#supernatualfluff

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader/Sam

Warnings: Monsters as usual (Dijnn), depression, pregnancy, fighting

Summary: With Y/n on the run, Sam's depression can't help but get the best of him while the fate of his relationship and child hangs in the balance.

WC- 2.677k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is a part 2 of something I wrote nearly a year ago. "Sam Winchester: Running Away" I

Main Master List // Sam W. Master List

It's weird hiding from the Winchester boys. Weirdly, people are so much nicer to me now. The summer sun in Texas is hot on my back as I walk out of the grocery store. I tried my best to settle down and got a small job at a travel agency. I'm renting a small apartment from an old lady who helped me when I first got off the bus in Bay City.

In the past few months, my body has changed in many ways. I have a larger belly and more cravings than I've ever experienced. I talk to my belly almost every night after I calm down from work. I tell them stories about Sam and Dean. I tell them how their father is a hero, how he's saved the world, and how he has taken my heart with his bright, kind smile.

Like clockwork, every night, there's a message from Sam asking me if I'm doing alright, or begging me if I can just respond. It breaks my heart, but no matter what, I can't bring myself to type back a message. It didn't take long after I walked out of the bunker to know that I was walking away from the person that I love and that my home was disappearing into the background of the Kansas sunset.

Yet I couldn't bear to walk back into the bunker; somewhere in my twisted mind, it told me I had to go. I had to leave it all behind because I wasn't worth it. I wasn't worth the stress, the worry, or anything I might bring down on the Winchester boys.

I thought I had gotten away from it all—the grueling monsters, the death at every corner. I guess I was wrong because one second, I was shopping in a local baby store, and the next, I was somewhere completely different. Some places had air that felt lighter, and some places had my hopes and dreams feel like reality.

There's a warm hand wrapping around my middle. "Good morning, sweetheart." It's a voice I know, a voice I haven't heard in such a long time. One that makes my heart soothe from the racing it's currently doing in my chest. Then, I realize we aren't in the bunker but in a rather nice-looking bedroom. The sound of smaller feet pounding on the ground brings me to look at the doorway. "Anna must be up," Sam says in a whisper, his soft words brushing against my ear and giving me a round of shivers.

Anna comes busting into the bedroom, uncaring to knock on the bedroom door. You think you care but don't after you look at her. Hair as dark as Sams but eyes like yours. A gigantic smile on her chubby cheeks. "MOmmY!" She shouts as she climbs up the bed to get onto your body. You can see Sam out of the corner of your eye. It's a smile you only ever see reserved for you, and you don't know how you managed to be back in his arms and a kid you share together. You're lost in how you got from the store alone pregnant to here in his arms, in bed together with your family.

The feeling stays with you as the day starts, and you watch Sam shift from sweats and a white t-shirt to a pair of shorts and a hawwin shirt. "Aren't you gonna get dressed, baby?" He asks as he catches you staring at him from the bed still. "I… Where are we going?" You ask him, unsure still by the normality of this odd life. "Don't tell me you forgot about the barbecue that Dean invited us to?" He says, a knit-in his brow. You lick your lips and try to think, but there's nothing there, just white clouds that fog your thoughts.

"It's alright if you forgot, babe, just get dressed. It's warm out, so wear that pretty little sun dress you bought a few weeks ago." Sam says as he comes over, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I'm going to get Anna ready, I love you." You stare at the door for a few moments longer, waiting until he's left, and you can hear Sam and Anna talking down the hall. You get up feeling the carpet under your feet and the warmth that radiates through the window.

You do get dressed in the sun dress Sam mentioned. It still had the price tag on it, so you assumed it was the one he was talking about. It fits you perfectly, curved around your hips with ease, and giving everyone who might look at you a perfect display of your breasts. You find a nice pair of sandals and make your way towards the echos of voices.

"There she is," Sam says, happiness and warmth seeping from the kitchen. Anna turns around whipping her head in your direction, she too is dressed in a sundress pinks and purples mixed together with her hair up in braids. "You look good, Mommy," Anna says as she comes over, hugging your leg. You breathe it all in, getting deeper and deeper into it. You aren't sure still unsure how you managed to get here, but you can't say you're mad about it.

The ride to Deans is off, but everything is off for you. Sam can sense it; one hand from the wheel comes to the rest of your exposed knee. "You doin' alright, honey?" he asks, worry laced in his words. You shake your head, giving him more to worry about, but you don't know. All you can think of is the tiny giggles coming from the back seat.

Anna is watching something on a tablet, and her smile glows from whatever she's watching. "Come on, honey. You can talk to me about anything," Sam says, trying to trigger the conversation to continue. "I know, Sam. I'm just trying to be in the moment." You say, and that's the reality of it. Because this moment and the one this morning had been everything you were dreaming about.

"Dean, I just know something is wrong!" I say to my brother as I continue to stare at my phone. The text messages aren't even being read anymore. At least when Y/n was reading them, I knew she was safe; I knew that she was doing alright. I can hear the sigh of frustration fall from my lips as I put the phone back down the library table. "Sam, we can't do anything if she doesn't want us to," Dean says, trying to support both of us.

I lift my head, staring angrily at my brother. "I don't give a shit anymore. I don't care why she ran away. I don't care at all. I just want her back in my life. Now I'm pretty sure Charlie can figure out where she is." I huff out. With a grunt and shake of his head, he's got his phone beside his ear, calling our good friend Charlie.

I can hear the slight argument between Dean and Charlie as I sit, waiting for a quick answer. "I know, but can you just help us. Y/n hasn't been reading." Dean says, looking over at me. "She hasn't been looking at Sam's messages. Can you just give us a location so we can restart this?" Dean finishes. There's mumbling on the other side of the phone, but then I see Dean hidden. "Okay, text that to me, Charlie. Thank you," he says and then drops the phone from his cheek.

ASnxeity has set in when we get to where Y/n has been staying for the past few months. Her car is there, but the door to her apartment is cracked open; my blood runs cold, and just like that, I'm set on finding her. Dean tries to calm me and reminds me that not everything is terrible. She might just be doing something, like taking out the trash.

