and remembered the one of jensen

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Audrey Jensen + weapons

Can we stop everything for a minute and talk about Jared’s and Jensen’s acting? Sure we can.

There’s no such thing as a surprise when it comes to them being able to make me cry with a simple look and make me crack laughing with a simple move but anyways I still find their acting mesmerizing. 

Let’s start with Jensen, because he got me crying all over this scene. I couldn’t help it. (I cry a lot with SPN because of him)

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He made me feel every bit of desperation he was feeling. How you can’t remember something so simple, so yours, something that in any normal situation you could say it like you can sing your favorite song. But there’s any of that and he just makes you feel it, he doesn’t even has to say it, it’s there in his eyes; how lost he feels.

And all I have to say is: Jensen, you’re definitely one of the best actors I’ve seen and it’s amazingly beautiful the way in which you can get to people’s feelings with your expressions.

That said, now Jared. (I cry a lot with SPN because of this bitch, too

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I’ve been all emotional because of Sam in countless times, Jared gives such expression to Sam that you can’t help yourself.

I was as worried as Sam at this moment and even though I saw Dean’s words as a joke I was totally lost and trying to keep calm but no can do, this is Supernatural we’re talking about. Sam’s expressions here say so much, him shaking his head, him looking away, the little smile he makes, the sigh of relief, the way his eyes look watery. He was going to loose it if the counterspell didn’t work. It’s seen that he can’t lose Dean, not like that, not again. He goes with “not funny” but you gotta see it in his face, you gotta hear it in his voice. Is such a strong feeling kinda like he was making me feel it.

Jared, you’re freaking gold and you never fail to amaze me, you never fail to make me feel every single thing Sam feels. 

Honestly, I’ve gotta thank the world for having such great actors as Jared and Jensen to play the characters I love the most because clearly without them I wouldn’t have fallen in love with the Winchesters. Thanks for,  and to, Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. 

Highlights of Regarding Dean
  • Dean and the bunny (#GiveDeanWinchesterABunny2K17)
  • “And B, I can still kick your ass” (always love brothers being brothers)
  • Jensen’s acting
  • Dean not remembering what key is the Impala’s one (tbh it broke my heart a little a lot)
  • Dean naming all the things in the room to prove that he’s alright
  • “This is a…light stick”
  • Dean trying to read lips
  • “I know how to shoot a gun?!”
  • “We kinda sound like heroes to me.”
  • (just think a little about the implication of this sentence and you’ll cry)
  • Dean commenting on Rowena’s hair
  • Basically Dean being so damn adorable
  • Sam putting notes on EVERYTHING
  • Mr. Ackles’s acting
  • Jared’s acting too (because everything this man can say with his eyes wow)
  • Sam caring and worrying so much
  • The BM scene in the bathroom
  • Sam almost crying because he can’t bear to see his brother losing everything he is
  • The mirror scene
  • The mirror scene
  • The mirror scene
  • JENSEN
  • Dean calling Sam’s name because he hears him being hurt even though he has forgotten his own name  
  • The notes “OPEN ME” and “NO!” on the grenade launcher and “THIS GUN!”
  • Dean holding the “witch killing bullets” note with one hand and his gun with the other (if you pause at this moment he’s so freaking sexy)
  • Sam pointing to himself and saying “brother” and then to the witch and saying “witch”
  • Jared’s acting 
  • “It was us, it was we do, you know; all of it.”
  • Jensen Ross Ackles


That, right there, was my good old Supernatural. 

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Imagine Sam and Dean saving a little girl from her abusive father

Word count: 676

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of abuse

Request by: @spnfamilymeeting

A/N: Requests for fanfictions are still open, if you want to request a one shot please can you send me a question and not through my messages, it makes it easier for me to remember which fanfictions still need to be written. Thanks! Also, sorry this isn’t that good, oops! x

You struggled trying to wiggle your way out of his grip but it only tightened on your arm, leaving behind red marks on your arm. You let out a loud scream as he smacked a hand across your face adding another bruise to your already bruised body.

