Chapter Tags: angst, mentions of abandonment, slight inappropriate feelings
Chapter WC: 1984
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Jensen’s POV
Jensen sighs as he grabs the bottle of whiskey and pours himself another measure. The last night of summer before work starts again is always a little nerve-wracking, because you never know what a school year is going to throw at you. But this year, he’s even more anxious for school to start, knowing he’s going to have his work cut out for him with Y/N. He’d promised Jared he’d look after her, straighten her out and get her to graduate, and while he knows he’s achieved that before for other parents who have shipped their daughters to his school for the same attitude makeover, there’s just a little more pressure with Y/N. He has a personal interest in her actually doing well. He wants her to leave school with options for her future. He wants her to be able to do whatever she wants with her life; whatever she wants besides her mission to sleep with half the male population, at least. Jensen rolls his eyes at the very thought and knocks back his shot of whiskey, licking his lips.
Caitlyn leaving had been hard on everyone, but more so on Y/N than anyone else. Jared and Cait always kept their failing marriage a secret from Y/N, and even around the rest of their family they faked it as much as possible. They were so young when they got together, and Cait was only a year older than Y/N is now when she got pregnant. Jared had tried to do the right thing by marrying her, sticking by her so they could raise their baby as a real family, but by the time Jensen came onto the scene they were already struggling to keep the smiles on their faces, and he and Jared grew close enough for Jared to come clean about how he felt they were falling out of love. Jared tried his best, fought hard to keep his family together, but it was Cait that didn’t want to match those efforts.
Jared hadn’t expected their marriage to last forever, but he also hadn’t expected to wake up one day to find her gone; her side of the closet cleared out and no trace of her left behind – like she never even existed. Jensen remembers Jared breaking down, weeping in his arms for weeks after she left, never for his own sake, but for Y/N’s. Clarissa had tried her best to pick up the pieces and be there for Y/N in the way Cait no longer was, but Y/N was fourteen and old enough to understand that her Mom left willingly; that her Mom decided to leave their family with no explanation and never come back. Of course she was going to act out after that. She’s always been a bit of a wild child, getting into petty trouble and earning herself groundings, even when Cait was around. Y/N had always been interested in boys, much to Jared’s dismay, so her lashing out this way really shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone.
And dare Jensen admit it, Y/N is gorgeous, so he’s not surprised that guys look her way. The way she flirts and teases only keeps them around. She’s been playing her father since she could talk, she knows exactly how to get what she wants out of men, so any guy she sets her eyes on hardly stands a chance. Jensen purses his lips and pours another measure as he remembers the way she’d acted at the diner on their journey here, teasing and flirting with him like he was just any other guy. Then he thinks further back to Jared’s birthday party, and the way she’d kissed him. Jensen had been on just the wrong side of tipsy, making his reflexes a little too slow. If he were sober, he’d have never even let it get close to that, let alone let her lips press against his, even for the brief second they did. He can only hope that she isn’t getting the wrong idea in her head. The last thing Jensen needs is to be her next target.
Jensen clears his throat and tries to shift his mind onto other things, like the final jobs he needs to make sure are done around the school before teachers and students begin arriving the next day. But his mind barely focuses before he’s thinking about Y/N again, wondering if she’s okay in the dorms, all by herself. He’d be naive to think she’s not up to something she shouldn’t be, but he can only hope that once school starts and she gets a roommate, things will settle down. He’d purposefully put her with Holly Kimble, because she’s a straight A student, last year’s class president, and no doubt this year’s too. She’ll be a good influence on Y/N, at least, Jensen hopes so, and not that Y/N becomes a bad influence on Holly.
Jensen’s cell buzzes in his pocket, and he digs in to pull it out, taking his glass into the living room to settle on the couch. It’s late, but Jared had always been a night owl like Jensen.
Jared: How are things going there? Is Y/N settled?
Jensen: All good, dude, the other students start arriving tomorrow, I’m sure she’ll make friends soon enough. I’ll let you know how her first day goes.
Jensen looks up from his cell as a flash of light flickers through the blinds of his living room. He frowns, getting off the couch and heading to the front door, flicking the outside lights on. As he steps outside, he sees Y/N with her phone in her hand, using the flashlight to illuminate her way up the walkway towards the dorms. She’s carrying her heels, stumbling a little in her tiny black dress, clearly blissfully unaware she’s been caught, despite the lights now shining down on her. Jensen squares his shoulders back as he clears his throat pointedly.
“Excuse me, young lady, where have you been?”