I glare at him and bring my gun from my hip to sweep through her apartment. Baby books and a few baby clothes are in the living room. Her bedroom is perfect as if she had never made it home. "Is she just taking out the trash now, Dean?" I snark at him, "I was trying to help. So… we have to work this like a case now?" Dean questions, I nod, and just like that, I'm searching for Y/n all over again.

Dean is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and the kids run all over the house. His wife easily kisses his cheek, and he holds her close to his side. "Uncle De!" Anna screams, and Dean smiles broader and brighter than you've ever seen him. "Hey, kiddo," Dean says warmly as he picks her up and puts her on his hip. "You guys made it." Dean's wife says, and she comes over to give you a hug.

"What about us, baby girl?" a stranger asks. When I turn, I'm struck by the Winchesters' parents—happy, healthy, and very much alive. "Hey, Dad," Sam says happily, hugging his father and wrapping his mother tightly. You watch as the day goes on with absolute ease. Dean talks about adding a new portion to the Winchester auto shop; John lights up with joy at the idea of more business and growth for the business he's known since he was a young adult.

Sam holds you close to his chest as you two dance in the yard, the sky turning purple and orange. You rest your head on his chest and let the movement of your feet guide you into contentment. "You know I love you, right?" Sam asks you as his large hands hold your waist and back. You hum, but you are not willing to open your closed eyes. "And you know you are everything I've ever wanted, right? No matter what happens between the two of us, I'll always want you." Sam says you can feel the tears brimming in your lashes.

"I know Sam." Your voice cracks and gives away the way tears are threatening to fall. "I love you too." As you lift onto your tiptoes in the cool grass, you mutter back and press a needy kiss to his lips. You two are sadly interrupted by John. "Anna is sleeping; if you wanna, you guys can come to pick her up tomorrow." John offers, and Sam pulls me closer. "Thanks, Dad." He tells his dad, then turns to me, "Let's go home." You nod and take his hand in yours.

"What did I fucking tell you!?" I knew she was in trouble; I knew something was wrong. To be the cherry on top, she's pregnant, and she's been taken for whatever fucking reason. "It's just a dinner. We've dealt with enough of them to know the deal," Dean says. I slam the trunk of the baby shut, my molars grinding as I look at the depleted cave that's currently holding my girl and baby prisoner in a fake world.

Of her own imagination.

The silver blade drips all over the ground as I enter the cave. The dark walls hold secrets and horror that I hope and wish Y/n would never experience. It's all a blank somewhere between entering the cave and getting to Y/n. The only thing I feel is the splatter of blood onto my face and my eyes searching for that beautiful face.

She doesn't look like she's been there for too long, but her arms hang above her head, her belly prodding out. I'm stuck standing still over the djinn. Dripping its own blood back onto the dead man, Dean is quick to get over to Y/n, pulling the attachments out of her arm and pulling her down gently.

"Sam, get your ass over here. We… we are gonna have to take her to the hospital." Dean says, and somewhere in my frozen mind, my legs move to get a closer look at her. Her cheeks are a little sunken, but her face is still full of color. I know why Dean said we would have to take her to the hospital.

It's not too long before the large white building in Texas appears in the Impala's view. "I'm going to stop by the emergency doors to help your girl and that baby get some help. I nod and wait for the red letters to appear. A nurse is already waiting for us, and she takes a view of Y/n. "What happened?" the nurse asks, and for a moment, I think of telling the truth, but something else comes out. Something like, "She went for a walk a few hours ago, and then I didn't hear anything back from her." I say, my voice wanting to crack. The nurse nods, and I follow them for as long as possible.

Y/n is stuck in the cold hospital room for way too long. Fluids and IV being run into her system, the baby had been pretty much okay. Besides needing extra fluids, everything was fine, according to the doctors. They allowed me to stay in the room with her. The ICU has too many beeping machines, and there's constantly a team over Y/n making sure her and the baby's vitals are alright.

"Sam," A small voice calls out. "Y/n," I say, alerting half of the ICU floor that she's awake. She smiles slightly and then looks around her surroundings. "Where… why am I here, Sam?" She asks me. The happiness that was once there filters out and hits the bottom of my stomach. "You… Dean and I took care of what caught you," I answer her. "What caught me?" The heart machine starts to pick up speed. "Calm down, baby, please. I need you to breathe slowly and out before I tell you." I say to Y/n. She takes a few breaths and then squeezes my hand, wanting me to continue.

"You were caught by a djinn," I say, swallowing hard. It took Dean and me about three days to find you and another two beforehand to figure out something was wrong." There's silence from Y/n, and then she looks up at me with tears. "What about our baby?" she asks. I nod. The baby is fine; I did all sorts of tests to ensure everything was good," I tell her.

The silence continues until Y/n brings her attention up from her belly. "I saw a few things." "Did you?" I ask, wondering if she's going to explain. "I saw us, Dean, and your parents. I saw a life I so desperately wanted with you but thought I wasn't allowed to have with you because of our life." She says with a heavy sadness in her voice. "I thought I had to leave to take that burden away from you and Dean. I thought…" She hiccups, and tears roll down her cheeks.

"Baby, you will never be a burden to me, nor will our kid. I want nothing more than for you to come home so I can keep both of you safe and protected. I worried about you every single minute of every single day. It was hard to know that you thought you would be better off elsewhere." I say to her, wrapping her tightly in a much-needed hug.

"How'd you know where I was?" She asks when I release her from the hug. "I had Dean call Charlie," I say without a single ounce of regret. She giggles a little, "It wasn't funny; I'm pretty sure the next time we see the girl, she's gonna slap me across my face." Dean says, making us both look up at him.

"Thank you." Y/n says, "Of course, you're family, after all." Dean says from his spot in the doorway. When can I go home?" She asks, "Let me go get the nurse, and we will figure it out, baby." I say, letting go of her hand before pressing a kiss on her temple and running out to get a nurse.

Completed on: 03/15/24

Pairing: Dean Winchester x PlatonicFem!Reader

Pov: Dean Winchester

Warnings: Fluff, Angst-ish, Yelling, Cursing, 18+

Summary: When Mary Winchester ruins her relationship with both Dean and Sam. Y/n only wants to help, so she sets something special up for Dean.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers; this is a request from anon.

