Screenshot Heard 'Round The World. Chapter 2.
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Characters: Same people as always. Y/N, Jensen Ackles, various spn cast members. Tara ( your bff). Other folks.
Warnings: I don't know. Fluff? Sex? Drugs? Who knows? Read and find out.
Disclaimer: works of fiction. Clearly not true in any way shape or form. No hate to anyone.
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With everything out on the table, both Jensen and I had no idea where to go from here. I'm in smalltown, midwest and he's in friggin Canada 90% of the year. So it was best that we played it by ear until one of had a solution. We agreed to not say anything to anyone, to just "be friends" until we were ready. Which was ridiculously hard for me considering the obvious. So everything has stayed the same, except the reason for my smile.
The days following our "virtual pizza date" as he called it, I could quite literally have been floating. Nothing was able to kill my mood. Jay and I quickly fell into a routine. Small, meaningful, good morning texts, silly snaps throughout the day, usually ending the day with late night video calls. Yes there were days when we weren't able to keep in touch as much, if at all. But that happens when two people have opposite schedules and live in different countries.
Not saying a word to Tara and Thomas proved to be the hardest part of it all. Especially when Tara and I would talk about SPN almost every single day. I want so much to share my happiness with my best friends! But I did make a promise and I will keep it forever if I have to. That is.... until i started receiving flowers at work. That started around the time I hadn't heard from Jensen for 3 days straight. He didn't even look at my stories or anything. Like he was a ghost.
The first delivery made me cry. I honestly thought they were from my parents. A huge arrangement of peonies, my favorite. The card read,
'I'm sorry. Work has been crazy lately. Hope you'll forgive me.
No one had ever sent me flowers before. After I called to thank him for his courtesy, we picked up where we left off; extensively flirting and being silly. Then not even a week later, bouquets started coming in every day. Each one including a small note. It lasted for two whole weeks. My apartment looked like a flower shop. He even went down my list of favorites until he got to my least desired of the florist world, roses. But this time it was different. The Rose's were delivered with a thick envelope. By now all of my coworkers were completely enthralled in who was the mystery J. All gathering around to see what came with the arrangement. The envelope ahead a small card attached that read,
Yeah that's not suspicious at all. Much to the annoyance of those around me, I kept his wishes and waited for privacy. At home. Where it would be safe from prying eyes.
By the time I had gotten home,the anticipation was killing me. I could not get to my front door fast enough. The weight of the vanilla envelope was more than curious. It was a tad on the hefty side. I empty its contents and notice another hand written note.
'To help you prepare for a weekend you'll never forget. Counting the days...
The immediate confusion was rapidly replaced by shock and excitement with a side of anxiety. Jensen had sent 3 different $500 gift cards to my favorite stores, 2 round trip, first class plane tickets to New Orleans, 2 all access passes to SPN con in 3 weeks and all the hotel information to go with it. All I could do is stare, barely breathing, and think about what all of this means. Jensen wants to meet me. He wants to see me in person. I'm going to be face to face with the man I've been drooling over for the last 6 years. In the one city I've always wanted to visit. At the one event that I have been dying to attend. What in the fuzzy blue hell is happening.....
"Hey yourself! So I got your little care package today."
"Aaaaaand?" His slight southern drawl makes this even cuter.
"Of course I'll come see you, but you really didn't have to spend that much money on me."
"Yes I did. You're worth every penny and more. Plus I want you to have the best time of your life." I could hear the smile in his voice. The picture in my head of how he must look in this moment is just too adorable for words.
"You're lucky you're so damn cute, Ackles."
"I'm a delight and you know it. I'm sorry sweetheart, but I gotta get back to set. I'll call you tonight."
Turns out, the extra tickets are for a single friend of my choosing that he wants to hook up with one of his friends. I snorted so hard when I laughed that my throat hurt. I think we all know who exactly I'm taking with me...
Tara and I have been shopping like it was our job; indulging in a little retail therapy, trying to mentally prepare for what lies ahead for both of us. This weekend is just as much for her as it is for me. Jensen's set up could just as easily be the best thing that ever happened to her. So I want this to be just as magical for her as it is for me. We both got new wardrobes, courtesy of Jensen, even though she doesn't know it yet. Man she's going to lose her shit when she finds out.
With three days left until we leave, we have been pampering ourselves to the max. New hair, nails done, waxing of various places, you know, just in case. So after our "treat yourself day", I'm making us dinner at my place, not thinking about it and left my phone on the coffee table.
"Hey your phone is ringing!" Tara calls from her place on my sofa.
"It's loverboy!" She responds in a sing song tone.
I drop my utensils and dash for my phone but it was too late. She answered.. Thank God it's not facetime. After wrestling my phone out, she releases her weirdly strong death grip when my finger tips dig into the ticklish spot on her ribs.
"You suck! You can't hide him forever! 3 days bitch!" My best friend retreats. Meanwhile I can hear Jensen laughing on the other end of the line.
"Hey! I had a few minutes between scenes. Figured I'd say hi." How is he this sweet? "Tara right?"
