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You had just gotten the twins down for the night after the battle of bath time and JJ demanding that you help her play with the make-up you hadn’t worn in well over eight months when you heard the front door creak open. Bless your husband to know that had he been any louder than a mouse fart, you would have lost it completely on the man.

It was a little after nine in the evening when your husband strolled in from one of his final days of filming. His face looked scruffier than you were used to and his eyes looked like he needed a weekend of sleep. While you knew this process was taxing on Jensen - you also envied that he had the ability to leave the house without a small child attached to his hip. Let alone, when the time came to it, he was the one that got to sleep in on days off. Although, that was also because you were still breastfeeding the twins and luckily for your husband, he had the most useless nipples to grace the earth.

“Hey,” he whispered towards you as the door sealed shut softly behind you.

Waiting until you were a couple of steps away from the room of silent chaos, you shot a glare at Jensen. “Oh, hello Life Ruiner.”

A smile tugged at his lips while he shook his head, following you into the kitchen where the mess of dishes from the day awaited you. “Calm down,” he said, his tone anything less than playful as he crept up behind where you were now standing at the sink. “You’re life doesn’t look that ruined to me.”

You didn’t bother to look over at him as you flipped the faucet on, watching the water cascade over the dishes and silently wishing they could just rinse themselves and put them in the dishwasher. “Yeah, well, these last few weeks have been hell.”

His boots moved softly against the wooden floors until you felt the brush of his hand against the back of your neck as he swept some stray hairs, the mess of your mom bun, away. “I know it has, babygirl.”

Despite how you felt, that nickname sent goosebumps racing across your skin. “No,” you shook your head a sudden wave of emotions washing over you. “No, you don’t know.”

His hand moved to your shoulder now as he recognized that crack in your voice, forcing you to turn away from the sink and towards him. Green eyes searched your face as you fought back the tears that threatened to overflow.

“Then tell me.”

If only it was that simple.

You shook your head once more at him. “It’s just,” you sighed, glancing around at the beautiful house the two of you lived in; the memory of move-in day fresh in your mind - the plans, the places, how everything would have a home in this little paradise of yours. “It’s just little things all add up on top of one another. I haven’t showered in three days, let alone felt fresh air on my face unless it’s chasing Zep back into the house.”

Suddenly, word vomit continued. “Gen is always so busy. You’re never home - we haven’t even slept in the same bed for almost three months because of your schedule and the twins still getting up in the middle of the night.” You were talking too fast, you knew you were probably making zero sense right now. “We live together, we’ve been married and I still miss you like hell.”

A sob broke through your words. “I feel like a cow. Nothing fits me right anymore, I’m always a mess, just like this god damn house, I always want to cry and eat. God, do I always want ice cream. And cake.”

Your body was shaking as you listed out your random cravings for sweets these last couple of weeks. When you didn’t have the groceries delivered, you made sure to spend a decent amount of time in the frozen treats section of the store - it was the only thing that really made you feel good these days.

You hadn’t noticed that Jensen took a step away from you, whether it was out of fear or concern before you heard the freezer door open. Not daring to glance up at him, you stood there like a toddler in timeout, looking at just how bad you let your nail beds get when a spoon appeared in your line of sight.

Jensen remained wordless as he looked you over from the mess of your unbrushed hair to the wrinkled up sweats you had been living in for this week, before handing you the spoon and taking your hand, turning off the sink and leading you towards the couch. Once you were wedged in between two large cushions, Jensen produced your favorite flavor of ice cream and another spoon before taking a seat next to you.

Opening the semi-frozen lid, he dipped his spoon in first, taking a decent side scoop with him as he made a noise you hadn’t heard come out of his mouth in what felt like a lifetime. The heat rushed to your cheeks much quicker than you wanted to admit causing you to snatch the pint from his grip and snuggle it into your lap.

Your husband laughed at the image in front of him, earning himself a “look.” There was a silence that fell over the two of you while taking turns licking the spoons clean until there was nothing left, but the two of you.

“I’m calling off work for the rest of the week.”

“What? No. I’m not asking you to do that -”

Jensen simply shook his head. “You don’t have to.”

“But,” suddenly that wave of emotion was washing over you again. “This - this is the final season. This is a huge deal for you.”

“Fuck Dean Winchester.”

Your eyebrows shot up as you looked over at him. “I mean, I can.”

He gave a low rumble before scooting himself closer to your bunched up frame. “You’re too good for Dean,” his eyes raked up and down your disheveled body. “That man would have no idea what to do with you.”

“Much like my current husband.”

“Current?” He asked with a chuckle. “Oh, believe me, I know exactly what to do with you.”

There was a certain drop to his tone that had your stomach sinking from what he was implying. “Jensen…”

His chest was pressed into your shoulder now as his breath tickled just above the base of your neck. His voice was no more than a gruff whisper that washed over you in a  gentle caress. “If anyone should be called a life ruiner - it sure as hell isn’t me.”

You met his accusation with a low tone of your own. “And what does that mean?”

He leaned back enough that his bright eyes were boring into your own, like he was looking right into the very depths of your soul. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“Tell me.”

A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You ruined my life the day I laid eyes on you. Only made it worse the very night I kissed you,” he leaned down, teasing your own lips that were baiting his with his breath, “then once I felt your skin undermine; I knew I was a goner.”

You snorted. “Yeah, well, I tried back then.”

“You don’t need to try.”

In the usual smart-ass way that you did, you opened your mouth to retort, but was cut off by an intensely hard kiss that knocked the air right out of your lungs. Jensen was quick to pull you closer to him, his mouth trying to suck the very oxygen out of your lungs while his hands found their way into your hair. He held you in that lip lock for a good minute before releasing you to breathe once more.

“Yeah,” Jensen exhaled against you as you tried to tell your heart to calm the hell down. “That week off is happening.”

“Jensen,” you started. “Seriously, I’ll be fine.”

“I won’t,” he argued, his lips grazing yours once more in a tease of what was to come. “I need all of you. For at least a week.”

“We have children, you know that right?”

That playful smirk was on his lips once more. “I get to have them during the day, you get a very much needed break, and then I get to be responsible for you at night.”

“Ackles…”

“Woman,” he growled, grips tightening on your hips and he pulled you under him in some smooth gesture that allowed him to pin you on the couch, his hips digging into yours in that promise pushing into your thigh. “Don’t make me prove my point.”

Your stomach dipped at the threat. “It’s like you aren’t even married to me,” you teased, earning an eyebrow raise from him. “Prove it.”

In the blink of an eye, you were thrown over his shoulder as he mumbled about trying to keep his hands to himself. Even when you felt like the least attractive on the planet, Jensen Ackles always knew just how to prove you wrong.

Like the life ruiner, he was.

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Moving to shut the door once more, you made sure you words were pointed and blunt. “There’s nothing to explain, Gen.”

“Y/N.”

“I mean it, Gen,” you spat in her general direction, no longer trying to hid your feelings towards her. “You have nothing to explain to me.”