WC- 1.0k

Dean W. Master List // Main Master List // Requests Master List

Listening to my mother come up with some bullshit excuse was more than I needed in my life at this point. She claims she's not blind to the way the Brits work, but I think that's bullshit. We both think it's bullshit.

Sam had been taken and tortured by these guys, and all the other bullshit they had dragged us into. She was less than understanding of the fake people she was working with. Sam is more than disappointed; he never grew up with Mom. I did, but it's not like four years can make a real change. Mary wasn't the same person I knew so long ago.

"When did you start working for them?" Sam asks he looks so sad, but I can't throw my own anger to support him right now. We had been around a lot of liars, we are liars ourselves. "Since the lake house, it was their case." I stand there dumbfounded that we were somehow having this conversation standing in the bunker.

"You kept that from us." I relive the whole moment, Cass had almost died. Her words just started to mold together. her bullshit lies. A hunter had died, and all for what a better way of doing things. I could never believe that my mother was that type of person. The person who puts herself before others.

"Our whole lives you've been gone. You said that you needed time. No, you said you needed space, so we gave you your space. No, you needed space from us." She stares at me and my younger brother, and I can feel another set of eyes on me. Y/n, a girl we found over eight years ago. She was a young adult, but to me, she was my daughter a daughter that I don't think I'd ever want to walk away from especially not how my mother just did.

"I'm your mother, but I am not just a mom, and you are not a child" My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear the words hit my ears. Not a child, I never got the chance. "I was never a child, so between us and them." Mary desperately tries to back the situation out of the corner it's been driving itself into. "It's not like that Dean." I swallow the words that want to come up, and look over at Sam, "Yeah it is Mary, and you made your choice so there's the door."

I at this point end up just walking away, my heart is broken and the tears burning at the edges of my eyes are hurting more than the anger I'm pushing further down in my chest. My daughter watches as I brush past her and into my room. Slamming the door, that's when the true and real emotion comes falling out of me. The tears fall and the way I just can't catch my breath.

I had just gotten her back, Sam had just started learning about his mother from his mother. All for Mary to go and fuck it all up because she wasn't honest because she lied to both of us. It's hours before I leave my room.

A knock on my door is what had me dragging my ass out of my room. the tears had stopped only a few hours ago, and the only thing that sat in my chest was the burning, boiling anger. I open the door, and there's my daughter Y/n standing with hopeful and sad eyes. "Dean, do you want to maybe come and watch a few movies with me?" She asks her voice cherry and trying.

As much as I would have loved to go out and watch a few western movies with her I just couldn't bare the thought of yelling or screaming at her all because of Mary. Or even worse bumping into her because she hasn't left yet. When I had haven't answered Y/n continued, "I even invited Sam, he's waiting for us." She tires, "Honey, I'm really not in the mood right now, so…" She nods like my anger is something she's used to having to work around.

It burns me, but she smiles, leans in, and kisses my cheek, "That's alright, Dad, you know where we are." With that Y/n is walking away and I shut the door. The way my heart burns in my chest. My daughter and younger brother were trying to get over the yelling and how Mary had burned everyone here in the bunker.

I stare at the shut door, and then at the picture of Mary and I when I was young. I pull out a book, a diary of sorts. I write down everything that happened. All the emotions I wanted to push deep down, all the things that went wrong, and all the things that could have gone right.

My wrist hurts when I smell popcorn being popped in the kitchen. The laughter that's filling the cold and silent bunker. I close the diary and poke my head out of my bedroom door. The laughter grows and it's a mixture of Sams and Y/ns. I can't help but be drawn in by it. I poke my head into my man cave. The lights are all off, the only light coming from the TV. An old western is playing on the screen, and all my favorite treats are on the table in front of the old couch. "Dean?" I hear Sam question, looking away from the TV, "Yeah, it's me." Y/n's eyes light up and she turns a massive smile on her face, she pats the open spot between her and Sam.

"Come sit here and we can restart the movie." She says with cheer in her voice. I can't help but smile in return, "alright" I move quickly, Sam and Y/n are smiling widely up at me. "What made you come out?" Sam whispered, I dig my hand into the bowl of popcorn, "The food Sammy boy." He rolls his eyes, while Y/n curls up into my side. "It will be okay Dad, I promise," Y/n mutters as the movie restarts. I lean down and kiss her forehead, "I hope so honey."

Completed on: 05/08/2023

Posted on: 05/08/2023

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Platonic!Teen Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Anger Issues, damsel in distress archetype, Dean being supportive, hugs, advice from someone older, teen reader, easy target, copying Dean's actions and his attitude, Reader is a Nephilim.

Summary: Tried of being the easy target Y/n takes on some of Dean's more rage endured attributes.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

Main Master // Dean Winchester Master List // Requests Master List

The Winchester brothers tend to make some people feel smaller than them. Maybe that's simply because they're bigger than life, and dealt with everything that chuck has decided that they need to deal with.

Long before Jack was brought around the bunker it was me. The first Nephilim that the Winchester had ever met. I was constantly told to be in the back. To stay away from the danger, rather than being able to stay and fight I was forced to stay in the back seat of the Impala.

When I was with Dean and Sam it usually ended with the two of them having to save me. Save me like I was some damsel in distress. According to almost every monster that I got caught by I was "The rarest of types" and "The best to add to their collection."

Just like that, I was forced to be saved by Dean and Sam. I was too soft and was always forgetting where I was, and what I was trying to do. It caused me to have to be saved by Dean, or Sam. Tall lumberjacks trying to come and save me from monsters that were more into figuring out how to use me to reach the top of their social ladder.

"When we tell you to stay in the car we mean it, Y/n," Dean yelled at me from the front seat of the car. I rolled my eyes biting my tongue from saying anything. Being a young adult made things harder to try and get around. I was nearly half the age of Dean and Sam, so there was some disconnect, but they were the only examples I had in my life. I had only had them in my life for the past few years.

I wondered why Dean never saw it coming.

"Dean, let it go. At least we got her out safely." I heard Sam whisper to his older brother. But regardless of Sam's words, or his soft eyes looking back at me through the rearview mirror. The anger was boiling up. I was tired of being treated like a princess, like a beautiful set of very breakable china in a store. I wanted to just be a hunter with Dean and Sam.