“Shut up bitch,” he cursed as he began to drag you painfully into his bedroom, you cried silently as tears ran down your cheeks.
All of a sudden, a loud knock filled the room causing your father’s head to snap upwards.

He pushed you down onto the couch, snapping you a look you knew too well, the look that told you to stay quiet or else you would be punished.
A small whimper escaped your mouth as he opened the door replacing his scowl with a sickly fake smile. 

You turned around looking at the door, your head peeking from behind the couch. The door revealed two smartly dressed men holding up some sort of badge, you had seen people dressed like this on TV and you knew that they helped people. Maybe they could help me.

The two men sat down on the couch opposite you and your father as they began to ask him questions. A few moments into the conversation, the tall man with long brown hair began to look at you with concern. He ducked his head down slightly narrowing his eyes as he took in your bruised face and arms.
He leaned over and whispered something to his partner’s ears causing both of their eyes to roam over your body making you shift uncomfortably.

“Mr. Y/LN, may you show me the pictures you found,” one of the agents asked.

“Sure, be good for Agent Scully honey,” your dad said patting you roughly on the head, what would have been a nice gesture to anyone else, you knew to be a warning, its seemed to be that the agent noticed the roughness of the touch too.
Once your father had left the room, the man ducked down so that he was eye level with you before speaking.

“My name is Sam Winchester, the man in there with your father is my brother Dean. Y/N, do you mind telling me how you got these bruises?” he pointed to your arms, his voice was soft and laced with concern, something you had not heard in a while.

Shyly, you shook your head which just confirmed Sam’s suspicions of where the bruises truly came from but he needed to hear you say it before he could take you away from the man.

“I-I, he told me not to,” you stuttered out.

“Who?”

“My dad.”

Even though Sam knew, his heart sunk when you said that, somewhere deep down he didn’t want to believe it was true, that this poor innocent child was being abused. Anger filled his body but he didn’t let it show, he didn’t want to frighten you anymore than you already were.

“Y/N, I promise you that I will get you safely out of here, you just need to stay behind me okay?”

You nodded completely trusting the man.

Once Dean and your father came back into the room, you cowered further behind Sam remembering what he had said and that you would be safe, all you needed was to not be afraid.

Dean nodded and shot a knowing glance towards Sam when he saw you behind him, they must have been whispering about you earlier.

“Mr. Y/LN, we’re taking Y/N back to the station with us as she appears to be in danger here,” Sam spoke sternly.

“You little bitch, whatever she said she fucking lied to you,” your father tried to lunge for you behind Sam but with a quick punch to the face from Dean, he was unconscious on the floor.

“Come on Y/N, everything’s going to be okay now,” Sam reached down grabbing your hand to pull you out of the door and you smiled as for the first time in a while you truly believed that everything would be fine.

Perfect Masterlist

You and Jensen have been friends for as long as you both can remember. You have stuck together through thick and thin, good times and bad; everything. What happens when Jensen accidentally blurts out that he has a girlfriend when he doesn’t? How will your friendship be effected when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend?

Part 1: The Pinky Promise

Part 2: The Backlash

Part 3: Coming Soon

Toxic Love

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

When you woke up the next morning everything felt wrong.

The light from the window wasn’t heating up the right spot, your head was pounding with the after effects of alcohol and even the bed sheets smelt different.

And that’s when you remembered.

Jensen.

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My Always and Forever

This is my entry for @iwantthedean YouAU challenge.

Characters: RPF Jensen Ackles, Me (Joy), Mentions of the Ackles, Padaleckis, and a few others. Can be read as a reader insert as it is 1st POV

Words: 3105

Warnings: Fluff and angst

A/N: Please remember this is fiction.  No harm was meant to anyone.  This is just where my pen lead me.   Feedback always appreciated.

