#spn punk band au that lives in my head

[sosaysdean]

this crowley with s1 dean

[winchesterprincessbride]

Your Song-Part 3

A/N: In this AU, Jensen Ackles in single, and he is a singer, not an actor

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“Move in with you? I repeated dumbly, my eyes widening in shock.  “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m totally serious, Y/N,” Jensen told me, his green eyes staring into mine intently. “I have a huge house in Dallas and it’s just me and my dog.  I have more than enough room for the two of you.”

“This is crazy! We haven’t seen each other for almost five years! Matty doesn’t even know you are his father. I have a life, a job, responsibilities. You can’t just show up here and expect me to drop everything and come away with you.”

“Why can’t I?” Jensen asked with a grin.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Because you may be Jensen Ackles, rich and famous singer to everyone else, but to me you’re still Jensen singing at the Durango for beer money, that’s why.”

“But I’ve already missed out on so much, Y/N. I don’t want to miss another minute.” Jensen said softly, and my heart broke a little.

“I need to figure out how I am going to tell Matty. I’ve never even mentioned your name before.”

“I have a few weeks off. How about you and Matty come for a visit? It will give me time to get to know him, and we’ll be able to spend some time together.” He looked so hopeful.

“That sounds really nice, but I don’t think I can get the time off of work on such short notice,” I said doubtfully, wincing slightly at his crestfallen look.

“But don’t teachers get the summers off?” He asked, going to the coffee maker and pouring himself another cup.

 “I’m not a teacher, Jensen,”  I said with a sigh.

He looked at me strangely. “But you were studying Elementary Ed. in school when we were together, weren’t you?”

I took a deep breath. I really didn’t want to have this conversation.  “Yeah, I was.  But my parents were killed by a drunk driver six months after Matty was born. I had no one to help me with him, and I couldn’t afford school and daycare.  I had to drop out.”

Jensen looked angry again.  “You should have gotten in touch with me, Y/N.  You didn’t have to go through that alone.”

“I’ve already explained to you why I didn’t.  Matty and I got by.” I told him defensively.

“So if you never became a teacher, what do you do?” He asked curiously.

“I’m still a waitress, Jensen.  My parents left me a little money, enough for a down payment on this place.  I make enough to support us, and I was able to be home during the day with Matty when he was younger,  We managed.” I said proudly.

“How about we go to your work and I talk to your manager and explain the situation? Maybe they will listen to me.” Jensen suggested.

“Or maybe they will become so starstruck that the great Jensen Ackles is in their presence that they will do whatever you want?” I said with a smirk.

“Come on, Y/N. Please? I...I need this.  I need you.” He said with complete sincerity, taking my hand in his much larger one.

I gave an exasperated sigh. “Do you always get your way now that you're famous?”

He grinned shamelessly. “When it’s something I really want, pretty much.”

“Well, Tara won’t be in until one, and I did promise Matty a trip to the playground.  Can you keep an eye on him while I take a shower?”  Jensen suddenly looked a little panicked.  “Think you can handle that, hotshot?” I said archly, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I can.  Kids love me.  How hard can it be?” Jensen replied, unfolding himself from the chair.  “Lead the way.  I got this.”

We entered the living room, where Matty was still engrossed in his shows.  “Hey, Matt?”

“Yeah, Mommy?”

“I’m gonna go grab a shower so we can go to the playground.  Do you mind of Jensen comes with us?”

Matty gave him an assessing look.  “Can he push me on the swings?”

I looked over at Jensen.  “Sure, Buddy.  Anything you want.”

“Jensen is gonna hang out here with you while I get a shower, okay?”

Matty nodded. “Okay, Mommy.”

When I got out of the shower, I stopped and smiled at the sight that greeted me. Jensen and Matty were sitting on the couch, heads close together, discussing who their favorite Avenger was.

“You guys having fun?” I asked. When I walked over I saw that they both were munching on strawberry Pop-Tarts, which were Matty’s favorite and a special treat.

“Mommy, Jensen loves strawberry Pop-Tarts too, and his favorite Avenger is Hawkeye, just like me!” Matty said enthusiastically.

“You don’t say!  Now, Matty,  you know you aren’t supposed to take those without asking.” I scolded. “You will spoil your lunch.”

“Jensen said we could have them.”

“Did he now?” I gave him a look.  “Well, Jensen is going to spoil his lunch, too.”

Jensen looked embarrassed. “Sorry, Y/N.  I should have asked.  Your house, your rules.”

“It’s okay.  You two ready to go?”

When the three of us walked outside, I noticed the absence of another car.  “How did you get here?” I asked curiously.

“My driver dropped me off.” He told me, slightly embarrassed.

“Your driver? So Jensen Ackles has a driver now?” I said with a snort of laughter.

“Shut up.  Get in the car.”

“Matty, we need to stop at Mommy’s work really quick before we go to the playground, okay?” I told him as I buckled him in.

“And then right to the playground,” Jensen promised, and Matty nodded.

When the three of us entered the restaurant, conversations stopped left and right as people saw Jensen.  We walked into the back where the office was.  “Hey Tara, got a minute?”

“Hey Y/N, you aren’t scheduled today.  What do you…….Oh my god! You’re Jensen Ackles!” She exclaimed in shock when she saw him, her eyes wide.  “I love your music.”

I rolled my eyes.  “Tara, calm down.  Breathe.  Can we talk in private?” I turned to Jensen.  “Let’s go into the office.”

“Why is he here? Do you know him? Am I being punked?” She hissed as I pulled her into the room and shut the door.

“Matty, can you wait out here for a minute,” I said as I looked at Jensen.  “Can you keep an eye on him while we talk?”

“Sure, no problem,” Jensen said with a smile.

“I would like to ask for a few weeks off. I know it’s short notice, but I have some family stuff going on I need to deal with.” I said vaguely, hoping she wouldn’t press me. No such luck.

“Why is Jensen Ackles standing in my restaurant?  Oh my God! You are the Y/N from the song, aren’t you?” Tara was practically jumping up and down at this point.

“Yeah, I am,” I admitted.  “Jensen is Matty’s father.  And we have just reconnected.  We need some time to sort things out.”

“You never told me Jensen Ackles was Matty’s father!” She practically shrieked.

“If it makes you feel any better I didn’t tell Jensen he was Matty’s father either.”

“Holy shit, Y/N! Take all the time you need! What are you going to do?” She asked.

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”

We left the restaurant and headed to the playground.  It was pretty quiet when we got there, and we had a nice time.  Jensen pushed Matty on the swings and slid down the slide with him. The playground began to fill up, and people started to notice Jensen was there.

Someone came up and asked for his autograph, then another person wanted a picture.  Jensen was polite but firm. “I’m sorry, no pictures today.”  A crowd began to form.  And then the reporters showed up.  “We need to go,” Jensen said tersely. That’s when I started to get scared.

They shoved cameras in my face as they shouted questions.  “Was I the Y/N from the song?” “Were Jensen and I together? “Was this Jensen’s son?”  Matty buried his face in Jensen’s shoulder.  He was terrified by all the pushing and the shouting.

“No comment,”  Jensen shouted as he grabbed my hand and we ran to the car.

Part 4

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