With All My Heart - Part 2
Word Count: 2225
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Slight panic attack
A/N: Again, there will be no tags for this series other than my Jensen tags which are closed. All new fics and only new fics will be reblogged over on my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for easier access. Please do not ask to be tagged.
Thanks to @impalaimagining for beta-ing this for me super fast at 1:30am!
Running out on Jensen was one of the dumbest things you’d done in your life. You didn’t quite know why you did it and you’d spent almost every waking moment over the last week curled up on your couch trying to figure it out. He’d been nothing but kind to you, staying with you, driving you home, offering to get your car. You’d stared at his number in your phone a few times, debating whether or not you should call and apologize, but you’d chickened out every single time.
“Well, don’t you look like shit?” You drew your eyes up from your coffee cup and glared at Emma, your best friend who had agreed to meet you for coffee before your doctor’s appointment. You’d asked her to meet you at a smaller, hole in the wall coffee shop for fear of running into Jensen at Starbucks again, although you didn’t exactly tell her that.
“Fuck you too, Emz.” She laughed and sat down across from you, taking a sip of her coffee before looking you over one more time.
“You really do look like hell. Are you feeling any better?”
“Yeah, kinda.” You shrugged. “I have that appointment in like an hour and then I guess I need to go beg Don for my job back.”
“God, Y/N, don’t do that.” She begged. “You’re better than that. That asshole fired you for being sick when really you wouldn’t have gotten that sick if he would’ve just given you time off to see a doctor in the first place.”
“But –“
“Shut up, I wasn’t done.” She held her hand up and you instantly stopped talking. Trying to talk over Em when she was on a roll was a useless undertaking. “You’re a good bartender. Go somewhere else and take his business with you.”
“It’s not that easy, alright?” You really did not have time for her logic right now. You’d been employed at Don’s forever, even if he did treat you like shit. Finding somewhere else was a stupid decision. “Nobody else is hiring and even if they are I’d have to start at probably a shitload less money than what I make now.”
“There’s a new place that just opened over on 6th and San Jacinto.” Em said. “I’m pretty sure they’re looking for bartenders. And I think some actor guy owns it. I bet he pays well.” She wiggled her eyebrows and you rolled your eyes so far back you thought they might get stuck there.
“Dude. Keep your pants on.” You huffed a laugh and sipped your coffee. “I’ll check it out, I guess, after I see the doctor.”
“Well now that that’s settled…did you ever call that green-eyed mystery guy back to apologize for running away?” You ducked your head, suddenly very interested in what was inside your coffee cup. “Y/N…for fuck’s sake…”
“Emz…” You sighed a defeated sigh and leaned back in the chair, huffing in defeat. “I’m sure he doesn’t even wanna talk to me again.”
“Why’d you run?” She asked. “He stayed with your sick ass in the hospital. He drove you home. He didn’t smother you with a pillow or ax murder you…I don’t get it!“
“I guess that makes two of us then.”
“I think it’s because of all your crappy past relationships.” Emma continued. “You let guys walk all over you. You let them use you. You have trust issues and you aren’t sure what to do when they’re nice to you so you bail.”
“Are you done psychoanalyzing me? I have an appointment I need to get to.” You grabbed your purse and stood up, slinging it over your shoulder. Emma stood up with you, stopping you from leaving.
“One. Friends gotta be honest with each other so no. I’m never gonna be done psychoanalyzing you. Two. Do you want me to go with you? Because I wasn’t bullshitting when I said you still looked like shit.”
“No.” You turned your head to the side and coughed before turning back. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m just gonna go to the doctor for her to tell me that it’s gonna take a few more days to get back to 100% and then I’m gonna go to that bar and see if they’re hiring. I’ll call you later.” You leaned in to hug her and she hugged you back, tightening her grip a little before releasing you.
“Your ass better go to that bar. Don’t make up any bullshit excuses.” She warned as you walked out the door.
“Yeah, yeah.” You mumbled to yourself, throwing your purse in your passenger seat.
“Blood pressure’s a little high and your lungs are a still a little congested…” Doctor Brown smiled softly at you as she sat down, finishing up all your vitals. She’d been your doctor ever since you moved to Austin and you loved her a lot. She was always attentive and welcoming but never sugarcoated anything if she thought something was really wrong. “Have you gotten any rest?”
“Well, I got fired for being sick so I’ve just been laying around at home.” You explained. “I just waited too long to see a doctor I think.”
“From what I’m reading from your hospital records if you waited any longer you’d be a lot worse off.” Dr. Brown said, flipping through your chart. “You can’t put these things off, Y/N.”
“I have been thoroughly lectured. I solemnly swear I will never do it again.” You held up your hand, making her a promise.
“Good.” She smiled. “I want you to keep taking the medicine until you run out and I want to see you back in 3 weeks. Call before then if anything changes.”
As you walked out of the office you failed to notice Jensen waiting to be called back for his appointment to have his stitches removed, but he saw you. He hid himself slightly behind the wall and watched you, completely captivated. Your voice as you scheduled your next appointment was different, stronger and less raspy than the last time he’d heard it. The color was back in your skin, your eyes held much more sparkle, and you were moving easier. Aside from a cough and some dark circles under your eyes, he’d never guess you were as sick as he’d seen you.
He hadn’t been able to get you out of his head since you ran away. Countless times he’d wanted to stop by your house just to see if you were alright, but he didn’t. He hoped that maybe you’d call but you never did. Just as he was about to stand and say something to you, the nurse pulled him back to a treatment room.
