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Twelve Days Of Christmas

Chapter 3

Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo​​

Square Field: Sleigh Ride

Word Count: 1760

Warnings: Hint of anxiety issues, fluff, fluff, and more tooth rotting fluff.

A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 4 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!

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The last thing you remember from the night before was falling asleep wrapped up in Dean’s arms in the Dean cave. Normally you weren’t one to fall asleep during movie night, but it also wasn’t normal for Dean to be that cuddly either, and you were apparently a lot more worn down from the hunt than you thought you were, not to mention your little self inflicted melt down over Christmas. Your anxiety tended to hit at the world's worst time and take a whole lot out of you when it did, yesterday was no exception. 

When you woke up this morning you were tucked safely in your bed, and you knew you didn’t wake up to get there on your own, meaning Dean must have carried you there and tucked you in after you had fallen asleep. That thought alone made you smile. Dean cared about you enough to carry you in there, and tuck you into your bed after you had fallen asleep on him. No man had ever done that for you before, and you swear your heart grew three sizes in your chest. 

You had always harbored feelings for Dean, but never allowed yourself to think that they could possibly be reciprocated by the famous Winchester. He was a warrior, a hero, and you were just lucky he allowed you into his little band of misfits to hunt with them, and gave you home when you met him years ago hunting a nest of Vampires in Illinois.

You climb out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas Dean had bought for you the night before, and made your way into the kitchen in search of coffee. You were surprised to find Dean standing next to the coffee pot with a cup in hand, fully dressed, showered, and ready for the day; normally Dean was a bit of a late sleeper. 

“Morning,” he said brightly, as if he’d been up waiting for hours, quickly grabbing a mug for you and filling it with coffee before you could even cross the floor. 

“Morning,” you tell him with a smile as you take the steaming mug from him, and make your way over to the table to sit down. “What’s got you up so early?” you asked him, and he chuckles as he sits to work on your breakfast. 

“Early? Sweetheart it’s almost noon,” he says without even turning around to face you, cracking an egg over the pan in front of him. “I was starting to think you were going to skip today and just stay in bed. I was a little hurt that I didn’t get an invitation,” he played as he pulled bacon from the pack and added it to the pan in front of him with the eggs. 

You blush at his antics and hide behind your coffee cup as Sam comes striding into the room, a book in hand, and a cup of to refill with coffee in another. He didn’t so much as give the two of you a second glance as he refilled his coffee up and started to track back out to the library with his nose firmly implanted in a book. Dean watched his brother as he gave the bacon on final flip and plated up your food before rolling his eyes and turning to you, shaking his head as he delivered your breakfast to you. 

“Boy’s lucky he found Eileen, if not I don’t think he’d ever get laid,” he grumbles as he takes a seat across from you and you stifle the laugh that threatens to fall from your lips with a mouth full of bacon. 

“Leave him be,” you scold, and Dean’s eyes sparkle a little with mischief when he playfully runs his foot across your under the table. Was he really playing footsie with you? 

You clear your throat, and decide to just play along without saying anything and you swear you saw a victory smirk cross his gorgeous face. 

“So, what’s on the agenda today?” you asked him, expecting some smart ass answer like porn, or some slasher marathon he’d planned since there was no case, and so much snow had fallen the night before it wasn’t like anyone wanted to get out in it anyway to actually work.

“You and I are gonna go downtown, so hurry up and eat your breakfast so you can get dressed,” he said excitedly, and you give him a confused look. 

“Downtown? It was a snow storm last night? Can we even get downtown?” you asked him in confusion, but he seemed thoroughly unfazed. 

“It stopped snowing hours ago, and the snow plows have already came through and cleared the roads, the sun's out, and it’s really not that bad out there, so hurry up Y/N/N!”

He looked so much like an over excited child that you couldn’t say no to that face even if you wanted too. You quickly finish your meal and dress in your room before meeting Dean in the garage where he’d gone to warm up Baby for you so that you wouldn’t be cold when you got into the car. 

You don’t know where this new, thoughtfully sweet, Dean came from but you weren’t complaining. Dean had never wanted to spend this much time with you before, and you were going to enjoy every second of it. 

