Summary: The morning after their drunken night doesn’t exactly go the way Jensen had hoped. Once they part ways, sure to never see each other again, Y/N and Jensen contemplate what the night meant to each of them and seek out their closest friends for some guidance. That’s when one friend decides to take fate into their own hands and give the two a nudge.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader; Jared x Jensen (BFF); Reader x Jill (OFC BFFs)
Words: 9K - Ok, I know it's long. I DID NOT intend for this to happen. But it did, so I apologize. I sorta hate myself for it but, it is what it is. I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: Smut, Oral (receiving), language, 18+ only
Square filled: Chick Flick Moment
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The morning light came through the sheer curtains well before you were ready to actually wake up. You felt the bed move beside you, and your hungover brain tried to recapture the hours leading up to putting you, naked, in a stranger’s bed.
As the memories surfaced, you smiled. Yes… Jensen, you thought and felt an arm slide across your abdomen. The whiskers from his beard tickled your neck as he nuzzled into you, and the silky flesh of his semi-erected cock poked at your rear, as his legs tangled with yours.
“Good morning to you, too,” you rasped, your throat feeling rough and dry from a long night of drinking and sex.
Jensen groaned and then mumbled something that sounded like a good morning. It was hard to tell since his mouth was buried in your hair, but you didn’t mind. You liked how he felt against you. Your stomach growled loudly, leaving him unable to repress a snicker.
“Hungry?”
“A little. You?”
“Ravenous.”
He slowly rolled you over, so you were facing him, his face still soft from sleep. Jensen brushed the hair off your cheek and kissed you sweetly. He pushed himself up, hovering over you, then bent down to kiss your neck down to your breasts. Moving down your body, he positioned himself between your legs and left a lingering kiss on the hood of your sex. Your hands instinctively went into his hair and nudged him down a bit further. He growled with pleasure, and pushed your thighs further apart with his hands, wrapping his arms up and under your ass.
“Best breakfast ever,” he muttered before burying his face in the depths of your thighs.
Jensen used his tongue to taste all of you. He’d done it once the night before, but by that time you’d been worn from all that had come before it, you weren’t able to fully appreciate just how good he was. The harder you gripped his hair, the rougher he became until your legs were shaking from his relentless assault and begging for relief.
He sat up and wiped his face on the corner of the sheet. His devious smile told you he wasn’t done, and you were fine with that. You couldn’t get enough of him, nor he of you. A full night mixed with sex and sleep, and you were left still wanting more the second it was over.
You called him to come towards you with the slow motion of your finger. He obeyed, getting close and kissing you deeply. Your arms wrapped around him, moving his hips down so the tip of his cock dipped into the warmth of your release; allowing him to slip right into you.
Jensen inhaled sharply. “Fuck…” he moaned and gradually began to move in and out of you. No rush now, no desperation. Just slow, measured movements that could eventually drive you mad, but in the best way possible. This wasn’t just sex, this was what people meant when they called it making love.
Jensen laid down some of his weight on top of you, hanging his head into your neck. Your nails clung to the flesh of his back, digging in with each thrust upward as he hit your sweet spot. Your bodies moved together flawlessly, in perfect sync and when he reached his peak, he pulled out but kept kissing you as if it was all that was keeping him alive. His hand was cradling the back of your neck, his thumb extended out and caressing your jaw. When he finally pulled away, grazing his teeth against your lower lip, he gazed down at you with an expression you couldn’t read. It was soft, yet powerful, full of energy that both excited and scared the shit of you.
How could two people who didn’t even know each other reach such a level of intimacy?
“Sorry, I just woke up, felt you next to me, and needed to remind myself that last night wasn’t a dream.”
He laid back down next to you but moved over and pulled you out of the way of the soiled sheet. It was the little things like that he’d been doing all night long that stood out to you. Never once, other than the act of sex itself, did he get rough or crude with you. When you weren’t in the middle of it, he was a perfectly sweet gentleman; always making sure you were ok, asking if you needed or wanted anything.
Jensen was generous and kind, but anytime that the lust became too much, he worked overtime to make you feel a way like no one ever had. He was just as intoxicating as the whiskey had been.
“Don’t ever apologize for waking me up like that. You, sir, are a-fucking-mazing.”
Jensen blushed a little and fell onto his back. He laid his arms over his head and nodded for you to come closer. You settled into the crook of his arm and thought to yourself how nicely you seemed to fit next to him.
“Well, I’m glad I could wake you up with a smile. I certainly hope I get the chance to do that again. If you’re game, that is.”
“I wouldn’t hate it.”
“Good,” he sighed happily.
“However, and as much as I have loved being in this bed with you, a shower and some breakfast would be amazing right now.”
You reluctantly pushed yourself up on the bed and he quickly followed. “Whoa, where are you going?” he asked. “I have a shower here. Hell, we can shower together. Then go grab breakfast downstairs.”
“Hotel showers are not big enough for two,” you snickered while crawling over him to get out of bed. He tried to hold you back, but reluctantly let you go. As you were gathering your clothes off the floor, he sat up with the sheet wrapped around his waist.
“Then we can go one at a time, just… don’t leave.” There was a hint of concern in his tone that made you curious.