You heard her sigh like she was annoyed which almost made you chuckle at the irony of it all. “Seriously, Y/N, I swear – I, I just need you to hear me out.”

“Tell me one good reason why I should.”

The slight attitude you sensed from her only moments ago was gone in a blink. Her eyes shifted just as her weight did on her feet and briefly you felt bad for how you were feeling; it was almost like a parent scolding their child for the first time.

From the corner of your eye, you saw her take a slow breath – it was almost like it was nerve wracking for her to even be standing in front of you. “I didn’t know that JJ was Jensen’s.”

Your mug in your hand was suddenly scalding hot against your skin causing you to turn your back against someone you once considered a friend and place it down on the closest counter. Without warning you heard Gen take a quiet step inside behind you, followed by the faucet running water and a cool cloth being placed on your hot hand.

Taking the small peace offering from her, you took a step back, giving the two of you some breathing room. “How did you not know that she was his?”

“Well,” she paused, shifting once more while looking you over like you were going to rip her head off. It would be a lie to not admit that it hadn’t crossed your mind. “When she came to me and told me she was pregnant.. she admitted that she didn’t know who the baby’s father was.”

That new tidbit of information just made you hate that skank even more than you already did.

Gen continued to stare at you for a moment while you processed what she had said before speaking again, “It had maybe been a little over month after Jensen and her broke up. She called me crying saying that she had just gotten a positive pregnancy test and that she didn’t know what she should do.”

Your hand was starting to feel exceedingly better under the coolness of the cloth, so you removed it and even though it had just burned you, you went back for your comforting cup of joe. Avoiding eye contact now, you blew on your hot beverage thinking about what to ask, “Well, what did you tell her to do?”

She shrugged before leaning back into one of the kitchen counters, “I was honest. I told her that she needed to call Jensen and tell him – I, also, told her that she needed to call any other man she had been with and tell them.”

“And what did she do?”

Another annoyed sigh, but this time you could tell that it wasn’t directed at you. “She told me that she was going to do all that, but then a couple weeks later she texted me saying that she had lost the baby and she needed some space.”

You both were quiet for a couple minutes while you sorted through your thoughts, trying to wrap your mind around what she was informing you. Without realizing it, you were clutching your mug so hard it was making your knuckles turn white.

“Y/N?”

“You mean to tell me that selfish bitch faked a miscarriage.”

With a little bit of hesitation and a lot more of that motherly quickness, Gen moved in front of you, removing the mug once more from your hands. When it was a safe distance away from being crush in your grip, did she move back into your clouded line of sight.

“She seriously fucking faked losing a child to- to do what? Wait, until one of her possible baby daddies was moving on with their life to spring this on them?”

The look of utter fear at your words was more than evident in Gen’s eyes as she kept her distance from you while you began angry pacing the kitchen tiles. “It would appear that would be the case.”

“And then she was trying to find a way to pit you against me?” You ran your hands through your un-brushed hair, “I can’t believe I thought that was true.”

The faintest of smiles creased in the corner of her mouth, but the fear was still present. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Believe me, I wanted to say something as soon as she made that comment, but then you were out the door so fast…”

“I’m sorry.”

Now the smile was much more evident and she moved in to wrap you in her embrace. Just like most of Gen’s hugs it was all motherly and comforting, something you had probably needed more than ever these last couple of weeks, but your pride was getting in the way of that. “Please, don’t ever be sorry for what she has put you through.”

Your emotions were on a rollercoaster today, so your sniffles didn’t come as a surprise when Gen held you closer to her small frame. Tears were slowly making their way down your cheeks when the sobs started taking over your body and for the first time – you were grateful that you had listened to what your friend had to say.

A good five minutes passed as Gen held you, letting you literally cry into her shoulder. With a small huff, you spoke quietly, “I just don’t understand.”

Her hand patted your back as you took a shaky breath before she spoke again. “I don’t understand a lot of what has happened either.”

The two of you sat on the couch for what felt like hours, tracing and re-tracing what had happened in the span of a month, and why on earth this bitter woman would do what she was doing. The only reasonable explanation, between several more cups of coffee and the Chinese take-out from earlier, was that she was jealous.

“It sounds like such a cliché thing to say though,” you stated, reaching for some more of your shrimp lo-mein. “You know, the ex-girlfriend is jealous.”

Gen nodded her head, picking between the vegetables in the white cardboard box with her chopsticks. “But, is she jealous of you or that Jensen actually loves you despite the contract?”

“Oh, yeah, the contract.”

“Speaking of which,” your brunette friend sat forward, tucking her ankles under her knees as her eyes widen with curiosity towards you. “What the hell is that all about?”

You sighed, deciding that this would probably be the best time to just lay everything on the table.

“I swear, I’m not a hired hooker or anything,” you started, which only made the two of you giggle for a moment. “It honestly all started a couple months ago, it was my birthday and all of my so-called friend couldn’t make it for my night out, but Olivia thought pushing a blind date on me would be a good idea – and even he didn’t show.”

“Asshole,” Gen muttered, causing you to smirk since Jensen had something more or less along the same lines when you admitted that same thing to him.

“So, like most ‘healthy’ adults, I decide that drowning my sorrows in the bottle was the answer. Fast forward a couple of hours and I wake up in a strange man’s bed, naked before being told that I would have to go with him to see his agent.”

Shaking her head, Gen looked at you questionably. “Hold on, you didn’t know who Jensen was when you went home with him?”

You gave her a somewhat embarrassed nod. “I really only knew of Supernatural from one of my girlfriends. I barely had time to sit around and watch a commercial those days, let alone a long ass television series.”

That got another hearty chuckle from her, “I’m sure Jensen must have loved that.”

You paused, thinking about that morning all over again. “You know, thinking about it – I’ve never asked him what he thought of everything. I always just assumed he seemed so annoyed by the circumstances.”

“What do you mean?”

You leaned back into the couch, stretching out your legs between the back cushions and your friend. “I don’t know.. I just always felt like Jensen thought I was cramping his game.”

You had been so lost in conversation, you were completely unaware that there was another visitor standing in your apartment. A deep, exhausted sounding voice rumbled through the kitchen and into the living room. “Are you guys talking about me?”

“Oh,” Gen shyly waved at Jensen as he stepped into your space, crowding everything with his scent. Sweat and laundry detergent invaded your nostrils before you even turned to see him covered in what looked like fake blood splatter. “We were just talking about the morning after the two of you met.”

“The part where I was a giant ass?”

You lost focus for a minute as you took in how attractive Jensen looked in his Dean Winchester outfit. That jacket and those boots, you could see why so many girls loved his character. “No, honestly, I think I tuned that part out.”

He snorted, placing what looked like a six pack of beer on the counter. “Really?”

“Ackles, I was a one night stand. There’s no sugarcoating the part of the story; I’m sure you were treating me just like you would have any other girl in my shoes.”

