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agirlwithdemonblood · 1 year

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May I please request a Jensen x reader where she has a boyfriend and he’s abusive not physically just mentally and in result of that she’s really quiet and shy on set, like for example she sits by herself at lunch. Everyone tries to break her out of her shell not knowing what’s going on especially Jensen cause he has a crush on her. One day he invites her to watch a movie in his trailer and she agrees but then her bf shows up and becomes physical and Jensen breaks it up? They end up together 🥰

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Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Mean boyfriend, mental abuse, bullying, swearing, verbal assault, physical assault.

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A/N: I put a little spin on it, included time stamps I hope you like it!! Thank you for the request and the support. ❤️❤️

Jensen watched in anguish as you walked by him, a light "Hello." leaving your lips, but that was it. Again.

For the past two weeks, its been getting worse. Your usual "Good morning Jensen!" was replaced with "Good morning." to "Morning." and finally to "Hello." He didn't understand what he did or why this was happening.

It wasn't just the morning greetings either, you were pulling away fully. You stopped popping into his trailer at random times of the day. You stopped eating in the tent with all the others. You stopped inviting them out for drinks, you stopped communicating with Jensen and it tore him apart.

He's only known you a matter of five months now but he couldn't stop thinking about you. The day he met you was stuck on repeat in his mind.

-5 months ago-

"Everybody, I'd like to welcome the new cast member of supernatural, Y/N L/N. She will be playing Morgan and she will be here for a while so get to know her now."

You stood shyly behind the director, lifting your small hand to wave hi, and as soon as your eyes met his, you froze, a bright and nervous smile appearing on both of your faces.

Everybody introduced themselves before heading to the tent, leaving you and Jensen standing alone, awkwardly, in the room. His eyes never left yours. Yours never left his.

Finally after what felt like forever, you walked up to him. He smiled and stepped closer, holding out his hand. He was about to introduce himself before you held up your hand, a smug look on your face.

"Don't need to introduce yourself, I know exactly who you are."

He smirked and nodded, crossing his arms to let you continue.

You leaned closer as if you were telling a secret and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Your name is Dean Winchester, your an Aquarius and you enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women."

He froze, pulling back to stare at the comically huge smile on your face before you burst into laughter. He quickly joined, shaking his head at you. He knew right than and there, he liked you.

Since that day, his thoughts revolved around you. He couldn't help it. He thought you were the most beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes on, your humor matched his, you went out of your way to show respect and kindness to everybody around you and you two were inseparable.

He had it hard for you, but he missed his chance.

--Two months ago--

The daisy in his hand flopped over, but he didn't mind. He knew you would love it either way. You never really wore anything with flowers, but when you did-daisies. He found out that you loved them. You loved how simple yet beautiful they were. Like they didn't need to try, they were just naturally gorgeous. Just like you.

He walked across the set, catching your eye. You smiled and rushed forward, eyeing the daisy in his hand. "Is that for me?"

He smiled and nodded, leaning closer to place the flower in your hair. You touched it gently and stepped closer to give him a hug. It was the last one you've given him since that day.

"Hey Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to go get a drink, maybe we could talk."

You frowned and let him go, "Damn, I have a date tonight or I totally would."

He froze, embarrassment and nervousness flooding him, of course you had a date, look at you. He couldn't be jealous or angry, he had three damn months to make a move but he never did. Until today, and it was too late.

You stepped closer, concern in your eyes. "I can cancel Jensen, it's totally fine."

He shook his head and plastered on the best fake smile he could. "Nono don't be silly. You go. I'll see you tomorrow."

Your eyebrows lifted in uncertainty, staring at him for a moment longer to try and read his mood. Something was off, you knew that. "Are you sure?"

He smiled and nodded, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to walk you to your car. "Yeah, more than sure. Good luck on your date, let me know how it goes."

You finally smiled and nodded, sitting in your car before rolling down the window. "Thanks Jensen, I'll see you tomorrow."

A week after that, he was finally introduced to your new boyfriend. Kyle. Ugh. Even the name made him angry.

He didn't know why, but he didn't like that guy. There was something about him that made him uneasy. Maybe it was the fact that every time he came by, he noticed your smile lessen and your shoulders lower. Or maybe its because when he met him for the first time, all he did was look Jensen up and down before smiling smugly.

Like he knew jensen had a crush on you, and he was showing off that he’s the one who landed you. He didn't like him. At all.

--Present Day--

And now, here we are.

Jensen kept up his efforts to be your friend, trying to control the thoughts about you, trying to remind himself that you and him are friends and that was all. It hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit, seeing you with him made something bubble underneath his skin. But he loved you enough to hold back and be there as much as he could.

It seemed like you didn't want him there anymore though, and it killed him. But he knew it wasn't just him. Everybody has noticed the change. You used to come in with a huge smile on your face, even in the early hours like 5:00 am shoots, nobody knew how you did it. You were always the one to bring the energy and positive vibes, lately you were like a ghost of a person. Quiet, shy, reserved.

Sad. You seemed sad.

He wanted to ask you, he was going to ask you but he was worried that you might tell him it's none of his business. He figured you would have told him eventually, but you never did and it got worse.

A long day of shooting was finally over with. He noticed the way you acted on stage compared to off camera, you were a really talented actor. In the happy scenes, you seemed genually happy. As soon as the director called cut, the smile disapeered.

He had enough, he knew something was wrong and he needed you to know he was here for you. Tonight, he would figure it out.

You walked back to your trailer to call it a night, jumping nearly out of your skin when Jensen's hand rested on your shoulder. He held his hands up in defense and chuckled, "Sorry! Just me."

You laughed lightly and turned to face him, a plastered smile appearing. "What's up."

"What's your plans for tonight?"

You frowned and checked the time. It was later than you thought. Kyle was going to hate that. He hated when you came home late, waking him up, messing up his sleep.

You frowned and lifted your head, "Not sure, probably just go home."

He shook his head and grabbed your hand, "Nah, want to go watch a movie together?"

You stood in your spot, eyes falling to the floor. Yes, you knew you were pushing Jensen away and you really did not want to. But things with Kyle were... complicated.

It started out amazing, one date turned into multiple, soon you two were exclusivly seeing eachother, and than he basically moved into your apartment with you. It was good.

Until you noticed little things change. His attitude getting rougher. His tone unimpressed. His distance. He barely touched you unless he wanted sex. You brushed it off, thinking it was just a rough patch.

Except it got worse without you realizing. His words became aggressive. His comments pushing you further and further down.

When you'd come home late after shooting, or being at the bar, he would yell. Scream. Sometimes if he was angry enough and could smell alcohol on your breathe, he would throw things.

He has never laid a hand on you, but the pain of hearing the man you have feelings for tell you that you are a shit actress and will never go anywhere, telling you that you are the ugliest celebrity he has ever met, wishing he never met you, convincing you that if you left, you'd be alone, that shit hurt more than anything. You would have rathered him used his fists, instead of breaking your spirit.

A hand waving in your face brought you back to reality, jumping slightly. "Earth to Y/N, where'd you go honey?"

"Oh, sorry. Um... I don't know Jensen it's pretty late."

He frowned and nodded before turning to leave, but you couldn't do it. You hated seeing him sad and either way, your going to get yelled at for staying out. You can't avoid that.

"Wait!" You yelled, watching him turn and walk back towards you. "Let's do it."

He sighed and shook his head, "You don't need to say yes just bec-"

"I want to." You interrupted, a genuine smile on your face. Jensen smiled back and waved towards your trailer, letting you lead the way.

You led Jensen to your trailer, opening the door to allow him to step inside. His eyes were following you again. Noticing that you seemed a little better, a little pep in your step and he knew it was because you two haven’t spent alone time together in… god knows how long.

As much as he tried to remind himself that you two were just friends and nothing more, he couldn't help but stare at you with the same admiration he has had since day one.

He cleared his throat before sitting on the couch, waiting patiently as you pulled out your phone, typed something and than set it down. You grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and brought it over. He accepted with a grateful smile, and you two fell right back into the friendship you used to have.

Laughter filling the trailer as you two argued over what movies were better, down to what scenes you thought were a little too extra, and than making fun of Jared, again. All in light fun of course.

You two totally forgot that you were even supposed to watch a movie together, you forgot what time it was, until a pounding at your trailer door scared the life out of you.

Standing from your spot, you glanced towards Jensen who was staring back in confusion. You opened the door and every part of you stilled when your eyes locked on Kyle. He looked pissed, tired and frustrated. If looks could kill, you would have definatly been 6ft under by now.

"K-Kyle! Hey babe. What are you doing here?" You attempted to keep the shake out of your voice.

His eyes glanced behind you and caught Jensen's gaze. He plastered a fake smile and stepped up the trailer's stairs. "Hey man. How are you doing?" He questioned.

Jensen's eyes glanced from your boyfriend to you, immedinatly taking in the way your hands slightly trembled and the glazed look in your eyes. You were scared, and he didn't know of what, yet.

He stood from his spot, holding his beer tightly in his fist. "Good good, we were just having a little movie night.”

Kyle didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just glared at Jensen. Jensen did the same. Kept his gaze firm. You could cut the damn tension with a knife.

Finally, Kyle made the first move, his hand moving to yours, a smirk playing at his lips. He looked friendly, unharming but his eyes told you everything. You were in trouble. “Can I speak to you outside for a min baby?”

You turned towards Jensen and smiled awkwardly, “Give me a miniute?”

Jensen nodded and stayed standing, watching you leave, watching Kyle shut the door a little too hard for his comfortability. He wanted to do the respectful thing and give your space, but he was worried. There was something unsettling about the way Kyle was acting and he knew you were not okay.

He moved to the door, listening the best he could but most of it was jumbled, only some words coming in and out.

“…..3:00 am! …. Kidding me? ….Stupid!”

His jaw clenched as he listened to Kyle’s voice get louder and more angry. He hated that he was yelling at you. He hated that just because you were out with a friend, he felt the right to come here and pull you out, ruining your night. And finally he knew what was wrong.

This wasn’t the first time Kyle had acted like this. He could hear you apologizing and he cringed. You should never have to apologize, he thought.

The sounds of light crying shattered his heart and he fought against every fibre in his body not to walk out there and deck the guy. He knew he couldn’t let his feelings get in the way of yours. But things got drastic fast and he knew he needed to do something.

Kyle, very loudly screamed at you. “You think you can get anybody else but me? You should be fucking lucky I chose you, you ugly fucking bitch.”

Jensens eyes widened and he rushed towards the door, a loud smack echoing right outside the door before he opened it.

The trailer door slammed open and you nearly jumped out of your skin, your eyes quickly focusing on Jensen. He looked more angry than Kyle, and it scared you a bit.

Jensens gaze shifted to you, anger filling him when he noticed how you were pressed against the trailer, tears staining your cheeks and filled in your eyes, your face was red but only one side. He knew what that sound was.

He stepped down the stairs towards Kyle, instantly face to face with the guy. “Did you just fucking hit her?” He spit out angrily.

“Yo why don’t you go inside and let us finish our conversation.” Kyle spit, smirking at Jensen.

It took everything inside him not to punch him out right here, but he knew that wouldn’t help anything. Jensen turned towards you, his feautures softening a little. “You alright?” You nodded and bit your lip to push back the sob threatening to escape.

Jensen turned back towards Kyle and crossed his arms, standing in place. Refusing to back down. “I think you should go man.”

Kyle laughed loudly and shook his head, “Okay. C’mon Y/N.”

Before Jensen could speak, Kyle was already in front of you, aggressively pulling your arm towards him to the point where you nearly fell right on your face.

Jensen rushed forward and stepped an inch from Kyles face, eyes shooting daggers at him. “Let. Her. Go.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

Kyle pulled your arm harder causing you to whimper in pain, he pulled you to his chest and held you there. “You don’t tell me what to do. She’s my girl, not yours. Y/N let’s go.”

You stared at Jensen in desperation and fear, Kyle had never put hands on you before but now that he has, you could finally see how much danger you really were in.

When his eyes met yours, he knew that he needed to protect you at all costs. He knew that stepping in wasn’t a choice anymore, it was his responsibility. You were practically begging him to.

Jensen rushed forward and pushed Kyle, hard, on the ground. Successfully breaking your arm free from his grip. You grabbed your arm and rushed behind Jensen, his hand instantly wrapping around to hold you behind him.

Kyle jumped up and got in Jensens face, anger seeping through so visibly that it scared the hell out of you. “Back the fuck off man, Y/N last warning let’s go now.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you.”

Kyle stared at you hiding behind Jensen and laughed, “You seriously want to do this? End our relationship? Your a piece of fucking garbage nobody’s ever going to love you.”