“Why? I’m just running back to my room. I’m definitely game for breakfast, I just need a shower first and a change of clothes.”
“I can call housekeeping. Ask them to bring your stuff up for you,” he offered but seemed to already know your answer.
“Jensen, I promise, it’s not a big deal. I’ll just run down, take a quick shower and come back up. Then we can go get breakfast, and even go on the distillery tour together if you want. I know you said its business—”
He reached out from the bed, grabbed your waist, and pulled you down to sit on his lap. “I do want that, very much. What I don’t want is you to leave.”
“What are you so worried about? Afraid I’ll get lost on my way back? I know where my room is, promise,” you winked and held up Boy Scout's salute. “Room 512. Still got my key and everything.” But he didn’t smile. In fact, his face was drawn into a concern which made you slightly worried. “Seriously, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, Y/N. I just got this feeling that if you go right now, you won’t be back. Guess I’m not ready for this to be over yet.”
‘This?’ you thought, ‘What is THIS, anyway?’
“I can’t imagine anything stopping me, Jensen. I really like you, I really like being with you. And I really want to keep spending time with you. I didn’t expect to share this vacation with anyone, but now that I’ve met you, I don’t want to share it with anyone else.”
Jensen ran his hand through your hair, and gently guided your mouth to his for a kiss. “Ok. Just be quick, huh? I’ll shower and get dressed. Meet you in the lobby in a half-hour?”
You nodded and chuckled. “Make it forty-five minutes. Gotta make sure I look good for you.”
“Honey, you’re more beautiful to me, completely stripped down with nothing on at all.”
“Perv,” you teased, kissed his cheek, and got up off his lap. “I’ll see you soon.”
Jensen watched you get dressed and gather your things from where he was sat on the bed; only getting up and cinching the sheet tighter around him as you got closer to the door. You made sure you had your purse and turned to wave goodbye. You were struck at how sad he looked and suddenly wondered if you should leave. Brushing it off, you blew him a kiss and headed out to your room.
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He watched her go and he hated it. If he was being honest, he kind of hated himself more after he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. He looked fifty shades of hungover and exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
“Jesus,” he grumbled and let the sheet fall to the floor before heading towards the bathroom.
Jensen turned on the shower faucets and let the bathroom steam up before slipping into the shower. Letting the water slip down his back, he rolled out his neck to try and work out the tension that crept in overnight. Not that he minded, it was a damn good night.
He smiled. He liked her. A lot. She was fun and though they didn’t talk about too many overly personal details, she seemed miles apart from the other women he dated. Now that the whiskey had worn off, he wanted to get to know her better. Really get to know her.
Pressing his hands against the cool tile of the shower, he hung his head and replayed the previous night’s events. He had tried to be cool, take it easy and just have a few drinks with her. But the minute he held her close while dancing and got up close and personal with the scent of her skin, it was like a switch was flipped and he just had to have her.
It hadn’t been just the sex, either. As he went about lathering his body and washing his hair, Jensen tried to pinpoint exactly what he found so intoxicating about her. When he finally washed out the last of the shampoo, he realized… it was everything. He couldn’t get enough of her voice, how she smelled, her laugh, her smile. The way she spoke, and kissed…
“Come on, man. She’s just a girl. Stop acting like a lovesick idiot. It was one damn night.”
He wiped his hand across the foggy mirror and stared at himself for a solid couple of minutes. “You need to proceed with caution. Don’t get so wrapped up in something you’re not prepared for. A lot on your plate, buddy. And now I am calling myself, buddy,” he hung his head and shook it slowly, annoyed at himself. “Get your shit together. Get dressed and go have breakfast with a pretty girl. Worry about the rest, later.”
Satisfied with his post-shower pep talk, he tied a towel tightly around his waist and went to get dressed.
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The minute you hit the elevator bank, you whipped out your phone and texted Jill.
I’m alive.
Bout time! Was getting worried.
Sorry, long nite
I bet! Worth it?
YES. The phone gonna die details forthcoming!
No sooner did you hit send, did the screen go dark and your phone, lifeless. Stuffing it back into your purse, the elevator arrived, and you went back to your room. Once back in there, you fell onto your bed and just closed your eyes. As you laid there, Jensen’s face floating through your mind; not how he looked last night, but the expression he wore this morning as you were leaving and you suddenly wished you hadn’t left him after all.
He was too good to be true. One perfect night together, and he seemed to want more… he was sexy and sweet, he could make you laugh while simultaneously sweeping you off your feet. He was a gentleman, too. There were so few men left in the world like him, you found it somewhat surprising that one came crashing into your orbit.
“I still cannot believe that happened,” you mused quietly to yourself before sitting up and catching sight of yourself in the mirror. Your hair looked as if it hadn’t seen a brush in days, and faint stains of makeup encased your eyes. “Yikes. This is what he saw this morning… oof.”
You grabbed the remote, flipped on the news for some background noise, and haphazardly tossed it on the nightstand, then continued going about gathering what you needed for a shower. With everything laid out on the still freshly made bed, you finally made your way into the blissfully hot shower, which you enjoyed for a bit longer than you intended to.
You spent most of that time trying to imagine how he would look when you met up with him. Replaying the events of the night before, you were already starting to get turned on again and wondered if he would be up for another round after breakfast.
