Summary: You spend your first Christmas without the Ackles’ since becoming a part of their family, and your lack of contracted work leads to a slight diversion of your career path. Words: 3k Jared x Reader x Gen, Tom, Shep, Dallas (OC), Felicia Day (mentioned) Warnings: mild spoilers for the game Until Dawn
I knew she was pregnant!! Awesome chapter!
Summary: You spend your birthday with the whole family, and watching the Supernatural finale turns out to be a bit more emotional than you’d anticipated, Words: 3.1k Jared x Reader x Gen, Danneel, Jensen, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep, Dallas (OC) Warnings: some mentioned smut (not graphic), a touch of angst, some small spoilers for the finale (but we’ve all seen it by now)
Awesome chapter!!
Summary: You are excited to finally attend a supernatural convention. You didn’t intend on discovering a whole new world.
Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader
Characters: Ofc Chelsea, Jared Padalecki
Warnings: angst, language, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, scenting, true mates, a hint of dub-con? (maybe), heat, smut, unprotected sex, fingering
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Convention time, convention time,” your best friend jumps up and down, squealing as you are close, so close to getting a picture with your favorite Winchester – Jared Padalecki. “Will you get a picture with Jensen too?”
“I don’t know,” you bite your lip, glancing at the photo booth. “I like Sam more but,” you don’t want to admit you like Jensen too. Your friend is a crazy Dean fangirl and would massacre you for lusting over her favorite character or actor. “Maybe.”
“Good, but remember,” she pokes her finger into your chest, “he’s mine. No touching or making out.” You huff at her words. “I mean it, Y/N.”
“Chelsea, I don’t think he would ever consider making out with someone like me. He’s so out of my league it’s like I’m living on the moon and he’s a mermaid or something.”
“Merman, babe,” Chelsea quips. “You definitely should read more fanfiction,” you roll your eyes at her words, not wanting to admit you read one or two but got scared off when you read something about a knot and the guy biting your neck. “I read an a/b/o fanfiction last night and I swear – I never was that horny.”
“Chels’,” you scold, jerking your head toward the other fans. “Not that loud, babe. We can’t talk about shit like that here. Jared and Jensen are people too, okay. Never talk about fanfiction or ships when they are around.”
“Fine. You can be such an uptight spoilsport sometimes,” Chelsea turns her attention back toward her phone to read yet another fanfiction about Dean.
“I just don’t want to act like a creep, Chelsea. Now let me just,” gritting your teeth you press your hand to your stomach. “Shit, aunt flow, you are early this month,” whining you look around the area for a restroom. “Will you watch my place? I need to…”
Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.
Summary: Y/n isn’t sure how to deal with Jensen’s biggest little gesture.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word count: 3029
Story Warnings: past cheating, some angst, some pining, teen sass, making out, little bit of groping, nothing more than pg13
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I stare at his back for a minute before the kids start yelling at me to close my eyes and play. I’m more than a little distracted. Jensen has my name on his back. Jensen tattooed my name on his back. Jensen, who thought he probably was never going to see me again, has a tattoo with my name.
It takes a few minutes but I finally tag Tom and then I pull myself out of the pool. “What, you’re gettin’ out already?” Jay protests and I don’t know what to say so I just nod and grab a towel from the table.
I wrap myself up and head inside, telling Gen as I pass that I’m gonna use the bathroom. Gonna go freak out in the bathroom.
Because what does that even mean?! What does my name on his back mean? My name on his back for almost four years. My name on his back when he didn’t think I’d ever see it. He didn’t do it for points or kudos or to win me back. He did it for him, or Mav maybe. He did it because…I’m still important to him.
What do I do here?
Besides pacing back and forth in the Padaleckis’ guest bathroom, feeling like a game of Pong, what the fuck do I do? What am I supposed to do with that information?! He’s been walking around with my name on his back and I wasn’t even able to talk to him for years and now we’re here and we’re trying to move slow and be friends again and he’s got my name tattooed on his damn back!
I lean over the sink and try to breathe but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do and I’m not okay with this and I’m so fucking…lost. I’m lost.
I'm glad that they are going to be talking about it!
Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.
Summary: Y/n and Nova settle into life, and get okay with the fact that Jensen is going to be a part of that.