“That’s the thing though,” he shook his head abandoning the bag on the counter and waltzing into the living room; dirty boots and all. “You aren’t just any other girl.”

The smirk on Gen’s face said it all.  

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“Are you okay?” You asked, your heart picking up speed at his sudden change in attitude.

Slowly, he blinked, his eyes turning and focusing in on you. It was like he was trying to remember where he was. “Uh, yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

For the rest of the day, Jensen was just off. You couldn’t quite pin point it, but whomever he had called in the bathroom had clearly given him something to think about. Even your mother picked up on it as he set the table robotically for Christmas dinner, which was more like Christmas snacking and binging on favorite movies.

When Mom finally went into her room for the night, and after she stressed the importance of safe sex as well as communication, did you snag your present for Jensen before slipping into the bathroom.

Smoothing the lacy material over your stomach and picking up breasts, making sure that you looked your best, did you emerge. For the first time all day, Jensen’s face lit up and a smirk teasing at the corner of his mouth.

“Well,” you strutted over to him, still trying to keep quiet. You could hear your mom swearing to herself as she was most likely trying to figure out her new laptop worked. “What do you think of your present?”

He eyed you up and down slowly, like he was trying to remember this moment perfectly. Usually you felt the need to blush when he scanned over your body like that, but something about this outfit made you feel confident as hell.

“I think I want to take my sweet time unwrapping it.”

You knew that Gen was going to get a long and sincere thank-you note when you guys got back.

Reaching where he was sitting on the couch, you plopped yourself down in his lap, already feeling the his excitement pushing into you. “Don’t take too long.”

His eyes softened momentarily before he grabbed a handful of the material, hiking it up enough to see that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. He groaned, pushing his lips into the nap of your neck causing you to squirm in his lap. “You know, I’m sure I could find a way to get a hotel room for the night.”

“Why would we need a hotel room?”

His lips moved against your neck, kissing somewhere between your earlobe and the top of your collarbone. “Because the things I want to do to you, there is no way in hell you would be quiet.”

Before you even had a moment to be for or against his suggestion, he had you pinned between his body and the couch, a wicked smile on those plump lips of his. He licked his lips as he looked you over once more, a hand making its way towards where you were aching the most for him.

“But I don’t think I can wait that long.”

--

The two of you had finally returned to your Vancouver apartment, clothes still in suitcases and all over the floor, taking full advantage of having the privacy you had been aching to have since the night he told you he loved you. He hadn’t been kidding Christmas night about the things he wanted to do to you; the man had to keep a hand over your mouth the whole time.

Even with your heart still pounding in your chest, you nuzzled yourself up to Jensen. “Well, you didn’t waste any time getting me naked there, did you?”

“Do you blame me?” He asked with a chuckle, his chest still rising and falling heavily.

You didn’t answer, instead just laid there smiling up at the man whom you loved with just about every fiber of your being. Part of you was in denial about the fact that this beautiful human wanted to share you with the world, something you never saw coming with you agreed to the cover for him in the beginning.  

But something was still bothering you, the same thing that had bothered you throughout your trip. It was something you had just been putting off talking about until you didn’t have to worry about you guys being interrupted. “Jay?”

“Hm?” He hummed lazily while a finger traced delicate patterns along your back.

“Who did you call on Christmas?”

His hand froze in the middle of the circle he had been starting to outline. “Oh,” his throat cleared causing your heart to jump into yours. “It was just Henry.”

Most times when Henry called Jensen it was usually concerning something with publicity. And like most cases of publicity, it involved you, well mostly your relationship with Jensen to the public. Usually, if it was super important, you knew about it, but from the way he acted after leaving the bathroom to the silence that followed – things were concerning.

Swallowing your heart, you shifted upwards, placing your weight on your elbows to look at him intently. “What did Henry say?”

“Just, uh, just to be on the lookout of some rumors circling around.”

“Jay -” you started before a loud, booming knock echoed through the apartment causing you to jump.

If you didn’t know any better, you would say that Jensen’s sigh was more out of relief than frustration in the moment. He slid out of bed quickly, reaching around for his jeans and slipping them over his exposed ass, zipping them up as he walked out of the room, his chest still exposed.

You followed suit, reaching for your bath robe instead of your clothes from earlier. Regardless of who was at the door, you still needed to shower to wash off your lay over and all the ways Jensen had just pawed at you. Also, probably check for bruises and other markings that would be frowned upon when out and about.

Barely turning the corner that led to the bathroom, you overheard a familiar deep voice rumbling through the kitchen. “She’s at our house, right now,” Jared spoke harshly, barely trying to hide the irritation in his voice. “Did you know about any of this?”

“Henry just told me about it a couple of days ago,” you heard Jensen answer, his voice straining a bit. “Is it true?”

There was a pause while you heard a pair of heavy boots scratch against the floor, most likely as Jared shifted his weight. “Yes. She just turned three.”

There was a heavy silence that washed over the room, creeping into your hiding spot between Jensen’s room and the kitchen and it was starting to slowly suffocate you.

“Fuck,” Jensen’s voice came through before you heard what sounded like flesh smacking the counter.

Peaking your head around the corner, you saw Jensen with his head hanging in his hands and Jared looking very uneasy at his best friend. Clearly your throat, you stepped forward from the shadows, “Jensen? Is everything okay?”

The look Jared gave you had your stomach in knots, but you ignored him. The only answer you needed right now wouldn’t come from him. Stepping forward some more, trying to close the space between you and the man who was clearly hurting. “Jay?”

“No, Y/N,” he shook his head aggressively, looking up with red rimmed eyes. “Everything is not okay. Everything is completely fucked.”

“What the hell is going on?”

Jared stared between the two of you, going from your look of confusion to Jensen’s look of outrage. “Wait, you don’t know?”

You shot him a look that caused him to flinch outwardly. “If I did, would I be asking?”

Jared threw his hands up in surrender, side-stepping between the two of you. He gave Jensen a hard pat on the back before muttering a quick ‘good luck’ and high-tailing it out the front door. His neediness to get out of the war zone was only making you more frustrated by the minute.

“Jensen.”

His eyes were now looking at the ceiling as he took a deep breath, but that didn’t stop you from noticing how much his hands were shaking at his sides. “I have a child Y/N.”

That knocked the air right out of you. Gripping the counter that Jared had just been standing next to, you felt your knees buckle as his words sunk in. “I’m sorry. What now?”

“Apparently, I have a child with Danneel.”

“What do you mean ‘apparently?’”

You could tell your tone wasn’t helping the situation, but you couldn’t control it. His eyes were looking everywhere, but at you – kind of like what you did when you were trying to figure out a difficult math problem. “I mean, when we broke up, she must have been pregnant.”

“But we just saw her,” you said, stating what he clearly already knew. “How could you not know that she had a kid?”

He shrugged, still avoiding making eye contact. “I, honestly, don’t know. All I do know is that she is apparently playing house over there with Jared and his family. My daughter running around with the boys.”

