Chapter Tags: angst, fluff, smut, p in v, more angst, lots more angst, minor violence, more angst
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Jensen’s POV
Jensen frowns, sitting up in the darkness when there’s a knock at his hotel door. He glances at the alarm clock to see it’s almost four in the morning, not that he’s been able to sleep at all. The knocking gets louder – more urgent – and his heart wedges in his throat when he considers who it could be. Jared’s found out. He’s found out and he’s about to bust down that door and beat the shit outta Jensen. Jensen figures he probably deserves it.
While he’s never regretted loving Y/N, he does still feel like a pretty shitty best friend right now. He’s been constantly replaying the conversation with Jared in his head from two nights ago, when they’d talked about being happy and how Jared was happy for him to have found someone to love. Jensen truly had given Jared and Clarissa his blessing because he meant it, and not just in the hopes that Jared would return the favour; but Jensen is really hoping that Jared returning the sentiment will be a happy bonus.
He figures there’s no point delaying the confrontation, so he climbs out of bed and heads towards the door, opening it expecting to see a very angry Jared, only to be greeted by a very fearful Y/N instead.
“I can’t sleep,” she sighs, clearly exasperated.
Jensen offers her a sympathetic smile and steps to one side, letting her in, and she hugs herself as she steps over the threshold. He locks the door behind them and turns around to face her.
“It’s going to be okay, baby,” he reassures her, reaching out to stroke her arm.
“I keep thinking about it… about how we should tell them. I thought maybe we could write a speech. But what if I forget my lines and it sounds… scripted and insincere. So then I thought we’ll just tell them naturally, but what if all the words come out wrong and we say the wrong thing and it gets worse and–”
“Hey hey hey,” Jensen interrupts her softly, reaching up to grab her face. “You’re overthinking it.”
“You think so? You think it’ll be okay?” she asks, wide eyed.
“Sweetheart, I can’t promise they’re going to congratulate us and hug us by the end of it, but the most important thing right now is that we tell them the truth.”
“Are you sure it’s worth it? All that drama and heartache?” she asks, swallowing hard.
“You tell me,” he demands softly, leaning forward and kissing her. “Y/N, if we don’t come clean and Drew tells them, it’ll be so much worse. And if even if we called this off and they still found out? All this would’ve been for nothing. And I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to lose you again.”
Y/N nods in his hold and sniffles. “You’re right,” she agrees. “It’ll be worth it.”
She kisses him again, a little more passionately than before, which throws Jensen off for a moment, and then she reaches up, smoothing her hand down his chest softly.
“Just help me take my mind off of it,” she whispers against his lips.
Jensen smirks slightly, pulling her in closer as he pushes his tongue into her mouth. She whimpers ever so quietly into his mouth, following him as he blindly leads them over to his bed. He sits down, Y/N eagerly following him, straddling his waist, and Jensen tangles his fingers in her hair, feeling her grind her ass down into his crotch. He can feel that she’s not wearing underwear under the oversized t-shirt she’s worn to bed, and it’s confirmed when he reaches for the hem and pulls it off of her to reveal her naked body underneath.
Jensen leans forward, wrapping his lips around her nipple, sucking it into his mouth before biting on it softly, and Y/N arches her back into him, reaching down between them and peeling his boxers back to free his cock. Instantly her hand wraps around the base and she guides him towards her wet entrance, teasing her clit with the tip for a moment first. Both of them moan in unison at the sensation, until Y/N lifts her hips and lowers herself down onto him, enveloping his entire length with heat. Jensen’s hands grip her hips hard, helping her movements, her bottom lip getting caught between his teeth as he growls, and Y/N whines, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and lifting and dropping herself hard and fast.
“Yeah, it’s worth it,” she pants, kissing him breathless again, and Jensen couldn’t agree more.
“Hey, relax baby girl, deep breaths,” Jensen soothes, reaching across to squeeze her hand as they descend in the elevator. Y/N can barely stand still, shaking her legs, taking short and shallow breaths, biting on the skin around her fingernails. “It’s gonna be okay in the end, I promise,” he reassures her.