Pairing: past Jensen x Reader
Word count: 3689
Story Warnings: past cheating, little bit of angst, little bit of pining, teen sass, mentions of porn
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“Look what I found!” Nova says, walking into the kitchen as I make scrambled eggs for breakfast. I look over to see a dusty old acoustic guitar.
“Why were you in the attic?” I ask.
“I was exploring,” she says, nonchalantly. “The strings are still good. Out of tune, of course, but I’ve got a tuning app so I fixed that. Listen!” She plops down in the closest chair and starts strumming. I smile at the Eagles song that flows across the room. She stumbles on the second bar. “Oh, shoot.”
“You know you’ve got the music tastes of an old lady, right?” I tease as I flick the flame off and scoop eggs onto a plate with half a bagel and a strawberry Yoplait.
“Well, you can’t blast Lizzo on an acoustic, Mum.” She rolls her eyes and tries again. “Every night, I’m lyin’ in bed, Holding you close in my dreams, Thinkin’ about all the things that we said, And comin’ apart at the seams. We tried to talk it over, But the words come out too rough. I know you were tryin’ to give me the best of your love.” She stops playing and sets the guitar aside as I bring the plate to the table. “You know, if the jerk were gonna sing a song to you, that might be a good one.”
“Jensen wrote a song to apologize…way back when we broke up. And he wrote another two about losing the best thing he ever had that I’m pretty sure were about me.” I sigh as No picks up her fork and I turn back to make my own plate. “And he did a cover of Parker McCollum’s ‘Pretty Heart’ for Jason’s 'Three-covering With Friends’ album. He’s sung his feelings a number of times, Nova. Hitting me with one of my favorite bands isn’t going to change anything. The grand, sweet gestures, Jay was always great at those, but-”
“He was also really good at the grand, public mess-ups,” she interrupts and she’s so freaking right.
I'm glad that they went to the Padackles get together!
Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.
Summary: Sometimes bad ideas work out for the best, sometimes they don’t…but Y/n will never know until she makes that choice.
Pairing: past Jensen x Reader
Word count: 1707
Story Warnings: past cheating, little bit of angst, teen sass
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“Did you have to do that? He didn’t need to know about Will,” I say through clenched teeth as I start the car.
“What? He needed to know!” Nova exclaims as she clicks her seatbelt in.
“Why? Why did he need to know?” I ask, glaring at her.
“Because now he knows you haven’t been sitting around waiting for him this whole time. Now, he knows that you know you have other options and he’s gonna have to work to get back what he threw away.”
Damn it, Nova.
“Who says anyone is trying to work to get anything back? We’re just-”
“Oh, my God, Mum, I’m not blind!” she exclaims, and I feel bad for every single time I used that whiny tone on my own parents…this is payback for my past sins. “You were both looking at each other the exact same way and if you didn’t see it, you’re blind.”
“Baby, you don’t know what-”
“It’s super complicated, sure, and there’s a lot of junk to work through, but you totally want to work through it and don’t lie to yourself about it.”
“If this were just about what I wanted then I never would have left him,” I snap. “What we want and what we need are sometimes very different things. Besides which, there are people who would be very disappointed in me if I tried to fix things with Jensen.”
“Oh, so what? Let Anya and Papa be disappointed. They’ll get over-”
“I’m not talking about them.” I look over at her and sigh. “You have told me a hundred times that you hate him, Nova. I can’t go back to someone you hate.”
I'm glad that she is giving Jensen another chance!
Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.
Summary: Things start turning around for Y/n.
Pairing: past Jensen x Reader
Word count: 3514
Story Warnings: past cheating, little bit of angst, regrets, teen sass
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I wake in the morning to a ’Good Morning’ text from Jensen, a ’Hope you’re feeling okay, Ackles gave me your number to check on you, text me whenever’ text from Jared and a ’Mum, please call me when you wake up’ text from Nova.
Normally, her idiosyncratic way of saying ‘mum’ instead of 'mom’ would make me smile, has done since she first started speaking, but I have a bad feeling. I dial out to her before I’ve even sat up.
“Hey, Mum,” she answers.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Uh, not-not anything with me, really, but-” she starts but she seems to get distracted by whatever’s going on in the background. I can hear shouting. “Um…I just…can I come stay with you? Dad and Jenny are fighting.”