You both stood there in the kitchen, unsure of what to say next. Your mind was reeling with a million questions, but the biggest one was focusing on what this newest bit of information meant for your relationship with Jensen.

That thought alone was starting to break you down.

“What does this mean?” You asked, slowly, with your voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know.”

Your feet stayed planted where they were while you pieced the events of the last couple of days together. When Jensen called Henry, it must have been to warn him of what was possibly waiting for him when we got home, especially if there were paparazzi waiting at the airport – which would also explain why Jensen had been so adamant on switching the flights last minute to an early morning flight.

“Y/N,” his soft voice broke through your thoughts. When you looked at him, his green eyes were hard. “This doesn’t change anything.”

Trying to keep your tone even and neutral, you replied. “What do you mean?”

“This doesn’t change my feelings for you,” he said slowly, now taking gradual steps towards you. “Danneel may be using this to get what she wants, but she isn’t going to win.”

A silent sob escaped you when Jensen reached for you, wrapping you up in his arms like he was trying to protect you from what was to come. “You don’t know that Jensen. She now has a something to use against you.”

“I don’t care. I will fight for that child and I, sure as hell, will fight for us.”

Trying to control your sobs now, you took a breath thinking through your options. “Does this mean you need to head over to Jared’s now?”

You felt him nod his head that was resting on top of your own. “I’m only going if you come with me.”

He didn’t need to ask twice. Despite that your whole world had just been turned upside down, again, you knew that your feelings for Jensen still remained the same. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby girl.” He answered, kissing the top of your hair gently. “Let’s get in the shower.”

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Trying to be as civil as possible for the sake of my relationship and for my daughter, Danneel had suggested the idea of joint custody. After weighing the pros and cons with Y/N, we agreed that it would be the more ideal situation for all of us.

“My client would like to have a fifty-fifty custody agreement,” the young man stated from across the table; his baby face shining in the bright light of the office. “But she will still be seeking out child support.”

“There is no need for child support,” I stated, keeping my eyes straight and avoiding glancing in the direction that I knew Dee was sitting in, most likely with her coy little smirk. “I am willing to cover all expenses retaining to Justice Jay.”

“All expenses?” Danneel’s shrill voice washed over me. “You are willing to pay for all of her expenses.”

Nodding, I made sure to say my next sentence slowly. “Yes, but with conditions.”

“What kind of conditions?”

Unfolding the paper that I had prepared several days ago, with the help of my lawyer, I slid it across the table so that the pair of them could review it while I explained vaguely what I meant. “Meaning I will cover things like the essentials; school expenses, doctors’ appointments and the transportation that will get her to and from my house.”

The young looking lawyer shifted in his seat, sliding the paper closer to Dee. “And what about the child support needed during pregnancy and the last three years of Justice’s life?”

“For that I am more than willing to go to public court, but after consulting with Gerald,” I answered, slowly nodding in the direction of the older man sitting next to me. “We have decided that there is no reason for me to pay for those things because I was unaware of the child to begin with.”

“But - ”

I raised a single finger towards the rag-tag pair across from me. “If you look at the birth certificate, you will see that I am not listed as the father.”

“The DNA test proves otherwise.”

Not being able to stop my smile, I made sure to direct my tone and attention towards Danneel. “I have a witness who is willing to show proof that the pregnancy was assumed to have not carried past nine weeks.”

There was a scoff from her. “Gen would never do that.”

“Really? You really think that you are that good of a friend?” I was almost laughing at her enraged expression, but decided to keep my composure. “Tell me, when was the last time that you called her asking for something that wasn’t going to benefit you.”

Just like I had expected, she remained gravely quiet.

“Now, if we could please continue, I have a date tonight that I really can’t miss.”

--

After another two hours of back and forth, working out all the kinks of the agreement, I was finally free for the evening. We agreed to have our lawyers meet up once more to make sure there wasn’t anything else to add on, but for the first time in Danneel’s life – she was making something easy.

As much as I was enjoying my victory now, I knew that it would most likely be short lived.

It probably helped that Gerald was terrifying in court, but I were trying to keep my business down low for the time being. So, going through a mediator seemed to be the more tame choice for the moment.

Barely stepping through the glass doors and into the suffocating humid heat that Austin always brought year round, I let out a somewhat relieved sigh. The first steps of getting JJ were happening, despite the circumstances.

“Hey!” A voice sang out, interrupting my thoughts.

I turned around to see Y/N walking towards me with two to-go cups in her hands, wearing that little sundress I loved on her so much. She was lucky we were in public right now because I really needed a way to relieve some stress. “Hey there beautiful.”

Her cheeks flushed like they always did at her pet name before she handed me one of the cups. “I brought you some coffee,” she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I figured you might need it after all that.”

“All I really need is you.”

Another deeper blush took over causing her cheeks to redden. She took a slow sip of her cup before I followed her action. “So, how was it?”

Swallowing the warm, semi-bitter liquid, I thought about what had just went down several feet above where we were standing. “It went.. well.”

“Well?”

“Yeah,” I paused to take another sip before reaching for Y/N’s hand and pulling her towards the open fountain in front of the tall city building. “I mean, I think because I offered to basically pay for the big things, Dee is actually okay with this agreement.”

Y/N nodded her head as she thought it over. She sat herself along the edge of the fountain, her ankles crossing while she brought her cup back to her lips. “I still think you should have filed for full custody.”

I gave a shrug, still standing above her frame. “As much as I would love that, I can’t do that to JJ just yet. Dee is all she knows, right now.”

“When did you gain a soul, Ackles?”

A laugh escaped me as I looked over at the look of awe on her face. “I don’t think you need to hear that answer.”

“Oh, no.” Her eyebrow quirked as she looked up at me expectantly; causing my thoughts to wander to a not very appreciate place. “Now I have to know.”

I didn’t answer, instead I took several slow sips of my drink, savoring the bitterness of my black coffee. I watched as Y/N shifted in her spot once she realized my eyes were on her, thinking back to that night when I saw her across the bar.

--

“I can’t believe you brought me to this dive,” I groaned, eyeing the hole in the wall once more while sipping on my luke-warm beer.

Russ rolled his eyes while stuffing another shot of something clear into my free hand. “Dude, just let it go. I’m sorry I don’t have the money do get us into that new club opening up downtown, but I promise this place has just as good drinks.”

“You know, I would have paid for us to get in. Possibly even bottle service.”

Instead of answering, Russ just tilted his small glass towards me before tossing it back and turning his attention to some of his work buddies. It had been by chance that we ran into each other while I was in the city, but I had made the mistake of telling him we should hang out sometime.

I just didn’t know that ‘sometime’ would be two hours later.