She looks at him, tears already glazing over her eyes, but she stills her shaky bottom lip and nods her head silently. Jensen squeezes her hand one last time and then lets go as the elevator doors ping open, both making their way to the restaurant.
“There’s a table for Padalecki,” Jensen tells the hostess, offering her a polite smile.
She nods and leads the way through the restaurant, other patrons having some amazing looking breakfasts, but Jensen isn’t hungry, and he’s fairly sure Y/N won’t be either. When they get there, Jared and Clarissa are already seated, and Jared looks surprised to see Jensen, especially when Jensen notices the table is only set for three. The hostess is quick to set up the final place for Jensen, and he pulls out Y/N’s chair and encourages her to sit down in it, knowing she’ll need all the help she can get right now. She looks like she’s seen a ghost, and as Jensen sits next to her, he can’t help but notice she’s pressed her leg against his under the table.
“Didn’t expect you to come,” Jared tells him, smiling.
“Y/N invited me, I hope that’s okay,” Jensen smiles back, fussing with his knife and fork.
“Yeah, of course,” Jared agrees, Clarissa nodding silently. “It’s just a goodbye breakfast before we go on honeymoon,” he explains.
Jensen and Y/N are offered coffee, which they both silently accept, and the silence grows around the table for a moment as everyone starts looking at the menu.
“Beautiful day, yesterday,” Jensen comments, trying to keep the conversation light.
“Thank you,” Clarissa replies, “we had a great day.”
Jensen bites his bottom lip, wondering when the best time would be to bring the conversation up and how to bring the conversation up, and he guesses that Y/N isn’t going to start it, so that’ll fall on him. He takes a large swig of coffee, wishing it was something much stronger, and clears his throat.
“How are you feeling, baby girl? After Drew made his appearance?” Jared asks, looking over at his daughter, concerned.
“It was a little overwhelming,” she admits, her voice shaky.
“Are you okay? Do you want us to postpone the honeymoon?” Jared asks immediately.
“No, Dad, it’s not… it’s not Drew, there’s something else,” she flusters, looking down at the table in front of her. Jared frowns slightly, his eyes flickering to Jensen for a moment.
The silence grows around the table once again, Jared becoming more and more noticeably concerned, and then he looks back at Jensen.
“Is that why you’re here? Do you know what’s wrong?” he prompts.
Jensen looks over at Y/N licking his lips, judging her reaction. She looks at him pleadingly, and he knows this next bit is on him so he takes a deep breath and clears his throat.
“So, urm,” he starts, and he feels all eyes land on him. “The thing is, me and Y/N have been living together and… well, we’ve been getting closer.” He stops, because he realises it’s coming out all wrong. They’d agreed they were going to come completely clean, which includes telling them about eight years ago, and the way Jensen’s trying to get it out does not sound like this started eight years ago, and now he’s getting flustered.
“I love your daughter, Jared,” Jensen confesses, swallowing hard. He finally looks at his best friend to see his brow furrowed slightly and then a slight smile curls over his lips.
“Alright, I know that,” he laughs, looking at her.
“No, I mean…” Jensen sighs, reaching for Y/N’s hand and dropping them to the table top. “I love your daughter.”
Jared’s eyes fall to their hands and stay there for a few moments, and then he looks up, between the two of them.
“And I love him,” Y/N finally adds.
Your POV
The silence is unbearable, you feel so sick you might actually throw up on this very expensive tablecloth. But it’s out there now and neither of you can take back what you’ve said.
“Is this a joke?” your father finally asks, laughing humorlessly. “Fuck, that was so convincing.” He sits back in his chair, but when Jensen only squeezes your hand tighter, Jared seems to start realising that this is anything but a joke. “Wait,” he speaks up, sitting forward again. “Are you serious?”
“Jared, listen, we obviously didn’t plan for this to happen, but–”
“Y/N,” Jared interrupts Jensen, looking straight at you.
“Jensen’s right, Dad,” you tell him, choking on tears. “We didn’t plan it, but it happened.”
Clarissa remains quiet, just looking between the two of you, and then Jared laughs humorlessly once again.