“I…I wish it was that easy but your dad has custody, Nova, I can’t just buy you a ticket and-”
“Look, he’s not going to have time to be upset with you! He’s too busy being upset with Jenny for going through his phone to find out he was cheating on her!”
Of course he was. Probably not the first time, either. I sigh. “Um. Let me talk to your dad, hopefully convince him to let you come stay with me for a semester or so and then-”
“You should sue for custody,” she says suddenly. “I want to live with you, Mum. Dad has had me for years, it’s your right to have time with me and you’re stable and you can’t have screaming fights with your spouse when you don’t have one and you aren’t a toxic, misogynistic jerk who can’t keep it in your pants. The environment I’m in isn’t conducive to good habits or a good life and I miss my mom, okay? Please.”
Oh, Nova. I miss you too. “I…I mean…you’re old enough. Maybe we can revisit custody. I’m gonna call your dad.”
I'm glad that Nova joined her mom! Also, I love how close Nova and Mav are ❤️
Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.
Summary: Misha helps Y/n get home after she’s had a few too many.
Pairing: past Jensen x Reader
Word count: 1886
Story Warnings: past cheating, little bit of angst, regrets, self-deprecation
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His lips feel just how I remember. His big hand grasps at my neck as he pulls me closer for a moment…but then his hand moves to my shoulder and gently pushes me away. He averts his eyes and holy shit, what did I do?
“You have been drinking and you didn’t mean to do that. Your sober brain wouldn’t have wanted that so…we’re gonna…” He licks his lips and stands. “I'ma go get Misha. See if he might take you home.”
Oh, God. Oh, my God. What do I-what did I-oh, my God! I can’t believe I did something so fucking stupid! This is why I avoided him so fucking long. What the hell? I can’t even control myself around him. I can’t…I am the epitome of stupid. I can’t.
“Hey. You okay?” Misha asks, suddenly kneeling beside my chair.
“You don’t have to take me home. I can Uber,” I whisper, not looking at him.
“I’ve seen everyone I came to see, Y/n. Let me take you home. Come on, stand up.” He wraps a hand around my bicep and helps me up. I’m not that drunk. I don’t need help walking…even in these shoes.
“I’m good, Meesh,” I say, slapping his hand away. “I can walk.”
He’s silent as he walks me out to his rental Hyundai. I sit in the passenger seat and click the seatbelt in place and look out the window as Misha starts the car and drives away from the country club. I’m a fucking idiot. I’ve never…I’m so disappointed in myself.
Misha is such a good friend!
Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.
Summary: The Reunion brings some revelations.
Pairing: past Jensen x Reader
Word count: 2204
Story Warnings: past cheating, little bit of angst, mentions of self-harm and suicidal thoughts, mentions of alcoholism
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I have two dozen dresses. They range from spaghetti-strap sundresses to gowns for the red carpet. None of them seem…right. But jeans don’t seem right, either. So, I go through my closet over and over until I settle on an old berry purple dress with long lace sleeves. These are my friends I’m going to see, none of them are going to care if I show up in a decade-old dress. Most of them won’t even know it’s that old.
How old does a thing have to be before you can call it ‘vintage’?
I take an Uber to the River Place Country Club where Jared is holding the party. There’s a doorman with a list outside of the Hill Country Ballroom and a lot of security. “Y/n Y/l/n. Are you checking IDs, too?” I ask with a smile.
“I recognize you, ma’am. You were my favorite part of American Dream. Have fun.”
“Thank you.” I head for the bar set up to the right of the entrance and order a tequila sunrise. There are a lot of people here. A lot of the crew showed up. I see directors, grips, the editing crew, Jennifer from Hair. Of course…all kinds of actors. Mitch, the Marks, Emily, Chad…
I let out a happy scoff when I see Misha standing beside Jared and Jensen. They look fucking right together. J2M, just like they should be. They’re laughing, been a while since I saw Misha laugh like that.
Should I go interrupt or should I mingle with others while they do their reunion? They’re more important, obviously.
“Os!” I exclaim, walking away from the bar with my drink.
