Pairings: Jensen X Actress! Reader, Dean Winchester X Hunter! Reader Ex!Jared X Reader
Warnings: 1.5
Word Count: drunk! Jared, fluff, at the beginning, some angst, and a couple of F-bombs, insecure thoughts.
Sitting on the bed in Jensen’s spare room, you fidget with some of the notes and drawings from the nightstand. You’ve never really thought of yourself as a sensitive person or someone that would cry over something as simple as cute pictures and sweet notes. With pressure, and years of pushing things down, a breaking point or limit is inevitable.
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The door creaks as it opens, and while you know you haven’t done anything wrong, you drop the papers and brush the tears away in one swipe. Jensen smiles as he makes his way in, “well, aren’t you adorable?” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed.
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A laugh breaks out of you - the kind of laugh that sounds more like a cough wearing a smile. A chuckle, really, that means more than a full, rolling on the floor, bellowing laughter. “I’m glad you think so,” you smile as he gently places a hand on your blanket-covered leg, shuffling a bit closer.
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“You okay?” he asks in a soft whisper.
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Accidentally shaking your head just slightly at first, you belt out a ‘yes’ to accommodate.
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That’s not very convincing,” he says with a small laugh, rubbing your ankle.
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Taking in a deep breath, you bring your eyes up to his. They have a hint of gold sparkling in them as they crinkle into a small smile, and you suddenly feel very vulnerable. Even more so than your first nude scene in Code Red.
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You hardly even know Jensen, but somehow he’s gotten you to spill about your breakups with Greg and Jared. The way things happened with Jared was really something you thought you were taking that secret to your grave. He’s somehow gotten you to agree with staying at his place until you found your own, or you got kicked off the show for causing drama, whatever happened first. The only thing you haven’t told him about yet is your ‘issue’ when it comes to acting, and playing characters. That’s what Jared had called it, an ‘issue’.
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It’s only a matter of time before that starts spilling out, too. What would he do with that information? He’s protected you thus far; showed you sympathy when you confided in him about Greg, he stood up for you when it came to Jared and he gave you a bed to sleep in when he found out you’d been sleeping in your car.
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So where is this uneasiness coming from? Why is your stomach doing flips and somersaults? Why are you aching to go - to be alone? Why can’t your mind and heart agree that he is one of the good ones? But, is he?
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Why, when there’s been plenty of evidence to show that he’s not going to hurt you like you’ve been hurt in the past, do you feel like it’s an act? What if everything he’s doing is just to... - to get something from you? And what happens when he gets it?
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His silky, tired voice pulls you out of your head, “Y/N?”
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You jerk your eyes up to his, seeing that he’s sitting right by your side now, hand on your arm. “Huh?” you get out, blinking your eyes quickly. Are you dreaming? Everything that’s happened - is that real?
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“How ‘bout some food?” he offers with a weak smile, pulling you out of your thoughts yet again.
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“Hm,” you hum. He tilts his head to the side, keeping his smile. “Sure,” you say, shaking your head once to get rid of all of the thoughts.
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“That’s my girl,” he says, patting your leg. You immediately feel off, but don’t know why. When he stands, he shakes his head with a laugh, “this might sound weird,” he starts but clears his throat.
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“What?” you ask gently, sitting up straight to toss the blankets to the side.
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“Well, you might think this is crazy,” he says with a low chuckle. “But, uh, when you play a character for so long… they, um,” he says, removing his eyes from yours and planting them on the floor.
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You stand, bringing a hand to his arm. Your heart jumps, and a smile makes its way onto your face, “they start to shine through our personalities, don’t they?” you say, a bit excited and trying to contain it.
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He laughs just slightly, bowing his head, “yeah, I suppose they do. That’s more of a,” he twists his face, almost like he’s afraid to admit to it, “Dean thing to say. 13Please respect copyright.PENANAKRweKL2mcN
‘That’s my girl’ - it’s not,” he pauses, taking a small breath.