You frowned and rested your head against Jensens back, feeling his hand press you closer like he was trying to reassure you that it would be okay.

Jensen shook his head and an angry smile appeared on his face, “Dude, you better leave now.”

Kyle smirked and stepped closer, “Or what? You gonna hit me? Do it.”

Jensen felt you tremble and he bit his lip, moving his hand to rub your back gently. “Leave.”

Kyle chuckled angrily and shook his head, “You think I don’t see what’s happening? Your only protecting her because you want to get into her pants. But trust me, she gives it way too easily and she’s not even good.”

That was it. The moment that Jensen couldn’t fight it anymore. He pushed you gently back and stepped forward, clocking Kyle square in the jaw.

Kyle flew to the ground, back hitting the cement with a sickening thud. His mouth was bloody and he looked pissed enough to kill and it scared the shit out of you. He stood from his spot and made eye contact with you pressed against the trailer. He walked closer and pointed straight in your face.

“You are a fucking cunt Y/N, thank god this is over and I don’t have to pretend I loved you anymore. Your nothing.”

You flinched at the words and shoved your head to the ground. Kyle spit on the cement before he glared at Jensen, and making his leave.

As soon as Jensen saw him leave the area, he sighed in relief. He turned to face you, his eyes widening and lowering when he saw you huddled on the ground, head on your knees.

You were shaking and your breathing was shallow. You were crying. Breaking down.

His heart broke at the sight, fighting off his own tears as he rushed forward, hand on your back and arm. “Hey he’s gone it’s okay.”

You shook your head and sob after sob came rushing out, bursting through you like a tsunami. Jensen panicked and picked you up, rushing inside the trailer and placed you on the couch.

His hands never left your back, his mouth leaned close to your ear to coach you through this. He knew you needed time and he would spend every miniute here comforting you if he had to.

Your sobs started slowing and your breathing was returning to normal, causing Jensen to release a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You okay honey? Look at me.”

You shook your head and turned away, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

He smiled sadly as his finger came to your chin, turning you towards him. His eyes glanced at the bright red mark on your face causing him to cringe. He wished Kyle would come back just so he could hit him one more damn time.

“I don’t see anything wrong with who you are honey. Your upset, I understand. I’m not going to let you do this alone.”

You laughed sadly and shook your head free from his grip. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” He stared back in confusion.

“Pretend you care.”

He froze and he felt like you stabbed him in the heart, why would you ever think he didn’t care about you?

You saw the hesitation to speak and you felt bad, but your mind was convincing you that it was true. The damage Kyle did on your brain was immense, but you couldn’t fix it.

“Jensen… Kyle wasn’t being untruthful. Not all the time. I am not a good actress, and-“

He leaned closer before you could go on, his hand coming up to your cheek. “Stop. Don’t do that. Kyle wasn’t truthful about anything. He didn’t know anything. Your an amazing actress, you are an amazing person. And there’s so many people out there who would love you.”

You laughed under your breath and shook your head. “Oh yeah, because they are just lining up to be with me. I’ve only been with one other man since Kyle. Nobody is interested in me, he is right.”

He stared deep in your eyes and frowned, you really believed it. If he could just show you how much he adored and loved you, it would be hardcore proof that you were too amazing to let go. His eyes lowered to your lips before he made his choice.

He leaned in slowly, hearing your breathing hitch but you didn’t back away. He hesitated, his heart pounding out of his chest. He was suddenly so nervous and so anxious. He’s been wanting to do this since he met you, he wanted it to be perfect.

He was scared, freezing between wanting to kiss you and not wanting to traumatize you or take advantage of a vulnerable girl. He didn’t know what to do. His lip shook in nervousness, his hand on your cheek trembling slightly.

You smiled shyly, taking in his condition. It was adorable seeing him so shy, so flustered. And it all became clear. Jensen really did like you. You noticed all the things he would say and do, and it made sense.

Without hesitation, you moved your head and stared into his eyes, seeing the love filled beneath them. You smiled and dipped forwards, your lips catching his in the best first kiss you could ever ask for.

He gasped in surprise before his hand moved to the back of your head, deepening the kiss as much as he could. Kissing Jensen unlocked something inside of you, something you didn’t know was there. You felt love, real love. And safe.

Jensen broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, a bright smile on his lips. “Wow.”

You giggled and lifted your head, “Yeah, wow. Jesus Jensen, what were you waiting for?”

He frowned and shook his head, “The right moment I guess, a sign that you were into me.”

You laughed lightly, “Jensen, I have been into you since day 1. Since you laughed at my stupid intro about quoting Dean Winchester. I’ve liked you since than and never stopped but you never made a move.”

He shook his head at himself, if he knew that you had feelings for him, he would have acted sooner but he had no idea. He didn’t want to move too fast and scare you. He didn’t want to mess things up for the show, he loved working with you.

Suddenly, it clued in. Daisies. He tried, he really did. You frowned and pushed your head down, Jensens eyes worriedly staring back at you.

“Daisies.” You whispered, shaking your head.

He smiled and leaned closer, “Yup, Daisies.”

“I should have cancelled. I should have stayed.”

He shook his head, “No, I think this is how it needed to happen. I think we know eachother way better now, and feelings are stronger.”

You smiled and nodded, leaning close to kiss his lips. You could feel him smiling into the kiss and everything inside of you melted. “Thank you for choosing me.” You whispered

He pushed another kiss before his hands moved to your cheeks. “I’ll always choose you Y/N.”

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agirlwithdemonblood · 10 months

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The Broken Fan - Chapter 4

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: Everything goes wrong, way too fast.

Warnings: Panic attack, anxiety, mentions of drinking, mentions of bar, swearing, scared Jensen, Panickedreader! Mean girls!

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Today was the day.

Everybody was excited to attend the signing, to have at least a few minutes with Jensen and Jared, their very own meet and greet.

I wondered how people would react if they were in my shoes last night, if they happened to crash into Jensen and be invited in for a drink. Would they freak out like I did? Would they blow their shot in under 20 minutes?

I didn’t know how to feel about seeing Jensen again after last night, considering I left fairly quickly I hope he didn’t dread seeing me today.

Mainly, my nerves were at an all time high at the unknown but I couldn’t pass on this opportunity, I couldn’t waste anymore chances at being normal, not again.

Everybody was already lining up when I entered the hotel lobby, two straight long lines nearly beside each other. I looked ahead and spotted Jensens table on the right, Jared’s on the left.

I hesitated, wondering which table to go to. If I went to Jared’s than Jensen may think I’m avoiding him or I didn’t like him in the first place. If I went in Jensen’s though it may look like I’m either a stalker, or it will be super awkward.

I stepped in Jared’s line and frowned. It didn’t feel right being here, wrong choice. As soon as I crossed and stepped into Jensen’s line, I felt a calm rush wave over me and I nearly rolled my eyes.

Okay, I guess this is where I’m staying.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped, before turning to face Vanessa and Amber, the two girls from day 1. My smile faded when I noticed the scowl on their faces and their eyes judging me to the core.

“Hi Y/N. How was your night in your car?” Vanessa spoke harshly. I bit my tongue and plastered on a poker face, “It was fine but I can’t wait to get home.”

She rolled her eyes towards Amber and laughed before I turned around, I don’t really know what their problem is with me today but at this point I didn’t care. I was becoming excited to see him again, and hopefully make up for last night.

I clutched the Supernatural journal I had in my hands and sighed in relief when the line started moving. Jensen was so close yet so far, I could see how gorgeous he looked again, laughing and smiling, interacting with everybody so kindly and patiently. It was heartwarming to see him like this.

My cheeks heated as I watched him, noticing the way his tongue peaked out when he was writing his name, eyeing the firm flex of his arms while he signed, and god, the way his eyes shined-it was all too much. He was too much.

“So Y/N.” Amber chimed in my ear, nearly giving me a heart attack. I rolled my eyes and turned in her direction.

She smiled smugly, “We saw you at the bar last night. We were going to say hi but I guess you were too occupied hanging out with Jensen and Jared.”

I froze in my spot as my eyes widened. Vanessa smirked and stepped closer until she was inches from my face. “Are you seriously trying to con your way into Jensen’s life? Stalker much?”

“I’m… not trying to do anything. He invited me for a drink.” I whispered nearly inaudibly.

A harsh laugh escaped Vanessa as her eyes narrowed. “Do you really think we are going to believe that Jensen had any interest in hanging out with a homeless chick?”

Panic. Fear. Regret.

“W-What?” I stuttered back.

Amber nodded and stepped closer to me, “We saw your car outside. You’ve clearly been living there for a long time, maybe forever. Not so much a traveller as a hobo, am I right?”

My mouth gaped open and shut, my vision started to blur as the panic set in.

She knew. They both knew. And they were using it against me. I knew I couldn’t be normal here. I knew I would be the outcast. Stupid, so stupid!

I was trembling in place, heart pounding in my ears and my mouth was so dry. The panic has officially set in and I needed to get out of here.

Before I had a chance to turn and run, one of the handlers placed their hand on my shoulder and urged me towards the table. Great, my turn.

I could barely see Jensen or anything in front of me as my vision went in and out, but I could tell he was staring at me, probably judging too.

But as soon as I stood in spot, I could feel his hand rest on top of mine shooting me straight back to reality. I looked up into his eyes and finally saw him.

He looked… scared. Concerned. Worried.

He leaned closer, “Y/N? Are you okay?”

I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off my forehead. “W-what?”

He swallowed hard. “I asked if you were okay. You don’t look so good…”

I smiled softly and nodded, trying my best to keep it together and just breathe. “Yeah, I’m fine sorry.”

He didn’t look convinced but I didn’t care. Fake it till you make it right? He smiled sadly and looked up, “What would you like me to sign?”

I nodded and took out my journal before passing it towards him. He opened it and froze, staring down at whatever he was looking at with a shocked expression.

“Oh shit what is it?” I questioned causing him to laugh. He turned to notebook towards me and I saw what his eyes caught, a not so good drawing I did of him when I was bored and having a particularly hard night.

“I forgot that was in there.”

He smiled and looked up at me, his eyes shining and staring intensely into mine just like he always did. “I love it.. did you do this?”

My cheeks warmed and I could feel the air seeping through once again, “Yeah, I did.”

“Wow.. Can I.. have it?” He questioned.

I tilted my head quizzically, “You want it?”

“Of course I do” he started “This is amazing.”

A smile erupted on my face as I grabbed the journal and carefully ripped out the page for him, and suddenly I forgot I was even panicking, I was lost in the moment with him, stuck in this warm bubble where nothing could ever hurt me.

He started to sign the journal, his eyes flicking up towards me causing my cheeks to burn. "Nice shirt, I haven't seen that one in a while."

I looked down and smirked, staring at the Dean Winchester mug shot I luckily found right before the convention but he didn't need to know that.

"Oh yeah, I've had this for years. I love it."

His head lifted up, a cocky grin spread across his lips. "Love it because it's me?"

I laughed as the blush deepened, "Meh, It was the only one I could get my hands on at the time, I wanted one of Jared to be honest."

His mouth dropped before a chuckle erupted from his throat, the most beautiful sound i've ever heard. "Oof, harsh. Here I was thinking you were a Dean girl after meeting me."

I shrugged and put on my best poker face. "Nah, I'm more of a Jensen girl." My heart fell into my stomach as soon as the words fell out, and before I could apologize for my idiotic flirty comment, he leaned backwards and covered his mouth as laughter came pouring out.

I quickly joined in laughter, hoping that my cheeks didn't look as red as they felt, but knowing my luck he could probably tell. He leaned forward and placed his hand on my notebook like a wall, shielding whatever he was writing down.

Such a beautiful bubble, so warm and comfy, I never wanted to leave. But of course, all good things come to an end.

Two rough fingers tapped my shoulders as the bubble I was in popped, bringing me back to reality. Vanessa smiled harshly and stepped closer, "So sorry to interrupt, but Y/N your car... I mean your house is being towed. Figured I should let you know before you have to sleep in the street. Although, i'm sure that's still not unusual for you."

I was paralized as I stared back at Vanessa, all the sounds around me was echoing before completly fading as I was pulled into panic mode. I turned towards Jensen in what felt like slow motion, watching him stand from his spot, hand touching my arm but I couldn't even feel it.

He shook my arm and everything came back at once, "Y/N? Hey, are you okay?"

I looked back towards the girls who were staring, laughing. It felt like everybody was laughing and it was all I could hear. I looked back at Jensen as tears welled in my eyes and my heart clenched in pain. "I-I gotta go..."