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Jensen Ackles is my best friend.


When I was born in Dallas, Texas on March 2, 1978, my crib mate had already been chosen for me.  My mother and Donna Ackles were best friends and coincidentally, next door neighbors.


Being one day older, Jensen, “J”, had declared long ago that he was the boss.  Our mothers always said the competition between us started the day I was born.  He walked first.  I spoke first, “J” being my first word.  From there we tried to outdo each other in everything.  Who could climb higher, run faster, be better.  We pushed each other to be our best.

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Burcon 2016 - Jensen -  Mr. Warm and Comfy

He is literally so warm and so comfortable to hug. Hands down one of the most fitting and comfortable people I’ve probably ever hugged. That is the best way I can think of to describe him. He is perfection. Which we knew of course ;) And maybe it was because of the flannel he was wearing that morning (he had on a different shirt during autos) which was soft, but he smelled warm and comfy too (I remembered to see if the ‘musk’ was real!!) 


No special story behind this. Just saying the good ol ‘hey, hi’. I had some nerves going since my fun candy hadn’t 100% kicked in yet, but also my Jared Meet n Greet pretty soon after, and no special idea for this, so it was quick, and I have no regrets in my decision. So after pleasantries it was set I was gonna ask for a hug, and there it is :D


The ‘Musk”


My first thought about said musk was ‘The holidays. Christmas.’ That warm fuzzy feeling you get during that time of year; a little spice, a little hint of citrus, woodsy, but subtle. It was very pleasant and very fitting to him I thought. Like he smelled like his personality, which is weird to say, but it makes sense when you experience it: warm, friendly, comfy, inviting; it just fits. Jareds is the same; like sweet fresh baked cookies in the spring in a forest in the sunshine.


I did not get the pleasure of hugging Mr. P that weekend so I can’t report which J is better from my stand point sadly, but Jensen… that’s really hard to beat. You have your work cut out for you after that. Mr. Warm and Comfy<3 

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The story behind this photo op is actually pretty funny so have a seat kids. So on Saturday during Misha’s panel (guy with the denim jacket), he was struggling with Twitter and I offered to help him and he accepted my offer. Later on at his autographs, I asked him if he recognized me and he stared at me for a good 5 seconds trying to remember who I was. So I said while lifting up my phone “Twitterrr..???” And he said “did I meet you on Twitter?” And I jokingly said “wow I am sooo offended” but then I explained that I helped him with his tweet about chocolates. He recognized me and I said “that’s okay I still love you” and I blew him a kiss. As I was leaving, he said “I miss you already!” Then Sunday came around and I had my Jensen/Misha duo and I had no clue what to do. One of my friends jokingly suggested that I should have Jensen fight Misha for me because he didn’t remember me and I did that. I love Misha to death and this photo op was just a fun one. This weekend was absolutely amazing and I can’t wait till next year 💗

Masterlist!

ONE SHOTS:

Dean Winchester:

Sam Winchester:

Castiel:

 Gabriel:

IMAGINES:

Dean Winchester:

Sam Winchester:

Castiel:

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 5: Complications

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1400 Words

Chapter Summary: it’s the first day on set, and your first time dealing with Jensen in the makeup trailer.

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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As soon as Jensen had walked into your small, crowded trailer that you now shared with Jeannie, you were frozen to your spot, waiting for him to recognize you. Waiting for him not to recognize you. After all, it had been one chance meeting in the hallway, and he was a busy and popular guy. Why would he notice and remember someone like you?

But soon his eyes turned your way, eyes that were even more of a deep forest green than when you had last gazed at him. You watched as they narrowed as he stared at you, then widened with recognition. “You” You had heard him say, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. His coworker, Jared, had crowded in behind him, pushing him farther into the trailer, making the space seem extremely closed in.

