Last Day on Set
We had the whole thing planned. When Y/N stepped into the make-up trailer for the last time, Jared and I had a sign for her. We wanted to congratulate her on her record deal, but we hated to see her leave Supernatural. She had spent just one season with us, but it had been a pretty incredible season.
If I was honest, though, I hadn’t liked her all that much to begin with. She was so damn happy. All the fucking time. She was seriously the female version of Jared, at least on the surface, but as I got to know her, I couldn’t help but fall head over heels for her. Now she had me wrapped around her little finger, and she fucking knew it.
Of course, working with her, I was afraid to ever open that door, that door that might end up being really damn wonderful, so I was content with getting to know her. I spent pretty much every waking hour with her, listening to the twenty different versions of her laugh, depending on how funny she thought something was or watching her eyes light up when she was surprised.
Jared and I had planned to spend the day surprising her, starting in the make-up trailer with this stupid sign. I scrambled to stand to Jared’s right, not really paying attention to what was on my piece of paper. I wanted this to go perfectly. I was pretty damn nervous, but I had no idea why. At the end of the day, I really hated to see Y/N go.
The door swung open, and she stepped into the trailer and burst into laughter. It filled the trailer as she bent over, tears practically spilling over her eyes. “Awe, guys, are you starting my first fan club?!” she asked, excitement spreading across her face.
I looked down at the two pieces of paper in my hand then at Jared’s. “Fuck,” I mumbled.
Jared looked at me. “Dude,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes, grabbing my shoulders and moving me to his other side. We looked back at her, and she had her hand over mouth, trying to hold back the giggle that was bubbling at the surface. Finally, her head fell back and she died laughing.
“I’m sorry,” she laughed. “You guys are great,” she smiled, wiping the tears from her eyes as she rushed to pull the two of us into her embrace. She kissed Jared’s cheek then punched me in the shoulder. “I swear I’m gonna miss the hell out of you two,” she laughed. “Now get out of here, I gotta get ready,” she smiled, heading for a seat in front of the mirror.
I looked at her, a confession hanging on my tongue, but I couldn’t. “See you on set, Y/N,” I said, stepping out of the trailer with Jared as Jared’s large hand clapped me on the back knowingly.
The boys stepped out of the trailer, and I stared into the mirror, the laughing tears threatening to become real ones. “Zab, can I have a minute before you work your magic?” I asked Zabrina. She gave me a knowing look and headed for the door.
She had barely let the door close before I burst into tears. I couldn’t believe this was my last day on set. I couldn’t believe this was my last day with my boys. My last day on set with Jared. My last day on set with Jensen.
I had clicked immediately with Jared since I was so much like him, but immediately been attracted to Jensen. Once he warmed up to me, there was an electricity between us, but he never acted on it. I thought surely he would, but here we were, my last day on set and nothing. I was heading off on tour. This was it. It really wasn’t going to happy.
I hated myself for loving that stupid idiot. I chuckled to myself as I wiped away the tears and looked into the mirror. Everyone has to get a good look at themselves after a good cry. There, standing right behind me, was Jensen.
“Jensen?” I mumbled, wiping the tears away more hastily before turning to face him. “How long have you been standing there?” I asked.
“Since Zabrina stepped out,” he confessed, an apologetic look on his face. He stepped up and placed a hand on my face, wiping a stray tear away.
“Dammit, I swore I wasn’t gonna do this,” I laughed, briefly leaning into his touch before stepping away from him.
He grabbed my wrist, stopping my escape, and pulled me back to him, his hand running up my arm, his eyes locking with mine. “Do what?” he asked. “Cry about leaving?” He licked his bottom lip and watched my face carefully.
“Cry about you,” I admitted, my gaze falling to the floor unable to look at him. Then the unthinkable happened. He pulled my lips to his and kissed me tenderly, at first. I didn’t hesitate to let my hands reach for his short, dirty blonde hair, holding him to me, pushing my body into his as his arm snaked around my back and held me to him.
We pulled away breathless. “I should’ve done that a long damn time ago,” he managed, his chest heaving.
“Better not be the last time, Ackles,” I responded, my hand resting on his chest. I could feel his heart racing against my hand.
“As long as you’ll have me, I’d go to the ends of the earth to make this work Y/N,” he confessed, kissing me again. I got lost in this kiss, my mind filling with the scent of Jensen. It made me dizzy, lightheaded, and giddy all at the same time.
Jensen Ackles really did feel the same way about me. This really could change everything.