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“I get it,” you nod. “I get it more than anyone else. I promise you, Jensen,” you say quickly, nodding with the words.
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He smiles, and that’s all you need to forget all of your doubts that he’s like the men from your past. All of your questions of whether or not you can trust him to fly out of the window, jumping away because of one single smile. Maybe - just maybe - you’re not alone when it comes to falling too deeply into your characters. Maybe Jensen struggles with the same thing.
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He’ll never know what it was that caused you to kiss him as passionately as you do, or maybe he will, but it won’t be now. For now, you just enjoy your lips slamming against his, his body rocking back a few steps and his hands wrapping around your back to pull you close.
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There’s a faint noise that sounds similar to a knocking at the door. Hesitantly, he pulls away from you. After kissing him once more, you follow him out of the room and down the hallway. When he opens the door, Jared pushes his way into the house, screaming at Jensen.
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Jared’s face is pale and sweaty as continues to yell at Jensen, “oh, great,” he shouts, looking directly at you. “She’s here, too,” he scoffs. “I should’ve fucking known,” he mutters, glaring at Jensen who puts himself in front of you.
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As Jared steps closer, you can see and smell the sweat on his face and hair. The smell causes your nose to crinkle up. You step to the side of Jensen, no longer feeling the need to have a shield. “Have you been drinking, Jared?” you accuse, eyebrows pinched together.
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He leans just his torso towards you, throwing his hands out to the side, “so fucking what if I have been, Y/N,” he shouts. “What does it matter to you?” he says.
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Jensen places his palms onto Jared’s chest, gently shoving him back a few steps. “Calm down, man,” he says. “Just relax.”
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“How can I?” Jared shouts. “She left me, man,” he says softly, and you’re no longer sure if the dampness to his face is sweat or tears - perhaps both.
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You want to feel sorry for him, just as Jensen probably is. You can see it in his face, with the wide eyes and mouth slightly open - not exactly sure what to say to Jared. Sorry isn’t even the right word, because Jensen doesn’t feel sorry, exactly. Guilty maybe, but why? You shift your eyes from Jensen as he sputters and backs onto Jared, who is already locked in on you.
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“What do you want us to say, Jared?” you say in a softer voice than you wanted. “You want us to say sorry? Do you want us to feel guilty? What do you want from us?”
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He jabs a finger at you, taking one long step forward. “I don’t want anything from you,” he says through his teeth, “I came here for Jensen,” he growls.
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Jensen turns to face you, still oozing guilt and sympathy for his former friend. After gently kissing your cheek, he turns to face Jared. He takes a few steps towards him and puts a hand on his shoulder.
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“Let’s take a walk,” Jensen says, turning back just once to smile at you before heading for the door.
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“What?” you gasp, quickly jogging towards them. “You can’t just - what?” you say, Jensen, offering one last smile before closing the door behind them.
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Frustrated, you let out all of your breath and throw your hands on your face, wondering why letters could make you cry but you’re stuck in anger limbo now. You pace along the floor for a moment, telling yourself to relax. But how could you relax?
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You head into the kitchen for a beer, hoping it will help to calm you down. Before you can get the fridge open, you see Jensen’s phone sitting on the counter. All of the blood rushes from your face. Your heart drops, and an idea hits you.
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Closing the fridge without a drink you reach for the phone, it lights up in your hands. Your mind is running a mile a minute. If Jared was here, drunk and depressed because she left him that means that he told her. You know that Gen would never answer if you called her, so you hold the phone to your ear and listen to the soft ringing.
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“Hi, Jay,” she says, sniffling. You open your mouth to speak, but let it hang open. “Jay? Is Jared with you?”
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“No,” you say, tensing up. “Look, don’t hang up, please,” you plead, the tears finally making their way through. You cover your mouth, closing your eyes as you clamp down - trying to keep the tears a secret. You take a deep breath, opening your eyes and peering out of the kitchen at the door, “I need to talk to you, it’s - it’s really important.”
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