"Yeah. She's a mess I know." Clearly out of breath. Wow I'm out of shape.
"She sounds perfect for my friend." He laughs.
"I don't know if she's right to be my friend some days." I retort.
"Anyways. I wanted to check in with you. Make sure we're still on for this weekend."
"Uh duh! Like I'm gonna turn you down.... like ever..."
"I'll have to keep that in mind for future reference." We both laugh at the innuendo.
He then informs me that we will be leaving Wednesday night and arriving Thursday morning instead. Jensen says he wants more time together aside from the convention. This means we leave tomorrow night. Not a big deal..... but now it feels real. The look of horror mixed with excitement on Tara's face when I told her was absolutely priceless. She scurried home after dinner to start packing, and now I'm left alone with my thoughts. Knowing myself the way that I do, and how my brain works, I could not just sit around and dwell on it.
Oddly enough, my social anxiety and fear of flying outweighed the nervousness about the days that lie ahead. Luckily Tara is with me for a much needed distraction. With our flight taking off at 1:45 am, the 5 hour plane ride won't be nearly as crowded, which is nice. Finding the gate was hard enough, but the anticipation of take off just killed my body. By the time we were in the air and leveled out, I had almost bruised Tara's hand and my entire body ached and felt drained from the tension. Thankfully, sleeping will not be a problem...... that and the 2 benadryl I took at take off.
Knowing Jensen would probably be asleep when we boarded, I decided to wait on texting him until we landed. Which is right now.... I woke up, just before we touched down, by my idiot best friend bouncing up and down in her seat and smacking my arm repeatedly.
"Are you ready to meet Mr. Lover Man?"
"God no, but there's no turning back now." My stomach dropped to my asshole.
"Come on! I wanna see the room he booked for us! I need a shower anyways." She pulls me through the gate.
We walk through the Louisiana airport searching for the luggage pick up. Just as we grab our bags and begin towards the exit, my phone rings telling me I had gotten a text message.
'I sent someone to pick you up so you don't have to fight to get a cab.'
Not too far from the luggage carousel and the main entrance to the airport, I spot a rather large older man holding a sign with my name on it. I immediately recognized Jensen's bodyguard, Cliff. Anyone in the fandom knows who he is. That poses a potential problem in hiding Jay's identity until later. Thank the heavens Tara is too preoccupied with her phone to see thru his hat and sunglasses.
"Hi! I'm Y/N." I tried to be discreet.
"Do you have an i.d handy? Can't be too careful these days." Cliff answered to match my tone. I happily obliged.
Within seconds we were out of the airport and on the way to the hotel. I quickly took the front seat next to Cliff to avoid Tara figuring it out too soon. The ride was quiet and laid back, trying to keep it casual like if we took an Uber. Small talk here and there exchanged.
"Do you ladies want to stop anywhere before we get to the hotel? Anyone hungry?" Cliff has been more than hospitable. Both Tara and I all but cried for coffee.
"Sounds good! Any preference?"
He then drove us to the nearest Starbucks. Not only did he pay for all of our drinks, he also paid for the car behind us in the drive thru. I was slightly teasing him about being a big softie when he pulled in front of a gorgeous, way out of our price range, huge hotel. It had to have been at least 20 floors, but conveniently located near the convention and minutes away from the historic part of the city.
"I'm sure I'll see you two again sometime this weekend. I'll wait a little just in case something goes wrong with check in." The bodyguard offers a slight, sincere smile. No wonder he's stuck around the guys for so long. He's seriously the nicest guy.
Sadly I can't say the same for the girl working the front desk of the hotel. The weight of the situation started to hit me. My knee couldn't stop bouncing and I found myself fidgeting with my fingers. Tara noticed and tried to take control of the situation, but the desk clerk did not care.
"Hi! Yeah we have a reservation under Y/N Y/L/N" Tara spoke directly but softly.
"Okay.... which one of you is Y/N?" The clerk eyed us both with a small look of either disgust or contempt.
"She is, but she's really tired." Trying to camouflage my panic attack.
"That's nice and all but I have to talk to you." She deadpans to me. Then slides a clipboard for me to sign.
"Whatever lady. I've signed and verified everything you need me to. Give me the keys to our room and we will go away." I was already sick of her shitty attitude. That came out exactly how I wanted it to.
She smugly slid the key cards in an envelope then almost shoved it across the counter at me. Me being me, I had to make a scene.
"Have a great stay." You could hear the slime in her voice.
"Oh we will. But no thanks to you." Loud enough for the entire lobby to hear. Then I smack my hand down on the envelope and made sure it echoed. Then walked away towards the elevator. I am not in the mood today nor am I the one to give attitude to, even on a normal day.
'So the lady at the front desk is bitchy today.' Decided to text Jensen on the elevator while Tara screeched about the convention excitement in the hotel.
'Yes lol. About to get to the room. I guess I'll see you soon.'
And just like that all my worries, stresses and fears melted away and made room for excitement. No matter what happens for the next 3 days, this will be a weekend to remember for sure.
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