“Jensen. We’re ready for you.” You heard the name and turned your head to the side, but you never saw him. He had been led in the complete opposite direction. It was stupid to think you’d see him here of all places, although a small part of you did hope it was him. It had to be a last name, you reasoned with yourself. No way it was him.
All you really wanted now was to go home, but you knew you’d never hear the end of it from Emz if you didn’t stop at the new bar and at least say you tried. So here you were, walking up to San Jac Saloon. You had absolutely no expectations upon entering and walking up to the bar, finding an extremely tall, long haired guy close to your age unpacking boxes behind it. “Hey.” He turned and smiled, “We don’t open until 5.”
“I know.” You smiled back. “I’m actually here to see if you might be hiring bartenders. Used to work over at Don’s Place until pretty recently but I’m looking for a change of scenery. I can fill out an application or leave my info. My name is Y/N.” You took a piece of paper out of your purse and started to write your information down when the man stopped you.
“No need.” He laughed. You frowned, thinking that meant he was going to send you away. “Whiskey Sour? Go.”
“You’re quizzing me?” He nodded and you huffed a laugh. “2 ounces of whiskey, an ounce of lemon juice and a teaspoon of sugar. Egg whites if you’re feeling lucky.”
“Long Island Iced Tea?”
“Half ounce each of triple sec, vodka, gin, tequila, and white rum. An ounce of lemon juice. Splash of Coca Cola.” You rattled off. “Although, I’d kinda prefer an ounce of all the liquor myself.” The man laughed and continued quizzing you until he ran out of drinks or he was satisfied, you weren’t sure which.
“Congratulations.” He chuckled. “You’re our new bar manager. I guess I should introduce myself, name’s Jared Padalecki. I own the place.” He held out his hand and you took it in shock.
“Wait, what?” You questioned. “I came in looking for a bartender position and you’re giving me the manager position?”
“Yeah, I mean unless you don’t want it.” Jared said. “I’m in Vancouver a lot to film Supernatural so I need a good bar manager. I think that’s you.”
“No, I mean, yeah. I want it.” You stuttered. “I just wasn’t expecting it. When do you want me to start?”
“Next weekend?”
“Yeah…yeah that works.”
“Hey man. You ready?” A voice echoed behind you and you turned around, locking eyes with Jensen. “Y/N?”
“Wait..this is Y/N the girl from the hospital?” Jared questioned. “The girl you haven’t shut up about since?” Jensen shot a glare at Jared and nodded his head, swallowing thickly.
“How do you two know each other?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“We’re best friends and coworkers. More like brothers, really.” Jared explained. “We’re both on Supernatural. Have been for a long time.” Your eyes went wide for a split second at the realization that Jensen and Jared were both actors before you turned back to Jared.
“Look, if you wanna give the job to someone else I completely understand. After what I did - ”
“No.” Jared and Jensen both said, completely in sync. “The job is yours.” Jared patted your back and started to walk away. “I’m gonna leave you two alone for a few minutes.”
As soon as he was gone you turned to Jensen, crossing your arms over your chest to try and hide your nerves. “Jensen…I’m so sorry I ran out on you. I shouldn’t have done that. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”
“I’m not mad.” Jensen smiled softly. “I’m just glad you’re feelin’ better. And uh…bar manager, huh? Good thing that dick fired you. This is a much better gig.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Not as good as yours.” You chuckled. “Actor, huh? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because you didn’t know and I found it kind of refreshing. Sometimes it gets tedious when people recognize you when you’re out and just trying to get somewhere fast.” You nodded, understanding what he meant. “Look, Y/N, we’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other now that you’re workin’ here and uh…I gotta ask…will you go out with me?”
“Like a date?” You felt your heart stutter and all the insecurities in your mind come rushing back. He was an actor for fuck’s sake. He didn’t want you. He couldn’t.
“Yeah. A date.”
“Why would you wanna go on a date with me?” It was out of your mouth before you could stop it. “I’m just a bartender.”
“And?” He questioned.
“And you’re an actor.”
“Again…your point?” He raised an eyebrow and stared at you hopefully with a sense of sadness. Deep down he knew what this was about. “You think that because I’m an actor and you’re not famous somehow that it matters to me? Because it doesn’t. I wouldn’t have asked you if it did. What do ya say?”
“Ok.” You breathed, nodding weakly.
“I’ll pick you up tonight around 7?”
“Yeah…that’s good.” You nodded, trying to keep your heartbeat under control. “I’ll see you then.”
You grabbed your purse and made your way to the door, walking calmly to your car until you were out of sight then you started to run, throwing yourself into your car and speeding straight to Emma’s.
You about fell out of your car you bolted out of it so fast and ran to her front door, banging on it as hard as you could. “Emz open the fucking door!”
“Oh my god!” She flung the door open. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”
“I have a job as a bar manager and a date and I need your help because I think I’m freaking out and I don’t know what to do.” By the time you got the words out you started uncontrollably coughing, struggling to breath, tears rolling down your face as you panicked and latched on to your best friend.
She rolled her eyes at your complete meltdown and pulled you into her house, throwing you on the couch and grabbing a beer from her fridge for you. “Alright, breathe.” Em instructed. “So you got a job…at San Jac?” You nodded, sucking in a breath. “And a date…with who?”
“Jensen.” You wheezed.
“What?” Her eyes were so wide they about popped out of her head. You explained the situation to her and she pulled you up by your underarms. “We gotta get back to your place and get you ready! Come on!”
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