I was mostly just tired of the way my life was leading. I was tired of being saved, tired of getting yelled at by an over-protective Dean. I was tired of getting looks from Sam that were always so pitiful.

"No, I'm serious Sam. This has to stop, when we tell her to stay at the bunker or stay in the damn car she just needs to listen." More yelling from Dean as he talked about me like I was wasn't even there.

"I mean for real it's as if she wants to get hurt every single goddamn time. Like she wants to be saved. Like she's some damsel in fucking distress Sam." With a frustrated sigh, I looked up into the rearview mirror.

"You do know I'm here right?" Anger was starting to boil over, a tipping point of no return. "I'm right fucking here Dean. You don't get to be a dick all the damn time just because. And Sam you don't help at all. You're just… you I'm not fragile. I can fight for myself." I rambled on. Wide eyes looked on, whether it was from the cursing or simply because I was right I won't ever know.

From that point on I decided that the only way to not be a loose link between the three of us was to become more like Dean. Dean was calloused, and strong, shot first then ask questions. He didn't take a shit and I really never saw him get caught off guard by anything.

The next hunt. It was vampires, something that took skill and a strong person to deal with. I had been doing some work on my ability to stay focused on the plan at hand. Dean wasn't going to bring me along with him and Sam. As always Sam was a loving person and convinced him that they would need me regardless.

I listened to the plan. Then followed through. Splitting off to make sure that we were able to corral them into a more manageable area. I worked hard and fast, beheading vampires as I went along. Not caring, blood splattered across my face. I moved forward with a hot rage behind my movements.

When I finally managed to get to the center of the old ran-down barn that they were using as a nest. Dean and Sam were there, looking identical to me. Blood across their faces, and weapons. Sam gave me a small nod seeing that I had made it through my section. "Oh look she made it through," Dean said, a little too rough and loud.

I wasn't trying to gain anyone's respect… well maybe I wasn't. I'm honestly not sure anymore. I just wanted to prove myself to Dean that I was strong and just as capable as either one of them was.

So I took the chance. Sam had gotten the last two vamps tied up. We just wanted information on where they were hiding the partners of the deceased we had looked at in the morgue.

Trying to get information out of these assholes was trying to pull teeth. It was like watching paint dry, and I was getting more and more frustrated with how neither Sam nor Dean was making the process go any faster.

I took my chance here.

While Sam and Dean were talking about how to make 'the vamps talk' I moved in front of the half dead, and half-alive vamps. They were the scum below the king of hell, nasty horrible monsters. With my knife in hand, I went up to vamp. "How about this. When those two come back they're not gonna be nice, but if you tell me where the girlfriends are I'll let you go right now." offering a deal that had a death date they didn't know about.

"What makes you think we believe that you'll let us go." The vamp spits out into my face. I swallowed my pride and anger. "Because I'm not the Winchesters." Confidently the two started to rip out names. Once they were done with the long list of names, and locations they looked up at me with eager eyes of being able to make it out alive.

"Hey what are you doing so fuckin' close to them Y/n." I heard Dean yell in front of the doorway. "Oh, nothing." With that, I lived through each other heads. Mouths move as they hit the ground with a loud thud. I left to shocked men in the barn and walked out of the car. Grabbing onto the map.

"What the fuck was that?" another loud yelling moment from Dean. "Oh shut it, Dean. They told me where the girls are we don't need them after that right? Or would you rather play with your food some more?" I questioned him.

It was still after the incident there with the vampires and a few more incidents that the importance of my own life was starting to fly through the door. I was turning into Dean, a true killer. One with a solid plan, but with nothing afterward. I was becoming different, so I half excepted Sam to be the one to knock on my bedroom door in the bunker.

But when opened the door it was Dean. Slumped shoulders and a little bit of sadness written on his face. "What do you need, Dean?" Keeping my words curt.

He sighed heavily and looked into my room. "Why don't you just come in instead of peering in." I offered. The silence between Dean, I, and the walls were growing on me. causing me to freak out more. A quiet Dean was scarier than anything.

"Hey Kiddo, I think we need to talk about something." Kiddo that was new. I thought as I sat on the edge of my bed, and Dean stood akwardly in the middle of my room. "Go sit down you're giving me the fuckin' creeps," I mumbled. Talk about what? I thought to myself.

"So what are you here to talk about? I haven't been annoying you guys with having to save me recently. Tired of not being able to yell at me?"Attitude thick between my words. Dean's face didn't change, not anger fluttered passed.

"I've noticed that, but it was never annoying. I was… I was just worried about your safety that was all that was ever about Y/n." Dean said softly into the thick air between the two of us. "I think and so does Sam that maybe you've become too calloused. You aren't being very respectful of your own life anymore." Dean continued on. "respectful of my life?" I repeated back to Dean.

"Let me rephrase. You're starting to act a litt… a lot like me. It's worrisome to both of us. You're starting to do things without any real evidence for doing so, shooting first and then asking questions. You must know that doesn't work Kiddo." Dean said looking at me.

"You do that all the time though Dean. I was tired of being treated as if I were a delicate flower. I was tired of getting yelled at by you. I just want to help and this way it works. I just do the damn hunt, and we save the people we're supposed to save." I said with a mumbled breath.

Dean got up quickly moving to sit next to me on the edge of the bed. "Y/n that's not the right way. I shouldn't have yelled, I'm not good with the whole parenting and protecting thing. I just wanted to make sure you were safe, but I never… we never showed you how to protect yourself. I'm sorry that you thought that the only way you saw through did t become more like me." Dean apologized, opening his arms up to a hug.

There were tears brimming at the edges of my lashes. I fell into the hug, the relief of knowing that I didn't have to act like this anymore. Felt like elephants had just been lifted off my shoulders. "It's okay Y/n. We can work through this. We promise we won't treat like you can't do the job, I promise to be better and teach you." Dean said hugging me harder.

Completed on: 03/21/2023

Posted on: 03/21/2023

Pairing: Jensen x Mrs.Ackles, Jensen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Home Wreaker, cheating, married and cheating, scandalous, almost getting caught, feelings, accidentally being a home wrecker, therapist, implied smut, roughness.