“What are we doing downtown Dean?” you asked him as the car moved ever closer to Dean’s destination, his fingers were drumming alone to the classic rock song that was filtering through the speakers, and he was humming in a way you had only heard him do about a handful of times. He looked, happy? It was rare that Dean ever looked happy. It was a nice chance. 

“You're about to find out,” he said with a smirk, pointing ahead of him, at the side road where a fully decked out horse driven sleigh was waiting, children flocking around the animal as the handler let them each have a turn petting it’s short main. Your mouth fell open in utter shock and disbelief at the sight before you, and you couldn’t deny that the little girl in you was squealing with delight at the sight before you as Dean parks Baby safely on the side of the street. 

“Dean! Are you serious?!” 

You were all but bouncing up and down in the seat and Dean was chuckling at your excitement as his bright green eyes watched you, an emotion filling them you couldn’t understand in that moment. 

“Serious as a heart attack baby girl, I’ve already got us booked for a ride, in fact they're waiting on us now,” he said, getting out of the car and making his way around to pull you from the passenger side. 

You were still in so much shock that you all you could do was smile like an idiot as he laced his fingers with yours, and made his way over to the sleigh, shopping to let you pet the horse for a moment before helping you into it, following close behind you and draping the blanket they provided over your lap so that you wouldn’t get cold. 

The young man that was standing next to the horse climbed up behind the reins and took off slowly, making his way through a heavily decorated part of town, and through the little orchard that set just outside the park, snow making them limbs of the trees heavy and everything bright like winter wonderland as your eyes traveled around the scene before you. It looked like something out of a cheesy Hallmark movie, but you wouldn’t trade this experience for the world. Dean's eyes barley left your face, watching you as you looked around with a childlike amusement. 

“Dean, how did you even find out they were doing this?” you asked him as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close to him to help keep you warm. Your heart fluttered around in your chest at the simple little act, and damn he smelt like Heaven.

“I saw it on the news, and I remember you saying how much you loved horses, so I figured it was something you would like to do,” he said simply with a shrug, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, and those eye crinkles you loved so much coming out to play. “I thought this would be the perfect day 11.” 

“I love it De, thank you for thinking of me,” you tell him, letting your head rest against his shoulder as the landscape passed along by you like a beautiful, moving portrait. 

“I always think of you Y/N,” he said, and you blushed deeply at his little revelation, looking up into his forest green eyes as he stared down into your own. You watched as his eyes traveled from your lips to your eyes again, and for just a second you thought he was going to kiss you. 

Just before the electric pull between the two of you became irresistible he pulled back a little, and you could have kicked yourself for thinking this was anything but plutonic. You didn’t have a chance to sulk about it before his free hand reached over and laced with yours, quickly making the moment all too intimate again, his lips kissing the top of your forehead and making your heart leap in your chest. 

“You just wait to see what I have planned for day ten,” he chuckled as the sleigh started to make its way back to the starting point, and you started to question him, but something in his eyes just said he wanted to surprise you, so you wouldn’t spoil this for him either. 

“You know you don’t have to do this Dean,” you tell him earnestly, and he smiles warmly down at you as the ride comes to an end, and he helps you down, leading you towards the little hot chocolate stand that was set up close by. 

“I want too, Y/N/N, you deserve this, and I’m going to make this a Christmas you will never forget, trust me.” 

Your mind and heart fluttered with possibilities and excitement that you hadn’t felt in years, but more importantly you were pretty sure you were falling in love with this green eyed God of a man, and hoped that it didn’t put a damper on the holiday fun he had planned for the two of you.

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Princess...

Request by: @prettysourabbie​ Thank you for answering my question love!💕 can I request a Dean x plus size reader where she is super shy and it drives dean crazy? Fluff, smut? I’m sorry to bother you hahaha and that this sounds awkward turtle 🐢 🖤😻

Warnings: Smut, language, shy!reader, body insecurities, fluff, Oral (female receiving), I think that’s it. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus sized!Reader

Word Count: 2476

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The bar was crowded tonight, more crowded than it usually was. It was early in the afternoon too, so it was odd that the place was this packed. 

