With All My Heart - Part 3
Word Count: 2266
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: None really. Maybe some self deprecation
A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine.
Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome
“Emz…stop. Just stop.” She was driving you insane trying to find something for you to wear. You were comfortable in jeans and a cute top but she was insisting on trying to find a dress or a skirt, which in your closet she’d never find. You’d relented enough when you let her put makeup on your face, telling you that you still looked like death warmed over and you needed it. “He would’ve told me if we were going someplace fancy.”
“He’s an actor! Of course it’s gonna be fancy!”
“He’s not like that.” You tried to reason with her but she was always somewhat unreasonable. “He’s really…normal.” You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face just thinking about him, but you quickly tried to hide it. You couldn’t let yourself fall for him so fast. Nothing ever worked out well for you, why should this?
“Hey.” Emma’s hand squeezed your shoulder and you looked up at her from where you sat on the edge of your bed. “Get out from inside your head, Y/N/N. He’s not gonna be like the other guys. I have a good feeling about this one.”
You hesitated when you heard the knock on the door, glancing back up at Emma with panic in your eyes. Emma pulled you up and clapped you on the back, pushing you towards your front door and following you out to your living room. You placed one hand on the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before you swung the door open, revealing Jensen standing there, smiling at you. “Hey.” He smiled. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks. You look great too.” He was wearing jeans and a blue button up with the first 2 buttons unbuttoned. You stepped back, allowing him into your house where he was met with Emma, who for a split second you had forgotten was there.
“Hi. I’m Emma, Y/N’s best friend.” She held out her hand and Jensen took it, introducing himself. “If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”
“Emz!” You yelled. Jensen laughed it off, smirking at her.
“I have no intention of hurting her.” Jensen promised. “And if I do, I deserve the wrath of Emma.”
“Good. Great.” Emma lunged forward, pushing you both toward the door. “Don’t keep her out too late. Don’t give her a lot of tequila. Be good, kids!” She shoved you both out the door of your own house and you laughed, shaking your head as she slammed the door in your face.
“Sorry…she’s kind of…well…a lot…psycho.” You explained. “But she’s my best friend and I kinda love her.”
“I have one of those myself.” Jensen chuckled, leading you to his waiting SUV. “You’ve met. His name is Jared.” Jensen opened your door for you and you slid inside while he made his way to the driver’s side. “I brought my SUV. Figured it might be more comfortable than the old pickup.” Jensen explained. You nodded, smiling over at him as he got inside. “So, I hope you’re ok with a bar and grill type place. I didn’t really take you for a fancy restaurant type but if you wanna change it up –“
“No. Bar and grill is exactly my style.” You smiled. “I’m not really fancy at all. You read me right.” Jensen let out what sounded like a giggle mixed with a sigh of relief. You smiled too and turned your head downward, staring at your hands for a second before picking it back up. “Hey…I just…I wanted to thank you.”
“You already have.” Jensen said. There’s nothing else to thank me for.”
“No, you don’t –“ You sighed, wondering why you were about to tell him this when you still barely knew him. “I haven’t exactly had the best luck with guys. My ex…he would’ve just let me go to the ER on my own and pass out on the floor. Or if he even went to the ER with me he would’ve let me hit the ground.”
“That’s awful. Who does that?” Jensen glanced over to you, forming a hard line with his lips.
“Not only that…he probably wouldn’t have stayed.” You continued, ignoring Jensen’s question. “None of them would’ve. So what you did…it means a lot. Nobody’s ever done anything like that for me. Especially not someone who didn’t even know me.”
“Can I be honest with you?” Jensen asked and you nodded your head, turning your eyes to look at him. His gaze was focused on the road, but whatever he had to say, you could tell he was really thinking it through. “I don’t know why I stayed. I mean, not letting you hit the ground was one thing. That’s just…common courtesy. But something about you…I dunno I just couldn’t leave. Not until I knew you were gonna be alright. It sounds kinda creepy, I know –“
“Maybe. I’m just glad you stayed. It was nice not being alone for once.”
“Me too.” Jensen smiled, pulling the SUV into the parking lot and finding a space. “Wouldn’t have gotten you out on this date if I hadn’t.”
Jensen led you inside, his large hand resting on the small of your back. He’d managed to secure the corner booth in the back, away from all the noise and the people. It was cozy and intimate, pretty much everything you could’ve asked for.
The one thing that threw you off just slightly, although you didn’t let Jensen see it, was that he didn’t order for you. All your ex boyfriends barely let you get a word in when you went to restaurants but Jensen never once tried to speak for you. His demeanor was altogether different than what you were used to. Conversation seemed to flow so easy with him. It was as if you’d known him forever.
“So…” You smirked, once you’d had a few drinks and were chewing on your dinner. “Jared said you hadn’t shut up about me since the hospital. What did he mean by that?”
Jensen’s face turned bright red and he ducked his head down, rubbing the back of his neck. “You caught that, huh?” You hummed, nodding your head and taking a sip of your drink. “Well, like I said I couldn’t leave until I knew you were alright. Then I drove you home because I didn’t want you to faint again at the wheel or something.”
“Right.” You nodded.
“Apparently Jared had stopped by the house and I wasn’t there so he sent me a text but I didn’t answer right away because I was dropping you off.” Jensen explained. “So I kinda had to tell him where I was. I mentioned you and I might’ve…” He trailed off, clearing his throat in embarrassment.