Osric smiles and welcomes me. Seems everyone’s surprised to see me. Everyone gets these happy, big eyes and wide smiles when they see me. I get crushed by hugs every other person I greet. I don’t mind it.
Summary: You tell your adoptive family about your meeting with your biological family, confirming that you know that your heart is with the Ackles’. Your good mood continues as you return home to the Padaleckis. Words: 2.6k Jared x Reader x Gen, Danneel, Jensen, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep, Dallas (OC) Warnings: smut
Beta: @blacksiren
You let yourself into your parents’ house after your shift, taking your shoes off in the entryway before being greeted by the dogs.
“Hello, boys,” you smiled, crouching to pet them both as you heard the sound of little feet rushing through the halls.
You grinned as you saw your brother running towards you, scooping him up onto your hip and kissing his cheek as you walked further into the house.
“Where’s mama?” you asked him as he grabbed your cap, putting it onto his own head.
“Kitch’n,” he told you, smiling up at you with your cap on backwards. “We’re bakin’.”
Author’s Note: This is part sixteen of The Best Laid Plans series
Summary: John’s back and trying to make up for abandoning his omega. Sam’s trying to make things better between Y/n and Dean. But all that matters is stopping the raising of Samhain.
Pairing: Alpha!John x Omega!Reader
Word count: 7319
Story Warnings: angst…A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, angst, physical violence, mentions of forced marking, pining, mentions of noncon, mentions of self-mutilation, did I mention angst? Non-explicit smut
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“Where the hell have you been?” Dean snapped as John shut the motel door.
“Lawrence,” John answered, wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you to the couch. He sat and you immediately climbed into his lap, nuzzling into his neck and scenting him. “I had to look into what you told me about your mom…figure out how I missed it.”
“You weren’t looking for it back then,” you whispered, running your nose along his neck and behind his ear. “You couldn’t have recognized what you didn’t know.”
“That’s what Missouri said.”
Dean scoffed angrily and stood. “You just fuckin’ abandoned Y/n! After you promised to keep her from needing Sam, you fuckin’ disappeared!”
John was silent for a minute, his hand running up and down your spine. “Who told you?”
“She did! Couple days ago when I was dying again and no one could get you on the damn phone again.”
“Son, watch your tone with me,” John rumbled.
“Watch my-” Dean growled and you buried your face into the crook of John’s neck. “Are you kidding me here? Sam fucks up and loses his mind, forces his mark on her and you…you won’t let her cut it out, put your own mark on her to get her through her heats and then you fuckin’ disappear on her so now she’s got two fuckin’ marks she wants to cut out and you wanna talk to me about my fuckin’ tone? Oh, you’ve got a fuckin’ pair on you, don’t you, Dad?”
Summary: Y/n misses her friends. Is it time to let go of the pain so that she can be with them again?
Pairing: past Jensen x Reader
Word count: 1357
Story Warnings: past cheating, little bit of angst, little bit of self-harm urges
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“You know I don’t like that word, Y/n. Besides, I don’t think you are crazy for spending time with Jensen. I say it’s about time, actually.”
I stare at Dr. McCaulief through my laptop for a minute before I shake my head. “What? ‘About time’? What does that mean?”
“The fact that you have a child together and you’ve managed to avoid seeing him for almost five years is a type of avoidance most people wouldn’t be able to commit to. It’s a matter of fear for you, not an effort to be good to yourself. It’s like an agoraphobic avoiding leaving home. It’s fear of what might happen if they leave that stops them.”
“So…you think I’m, what, confronting my fears now? Because I’m not. If anything, this confirmed my fears! I was drooling over him half the day! I-I kept thinking about the good times and missing what we used to have and thinking about the sex. Doc, do you know how long it’s been since I had any sex, let alone sex like that?” I exclaim. “I can’t be around him! This can’t be a-a thing.”
“You’ve spent five years focusing on the bad, and of course the bad was extreme, but you’ve pushed away every bit of good that you had. Being around Jensen forces you to remember that there were good times.”
I nod. “Yeah,” I admit quietly.
“Tell me why that scares you so much.”
I swallow and take a deep breath. “Because…infatuation makes you…ignore the bad stuff, right? Psychologically, liking someone makes you overproduce the happy chemicals and it makes you ignore things; red flags, shit things they’ve said and done. Being around him makes me want to forget that he broke me. If I’m around him…there’s no way he doesn’t break me again.”