Tuning out the group’s work talk, I started scoping out the place. There were a handful of women there, but only three of them looked to be alone. A leggy blonde was sitting towards the back of the bar, that look of loneliness evident as she traced what appeared to be an empty ring finger. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to deal with the emotions that always followed a hook-up after a fresh divorce. Another woman with hot pink hair seemed to be drunkenly throwing herself at the group of guys hanging around the only pool table in the place, so that most likely was no-go for me – she probably had already slept with half the people around her by the way they were just shrugging her off. No one liked a town bike and I was nowhere near drunk enough to even entertain that idea.

Then there was the girl at the bar, who despite being all alone wore a tilted smile of confidence.

The bartender appeared to tell her something she clearly wasn’t fond of as she made a bit of a face, her nose wrinkling up in the cutest way possible when he placed a large glass of water in front of her. I watched as she took the smallest sip before turning herself around to look at her surroundings – possibly for the first time all night by the looks of it.

It got me wondering just how long she had been parked in that seat.

Then she stood up, almost tripping over her heels, showing off that figure in a little black dress and it got me thinking about how long she had been there without someone trying to make a move on her.

“Hey,” I nudged Russ, to which he turned himself towards me with only an ear. “I’m going to step over to where the music is playing. Maybe see if I can get this place moving a little bit.”

If he answered me, I wasn’t aware because I had my sights zeroed in on the woman before me who looked to be deep in thought about her choice of music. I watched as she appeared to finally look content on whatever she had clicked on.

Once I heard that steady bumping of the bass vibrating through the speakers – I knew I had to find a way to get her home with me.

“White Stripes fan?” I asked.

She jumped in her place, before turning around slowly to look at me. It must have been a full minute before she spoke again as she looked me over, making me think that she must have recognized me. In reality, usually when women figured out who I was, they were more than willing to follow the trail back to my place.

A small, flirty grin graced those lips of hers. “Can’t go wrong with a classic, right?”

The fact that she even knew that Seven Nation Army was a classic might have made my heart skip a beat, but instead a laugh escaped me. “You could not be more right.”

I watched as her eyes fluttered from where I was before her to where Russ’s little group was standing, closer to the door of the joint. When her attention turned back towards me, a look of caution was present. “Did your friends send you over here to put on something better?”

Glancing over to where the guys appeared to have barely noticed I had left, I shook my head. “Do you want me to be honest?”

“Only thing I’ve ever wanted in life,” she answered, that tilted grin from earlier back on her face. Something about it made my insides feel warm, but I chalked it up more than likely it was just the liqueur and beer mixing in my stomach.

“I made a bet with them,” I lied, keeping my head up high. “I said I could leave with the most attractive girl here tonight.”

A small blush bloomed across her cheeks. “Any luck finding her?”

Was this girl serious? Did she not know what she looked like tonight? I stole a glance around the bar for added effect before focusing back on her. “Have you taken a look around here? You are by far the most gorgeous woman here.”

Her chin jutted in the direction of the loud group of women I had chosen to ignore earlier. It was obvious they were there to partake in bachelorette activities, like getting so drunk the bride to-be doesn’t even remember the name of the man she is supposed to marry in the morning. “You have a whole crowd of them over there.”

I couldn’t help the face that I made at her comment. “Now why would I want to take advantage of a drunk woman trying to live it up on her last night of freedom?”

“Who says I’m not drunk?”

I grinned at her, loving the challenge. “Prove me wrong when we get out of here.”

She took one last look around the place, almost like she was trying to weigh out her option. I was feeling pretty good about myself up until the moment right now when she was hesitating. The way she was chewing on that bottom lip was starting to make my slacks a little bit tighter. “Lead the way.”

Little did I know that my little dare would lead to just what I needed.

--

“Are you ever going to answer me?”

“Yes,” I chuckled, downing the last drops of coffee before tossing it in the recycle bin behind me.

“Anytime soon?”

Reaching down, I laced my fingers with hers. “How about we head back to Momma’s and I can explain it to you there?”

Her brow furrowed. “You can’t just tell me now?”

“Maybe I want it to be a surprise.”

--

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The pet names were something new he had been trying with you. Anytime he called you ‘beautiful’ or even ‘baby’ you felt your heart skip a beat. Literally. You were pretty sure you stopped breathing for a couple seconds.

You glanced over at the window behind him, noticing that Cliff had already arrived at the apartment. “Oh, nothing really. Just missing the warm weather.”

He grinned. “We haven’t even stepped out of the car.”

“There’s snow on the ground Jensen,” you quipped, leaning over the door handle to peer at the ground with a scrunched nose. “Snow is the opposite of working on my tan.”

“Oh, does that mean I could see more of you in that bikini?”

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue at him before haphazardly throwing open your door, filling the car up with the chill of Vancouver. “Not in this weather, you won’t.”

The disappointed pout he gave made you giggle. The snow crunched under you as you took your first step back towards home, following carefully behind Cliff with the suitcases in hand. You made sure to thank him repeatedly for carrying them, knowing fully well that you could have managed on your own, but like always he waved you off.

Once you were inside the much warmer apartment, you shed your coat, throwing it on the back of one of the plush chairs. You made your way over to the little herb garden to make sure that everything was still alive and growing correctly. The spring onions were starting to bud and the others weren’t too far behind. Much to your surprise, nothing had died thanks to the Do-It-Yourself watering system you had put together before the trip.

While it was nice to have been somewhere warm with loads of unlimited sunshine, it was also much nicer to be in a place that was familiar to you.

Jensen came in through the door, brushing some snow out of his hair before closing it behind him. “I just sent Cliff home, but he’ll be back on Monday to pick me up for filming.”

You clicked your tongue at the thought of life getting back to a routine again. One that left you home, alone, more often than you would like. “Oh, right.”

“Hey,” he said softly, coming towards your garden and wrapping his muscular arms around you in a hug; you just lazily slumped into his chest. “What if you came with me to the set this week?”

That was a surprising proposal. “More photo ops, huh?”

“What?” He pulled away enough to hold you at arm’s length and look you dead in the eye. “No. No photos that I know of.”

You raised an eyebrow at him trying to piece together was he was asking you. “So, correct me if I’m wrong, but you want me to come to set.. just because?”

“No, I want you to come because I want you there.”

Continuing to look at him questionably, you asked your next question cautiously. “Why?”

You saw the gears in his head turning while he stared at you, his tongue running along his bottom lip in thought. In those moments, you noticed concerned the look on his face was. Sure, the two of you spent a lot of time together in Dallas, but did that really mean something?

His hands dropped from your arms, but his eyes stayed trained on you. “Do I really need a reason?”

You suddenly felt nervous, like you had to take back your question and fix the impending look of hurt forming on Jensen’s face. “No, no,” you stepped closer to him, giving him an honest smile and wishing those arms could be around you once again. “I was just surprised you suggested it is all.”

His face seemed to relax, but you could still see those gears turning over and over. “You really don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“I want to, Ackles. I really want too.”

The next course of action took you completely by surprise, he closed in on you – using his hand to hold your chin in place, he kissed you gently. It was so soft you were almost sure that you had imagined it, but when he released you to say that he was going to take a shower. You knew it was real.

