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Dean Winchester’s “the fuck did he just say to me?” face.

With All My Heart - Part 6

Word Count: 2636

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Illness. There it is. 

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. Tags for this series are closed. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

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When your eyes finally fluttered open again, the afternoon sun was peeking in your hotel room window and shining on your face. You rolled from your stomach to your side, lifting yourself up on one elbow and running your hand over your face and through your hair. You felt much better than you had earlier, more like yourself. When you moved to get out of the bed your hand landed on a sheet of folded paper with your name scrawled on the front in Jensen’s handwriting.

I had to run down and get ready for the con. Breakfast will probably be cold by the time you get it, but it’s in the tray on the desk in the living room. Text me when you’re awake, please? If you feel up to it, we’d love to have you down here.

 

- J

 

You decided to surprise him instead of texting him and quickly showered, ate your breakfast, and got dressed. You ran down to the convention and walked into the open green room door. Rob saw you first and waved, but you put your finger to your lips to shush him as you walked up behind Jensen, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back.

“Misha?” He teased and you kneed him in the back of his thigh. He spun in your arms, wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Feelin’ ok? I was worried.”

“Just massive jetlag I think.” You shrugged. “I feel normal now.”

“Ok. Are you gonna watch this panel? I’m gonna warn you…Daniela gives us apple juice and things get…weird.” You sniffed the glass he was holding and scrunched your nose.


“That ain’t apple juice.” You took the glass and downed a large gulp. “But it’s good.”

“Jensen?” Adam Fergus said from across the room. You both turned to look at him, his own glass held firmly in his hand. “Keep her.”

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