Before he could say anything, I ran out of the line as fast as my feet could take me, the feeling of everybody staring me crushing me down like a ton of bricks.

I hated it, I hated everything about this weekend. It was a mistake to even think that I could be normal here, that I could fit in. I was a fool and it was my own fault.

I could deal with other's bullying me or putting me down, but him. The way he stared at me with such pity and heartbreak, his eyes used to look so full of kindness and lust and now it was filled with fucking pity. He was never going to look at me the same way again, the memory I had with him was now tainted, poisoned and it was my own fucking fault.

I finally got outside as my car was pulling away attatched to the tow truck, my eyes filling with tears as fast as they ever could. My chest was painted with grief as I watched the only home I really knew be taken away from me. There was nothing I could do anymore, I didn't have enough to get my car out of the lot and I definitely did not have enough for a motel.

Jensen's POV

My heart was filled with pain at how broken and upset she looked, and I finally understood now.

The first day I saw her in the crowd when I asked her if she was okay, it was because she looked so anxious, so scared, like she has never been in a crowd before. I finally understood her.

That was why she was so kind, treating me like I was a normal human, it was because she wanted to be treated the same way.

I glared at the two girls who were still laughing about the situation, ashamed that two people could even call themselves my fans after completely breaking down another person.

The blonde girl who spoke to Y/N first, was making disgusting comments, not realizing I could hear. She went off about how wrong it was to allow a girl like her in here in the first place, how embarrassing it was.

Everything inside me begged to scream at them, god how I wanted to shout right in their face, kick them out of here, or throw something. But I knew I couldn't do that. I couldn't do anything, especially to two young girls, despite how big of bitches I thought they were.

I turned to my handler and insisted they came over, before whispering in his ear that I needed a break and I was leaving. He nodded and stepped forward, announcing that I would be closing the booth and I'd be back in an hour.

The look on the girl's faces were priceless, they were shocked and halfway looked annoyed and god, the anger was bubbling. I left the table as fast as I could, keeping it together until I got into the green room.

As soon as the door shut I could feel my chest tightening, my heart was shattering for her. She has been through so much, she looked so broken and defeated and all of humanity was just constantly letting her down.

I wanted to find her, I wanted to tell her that not everybody is as shitty as those two girls were. I wanted to tell her that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

God, I wanted to tell her that I wanted to be there for her, to be the person she could depend on, even though she may find me crazy, I didn't want to lose her.

I wanted to tell her. But I didn't even know where to find her. All I had was her journal and her name, that was it. I sat on the couch in defeat before Jared's words popped back into my head.

"You'll get another chance if it's fate, just let the world decide what's best for you."

It has to be fate right? This can't be how our story ends.

I rubbed the temples of my head in hopes to ease the pain of the pounding headache that was beginning, but it was no use. There was too much pain, everywhere. My eyes burned from the endless tears that streamed down, my back ached from the brick wall I've been sat against for hours, but the most intense pain was in my mind.

I was defeated, alone, miserable and embarrassed. I should have known better. I should have thought this through. But tomorrow is the last day of the convention and I had nothing left. No car, no job, no money, no hope.

I regretted everything. I shouldn't have gave up everything to come here. I should have never thought for a second that Jensen would ever be interested in somebody like me.

And the worst part was now I was stuck here, in this town with these memories. I had no options, no path to follow. Nothing.

My bones creaked as I stood from my spot, every muscle heavy and tired, begging to just stay still and not move.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and I was surprised I haven't noticed the change, or how long I was even out here.

I sighed deeply as I pulled out my wallet, counting the last few bills I had. $40, not enough for my car, a motel, or really anything except maybe a few drinks at the bar.

Like I said before, I'm not a big drinker. Far from it really, I hated how people acted on the stuff. Party girls get giddy and loud, men get aggressive and cocky, and then there are the people who just can't stop drinking.

I don't drink. But tonight, I needed it more than ever. I wanted to forget, to stop the pain, to erase today's events. I needed to heal the wound that was on my heart, and crying it out was no longer an option.

By the time I got to the bar, the night has officially set, and most stores on this street were once again closed for the night. Relief hit me when I spotted only one car in the parking lot meaning I could be alone, out of attention. I walked inside and nodded towards the bartender before taking the furthest booth from the door and ordering my first drink.

As soon as I swallowed it down, I knew this wouldn't be my last. Who cares anymore?

I don't know how long I've been sitting here, but every so often I'd see people come in, and people leave. It felt like I was watching a movie, but the button was stuck on fast forward. My drink would be empty, than filled. Empty than filled. Over and over.

I sighed and looked down at my cup which seemed to be spinning, and I started realizing that I might have had a little too much.

Was this drink number 4? No wait, this is 5... right?

The bell on the front door rang and as soon as it did, my blood ran cold. I didn't even need to look up, I knew exactly who it was. I kept my head down low, smirking when I spotted his shoes right beside the table.

"Jensen Ackles." I mumbled with a slight giggle.

The chair screeched as he sat across from me, and I could feel his eyes burning my skin. "Y/N. You doin' alright?"

I shrugged and lazily looked upwards, finally meeting his eyes. "Peachy."

He frowned as his hand came closer, but I quickly pulled it away. I really didn't need his pity, not tonight. "Why don't we go for a walk?"

I shook my head. "I'm g-good here thanks." I hiccupped.

"C'mon, let's get some air I think you had enough."

I scoffed and looked back down at my drink before chugging the rest and slamming it back down. "I-I don't think I will ever have enough actually. I think I m-may have to buy a bottle, how m-many do you think they c-cost? I have.... Ha! $10 left."

He smiled sadly and moved to my side of the table, his hand gently resting on my shoulder as he turned me to face him. "Honey, let's just get some fresh air. Please, for me?"

I rolled my eyes yet agreed, stumbling out of my seat and nearly falling on my ass. Jensen's strong grip was tight on my arm as he helped me towards the door. Everything was spinning and I felt like jello, but in a sense I loved it because the pain was gone. Well, at least the physical was.

The cold air hit me like a ton of bricks and I stumbled back, feeling Jensen's warm hand on my lower back to keep me straight. He lead me over to a bench as we sat in silence.

He sighed low, but I could hear it and guilt filled me. I bet this is not what he would rather be doing right now. I turned towards him slowly, "You can go. I'm fine."

"I don't want to leave you." He stated.

I rolled my eyes and stood from my spot, suddenly walking out of the parking lot, away from this bar, away from him, just away.

His feet were close behind me, voice echoing and mumbled as my ears blocked. "Where are you going?" He spoke louder.

I turned and smiled, waving my arms into the sky. "Nowhere. Got nowhere to go."

He frowned and stepped closer, hand reaching mine gently, burning the skin that he was touching. "Do you want to go to a hotel?"

I laughed a little too loudly and shot him a dirty look, "Funny, real funny. There's no hotels that cheap."

"I'm paying for it." He stated confidently.

I stopped and stared back at the man who had nothing but care and compassion in his eyes, but I couldn't help but feel more ridiculous, more embarrassed and more angry at the fact that this man that I've looked up to, idolized even, he was the one seeing me on one of my worst nights.

I shook my head in disbelief and walked away, a slight smile creeping on my face but it wasn't from happiness, it was from anger. I was so angry that my life was so fucked up, I was so fucking pissed off that nothing, NOTHING could ever just go right for me, not once.

I was angry that he was here, trying, and I had no idea why. Was he playing with me? Was this fun for him?

The sound of his footsteps sped up, and soon he was beside me, trying to capture my attention. “Please, just slow down. Talk to me.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the situation but all of a sudden the air was knocked out of my lungs and I couldn’t breathe. I stopped walking as my hand moved to my chest, silently begging for it to even out. Please, not here. Not while he’s watching.

“J-Jensen.. please, go. Go back to your hotel.” I whispered nearly inaudibly.

He shook his head and stood in front of me. “I don’t want to leave you, especially not like this.”

“I’m fine!” I nearly screamed with all my night, praying that he would get the hint and leave already. But he was just as stubborn as I was, maybe even more.

“Your not fine.” He stated sympathetically, "Honey, you don't need to pretend you are okay. Nobody would be in your situation."

A scoff escaped my lips as my eyes opened, narrowing towards him. "My situation? What, being a homeless chick? Trust me, I'm used to it. That's what I am, that's what I always will be."

He shook his head and stepped mere inches from my body, hand moving to mine to hold it tightly. "You're not just a homeless chick."

I could feel the anger bubbling further and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to be angry with him but I was. He thought he knew me but he didn't, if he did he wouldn't be here right now, he wouldn't check in on me.

"You don't know anything Jensen. I am a nobody, I'm an outcast, I'm.... I'm a fucking ghost of a human. I'm alone and that's fine, that's alright because that's how it's always been. You don't need to pity me, you don't need to try and help me because I'm fine, the last thing I fucking need is for somebody to pretend to care, so just... leave."

He stepped back in shock before his eyebrows furrowed in sadness, "I'm not pretending with you, I do care."

"You don't even fucking know me!" I shouted loudly as I stepped closer, noticing how he flinched at my words. "You just met me what, two days ago and it's been endless drama with me. You don't know me."

He knew you were right, he only met you two days ago but it felt like it's been years. He knew you, he cared for you and a part of him loved you already. He had no idea why, but he did.

A deep sigh escaped his chest as his head hung low and I felt awful but the anger wouldn't stop. The panic was too high.

"We just met two days ago, yes. But I do know you, and I think maybe you know me too."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "Yeah of course I know you. Your Jensen Fucking Ackles, your famous, your a good to some people and girl's would kill to have this chance to be this close to you and hear you say these things but you don't know who I am, and your lucky."

He shook his head, "No. I don't mean you know who I am on paper, I meant you know me on the inside. I know you felt it too, the connection we had the instant our eyes met during the panel, and every time after that. I know you feel this too, and if i'm wrong say it and I'll leave you alone."

My head dropped to my feet and I bit back the tears that were threatening to come out. I so wanted to believe him, because he was right I did feel it too, but the fact that he would be interested in somebody like me, especially after what he found out, was too hard to believe. I couldn't.

"Your only here because you found out some shitty part of my life, that's the only reason your pushing so hard. If you didn't know that, you would have went your separate way."

His face turned in hurt and disbelief as he stepped back. "Seriously? That's what you think?" He quickly grabbed his bag and opened it, pulling out the journal I accidently left earlier, and passing it to me. "Read what I wrote and tell me that I'm not being honest here."

With shaky hands, I grabbed the journal from him and opened it, spotting the secret message he wrote earlier today.

"Y/N, I really hope to see you again, (xxx-xxx-xxx) Please call me, Jensen Ackles."

A single tear dropped down my cheek as I read it over and over, he really did care. He did want to get to know you, but I pushed him away. I was so... angry and mean and unforgiving.

I couldn't lift my head, I couldn't face him and my chest became tighter as I stood in my spot. He was speaking but it was muffled, my vision started to go white as the panic finally took over me.

I pulled my head up and looked at him, noticing the clear panic written all over his face as he stepped closer, hands on my arms tightly. My legs quickly gave out as I slid to the ground, trying to control my breathing, to not panic but it was too much, everything was too much and I couldn't do this.

Jensen's POV

Panic overtook my body as I watched her fall apart in my arms, she wasn't there, she was distant and gone, sucked in the whirlwind of her panic attack.

I tried everything I could to bring her back but she was too gone, I didn't even think she could hear me at this point. Her breathing was rapid and heavy followed with loud gasps filling the open air.

"Y/N, Look at me, Please!" I shouted, my hand moving to her cheek that was burning under my touch.

Her eyes started fluttering shut causing my heart to pound in my chest. It was too late, it was too much for her. "No-No! Open your eyes sweetie, please breathe!"

But it was no use, her eyes shut tight as her body went limp in my arms.

Fuck, fuck fuck!

I pulled her onto my lap and held her tight to my chest as I pulled out my phone, quickly calling Jared to my aid. I don't even remember talking to him or what I said because I was so focused on her weak and lifeless body, but soon enough a car pulled in and Jared jumped out.

I picked her up gently in my arms, my eyes never leaving her face.

"What the fuck happened?" Jared shouted before rushing to open the door. My gaze moved up towards Jared and I could feel tears behind my eyes, "S-She had a panic attack, a bad one."

Jared nodded understandably and got back into the car. "Where are we going? Do you know where she lives?"

I frowned to myself and shook my head, "Just go to the hotel, I'll set her up in my room for tonight."

As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, Jared ran inside to make sure nobody would be able to spot us. I stared down at her and sighed sadly, my thumb rubbing the dirt off her forehead. "I promise, everything is going to be okay Honey, but you need to trust me." I whispered.