Everything was real.

The rest of the evening, the two of you went through the motions of making dinner, cleaning up and even sharing a bottle of wine while laughing about the past two weeks. He picked on the fact that you snored a little bit in your sleep, to which you pointed out only really happened when you were exhausted. Naturally, that cocky little smirk of his would come around when he thought about certain things that he liked to make you exhausted with.

Glancing at the kitchen clock, you noticed that it was creeping up on midnight. “Jesus, we should probably get to bed.”

“Yeah, I guess we should” he leaned forward and put his empty wine glass on the coffee table. “By the way, I’ve thought of my questions.”

“And you’re just telling me this now?”

He chuckled. “I’ve decided that I’ll ask them at my leisure.”

Giving him an eyeroll, you stood up, grabbing his wine glass and yours to place in the sink. After doing so, you turned back towards where he was sitting on the couch, and crossed your arms. “That’s not how the game is supposed to go.”

“Think of this as our version,” he grinned, standing up to meet you where you stood in the kitchen. Once he was in front on you, he matched your position, crossing his own arms and leaning against the counters across from you.

“Do I get a question before bed then?”

He nodded slowly, still leaving that grin in place. “It’s a big one too.”

You rocked back and forth on your feet, getting more and more impatient by the minute with how long he was dragging this out. “Well then, stop dragging your feet, will you?”

“Will you move into my room?”

It wasn’t a lie that this was a big one. Sure, maybe it wasn’t to the average couple, but nothing about this relationship was normal. Most couples who were living together in a two bedroom apartment used that second bedroom as a gym or an office with a pull out couch. Hell, some even used it as a nursery if it was needed, but for you and Jensen; this was a game changer. But also most couples who lived together had been together for longer than a couple months, well, what the world thought was a couple months.

You couldn’t lie that the last two weeks you had slept better than you had in forever, but was that because of the man you were sharing the bed with or was it because of the things you did with that man in bed?

“Y/N?”

Apparently spacing out wasn’t a promising thing to do with thinking over your answer. The deciding factor of how you replied would rely in his. “Will you actually let me sleep if I do?”

The way his eyes danced over your body was all the answer you needed.

--

Despite feeling like you needed twelve cups of coffee to get up and function at the un-godly hour that Jensen had to be on set, you were oddly excited for this newest perk of being with him. Even pulling through the film location with the crew scattered about and the famous Impala parked off to the side; you felt like you were on a buzz you couldn’t get rid of.

“Y/N!” Came a loud, booming voice as soon as you stepped out of the SUV.

Before you could even turn in the direction that it came from, massive arms wrapped around you in possibly the biggest bear hug you’ve ever gotten. You almost felt like your lungs were being crushed, but just when you thought the end was near, your feet were back on the ground.

Gasping for breath, you offered the lanky man before you a small, only slightly pained, smile. “Good morning to you too, Jared.”

“It’s so good to see you,” his smile seemed to grow wider as Jensen approached the two of you as he rounded the car, his script in hand. “I was starting to think that Jensen was trying to keep you all to himself.”

“What if I was?” He asked his best friend, offering you a cheeky wink.

Jared looked offended at his question. “Dude. We’re basically family. It was bad enough you didn’t even tell us that you had a girlfriend.”

From the tone in Jared’s voice, you would have guessed that Jensen had been cheating on his taller half with you. That thought only was absurd, but the fit of giggles erupted without warning from your throat causing both the boys to look at you like you had just grown an extra appendage.

“Sorry,” you squeaked, trying to suppress them to the best of your ability.

The boys went about catching up briefly on their Thanksgiving break. During the brief conversation, Jensen kept you close to him with an arm around your waist. The looks you were getting from fellow crew members and even Jared himself was starting to make you self-conscious.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Jared stated with a clap of his hands. “Gen wants me to invite you guys over for dinner sometime this week.”

“Gen and the boys are here?” Jensen asked, sounding surprised.

Jared nodded his head enthusiastically while the smile he had been wearing the whole time grew even wider. “She decided to bring the boys and stay through Christmas. And I’m not one to complain about having them around.”

You could tell just from the way he spoke Gen’s name that Jared loved his wife to pieces. For the first time in a while, it made you ache for someone to talk about you that way.

“I think we would love to come over,” you answered for the two of you, knowing that Jensen wouldn’t mind.

Something behind you caught Jared’s attention, to which he held up a single finger in that general direction as if to say ‘hold on a minute.’ “How about Friday night then, say about five? We should be done early that day anyway.”

“Sounds good to me.”

With a small smile and a nod, Jared gave you one last giant hug before heading off into the set, looking for whoever had summoned him. Tilting your head, you looked over to see Jensen running his hand along his jaw, like he was deep in thought about something.

“Everything okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” he stopped rubbing his jaw and gave you a somewhat embarrassed smirk. “Just one thing.”

You looked at him, not even bothering to ask what could possibly be an issue with you guys going over to best friend’s house for dinner and some actual conversation that didn’t involve one of you getting all hot and bothered. Instead, you just waited for him to tell you.

Now the smirk dropped into something a little bit more sorry looking, “Gen and Dee are best friends.”

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“Miss Y/L/N, do you want me to take your bags?” Cliff asked you, pulling you out of your circling thoughts.

The flight into Texas had been just as smooth as when you flew in Vancouver and your thoughts had been just the same; a giant mess of emotions and different scenarios. None of which ever worked in your favor. Your stomach was so tight that when the stewardess came through and asked about snacks, you could barely make words without feeling like you were going to throw up.

“No, no,” you offered a half assed smile to your favorite body guard. “I think I can handle pushing my own suitcase for once. You already do so much for me Cliff.”

The huskier man returned the gesture and you hoped that he knew that you meant he really did a lot for you. Sometimes you felt like it was a little too much.

“Y/N,” Jensen glanced at you while the three of you stepped past the threshold of the plane and into the more crowed airport. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little green.”

A solid glance in his direction, you knew that he was getting a huge kick out of your apprehensiveness right now. “You know damn well, Ackles, I don’t do well with meeting the parents.”

“You told me the other night that you literally only met your high school boyfriend’s mother,” you didn’t have to see him to know that he was wiggly his eyebrows condescendingly at you. “And we all know how long ago that was.”

If there weren’t so many people around you would have smacked him hard. Who knew how that would look to the press; the last thing you needed on this trip was Henry calling you up and bitching about how the public was viewing your relationship as on the “rocks.”

“And she hated me.”

“Maybe she had a good reason too,” he teased.

You poked your tongue out at him before going back focusing on not losing Cliff, who was a good couple of steps in front of the two of you. Another silence fell over the group as you continued to make your way to the rental vehicle section where Cliff had gone ahead and reserved an SUV similar to the one that was sitting in the parking lot of your apartment in Canada.

Once you reached your destination, you and Jensen hung back while Cliff approached the counter and took care of the rest of the details before you could be on your way to the Ackles estate. Seriously, you heard Jensen on the phone the other day – he actually called it the family estate.