Here you were though, shoved as far over in the dark corner of the bar booth as you could get, and watching the people warily. 

You weren't a people person. You were a researcher, you didn't even begin to call yourself a hunter, you were a loner, and you preferred being as far away from people as humanly possible. 

You were a shy person, and holding a conversation with strange drunk people wasn't exactly high on your agenda for tonight, but Dean wanted to blow off some steam after the boy's most recent hunt, and he didn't want you to sit in the bunker all alone even though you would have been fine with that. 

You had your books and your research. That was enough for you.

Books didn't judge you, mock you behind your back, call you mean names, or make fun of the fact that you had a little more weight on you than the rest of these girls walking around here tonight. 

They didn't stare at your thicker thighs, or the fact that your stomach wasn't flat and perfect, or the fact that you had a little more curve to your body than what was socially acceptable. 

They just were, and they allowed you to hide safely away from your reality, and away from people. 

You couldn't tell Dean no, no matter how much you wanted to though. You'd had a crush on Dean ever since you'd moved into the bunker with them three years ago, but you were way too shy to ever tell him how you felt about him. 

Aside from the fact that Dean usually walked around with a woman that could honestly be America's next top model on his arm, and you were anything but that, you would die of embarrassment if you knew he knew you liked him. That would probably be the most humiliating thing to ever happen to you.

Either way, when he flopped down next to you in the library tonight, begging you to accompany him, and doing his best to imitate his brother's puppy dog eyes, you blushed and agreed to go. 

Coming back from the bathroom Dean flopped down in the booth next to you, throwing his arm over the back of the booth, and pulling you close to his side. 

The girls across the room gave you a dirty look, but you just continued to stare at your beer and pick at the label on your beer bottle. You knew if you looked up at Dean you'd just blush again, so it was easier just to not make eye contact. 

"You're not really enjoying yourself are you sweetheart?" Dean asks, taking a deep swig of his beer as his eyes searched you. Even though you weren't looking at him you could feel his gaze on you.

"Not really, guess bars just aren't my thing. I'm killing your fun so I'm just going to call an uber or something. The bunker is walking distance from here. I'm just going to go home," you tell him, but he doesn't budge one bit. 

"I don't think so Y/N. We are going to have a good time together tonight, you're going to get out of that little shell you keep yourself hauled away in if I've got to get you slap drunk to do it. Now come on let's play some pool." Dean said, getting out of the booth and pulling you with him. 

"Dean you don't have to hang out with me if you want to go find a girl to take home tonight or something. I can totally go home. There's a blonde over there at the bar that's had her eyes on you all night. Go have fun. I'm no fun to hang out with." you tell him as he shoves a pool stick in your hands and starts getting ready to start the game.

Dean gave you an annoyed glare before giving you an impish smile that made your stomach flip. 

"I am going home with a girl tonight princess, you, now stop being such so goddamn shy, and let's have fun." 

You couldn't understand what he was doing, but you also knew that there was little to no point in arguing with him. 

"Fine," you say as he sets up his first shot. Leaning over the pool table. Body angled perfectly. Completely relaxed and in his element, and God he was beautiful.

"I'm going to make you open up to me princess, when I get my eyes on something I want, I don't stop until I get it." 

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Three hours later Dean had gotten you to loosen up, that or the sheer amount of shots he'd gotten you to do with him, and you were fairly certain that he was unable to actually get drunk anymore. You on the other hand were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, and as he tried to pass you yet another shot you held your hands up refusing him.

"NO! No more Dean, I'm already going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning." You giggled at him, pushing the shot back to him and watching as he took it down just like a shot of water. 

"Okay, okay fair enough, it's getting late anyway." Standing up off the bar stool Dean wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. You did notice that most everyone had gone and left, so you knew that it must be pretty close to closing time.

"What do you say we go back to the bunker, I'll take you to my room, and we'll cuddle up and....."

"WOAH There, cowboy!" you tell siding down off the stool and stumbling towards the front door, Dean's arms still wrapped firmly around your waist. "I don't plan on being another notch in Dean Winchester's bedpost." 