Soon, we were entering my hotel room and I gently placed her on the bed. Jared said his goodnights and left, leaving her and I alone. I frowned at the sight of her muddy clothing, I felt wrong for changing her but I knew she would appreciate clean clothes in the morning.

I couldn't help but watch the way she slept, the way her body sunk into the mattress like it was the comfiest thing in the world and my heart panged at the thought that she might not even remember the last time she actually slept in a bed.

I watched her breathing, sighing in relief at the even breaths, in and out. She was so beautiful, so amazing and kind and she had no idea, it killed me.

I wouldn't let her sleep in the car again, not if I could help it but she's just as stubborn as I am, maybe more. I smiled at the way her face relaxed in her sleep, and I couldn't help but reach forward to brush the hair off her face.

I sat back and replayed the events of tonight. I hated that she thought I pitied her or felt bad, I mean I did but that's not why I wanted to be here. I just... felt this need and want to protect her at all costs, to be there for her. I was going to fight for this and fight for her, because believe it or not, this was fate.

I wasn't going to lose her again.

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The Broken Fan - Chapter 5

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: I woke up in a place I never expected to, and thank god I did.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, fluff, mentions of crying, swearing

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When my eyes finally flickered opened, I felt more refreshed and energized than I have been in a while, it was like I was in a whole new body.

The bright sunlight shined through the strange room causing a painful throbbing to appear in my head. I let my eyes adjust before sitting up and checking my surroundings, realizing I had no idea where I was or who took me here.

I looked down at myself and noticed the t-shirt that was certainly not mine, along with my pants removed. My stomach was turning in anxiety, trying to remember what the hell happened last night.

As I glanced around the room, slight relief filled me when I realized nobody else was here. Except for a suitcase and a bed that was made on the couch, I was alone.

My legs swung over the side of the bed and I brushed my hands through my hair before the noise of somebody opening the door caused me to jump up in fear.

When I spotted who it was, my heart sank in my chest.

Jensen.

Everything came flashing back at once in lightning speed.

The drinks, his eyes filled with concern and hurt, the hoarse sound of my voice screaming in his face, but most of all what came ringing back was his words that he said to me. "But I do know you, and I think maybe you know me too."

A small smile appeared on his face as he walked towards the side of the bed, placing a coffee and a bag on the nightstand and sitting on the edge.

His eyes were filled with concern, but not pity. He was worried about me. We stood in silence, unsure of what to say or how to go forward at this point, and without thinking, my hand reached to his and squeezed it tight, a light smile playing on my lips.

His head dropped slightly as he looked down at his coffee cup. "You're looking way better, how are you feeling?"

I laughed embarrassingly as I stared down at my feet and let go of his hand. "Uh, way better than I deserve I think."

His eyes lifted to mine, head tilting in confusion as he stood from his spot, stepping closer. Before he could reach me, I turned away from him and sighed deep in my chest. "I'm really sorry about last night Jensen."

He shook his head as he stepped closer, hand reaching my arm to turn me around. "You have nothing to apologize for honey, absolutely nothing you did or said last night was on you."

"I shouldn't have said those things." I admitted awkwardly, "I shouldn't have snapped at you when you were just trying to help."

His hands raised in surrender as he sat on the edge of the bed again, "Stop, don't apologize you did nothing wrong. Yesterday your entire life got turned upside down, people showed you how shitty the world could be and you suffered because of it. I would have had the same reaction, maybe even worse. I would have said some shit I didn't mean too."

I giggled and looked into his eyes, "You think I didn't mean what I said?"

He laughed as his hand reached forward and rested on my hip, successfully sending heat throughout my body. "I know you didn't mean what you said. I meant what I said last night, I know you felt the connection, the spark, I can feel it, there's no way you don't either."

I smiled widely and bit my lip before I leaned against the wall, quickly remembering the different clothing, and the lack of clothing I was being presented in.

"You wanna explain this Mr.Ackles?" I questioned suspiciously. He laughed nervously as his hand moved to scratch the back of his neck. I nearly missed the blush on his cheeks and the shyness in his eyes, but when I spotted it, my heart melted even more.

"Uh.. right, that. When you passed out last night, your pants and shirt got full of dirt and mud. I sent your clothing down to get washed and let you borrow my shirt, but all my sweatpants were dirty... Don't worry I didn't see anything when I changed you though, I'm a good boy."

I couldn't help but laugh at the way he stared back at me, so shy and vulnerable. It was a side to him I never thought existed considering how confident and silly he usually acted.

I clicked my tongue in disappointment, "Damn, that sucks."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I stepped closer and leaned towards him, "I was hoping you were a bad boy, but either way thank you for last night." I joked.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as his hand rested on my hip, so softly that for a second it didn't feel like he was even touching me. Something strange came over me, a wave of confidence and bravery, I wasn't worried about him rejecting me or judging me, because he was right, I knew him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as I straddled his lap, earning a very light gasp in approval. My breath caught in my throat as I stared inches from his face, begging him to make that first move, letting him take control.

His eyes flicked from my lips to my eyes before his hand rested on the back of my head, gently and slowly pulling me in. The wait was torture, every inch we got closer still felt like miles and my head was swimming in anticipation.

His hot breath landed on my lips in such a satisfying way that I had to stifle the pleased moan that wanted to escape. Finally, slowly then all at once his lips landed on mine and my entire body lit up in heat and pleasure.

When people would say that they felt fireworks during their first kiss, I never understood it until now. I could hear it, see it, fireworks shooting off in my mind, warming every inch of my body. His hands tightened on my waist as the kiss became hungry, and we ignored the breathy moans and gasps for air, desperate to continue.

I wrapped my legs tightly around him, and he read my mind as he stood from his spot and brought me to the wall, gently pushing my back against it. I could hear his breath catching as his lips moved to my neck, planting kiss after kiss on my skin. His kisses were passionate and deep, nearly therapeutic almost as if he was kissing away all the pain, all the loneliness and all the embarrassment. For once moment, I forgot that he was an actor and I was a fan, in this moment it felt like two humans filled with want and love.

His fingers trailed downwards near the edge of my shirt and I froze, insecurity taking over my mind. Regretfully, I grabbed his hand and pushed my head back. He smirked and kissed once more against my lips. I sighed and dropped my head, "I'm sorry, I think we should stop before it goes too far.."

Every man usually was disappointed to hear those words, they either get mad or frustrated or lose interest fast, I expected that from Jensen, but I never thought instead he would simply smile and kiss my lips again before placing my feet on the ground.

"Don't apologize. We got a little carried away there."

I smiled to myself and fought the tear that wanted to drop down due to his unbelievable kindness towards me. Was this really happening or was I dreaming?

Whatever the case, Don't wake me up.

The morning was spent in bed, cuddled closely to Jensen.

We wasted time laughing about everything, asking questions and getting to know each other and sharing stories about where we have been in life and I filled in some blanks on why I was where I was now.

I felt closer to him than I've ever felt to anybody and I knew how I felt now, I loved him and he loved me.

His laughter boomed through the hotel room as his head rested against my leg, "Wait so you would shower at the carwash yet not wash your car?"

I laughed in response and shook my head, "I'd wash it... sometimes. I never did really pay attention to the actual car though."

The room was filled with laughter and love, warmness and the sense of home. It was perfect, and I never wanted to leave.

But all good things come to an end as Jensen's phone rang, offically pulling us back to reality.

He rolled his eyes as he answered, putting it up to his ear. "Yeah?"

I watched the smile fade slightly before he spoke, "Okay right, yeah I'll be there shorty. Y/N? Oh she's alright, I've got her."

I couldn't stop the smile that reached my ears as I listened to Jensen talk about me so kindly and caring, it was definitely not something I was used to.

He hung up and sighed before his arm rested over his eyes. I smirked and shook his body, "Who was that?"

"Jared. I forgot we have a photoshoot to do, a quick panel, and then more signings. Last night of the convention so it's going to be a busy day."

My stomach dropped and I could feel the sadness creep in, how could I forget that he would of course be leaving when the convention was over, back to his own home in his own world.

I wanted to live this life a little longer, stay right here locked in our own personal heaven but I knew the risks of falling for a celebrity, I knew that he couldn't put his life on pause for me.

I could tell Jensen was becoming concerned with the way I zoned out and sadness filled my eyes but instead I offered a smile and moved to stand with distance, "Well, you have to shower and get ready for the day, and I should probably find some pants."

He nodded sadly stood from his spot before texting something on his phone. "They will bring up your clothes in a few moments so you can get dressed. Wait here for me?"

I nodded and bit back the tears that wanted to pour. As soon as the bathroom door shut, I couldn't fight it anymore and I let them fall as I thought about this ending.

It wasn't fair, it wasn't time.

We didn't get close enough, we didn't get the happily ever after that we were meant to have, and it shattered my heart but that is the reality of pinning for somebody who was completely different than I was.

The shower was turned off before I knew it, forcing me to wipe the tears away as fast as I could. The door open seconds later facing a surprisingly devastated looking Jensen.

I hugged my knees to my chest as my head turned quizzically. "What's wrong Jensen?"

He shrugged before moving to seat himself next to me, hand resting on my knee. His eyes stayed glued to the floor like a child, unsure and fearful of speaking his mind.

I smiled lightly as my hand dipped under his chin, turning his face towards me. "Whatever is wrong you can tell me."

He nodded as if he knew, and a light sigh escaped his mouth, easing some tension in his shoulders. "I'm kind of scared."

"Scared of what?" I questioned in a confused way, what could Jensen Ackles be scared of? The panel?

Another sigh escaped him but this time it was filled with heartache and stress, and I quickly took note of how his hands trembled when he combed his hair back. "Of losing you. I don't want to lose you."

I froze as the words floated in the open air, filling the room with mixed emotions. I had no idea what to say, of course I didn't want to lose him either, I just found him. But we are two different people in two different worlds, anybody on the outside would say it's bound to fail, quickly.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and gazed at the ceiling, begging the tears to stay put just for a little longer. "I don't want to lose you either Jensen, it sucks, I know."

His arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder as he pulled me into his chest, and I let a few tears fall. This may be the last memory we have together, and the very idea tore at my soul.

He cleared his throat and I could hear the emotion behind it, he was just as upset as I was, maybe more. "Listen, I want to say something." He nearly whispered before turning to face me on the bed.

"I'm not sure what the appropriate move here is, and I don't want to pressure you or put you in a position where your uncomfortable. My last day is today and I head back tomorrow, but I don't want to leave without you. I know it's not fair to ask and I may sound crazy but... I want you to come with me."

My mouth gaped open and closed like a fish, unsure if I heard him properly or if he was even serious, but when I paid attention to the way his hands trembled and his eyes were filled with anxiety and sadness, I knew in my heart he wanted this just as much as I did.

I smiled lightly and placed my hands on his cheeks, "I'll come with you."

His eyes were locked on mine intensely, and I wasn't even sure he heard me until a hope filled smile spread across his lips. "Seriously?"

"If you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you, then what's stopping us?"

His smile faltered slightly as he shrugged his shoulders, "I'd be asking you to uproot up your life to come with me. That's a big ask."

I shook my head and squeezed his hand in mine, "What life? I don't have a life without you, Jensen. You are the only one who's really seen me for who I am, your the only one who didn't turn your back on me even when I pushed you so hard. My life is you."

His head dropped to the floor and he sniffed, avoiding looking back at me. Confusion filled me before I pulled his head up and noticed the tears in his eyes.

Out of everything I've seen in my life, this was the worst. The look on his face and the anxiety filling him broke my heart in two. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve before facing me slightly.

"Jensen, are you sure you want to do this?"

He nodded frantically and sat up, "I do. I really do."

"Than why are you crying?"

He shrugged as an embarrassed smile appeared on his lips. "I wish more people could have noticed you, your an amazing person and it just kills me that you've had such a hard life."

My heart melted in my chest, "Thank you Jensen, that's sweet. You don't need to cry though, I'm okay now, with you."

Leaning closer, his lips hit mine softly, sweetly, passionately. Every movement felt like we were falling in love even more. I could feel his smile in the kiss and I had to stop myself from laughing at how damn adorable he was.

The phone rang loudly causing us to jump in our spot, bursting out into giggles before he picked it up.

"Hey. Yeah, I'm on my way home, calm yourself." He spoke assertively before hanging up and pressing one more kiss to my lips. "Sorry honey, duty calls."

"It's okay." I replied confidently, "Go give them some Dean Winchester."

He chuckled as he walked to the front door, pausing in his spot to turn back towards me, "Thank you for trusting me."