You watched as Jared’s head moved from you and Jensen, confused. You weren’t sure exactly what was said, what you were able to spit out, because you were too busy staring Jensen’s way. You were taking in the way his faded black jeans hung low on his hips, but tight at the same time, accentuating his strangely appealing bow legs. Or the way his red and plaid shirt highlighted his strong and wide shoulders. He was a handsome man, and it was easy to see he was comfortable in his own body.

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So ive been shipping Destiel about as long as long as ive been watching supernatural. But the more I think about it the more im like

HOW DID I GET HERE.

Seriously. I cant remember the first time I shipped it. Did I just wake up one morning like

TODAY I THINK I SHALL SHIP THE GAY ANGEL MAN AND THE PARTIALLY BISEXUAL HUNTER PRINCESS.

These so called “fans” are literally slut shaming Jensen now. You remember those pictures of young!Jensen from that cowboy shoot? Yeah, those ones. I’m not even going to elaborate what they are saying in relation to those pics, I’m sure you can imagine for yourself.

This is just too low, like, even for them.  

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Imagine bumping into Dean when he’s in town for a case

From the minute Sam had mentioned they were going to your home town to follow a case Dean had felt a buzz of excitement.

To his brother, Dean had played you off as another one of his flings, a girl he’d slept with a few times whose name he wouldn’t remember in a couple of weeks. But in the back of his mind Dean simple couldn’t forget the nights he’d spent tangled up in your bed sheets, your body wrapped around his, the way your lips taste or even the smell of you shampoo that lingered in your hair.

Which was why he was currently sitting in the diner where the two of you had first met, his hopes rising and falling with every person that walked in that wasn’t you.

He was about to give up and leave telling himself he’d been stupid when you caught his eye, same big Y/E/C eyes and bright smile that had his heart beating faster all those year ago.

“Y/N?” His heart was hammering in his chest, palms sweaty with anticipation. No other woman had ever had this kind of affect on him before.

“Dean Winchester?” Your eyes widened in shook but your smile grew even bigger at the sight of him. “It’s been a while.”


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The Simple Things Aren’t Always So Simple - Part 3 - Show Me

Word Count:  2554

Warnings: Smut, pretty much pure smut, cheating, unprotected sex (please be smart), language, Daddy!kink, praise!kink

A/N: I, in no way, condone cheating on your spouse or partner. This fic is the result of a dream my friend @spntrista had one glorious night. Remember, this is strictly a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. We mean no disrespect to Jensen or his beautiful family. 

(images are not mine but thank you google)

The Simple Things Aren’t Always So Simple Masterlist



“Jensen? What time is it?” I asked, my face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

Jensen laid me gently on my bed, opening my robe, exposing my scantily clad body to him.  “It is time for you to forget. Forget thinking that you aren’t what I want or what I need. I can’t wait until tomorrow. Our time starts now.”

Jensen stood above me, devouring my body with his eyes. He slowly undid his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Each inch of skin he revealed to me made my heart skip a beat. I pulled myself to kneel in front of him. I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, pushing the shirt from him as I went. I trailed light kisses over his jaw and face as my hands traveled over his skin, creamy, freckled and soft. My tongue sought out the taste of him; a nip here, a flick there, I left a trail over his chest and stomach as I inched closer to where I wanted to be.

I lifted my eyes to look at him. He was watching me intently, his breath heavy. I reached lower in an attempt to release him from his trousers. He grabbed my wrists, halting my movements.

“No, Y/N. Remember what you said to me this morning? That you weren’t what I wanted or needed right now. And I made a oath to you that I was going to show you. Now let me. Be a good girl and lay down.” Jensen commanded.

Before I could even think about it, the words rolled off my tongue. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jensen voice rumbled low in his chest, reverberating off the walls and straight to my core. “Do you know what that does to me?” Jensen asked as he removed his pants.

“No, but I am hoping you will show me. I promise to be good for you, Daddy.” I vowed, teasing slightly, as I remembered his reaction from earlier in the evening.

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