“You still haven’t cracked yet, Y/N. I’m impressed.” You stared up at Agent Camp, shrugging your shoulders. “You know, most people in your position would have gone crazy by now and started talking but not you. Anyway, I came here with news. Dean and Sam…they were found dead in their prison cells today and then vanished into thin air. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”
You still didn’t speak, trying not to laugh in his face. “You’ll talk to me Y/N. Sooner or later.” He glared down at you one last time and shook his head, starting to walk away.
“I’m not alone, you know.” You smirked, standing up and walking around the Agent in circles. “I haven’t been alone since I got here. That’s why your little isolation plan never worked. It never will work. I’m never alone.”
“You’re crazier than I thought.” Camp said, furrowing his eyebrows at you. “You’ll crack soon enough, Y/N. I’ll be here waiting when you do.”
“Yeah…yeah.” Dean spoke quickly, trying to relay the information he needed to. “We just broke out. Listen, Sam and I are out but we need you to get here as soon as you can. We’re somewhere near Rocky Mountain National Park. And I wanna talk to Y/N. She’s not answering her phone. Where is she?”
“Y/N isn’t with us.” Cas answered. “She was arrested with you.”
“I know that.” Dean snapped. “I thought…we searched the whole place for her and she’s not here. I thought she escaped on the road or something!”
“I haven’t heard from her since all of you were taken.” Cas explained. “Not a word. None of her covert messages. Nothing.”
“Fuck!” Dean screamed into the phone. “What did they do to them?!”
“Mary and I will be there soon, Dean.” Cas said. “Hang on, ok?”
“Yeah.” Dean nodded and hung up, turning to face Sam who looked confused.
“Them?” Sam questioned. “You said what did they do to them, not her.” Dean swallowed, nodding his head. Cas already knew, of course. He sensed it right away, but you hadn’t told Sam.
“Y/N’s pregnant.” Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We hadn’t really found the right time to tell anyone yet but that’s why she’s been doing all the research lately.”
Sam’s eyes went wide and he stepped forward, grabbing Dean in a tight hug. “We’ll find her. Them. We’ll find them.”
“Daddy’s comin’ little one.” You ran your hand over your barely there bump, standing beside the door with the gun you’d stolen from Agent Camp’s holster, unbeknownst to him. “We just gotta get outta here so he can find us.” You clipped the security badge to your prison coveralls and started to scream, waiting for the guards to come and open the door. “We’re not stuck in here with them. They’re stuck in here with us.”
A/N: This is for Steph’s ( @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps) Birthday challenge! I know you’re birthday is coming up, so I wanted to get this out there for you to enjoy! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
Dean was padding down the halls of the bunker, whistling a random rock tune. That’s when he heard you singing in the shower. At first he thought you were listening to music in the shower, but he didn’t hear any music. You were singing in the shower with no music; and you sounded spectacular.
It made Dean reflect on his feelings for you. Ever since you joined him and Sam only a few months ago, Dean loved spending time with you. The way you always laughed at his remarks towards Sam and Castiel. You always watched Clint Eastwood movies with him on late nights when he couldn’t sleep. Then there were the times where you saved his life. You would always look into his eyes with such compassion and concern. Dean had never given it much thought until now.
“Dean,” you called out, snapping your fingers in front of his face. “Is anyone home?” A small giggle escaped your lips as Dean shook his head, looking down at you. “Welcome back to reality Winchester. What are you doing just standing in the hall and staring out into space?”
“So rumor has it that you and Y/N have been dating for quite some time now. What can you tell me about that?” The reporter asked Jensen, taking him off guard. You’d been keeping your relationship a closely guarded secret. Only those closest to you knew. Neither of you wanted the attention it would bring, especially you. You were deathly afraid you would get a lot of negative feedback on the internet from his fans.
You were a newcomer to the scene. Yes, you were his costar, but you weren’t always. And you weren’t always famous. You still didn’t consider yourself “famous.” A year ago you were just a fan who won a walk on role in a contest. The show ended up loving you and expanded your character’s role and kept you on. You and Jensen fell in love on set and the rest was history.
“What?” Jensen chuckled, laughing at the question. “No…we’re really good friends but nothing more than that. No.”
“My mistake.” The interviewer blushed, shuffling her papers. “It’s just…you’ve been spotted out together an awful lot. There are a lot of photos of the two of you holding hands and hugging. We just thought -”
“It’s fine.” Jensen laughed it off, reassuring her everything was fine. “It’s an easy mistake to make. She really has become my best friend.”
“And he’s my very best friend.” You said, walking up behind him and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I couldn’t have asked for a better friend and mentor for this whirlwind of a year.”
“Well, looks like our time here is up since they sent Y/N/N to come get you.” The interviewer chuckled. “It was nice meeting you both. I look forward to seeing your upcoming scenes.”
As soon as she was gone Jensen turned to you and pulled you into his lap, kissing you passionately. “That was close.”
You hummed in response, resting your forehead against his. “It was. But I think she bought your cover story.”
“I think we should tell everyone.” Jensen blurted out. You started to protest and he immediately shushed you. “I know you’re scared but even if people do say shit, who cares? Everyone who matters loves you. I love you.”
“Jensen I -” You started to say something and stuttered, unable to find the words. Jensen’s hands were rubbing up and down your arms to calm your nerves and you took a deep breath, nodding your head. “Ok. Let’s do it.”
Jensen’s face lit up and he pulled his phone out, extending his arm out to take the selfie he intended to post. He leaned in to kiss you again and you heard the camera noise go off, giggling into the kiss.
@jensenackles: Between scene kisses w/ the girlfriend @realy/n. (Rumors were true. Sorry EW Mag!)
As soon as he hit post he shoved his phone back in his pocket and stopped you from pulling yours out to read the comments. “No.” He grabbed your hands when you went for it. “It doesn’t matter.”
“How did I get so lucky?” You questioned, leaning your forehead back against his.
“You have low standards.” He smirked and you burst into laughter, grabbing his face in both hands and pulling him back for another heated kiss.