By the time you stepped out and began drying off, almost all of your requested forty-five minutes had gone by. The bedside clock was flashing twelve so that was of no help. You went for your cell to check the time, remembered it was powerless, and grabbed the remote again to see if you could find a channel that had a time stamp on it. As you were standing there in nothing, but a towel tied around you and breezing through channels, you saw a familiar face flash by, and froze.
Clicking back, you stopped again and felt the strength leave your knees. There on the television was Jensen. He looked different, though, a little younger perhaps and clean-shaven. But it was him; there was no mistaking his voice or that smile. All thoughts about the time left and you felt yourself blindly search for the edge of the bed, so you could sit before you fell.
The program played on, and as it ended, another began, you saw the title sequence and the name of the show. You saw his name flash on the bottom of the screen and sat in stunned silence as you processed the fact that the man you spent the night with was much more than a director. Much more.
Slowly, almost as if on auto-pilot, you grabbed your phone again, found its charger, and plugged it in. Once it powered back up, you navigated to the browser and began typing in Jensen Ross and it auto-filled to Jensen Ross Ackles. Your heart stopped.
“Holy shit,” you rasped and plopped back down to the bed. Swallowing thickly, you hit ‘search’ and watched the results come through. What you saw was staggering. This wasn’t just any show or any actor. This was a cult hit that had been on for years and the man you just slept with was one of its’ stars.
You immediately began to feel stupid and chastised yourself for not knowing or putting the pieces together. There wasn’t too much time for television in your life, and while that was true, you still felt like maybe you should have known.
“How could he not say anything, though? I mean…” you trailed off with your thoughts and tried to understand how or why he didn’t tell you when you were having dinner, or even later once you’d gone to bed with him.
A million different scenarios were playing out concurrently, none of which helped to settle the steam of embarrassment and anger that was rising. You couldn’t take your eyes off the screen, the more time that went on, the more you were feeling confused and hurt. Before you knew it, another set of credits were rolling, and the channel was advertising yet another episode during its daily morning marathon of Supernatural.
A knock at the door broke you out of the trace. You knew it would be him. He must have been waiting downstairs a long time, somewhere in the back of your mind you’d considered that. However, at the moment you didn’t care. Right now, you were just feeling hurt and didn’t know what to say to him.
Your hand hovered over the doorknob, debating on whether you should answer. He knocked again, and exhaled slowly, turning the knob even slower.
“Hey,” he said, greeting you with a warm smile that fell the moment he realized you were still in your towel. “Not that I mind this look on you, but, I thought you were coming down to breakfast.”
You didn’t say anything, just stepped aside to give him room to come in. It only took a minute for him to realize what was on the television once he walked in a bit further.
Jensen’s face dropped. “I was gonna tell you over breakfast—”
“Just, stop. I should have known you were too perfect. That there was something… I almost get why you didn’t bring it up at dinner. Or, maybe you just assumed I did know who you were and just went along with the charade, so I could get a free meal or get you into bed? I—I don’t know. This could have all been acting. Right? That’s your thing… right? You’re an actor.” You could feel yourself starting to spiral, but you couldn’t stop. You felt so many things, it was hard to make sense of anything at that moment.
“Or, maybe, you liked the idea that I am an idiot and didn’t know who you were… an easier target, maybe? Someone you could have a one-night fling with, without worrying that I might tell a tabloid or something even worse?”
“No, no, that’s not fair,” he said firmly. “Yes, I should have told you. And, yeah… it was nice being with someone who didn’t know who I was. But it’s not for the reasons you think.”
“It doesn’t matter, Jensen,” you said flatly.
“It matters to me!” he barked, and immediately reigned it in when he saw you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I should have told you when I realized you didn’t know me,” he sighed, his tone went softer, “Can you forgive me?”
“I think you should just go,” you replied quietly and looked down at the floor, only now realizing you were still just in your towel. Despite how you’d just spent the night with him, you were suddenly very self-conscious and wanted him to leave.
“Y/N, I like you. I don’t want this to end—”
You shook your end and took a step back. “I really need you to leave right now, please.”
He saw something in your face that caused him to relent without a fight. “Alright. Alright, I’ll go. But, please, call me upstairs before you leave, ok? I wanna talk about this.”
You didn’t say anything as you walked around to the furthest side of the bed and waited for him to leave.
“For what it’s worth, last night meant a lot. I really hope you change your mind and come to find me whenever it is you feel ready to.” With that, he left the room, guiding the door shut so it didn’t slam. When you heard the soft click of the handle letting go, you threw yourself onto the bed and cried.
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The car pulled up in front of the widespread ranch of your best friend’s home. The huge wrap-around porch was all decked out in Autumn decorations which would normally make you feel happy, but not after what had just happened in Lynchburg. Instead of going straight home after you picked yourself up from crying, you packed up, checked out early, and headed straight for Jill’s house.
Jensen had left a note with the desk clerk for you, but you didn’t open it. You considered throwing it away but knew your emotions were running high and decided to just stuff it deep into your suitcase. Some time with your oldest friend was just what you needed to talk everything out and get another opinion on everything that happened.