I know I've said this before, but I'm going to say it again- I love Nova! I also love how loyal Misha, Kim, and Brianna are to the reader ❤️
Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.
Summary: Can Y/n hold on to the bad memories when there’s a thousand good memories vying for her attention?
Pairing: past Jensen x Reader
Word count: 2377
Story Warnings: past cheating, little bit of angst, little bit of self-harm urges
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“Oh, my god, Mav. You looked so cute in your little uniform!” I squeal as we leave the tailor.
Jensen chuckles. “You’re adorable,” he says under his breath and my stomach flips. Shit. He clicks Maverick into his booster seat and looks a bit disappointed when he sees that I’ve let myself into the cab by the time he’s done. He clears his throat when he settles into the driver’s seat. “You hungry?”
“Yes!” Mav shouts from the back.
“Hey, we’re right here, buddy. Indoor voice,” Jensen reminds him before turning to look at me. “What about you, Y/n? Wanna grab a little lunch?”
My throat goes dry and I just stare at him for a minute. Nobody said anything about lunch. I wasn’t…we can’t…I…shouldn’t but…Mav’s hungry…and so am I, but this is too intimate, right? Maybe we could get-
“Mommy! We could get chicken strips and fries!” Mav exclaims and…I can’t…he’s so excited.
“Yeah. Sure. Lunch sounds good.“
Jensen takes us to a Saltgrass Steakhouse and he runs around to open the door for me when we get there. Why is he insisting on being a perfect gentleman? He’s not playing fair. The door, the song earlier, lunch? Shit. Not fair.
Mav takes my hand as we go across the parking lot, then grabs Jensen’s. “I get to eat with Mommy and Daddy!”
Oh. God. This is…this is the first time he’s ever gotten to share a meal with both of his parents at the same time. Oh, God. Oh, God. I’ve deprived him of so much by leaving him at such a young age. What else did I steal from his youth by refusing to-
Jared at the Big Texan Steak Ranch & Brewery in Amarillo,Texas 9/19/20. (thebigtexan’s IG story)
He was so close to me yesterday 🥺
Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.
Summary: It’s hard to avoid feelings and regrets when stuck in the cab of a Ford truck.
Pairing: past Jensen x Reader
Word count: 2605
Story Warnings: past cheating, little bit of angst, mostly no warnings.
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“It was not a disaster,” Kim disputes over my computer speakers.
“It was the Hindenburg, Kim.” I shake my head. “I called him ‘Jay’.”
“It’s a friendly nickname, Y/n, not a-” Kim says and Bri nods in agreement as she drinks her whiskey.
“No. No, it’s not!” I argue. “It intimates a level of comfort that I cannot have with him! If it wouldn’t be weirder, I’d be calling him 'Mr. Ackles’ because that’s the sort of detachment I need to have here!” I sigh and take a drink of my own whiskey. “These school functions are gonna kill me.”
“Bullshit,” Bri snorts. “You slipped once…on a word. You didn’t throw yourself at him or fight with him. You kept distant and, for a second, you let yourself be in the past. That isn’t a disaster. It’s not Titanic, the ship. It’s Titanic, the movie. Overall, an amazing thing but they both coulda fit on that damn door and it’s gonna bug people for the rest of our lives!”
I stare at her blankly for a minute before I start laughing. “Okay, yeah, you’re right, it’s not as bad as I think it is but still…can’t do it again.”
“Then don’t.” Bri takes a drink and I smile at her. “How’d he look?”
“Bri,” Kim chastises and I shrug.
“Like…Like Jensen always looks.”
“So, hot as Hell?” Bri guesses and I laugh.
“You’re not helping,” Kim growls.
“What?! He might’a been a dick but the man is sex on bowlegs and always has been!”
Go Nova!
Author’s Note: Get ready for some heavy angst and some angry alpha Dean acting an ass.
Summary: Y/n is moving forward with her life, with Sam’s help.
Pairing: former Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, mentions of Beta!OMC x Beta!Reader
Word count: 1907
Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, angst, past kidnapping, Dean having no clue how to fix shit, some awkwardness, some sweetness and making out
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Sam smiled as Y/n opened her door. “Brought some of your books,” he said, offering a bag.
