cheeks are starting to hurt.  

“Hi.” I say as I hug her. “Hey cowboy, I still hurt a little, but hi back.” Y/n says. God it’s like nothing ever happens. She’s still her sassy self, she still smells like peaches and crème. Y/n is really here in my arms. “I miss you, Y/n.” I said keeping her in my grasp.  

“I know, I heard you. I miss you too.” She says back. I release her and grab a chair to sit close with her. Instead, she grabs onto to my hand. “Sit up here with me, please.” Y/n says and how can I say no to her. So, I slip my shoes off, only know remembering that I’m in my sweats and whatever else I grabbed.  

I settle next to her, my arm going under her head, and her head falls gracefully into my chest. God how much I missed doing this with her. “I think I could use another vacation again. What do you say?” She says looking up at me.  

I smile again and laugh. “I could sure you a more minutes of just this with you.” I speak.  

Two weeks ago, Y/n had told me that she needed a night out with me. Actually, it was more like ‘I need a night out with my hubby, hubby!’ So, when she said that I automatically got on the phone with the restaurant I had purposed to her at. A nice chic, but simple restaurant the girl on the phone sounded young and she answered with ‘Hello this is Gisila how can I help you today?’ ‘I’d like to reserve a table in the back of the restaurant for a week from now.’ I spoke.

There were a few minutes of silence and then a response came from my phone. ‘Sure, how many people, time, and last name?’ The young girl asked. ‘Two people, 6:45, and last name Is Ackles’ I answered ‘Okay Mr. Ackles your reservation is all in order. Have a wonderful rest of your day.’ And then click the call was over.  

“Baby, we have reservation for 6:45 in a week at the restaurant I proposed at.” I said across the kitchen island. “Aww, really Ackles. I’m so ready for you and me time.” Y/n said grabbing my hand from the other side of the island. “So am I dear. Now let’s go watch that new movie you’ve been begging me to watch with you.” I said grabbing the bowl of popcorn that Y/n had just popped.  

We walked into the living room; our TV already to press play. This was rare for either of us to be home, and be able to enjoy our company. Y/n was also in the acting business, but she was working on a show that was filmed in Florida, so we often spent most of our time away from each other. Whenever we did get time together, it was nice to spend it not talking about work, acting, but instead spending it doing things that we loved to do.  

Y/n grabbed her enormous white blanket covering the both of us up, and leaned her head into my shoulder. Placing the bowl of popcorn in my lap, looking over at her I asked, “Are you comfortable yet, babe?” “Yes, Yes I am.” She answered shoveling a hand full of popcorn into her mouth. So, I grabbed the remote and pressed play on the TV, and just like always only about 45 minutes into the movie Y/n was sound asleep with her hand draped into the bowl.  

My shoulder damp from her drool, I carefully moved her hand out of the popcorn bowl, placing it on the end table. I then moved her, so I could re-position on her couch and paused the movie before grabbing her and pacing her on my chest. There were many nights were we both fell asleep like this; it was easier than trying to wake her up and drag her upstairs. I had learned that early into our relationship, she liked her sleep, so don’t bother her once she’s asleep.  

A week later  

After the week we both had I know that the both of us were more than happy that we had a reservation set up. Y/n had gotten home from a shopping trip, which this time had gone smoothly not a ton of people noticing who she was. As she walked through the front door, she dropped all but 2 bags. Myself standing in the kitchen, I moved just enough to catch a glimpse of Y/n running upstairs.  

“I’m home, and we have a date remember. So, you should get ready.” Y/n yelled as she walked up the stairs. While Y/n was out shopping I had gone through most of my clothes trying to pick out a nice outfit, unpacking everything from my side of the closet. Trying my hardest to somehow sort through all of the clothes. After only what seemed like hours sorting through everything, I finally had all the clothes in order.  

At that point it was going to much easier to be able to choose what I wanted to wear. I started digging and found a nice un-crimped white shirt, and found a nice pair of black dress pants. Now all I had to do was wait for Y/n to come home and tell me what color tie to wear. And of course, one of my more structured jackets was in the downstairs closet waiting for me.  

It was still early enough in the day where Y/n had enough time to get ready the right way. Another thing I had learned quickly about Y/n she did not like being informed about an event only a few hours before. A main reason why we always made reservations, and she’d then plan according to what would fit around that particular event.  