Jill greeted you with open arms and immediately brought you into the study where she had a fire blazing in the fireplace and a cup of hot chocolate in your hands within minutes. She sat silently and listened to you lay out everything that transpired over the course of your evening with Jensen. When you arrived at the moment when you called her crying, she sat back against the couch and expelled a breath.
“I am speechless. I mean… I knew you’d come back with a story but damn, woman.”
You raised your brows and nodded, “Tell me about it.”
“So, what now? Never see him again? Do you really, really believe that he was in any way being disingenuous with his interest in you?
“I don’t know. I don’t want to think so, but I can’t get past how stupid I feel to even think about it. I feel dumb and oblivious. That’s on me.”
“Stop. You’re not going to know every single television and movie star in the world, are you? Especially when that sort of thing isn’t in your wheelhouse. You’ve never followed Hollywood or kept up with tv. So, why are you being so hard on yourself?”
“I don’t know!” you shouted, the frustration building finally pouring out. “Why couldn’t he just have been a director? Why did he have to be this, too?”
“So that’s what it is? It’s not that he didn’t tell you what he did, it’s his actual profession that bothers you most?”
“I suddenly feel like you should be over there with a clipboard and I should be paying you by the hour,” you joked, trying to take the sting out of the conversation.
“Oh sweetie, you’ve been raking up a bill with me for years. Hush now, let the grown-up talk.”
You rolled your eyes and flashed her the middle finger while sipping at your hot chocolate.
“I’m being serious, Y/N. If it is the fact that he is a well-known television star, you have to ask yourself why that bothers you. And honestly, none of this is relevant if there isn’t a reason to look deeper.”
You looked at her curiously, not fully catching her meaning.
Jill got up from her spot on the couch, sat right next to you, and patted your knee. “If you truly never want to see him again, then why even continue having this crisis? Let it go and move on. But, if you can’t do that, the question you really need to ask is, are there feelings here? So what if it was a drunk night hook-up? The real deal could stem from that. Why not? From what you told me, I think there’s a very good chance that he’s feeling a certain kinda way and you may be, possibly, overreacted and should give the guy a break.”
“I hate you,” you sighed wearily and rested your head on her shoulder.
“I know,” she tutted and rested her head back against yours. “I know.”
For the next couple of days, you debated on doing any more research on him, or even opening his note. You tried to convince yourself he was nothing more than a one-night stand and because he was who he was, could never be anything more. There was no way you could be some tv star’s girlfriend; that wasn’t your life. So better to just break ties now, regardless of the feelings you were having.
After all, they couldn’t be real, could they?
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Two weeks after Lynchburg, Jensen finally arrived back in Vancouver. The break did him good, he needed to regroup before heading back to work. Having these smaller, more frequent breaks was necessary for both him and Jared, but he was happy to be back in his home away from home.
Jared had just gotten into town the night before and they agreed to meet up for a few beers at their favorite local pub. The air was chilly as the sun dipped down into the west, setting dust loose across Vancouver. Jensen pulled up the zipper on his coat as the brisk breeze hit his face once he exited the Jeep and headed into the bar.
He saw his best friend sat at the far corner spot and raised a hand in greeting. They had a brief and welcoming embrace before settling onto their stools.
“Been a while, man. How was the flight back?”
“Bumpy, but alright,” Jensen replied and waved down the bartender. “Yours?”
“Same. Got in late, crashed right away.”
The guy behind the bar took their orders and went about getting their beer. Jared chatted on idly about his few weeks off and Jensen listened intently, asking about Gen and the kids, but the expression he wore was easily deciphered by his best friend.
“Alright, spill it,” Jared said and placed down a tip on the bar once the drinks were delivered.
“Spill what?”
“Don’t be obtuse. What’s going on with you?”
Jensen rolled his eyes and took a swig from his icy mug. A crowd of people burst through the pub door and circled around to near where they were sat. He noticed an empty booth right next to the end of the bar and motioned for them to move over there. The moment they did, the crowd filled in their places at the bar now obscuring any view of the bartender.
“Come on man, talk to me,” Jared nudged.
Jensen was about to open his mouth, but two girls approached them, giggling and asking for their respective autographs. They obliged the girls and thanked them for being fans. Once they walked away, Jensen turned back to Jared and just shook his head.
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“You’re full of shit is what you are. I know it’s a bit loud in here, but come on, tell me what’s stirring the pot?”
“Ok, fine.” Jensen leaned forward a bit and noticed another person approaching the table. The guy bypassed their table went and leaned against the wall, talking to one of the people that took their spot at the bar. When he was certain they wouldn’t be bothered again, he continued, “… you remember when I said I had to reschedule on Lynchburg because they were holding off on tours due to maintenance?”
Jared nodded and shrugged. “Yeah, what about it?”
“I lied. I left early cause I did something stupid.”
Jared gave him a chastising look. “What? How stupid?”
“I met a girl…”
“And?” Jared asked a little nervously.
“And, I blew it.”
Jared was taken aback and sat up straighter in the booth. “You what? Did you blow it? What does that mean?”
“It means, I met a girl, liked her a lot, and I blew it with her in a matter of about fifteen hours. Gotta be a new record, right?”
“What the hell happened?”
“Doesn’t matter now, she won’t talk to me.”