My smile spread wide as I nodded, "Thank you for not treating me like an outcast."

"Never." He winked, before leaving the hotel.

As soon as the door closed I laid back on the bed, excitement and giddiness filling me all at once.

This was happening, this was real life. Never once have I expected somebody like him to want somebody like me, but god, he loves me, he really loves me.

I have to be the luckiest girl in the world.

Again, if this is a dream, don't wake me up.

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The Broken Fan - Chapter 1

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: Growing up was never easy for me, but finally I may have found some light in my very dark world.

Warnings: Mentions of death, parents death, mentions of abuse, homelessness, anxiety, ect

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Do you ever feel like if you disappeared today, nobody would notice? The world wouldn't stop, your disappearance wouldn't be plastered on milk cartons or across news channels, nobody would even know or care. That was my life. Nobody knew me, or cared for me. Nobody noticed me, not really. I was a ghost, an invisible presence left alone, all alone.

My parents died when I was a baby, I was too young to remember who they were or what happened really. I know what my Aunt told me, they wanted a night to themselves, so she babysat me. Around 4 in the morning she received a phone call saying that they passed away, asleep in their beds when the fire took their lives.

I don't even remember having parents, I have photographs of us together, but their faces are unknown to me. I didn't know them, I didn't get the chance.

After the fire, I stayed with my Aunt. Things were weird there. She'd look at me with such heartbreak and disgust and I had no idea why. I was just a kid, what did I do?

But I must have done something wrong, because when I turned 6 she told me she couldn't take care of me anymore, and the next morning two kind people packed me in their car and drove me away. I never saw my Aunt again.

My first foster home was alright, I was happy for a little bit. There were a lot of kids in the house, various ages, both sexes. I didn't like the kids too much. They were loud and annoying, and hyper. They always wanted to play stupid games like hide and seek, or tag. I didn't want to play dumb games, I wanted something real. I wanted to connect, to have somebody next to me.

And eventually, I did.

Henry, my foster dad, was always there for me. He actually cared about me, noticed me, heard me. He would spend hours at night reading me fairy tales until I fell asleep, and during the day he'd teach me things like how to ride a bike or read.

I had an actual connection with him, he was the closest thing to a father I ever had, and I loved him more than anybody. I thought I finally had somebody permeant in my life, but I was wrong.

My foster mom Sandy didn't like me. She hated the fact that her husband had his attention on me, and she thought it was strange for a six year old to bond with an older man rather than the children all around me. She said it wasn't healthy.

So he was taken away from me. After many tears shed and heartbreaking hugs, I said goodbye to the only person who's ever seen me for me, and moved to a new foster home.

The new home was horrible. The parents weren't friendly, and I was the only child in their care. I was forced to follow their schedule which consisted of three boring things, every day.

Cleaning, school, homework, food, bed. No reading fairy tales, no riding my bike, no playing with toys.

I hated it there. I felt so alone, so invisible. So I left. I ran away thinking I'd be better off somewhere else. But as a 7 year old girl, I didn't get very far and as soon as I returned, things got bad.

At first, it was the belt. My foster dad would smack my arms hard, than my legs, sometimes my face if I was a bad enough kid. If I cried or continued to disobey, the belt was replaced with his palms. This happened for years, non stop torture.

I didn't stop trying to run away, every few months I'd take off, praying that nobody would find me, they'd leave me alone but everytime I was brought back and beaten worse.

Finally, the parent's gave up on me and I went to another home. But I was so angry, so filled with anxiety and rage that I drove away anybody who could possibly care for me.

By the time I was 18, I had been in 13 Foster homes. My last one wasn't too bad, but I didn't talk, I barely ate, I didn't connect. I didn't want another Henry situation. I didn't want to care about others because I knew they'd leave me.

And I was right.

On my 18th Birthday, my present was a knock at my door from my parents telling me I've aged out and I need to leave. I received a check to get me started, a bag of food, and a cell phone, than I was left alone.

The money wasn't much, definetly not enough to get an apartment so I decided to get a car instead. I ended up using all my money to buy a crappy little Honda Civic and I've called it my home ever since.

Sleeping in my car wasn't half bad, I had my own space, I didn't need to listen to anybody or share it with anybody, it was all mine.

One night I parked beside a motel that had free Wifi, and I was bored so I decided to find something to watch, I never really watched TV or movies, but tonight I wanted to.

The first show I found was something called Supernatural, and for some reason I felt a connection, like something was telling me to watch it.

God, am I happy that I did.

The show felt like home, it gave me something to look forward to, something to provide me comfort on the hardest of days. I felt connected, like I knew the characters and I was living their life.

And one of the characters, Dean.. He awoke something inside of me that I never knew was there. He made me feel like I wasn't crazy, that life was hard but I needed to keep going.

The more I watched, the more I started to feel like I belonged somewhere. The show pulled me out of the darkness slowly, convincing me that life was better if I was here to live it. It gave me hope. It allowed me to breathe again.

Today is my 25th birthday, and I was celebrating like I always did, drinking beer in my car and listening to music while mindlessly scrolling through a page for Supernatural fans.

I froze when I glanced about an article about Supernatural's newest convention, which happened to be a few hours from where I lived. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about going, people like me don't go to shows or events like this, but I needed this. I really needed it.

I checked my bank account and nearly leaped with joy when I realized I had enough for a ticket, living in my car finally payed off.

Without hesitation, I bought a ticket for the convention and for the first time, I felt excited. I felt hope beaming inside of me. I could finally be surrounded with people with similar interests, and feel normal for once. Hopefully.

The next morning, I walked into the office building I worked at, and made my boss Brad a coffee, like he always expected. Knocking on his door, I took a deep breath before entering, walking towards his marble desk and placing the coffee on the table.

He nodded before taking the cup in his hand and sipping it, like he always did. His eyes flickered up towards me when he noticed I haven't left yet.

"Do you need something?" He asked.

I swallowed hard and stepped closer to the desk, "I just wanted to ask you something if you had a moment."

He nodded for me to go on and I shook off the anxiety nearly suffocating me. Confidence, I need to have confidence.

"I was wondering if I could take a week off starting Friday evening, there's somewhere I need to go out of town."

He stared back at me, the silence was suffocating, the tension high. He shook his head and looked back down to the papers scattered across his desk.

"No, sorry that won't work."

It felt like a punch to my gut, I haven't taken one day off, I constantly worked overtime, I did everything and anything for this ass, and I can't take some time off?

I swallowed down the nerves and sat in the chair in front of his desk, noting the way he stared at me confused. "Sir, all due respect I have been working non stop for the past 7 months and I have never asked for a day off, I've never taken a sick day and I always have my work done, all I need is-"

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand was raised, eyes locked on mine. "I said no Y/N, is that all?"

I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I stood from my spot, making my way towards the door. Anger was bubbling through my system and I felt like I couldn't breath.

I turned quickly and sighed, "Actually, there's one more thing."

He scoffed and looked up towards me, awaiting my response. I swallowed hard and frowned, "I am not going to be back tomorrow, I quit."

His mouth dropped open and he stared back in shock, but I didn't stay long to hear whatever response he was going to throw at me. I rushed as fast as I could out of the building back to my car. I slammed the door as the tears rushed down my face.

What did I do? Why did I quit my job for a convention? What the hell was so special about this damn show.

I finally let go of all the feelings I was holding onto, bursting into sobs of pain and frustration. Life was harsh and unforgiving, every moment of hope was washed away.

The only thing I had left was the convention, and even than I was clearly going to be the outcast, the weird girl who looks like she's never showered or slept a day in her life.

Maybe it would be okay. Maybe things would be different here, the fans seem nice enough online, why wouldn't they be in person?

And if Dean Winchester was still inside Jensen, I knew he wouldn't look at me like I was garbage, if he ever even noticed me.

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Live for me

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: Being in love with somebody who doesn't see themself as worthy is hard, but is he worth it?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, comfort, slight angst & fluff.

Word Count: 4k

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It was well into the night when the rumble of Baby pulled back into the garage. Placing it in park, Dean held back getting out of the car. He should be happy to be home, or excited that the hunt went so damn well, but he wasn't.

He dreaded going inside to a dark, sleeping bunker without anybody to talk to. Sam never usually stayed up this late, and you certainly didn't either, not unless he was home already.

He couldn't expect you to stay up, he knew this. But part of him hoped that maybe when he stepped inside that underground lair, you'd be there, awake. Maybe to check in on how the hunt is, or maybe you were just getting ready for bed and he'd get a simple "Hello" from you.

That's all he needed, a few words, a glance or two, even just the feeling of your body brushing against his as you passed him in the hallways, that was enough. He tried to play off how you make him feel but he couldn't stop the way you made his body do the thing.

You know what I'm talking about, the thing. The flipping and flopping of his stomach when he saw you, the butterflies fluttering everywhere, the sweaty palms and shaky legs. That thing.

The thing that made him realize he was fucked. There was no shutting off the way he felt for you, and god knows he's tried.

He's tried to convince himself it was all in his head, that he could easily switch it off, but as soon as you walk into the room his attention was on you. he couldn't concentrate or stop his wandering eyes, or hide the blush that crept on his cheeks, nearly burning his skin.

But what he hated the most was how fucking perfect he thought you were. How despite his efforts to push you away, he still woke up to Advil & water on his nightstand after a long night of drinking. He still received good morning notes by the coffee pot, and was on the receiving end of your bright, happy smiles even though he thought he didn't deserve it.

He was in love with you. Every single bit of you, and god he wanted to tell you but he was convinced he was cursed at birth. That anybody who comes into his life dies, or is taken away.

You weren't naive, you knew all of this. You've lived with him long enough to see the way he sacrifices his life for anybody he loves or cares for, hell he's done it a few times since you've moved in. You knew he loved you, and you loved him too.

And you tried, so fucking hard, to let Dean take his time. Be strong, be kind, and let him work it out in his head, let him come to you. But the longer time went on, the more it hurt. You were sick.

Infected by Dean Winchester, addicted to his presence, desperate for any interaction you could get, connected to him until the day you die.

That's how you ended up in this situation, that's what this story is about.

Because Dean didn't think anything of himself, you knew he would be really to give it all up to save somebody "more worthy". It scared the life out of you. That's why every single time Dean left for a hunt without you, the anxiety and panic filled you from head to toe, wrapping you up in a tight blanket, suffocating you.

As soon as that door shut, you felt like you've already lost him. Like you were grieving the love of your life.

Every. Time.

Enough time has passed and soon Dean realized he needed to suck it up, and go inside. His feet were heavy on the stairs, exhaustion and dread nearly weighing him down.

A slight glimpse of hope filled him when he noticed the lights on in the main room, and he desperately tried to hide the sway in his step, and the smirk on his face as he descended down the last few steps.

To his disappointment, you weren't there, but Sam was. Sitting at the end of the table, reading a book like he always did, just never this late.

Sam's head lifted up, his shoulders straightening quickly and the book slamming shut as he made eye contact with Dean. "Hey, how was the hunt?" He spoke quickly.

Dean placed his bag on the floor and shrugged, "Mrs.Morgan can finally retire in peace, the house is clear." "What are you doing awake?"

Sam swallowed hard as his eyes fell onto the table, "Uh, long night I guess. Sit down, I need to tell you about what happened here."

Dean's jaw clenched as nervousness filled him, whenever Sam wanted to sit and talk, it usually wasn't that good.

Sam cleared his throat and scratched his beard nervously, still avoiding eye contact with Dean who was staring right into his soul, waiting anxiously for whatever Sam needed to share.

"So, I really don't want you to be mad because I didn't know what else to do." He nearly whispered, "But Y/N is asleep in your bed."

That's it? That's the news? Dean nearly jumped for joy just thinking about you... in his bed.. your smell spreading all across his sheets.

He shook off the thoughts and bit back a smile as he nodded for his brother to continue. Sam sighed before sitting back, eyes finally raising towards his brother.

"Look, after you left something happened, I'm still unsure of what, but all I can say was Y/N was a mess, she completely broke down."

Dean froze and swallowed hard, all the excitement and happiness he just felt was tainted by the image of you not being okay, he hated it.

He shook his head and sat upright, "What? What happened?"

Sam shrugged in confusion and leaned closer, "I don't know! You left, and I went to her room to ask if she wanted to go to the diner or something, but when I came in, she was sitting on her bed... panicking. Completely losing it."

Sam sighed and wiped his face before continuing, "She wasn't breathing, she was gasping for air and shaking and... at first I thought maybe she was having some sort of medical emergency or maybe she was cursed, but when I realized it was a panic attack, I had no idea what to do."