Summary: Being Jensen's secretary comes with a very odd relationship. One that Jensen seems perfectly fine with.

WC- 2.9k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers

Main Master List // Jensen A. Master List

"I need you in my office in five," Jensen said to me over the speaker from the landline. Five minutes was a long enough time for him to change from being pissed off and ready to blow off steam on yelling at me. His words echoed in my mind.

I'd been working with Jensen for the past 6 months. Everything was cosher until the workload got harder, and the stress on Jensen got worse. When he had hired me, it was "Yes, sir", and "Yes, Mr. Ackles right away Mr. Ackles." But now it wasn't anything but a few words to me every day. The office was bleak and so was Mr. Ackles's attitude.

I hadn't the slightest clue as to what was truly ever going on with my boss. You'd think that I would, I'd hear gossip or find something out, but that was never the case. He was so damn secretive about nearly everything.

Five minutes never seemed so fast. I bumped my leg, my heel ever so slightly hitting the carpet floor. I kept my eyes on the right lower corner of my computer screen. Watching the clock tick by. You could say that this was a waste of time and you might be right. You could say that I could be working on something, but it would be worthless especially if I knew that was where this was going.

Mr. Ackles only ever called me into his office, when he was going to fuss and yell at me. He was a great employer when he was 'a nice' employer. There is always something about him coming back from lunch with his wife.

Something about his wife made him furious. No matter what he'd come in guns blazing and a few moments later he'd call me in. I realized at the start of my employment what it really meant when he called me into his office.

I was a paid therapist at those times. He vented to me about his wife, and how he wish 'I could somehow get out of this ridiculous relationship.' I slide the wheeled chair back, shaking the bravery onto my face as I went into the lion's dens. I let my heels glide me over to his door, knocking only once.

"Come in." It was quick and cold. Not loud and robust like I expected to come through the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Mr.Ackles had taken off his dress jacket it was laying around the edge of his chair, and had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. A look that would nearly have me at my knees if he was anyone else.

He was my boss, and yes we had an odd relationship when it came to me coming into his office, but I couldn't and wouldn't think of my boss as a hot older gentleman. It would go against everything I believed in, and for starters, you can't be in love with your boss.

"Mr.Ackles," I said, from here I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I was never truly sure what sort of plans came into his head while he waited in his office for me.

Would today be another day of wasting hours of listening to him come to the same conclusion that he hated his wife? That he wished for something and someone different in his life. With Mr. Ackles being the head of his company, I think it was rather hard to deal with everything that came with running a business and treating your life like you were walking on eggshells.

I had only met his wife once. Slightly orange hair that was longer than mine, tall and demanding behavior as she walked into the halls. On the prowl for her husband, searching through rooms and halls. Until she came to my desk. Now, this was at the very being of my employment. She gave me a rather snotty look, before looking me up and down and scoffing. "Hello, may I help you?" I was still new to the job and new ways of being a secretary. With a roll of her eyes, and a hand placed on her hip. "I'm here for my husband. I'm Mrs. Ackles" She said.

I rang her husband and heard the saddest sigh ever over the phone. A sigh of disappointment, sadness. I'm not sure what was sad, the yelling made the conversation hard to listen to. She came out speed walking down the hallway. "You can fuckin' deal with him." and with that, she had never walked back into the office.

"Mr. Ackles. I can sit down if you need me to." I said softly. I never wanted to yell, for too many reasons but one of them. Was simply because I wasn't like his wife. He had yet to look up at me from his desk, his eyes cast down on the wood pattern. I took a moment and waited for some sort of something to come out of his mouth.

I moved further into his office. Closing the door behind me, and walking past the chair that was laid out for people. I stood next to the side of his desk, hopping up onto the desk. My legs were crossed and my skirt rose up on my thighs. My skin showing off, and not on purpose. "I'm here, whatever you need Mr. Ackles," I said softly again. You don't need to rush him.

"It's Jensen, Y/n." He said finally, but his gaze was looking down at his wooden desk. I reached out, "Okay, Jensen. Can we talk about what happened?" I said. My hand landed on his shoulder blade. I felt him shiver at the touch I swallowed thickly. Worried that maybe I had crossed a line, an invisible line. He moved under my touch my hand slipping from his shoulder blade and made into my own lap. Jensen was leaning into his big office chair, but it wasn't big enough.

I tried to come up with some words, but sometimes silence is better. "You know she's always so worried that I'm fucking you." Jensen said, my first inticst was to ask why, ask how she had come up with a conclusion like that. "I can't tell if she's saying I'm fucking you over, or she truly thinks that I'm fucking you." My hand came up to my hair fingers running thorugh it. Worry was written on my face. I could feel it, and I knew that Mr. Ackles could see it.

"Why would she think that, sir?" I asked. Jensen looked over me, and for the time I noticed something I had never seen before. Freckles, that were littering his cheeks, and nose. If I had the time I'd count and recount them every day. I shook my head trying desperately to get out of my own thoughts. "I'm not sure, maybe she is jealous of just how much time we spend together? Maybe she is jealous of how pretty you are?" Jensen said. My heart quickened in my chest I swear he could hear it.

"I'm not as beautiful as she is though. She shouldn't worry about me, I'm nothing in comparison to her." I said quickly, say only what is right to say, not what you feel in this type of satin. I didn't realize just how close I had gotten myself to Mr. Ackles. Not even more then a arms length away from each other.

God, I had never realized how good he smelt. His cologne was everywhere in this room, about him was like a drug. The closer Jensen and I got the more my heart raced in my chest. "Maybe I should just do what my wife is accusing me of doing. Maybe I should let myself take what I want after all these months." He said. It was loud and clear. "Maybe I should just drag you over my desk and fuck you raw, like my wife thinks." Jensen said. My mouth was left gapping open.

All sorts of thoughts ran throw my head before I felt the softest touch on my exposed skin. I looked down to see a giant hand nearly wrapping around my thigh. "I'm sure she... I'm sure she doesn't think you're doing anything like that with me, Mr. Ackles." I muttered. "Why because I'm your boss?" Mr. Ackles asked. I was chewing at my lip. Thinking about how to get out of this. Jensen seemed perfectly fine with having his hand wrapped around my thigh.