“Well, I think it does matter, Jay. I haven’t talked to you, really, in two weeks. That alone is just straight-up weird. Then, when we finally get a night to hang out, catch up, you can barely focus ‘cause you’re hung up on a girl you hung out with for less than one day? In this case dude, details matter. So, start at the beginning and leave no stone unturned.”
“You may regret that,” Jensen teased and raised his beer to his lips with a smirk.
Jared sighed. “Part of me already does.”
“The gist of it all is… I liked her. She was different, man,” Jensen paused, his face softening at the memory of her, “she was the kind of girl that makes you ask yourself, is this the girl I could spend forever with. But she’s gone now. Got pissed at me and took off. She’s my Cinderella, only she forgot to drop a slipper or something. I really think we could’ve been something special.”
Jared offered him a sympathetic smile and was about to reply when the guy leaning against the wall right near the booth gasped excitedly. They both looked at him curiously and with a bit more than a little frustration.
“Hey, let’s get out of here, huh? Talk more back at the apartment,” Jared suggested and swallowed a good amount of his beer.
“Yeah, good idea. This place just got super crowded and honestly, I can’t deal with it right now.”
They left the mugs on the table and made a quick exit to the Jeep parked out front. Once inside they had the driver take them back to Jensen’s apartment for a quieter evening. After getting settled in, they ordered some food and Jensen grabbed two bottles from the fridge, snapped them both open, and handed one to Jared.
He told him the whole story, from finding her at his table to her asking him to leave the next morning. Jared listened intently, watching Jensen’s body language and interpreting his friend’s tone and expressions as he talked. When he was done, Jared leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked Jensen right in the eyes.
“Dude, you’re fucked,” he chuckled and shook his head. “If you could have seen yourself talk about this girl.”
“I wasn’t looking for that to happen. I was perfectly content that night just to eat and go to bed. That had been the plan.”
“So now what?”
“Now, nothing. I left my info for her at the front desk, but I don’t know if she got it. Hell, she could’ve thrown it out the second they handed it to her. I only know her last name because the desk clerk mentioned it when I asked to leave the note for her.”
“So, you have a first and last name, do you not know how the internet works?” Jared teased again earning him a dirty look.
“Yes, I know how the internet works,” he retorted sarcastically, “I’ve looked, alright. After I left Tennessee I went back home to see my folks for a bit. Just hung out, tried to clear my head. After a couple of days, I got curious and looked her up, couldn’t find any online profiles anywhere that seemed to match hers. It almost feels like she didn’t actually exist.”
“And she took off just because she felt like you lied about who you were and what you do.”
Jensen nodded. “Yup. Wouldn’t really let me explain, just didn’t want to talk about it,” he frowned. “I tried to say screw it, it was what it was… a night of great sex and a no strings attached departure the next day. Can’t ask for more than that, right?”
“Except…?”
“Except that it didn’t work and all I do is think and wonder about her.”
“The sex was that good?”
Jensen gave him the look that said, dude, you don’t even know. “But that’s not all it was. Sure, the first time or two was purely…” he gestured vaguely, and Jared nodded in understanding. “But then, I don’t know, it wasn’t. It was deeper.”
“Dude,” Jared laughed again, “as I said before, you’re fucked.”
“Thanks, thanks for that. So, tell me, oh wise one, what now?”
“Well, clearly you have more than casual feelings about this girl, so I think you have to do whatever you can do to find her. And, if I can help, you know I will.”
Jensen smiled humbly, “I appreciate that I do.”
The doorbell buzzed, signaling the arrival of their food. Jared stood up and went to retrieve it while Jensen worked on his second beer of the night, Y/N fresh in his mind as she usually was these days. He missed her. That was the hardest part, how much he just wanted to see and talk to her again; how badly he wanted to kiss her again.
He just hoped that he’d get the chance to do one of those again, someday.
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A month had gone by since that weekend in Lynchburg, and nothing really felt good. Your luggage was still sitting waiting to be unpacked, which you’d been avoiding solely so you didn’t have to face Jensen’s note or how stupid you felt about your overreaction ended everything so abruptly.
When you finally worked up the courage to do so, you slowly unzipped the lid and flipped it open. Sorting out the clothes into piles, you began to feel a little nervous that you couldn’t find the paper. By the time you reached the shoes, you were tossing things out, left and right feeling slightly desperate that it was nowhere to be seen.
You looked through everything several times and when you realized it was gone, you felt an enormous wave of sadness come over you. The realization that you’d never know what his last words were, or if he included his number, hit you hard.
You’d already spent the last couple of weeks thinking about him non-stop. Anytime you pushed his memory away, it came back with a vengeance. Jensen was in your dreams, interrupting your workdays, and intruded on you while in the shower. The worst, though, was in those moments right before sleep when you laid down at night. He’d linger there, hovering over you so close sometimes you imagined the warmth of him beside you.
“This is my own fucking fault,” you whined to the empty room, trying not to cry. “My own damn fault. I should have just opened it right there. I should have just let him explain and not been so crazy about it.”
Once again, you called Jill. She’d have something sarcastic to say, and you’d laugh, but somehow you knew it would help. She picked up on the third ring, but when you explained what happened, she wasn’t sarcastic at all. In fact, she was beyond sympathetic and eager to help you feel better.
