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“If I were upset, I would’ve told you before now. I’m okay. Really. FBBC got some attention, and the new followers I got on the FBBC Instagram page isn’t that bad either. Good can come out of it.”
“You sure?” you smile cautiously, hoping not to find any trepidation on his face.
“So sure. Now let’s get you a hot bath. I’ll go get us some food and afterwards, it’s five. Maybe six hours of consecutive sleep. Okay?”
You lean fully in to the kiss, content to forget about the rest of the world for a little while.
“Well, why are you leaving me and going to ACL?” Jessie whines from the other end.
“Because I do it every year?” you ask with hesitation.
“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) Padalecki, I wanna go too.”
“What about the twins?” you laugh.
She lets out a sigh and groans. “Fine. Go have fun with out me.”
“Sure mom, I’m betting you’re having a blast over there. Besides, you’re more hands on the with the confection shop. I’d like to be there more, but...”
“You can’t. I know. Okay, take loads of drunken pictures, have fun. Are you going alone?”
“Do you not know me?” you scoff. You take a shirt Gen had handed you and hold it up to you, looking to your full-length mirror. You nod and have her lay it out on your bed.
“So Jared and Genevieve are going, what about Jensen?” she asks.
“He’s a little more unsure, but he’s letting that go and he’s coming with me, because I may or may not have begged, sic’d my nephews on him and then my little brother.” She laughs with you. “Thomas and Shep won him over.”
“Well, have fun. I have to go. Babies are screaming. Again.”
The line went dead, so you knew that she had hung up to urgently tend George and Lizzie. You turn to Gen in time to see her coming out with her chosen outfit.
“I like it.” You smile as she shows you her new hat that would pair with her yellow shirt.
“And you are going in shorts and a rocker shirt again? As usual?” she asked skeptically.
“Yes, as well as one of Jensen’s button ups.” You smile as she rolls her eyes. “I’m changing up my game.”
And there was some truth in that. In the last three weeks since Comic Con, you had settled back to your ranch for a well-needed break. You didn’t need to be back in the UK for almost a year, and it wouldn’t be almost two months until you had to go back to Vancouver. There, you saw Jensen every day, taking the trails and paths by four-wheeler or horse that stood between you and the five–mile trek to Family Business Beer Co.
After dropping the bomb about the brewery at Comic Con, you felt almost obligated to help out with the extreme amount of new patrons he had started getting. That, and it was an excuse – however annoying his ex-in-laws and ex were – to see him more.
More than you could count on one finger, he had decided to go to your ranch and crash at your place, then go home every night.
Not that you were complaining.
By the time you and Jensen pulled up behind Jared and Genevieve, lines were long, music was playing and people were already going in drunk or coming out even more inebriated. Jensen got out of the driver’s side and made his way to yours, opening the door for you.
“That’s a big line. Are we going to go to listen to music or stand in lines?” he laughed with a smirk.
“Oh, you’ll see.” You smile, taking his hand as you jump out of the truck and adjust your shorts.
He takes your hand, and as soon as Jared and Gen are ready, you follow behind them towards the lines. Instead of standing behind the mass of people, you veer left towards a different line.
“So, we’re skipping the line? Celeb-dom has perks?” Jensen asks as you give his hand a squeeze.
Jared laughs and pulls out his wallet as he approaches the ticket vendor. He hands the attendant his license, “no, ACL Platinum has its perks.”
The day was incredible for you. From Mumford and Sons to several amazing local talents, you were able to unwind.
There weren’t many fans that stopped you, and those that did, did it when you were drunk, so you probably would’ve forgotten by the end of the night. Jensen was even somewhat of a celebrity; people asked for photos of the guy that owned the brewery. You felt you could let inhibitions fly, and the entire night you and Jensen were joined at the hip.
“Okay, you two stay there. Don’t do anything stupid.” You point to Jensen and Jared who were listening to Kaleo’s concert.
“Stupid?” Jared laughs, “now why would we do something stupid?”
“Because she must know us,” Jensen laughs, taking a sip of his Coors light.
“It’s true. I do know my husband and we’re getting to know you better. Do you want more? More drinks?” Gen asked looking between Jensen and her husband.
They wave you off and Gen took your hand as you walked towards a few different vendors.