“Just breathe,” Jensen spoke to you, lazily throwing and arm around your shoulders. “I swear, there is nothing like some real southern hospitality. Even if my mom hates you, she sure as hell isn’t going to let you know it.”

“Well that’s reassuring,” you moaned, shoving his arm off of you and heading towards Cliff who had a set of keys in hand.

You heard Jensen laugh, but chose to ignore it out of spite of his lack of empathy to your feelings towards meeting his parents. He was a freaking actor who knew who to work the room when he felt out of place and unwanted; you were pretty sure the man could smile at a stranger and they would feel like their life had changed, while you on the other hand wore your emotions on your sleeve. Especially the ugly ones.

Your “boyfriend” continued to crack some jokes at your expense while Cliff drove south before hoping on the highway. Both men had told you that the trip would only take about twenty minutes or so and you could tell by the lack of silence happening with Jensen, that he was either actually trying to make you feel better or was just trying to hide that fact that he was just as nervous about your meeting his mother and father for the first time. Hell, who knew if you would be seeing them again during the course of this contract.

“Home sweet home,” Jensen exclaimed happily, unbuckling himself before the car was even in park. The man was practically jumping up and down like a child going on a field trip to the zoo. “Man, I can already smell my momma’s cooking.”

“I hope you get fat,” you joked, still eyeing him carefully, afraid that he would stop, drop and roll his way out of the car before too long.

The house was large and painted a beautiful shade of canary yellow, but not mansion like; more like someone at a point in time had a large family and everyone needed their own room kind of large. The front door was a very bright red, something that you could spot the moment you turned from the main road onto the private dirt road. It looked like they owned quite a bit of land and from the flower bed that surrounded the wrap around porch, you could make the assumption that Mrs. Ackles had quite the green thumb.

Jensen pouted at you before throwing his door open the moment the car wasn’t in motion. You, on the other hand, took your sweet time slugging your way out with purse in hand. When you heard the front door swing open and a loud squeal, you couldn’t help but break out in a nervous sweat.

“Oh, my sweet baby,” a blonde woman who looked to be about in her sixties crooned loudly throwing her arms wide while running down the steps to where Jensen and yourself were standing at the trunk of the car. “I’m so happy you are here, darlin’.”

The smile kept growing on Jensen’s face as he met his mother half way. “Momma,” he cooed, wrapping her up in his arms and picking her up a good two inches off the ground. “I’ve missed you.”

“Shoo,” she swatted at him when he placed her feet back on the grass. “You don’t miss yer momma enough to be able to call her and tell her that you are dating someone again?”

That was your queue to step forward and put on your brave face. Jensen’s smile didn’t falter when he turned towards you and gave you a wink. “Momma, this is Y/N.”

The petite blonde woman grinned widely at you before stepping away from her son and wrapping your up in her bear hug. “Now don’t you be a stranger,” you could feel her smile into your shoulder as she kept you close barely allowing your arms to move from your sides. “My home is yours. And despite what Jensen may have told you, please, call me Momma.”

That was going hurt when the time came.

“Oh, well, nice to meet you Momma,” you said awkwardly while shooting Jensen a look from over his mother’s shoulder. “Thank you so much for letting me stay here.”

As she pulled away, she waved her hands in front of her like the thought of you staying anywhere else was just complete and utter nonsense. “Please, I’m not stupid in thinking ya’ll are these innocent high school kids.”

Both you and Jensen opened your mouths in protest, but Momma’s next sentence had them clamped tighter than a mousetrap. “I’ve seen the pictures darlin’.”

Despite feeling more flustered than you had when you first saw the photo in question, Jensen’s mother continued, “I’m sure Joshua won’t mind carrying the bags up to Jensen’s old room for the two of you and Cliff  can go get some much needed rest in the basement,” she stated turning towards Cliff. “We have you all set up down there – think of it like your own lil’ apartment.”

Cliff gave Momma a much appreciative nod before popping open the trunk and pulling out all the bags. As soon as you even tried to lean in the direction of your favorite polka-dotted suitcase, Jensen’s mother had the both of you scooped up in her arms and pulled in the direction of the house.

“Now I want the two of you to head right on upstairs and get washed up for dinner,” she spoke sternly, like she had been dealing with elementary aged children all day. “Food will be on that table at six o’clock sharp. So that means no monkey business.”

You stood there blushing immensely at the foot of the staircase, only allowing you to cautiously nod your head. You got the feeling that Jensen’s mother really knew how to run a house. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good,” she praised you with a pat on the back, followed by a gentle shove towards the staircase.

Jensen hadn’t stopped smiling since the plane had landed on his native Texan soil. “It’s so good to see you again Momma.”

“I know baby,” she reached a hand up and clapped it against her son’s cheek. “I know this is short notice, but Mackenzie ran into Danneel at the market and told her that you would be in town for the holiday.”

All traces of playfulness that had been there moments prior were completely erased from Jensen’s face as he stared at his mother. You knew that Momma couldn’t see him as well as you since she was still on the ground floor, having turned away from him to adjust a family portrait on the wall next to the stairs; one that looked to be from Jensen’s high school days. The both of you had started your journey towards your shared room, but the quick change in facial expressions told you that Danneel was not a name that he wanted to hear.

“I guess the two of them got to talking and Mack asked her over for supper,” Momma continued with her grin, turning her attention back towards her son.

Her smile slipped a bit when she saw the look on Jensen’s face, something that you could only describe as the look you get when you just saw a careless driver hit your new puppy; so you hurriedly jumped in.

“Thank you so much Mrs. Ackles – I mean Momma,” you resolved, grabbing Jensen by the arm and giving him a tug to follow your lead up the stairs. “I promise, after we get a little more settled, we will be down at six on the nose.”

You barely gave her anytime to say anything else before you yanked her son away from her point of view and up the rest of the stairs. Just as you were about to make an educated guess on which room was the one that you two would be sharing for the next thirteen and half days, Jensen gripped your forearm harshly.

“What the fuck Jay?” you seethed, jerking your arm away from him.

He turned to you, his face still written with pure hatred and something that looked a close to embarrassment. “I can’t be in the same room with that woman.”

The two of you were awkwardly still standing in the middle of his hallway, all you could do was hope that no one was just hanging out in their room at this time because it looked like Jensen wasn’t budging. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed your arm and asked him the question you knew he didn’t want to answer. 

“Okay, who is this woman?”

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.”

You stared. And you stared hard. Clearly Jensen was a man who had money, like the housekeeper kind of money, but he had an agent. An agent for what? “Is requesting of us?”

Now you both just stared at each other. His eyes bore into yours, like he was trying to size you up with whatever was going through his head. And while you were trying to comprehend what was happening, all you could focus on was how you could easily lean up and kiss him; something you wished you remembered more of from last night.

Seconds passed by slowly, before Jensen cleared his throat and glanced anywhere, but at you. “I don’t know what to tell you other than we need to head over to my agency.”