“Remember when I mentioned taking a trip? Well, screw it, let’s go now to get your mind off everything. I have a writer’s convention I have to attend in Nashville. Come with me. I know it's not tropical, but we can have a damn good time. What do you say?”
It only took you a second to agree and she was ecstatic. “This will be fun! We go next weekend, ok? Pack casual, comfortable, and some cute stuff, too. I promise this is going to be a great time.”
When you ended the call, you reluctantly went back to cleaning up and came across the shirt you were wearing the night you met Jensen. You brought it to your nose, and you could still smell traces of his cologne mixed with a hint of whiskey. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you held onto the garment closely and squeezed your eyes shut. You pictured him hovering over you, smiling like a fool and singing the lines to Tennessee Whiskey, and how he hummed along to Angel Eyes while you danced. How could you have seen him that way, and then thought for one second how any of what you shared with him had been forced.
You wished you could have the chance to dance with him again. Mostly, you just wanted the opportunity to apologize and kiss him one more time.
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You and Jill arrived in Nashville early on a Saturday morning. Once you got to the hotel and checked in, you had a flash of Deja vu as you rode the elevator and got settled into your room.
It felt like Lynchburg all over again. Your stomach was rumbling, and you craved a stiff drink. You suggested finding a place to get both, and that’s when she sat down on her bed and asked you to sit down across from her.
You did so, cautiously, suddenly nervous about what was happening. “You’re sort of freaking me out, what the hell is going on?”
“Please don’t be mad at me…” she said, her voice very serious and calm. “I did something shitty, but with good reason. So, just promise me you’ll hear me out before you get mad.”
“Alright…”
“I lied to you. We aren’t here for a writer’s conference. There’s a fan convention in Nashville this weekend for Supernatural and Jensen is going to be there. They have them all over the country and I figured depending on when you were ready to face all this, I would bring you to one and we could do it together.”
“So, you brought me here to see him on purpose? Are you trying to murder me?”
“No,” she laughed and switched beds to sit next to you. “I’m trying to help you get out of your own way. He wants to see you!”
You snorted a laugh in disbelief. “And you know this how?”
Jill went to her suitcase and retrieved a popular entertainment magazine. Flipping towards the back, she folded it over and held it out to you. “I was in the bookstore the other day looking for a trade magazine for the old man. He’s rebuilding the bike and wanted some new parts, anyway… I saw this sitting there and saw your boyfriend’s name on the cover…”
You flashed her a sarcastic look, but she ignored you and continued.
“Well, lo and behold what do I see while flipping around? This. Look down at the gossip section there. Right there, in black and white… read it.” She tapped her finger and you read the passage.
“The one that got away?…
…One of our reporters was in a popular Vancouver nightclub a few nights ago, when he spotted the infamous J2 from Supernatural conversing over a few beers.
Wanna know what one Winchester said to the other?
So do we! Unfortunately, they left before we could get a real scoop, but from what our guy heard, it appears the very single Jensen Ackles has his own personal Cinderella story! Met the perfect girl, but alas, she got away! How sad! He was very clearly overheard telling Jared, that “…She’s my Cinderella. I really think we could’ve been something special…” Right after that, the pair took off in a hurry, surely to carry on that conversation in a more private setting! So, come on, Cinderella! Make yourself known!”
The magazine slowly fell from your hand and to the floor with a whoosh. You looked up at Jill who was now wearing a satisfied smirk.
“You can be mad if you want. BUT, remember that I know you. If I told you any of this while back home, I would never have gotten you to come with me. You need to be here. Even if you don’t talk to him now. You needed to this and see him in his element in the area that scares you the most. See if you can handle it. Then, talk to him if you choose to. You owe it to yourself to find out if you could handle this and him.”
She bent down and picked up the magazine, tossed it on top of your suitcase, and without saying another word, quietly left the room.
You picked it up and read it again. Then again, and then one more time. Shaking your head, you threw it on her bed and roughly opened your suitcase, throwing the lid open with force. From inside the lining of the lid, a small white piece of paper was poking through a rip in the fabric. Your heart stopped, but your hand reached out for it and knew immediately what it was.
The missing note.
You ripped the envelope from its hiding place and opened it quickly, hands trembling. Inside was one folded piece of paper that read:
Y/N,
I’m sorry if you feel like I deceived you. It wasn’t with the intent to hurt you in any way. Last night was not something I will ever regret. I hope one day you believe that and maybe want to see where this could go. If not, just know you’re not someone I’ll ever be able to forget. Ever.
Always,
-J.
Beneath his name was a phone number and a small heart. You clutched it close to your chest and exhaled unevenly. You knew now that you made a mistake that he truly was on the level. But was it too late? It had been a month, and that magazine snippet was at least a week old. Maybe he’d moved on, met someone else. Maybe he’s over it, and you… maybe, maybe, maybe. The thoughts were swirling like that they did the morning after you met him, but you cut them off immediately and refused to listen to their uncertainty.
You decided you needed to see him and considered calling him right then. But you thought about what Jill said, and she was right. You wanted to just be able to see him again, experience a little of his world first before letting him know you were in town.