"Yes," I whispered as I continued to look down at his hand on my thigh. His fingers moved, squeezing at my flesh. if I was smarter, if I didn't want this I would have moved already, but at last, I'm still sitting here on his desk, with his fingers playing at my flesh.

"So, are you saying you wouldn't love me to fuck you with my fingers?" Jensen hinted. My words weren't working, and neither was my mouth as I tried and failed to come up with something to say to Mr. Ackles. There could be a thousand things that happen. We could get caught, he could fire me after everything because he realized that he fucked up, or he... we could continued whatever this new relationship is.

"How about you just relax and come here," Jensen said pointing towards the center of the desk. He pushed a few things out of the way and made room for me. I didn't move at first too scared that if I did, everything that had been said in the small space would prove untrue. He waited until he grew impatient. "Come now, I promise you," Jensen said softly, reaching out his hand so I could take it. I hopped down from the desk with his help before moving in front of him. Jensen moved back in the office chair, the wheels helping move him back to give me room to hop onto the desk once again.

Once again I was sitting at his desk. I tried to cross my legs, but Jensen stopped that. Pinning them instead next to each of his thighs. My heels dug into the office chair as I realized how exposed I was to him. "Look at you, doing so good for me." Jensen praised me, his words felt like smooth honey rolling down my back. Making me relax more into his touch.

"I noticed that you shut the door behind you when you came in," Jensen commented, I turned to look at the door. I bit my lips before turning back around and looking down at him. "Did you do that on purpose? Did you think that something was going to happen?" Jensen questioned me. I shook my head, not trusting how my words might come out.

"You'll have to answer me sooner or later, don't go forgetting you work me now Y/n." Jensen said, as he brought his hands further up my legs. Caging me in with his body, as I caged him in with my legs. "You know I should have seen it beforehand." He continued. "You're always so sweet to me, letting me ramble on about how shitty of a relationship I have with my wife. I bet you wanted to take advantage of that. Did you want to take advantage of your boss huh?" Jensen questioned me. I shook my head. "Oh you poor sweet thing." Jensen teased. I swallowed hard, as I wondered how faar he would elt this go.

"Are you worried we might get caught?" He asked. For the first time, my words came tumbling out of my mouth with no regard for how small or timid they might sound. "Yes, I'm afraid we might get caught," I whispered. "Oh no sweetheart. We won't get caught because you're going to be real quiet." He said encouruaging me to agree with him. "wuiet?" I asked. "Yeah, quiet. So I can fuck you." Jensen said.

His fingers twitching as they got closer and closer to my waist. "Mr. Ackles, don't you think this has gone to far. I wouldn't wanna upset.." i was shushed by Jensen. One finger coming up to brush up agasint my lips. My attention had drawn out and began to focus on his long pointer finger. I felt my eyes cross as I looked down the bridge of my nose.

"Like I said Y/n, it's Jensen. Frankly, I don't give a shit what Mrs. Ackles thinks. Unless you care about whatever boy toy you've got waiting for you at home? If you have any boy toy waiting for you at all." Jensen said. "No I don't have anyone waiting for me at home," I said quietly. Thinking and reminding myself just lonely I indeed was. this job was everything that I had. It was the most interaction I had with anyone in a while now. I didn't have a shit ton of girlfriends, so there wasn't much of leaving the house and getting shit-faced drunk before rushing back home for work on Monday morning. I didn't have a boyfriend that was excepting me back home after my work day ended. I didn't even have an animal that I took care of.

Mr. Ackles was my life in an odd and obsessive way.

"Y/n come back to my baby. I know you must feel lonely, and I can fix that for you." He said, his hand turning and cupping my cheek. "But you've got to keep it our little secret." He said eyes big, not willing to open up to anyone or anything. This was the closest we had to trusting each other.

"Okay," I said. It was simple. Saying it was simple, but what happening was far from simple. It was what you read in fantasy novels or romance novels. "Good," he said before he was leaning in,. I melted as he got closer to my touch. Excitement was running through my bones, and I breathed in one last time before his lips were on mine.

I had expected something different. With Jensen's rough exterior, I was expecting the same as how he would kiss or touch me. Everything led to something new that I was discovering. His lips were plump and soft when they came in contact with mine. He was cradling my cheek, there wasn't an ounce of pressure behind any movement he made.

There was no tongue that came busting into my mouth. Nothing forced, as Jensen's lips came lifting off my mine. "Now, that wasn't too bad was it?" he asked me. There was a twinge in his eyes, something had shifted in him as he kissed me. I could feel just how hot my face was. Just how much the blush had covered over my face.

"Aren't you just a cutie?" Jensen teased as he left my immediate space. I shook my head, "Mr. Ackles..." I tried to say but was stopped by a strong arched brown looking back at me. "It's Jensen dearie." He said but urged me to continue. "Jensen are you gonna touch me soon?" I asked, my words of course are timid, but enough to make him laugh.

A heavy, deep laugh from the bottom of his stomach. "Are you getting a little frustrated with how sweet I'm being with you?" He questioned me. "Hmm" Humming, I took a deep breath, and leaned into him. Kissing him deeply, all while I let my finger roam around him.

Undoing the buttons of his collared shirt, my hands glided over the white tank top covering his warm skin. "Can you take this off?" I asked innocently. "Of course anything for you." He said leaning back and stripping from the collared shirt and the tank top. Warm-toned skin came into view. Abs that weren't super toned were definitely there to be seen. I let my hands do whatever they wanted to do. Grazing over his skin down to meet the ridge of his dress slacks. Playing ever so slightly with the belt that held them nicely on his hips.

"No, not yet dearie." He said swatting my hands away from his belt. "You already got something, now why don't we make it fair and you lose some more clothing." He commented. I bit my lip and blinked a few times before reaching for my blouse. "Do you want the pleasure?" I asked him dragging the motion out. He didn't think too hard and for too long. His fingers took over control of my blouse. Undoing all of the buttons until the only thing that was left was my bralette. A dark purple that hung nicely to my skin tone.