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the emotions that threatened to pour out at the idea of you so scared, so broken. "So... how did she end up in my room?" He questioned silently, unsure if Sam even heard.

Sam sighed in response, "She started asking for you, practically begging me to call you but you were on the hunt. I did try just to put her at ease, but when you didn't answer it just got worse. And she..." Sam hesitated, cringing at the memory of tonight's events. "Her lips were nearly blue, she looked like a ghost and she wasn't breathing at all, just loud scary gasping. So I did the first thing I could think of and brought her to your room since she was asking for you."

Dean opened his eyes and nodded, "And than?"

Sam shrugged slowly, "And then she started to calm down, she was breathing and crying less, but she quickly passed out. I left her in there because I was scared if I moved her, it would happen again, but I swear I was going to before you got home, I just didn't know how fast you would be back here."

Dean nodded slowly and stood from his spot, looking around the room nervously, desperate to contain his thoughts and anxiety. What is he supposed to do? Was he supposed to go in there? Does he sleep out here? Why did you need him so bad?

Sam stood quickly, eyes focusing on Dean's shaking form, "Look dude I'm sorry, I can move her now."

Dean shook his head a little too fast, and turned towards Sam. "No, leave her be. I'll go check on her and if she wants to stay in my room she can, I'll sleep in the spare room."

Sam stood in shock as he stared back at his older brother, unsure if he was even seeing the right Dean at this point. "Wait, im confused, your not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" Dean questioned defensivly.

Sam breathed out a laugh, "I don't know, maybe because your very stern about your room, add in the fact that you don't seem to really like her."

Dean shrugged his shoulders, "It's just a room... I don't not like her it's just...." he sighed, "It's fine, it's just a room. She needed it."

Sam smirked knowingly as he watched the slightly blush appear on his brother's cheeks and the way he nervously wiggled his fingers. He understood, completly.

"Okay. Well good luck and goodnight Dean, let me know if you need any help."

"Yup. Goodnight Sammy." he quickly responded, head ducking down as he rushed through the halls, anxiously needing to check on you.

His heart was pounding with each step, mind swarming with fear and unknowing. What if you were awake? What was he going to say or do?

Would you even want to see him? You were asking for him, so you must want to at least know he's back, right?

He didn't know what to do, but he did know that he couldn't not make sure you were at least alright. He needed to be near you, to see you with his own eyes, to possibly provide you any comfort he could.

He hesitated before pushing the door open, eyes falling on the sleeping form in his bed. He couldn't help but smile as he trailed over your body, his face softened in admiration at the sight of you cuddled into his pillow, eyes shut in a relaxed type of way, your body rising and falling with every breath.

Stepping as quietly as he could, he pushed through the room to the bathroom, quickly changing into a new shirt and sweatpants, desperate to get back in the same room you were.

His feet were silent as he approached the bed, nerves flowing through him, unsure of what move to make here, but he knew he needed to be here, with you.

He pulled back the covers gently and nearly jumped out of his skin when you stirred, turning towards him, eyes fluttering. He froze, waited for you to either wake up, or fall back asleep.

It was silent, but he swore his heart pounding in his chest was filling the room in an annoying reminder that he had no fucking clue what he was doing.

As soon as he sat on the edge of the bed, he felt it. You moved, hands stretching out and hitting his back. He cursed at himself before turning to face you, meeting your now open eyes.

You lifted your head gently, blinking away the sleepiness before staring at the figure in front of you. "D-Dean?" You whispered so quiet, you thought he couldn't hear you.

He moved closer and smiled gently, "Yeah, I'm here."

Sitting up slowly, you started to become aware of your surroundings and memories of the events that occurred earlier came flashing back before you realized where you were, his room.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, the anxiety rising as you realize the situation that you were now in. Your hands covered your face at an attempt to hide the tremble in your lip, "O-Oh my god, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to sleep here, I didn't mean-"

His hand rested on your arm causing you to flinch and drop your hands from your face, staring back at the man you loved who was staring at you with such gentle features, it was like seeing a whole new human.

"Y/N, It's okay you don't need to apologize, I don't mind."

You smiled awkwardly before you stood from your spot, ready to leave and let him get some sleep, he was here now, you didn't need to worry. But you couldn't control the pang in your chest as you moved towards the door, dreading leaving the room that provided you so much comfort.

He stood quickly, eyes desperate and needy, he didn't want you to leave, he didn't want you to ever leave.

"Y/N, wait!" He nearly shouted, cursing silently at himself when he saw you jump in your spot and turn towards him. You stared back expectedly, waiting for him to say something, anything. "What's the plan Dean?"

He cleared his throat and stepped closer, hands nervously fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. "Uh, you can stay in here... if you want."

You tilted your head quizzically, a look of suprise crossing your face when you really took in his condition. His hands were trembling, chest was heavy and if his head was any lower, you swore he may fall to the ground.

He was flustered, scared, uncomfortable and you felt like a total asshole for putting him in this position. "Nice going Y/N."

You stepped closer slowly, hand resting on his arm gently enough to make his eyes rise to yours.

"Hey... I'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable by being in here, and I'm not sure what Sam told you but I'm fine, you don't need to give up your room for me, Dean."

He swallowed hard and watched as you moved towards the door again, panic rose in his chest and he couldn't handle it anymore. "It's now or never."

"I don't want you to go!"

You froze and turned slowly, eyes focusing on the way he looked so shy, so scared like a child that just got scolded.

"What do you mean?" You questioned.

He breathed deeply and sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head in his hands. "This was it, no turning back."

You sat next to him, hand gently resting on his back to provide any sort of comfort you could, even if he didn't want it. He turned to face you and that's when you finally saw it.

The way his eyes flashed with love and adoration and desperation. You knew what this was all about now, but like always, you were giving him the floor.

His eyes fell his feet and he sighed shakingly, "I just... Fuck this is so damn awkward." He chuckled out, voice quieter than a mouse.

He quickly sat up and looked away, the fear overtaking any decision he wanted to make, it was too much, too awkward, too scary.

"I just, I wanted to come in to make sure you were okay, I didn't think I'd wake you up and than you did wake up and I didn't know what to do or what to say or if you even wanted me to do or say something-"

He started talking faster than his mouth could move, his chest rising faster than you've ever seen, he was panicking.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, hands resting on his legs successfully stopping him from speaking.

"Okay whoa, slow it down Dean, stop and breathe, you can tell me anything, whenever you want. You know this."

He nodded frantically and closed his eyes, inhaling deep in his chest. "Okay." He sighed lightly, "Sam told me what happened, and I have been scrambling trying to figure out what the right thing to do was. I didn't care that you were in my room, I just didn't know if you wanted me here too... because he told me you were asking for me. I don't know why, but you did. I wanted to be here for you, to show you that I was here now, but you thought I was uncomfortable with you being here which was the complete opposite of how I felt."

You nodded in understanding as a blush crept on your cheeks, thank god his eyes were still closed. You sat up slowly, hand reaching over to his cheek causing him to jump before he settled under your touch with a soft smile.

"Dean, I did want you here, I do. I missed you."

His eyes fluttered open and you could see the regret and guilt filling them. "Why? What have I done to earn that right? Even Sam said he thought I didn't like having you around. I've always been an asshole to you Y/N, I know this."

You shook your head as your hand dropped to his leg gently. "Your not an asshole, Dean. You pretend to be. But your not as good of an actor as you think you are."

He had a dazed look of confusion and it nearly made you laugh. Finally, you sat beside him on the bed and turned to face him.

"You try and play off like you hate me by giving me shit on hunts or not hanging in the same room as I am too long, or barely even speaking to me when Sam's not there, but I see you. I see how you look at me. I feel your eyes on me every single time I walk into the room. I see the blush on your cheeks every time we have even the smallest of conversations, and I feel the connection we have, even if you pretend we don't have one."

"You try and hide it because your scared and unsure of what would happen if you let me in, and I let you because I know how you think about yourself. I know how low your thoughts are about your worth. Why do you think i'm in here?"

He tilted his head and swallowed hard, "Because you had a panic attack."

You nodded, "Yes, because I was grieving the loss of you, Dean."

His hand rested on yours gently, soft eyes radiating back, "I'm alive, I'm right here."

"Yes." You whispered. "For now, yes. But I know you. Every single time the world demands a sacrifice, it seems as though your first in line, because you believe if anybody should go, it's you. You think the world would be fine without you in it, so you give it up for others. Sam, I understood completely, but for strangers, for anybody who needs saving, you risk your life. I love that about you but I also hate you for it, because every single fucking time you step out of that door, I feel like i've already lost you, like our chance is over."

Tears welled in your eyes and he was unsure of what shocked him more, the fact that you were crying in front of him, or the fact that yu basically told him you two had a chance.

You shook your head as anger and sadness started to fill you. It certainly wasn't his fault he was like this, he's been beaten down and been through hell and back, literally, and he had the right to feel unworthy, but it wasn't fair. Selfishly, it wasn't fair to you. Why did you have to be so hopelessly in love with a man who didn't want to be with you, who wanted to erase any chance you two ever possibly could have?

You couldn't stop the tears from pouring down your cheeks as your hands came to your face, desperate to hide away to prevent further embarrassment.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and stood, his voice cracking at the weight of emotions weighing him down. "Sweetheart... I'm sorry, I really am. I just... I don't know how to do this."

"Do what?" I whispered nearly inaudibally.

He shrugged as his head fell, "Give you everything you deserve. Be enough. Not be cursed..."

You swore under your breath and turned harshly, eyes narrowing into his. His breathing nearly stopped as soon as his eyes caught sight of the tears staining your cheeks as he mumbled an apology.

You smiled out of frustration and anger and stepped closer, "Your not fucking cursed, I am! I am infected with you, Dean Winchester! I live and breathe you, I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't focus, all I can do is think about you and how much I.... and everytime you push me away and say harsh things, I break a little bit more. I'm so angry and stressed and exhausted and I just need..."

You stopped as your head fell to the ground, avoiding the concern and apologetic look he had towards you. His hands rested on your shoulders, voice small. "What do you need? Whatever it is, I promise it's yours."

I bit my lip and lifted my head slowly, still avoiding his eyes. "I need you to stop pretending, and kiss me."

His eyes widened and his breathing hitched as he stared down at me, finger resting underneath my chin to pull my gaze towards him. I couldn't help but smile at the look on his face, so nervous, so cute.

His hand lifted to my cheek and I noticed the slight tremble growing, his tongue licking his lips that he found suddenly too dry. He was scared. So were you.

You smiled gently and stepped closer, "Don't think, just kiss me. It's okay."

He breathed slowly, hand moving up into your hair as he pulled you in, so slow you swore he was teasing you. His eyes flicked to your lips and than your eyes again, checking over and over if this was for sure what you wanted, like you haven't been waiting for this moment since you've met him.

You leaned closer, inches away, waiting for him to make that first move. He breathed deep before he inched closer, and finally, pressed his lips against yours softly yet desperate.

He pulled you deeper, kissing you like this was the first time either of you have ever kissed before, like he never wanted to stop even if it meant you ran out of air.

He sighed contently as your hand moved to his neck, pulling him back in. By the time you two finally slowed down and broke the kiss, the room was filled with gasps for air and unbelievable passion.

His eyes stayed locked on yours as his lip trembled slightly, a small smile appearing.

You moved your hand to his cheek and sighed happily, "Now tell me your too scared to do that again."

He shook his head as a wide smile broke on his face, "No, not scared. Not anymore."

You giggled before grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him in, hitting his lips roughly. It was too much yet not enough, it was everything. This is what you wanted, this was everything you needed.

"Don't. Ever. Leave." You spoke between kisses.

He smiled and pulled slightly away, staring into your eyes seriously. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"More than anything, Dean. Please, stay with me."

He nodded as his hand came to your cheek to brush the stray tear that you didn't even realize was falling. "I won't ever leave, I promise you sweetheart."

You tried to bite back the emotion that was flooding through the gates, desperate to break free, you wanted to stay in this moment but hearing those words, you felt such relief.

He backed up slightly as fear spread across his face, "Whoa, why are you crying, oh please don't cry..."

You smiled and shook your head, "You said you were going to live. I've been so terrified to lose you but you said you were going to live."

He nodded and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly to his chest. "I promise, I will live for you, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere without you."

I hugged him tightly, desperate to heal the broken pieces that we both had between us, and I knew we would be alright, as long as we were together.

He kissed your head gently before lifting your head up with his hands. "I'm sorry I was scared."

"If your scared to lose something, it means it's real. What we have is real, Dean and I'm not going anywhere."