Dean got quiet after that, and you wondered if you hurt his feelings. You watched as he walked around the car, his face deep in thought. When he got in and shut the door he looked at you, his expression soft and earnest.

"Y/N, I have a confession to make."  Dean looked down at this lap. Running his fingers nervously over his knees as he tried to work up the courage to tell you whatever it was that he had to tell you. 

"Okay." 

Dean started the car and pulled onto the highway, probably thinking it was better to get home or at least closer to it before he said whatever it was he had to say. His eyes were on the road, but his expression was strange, there was something there just below the surface you couldn't read, so you just sat there silently and gave him whatever time he needed. 

"Listen I don't want you to be mad at me okay? Because I uh...as I'm not really good with words, and I don't want to sound like a complete and total Jackass when that's not my intention at all." 

Looking over at you he checked your expression before continuing. 

You sat there quietly looking back at him. Worry starts to grip you.

"I sent Sam to Jody's so that you and I could have some time together," he said in a rush. Like if he could get it all out right now you wouldn't get totally angry with him.

"I like you a lot Y/N, I mean I really, really like you, but you're so damn shy all the time. You never opened up to me, you won't even look at me half of the time when I'm talking to you, and all I want is for you to feel the same thing for me that I feel for you; but you're never going to do that if you won't open up to me and get out of that little protective bubble you keep yourself in. So I sent Sam away, thinking if I made you spend a little time with me you'd open up to me enough that you and I could maybe, I don't... I'm making myself sound like a jackass the longer I talk. I'll just shut up and take you back to the bunker now. You clearly don't feel the same way I do."

Throwing the car in park Dean jumped out of the car, and you were right on his heels. Confused, and a little annoyed to say the least. 

"Wait, Dean," Grabbing his arms as you both make your way to the bottom of the stairs. "Hang on a damn minute." You tell him until he turns around and looks at you, giving you a hard look. You never were able to say much when he looked at you so intensely so you just looked down at the floor. 

"Listen, I don't understand, I'm not mad, I just don't understand why you wanted to all the sudden hang out with me, then out of nowhere you're angry and walking away from me."

Dean swallowed hard and ran his hands harshly down his face. Looking anywhere but you. 

"Because... I like you y/n, a lot, and I wanted to see if maybe you liked me, and that sounded so 8th grade, but I don't know any simpler way to say it."

“Dean you don’t want to be with someone like me.” You told him. Still staring at your feet.

“Excuse me?” Dean said, putting his hands on either side of your face.

“Princess don’t EVER let me hear you say that about yourself again. You're amazing, smart, funny, beautiful, and any man would be lucky to have you.”

Looking up into his piercing green eyes you held your breath as Dean lowered his lips to yours again. Demanding, needy. His tongue tracing your lower lip. Begging for entrance that you so willingly granted him. His tongue quickly dominated yours as he pulled you tight against him.

When you both finally had to pull away Dean laced his fingers with yours and started to make his way through the bunker, towards his bedroom. Opening the door, and letting you in before he closed the door and lips were on yours again as he backed you to his bed, Not stopping until your legs hit the bed, and you feel lightly backward on the bed. 

"Dean, what are you doing?" you asked him, embarrassment, making you want to crawl in a hole and hide, but when you looked into Dean's eyes all you could see was pure love and devotion, and that gave you a little more confidence than you had ever had. 

"I'm going to show you just how much I care about you, and just how worth it  you are, even though you think you're not."

You crawled back up the bed as Dean quickly shed all of his layers that were now piling on the floor quickly before he stalked his way up to your body almost predatory. 

As soon as his lips attached to your neck you were a goner. All self-control and embarrassment flew right out of the window. All that was left was need. Need to be as close to Dean as humanly possible. 

Everything that happened next was a blur because you were so consumed by him.

His hands tracing your body as he quickly undressed you, the way his weight felt on top of you has he caged his body around you perfectly. His lips leaving a trail of little bite marks and open mouth kisses as he worked his way down to your breast. Sucking each nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirling and licking at each nipple. Causing your back to arch off the bed and closer into him.

His lips working their way down your stomach and thighs as he kissed and worshiped your body, all those places you hated the most, he treated like he couldn't get enough of them.