“Thank you!” she exclaimed, taking the bag from him. “Hitchhiker’s Guide?”
“Yeah,” he answered with a nod.
“Awesome,” she said, looking back at her room. “You, uh, wanna come in?”
“If you want me to, yeah,” he said, nodding again. She stepped out of the way and he stepped inside. She’d made the space her own, putting up a few printed pictures of her with friends back home, one with Malcolm, and one with him that he could tell Dean had been cropped out of. “Well, it’s not quite home but it’s cozy.”
“Thanks.” She moved to sit on the bed and gestured at the single armchair in the corner. “I’ve been looking at apartments, though. This is nice and all, but…I’d like a place of my own again. I had my townhouse in Seattle, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know. You could really see your personality in that house. I’m sorry you had to say goodbye to it.”
She just shrugged. “I’m starting over again. Not the first time.”
Sam wanted her to come back to the bunker. He wanted her to come home…but he knew she wasn’t ready. After what Dean did, he wasn’t sure she would ever be ready to come back…and he would respect that. “There’s a couple small duplexes over by the hardware store. I think one of ‘em is for rent.”
She smiled. “Thanks for telling me. I’ll go look at it in a little while.” Sam smiled back at her. “Did you want to come with me?”
“Yeah! Honestly, any excuse to be around you, Y/n, I’ll take it.”
She laughed. “Is that why you’re piecemealing my belongings, Sam? If you don’t bring it all, you have a reason to come see me again?”
Sam chuckled and rubbed at the back of his neck. “You figured me out.”
I love that the reader had some time with Sam!
Author’s Note: This is part fifteen of The Best Laid Plans series
Summary: Y/n is having trouble with John’s absence and Dean’s attempts to live his life to the fullest now that he’s back from Hell.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Beta!Jamie (from Monster Movie)
Word count: 6928
Story Warnings: angst…A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, angst, physical violence, mentions of forced marking, rejection sickness, mentions of noncon, mentions of self-mutilation, did I mention angst?
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You rolled your eyes at the polka music. Oktoberfest. Beer, polka, pretzels, women in dirndls and braids…of course Dean was happy to be there.
“We still got to see the new Raiders movie,” Dean said, adjusting his suit jacket.
“Saw it,” you and Sam said at the same time.
“Without me?” Dean responded incredulously.
“You were in Hell,” Sam defended.
“That’s no excuse.”
“Crystal Skull sucked anyway. Best thing was Cate Blanchett as a hot Nazi,” you said.
Dean cut his eyes at you for a minute before looking past you. “Big pretzel!” Sam smiled and shook his head as Dean walked away toward the pretzel cart. Dean bought three pretzels and handed them out. You weren’t really hungry, hadn’t been since John left, but you nibbled on the bread to distract yourself as Dean ogled a blond in a dirndl, his eyes following the pretty beta until she disappeared into a tavern across the courtyard.
“Looks like that’s our man,” Sam said, gesturing at the sheriff. You and Dean followed Sam over. “Sheriff Dietrich.”
“Are you the boys…and lady…from the fed?” the sheriff asked.
“Agents Angus, Young, and Scott,” Sam answered as the three of you showed your badges. Dietrich leaned forward and gave extra attention to your badge before straightening. “We called ahead about your, uh, problem.”
“Right. Um…I’ll tell you what, why don’t we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?” The sheriff cleared his throat and put a hand up when you tried to follow. “The morgue is an omega-free space. Our coroner has an aversion.”
“Excuse me?” Sam asked, confused. “An ‘aversion’?”
“It’s fine, Sam. Take pictures, fill me in later. I’ll go back to the room…since I’m obviously not welcome in Canonsburg.”
“Hey, it’s not like that. We don’t have a problem with omegas in Canonsburg. It’s just…our coroner-”
“I’ve heard all the excuses in the past, Sheriff,” you interrupted. “I’m obviously not going to fight you about it. I don’t have the energy.”
“How you gonna get there?” Dean asked, quietly.
“It’s called a taxi, Dean,” you snapped, slapping your barely-eaten pretzel into his chest and walking away.
I'm glad that Dean knows the truth!
