NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL - I LOVE HER THIS IS FICTION. ASSUME SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE.
You all but ran off stage to the green room with Misha right behind you. You tried to kick him as he passed you. Pretending to be you, giggling like a schoolgirl and skipping, making fun of your excitement to see your husband again.
“Shut up Mish!” You laughed hitting his shoulder with your fist. “I haven’t seen him since last weekend dude.”
“Oh an entire week. How did you get through it,” Mark appeared, his voice laced with sarcasm making you pull a face of him as he joined you in your path towards the Green Room.
“How long have you been married for again? 4-5 years?” Misha smirked besides you making you pull a face at him.
“Almost 6,” you replied before making a dramatic sigh when the two men started laughing out loud. You put on your pretend angry face, but you knew they saw right through you. Your excitement were not easy to hide after all, since your husband was only a door away from you now.
“You know what! You two suck!” You pouted when they continued laughing at you. You pushed the door to the green room open and all annoyance instantly left your body with the sight of your husband. He was standing with his back against you talking to Rob, Rich and Jared.
So here’s the full J2 photo op I shared with my friend. We had a reference photo for this one, but it was still funny to figure out which hand goes where, once we went into the pose ^-^
I think everything and everyone in this photo is absolutely lovely and there should be a big print with “LOVE” over it <3 <3 <3
edit: I forgot to add, the moment goes by so fast and I didn’t really have time to look at Jared at all during this photo op, but Jared surprised me by grabbing my arm when we tried to leave only to wink at me with an impish smile that made me want hug him right there <3
If you want to use/edit anything, please let me know and credit me. Thank you!
Prompt #27: “You couldn’t let me be content just hating you, you had to make me love you”
Warning: Possible swearing, hint of self-doubt, allusion to past injuries, asshole!Sam and an actual sort of caring Dean!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters. I also do not own any gifs, images, jokes or songs either.
Summary: Reader has always felt left out where Sam was involved. Without knowing it Sam has been an asshole to you and you try to hate him but it doesn’t quite work out so well. Especially when the floppy haired man had cheesecake, your weakness.
Requested: Yes. @poukothenerd
A/N I’m going to straight out say this. This blog has restrictions that will be posted in our description and we will send a post out further about this. Thank you for supporting Ash and I!
You had a problem with Sam, he didn’t consciously know that he was hurting you but he still was. You would ask if Dean could help you on something and Sam would make a comment on how he was needed to do research. That’s how you pulled a muscle and kept silent about it.
The Winchesters had taken you in to live in the Bunker with you due to the lack of income you had and Dean grew you see you like he had seen Charlie. He talked to you and helped as much as he could but it was hard when Sam wanted things done quick. It meant they weren’t around to help you much.
You were being to think that Sam didn’t want you here so you withdrew into yourself, actually buying a mini fridge when they were out. You had managed to get one of the biggest rooms and used it to your advantage, you had a cupboard of dishes with a microwave and min fridge. It meant you didn’t want to go near the boys rooms on the way to the kitchen.
A month or so passed before hunting died down a little so the boys were home more often. In the span of a week they could count on one hand on how many times they had seen you. It was beginning to worry Dean and Sam was noticing too.
“Is she home?” Dean questioned concerned. Sam rolled his shoulders.
“You know her.”
Meanwhile in your room you went over how you felt about the younger Winchester. You had grown to hate him to be honest and you were okay with that. It didn’t bother you that he hadn’t looked at you since you had moved in. You grew accustomed and actually enjoyed it more.
You heard the knock on the door before it opened revealing bright green eyes.
“Y/N? Where’ve you been?” Dean questioned walking into the room.
“Here.” You smiled leaning back on the couch you had in your room. You were watching a movie on it.
“But you haven’t been in th…What’s that?” Dean trailed off noticing your makeshift kitchen, Have you been hiding from us?”
“Pfft…no.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m been busy so when I get home I collapse in her and I’m too lazy to go to the kitchen.
“Uh huh.” Dean raised one eyebrow, “I call bullshit. Come on, you’re eating with Sam and I.”
You protested but it fell on deaf ears as he practically dragged you out of the room and into the kitchen. Sam was at the stove where a few cans of soup were sitting, he glanced back to see you. He furrowed his eyebrows having not heard the bunker door open; he noticed you avoided looking at him.