Spreading your legs gently he kissed his way up and down each of your thick thighs before licking a strip up your already soaking folds, and growl of approval leaving his lips. " You taste so fucking, good princess," he growled before devouring you like a starving man having his last meal. His sinful mouth driving you closer and closer to your release as his tongue lapped at your swollen clit his fingers made their way into your soaking entrance, first one, then two, pumping and curling them inside of you. Stretching you, getting you ready for him as the pleasure you were experiencing builds and builds until all of a sudden it was too much to take and you were falling over the edge of pure bliss as your body jerked and your vision blurred in the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced.

Before you had even come down all the way his lips were back on yours. Giving you a taste of yourself which surprisingly turned you on more than you thought it would.

"So fucking gorgeous when you fall apart, baby girl. I've been dreaming about doing that for a long fucking time."

Reaching down between your bodies he started to pump himself a few times before lining his thick length up with your aching entrance. Sinking in slowly then stilling for a moment to give you time to adjust to the new stretch, before he started pumping himself in and out of you slowly at first. His lips barely leave your skin, and he held you as close to him as possible. His pace quickened as he went. Pushing you closer and closer to your end, your body literally trembling in his arms as it almost became too much to take.

"Dean...." You tried to make a coherent sentence but it just wasn't going to happen.

"I know princess, let go I've got you." 

WIth that you came apart underneath him, your fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you tried to ground yourself through an orgasm that was even stronger than the first. He seeds spilling inside of you, painting your walls with everything that was him. Your body clamped down on him as he rutted himself into you. Driving you both through your orgasms until you were both able to breathe normally.

"Shit Y/N," he said as he rolled off of you and pulled you close to him. Not even bothering to clean you up.

"Yeah... Shit," you mumbled as you nuzzled into his neck. 

"You know your mine now princess, no more of this shy shit," he said, giving you a playful jab at your side before brushing his lips over yours, your lips moving lazily together. No hurry, no nothing. Just the two of you, being together, and it felt so right. So right that you weren't going to ever want to leave this spot right here.  

You had no problem being called his princess.

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A Thousand Years...

Chapter 3

Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave. How can I love when I’m afraid to fall. But watching you stand alone. All of my doubt, suddenly goes away…..

Summary: A soulmate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master. – Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

A new town, a new job, and a new life, one that you didn’t even expect……

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2152

Warnings will include… Smut, language, unrequited/ requited love, cheating, and possibly more. This is gonna be a slow burn y’all!! This is brand new, so I will add to it as I know. Chapters will have warnings of their own if need be….

A/N: So my little cousin was watching breaking dawn in the living room, and I was folding clothes in the guest room… When the credits rolled and this song started, this fic hit me right in the face… I couldn’t escape it.. I don’t know yet how many chapters it will be! But If you want to be tagged let me know!! As always all mistakes are mine!! Feedback is gold!! Hope you guys enjoy this one!!

Fic Based on the Song A Thousand Years, by Christina Perr

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It was your first day at work at Family Business Brewing Company, and so far it wasn't so bad at all. The staff was all friendly, you seemed to be able to get along with everyone you’d worked with. It was nothing like working in a bar, it was safer, peaceful, and they made it as fun as they possibly could. 

You found out right away that most of the faces here were familiar ones. People apparently came in from the area locally and did so often. Having learned your co-workers by first name basis, they often knew their orders before they ever walked into the door. 

It seemed to be a nice working atmosphere. Nothing like a bunch of drunk men in a dark bar trying to follow you home, or convince you of following them home after working all night long. It was refreshing, and you could see yourself working for them for the long haul if this is what it was like on a daily basis. 

The only thing you were nervous about didn’t seem to be going to happen at all. Jensen told you yesterday that he was going to work with you some today so that you could get to know each other better. Gino had told you again later today that you would be expected to work alongside Jensen, but so far he was a no show, or at least you hadn’t seen him. 

According to Gino seeing as they called this place a “family business,” they like to treat their employees like family, and therefore they wanted to get to know each of them personally, and that Jensen tried to do this with most everyone.

That didn’t stop you from sleeping very little the night before, and when you got dressed for work this morning, you did add a little more makeup than what you had on yesterday, and also fixed your hair a little better. 