With what I’d say was 3 hours before we would have to be at our reservations, I slipped into our bedroom. Catching out of the corner of my ear the dress that Y/n had purchase on her shopping trip. A beautiful purple slimming dress that came no less down to her knee caps. I was still in my day attire, so I slipped out of my joggers, my white t-shirt, and into the shower with Y/n.

Unlike the character I played on TV, I wasn’t much of a ladies' man. I had found the love of my life, and she was all I really needed. As I slipped into the shower with her, she said “I was wondering how long it would take for you to get in here with me.” As she massaged the shampoo into her head.  

“Darling, you know you like to see me in the shower with you.” I said sliding my hands down her hips. “Ross! I do love having you in the shower with me, but you know that this” She said pointing down to where my hands were. “we’ll never make it to the reservations.” She spoke.  

So, I removed my hands and switched places with her, washing my body quickly, along with my hair. Kissing her on the lips, and murmuring “love you, dear.” Getting out of the shower. I wrapped the towel around my waist, walking to where my clothes were laid out. Still having time before Y/n would leave the bathroom, I just put on my boxers, and dress pants.  

Walking over to my cabinet, I fished through the varying ties I had collected over the years. I had taken out about 4 varying ties, making sure that two were complimenting Y/n’s dress while the others were questionable at best. After constantly moving the four ties I had figured that it was either going to go with the green or yellow tie.  

Standing there looking like an idiot, Y/n said “Go with the green.” smiling. Throwing the yellow tie into the pile of no’s “Are you sure?” I asked questing if it would really look good together. “Yes, Jensen it will look great, you should probably get dressed some more now.” Y/n said shutting the door of the bathroom.  

Finally, a few hours later, Y/n came downstairs looking just as beautiful as the first day I had met her. She had paired her dress with a pair of black heels, everything was so sleek. The click of her heels banged off the walls as she walked down the stairs. “Hey beautiful.” I said as she walked to the front door, picking her pocketbook up on the way. “Hey handsome. Are you ready to go?” She said smiling. “Yes, do you need a jacket?” I asked.  

Seeing the short sleeves of the dress, “No, I’ll just use yours.” She said winking as she walked out the front door. As I locked our front door, Y/n made her way into the car. The drive to the restaurant was nice, and actually the roads weren’t heavily traffie'd that I assumed that they’d be.  

When we arrived to the restaurant, I left the car running and made my way in, and made it to the front desk before the large group of people came in behind me. “Ma’am I have a reservation for 2 under the name Ackles.” I said “okay Sir... Um what was the reservations under?” The young lady said. “Ackles, Alpha, Charlie, Kilo, Lima, Echo, Sierra.” I said spelling it phonetically. The young lady, scrolled and searched her computer for a second before telling me some very bad news.  

“I'm sorry Mr. Ackles, but you don’t have a reservation here.” Trying hard to not show how upset I was I asked “Do you have any open tables? It’s just a party of two.” “I’m sorry, we’ve been booked for the past week.” The young lady said. “It’s fine, dear. Have a good rest of your night.” I said walking out.  

I know that I was going to feel bad for ruining our date night. As I climbed into the car, Y/n read my face asking me.  “They don’t have a table for us, do they?” I looked over at her, and loosened my tie, “yes I’m sorry dear. How about we order some food instead, watch a movie on the couch maybe snuggle.”  

“That’s okay dear, and yeah I’d like that very much.” So that’s what we did, Y/n called the closet Japanese's restaurant. “Yes, Ma’am this is Fen, what would you like to order?” After a few minutes of deciding on the what both Y/n and I wanted, Y/n answered “A plate of sushi, and one plate of tempura. Thank you, Fen.” She spoke.  

Picking it up on our way home, Y/n held it in her lap, and my hand stayed on her thigh for the rest of the trip home, we played music as we drove. Just taking a minute to relax and reflect on maybe we don’t always have to go out for dinner.  

When we arrived home, Y/n asked “Do you mind if we eat in our fancy clothes, seeing as I put so much effort into mine?” “Of course, honey, I’ll go get silverware, and you can choose the movie.” I spoke. As I walked into the kitchen I yelled. “And I put a lot of time into my outfit too, dork.”