“Watching a movie.” Dean interrupted pointing his finger at you, “I know you.”
“Where’ve you been Y/N?” Sam asked but all he got was a scoff and glare. He shifted not knowing why you were doing that. He had never been mean or rude to you during the time he had known you.
“Dean, I really have work to do.” You lied to her friend. He chuckled, “I have to go get some stuff okay?”
“Oh we need some stuff too!” Sam exclaimed. You rolled your eyes before slamming a cupboard open as you grabbed a glass. You went to the water machine to get some before you drank it fast.
“I have to go now, you’re cooking.” You waved your hand off as you opened a thinner cabinet where multiple car keys hung. You grabbed the ones for the truck you liked best, “Dean can come with me.”
“Nah. I got it.” Dean waved his hand off before grabbing the ladle from Sam, “It’s Sam’s turn for a supply run anyway.”
Your groaned before grabbing your jacket from the back and chair was pushing her arms into the sleeves. Without a look you stormed out to the garage with Sam following you. You hated this so much but you couldn’t go back on your word. “Can we listen to music?” Sam asked reaching for the radio flipping it on he found a good channel. You tensed because it was your preferred station and there was no way Dean or Sam knew. Dean only played his music and you always played your music with headphones in.
“How do you know I like this channel.” You stiffly asked.
“I didn’t. It’s one of my favourites because it’s not mullet rock.” Sam grinned over at you. His bright smile chipped at your ice heart, “There’s only so much of Dean’s music that I can take.”
“I know what you mean.” You grumbled wishing the ride was over already. 〰️〰️〰️
Sam could feel the awkwardness coming from the drivers seat where you were sitting but he couldn’t figure out just why you were so awkward with him. It was beginning to make him annoyed that you were being standoffish to him. He then decided crack some joked to break the ice with you.
“Why was the baby strawberry crying?” He asked rolling his head towards you.
You rolled your eyes not even bothering to answer the man.
“His parents were in a jam.” Sam answered with a grin. You rolled your eyes once even though you had a smile on your face.
“Uh.” You sighed as town came into view.
“What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?”
You groaned despite the smile that was trying to break out on your face. You refused to let it happen but you failed when he finished the joke.
“A nervous wreck.”
You burst into laughter while looking over at him with a grin, maybe he wasn’t so bad. You kept cracking up at the cheesy jokes he would say until you were inside the grocery store getting food both for the bunker and for your room.
“Why don’t you like me?” Sam asked as he grabbed some of his favourite vegetables. You sighed picking out a good batch of strawberries.
You were about to answer when you looked over to see Sam pretending to brush his hair with a banana. You lost it nearly falling on the ground at the hilarity of the situation. The entire shopping in the grocery store was filled with glares from other people as they watched you act like immature children.
You honestly believed it would change the way Sam treated you and you were excited to do more with him. Too bad you were wrong.
Within a couple days it went back to the way it had been before. He would wave you off and not offer you any help when you asked for help. You retreated back to spending more time in your room not wanting to feel unwanted in the presence of someone you had seen as a potential friend.
Another month passed before the guys were going to have a movie night and while they got everything ready Sam was concerned. Usually when popcorn was made you could smell it and would come out because you couldn’t deny popcorn. He looked at Dean but all he got was a shrug in reply.
“I don’t know man.” Dean replied, “She doesn’t come out of her room often anymore. She doesn’t really like being around you.”
“Why?” Sam questioned frowning.
“Sammy. You’re kind of an ass to her.” Dean pointed the neck of his bottle towards his younger brother. Sam’s eyebrows went up in absolute shock, “Are you stupid or blind?”
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, “I have not been an ass to her!”
“Go ask her. You’ve made snide comments about her.”
“What do I do to fix this?”
“Take a piece of her favourite dessert.” Dean shrugged, “I don’t know. You’re the girl you should know.”
The classic bitch face appeared as Sam ambled towards the fridge where the cheesecake they had bought for her sat. He carefully cut two pieces and putting some whip cream on before he made before coming to the door that separated you and him. He had went over the times he was supposedly mean to her but he couldn’t find a lot of them.
“Y/N?” Sam asked, “I’m coming in okay?”
