driver picks the music.

Jensen unpacked his things and did his best to get settled in the small but cozy room. He plugged in his phone, and changed into some pajamas before going to knock on the door joining his room to Jordan and Lizzie’s. Lizzie opened the door a few seconds later and stepped aside to let Jensen in.

“You guys settling in ok?” he asked.

“Fine,” Jordan snapped, shoving his headphones into his ears as he slumped onto his bed.

“We just finished unpacking. Unfortunately,” Lizzie said, sitting at the foot of her bed, rolling her eyes.

“I expect the eye rolling and the attitude from your brother, but not you,” Jensen said. “What’s going on, Half Pint?”

“You and Y/N,” she said. “We saw how you two were looking at each other and we didn’t like it.”

“And how exactly do you think we were looking at each other?” Jensen asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Like you wanted to rip each others’ clothes off,” Jordan piped up from the bed.

“Jordan!” Lizzie said.

“What? It’s true,” Jordan said. “Didn’t realize you would move on from mom so quick.”

“Jordan, I’m not moving on from your mother,” Jensen said, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Sure, dad, whatever you say,” Jordan said, rolling his eyes.

“Enough with the attitude, Jordan,” Jensen said. “I want this to be a nice vacation for us so can we please at least be civil with each other until we get back in the car to go home?”

“Whatever,” Jordan replied, pressing play on his phone.

“What do you think about all this, Half Pint?” Jensen asked, turning his attention to his daughter.

“Stop calling me that,” she said, putting her own headphones in. “It’s just Lizzie.”

Jensen let out a sigh, not wanting to deal with any more fighting that day and reminded his kids about breakfast, doubting they could hear him over the music, and shut the door behind him as he entered his room.

With another sigh, Jensen settled himself into his bed and went to check his messages and emails from the past couple of days. He had a few messages from Jared, letting him know the dogs were loving hanging out at his house, and a couple messages from his parents asking about the drive and seeing how the kids were doing. He answered the messages and flagged some emails before grabbing his book from the end table next to him and settled in for the night.

The next morning Jensen was shocked when his kids were actually awake to make it down for breakfast. He took that as a sign that maybe, just maybe, this trip would end up being the positive family bonding experience he’d been hoping for. That hope was dashed, however, when breakfast was spent mostly in silence with both Jordan and Lizzie on their phones followed by them racing back up to their room before he had even finished his coffee. Not sure what to do with the time to himself, he sat with his coffee and opted to read the book he’d brought down with him on the off chance his kids wouldn’t want to have breakfast with him. He was silently glad he’d opted to bring the book with him.

“You can take the coffee into the living room if you want to sit in a more comfortable chair,” Jensen heard and he looked up to see you standing across the table from him.

“I’m sorry?”

“If you want to be more comfortable while you read you can bring the coffee into the living room,” you chuckled. “I know these chairs aren’t the most comfortable.”

“Oh, yeah, that would be great,” Jensen smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you said, returning the smile. “Jordan and Lizzie decided to skip breakfast?”

“Nah,” Jensen replied, setting his book down on the table. “They ate and ran right back up to their room.”

“Teenagers,” you chuckled.

“Exactly,” Jensen chuckled as well.

“Well, I’ve got to get breakfast all cleaned up, but you are more than welcome to hang out in the living room or the library with the coffee,” you said, gathering some of the plates from the table. “There’s some more in the pot if you want another cup.”

“Do you need some help?” Jensen asked. “With the dishes, I mean.”

You locked eyes with him and suddenly it was like ‘no’ was a word you never learned. It didn’t really go against policy or anything for the guests to help out with chores, but you made it a habit to politely decline when they offered. Jensen, apparently, was different though.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you smiled. “As long as your kids won’t miss you.”

“Please,” he chuckled. “If you were taking their phones to do the dishes with you they may have a problem. But their old man? They won’t even notice.”

“Well alright then,” you said, motioning for him to follow you. “Kitchen is this way.”

Jensen picked up his coffee cup and his book and followed you into the kitchen. You made small talk while he washed and you dried and put away the dishes. You found that you were really enjoying his company and had to keep reminding yourself that he was one of your guests and would be gone after Christmas. You weren’t allowed to get attached to him. Once the dishes were done you thanked him profusely. He assured you it was nothing and left the kitchen to go check on his kids. You did your best to collect yourself and control the blush you could feel creeping up your cheeks, completely taken aback by the fact that just washing dishes with Jensen caused this kind of reaction from you, and went to head to the front desk and get back to work.

Jensen once again knocked on the door that joined his room to Jordan and Lizzie’s and waited for it to open. This time it was Jordan who let Jensen into the room and didn’t even utter a word to his father. Trying not to let it get to him, Jensen forced himself to smile, and asked his kids how their morning was going.

“We’re bored,” Lizzie said. “There’s nothing on TV and the movie selection sucks. Can we please just go home?”

“No, Half – Lizzie,” Jensen said, catching himself using his daughter’s nickname. “We’re here through Christmas, like I’ve said a thousand times. But I get that you’re bored. What do you say we go explore the town? We can see what they’ve got there and maybe get some lunch?”

“Ok,” Lizzie said, already getting her shoes on.

“Jordan?” Jensen asked.

“Will you let me stay here by myself if I say I don’t want to go?” he asked.

“Not a chance,” Jensen replied.

“Then, fine, we can go to town,” Jordan groaned, but followed his sister’s lead and put on his shoes.

Once the family of three had their coats, hats and scarves on they headed out to Jensen’s SUV and made their way into the small town a few minutes away from the Inn.

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