“Well little sis, you look happy,” you smile and put your arm around Gen’s dainty waist as you find the end of a line for food. The moment you said you were craving something salty, Gen had quickly agreed.
“I am,” she nods and puts her head on your shoulder. Height ran in the family, you were almost 5’10”, compared to her tiny 5’4” frame.
“What’s going on in your cute little head Gen-Gen?” you ask.
“I think Jared and I are going to start trying for another one. I want one closer to Odette’s age. So she isn’t alone.”
“Wait, so you think you’ll have another baby?” you whisper looking to her. She nods earnestly and gives you a big smile.
“Hey, I can’t wait. If you do or if you don’t. This is so awesome.” You smile hugging her once more.
“What about you and Jensen?” she asks. “How’s it going with you two?”
“Good. One day at a time. I don’t know what will happen to us when I have to go to Vancouver and will be gone for almost nine months. A weekend here and there is hard, even for us so I can’t imagine how he’d feel.” You shrug his shoulders.
“Do you like him?” she asks stepping forward. Letting go of you, she pulls out her cash and ID, and quickly orders a plate of nachos and a beer. Letting you order your food, she waits patiently until you’ve sat down near the vendor. “So, do you like him?”
“Of course I do. I feel normal around him. Not like I’m expected in ten different places at once and that everyone wants something from me.”
“But?” Gen cautions, waiting for your answer.
“But, I can’t help to think that if something goes wrong, I’ll end up with a broken heart. You know what happened.”
“Of course, and Jake was an asshole, but I don’t think Jensen is that way babe. I’ve also never seen you so happy. So I’d look at it that first babe.” She pauses and sighs. “Seriously, do they ever stop?”
Your head darts around the food court area until you see what Gen is seeing. Someone pointing a camera at you. He was clearly a paparazzi, and didn’t care about asking first.
You let out a groan, and scan the crowds, hoping to see your brother’s tall frame.
“Where the hell is Jared?” you ask standing up. “I can’t see him.”
“Knowing him, he’s wandered off. Shit, I wonder if we can get security to kick him out?”
“You can’t kick me out sweetheart,” the photog steps up and snaps a photo of you glaring at him. You look down to see an Ok! Magazine badge around his neck. “Perfect photo. Resting bitch face.”
“Please, leave me alone. I’m trying to have a good night with my friends and family.” You reply standing.
“Come on. Mother of Dragons, let me get a photo of ya. That’s all I want.”
“I’ll call Jared while I go get the food.” Gen stands quickly and backs away. You wanted to scream for her to come back, but by the time you tried, she was out of earshot.
You turned back to face the man, a sick smile spreading across his face.
“Ten photos, and I’ll leave you alone.” He replies.
“You already got more than that, I’m sure. Just go away or I’ll. I’ll. I’ll scream.”
“I know you. You’re the type of celebrity who doesn’t like to cause a scene. So I’ll take that resting bitch face photo and spread it all over the internet to show people who you really are.”
“Or?” you ask folding your arms. He let’s the flash go off in front of your face and takes a few more photos.
“Or, I take only ten photos, and I’ll leave you alone."
“N – ”
“Sweetheart, I was wondering where you were,” Jensen puts his hands on your shoulders, making you jump.
“Oh thank god you’re here, I.” you shudder and turn in to his grasp, putting your head on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
“I just want a photo with Ms. Padalecki. I’m her biggest fan.”
You shake your head and glare at the creep. “He’s a liar; he’s from a magazine. I didn’t give permission for him to take my photos. Gen didn’t give him permission either.”
“Come on,” he points the photo in Jensen’s face and snaps a photo. “Life in the fast lane, what’s it like Ackles?”
“Leave us alone, we’re trying to have a good time.” He replies holding his hand out.
“Photos or I print what I have of her being a bitch. That’s all I ask. You and her.”
“If you print any photos of her or me, my lawyer will have your job.” Jensen rubs slow circles in to your back. The creep pushes forward, shoving the lens in Jensen’s face.
“I just want to go home now Jensen,” you mutter.
“Come on quarterback, one more photo. I need these photos.”
“Yeah, we’re going babe.” He kisses your forehead, and hears the shudder snap once. Jensen pushes the camera away and brandishes a finger at him. “Listen. I said no. Point that camera at us one more time buddy, and you’ll see how well I can throw a spiral.”