Without a reply he managed to juggle two plated pieces of cheesecake and opened your door. You hadn’t noticed him yet but he sure as hell noticed what was in your room; a microwave on a new counter and two mini fridges labeled drinks and food. He looked to the other side of the spacious room to see you comfortably sitting on a couch with your computer open.
His heart broke at the sight of your little apartment. He thought back and saw just how bad he had treated you without even realizing. He remember when you had asked Dean for help to carry something in and Sam had made a comment on; he had managed to belittle you by harshly saying he needed Dean to help with research. The following morning he noticed you were walking oddly and had a pained expression, you couldn’t turn or bend at all.
“Shit.” Sam grumbled before you jumped noticing the open door and Sam standing there.
“What are you doing here?” You glared at him. He shifted on his feet before pushing the dessert out further.
“Cheesecake?” Sam sheepishly said before he made himself comfortable on the couch, “Dean brought into the reason why you’ve been hiding out. I had no idea I was making you upset.”
“Sure.” You sighed rolling your eyes.
“I’m serious! I’m used to having a female actually hanging around so much. It’s not typical because everything we touch is destroyed.” Sam admitted, “I wish you would have told me. I want you to know that you’re special and I am so sorry about how I’ve been acting.”
He pushed the cheesecake into your hands and your melted despite your struggle.
“I couldn’t tell you because I thought you hated me. “ You groaned, “You couldn’t let me be content just hating you, you had to make me love you. All the while you were pulling at my heartstrings.”
“Second chance?” Sam asked turning to look at you, “We’re watching a movie, would you like to watch with us?”
“I guess.” You said quietly thanking him when he helped you up.
“I promise I won’t make you feel like that again.” Sam grinned pulling you in for a hug, we can eat the cheesecake out there.”
You gave him a second chance but it did take a while before you could be in a relationship with him and you had never regretted it since.
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Okay… Let me tell you how stupid it sounds to me when people keep on telling me: “You can’t say that Sam doesn’t ship Destiel”.
First, I respect your ship, okay? But for God’s sake, Sam ships Destiel? He’s an optimistic person in this show, the most one, I suppose. He went to school because he thought things would better even when he knew monsters were out there. He chose to follow his heart, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. That’s Sam. Sam sees the light. And then he dicided to commit suicide. Don’t act like you don’t know the real reason. Yes, he did it for the world, but he also took that as an excuse to kill himself. Because he couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Dean choose someone else, someone not him, seeing Dean being with Cas, with Benny instead of him, thinking that Dean didn’t want him anymore, it hurt him, hurt him so bad that he just wanted to die. He didn’t care anymore. If he couldn’t be with Dean anymore, so why should he try to be with anyone else? So that, he tried to kill himself. And you’re still thinking he ships Dean with anyone? He will die if Dean doesn’t love him anymore, genius!
You can ship anything you want, I respect. But for once, please stop saying that Sam is your cheerleader, because he’s not. Thank you.
A/N: Tags are at the bottom!! Gif is not mine. Holy shit would you look at that?!?!?!! I fucking wrote something!!!! I think I’m gonna be coming out with another one later on tonight too!!! :D Please, please, please let me know what you guys think!!!! Feedback is greatly appreciated!!!
Jared entered the room to find an excited Jensen smiling foolishly at his cellphone as he typed something.
“Obviously… Good luck (Y/N)”
Jensen typed back with the same smile, not even noticing Jared sitting on a chair near the couch where he was lying, eyeing him with a raised brow and a playful smile.
“Okaaaay.” Jared said with a clap of his hands, making his friend jump and send him a confused look.
“What the fuck man!” Jensen said, moving into a sitting position. “For how long have you been here?”
“Just enough to see your heart eyes towards your phone.” Jared laughed while Jensen rolled his eyes. “(Y/N)?”
“Yeah…” Jensen smiled again. “She’s driving me crazy.”
“I don’t think I’ve seen you like this since forever.” Jared said happily. “And you haven’t even gone out together yet. By the way… Why haven’t you asked her out?”
“I have. But she’s in England.” Jensen answered with a shrug. “She had to sort some things out with the Sherlock production and…” They were interrupted by Gen and little Tom entering the room.
“Uncle Jensen!” Tom yelled, running to Jensen’s arms.
“Hey, little guy!”
“Don’t I get a hello too?” Jared said pretending to be mad, and Tom immediately went from Jensen’s to his father’s arms.