When Jill returned, she explained due to the last-minute nature of the trip, she could only get tickets into Sunday’s panels. She heard about the hotel bar having Karaoke and that some of the talents there come down to sing along. So, you started down there, hoping to catch sight of Jensen. Though he never made an appearance, you and Jill were able to chat up some super fans and get to hear their impressions on both the characters of the show and actors, including Jensen.
Being among his show’s fans, you saw his face everywhere. On shirts, on bags, tattoos—it was overwhelming. But then you saw how people talked about him, his character, the show itself, his co-stars, and the overwhelming anxiety morphed into overwhelming adoration. How you could ever think this man had taken advantage of you… it made you feel ridiculous.
The night wore on and there was no sign of Jensen. But you certainly heard plenty of people talking about him and the concert he’d been a part of earlier that afternoon. They were lucky enough to have been in the panel room for it and excitedly whipped out her phone to share the video.
You sat up and watched the video streaming from the girls’ phone. Your heart nearly stopping when you saw Jensen on stage with the band.
“This is from today?” you asked, the words nearly catching in your throat.
“Mhm,” the girl said, “They were just playing around, and Jensen came out for a few songs. I cannot believe he sang Whiskey, I nearly died!”
“Whiskey?” you asked curiously.
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“Tennessee Whiskey, have you heard him sing it? It’s pure heaven,” she sighed dreamily and handed you her phone. “Here, experience it for yourself!”
You hit play and Jill closed in on you to watch, too. You watched his face as he shared the song with a couple of other guys. Their arrangement was beautiful, and anytime Jensen opened his mouth to sing, you wanted to cry. He looked so sad, so out of sorts, but still managed to sing it so wonderfully. You thanked her and handed the phone back to the girl before it was even over, to try and hide the swell of emotion that wanted to wash you away.
When you left the bar that night, you took one look at her and felt the weight of regret sitting heavily on your chest. “Jill, I fucked up, bad.”
“No, you didn’t. You had a reaction and that makes you human. Come on, let’s go back, get some sleep, and tomorrow you’ll get to actually see him again.”
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The following afternoon, you and Jill had taken a couple of seats in the back of the large auditorium where the panel stage was. She thought you should move closer, you wanted to be able to stay invisible. But as the theater filled up, your options became limited, so you stayed where you were.
Suddenly the lights dimmed, and music played over the loudspeaker. The panel was starting, and you wanted to run away again, but didn’t. Forcing yourself to stay put, you waited with bated breath through the introductions as the room erupted into screams and applause.
Then, there he was. Less than a hundred feet in front of you, Jensen was on stage, smiling and waving at the crowd. When he and his co-star started talking, the whole room went silent and hung on every word they said. You sat, frozen, watching the panel take place, unable to take your eyes off him. He was gregarious in his storytelling and engaging with his partner on stage and the room was enamored.
On the aisle next to you, you saw people lining up at microphone stands, and you knew what you needed to do.
“Wish me luck,” you whispered.
“What are you doing?” she asked in an excited whisper.
“I have a question to ask,” you replied with a shrug and turned to go and get in line.
The volunteer cut the line off right after you claimed a spot. You tried to figure out what you wanted to say, and how you wanted to say it. Did you just ask a vague question and hope he recognizes you, just come right out and say hello?
It felt like an eternity waiting, as each person came and went; your nerves were growing to the point of being terrified. Taking slow, deep breathes, you tried to calm yourself until you suddenly found yourself next in line.
A ripple of laughter went through the crowd as Jared finished answering the last question. There was a similar line on the other side of the room, so the attention was drawn that way while they asked whatever they were going to ask, and you were ushered to the mic on your side.
“Ready, honey?” the girl asked as she adjusted your mic to better fit your height.
“Mhm, just nervous.”
“Don’t be, Jensen and Jared are just sweethearts,” she cooed proudly and turned her attention back to the stage just as Jared looked your way and asked for the next question.
In that split second, you realized there was only one question that needed to be asked. You drew in a very shaky, but deep breath and exhaled slowly before speaking again.
“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N, and my question is for Jensen,” you paused and tried to gauge his reaction.
His eyes lit up at the sound of your name, spoken in your voice. “Ye—Yes?” he replied, his tone half disbelief, half hopeful, his hand shielding his eyes from the lights, trying to get a better look in your direction.
“On your show, well, I was wondering… does Dean believe in second chances? I mean, say someone overreacted to something, and they made a rash decision. Would you, would he, forgive them if they realized how wrong they were? You know, if they apologized, think about giving them another chance?”
He tossed a glance to Jared, who was watching him uncertainly. Jensen mouthed something to him off-mic, and Jared looked your way, wide-eyed with surprise.
“Um,” Jensen started, and stopped, unsure of what to say.
“If this person realizes how stupid they were, how much they overreacted… could you, possibly consider forgiving them?” you asked again and started nervously chewing on your bottom lip.
Jared scrambled to find an answer to make the various rumblings in the crowd, die down.
“Well, I think that there are big themes of forgiveness in the show, for sure. Some stories require forgiveness. Right, Jensen?”
He cleared his throat, his eyes fixed on you from across the ballroom. “Uh, yeah, Jared’s right. Sometimes even when you don’t think it’s going to happen, um, yeah, second chances are…” he trailed off, unable to finish his thought, and turned his back on the crowd to compose himself.