Your brain was still running on overdrive, so autopilot started to kick in. “Can’t I go home and change first?”

He brought his hand to the back of his neck and you watched as he rubbed the spot ever so gently. “I don’t think that would be the wisest decision until after we speak with Henry.”

Giving him a very slow nod, you absently started to head back over to where you left your phone on the edge of the bed. “Um, I need my purse and my heels.”

“I believe those will be waiting for you downstairs, by the door.”

“Ah,” you answered, feeling another blush creeping up while trying to remember why you would have just absently thrown your valuables off to the side while in a strangers house. “Well then, I guess we should go.”

The walk to through the flat was oddly numbing, like the curious part of you wanted to take a look around and get a feel for the man you had just spent the night with, but then the other, incredibly ashamed, part wanted to get whatever this was over with. As you approached the main door to the place, you saw an older woman, probably close to her late fifties with greying dark hair and the kind of dark eyes that have most likely seen more than she wanted to admit walk through this apartment, waiting with what looked like your heels and handbag from the night before.

You offered her a small smile when you took them, to which gave you a courteous nod. While you were slipping your heels on, you heard her tell Jensen that Cliff was waiting in the car down below. She also mentioned something about coffee and Tylenol before scooting you both out the door quickly.

“She seems nice,” you mentioned casually, watching Jensen from the corner of your eye. “I don’t think I would have mind being escorted out by her.”

You heard him give a gruff laugh before pushing the downward button for the elevator. “I can’t complain, she’s almost like a second mom here in New York.”

You both stepped through the threshold when the elevator came up and dinged open before you. Not knowing what time it was, you thought it seemed a little odd that no one else was waiting on the other side of the sliding, metal doors. “I take it you aren’t from here?”

Feeling him turn his gaze to you, you focused steadily on the laminated buttons before you. “Do you really not know who I am, Y/N?”

“Am I supposed to?”

Not having to glance over at him, you knew that he was smirking at you and hard. Plus, it helped that you could see some of his reflection in the door. “No, I guess not. Just surprised is all.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, trying to think through your next question carefully. The elevator ride came to a smooth stop and the doors slid back open to reveal a glass lobby and the sun barely peeking out from between the surrounding buildings.

“Seriously?” Jensen groaned to your left causing you to look over and see him staring at the main entrance with nothing, but pure hatred fuming from him.

Following his gaze, you turned to see a line of people who looked to be bundled up and waiting for something outside of the building; kind of like when people go to midnight premieres of movies. As soon as the two of you stepped out from the cabin of the elevator, you heard what sounded like a shrill scream and were blinded by several lines of flashes in your general direction.

Still a little dazed and confused, you felt Jensen slip his hand into yours and tugging you in the general direction of the doors and where people seemed to be shouting for his attention. The loud clicking from cameras and shouting of random questions, was not helping your hangover in the slightest. “Y/N, I’m going to need you to move quickly. Just follow my lead, okay?”

You were pretty sure that you replied, but doubt that he heard it over the heady noise surrounding you. As soon as you exited the lobby, you were met with loud roar of questions and crisp, fall morning air.

“Jensen, Jensen, who is this?”

“Jensen, what do you have to say about Danneel dating Richard?”

“Hey you, you, what is your name?”

Just as quickly as the two of you had left the building, you found yourself safely tucked away into a black SUV with Jensen sitting next to you. A tall, husky looking man, who you could only assume was Cliff, reached an arm back and handed Jensen a carry out tray with two to-go coffee cups.

Handing you one, Jensen turned his body towards you. “Sorry about that.”

“Okay,” you took the coffee, taking a deep breath into the steam and allowing the smell to hopefully uncloud your brain a bit. “Who the hell are you?”

“What do you mean?”

You stared at him, trying not to let the self-assured look that his green eyes were giving you distract from the fact that he had fucking paparazzi waiting for him outside of his flat. “You have a housekeeper, you have a driver and you have a slew of people who seemed to stalk the very place you like to bring strange women too.”

He offered you a shrug before sipping his coffee carefully. “I’m an actor.”

“What kind of actor?”

He opened his mouth, revealing some teeth and ran his damn tongue along that damn bottom lip of his. “Does it matter?”

Having started to take a sip of your own coffee, you glared at him while you swallowed. “I would like to think that I didn’t go home with a porn star last night.”

Jensen gave you a heavy laugh, one that echoed through the large SUV. “Darlin’,” he said slowly, catching his breath and giving you a chance to notice the hint of southern drawl in the word. “If I was a porn star, I would be severally offended that you don’t remember last night.”

“Then can you just fucking tell me?”

He still couldn’t fight the cocky grin on his face, but sadly the driver, who you were going to call Cliff even if that wasn’t his name, had put on the brakes and announced that you had arrived at you location.

Now with some caffeine in your veins, you couldn’t calm the swarm of butterflies that were erupting in your stomach.

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The girl pictured before you had her arms wrapped around the man in front of her, pulling his mouth as close as humanly possible to hers. Her mess of hair was wrapped around one of the man’s free hands while the other was very comfortably cupping her ass. The picture was cringe-worthy and incredibly indecent. You couldn’t imagine what that girl’s mother would say if she saw the photo splayed out on the front cover of some magazine.

“So, as you can see, this doesn’t look very good,” the petite framed man with greying hair and frown lines, stated a little too calmly from across the long, glass desk. “I was able to stop some of the productions with other magazines, but this is going to be nationwide before noon.”

Jensen, who was sitting in a leather chair next to you, seemed like he was bored already of this conversation. You, on the other hand, felt like you were being lectured by the headmaster of an all-girl Catholic school. “This is going to be nationwide?”

Henry adjusted his glasses on his nose, eyeing you compassionately. “Yes Miss Y/L/N.” He gave a light cough, eyeing Jensen questionably before turning his attention back to you. “By noon, we can expect that people all over will know your name.”

“When the fuck are you going to tell me who you are?” You asked, turning your whole body to face Jensen.

He leaned forward, looking more amused by the minute. “My name is Jensen Ackles and I am actor for the show Supernatural.”

Supernatural sounded oddly familiar to you. You were pretty sure that Janet had mentioned to you several times that you should watch it, but the first episode alone had given you nightmares for three days.

“I don’t believe it.”

Jensen sat back, moving his eyes down your legs before focusing back in on Henry. “Well, believe it, darlin’.”

Ignoring the goosebumps that started forming at his offhand glance, you turned back towards why you were even here to begin with; despite the fact that you had a million questions running through your head. “So, what does that mean?”

“To be honest, it doesn’t look good for Mister Ackles,” Henry said calmly, once again looking at you with a certain kind of empathy. It was the kind that wasn’t sitting well in your already queasy stomach. “So that is why I asked you here today – we have a proposal for you.”

Gingerly, Henry slid over a very official looking paper. At first glance you would have never expected that this would be the single most important paper you would ever read; this was the one that would change your life forever.

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