“Tom, why don’t you go put your things in your room so we can start the cake?” Gen asked her son, who nodded and disappeared inside the house. Gen sat at Jared’s lap, kissing his lips slightly before hugging Jensen.
“Where’s Shep?” Jensen asked, missing the little one.
“My sister has him today.” Jared explaind and Jensen nodded with an “Aaah”.
“So, what were you two boys talking about?” Gen asked when she saw Jared’s smile, and Jensen rolled his eyes.
“About Jen(Y/N).” Jared laughed as he said the name of the ship.
“Aww, I ship you guys so much!” Gen said cheerfully, making Jensen laugh.
“Yeeeah, right. She’s just excited because you’re dating, and Gen’s like, her number one fan.” Jared said, making Gen open her mouth in indignation and slap his shoulder.
“C'mon, Gen! We all know it’s true.” Jensen laughed, earning a pillow to the face, though it didn’t make him stop. “I even saw the two of you at the PCA.” Gen’s cheeks went red, and Jared laughed wholeheartedly.
“Did you stalk the girl that much, Jensen? Honestly, I expected more from you.” Gen offered back, and Jensen’s cheeks went red as the couple laughed.
“I didn’t stalk her, okay? I was just looking for the pictures at the event and found one of you two.” He explained, but before anyone could go on with the conversation, Tom barged into the room ready to make his cake.
“Well, I’ll be going then.” Jensen said as he stood and waved at everyone. Before he left, his phone buzzed with another message from (Y/N):
“Good news! In two days I’ll be back in America :)”
Jared rolled his eyes at Jensen’s smiles towards his phone, and watched as his friend walked towards the exit, closing the door of the Padalecki’s.
You were lying on your bed with only the lingerie you’d be wearing tonight, watching whatever was on the TV while playing with your phone, in the exact same position from when you first arrived at America the day before.
You were exhausted when you arrived. After the Comic Con and the PCA, the Sherlock cast was set to do a convention in London, which took four days. Besides the dinner Benedict had at his house after the event. It was all wonderful, but extremely tiring.
Louise had agreed to come to America with you, but when she found out you’d be going out with Jensen she soon made up an excuse not to co,e and leave you with an empty house to do whatever you want with the empty house. As if something would happen, though you really wished it would.
You and Jensen had been talking for days and he’d asked where you wanted to go. You just told him to take you somewhere you could enjoy the evening without any interruptions from any fans, and he immediately told you he already had a place in mind. But he refused to tell you where.
You texted him your address and he said he’d pick you up at nine. It was already seven and you had no idea what to wear, after all you didn’t even know where you were going!
After a while talking to Louise, you chose a simple, loose black dress that tied around the waist. It wasn’t much, but if you happened to go somewhere fancy, it’d still do.
It was almost nine and you were freaking out. You were about to go out with your biggest crush from your favorite series. Could it get any better? Definitely not. You were extremely nervous! And yes, you might have been talking with him for days, but whenever the phone would beep, your heart would do the same.
You were used to the British punctuality, but you definitely weren’t expecting him to be there at exactly 9:05. The elevator seemed to be taking forever to arrive, only making you more nervous and anxious. When you finally got to the lobby, you saw him sitting in one of the chairs in the reception.
He looked amazing.
Just absolutely amazing.
He wore jeans and a dark blue button up shirt. It wasn’t much either, but he looked more handsome than ever. When he saw you, he got up smiling, which made you smile as well as it made your heart skip a beat.
“Heey.” He greeted while the two of you hugged, and his delicious smell had you smiling even more. “You look beautiful.” He eyed you from head to toe as he stepped back.
“You don’t look bad yourself.” You said the ever so cliche answer, making the both of you laugh. He offered you his arm, which you gladly took as you followed him to his car. He was a complete gentleman, opening and closing the door for you as you got in.
He steered into the road, and you decided to commence a conversation.
“Soo… Where’re you taking me?” He laughed, glancing at you.
“You really think I’d have kept it such a mystery up till now so I could just blow it by telling you?” He said and you groaned in anticipation. “C'mon (Y/N), it’ll be worth it. Everything is better with a touch of surprise.”
“Fair enough.” You answered and he soon turned on the radio, so you started a conversation about music as he drove.
