CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PERSON Prompts Post // November 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PERSON PROMPTS. Persons from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives. Reminder: all prompts with people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage post.
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"Jared, I--" Sean reaches out for Jared.
Jared brushes off the casual touch as he stands toe to toe with his father. "I know I may look strong, but I'm not. I've come to the realization I can't run from who or what I am. It will always follow me, whether I'm here or not." He reaches out on his own to cup his father's face, giving him a sad smile before he drops hands to the broad shoulders. "I only wanted you to love me, be proud of me, despite being an Omega..."
"Oh, son..." It's tough for Sean to not pull Jared into his arms, but he knows they have to talk this out. Let Jared be the one in control of this moment. "---being an Omega is not a weakness."
"But being a male Omega, looking as I do..." Jared sweeps a hand to display his full frame. "It has to kill you to see me every day and not wish I was a Beta--like Rett. Or, maybe, be a better pack member as an Alpha."
Sean flicks his head back as if slapped. "Jesus!...is this what you've been thinking rolls in my head when I look at you?"
Jared drops his hands to cross his forearms. "How could I not feel it? You always gave Rett more--Every. Single. Time." He watches his father avert his head for a short time. "When my first heat came, you had just brushed it off, like no big deal--wanting me to 'suck it up'...'be like a Were'..."
"---as if being Omega takes away your manhood." It pains Sean to hear this because he surely hadn't intended for his distance to be perceived as such. Really, just like Evaline always reiterated to him--his ignorances as an Alpha tended to be looked at from different angles, what he intended was not how it was often taken.
"It's okay." Jared gives off a small grin. "I'm over it."
"You might be, but I'm not." Sean lifts his head, catching Jared's confused look at the sound of tension in his voice. "I'm Alpha. I barely understand your mother sometimes, but we DO get along. We may bump heads but we still care. Omegas..." He shakes his head in utter dismay and exasperation. "---I can't ever figure any of you out."
"What about Eva?"
"Oh, well...there's a good example of what confounds me. Looking at her, you'd think she was like every female Omega out there--"
"Like your newer mates?" Jared teases lightly.
"Jesus, son, don't get me started." Sean swipes a huge paw over his face, rubbing along neck and nape. "Eva's an Omega I've only recently begun to understand, because she's beyond patient and kind, gentle and giving. She's my equal in all things--even more than your mother." It slips out of his mouth before he can check with Jared. "Sorry."
"Don't be. Eva's been more of a mother figure than Mom has been. I could always go to Eva with anything, and it was ours alone." Jared picks up on his father's agreement as he nods his head.
"She's a beautiful soul, inside and out, and a wonderful mother. Not to mention, she's always three steps ahead of me, always figuring out what makes me tick." Sean doesn't feel too ashamed to admit being weak or that he depends on Evaline as much as he does. He's come to realize that as he gets older he needs a mate like her always by his side. "She knew how much I missed you." He gazes at Jared under lowered lashes. "How I ached for you to return..." Sean simply allows the words to simmer and ruminate between them.
"Dad..." This time Jared hangs his head with guilt. He had made too many assumptions before he left, thinking his father immovable and unable to "see" beyond his Lead Alpha control.
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Jared feels the raw power of his father's touch, but it's unlike the other times when he'd feel that paw settle on him, trying to council, trying to parent with an Alpha mentality toward leadership of the pack. Now, there was a vulnerability layered beneath, where Jared could almost sense that he was actually touching his father and not a pack member. "---just like I had been doing with the little one..." It fascinates him how Life goes in cyclical forms, from father to son, mother to pup.
Sean nods his head, blinking slow as he lets his hand creep up to cup the side of Jared's neck. "You don't have to do this to make me proud. Or make me love you more than I love you right this second."
Jared makes a soft whimper as he simply walks into his father's chest, burying his face away in his neck and shoulder. He feels those familiar strong arms embrace him tight as his own arms loosen to surround his father's thick waist. Jared runs his forearms up the curved back, hands into fists as he presses hard to hang on, unwilling to let go. "It means everything to hear you say this, even as I contemplate doing this for you."
"You don't have to, Jared."
"But I want to. That's the difference. Now it's become more for myself because I'm unsure of what will wait for me in the future. I know what I am as an Omega, and I know I'm a 'hard-sell' for Alphas because of it." Jared swallows down his need to sob uncontrollably in these arms he's longed for. "I'm too chicken-shit to do this alone again."
Sean closes his eyes in silent misery. "You were never alone to begin with, son. You always could come home."
"I know that now, but..." Jared releases his arms, though his father still holds him loosely around the hips. "I've got this rare opportunity of an Alpha waiting to be mated..." He has no idea if he would ever have an opportunity like this to make a choice of his own, with the mind-set he's in at this second.
"Ask me anything about him and I will confess."
"haha..." Jared releases a genuine smile, so broad and bright. He feels his heart skip to be able to hear more of his Alpha. "---cheating!" He roughly pats his father's sides. "You know I'm not supposed to 'know' or 'see' him before the ceremony. 'Sides, Eva has already told me she likes him--of what she saw of him. I don't think I need much more approval than her ringing endorsement."
Sean licks his lips and trudges forth. "He's younger than we thought--just turning 25."
Jared groans as he covers a paw over his face. "Dad..." He attempts to swivel from his father's grasp, but he's not being let go of.
"He's tall, like you are now, but--" Sean steps back a bit. "You might have an inch or two over him."
"Dad, please...stop." Jared snickers deeply, shaking his head as he presses a hand to his father's burly chest.
"Shall I wax poetic about how green his eyes are?"
