A/N: These pictures of Jensen flashing his boxers to Misha have taken over my life. I’ve never written Jensen before so why not start with Drunk Jensen.
Thanks to MastaBeta @wheresthekillswitch for looking it over on short notice.
Obviously this is a work a fiction, no disrespect to Danneel.
These pictures are not mine, credit goes to their owners.
You woke with a pounding in your head. Lifting your head from your pillow you
cracked one eye open. Sunlight slanted
through the curtains of the hotel window.
It was definitely late morning.
You looked to the other side of the bed, empty. Jensen must be up and at the con by now, you
think to yourself. You knew it was a bad
idea trying to keep up with everyone last night, but you were having so much
fun. You roll over, snuggling back under
the covers hoping that a little more sleep will chase away the raging hangover.
You sleep most of the day before waking again and feeling
more like yourself. You get up and
shower. You’re sitting in your robe, finishing
your food when you hear the door beep and in walks Jensen. You can tell by his eyes and the way he’s walking
toward you that he’s had a lot “apple juice” and you can’t help smiling.