“You just wanted to make a good impression on the first day on the job,” or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

You refused to admit that what little bit you did sleep last night you were haunted by forest green eyes and Jensen’s perfect face. It just didn’t make any damn sense, so you refused to acknowledge it even happened. 

You convinced yourself it was because your sister-in-law was making such a big deal over him. It wasn’t abnormal to dream about people you’d meet for the first time or talked about a lot that day, wasn’t it? I mean, it wasn’t like it was a sex dream or something. It was just you and him, standing in a completely white, empty room and you were trying your best to get to him on the other side. Even though he wasn’t moving, no matter how much or how long you walked you never seemed to be gaining any ground. His eyes locked on yours. Never leaving you. Wanting...

Mentally slapping yourself you served the next customer their order. Then you heard someone behind you. 

“Psst!!” 

Turning around you see Jensen hiding just out of sight of the customers in the building, and you would be a liar if you didn’t say that your heart nearly stopped beating for a moment, even if you refused to acknowledge it. 

He motioned for you, then disappeared, expecting you to follow him, which you did on shaky legs.

There were other people serving, so they had it more than covered, and Gino knew you were going to be working with him some today. So you should be fine. Hell, he was the owner after all, and if he wanted you to come and talk to him you better do it.

Jensen nodded his head towards the warehouse where they kept the big brewing machines that gino had shown you yesterday and shut the door behind the two of you once you walked in. 

“Okay,” he said, clapping his hands together and looking around, the two of you were the only people there and you wondered if that was normal. You were under the impression that he was just going to serve customers with you, not this… Whatever it was...

“All these beer cans need to be packaged up and made ready to store in the cooler,” he instructed, pointing at the tables full of beer cans that looked to be freshly staked on the table. You nodded but said nothing because once again standing there next to him, just the two of you, your voice failed you again.

For some reason when you get around him, you feel like some stupid little high school girl that has a ridiculous crush on the quarterback. You have no idea why he affects you so, he’s a married man for crying out loud! He has three kids! He shouldn’t even be on your radar, and yet, here you were, struggling to communicate and not look like an idiot.

Your hands were trembling as you made your way to the table and started boxing up the six-packs of different beers and placing them in crates labeled to be stored, or for sale.

Jensen watched you work quietly at first before he started working on his own pile. You didn’t look at him, but you could definitely feel his eyes on you. His every movement, every glance felt amplified in your senses. 

“So,” he finally said when you both were about three boxes deep. “Where are you from?” 

“Uh...I’m not from here.. I’m from Y/H/T,” you tell him, keeping your eyes trained on your work. It was easier to make a coherent answer when you didn’t have to look at him while you talked to him. He was like sharing into the sun.

“Oh cool, what brought you down here then,” he pressed, shoving the boxes over that he’d packed and jumped up to sit on the empty spot that was on your table next to you. You swear your heart skipped more than one beat when you got a side view of those perfect bowed legs swinging off the table next to where you were working while he waited for your answer.

“I guess I just needed to start over,” you answer shortly, adding to the box pile you’d made. 

He hummed next to you in response but didn’t push. You wondered if you had been too distant and you were starting to make him angry with you, but you also were nowhere near ready to discuss your failed engagement with a total stranger, no matter how attractive he was.

“How do you like it so far? Living in Austin, working here?” he asked, his digging getting a little more direct when he saw that his last attempt didn’t work, he must have decided to go at it at a different angle.

“I like it so far. It’s not nearly as bad as I expected it to be. Learning my way around Austin has been the most difficult thing so far, but I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it.”

“You will get used to it, it’s not so bad once you do. I had a fit learning California when I moved out there the first time,” he said jumping off of the table, picking up the first box to start carrying to the cooler. You noticed you were almost down to the final box, that took away your excuse to not make eye contact with him when he talked to you. “Of course I was only 18, and I had never really been away from home. So that made it much worse than it probably really was.” He chucked a little as he came back motioning for you to grab another box and follow him into the cooler.

“I can’t tell you how many times I packed up everything I had and was going to go home, but I never did it,” he said over his shoulder as you followed him into the color.