“And we’re here.” He said and you looked at the little restaurant with two floors that led to the seashore, and your mouth cracked open in surprise. It was beautiful. You hopped out of the car and when you entered the restaurant, you could see exactly how the inside was. It was pretty simple, but there were candles in all the tables, a classical decoration, flowers everywhere and a few christmas lights on the ceilings. It was pretty cozy.
“Jensen, this is beautiful!” You said in admiration, and saw him smiling from the corner of your eyes.
“I’m glad you liked it. It’s my childhood friend’s treasure, and since it’s not very well-known, I thought it’d be the ideal place.” You looked at him with a thankful smile, but as you opened your mouth to speak, a little man appeared in front of you.
“Jensen! I’m so glad you’re here!” He said, and Jensen let go of your hand to greet him. “And you must be (Y/N)! It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Henry.” He approached you and came to kiss your cheek.
“The pleasure’s all mine. Your restaurant is beautiful.” You said and he thanked you with a proud voice.
“Look, I booked you two the best place here, it’s just up the stairs and voilà.” He said and you thanked him, Jensen caught a hold of your hand again and you followed him to the stairs.
“Henry and I did High School together back in Texas. He started dating a girl at the time and they ended up marrying and opening this place, since both love to cook.” He explained when you got to the second floor, that had a few tables and a thin curtain, and it seemed you were heading towards it.
“Woah, it’s rather hard to stay so much time together, right?” You said and he agreed smiling.
“If they ever broke up I think I’d stop believing in love.” He said and you smiled, he opened the curtain and you were left speechless again. It was the only table near the balcony. It was as beautiful as the rest of the place.
“Like what you see?” Jensen pulled the chair for you.
“I love it.”
You answered as you watched him sit in front of you. Each day you were more and more certain you were living a dream.
Soon, a waiter came with a bottle of wine and served the both of you before handling you the menu.
“I don’t know much about wine, but of all the wines I had, this is certainly the best.” He said raising his glass for a toast. And when you drank it… It was really delicious.
“God, why hadn’t I ever tasted this before?” You said and he laughed.
“It’s not really popular I guess. Weird, right?” He said and you agreed.
“There’s this wine that I always drink back home and it’s really typical in England. When you go there, I’ll take you out to drink it.” You offered and he smiled.
“I love England. It’s been a while since we’ve been there.”
“The cast. We usually go there for conventions.” He explained and you let out an ‘Ahh’. The waiter reappeared to take in the orders, and the both of you decided to go for the specialty of the house: pasta. “But back to the conversation, you were in a convention a few days ago, right?”
“Yeah! We normally don’t go to that many conventions, so when it happens, it usually lasts for days.” You explained, and you could tell that he was actually interested.
“How were you cast to Sherlock? Did you audition or did they call you in?” He asked.
“I’d never really done many important roles in my life, so I had to audition.” You answered. “You?”
“Auditioned, too. Though I actually auditioned for Sam, but ended up getting the role for Dean.” He said, and after that you started talking about your work. About how you’d get nervous on your first scene, how it was to work with the casts, about the fans, pranks, everything. He told you things no site of Supernatural knew of, and you did the same. It was fascinating. Hearing about your favorite series from that man you soon found out also had a beautiful personality was amazing.
You were just finishing the food - which was wonderful - when you remembered a game the Sherlock cast used to play with the new members of the series.
“Hmm…” You mumbled as you finished the last bit of the pasta. “We talked about a bunch of things, but we haven’t asked the basic first date questions.
“Which are…?” He asked with a little smile.
“Favorite color, music, hobbies, those kind of things.” You shrugged and he smiled more. “Let’s do it like this: I’ll say two things and you pick one of them. I’ll do the same after.”
“Okay.” He answered, finding your spontaneity funny and rather adorable. He’d dare say that was the best date he’d ever had.
Jensen lifted from his seat, pulling you by the hand so you were leaning on the balcony and staring at the view ahead.
“Red or blue?” You asked, and he didn’t even have to think to answer.
“Blue.” He said. “Black or white?”
“Black.” You said. “The guitar or the piano?”
“Guitar. I play it a little.” He answered and you let out a ‘seriously?’, surprised and happy for having discovered that.
“Someday you’ll play it for me.”
“For sure I will.” He laughed and went on with the game. “Sherlock or Supernatural?”