You were suddenly worried this was all wrong. Maybe you should have just kept trying to call him and not ambushed him in this setting. The longer he had his back to the crowd, the louder their murmuring grew, and the more you were sure he was going to be angry at you for doing it this way. But, you were in this now though, there was no going back.
Jensen put his mic down on his stool and leaned over to whisper something in Jared’s ear. He went to walk off stage and paused. You could hear Jared start addressing the crowd but didn’t actually hear what he was saying. All your focus was on Jensen and where he was going. He appeared as if he was going to exit stage left but stopped right before the edge of the curtain.
Was this happening, seriously? Now?!?
Jensen knew all the eyes in the room were on him, especially hers. The second he heard her voice, then her name, his heart started pounding. She was here, right there. The girl that had haunted his thoughts for the past month finally decided to come find him.
He wanted to be angry. He wanted to tell her this was not the place or time, but the truth was, it didn’t matter. He had tried to answer her question, but a quick rise of emotion prevented him from doing that. Jared covered while he tried to recoup, but he needed more another minute.
Jensen was going to step off stage, just to catch his breath. But from the corner of his eye, he could see her standing there, half-lit by the stage’s illumination and even more beautiful than she was that night.
He didn’t care about the audience. He didn’t care that he was working, he just needed her.
That’s when everything changed. It somehow happened both in slow motion and incredibly quick. Instead of disappearing behind the curtain, Jensen turned to face the room and hopped off the stage. In a matter of a few long-stride steps, he was standing in front of you, his arms outstretched and grabbing you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, picking your feet up off the ground and embracing you tightly.
Jensen didn’t wait for you to say anything, nor did he care that hundreds of people were watching. He pulled back from you just enough to search your face intensely before kissing you, in front of an auditorium full of his fans. An audible gasp rang through the crowd, followed by another eruption of whistles and screams. Even Jared, unable to hide his happiness, put his mic down, stood up, and started clapping.
You couldn’t help but smile against his lips. “Does that mean you forgive me?” you asked and kissed him back one more time.
“No,” he said with a smirk, “but it’s a start. You can make the rest up to me later.”
Another wave of catcalls and screams broke out through the audience, and the volunteer rushed over, moving the mic stand out of the way.
“Let’s just move this, shall we,” she muttered and moved back from where you were.
The realization of what just transpired hit you hard, and your face flushed bright red. Camera flashes were going off all around you and Jensen did his best to try and shield you from it.
“Come on,” he whispered and ushered you back towards the stage. You followed him up the small set of stairs and brought you backstage where there was a lot more privacy. The security guards that were there, cleared a small area for you two and Jensen told you to stay put. “I will be right back, don’t you go anywhere.”
He went to go back out on stage but instead turned back towards you. His expression was serious; furrowed brow and determination set into his jaw. He grabbed both of your cheeks with his hand and kissed you again, primally, and with zero hesitation. His hands traveled down your neck and to your shoulders, down the lines of your sides and falling to your hips. A growl rolled through his chest and he finally freed your lips from his.
“I cannot believe you’re here,” he rasped, leaning his forehead against yours. “I heard your voice and thought you were a mirage. But you’re here.”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t hear you that day, that I didn’t give you a chance… I was so stupid.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d still want me, especially not after how I overreacted,” you hung your head, still reeling from the embarrassment of it all.
Jensen lifted your chin with his finger. “I told you that day, I wasn’t ready for this to be over.”
“I’m not either.”
“Good,” he said, and kissed you again, this time softly. “I have to go back out there, but—”
“I’ll be here, right here,” you promised, crossing your heart.
“You stay put. I’m not done with you, yet.”
You nodded, “Promise.”
Jensen went back out on stage and there was another burst of the crowd. You watched from the sidelines as he fielded another question or two from the other side, both of which were directly related to what just happened. He tried to sidestep them but realized it would be impossible and offered them an animated shrug and wink.
The panel wrapped up shortly after that, and just as they came back around to you. After Jensen introduced you to Jared, he excused himself to give you two a bit of much-needed privacy.
“I don’t even know where to begin,” you admitted coolly, yet suddenly felt nervous around him.
“We can start with dinner. Maybe some whiskey,” he suggested and smiled. “I don’t care what we do, as long as it involves both of us.”
“Dinner is good. Maybe Jill and Jared could join us? I know she’s dying to meet you both.”
“That’s your author friend, right?” he asked, trying to suppress his excitement.
“It is.”
“Yeah, that’s perfect. I’m reading her new one and I’m just… wow. That woman knows her stuff.”
“She will be happy to discuss that with you, I’m sure,” you teased. “Jensen, you never really did answer my question though. Can you forget that I asked you to go and then never called?”
“Already done. I told you to come to find me when you were ready, and you did. From here on out, whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together.”
Before you could say another word, his mouth was pressing down on yours, his hands on your hips and walking you back towards a dark corner of the room. “Stay with me tonight,” he mumbled between kissing your lips and the side of your neck.
You pulled his head up from your neck and looked deeply into his eyes. “Try and stop me.”
“Good, Jill’s book gave me some great ideas and I think now is the perfect time to see if they hold up.”
“Bless that woman and her smut,” you laughed as Jensen finally released you from his grip, took your hand, and walked you towards a brand new kind of life.
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