A/N: Thank the lord @dancingalone21 was kind enough to give me an extension on her challenge because it’s been absolutely insane in my office the last couple of weeks. At first, this piece gave me a really hard time, but when I finally figured out where I wanted it to go, I fell in love with it and with the city I’d spent so much time learning about. I hope you all love it. This one is for you, Lau. Enjoy :)
PS: For the sake of this fic, just pretend Danneel doesn’t exist. No disrespect or hate intended in any way, shape, form or fashion.
Pairing: Jensen X Reader
Word Count: 4300
Warnings: RPF, cursing, fluff, mentions of smoking weed, of smut, and of prostitution (It’s Amsterdam, so it’s got to be a little wild)
Summary: Just when the reader thinks she has Jensen all figured out, he comes up with a surprising way to prove there are still a few things she doesn’t know about him…one of which is a secret that could change her life forever.
Jensen pulled the folded pieces of paper from the pocket of his jeans and placed them on the table between them, smiling widely when she lifted one eyebrow and then narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure out what the hell he was up to now. She reached one hand across the table, eyeing him suspiciously as she did so, and cautiously picked up the papers, turning them slowly as she studied the outside of them.
Jensen shook his head and rolled his eyes jokingly before jerking his chin towards the papers. “Just open the damn thing, Y/N. It’s not going to bite.”
“What is it?”
“If I tell you, that takes all the fun out of it. Now, if you’d quit eyeballing me like that and just do what I told you to do, you’d find out.”
“You’re a pain in my ass - you know that, right?” She huffed playfully and crossed her arms, purposely avoiding his gaze.