“That’s a low strike, Ackles.” You answered, making him throw his head back with laughter. “But, though I love Supernatural, I’m faithful to my series. Sherlock.”
“I’ve my doubts.” He laughed, earning a slight punch to his arm. “Jared or Sam?”
“Sam.” He didn’t even hesitate, and when your eyes widened, he laughed. “I’m just kidding. Jared. Hmm… Sushi or risotto?”
“Sushi.” You said and gathered the courage to ask the next question, with your heart in your hands. “Slow kiss or quick kiss?”
“Slow.” He answered, leaning closer to you, running his finger slightly through your cheek. Your lips trembled in anxiety. “What about you?”
“Slow.” You said, feeling his lips touch yours. You felt him smile, as your eyes were closed.
“I’m glad we have this in common.” And with that, he kissed you. The kissed, as previously said, was slow. You were exploring one another, experimenting that new sensation. And at least for you, a sensation so good that could be vicious. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hand that wasn’t on your nape wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly. After a few seconds like this, his other arm also wrapped around your waist and your hands went to cup his cheeks. He nipped on your lower lip, and when you were about to do the same, you were interrupted by the waiter.
“Oh… I’m sorry, I…” He began, embarrassed, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you separated from him.
“It’s okay.” Jensen tried to call him. “We were about to go pay the bill.” The waiter nodded, disappearing behind the curtain as you followed Jensen through the same path.
“And our moment is over.” You said with a pout, making him smile and hold your hand.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
Oops. Heart racing again.
You two payed the bill… More like he did. He didn’t allow you to pay. You exchanged goodbyes with henry and he said he was sorry his wife couldn’t make it tonight to meet you. You promised to come back and left to the car. You talked the whole way back home, and Jensen drove with one of his hands placed a bit above your knee.
When you arrived, he turned ti you and ran his fingers through your cheeks when you said.
“Jensen, this night was wonderful. Thanks you for everything.” You said and he smiled.
“Thank you, (Y/N). I really liked today.” He said and you were soon kissing again, and this time his hand was firmly gripping your tight. You stayed like that for some time, but when things started to get steamier you moved away. Not that you wanted to stop, but that was the best man you’d ever been out with, you wouldn’t let it become a one night stand.
“I should go.” You said lowly, making him ‘wake up’ from his trance.
“Yes, of course.” He said as he separated farther from you.
“Goodnight, Jensen.” You said, giving him one last quick kiss. “Thanks again.” You left the car as he lowered the passenger window.
“Bye, (Y/N).” He watched you reach the door, turn and wave again. “I’ll call you.”
“I’ll pick up.” You said as you entered the lobby and he laughed. He stopped for a minute, smiling to himself thinking about what had just happened, that he had finally met someone he liked. Then he turned the car on and drove off. You, however, couldn’t even wait to get home, sliding your way down to the floor of the elevator, smiling like a fool to yourself.
Language, Gabe nonsense, jealousy?, AU for a little bit, if there’s anything else let me know :)
Could you do a Sam x Reader one-shot where Reader, Sam, & Dean get
transported to our world like in the French Mistake, but here, the Reader is
with Misha? & she pretends to go along with it to not raise suspicion?
Also, just lots & lots of jealous Sam?
A/N: Okay so this one was super fun to write, I feel like I
didn’t do a good job at capturing Misha’s personality but I tried my best!! I gave the actress that supposed to play the reader a name (Scarlet or Scar) just fyi. Love you all and thanks for
I can't be the only one who had a problem with this.
First of all let me say that I mean no disrespect towards Jared at all.
I love Jared to death, okay? But I respectfully disagree with his tweet last night. Like yes we know he tweets airlines he’s not happy with, cool beans. But it’s a whole different thing when you put someone’s picture with that. That’s an actual person. The man could very well have been having a bad day, and that can make someone have a bad attitude. Usuaully, there is a reason someone acts like a “#HorribleAsshole”. The guy looked super distressed. The whole thing just rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t feel like that’s what the SPN Family is about by any means.
I just feel like the whole situation could have been handle better than what it was.
Jared was not a grouchy, fire breathing dragon thank you very much. He was a pleasant dragon that liked tending to his plants and using his magic. At no point did he eat people or shack up with distraught princesses (but Jensen could be classified like this when he lost his magic crystals). Jensen was his best friend, his brother and he would be damned if anyone hurt him.