"Purple? A very naughty color for you to be wearing to work don't you think?" Jensen said as he cupped my breasts in his hands. "I would have never thought about this when I hired you." I shivered at the thought as he continued to play with my breasts through the thin purple lace. "Whatever you say, Jensen." I huffed out. The teasing of his fingers and hands. Warm flesh against warm flesh was wonderful.

"I have all sorts of things planned for your sweet thing," Jensen said before letting his face fall into the valley of my breasts. His lips and mouth teased, licking, and sucking at my skin. My hand came into his hair, a slight pull and tug here and there as I couldn't help but moan at each of his teasing licks.

"What am I going to do with you, Mr. Ackles?" I said through moans of pure enjoyment. Jensen lifted his head, looking up at me through thick lashes. "You aren't sure what you're going to do with me, but I know what I'm going to do with you," Ackles said. Leaning up to kiss me softly.

Completed on: 01/25/2023

Posted on: 01/26/2023

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Curvy!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Bullying, body shaming, growing confidence, supportive Winchester, fluff.

Summary: Getting picked on by a bystander of a monster. Dean helps you realize you don't need anyone else's opinion.

WC-1.8k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is for @winchestersbitch-dm I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request.

Main Master List // Request Master List // Dean W. Master List

"Come, Dean, do I have to go with you on this damn interview," I said as we both stood in the motel's small kitchen. "Yeah, I need your back up Y/n. You have to come with me, Sams going to the morgue to check out the body. I can't be going to the old lady's house. I'll get checked out." Dean fusses.

I roll my eyes and give up on fighting with Dean. My body wasn't the best or really anything good. I went through my duffel and grabbed the only clean and folded clothes in the bag. It was the FBI suit I wore when going to interview people.

But recently people have started to judge me. With their eyes and how to speak to me. "Oh sweetie, I can help with your umm. your issue." One lady said to me only a few hunts ago, and a time before that, a stupid jock was staring at me and Dean as we pretended to be together. He came up to Dean and asked him "Dude did you even check her out before you started sucking her face." and then just walked off. It was starting to get to me and this damn FBI suit wasn't helping either.

I looked at myself in the shitty motel's bathroom mirror. I could see every disgraceful stretch mark and every horrible piece of flapping fat that hung in the wrong places. I hated the way I looked, and I hated the way I felt when I looked at my body. I was disgusting and maybe everyone I had met was right.

"You just need to work harder and get healthier." That's what they all said.

I got undressed and wiggled the tights on, and then that pencil black skirt. It squeezed my hips and thighs together, and no matter what I always got a damn rash between my thighs. Next the shirt. That also gave me trouble. It was either always crinkled, or never loose enough. Half the time it was both. I slipped it over my arms and over my head. When the shirt fell it was ugly, and I was ugly in this outfit.

I shook it off as best I could. Bare a good face, a happy good face. "You almost done in their shortcake?" Dean complains. I look at myself before digging through my makeup bag. Just grab your mascara, and walk out. "yeah I'm coming De." I yelled.

I pocketed the makeup and opened the bathroom door. Dean was standing there looking at me. "You look good, now let's go." He said rushing us out of the door. I rolled my eyes once again.

The drive to the interview or questioning was quiet. Dean didn't play his music and every time I'd look over at him he was already looking at me. "Dean you got something to say." I questioned, "Nope... No. I don't have anything to say just wanna get some info so I go hunt this damn monster." He said.

The rev of the engine was cut short when Dean put the car in park. He was quick to get out of the impala and make his way towards the door of the old lady. I sat for a moment before gathering the last bit of courage I had. I opened the door and took a steady first step with the kitten heels.

I walked fast to keep up pace with Dean's long legs. He was buttoning up the last button on his jacket. Before knocking on the door of the older lady. It wasn't long before we stood and waited for her. She came to the door.

"We're from the FBI, we have a few questions," Dean said to the older lady. "My name is Agent Amber, and my partner is Agent Clint," Dean said pointing toward me. Her eyes grazed over me, my body and she shook her head. She went back to look at Dean.

"Come in." She says sweetly to him. I followed behind him, but I can feel the dirty look she was giving me. "Ma'am we just have a few questions regarding what you told the police about the murder you saw across the street," Dean says. "Yeah, I told the police all I knew. My neighbors were just the sweetest people. Always walking, going out for runs." The older lady says her eyes casting over to me.

"Well we have just a few questions," I said, trying maybe to force this along a little further. "Well ask them, I have very important things to do." She answered. Dean looked over at me slyly. I kept my face expressionless.

"Ma'am please just answer the questions," Dean says. "Yes of course. Well, that night I saw some weird glowing, and lots of noises coming from that house." The older lady said looking past the two of us and into the window.

"Have you felt any cold spots, Ma'am?" I asked, still watching her from the window. "Cold spots? What the hell are you even asking?" She answered. I swallowed the disrespect.

Letting Dean asks the next question. "My partner here just wants to know if anything has seemed out of the norm that night," Dean said. "Oh, well your partner should have just said that instead of asking crazy questions. Besides the odd glowing coming from their house over there. "

The older lady turned out to be just a dead end. She was harsh and her words cut deep regardless if she was talking with Dean or me. We left her house with my tail between my legs. I was annoyed, and so many more things that counted all towards my weight and how I looked in the eyes of the people.

The ride back was a quiet one, and Dean had that pondering look on his face. The one that said he was going to figure out what the fuck was going on. When we made it back to the motel Sam was back. The light on in the motel was on, and you could hear the sound of the tv playing from outside the door.

When we walked in Sam was deep in his books, and laptop trying desperately to figure out what was going on in this far-off distance town. "Did you guys find anything useful, 'cause I found shit?" He said. "No, the lady was fucking rude as shit. I think she was just rambling off to Y/n, and I." Dean answered

I plopped down onto one of the beds. My feet hurt from the small heels, and my thighs were burning. Everything felt uncomfortable. Everything felt wrong.

I felt the bed drip, and there were Dean's shoes. We sat together our shoulders touching. "Hey." He said softly,. "Hey Dean." I answered. "You doing okay?" Dean asked. I brought my gaze over to Dean's face, up to those green piercing eyes. "What do you think, Dean?" I asked. Answering a question with another question is a great defense against anybody without the last name of Winchester.