“You don’t love each other, this is just some rebound from Drew, right?” he asks, desperately. You shake your head, disagreeing with him, wanting to tell him that Drew was the real rebound, but you can’t find the words. “You haven’t been broken up from Drew long enough to know that you’re in love with someone new,” Jared argues next.
“We broke up because I’m in love with Jensen.” Jared’s mouth falls open but words don’t come out, and his jaw clenches a little harder. “We tried to ignore it, but we couldn’t.”
“Jared, please. We’re both happy with each other, and we know this is hard to take in right now, but we’re hoping one day you’ll be happy for us too,” Jensen explains softly.
Jared laughs harder, shaking his head. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re fucking my daughter and you want me to be happy for you? I don’t… I don’t even know what to say. Jensen, I never thought you could put stupid thoughts into her head like this, I trusted you with her, man. And Y/N… I would’ve expected this from you in high school, but now? You don’t love him, sweetheart, okay? You haven’t been together long enough to love him. Plus, is everyone just forgetting he’s your fucking uncle?”
“I have never legally been her uncle since we started this,” Jensen argues.
“Since you started this? What the fuck does that mean?” Jared grunts.
“I’ve been in love with him since I started going to his school,” you confess, needing your father to take you seriously. “When we broke up so I could go to college, I was heartbroken, and I met Drew and thought I could move on, but I couldn’t, and being with Jensen again only proved that. I love him and I’m sorry that that hurts you, but I can’t help how I feel.”
“Is she fucking joking?” Jared asks Jensen, glaring at him. “You mean when you told me to trust you and send my daughter to your fucking school you were grooming her?”
“Jared,” Clarissa speaks up, reaching across to grab his arm. Jared snatches his arm back, clearly not interested in whatever his new wife has to say.
“Jared, you know me, you know I’d never do something like that…” Jensen defends.
“Do I? I never thought you’d fuck my daughter but here we are.” Jared’s voice is getting louder and louder, enough that nearby tables are stopping their conversations to listen to yours instead, and you just want the ground to swallow you up.
“Listen, I know it’s not what you want, but you know what? You marrying my ex wife wasn’t what I wanted either,” Jensen explains.
“Oh so this is some kind of revenge?” Jared lashes out. “I fuck your wife so you fuck my daughter?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” Jensen argues back. “My point is that while I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, I accepted it because you’re happy and she’s happy, and so I’m happy for you. Me and Y/N are just asking for the same.”
“Don’t you dare compare me and Clarissa to you and my daughter,” Jared growls, pointing at Jensen. “She’s a kid, my kid.”
“She’s an adult capable of making her own decisions, and she always has been for as long as I’ve been with her,” Jensen insists.
Jared scoffs and shakes his head, standing up. The sight of him about to leave only hurts you even more, but you can’t find any words that might make him stay. You could tell him that you’d never see Jensen again, but the idea of that somehow hurts more.
“I can’t even fucking look at you,” Jared spits out. As he starts to walk away, Jensen stands up, holding his hand out to stop Jared in his tracks.
“Jar, c’mon don’t leave it like this,” Jensen pleads.
But instead of a reply, your father punches Jensen in the mouth, sending him stumbling backwards. You instantly stand up, your instincts are to approach Jensen and check he’s okay, but you feel Clarissa reach out and grab your arm softly.
“Don’t ever speak to me again…” Jared warns Jensen, and then he looks at you. “You deserve better.”
Clarissa squeezes your arm gently before she lets go and follows Jared out of the restaurant, and once they’re gone you approach Jensen, checking he’s okay. His nose is bloody, but it’s nothing too serious. You grab a napkin and hold it to his nose, feeling your hands shaking with adrenaline and nerves.
“You should follow him,” Jensen argues, groaning slightly in pain.
“I’m not leaving you,” you insist, pressing the napkin there harder.
“Maybe you should. I don’t want to get in the way of you two,” Jensen sighs.
“You promised me that this would work out eventually,” you remind him, pulling the napkin away to see the bleeding has stopped. “And I believe you,” you tell him, reaching up to press your hand to the side of his face. “So I’m not leaving you, Jensen. I choose you.” Jensen smiles slightly, and then you kiss him, feeling the way the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, and you know you’re happy with your decision.
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