Turning around after placing the box on top of one of the top shelves, he reached to grab the box out of your hand, and his finger brushed against yours. 

With just the simple brush of his fingers, your heart was racing in your chest, and goosebumps rose across your skin as what felt like electricity shot through your body.

If he felt it too, he didn’t say anything.

You both loaded the rest of the boxes into the cooler quietly, it took a little bit, and you wondered why he suddenly stopped his little question game. 

When the last box was put on the cooler he shut and latched it before making his way back over to the white tables the two of you had been working on, and jumped up, taking a seat before patting the spot next to him and giving you a soft smile that was meant to be reassuring, but honestly, it just sent a swarm of butterflies to attack your stomach that was sdoing flips of it’s on. 

You made your way over to where he was slowly and jumped up on the table next to him a little further away than where he’d patted, but you knew that keeping your distance from this man was for the best. It was almost like some self-preservation warning, telling you not to get too close. 

That or you had developed a fear of men after being hurt so badly, and you never noticed it until now… You’d make sure to mull over that one later tonight when you finally got home and were at least a wine bottle deep. 

His eyes watched your every movement, waiting until you were settled on the table before finally speaking again.

“You know,” he said, eyes searching yours, his tongue coming out and running across his lower lip as he seemed to be trying to choose his words wisely. “I’ve met and dealt with a LOT of people in my line of work. People of every flavor, culture, religious beliefs, just about whatever you can name I’ve come across it. I like to think that I’m a pretty good judge of people. I can read people well, I have to in order to act to an extent, but you…” 

His eyes trailed over you in a way that made your breathing come a little harder and your palms sweat against your pants, but he stared at you unashamed as if he noticed no change in you at all.

“You're a mystery to me. You’ve got so much wrapped up in there that you’re trying to keep everyone else from seeing. I like a challenge though.”

Jensen leaned a little closer to you. You could smell his college and the hint of spearmint gum that he’d been chewing. It was intoxicating, and it made your head spin, clouding your judgment, and only keeping your focus on those eyes that you knew would haunt you for the rest of your natural life.

“Jensen! What the hell are the two of you doing?”  Danneel’s voice pierced the warehouse with an echo as the door slammed shut, Jensen straightened up like it was nothing but a thing, and you were still trying to get your heart to slow down before you had a heart attack.

When your eyes met Danneel she did not look thrilled with you at all. Jensen seemed totally unfazed by her disgruntled appearance. 

“We were just taking a little break before we go back to the taproom, and Y/N clocks out for the day. We just finished stocking the coolers. No point in walking all the way back up there to serve what? Five people?” 

Jensen’s eyes were a little harder as his wife stared at him, and you were more than ready to get away from the two of them so they could hash out whatever her obvious problem was without you being around. 

“It’s okay Jensen, I could use the walk,” you tell them, jumping off of the table as both their eyes snapped up to you. “I’ll head back that way now.” Jensen gave his wife a very irritated look as you made your way towards the door, leaving him sitting on the table. 

“You sure you don’t want me to walk you back up? It’s dark out there?” he asked, but one look at Danneel’s face said that you would have a better chance facing whatever was out there than her raff if you asked him to walk with you.

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” you tell him, quickly making your escape, and leaving Jensen behind with his highly annoyed wife as you made your way to the taproom in the dark.

Danneel though wasn’t going to let you get away that easy, the doors burst open and she reached out and grabbed your arm as took a step away from the warehouse, stopping you in your tracks. You were ready to define yourself, job be damned if she was stupid enough to swing at you as you rounded on her, facing her fully.

“Danneel,” Jensen warned as he came to a stop behind her, and she let go of your arm, looking at you with what you could have sworn was disgust. 

“I was just going to ask her to bring a crate of glasses with her when she went,” Danneel said, an unreadable look on her face as she looked to her husband. 

Reaching over you grabbed a small crate of glasses and made your way out into the dark putting as much distance between the couple and yourself as possible. 

Your heart rate was still hammering in your chest as you climbed into your car, and started to head home that night. Not from Danneel, but from the man that seemed to be haunting your very soul, and you didn’t understand why.

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