Jared closes his lids and pitches headfirst into his father's broad shoulder. "---jesus, stop torturing me and just accept that I've made a decision. My decision. Hopefully, I've made it easier on Jensen." It's becoming comfortable, and comforting, to say his Alpha's name as if they've gotten to know one another.
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"Thank you." Jared wraps his arms around his father again, lower to lock around his own wrist at the lumbar region of the back.
"I should be the one 'thanking' you, but the sacrifice you've made surpasses the use of such futile words." Sean's leaning toward an ear, nudging and nuzzling with affections of old. "You have so much more from me: my respect, my admiration, as well as more love than you can handle. I will surely be the proudest Lead Alpha in the church."
Jared squeezes his eyes shut tight and simply soaks in the words of endearment for the moment, not knowing if he would ever feel this much before his life took a drastic change. For the good, he silently prays.
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By the time early morning rolled in, the house staff had already prepared to split into two: one would tend to the Alpha--Jensen, and the second would take gentle care of the "spouse", which would be the Omega--Jared.
Jared's Omega status would mean that the staff would treat him differently than a Beta spouse, and thus follow every guideline sent down through generations of Padalecki Weres in accordance with pack life custom for a wedding day. It was nothing more than old pack traditions, but it had seemed antiquated, old rules and beliefs as to how to treat and sometimes "coddle" the Omega before their blessed union. One would hope that for the tenderness and attention given to the spouse, especially that of a needy Omega, it would transition into the dealings of their newly mated Alpha on their wedding night, during consummation.
When Jensen had woken, he actually enjoyed the breakfast feast he was being served with his pack. The extra staff had whisked him away, once he had filled his belly heartily, and allowed his close family and friends to keep him at an even keel until the ceremony. He took his routine dosage of suppressors, but it was tantamount to distract the Alpha, so he in no way would feel aroused or unsettled. If the Alpha was left to his own thought, and images conjured, he could work his libido into a frenzy, and he would be no good to his new mate, if he had nothing but sex and knotting on the brain. Luckily, Jensen wasn't the kind of Alpha who was easily swayed by such desires as he could compartmentalize his wants and needs to simply pertain to one specific being, and since he hadn't placed one glance on Jared, there was no chance he'd arouse until face to face.
Jensen was never one to partake of luxuries in being rich or from a well-to-do pack. Of course he had tended to splurge or indulge, using the advantage to sweet talk and seduce his Omega lovers, but for himself, he had never sought out the finer things born to a high-class lead Alpha's son. For this occasion, though, Jensen will allow the extravagance, and only once. He actually liked taking care of his body: bathing himself, dressing on his own and he didn't mind stepping down to the kitchens to make himself a plate of food--he loved cooking for one, able to add extra to expand for two. He had never needed to have the daily allowance of being waited on hand and foot like some of the high-born pack members like to utilize just because they felt it was their right.
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Every generation of Ackles Were, going back several decades, had entered some part of the military as they often joined the fray of other Weres who entered the Wars throughout the years. In fact, the very first Ackles Alpha had begun this tradition of marrying their spouse in full ornate uniform, complete with every accessory given upon enrollment in the branch of service. It had jarred Jensen the first time he had seen his cousins, then his older brother, daring to leave behind their wild, raging Alpha ways to suddenly conform and curb their character for simple pack customs.
Now that Jensen was here, ready to prepared for his own wedding, he understood the feeling, or the instinctiveness to put on the old Ackles military uniform. Donning the numerous pieces and being adorned with items, made him sense a rightful place, a way of leaving old pack to start new. And also to be more aware than ever that his Alpha status was profound and powerful. Every article of clothing he was being helped into caused him to feel the intense weight, the burden and made him feel a little inadequate that he could fill these enormous Alpha shoes of the past. Hell, he had always been in control of his relations with his Omega lovers, but for the first time, he felt on a similar level as his spouse--Jared, who he was taking to call "Jay" in his head.
From the time he had woken this morning to the moment he had been fully dressed and told to walk outside to reach the pack church on the Padalecki grounds, Jensen had thought of nothing but Jared, and what exact regimen he was being taken through to get ready for their wedding ceremony. There was an awesome sense of entitlement, that a group of pack staff was going through nearly the same motions to make sure one particular Omega was being adored and taken care of for him to take to his bed in a few hours. He could feel his body--his heart, mainly--speed up at the mere idea of various hands roaming over the same places and body parts he would be, making certain his mate was to his liking. Already, his groin area was starting to thrum with heat and pulsations--a random thought of his swimmer last night, and his voyeuristic adventures...
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The night before, just as Jensen had been getting ready to climb under chilled sheets, lustful thoughts in his head as he had come down hard from his orgasm, the word had filtered through to Ackles Pack that there would be no need for a "choice" to be made. Jared had made it known to his father that he would take his sister's place.
Jensen had received the news close to the final seconds of him self-pleasuring on the balcony. An odd sense of relief had fallen over him, then he had instantly wished he could find Jared and just kiss his feet, promise to give him anything he wanted. Jensen hadn't wanted to hurt either twin and it certainly had spoken highly of what kind of son Jared was to sacrifice himself to this arrangement, making sure the mated Alpha was more than pleased with his spouse, that the marriage and subsequent mating would end with some satisfaction, despite being complete strangers to one another.
In some crazy-wild strange way, Jensen was starting to build feelings for Jared: good, respectful ones that would carry with him in and out of their spousal bedroom. He knew this decision could not have been easy, having attempted to learn Omegas' dispositions over the years. It told of strength in character and in personality, and the loyalty to pack was astounding to Jensen. He truly couldn't wait to meet and get to know his new mate--his first [ and only ] spouse...his Omega...Jared...Jay.
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