He nodded gently and pulled you back into his chest, sighing happily in your hair. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Dean."

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Endless Love - Drabble

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Prompt: "Do you hate me?"

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"Do you hate me?"

His voice cracked as he whispered into the dark bedroom, eyes glaring down at the floor like he was a child being scolded.

I sighed and focused my attention on the man standing a few feet from me. I was mad, surely, but the way his eyes stared at the floor, hands tucked tightly into his jean pockets, scoffing the floor with his boots, I couldn't stay mad.

"Of course not Dean." I stated reassuringly.

His eyes fluttered upward as he swallowed hard, his eyes were heavy with emotion. "You don't?"

I stood from my spot and crossed the room towards him, taking note of the way he flinched, not expecting me to get close to him, not yet. I smiled sadly and shook my head, "I could never hate you."

He bit his lip and nodded, trying to blink away the tears that were slowly filling his eyes. "I was an asshole."

I nodded and laughed lightly, "Yeah, you were."

He shrugged, eyes casting to the floor once again. "Usually people leave when I'm an asshole."

"Not me." I assured, leaning on my toes to reach his lips before pecking softly. "Never me. I will never leave you. Even when your an asshole, that's a promise."

He wiped his face to hide the sight of the tear that dropped down his cheek and i let him hide it, I wouldn't expose him. He smiled small and leaned down, capturing my lips once more.

"I don't deserve you."

Pulling him in tightly to me, I felt his body relax as did mine. "You deserve endless love Dean, and I'll give it to you. I promise."

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Celebrity Next Door - Chapter 1

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.

Chapter Summary: Day one of your new life doesn't go the way you thought it would.

**Jensen's kids will be renamed due to respect & Daneel is in the story as his ex but the way I portray her is in NO way how I think of her, I do not want to cause any harm or disrespect to the Ackles family!**

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“You deserve a love that stays.

Even when it’s raining.

Especially when it rains.”

The sun beamed through the bay window of my living room, the sound of birds chirping and squirrels running around instantly filling my ears. It was something I was surprised to hear, yet something that filled me with so much joy.

Today is the very first actual day since I moved to Los Angeles, the city I dreaded becoming apart of. Maybe my judgments where based off the fact that I am from New York, I was-am very much a city girl. I enjoy the sounds of cars honking, people scattered everywhere, the city never slept. As much as I was excited about the new chapter of my life, there were obviously things that were going to take longer to get used to, things that I didn’t understand.

Like why was it always so damn bright here? You could barely leave the house without sunglasses because of the bright sky, bright buildings, bright houses, trees, everything was enhanced. Also, why were all the houses so huge? It’s ridiculous. I only need a bed and a bathroom and a tiny kitchen area yet they have me set up in a two bedroom mansion. Okay, it wasn’t a mansion, they listed it as a condo but still the amount of space was ridiculous.

But as much as I wanted to keep my stubborn ways about LA, I couldn’t complain about the sound of the birds chirping and the palm tree scattered road I lived off of, it was surprisingly peaceful in a total different way than New York provided me.

I rolled onto my side, checking my phone quickly and sighing when it read 10:00 am. I still had so much unpacking to do and nobody to help. These were going to be some busy first days. Pushing myself off of my not so comfy bed, I staggered to the kitchen to the one thing I set up yesterday, my Keurig machine. I leaned on the counter and waited patiently for that magical morning liquid to pour into my ready mug. My eyes glanced outside, squinting at the brightness that was shining inside, ready to beat down on me.

The coffee machine made a groan to let me know it was ready, I turned to grab my coffee cup but before my fingers touched the mug, a loud glass shattering noise filled my ears and I quickly dropped to the ground. I peeked over the counter as slowly as I could, when I noticed the cause. A baseball was sitting right there on my kitchen floor, glass scattered everywhere around it.

I shook my head and laughed lightly before standing up. That’s one thing I won’t miss about New York, having to duck down for dear life everytime a loud noise or screams filled my ears.

Moments later, the doorbell rang, nearly sending me into cardiac arrest. I took my time getting to the door, eyes peeking to try and see who was there but nobody was visible from the tiny side windows in the entry.

I hesitantly opened the door, my eyes instantly falling on a little girl standing on my porch, a guilt spread look over her tiny features.

I looked behind her and around the area, trying to figure out if there was an adult near her, but there was nobody in sight. I was surprised considering she looked like she was around 5 years old, but when I saw the baseball bat in her hand I understood now.

“H-Hi…” The little girl spoke softly, barely above a whisper.

I smiled and crouched down, meeting her eye level. “Hi there. Can I help you?”

She frowned as her tiny hands started fiddling with her zipper, instantly making me feel empathy towards her. “I… I accidentally hit your window with my baseball…. It’s in your house.”

I smirked and nodded, “You did eh? Was it an accident?”

She nodded and wiped her eyes, tears threatening to pour down if I did as much as raise my voice at her.

"What's your name Sweetie?"

Her eyes glanced up slightly, a light sniffle coming from her nose. "Katie."

“Well Katie, I'm Y/N, we should go get your ball right? Are your parents around?”

She looked beside the house like she was searching for something, before shaking her head. “My daddy is inside, my mommy isn’t around.”

I nodded and stood from my spot, “Alright. It’s okay. Stay right here, I’ll go get your ball alright?”

She smiled and nodded enthusiastically, sitting on the porch to wait for me to get back.

I couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable she was, I always wanted kids, especially a little girl, and even though I now had a broken window, I was looking forward to the fact that there were going to be children around, laughter and playing filling the street.

I crossed the floor carefully, mindful of the glass that was scattered across, before grabbing her ball and heading back towards the door.

She was still in the same spot, legs crossed, patiently awaiting my return. I smiled gently and helped her stand, closing my door and locking it- I still wasn’t sure of the safety of this area yet.

“Where is your house? I’ll bring you back to your dad.”

She turned to the side and pointed to the massive white house beside me, the one that is surrounded by a huge fence with the expensive looking lawn. I have been curious about this house since I pulled in the driveway last night. The realtor on the phone did mention that a few celebrities lived around this area, but she never specified how close and who it was.

I followed the little girl down my steps and right in front of the gate. She pushed it open and walked up the walkway until we were directly in front of her door. I lifted my hand to knock but she opened the door and pushed it open, stepping inside instantly. I waited at the doorway while she called for her father and suddenly nervousness filled me. What was I going to say? I dont’ want to start drama on my first day, but she could have been really hurt.

It took a few minutes but finally the little girl returned with a large figure I could barely see from inside the door. He approached the door and with every step he took towards the daylight, his face became more clear and my breath became more lost.

I knew him. Somehow I knew him, I didn’t remember his name but that face, he must be one of the celebrities that lived around here. As his green eyes shined into mine, it clicked and I tried my hardest not to pass out at the fact that my neighbor, the man who’s child broke my kitchen window, was Jensen Ackles.

“Can I help you?” he questioned, his voice hoarse and straight to the point.

I plastered on the most polite smile and attempted to pull myself together, I don’t know what came over me, he was just a person, like me. Why was my heart threatening to burst into my chest. I swallowed hard and stared into his eyes, “Hi… I just moved in next door, Your daughter accidentally threw a baseball into my kitchen window and she came over to-”

“Katie!” He shouted loud, not breaking eye contact. I jumped at the sound of his voice booming, the nerves filling me even more.

I spotted the little girl hiding behind the wall, her tiny body clearly filled with guilt. He turned and faced his daughter, crossing his arms towards her. “What did I say about throwing the baseball around? That’s the third time this damn month!”

Her eyes shot to the ground and her little lip trembled, if I knew the kid better or even knew him better I would have offered a hug or maybe even scolded him for talking to her that way, but I didn’t know anything about being a parent so it’s not really my place to judge. Still, I couldn’t help but mentally scold him for the stern, angry look on his face, or the fact that she was even playing outside alone while it looked like he just woke up from a nap.

The worst part out of all of this though was the way he was glaring into my soul, his arms still crossed, a deep frown on his face. It was like the very essence of my being was completely ruining his day.

He sighed and leaned against the doorway, his arms dropping to his sides, a slight ounce of vulnerability and apologetic on his face. “Is that it or is there anything else?”

My mouth dropped open and shut, his eyes darkened, silently telling me to shut up and leave him alone. I cleared my throat and looked down, “Uh nope, that’s it I guess.”

He nodded and started to shut the door, “Okay. Thanks, bye.”

With that, the door shut right in my face and I was left to stare at the wooden texture that replaced my very first celebrity encounter.

As I walked back to my own house, I couldn’t help but feel sadness fill me, it’s my first day and it already started rough, I don’t think I will like this place very much, if even at all.

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I did my best to go about my day and an hour later I had almost all my boxes upacked, clothes were put away, and pictures were placed on the hallway wall. Well, picture-singular. Unfortunately I didn’t have many photos of my friends and family, we weren’t the photo taking type and that’s one thing that was for sure going to change because staring at the empty wall with the lone photograph of my family that was taken at a family reunion a year ago, I felt sad.

But when I looked around my new home, for the first time I actually felt slightly releved to have such a big place filled with light, all the drama and anxiety I felt this morning with my little meet and greet went away.

I grabbed my coffee from the table and stepped out onto the front porch, sitting on the swing that was build as part of the house. I took in my surroundings, watching the kids spread out all over the roads, some biking some rollerblading, others drawing on the sidewalk with chalk.

My eyes instinctively fell onto Jensen’s front yard, spotting the little girl, Katie, playing dolls beside a little boy who looked identical to Jensen considering they had the same fluffy hair and stern look spread on their faces. I looked back to their doorway and scoffed when Jensen was nowhere in sight.

I walked down the walkway to get my mail before I headed back inside when I heard my name being called, my heart instantly warming up.

“Y/N! Hi!”

I turned towards the voice and smiled towards Katie, her tiny hand was waving in my direction. I waved back and smiled. “Hi Katie!”

As I walked back to my house, I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my lips. Maybe I wouldn’t hate this place as much as I thought I would.

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Remember - Drabble

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: I have hundreds of customers come in every day, yet I remember him the most.

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"Ding' Ding'

I just finished wiping the table down as I heard the front door open, turning to face the man I never thought I'd see again.

He smiled politely before making his way to the booth, the same one I last saw him sitting in. Some things never change.

I grabbed a menu and made my way to his booth, butterflies floating around in my stomach as I approached. His green eyes flicked upwards, his gaze locking on me.

A warm smile spread across my lips as I placed the menu down, leaning against the booth seat. "Apple pie and coffee?"

His head tilted quizzically and he stared at me, "What?"

I stood straight, "Oh, I didn't know if you wanted your regular, or you can check out the menu."

He smirked and crossed his arms, his elbows leaning on the table. "How did you know what I order?"

I smiled kindly, "You think I'd forget about one of our regulars?"

He chuckled and shook his head, a blush creeping across his face. "Sure, I used to be a regular here but I haven't been here in over a year and you still remember my order."

"Well." I leaned closer as if I had a secret, he laughed lightly and leaned closer. "Some people are just hard to forget."

The blush on his cheeks deepened as he shook his head, leaning back in his seat.

I smirked and stood up straight, "So, coffee and apple pie?"

He nodded, "Yup, and one more request."

"What's that?"

He smirked, "Your number?"

It was my turn to blush, a giggle escaping as I shook my head. "Anything for my favorite customer."

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Text Imagines… Texting a Grumpy Dean

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Broken Fan - Chapter 3

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: A mix of emotions, mixed signals, what is a girl supposed to think?

Warnings: Anxiety, swearing, alcohol consumption, placement is in a bar for part of this story, slight panic.

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Loud voices poured into the streets slowly and then all at once, and suddenly I was no longer alone.

I stood from my spot against the wall, and took in all the people flooding the entrance of the hotel once again. Casual conversations were being held about their favorite parts of the convention, how attractive the men were, and how excited for the signings everybody was.

That was one part of the convention I was most nervous about, actually meeting him. Especially after the way he stared at me, would he even recognize me? Would he judge me for freaking out and leaving?

Part of me didn't even want to go to the signing tomorrow, I wanted to get in my car and head back to my hometown, never look back. But I knew I couldn't do that. I spent almost all of my money for this chance, this moment to feel like a part of civilization, so that when I had to go back to my normal-shitty life, at least I could hold onto these moments to get me through the dark nights.

That's why I came here, this is what I wanted and needed to do, and I was determined to get over myself and meet the man who saved my life.

I was being dramatic earlier, so what if he stared at me? It didn't mean anything, he was just connecting with his fans, but why did it end up being me? Why did I have to overthink the way his eyes bored into mine. Why do I keep having flashbacks of that gorgeous smile that was spread across his face?