He watches as Y/N slowly spins around to face him with a sheepish expression on her face. Her dress is so short it barely leaves anything to the imagination, and as Jensen drags his eyes up from her legs to her face, he can see her makeup is a little bit of a mess, black smudges staining under her eyes, and faint red lipstick stains on her chin.
“Oh, hey Uncle Jen,” she giggles, biting her lip. “Sorry, M’jus’…” she drunkenly points aimlessly behind her, and Jensen purses his lips, getting a little irritated.
He glances down at the watch on his wrist and sighs.
“It’s nearly one in the morning, where have you been?” he asks again.
Y/N bites into her smirk, clearing her throat and reaching up to play with her hair.
“Just out… wanted to have some fun before school starts and I’ve gotta be all serious again.”
She pouts her lips dramatically, frowning like she’s trying to be serious, and Jensen rolls his eyes, seeing through her act straight away.
“I know you’re not that drunk, and even if you were, it wouldn’t stop me from punishing you.” She instantly relaxes her face a little, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up in her low cut dress and sighing. “Get inside,” Jensen insists, and Y/N hesitates for a second, but then moves past him to step inside, and he takes a deep breath before following behind her.
“I’m sorry, okay?” she huffs, a tone of sass still in her voice. “I just went for a quiet drink, it’s no big deal.”
“Quiet, hm?” Jensen glares, his eyes landing on her neck as she attempts to brush her hair further forward to hide it. He clenches his jaw as he steps closer to her, reaching up to push her hair away. “This doesn’t look that quiet to me.”
He lets his eyes wander over the several fresh love bites adorning her throat.
“Jesus, didn’t realise you were such a prude,” she scoffs, stepping back, covering them over with her hair again.
“I told you this wasn’t going to happen. You can’t sneak out and do what you want here, there are rules, and there’s a curfew.”
“Relax, school hasn’t started yet,” Y/N replies, rolling her eyes.
Jensen scoffs, getting more and more annoyed. How hasn’t Jared put her over his knee and spanked the brat out of her by now? How does he just let her get away with this?
“I can’t just relax, Y/N! I promised your father I’d look after you, and if you’re God knows where doing God knows what with God knows who, then how am I supposed to do that?! How old even was that guy? Hm? What if he was dangerous, what if he’d tried to hurt you and I couldn’t be there to protect you?”
“He didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to, I’m not a child, Jensen, I can look after myself!”
“Can you?” Jensen challenges, “because from where I’m sitting you’re not looking after yourself at all. You’re letting random men touch you, use you like that… you don’t care about your grades or your future, you don’t care about your father, or anyone else for that matter. Seems to me like you care more about getting guys off than you do about yourself.”
Y/N stares at him for a moment and then laughs softly, shaking her head.
“You’re being dramatic, it’s only sex,” she insists. “If anything, you just sound jealous.”
Jensen stops for a second, swallowing hard as he considers her words, but then he realises how ridiculous it would be if he was jealous. Jealous of who? Her, because she’s going out and doing what she wants? No responsibilities, nobody to answer to. Or jealous of the men that she’s spending time with? Either option is stupid.
“Y/N, sweetheart,” he sighs, trying to lower his tone, “I care about you. Your father cares about you… Aunt Clarissa… we all care about you.” She rolls her eyes, looking down at her feet. “We just want what’s best for you.”
“Whatever,” she mumbles. “Can I go back to my dorm now?”
“No, I think you should stay the night,” he insists.
Y/N raises her eyebrows, that cocky grin back on her lips. “Hm, seems a little hypocritical. Guess you are jealous after all.”
“That’s obviously not what I mean,” he tells her, exasperated. “I have a spare room.”
She seems to ignore him, closing the distance between them. “Sure? Because there’s still some room on my neck.”
“Top of the stairs, first left.” She rolls up onto her tiptoes, and Jensen’s whole body tenses when he feels her lips press to his cheek.
“Your loss. Night, Uncle Jensen,” she whispers, pulling away as she starts to climb the stairs.
God help him, but Jensen finds his eyes landing on the way her dress has ridden up to show even more of her ass, and the flash of her lace panties underneath, as she climbs the stairs. Fuck. He can’t deny that Y/N isn’t a little girl anymore. In the last two years he’s only seen her grow up in photos, hardly able to believe that she’s the same girl he met when she was five, who insisted he played princesses with her and demanded he dance with her as the prince. He’d had this job for three years now, which had kept him away from home most of the time, and Y/N growing older, wanting more independence, had meant her skipping events for the sake of her friends or boys. He barely recognises the woman she’s become, even more beautiful, and self assured, and stubborn. He turns sharply and heads back into the living room, finding and finishing his whiskey, and hoping to God he’ll survive this school year.
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