“You might’ve what?” You giggled and slapped his arm. “Come on, Jens, tell me.”
“I told him I thought you were beautiful, alright?” Jensen chuckled to himself. “And I was really hoping you’d call. Then you didn’t and you ran out on me…I kept telling him I was gonna stop by your house to see if you were doing ok but I didn’t because I didn’t wanna freak you out more but then I saw you in the doctor’s office this morning –“
“That was you!” You exclaimed. “I heard your name but I didn’t see you so I thought it had to be a last name.”
“No, it was me.” Jensen admitted. “Then I saw you in the bar and I had to take the chance.”
“If it’s any consolation, I was gonna call you but I didn’t think you’d want to talk to me after I ran out.” You confessed. “Emz yelled at me to call you and I stared at your number for probably…hours…but I was too scared. But I guess it worked out, right?”
“Guess it did.” Jensen smirked. “You want dessert? We can share something.”
“Yeah, I’d love dessert.” You said. “Get whatever you want.”
“No.” Jensen chuckled. “C’mere.” He scooted you closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sliding the menu between you both. You felt your heart skip a beat and cursed yourself, hoping he didn’t feel it too. It was too early to be this attached to him, but you couldn’t stop it. Something about him had sucked you in from the start. “I get the feeling whatever douchebags you used to date used to do that thing where they’d order for you to try to make themselves look cool, am I right?”
“Yeah.” You whispered, voice breaking a little.
“That’s not gonna happen with me.” He said with some force behind it. “If we’re gonna share dessert we’re gonna find something we both like.”
After dessert, he drove you home, slower than the speed limit. He didn’t want the night to end anymore than you did. When he pulled up in your driveway and walked you to your door, you both stood there, staring at each other for several seconds before either of you said anything. “You can come in…you know…if you want.” You stuttered a bit, half of you hoping he would and the other half hoping he wouldn’t.
“It’s late.” He smiled. “I’d love to but I should get home. I promised Jared I’d help him with some bar stuff at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow.” At first it felt like rejection but then he grabbed your hand and pulled you slightly closer. “When can I see you again?”
“I don’t start working for Jared until next weekend so I’m pretty free.” You shrugged. You hoped it didn’t sound as desperate to him as it did to you as soon as it came out of your mouth, but if it did he didn’t seem to mind.
“Tomorrow then?”
“Yeah.” You smiled. “Tomorrow’s great.” Jensen leaned down and placed a quick but lingering kiss on your cheek, just to the side of your lips. Everything in you wanted to grab him and pull him back down to your lips but you didn’t. Not on the first date.
“Seeya tomorrow.” You couldn’t see the smile that lit up Jensen’s face when he turned away and made his way back to his SUV, but it was certainly there. He’d wanted to pull you in for another kiss just as badly as you wanted to pull him back, but like you, he didn’t want to overstep on the first date.
As soon as you were in your house you expected to find Emz still inside, but you were shocked to see she’d gone home. You honestly expected her to be in her old bedroom. The two of you had been roommates when you first moved to Austin together, having known each other since you were children. She’d only just moved out recently when she saved up enough money for her own house.
You checked your phone for what you realized was the first time all night, finding a bunch of texts from her instead. You giggled and threw your phone on the bed, getting ready for bed and grabbing some antacids for the heartburn you were feeling from the ton of food you ate before crawling into bed and calling her.
“Finally.” She sighed. “Where have you been young lady?”
“With Jensen.” You replied. “Just got home and crawled in bed.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, alone, you filthy whore. It’s the first date.” You laughed. “God, Emz.” You filled her in on how everything went, down to the last detail, just like she demanded. She had to know every single thing, including what you ate and what color the damn napkins on the table were.
“And?” She questioned. “How do you feel? About him, I mean.”
“Different.” You admitted. “He’s different than anyone else I’ve ever dated, Emz. I ordered my own food. We shared a dessert we both liked. We talked but he actually gave a shit what I had to say, like he was actually interested in my life. He didn’t use me for sex. I invited him in and he said no, that he’d see me tomorrow.”
“Does he have a twin?”
“I don’t think so.” You giggled, pressing your face into your pillows and sighing. “Do you believe in fate?”
“Sometimes.” She answered honestly. “Why?”
“He catches me in the hospital and he stays…I told you why he said he stayed…then we meet in Starbucks, then I run away from him and probably shouldn’t ever see him again but he sees me in the doctor’s office, and then we run into each other in his best friend’s bar where I just happen to get a job.” You rambled. “That can’t just all be coincidence, right? It’s like…fate.”
“Maybe.” Emma yawned. “I hope so. You deserve someone like him.”
“We’ll talk tomorrow. It’s late.” You yawned, after hearing Emma’s yawn. “Love you, Emz.”
“You too.” She answered before hanging up. You were about to plug your phone in for the night when you saw a text notification and quickly opened it.
Jensen: You’re probably asleep already, but I wanted to tell you goodnight, beautiful.
You stared at the message for several seconds, smiling at the sweetness of it before you could even start to respond.
Y/N: Not asleep yet. Couldn’t go to sleep without talking to Emma first, she’d never forgive me. Goodnight, J.
When you found yourself starting to fall asleep with your phone still in your hand and a smile on your face, you knew you were screwed. You were falling for him. Hard. There was absolutely no denying it now, but maybe you didn’t want to.
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