And fuck sakes, WHY did I feel a connection when there clearly wasn't one. He was famous, I was a nobody. It was stupid and I hated my mind.

I was going to forget it even happened, that was my goal.

Night finally approached and the streets got quiet, everybody went back to their hotel rooms to get some sleep for tomorrow.

I spent the day trying to relax myself as I put on some Supernatural episodes, but it felt different now. Watching Dean on the screen felt wrong, nearly uncomfortable because I felt like I no longer knew Dean. I felt like I knew Jensen.

I sighed and shut my phone down as the sky got even darker. I couldn't sit in my car any longer so I decided to go for a walk, even though I had no idea where I was.

There were a few stores down this street, but a majority of them were already closed for the night, but hope filled me when I spotted the bar at the end of the block.

Quickly checking my wallet, I smiled contentedly when I noticed I had enough for a quick drink, even though I barely drank as is. I wasn’t really a heavy drinker, I’ve been to block parties or went to bars for some fun, but I didn’t enjoy drinking too much. After todays events, I needed just enough to calm my nerves.

The parking lot was nearly empty, except for a few cars, which made me sigh in relief. Less people the better. It was a small place, sort of secluded and quiet.

I walked in and looked around, spotting only a few others inside at tables and sitting at the bar. With such a weird name like the "The Thirsty Horse", this place was actually quite cute. There were pool tables and a jukebox, and a dart board. It was nice and calming, exactly where I needed to be.

I grabbed my drink and sat at a corner booth, sipping slowly while looking around at my surroundings. I couldn't help but smile at the scattered people either on a date or chatting with their buddies, it sort of made me feel less alone to see them interacting.

Halfway through my drink, the bell to the door rang and two men in hoodies entered, heading straight for the bar. The taller man scanned the room while the shorter one talked to the bartender who simply nodded, and then went to lock the bar door.

Confusion and anxiety seeped in as I watched them act sketchy, until the door was locked and blinds were pulled down. The tall man took his sweater and glasses off first, and my jaw nearly dropped when I recognized the mystery figure.

Jared Padalecki.

My heart nearly stopped beating. If that was Jared, that could only mean....

The second man took off his sweater and my thought was confirmed. There he was, Jensen Ackles. They were here, in the same bar, only a few feet away, and directly by the door so I couldn't leave.

Fuck.

Jensen scanned the room in a way that made my heart beat faster. It was almost as if he sensed somebody here, like he was looking for somebody he knew.

I pushed my head in my drink and stayed low, crossing my fingers that he wouldn't notice, not after today, not with how I looked now. Thankfully, they didn't seem to recognize or even see me as they walked to the pool table and started chatting away like normal people, but I couldn't help but slightly watch the interaction. They looked so... normal. So regular.

Occasionally Jensen's eyes would scan the room once again, and every time I'd lower myself until it was nearly impossible to see him. I avoided watching them and quickly finished my drink before slowly sitting up, trying to spot the boys.

Jared was leaning against the bar chatting to the bartender and Jensen was nowhere to be found. I breathed easy when I realized he was probably in the bathroom, now was my chance. I got out of my seat and kept my head down, nodding at the bartender to lock the door after I left, and I rushed out.

My eyes stayed on the figures behind me, trying to make sure that Jensen didn't exit and see me, but he wasn't there. Thank god.

As soon as I turned to step out the door, my body ran into a firm figure in front of me, and I fell to the ground tangled with the poor victim of my clumsiness.

Embarrassment and anxiety was filling me as I started to untangle myself. "Shit! I am so sorry I wasn't paying attention."

"No problem at all." The famiar voice spoke, causing my heart to skip a beat. I knew that voice. Hesitantly, my eyes flickered up spotting the very man I was trying to avoid. Jensen.

He smiled softly as he stood from his spot, reaching his hand out to help me stand back up. With a shaky hand, I grabbed his and stood from my spot mere inches from him. His eyes were locked on mine once again, and I could barely breathe.

With all the strength I had, I ripped my gaze from his and stared down at the ground. "Uh, Seriously though I am really sorry."

He chuckled lightly as he dusted the dirt off his jeans, "Seriously though, it's totally fine."

I nodded and walked around him, swallowing hard with every step I took away from him. My entire body was buzzing and I felt like I could probably throw up at any moment, he must really think much about me now.

"Wait." He spoke, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Turning slowly, I tried to best to hide the look of anxiety that was probably stretched all across my face, and simply nodded for him to go on.

He stepped closer, "Your the girl from the convention right? Middle row?"

Oh god, he did remember me. What do I do? Shit, speak dummy, speak!

"Um, yeah that was me."

His smile widened and his hands moved into his pockets, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks as he stared back. "I thought I recognized you."

I giggled nervously and nodded, "Yup..."

Before my thoughts could run wild, he looked back to the bar and than to me, "Did you want to come in for a drink with me and Jared?"

Wait, what? Did I hear that right? I'm dreaming... Right?

He laughed at my shocked expression and held his hands up in surrender, "I'm sorry if that was uncomfortable, don't feel inclined to say yes, I just figured..."

He stopped for a second and I laughed lightly, "You just figured there was a fan who was meeting the people she always wanted to, and you felt inclined to do something nice, like a wish for a cancer kid or that sort of thing."

His smile dropped and I mentally kicked myself, nice way of wording it.

I shook my head frantically and stepped closer, "God, that was so rude I'm sorry."

"It's all good." He laughed out, "I was actually going to say that I figured if you didn't like the panel, I wanted to make it up to you."

I furrowed my brows in confusion, "Why do you think I didn't like the panel?"

He shrugged, "You did leave 15 minutes in."

"Oh." I whispered. "Right."

How the hell do I explain this one?

Before I could respond, he stepped closer, arms crossing over his body. "It's okay if you don't want to, I wouldn't be offended. If you end up changing your mind and want to come join us, we would be happy to have you." With that, he smiled and walked back to the entrance, only turning back at the door to shoot me yet another bright smile.

I stood in my spot for what felt like hours contemplating my decision. I could either go inside and drink with the boys-possibly have a great experience and get to know them better, or I could go home and wait till tomorrow, possibly regretting not saying yes.

I have no idea what to do. I have no idea why he even wanted me to drink with him, was it pity? Maybe it was his ego because I left the panel early, or maybe he felt the same thing I did-No that's stupid… right?

Jensen’s POV

I couldn’t take my eyes off those damn doors.

Was she going to come in? Did I come off too strong or make her uncomfortable, yet again?

I have no idea why this is happening, why I’m acting like a 17 year old boy who’s on my first date, I don’t even know her!

But there’s something about her I can’t place ever since the first day I saw her in the crowd. She looked so… vulnerable. So innocent and kind. For the first time in a long time, I felt a connection between us. I felt it when my eyes reached hers, I felt it when she crashed into me and she apologized for her sassy remark, there was something.

Maybe I was being stupid, but I swear she is different. She didn’t fangirl or freak out when she saw me, she treated me like a regular human being. She looked at me as if we were the same, and I adored that.

I don’t know what was going on or what it was about her, but I felt the need to talk to her more. To see her again.

Did she feel it too?

After mustering up as much courage I could, the doors swung open and I stepped inside, instantly feeling Jensen's eyes on me. I smiled nervously and crossed the room until I was directly in front of him.

"Hey, so glad you decided to join us." He stated confidently.

I shrugged and bit back the kiddish smile that wanted to appear, "Yeah, thanks for inviting me."

The silence was deafening, every moment that passed only made the tension grow higher. Jensen quickly cleared his throat and turned towards Jared, who was staring like he was watching a very interesting episode of his favorite show.

"Sorry, Jared this is..." Jensen froze and turned back towards me, "You never actually told me your name."

I shook my head as I laughed and stepped closer, reaching my hand out, "I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Y/N, i'm going to get us some shots, you drink?"

I nodded in response as I sat at the table, trying to ignore the way Jensen's eyes were heating up every inch of my body the more he stared. He sat beside me quickly, turning to face my direction. "So..."

"So..." I repeated quietly, causing his chest to boom with laughter, god his laugh was beautiful.

"So, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

I turned in confusion, "What?"

"At the panel." He stated, "I apologize if when I kept looking at you, it made you feel uneasy or uncomfortable."

I shook my head frantically as a laugh escaped my throat, "You didn't. I'm pretty sure any fan would die if the great Jensen Ackles couldn't keep his eyes off of her."

His laugh was stronger, more powerful and it send shivers down my spine. "Not you though."

I stared back and waited, noting the way his smile faltered slightly. "The great Jensen Ackles doesn't have that effect on you huh?"

My cheeks burned red and I turned away, shrugging my shoulders. "I never said it didn't.

Like a saviour, Jared returned and placed all the shots in front of us, indicating for all of us to take a shot.

"Jensen, your first for pool." He stated, before taking Jensen's spot on the bench beside me.

Jared turned towards me and smirked, "So..."

I nearly choked on my drink as laughter erupted, "Wow, you and Jensen really are brothers eh? That's exactly how he started our conversation."

Jared laugh in response and nodded, "Yeah we know practically everything about eachother, which is why I wanted to ask... What did you do or say to catch Jensen's eye so quickly?"

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I looked towards Jensen, and than Jared. "What?"

He shrugged and moved closer, "He never invites fans to have drinks, even when they ask. So I'm curious how you got an in."

I could suddenly feel reality slam right back into me, he was right. Who was I? Why was I here. I know Jared probably didn't mean anything with his comments, but I could suddenly feel guilty and embarrassed that it might look like I forced my way in here and that's not what I wanted to do, at all.

I took my last shot and smiled at Jared, "I'm sorry to cut this short but I actually have to head back, big day at the convetion tomorrow, thank you for letting me join and it was so good to see you again Jensen, so good to meet you Jared."

Before the boys could say anything, I rushed as fast as I could out of the bar, my heart was pounding in my ears and I couldn't breathe.

Was Jared right? Did I force my way into his life somehow or was it genuine? I was an idiot for thinking he wanted me there, right? I didn't know what to think, but I knew I felt embarrassed and ashamed, and anxious to see him tomorrow.

Jensen's POV

As soon as the bar door shut, I felt my heart pang in my chest. I don't understand, I thought we were getting somewhere, was that a stupid idea? I knew it was risky inviting a fan to have a drink with me, but she's different, what went wrong?

My gaze moved to Jared and I stepped closer, swatting his shoulder. "What did you say to her?"

He held his hands up in defense as a shocked expression appeared, "I didn't say anything, I was joking with her."

I grit my teeth and stared, "What did you say?"

He sighed and pushed the hair from his face, "I just asked her what she said or did to get an in with you considering you never ask fans to grab a drink with them."

I could feel the anger bubbling, "Your an idiot. You realize you made it seem like she conned her way into here, like I'm not the one who invited her and wanted her here."

Jared's expression faded as he realized what I was talking about, finally. "Oh. Shit, yeah I can see that now. I'm sorry dude I didn't think of it that way."

I sighed and sat beside him, finishing the shots that were laid out in front of us. Jared's hand came down on my shoulder as he brought another shot to his lips. "Seriously man, I'm sorry."

I shrugged, "It's okay. It might have been a bad idea to invite her anyways."

"Why did you." he whispered, "Just curious."

A deep sigh escaped my throat as I thought of an answer I didn't have, "I really don't know. I saw her at the convention and I just... I don't know, felt something? It's stupid, I don't even know her."

"It's not stupid." Jared started, "You can't help who you connect with, maybe she is special. I mean, you have never once invited somebody out for drinks with us unless it was a coworker or you've been dating them for a while. Also, don't think I didn't notice the way you were staring at her."

I shrugged and turned towards him, "But I don't know her."

He smiled lightly, "I don't think that matters, your heart wants what it wants, there's a reason why you felt so connected to her, you just need to figure out why."

"But, isn't this just complicated and stupid? Messing with a fan?"

Jared laughed loudly, "First of all, don't call it messing. Second, I met her for about two miniutes but I can say she did not treat you like you were a famous actor, or me for that matter, and she didn't act like a fan. That's not all she is."

I nodded, "Yeah, your right. I actually felt... human around her. Like I wasn't a celebrity or a piece of meat, she just treated me like normal. But I don't know how she feels, I may have come on too strong and blown it."

Jared shook his head, "You'll get another chance if it's fate, just let the world decide what's best for you."

Let the world decide. Pshh. I didn't really believe in fate, but after these two interactions with you, I was starting to think maybe Jared had a point, maybe it was fate.

Maybe you were made for me.

Maybe.

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