"I'd say you aren't doing okay at all. I'd say you haven't been doing well for a long time Y/n. I'd even beg to differ that you're going through it mentally." Dean said. "You think Dean?" I said, fumbling with my fingers. My hands were sweaty and everything was getting hot. These damn clothes were killing me. Suffocating me.

The silence between us was deafening. So I took the out I had and went to get up. Sam was still enthralled in his books and web searching that he didn't notice his older brother reach and grab for my wrist as I tried desperately to get away from the conversation and Dean's grip on my wrist.

I wiggled my wrist away from Dean's grasp. "Y/n, I know what you're trying to do." He said to me. The expression on my face was unexplainable. A mixture of confusion and being seen. Maybe being seen for the first time in my entire life.

You see I had always had issues with my body, and well everything. I'd never spoken about it, towards anybody. The boys were at the top of that list. They didn't need my trauma and bullshit from my past. We had a job that couldn't be interfered with by what I thought were silly excuses.

"You don't have a clue what I'm doing, Dean," I said back my voice hurt, and feeling small. We stared at each other for a moment. The way Dean was looking at me made me feel like maybe I was just overreacting.

"Y/n, come back and sit down. Talk to me." Dean said sincerely. The clothes were bothering me, but his outreached hand Deans was tempting me even more than the itch of the black pencil skirt.

"Okay, Dean," I said giving in.

"I heard the way that older lady was talking to you earlier today. Is that what's put you into this mood?" Dean asked. I shook my head. 'It's a mixture, Dean. I've always looked like this." I said looking down at my bulging thighs as they pushed the fabric of the skirt more than it could take.

"Look like what?" Dean questioned not seeing where I was going. "Like an ugly fat mess. One who doesn't understand anything. Like that old lady said." I rambled off still looking at my pudgy thighs and stomach that I could feel and see through the shirt.

"Y/n, you honestly think that you're an ugly fat mess?" He questioned me. I shook my head. "God Y/n, you don't even see it, do you? You catch people's eyes because you are just you, you're comfortable in your body out in the real world." Dean said pointing out towards the motel's door.

Iv gave him a confused look. "Y/n, sweetheart. You're a beautiful human being. I won't sit here and say that I understand at all how you feel, but I'm here to tell you that you have to ignore the old ladies that we saw today. She's old and thinks it's her right to be rude to anyone who doesn't fit her thinking. Ignore people like that, Y/n. You're amazing and honestly, I'm sorry that I didn't say something sooner."

Dean said his words sinking into my mind. Was he right?

"Ignore those old fogeys?" I questioned Dean. He laughed but shook his head. "Yeah ignore the old fogeys. Ignore old people in general actually" Dean said correcting himself. I thought to myself as we sat there. It had been an easy conversation, a smooth and rather clear one. One that made sense even in all the confusing feelings that I still felt towards myself. Tomorrow's goal was to ignore the fogeys and love me, myself, and I.

Posted on: 09/04/22

Completed: 09/04/22

Like y/n is a daughter figure for Dean and after him and Sam discussion with Mary because she was working with the Brits, y/n is trying to cheer him up with movies he likes. Dean in the beginning is kinda " yeah I'm not in the mood", but after see what she is doing he join in the thing.

Pairing: Jensen A. x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, SFW, Cuteness.

Summary: When Jensen gets back from a long convention all the reader wants to do is play with his long hair.

WC: 590

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is for @anon, hope you enjoy. Also no disrespect to Danneel and Jensen I love them, but for this fiction they aren't together.

Main Master List // Jensen A. Master List // Request Master List

Jensen had already been away for so long now. He'd left during the start of winter here in Vancouver. Starting getting ready to film his new star show. "The Boys" is something that honestly both of us were scared of at first.

But eventually, everything fell right back into place. No longer the big hotshot in his own tv show. Jensen took the back seat enjoying the fact that he didn't really have to do much of anything. Besides, call me every night, and grow his hair out. Something that I'd never seen. Besides photos, his mother was more than welcome to share them with me. His hair grew so long that it was starting to become a new thing that fans were falling in love with.

Honestly, I could see why. It framed his face better and made him look even more handsome. every night we'd chat until I fell asleep I missed him dearly. Every night I dreamed of just him being home and in my arms again and my hands dragging through that beautiful dirty blonde hair.

My surprise came home to me last night. A large boutique of flowers. A handwritten note from him.

"I'll be home soon enough my dear, I can't wait to be there. XOXO." A simple note as ever he made words as simple as those become much more than they ever meant.

I sat down the note and fruit basket along with the flower meant Jensen wasn't too far from home. I clicked through the tv, selecting a cheesy romantic comedy to fall asleep to. I let the plotline and crappy lines take me away and into my dreams.

Where all I imagined was the love of life in my arms that pine wood scent in the air. The warm after-effect he left when he'd get up to get something from the kitchen.

It was always like magic when I'd dream about Jensen and I'd wake to kisses from him, or his hands detangling my messy bedhead. I awake to the man I loved kneeling in front of me. A heartwarming smile I was greeted with sent butterflies into my stomach.

"Hellow sweetheart." He said to me with a kiss on my forehead. "Baby, you're home!" I said excitedly. "Your hair!" That was my next comment. He laughed softly.

Grabbing the blanket on the edge of the couch. He laid down, his head falling into my lap. "I missed you Y/n," Jensen said as he softly hummed. I smiled down at him, his fluttering eyes, and long eyelashes. "Would you run your fingers through my hair?" He asked.

My smile widen and I couldn't help but fall more in love with him. His child-like features beaming through. Freckles that burnt through his skin. "Of course baby," I said. Guiding my hand past his jaw, up to his cheek, and into his hairline.

Silk was what his hair felt like. Perfection in all the best ways. He sighed in delight. The small wrinkle lines on his forehead released and his rheumatic breathing came forth. He fell asleep as I guided my fingers through his hair over and over again. Not bothered by the silence of our apartment. Or by the heat that was radiating off the both of us.

I just lived in the moment, and for once it was all worth it. Worth it just to have my Jensen in my arms, just to be able to do the simplest thing for him by just gliding my fingers through his hair.

Posted on: 04/14/2022

Completed on: 04/10/2022

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