Hot Texas Cop (Part 2)
Summary: Sheriff Ackles isn’t a big fan of being recognized in public...
Part 1
Pairing: Sheriff!Jensen x reader
Word Count: 1,800ish
Warnings: language, implied future smut, wee bit of angst
“Hi,” said your waitress at the bar, a bit too flirty for your taste. Jensen was polite though and ordered you both another pair of beers, the waitress all but ignoring the fact you were a foot away from your husband. “Are you...are you that guy from the commercial? The Hot Texas Cop?”
“No, sorry. I get that a lot though,” said Jensen, Jared and Gen walking inside, Jared slapping Jensen on the back.
“Sheriff Ackles, got off early tonight, huh? Although you do have a habit of getting off...” trailed off Jared when he saw the waitress there. “Hi. Can we get two more of what they’re having?”
“Sure thing,” she said, flashing Jensen a wink that made him groan.
“Thanks Jare,” mumbled Jensen, resting his chin in his hand, closing his eyes.
“Come on. It’s just your fifteen minutes of fame,” said Jared. Jensen grumbled, the waitress back with the two beers, giving you a fake smile as she left. “So, we still on for this weekend?”
“You boys can go run around in the woods while we have a girls night? Duh,” said Gen.
“When are we ever going to find out what happens at girls night?” asked Jensen with a smirk.
“Nope,” said Gen.
“I’d die before I told,” you said, snickering when Gen gave you a smile.
“I got ways of making uncooperative assets talk,” he said, lifting his chin.
“Oh really? Want to bet on it?” you said, sipping on your beer, staring him down.
“Might have to do a little private interrogation tonight,” he said, flashing you a wink.
“In your dreams, Ackles,” you said, Jensen chuckling but giving you a smirk regardless.
You only had the one drink, knowing Jensen was having a rough week with the whole new nickname thing. He really didn’t like attention like that. He knew he had a pretty face. Sometimes people just saw that and not the real him. A sweet, quiet, sometimes dirty, Texas boy that just wanted to put a little good out into the world.
You reached your hand under the table and found his, giving it a squeeze, his shoulders relaxing as he listened to Jared go on about something.
Then your friends were getting up, Gen pushing Jared out the door, saying she’d swing by your place at six the next night.
“Jens?” you asked as he threw down some money on the table, giving you another smile. You moved your hand away from his, resting it on his thigh, sliding it up innocently enough, stopping before you got anywhere too bad. “I think when we get home...maybe you see how cooperative you can get me to be.”
“My good girl wants to be bad tonight?” he murmured, raising an eyebrow. “How bad’s she been?”
“Very bad,” you said, leaning in close. “I mean, the whole state thinks your the Hot Texas Cop but I’m the only one he takes home and makes his, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are,” he breathed out, giving you a slightly buzzed kiss, a bit more open affection than you got from him in public but he didn’t seem to care. “Gonna take you home and show you what you get for calling me that again.”
“Do your worst,” you said, grabbing his hand and sliding off the stool.
“Oh, I will,” he said, fishing his keys in his pocket, handing them to you, a moment of softness on his face. “All set?”
“Mhm,” you said, tugging him after you, a long and low whistle coming from a crowded table. You rolled your eyes, Jensen huffing but he wouldn’t go picking a fight, he knew better.
“Ain’t that the pretty boy from the TV?” said one, Jensen stopping dead in his tracks. He turned to look at them, a few of them nodding.
“Yeah, it’s the cop,” said another. You saw three of them get up, followed by two more. Jensen started to walk with you again, another whistle leaving the group. “Hey, I was talking to you officer. I got a compliant I want to make.”
“I’m off shift. Call your local precinct for any complaints,” said Jensen, putting on his sheriff voice. A few more chairs scarped against the floor, a few more guys up now, some of them blocking the way towards the exit.
“No, see. I got this compliant about all these cops that go around shootin’ off their guns like it’s nobody’s business. See, I got a fine, a big ass fine, for shooting my gun off in my backyard. I wasn’t bothering nobody,” he said.
“Sir, you cannot discharge a weapon within-”
“Within so many feet, yeah yeah. But see, you don’t have those rules, do you? I bet you’re packing right now,” he said. Jensen didn’t say anything, simply moved his hand to your wrist, almost painfully hard. Whatever was about to happen, he wasn’t letting you go.
He took a step forward, pausing when his path was still blocked.
“I’m a sheriff and there are civilians here,” said Jensen. “Whatever you want to do, I suggest you don’t.”
“Oh, cocky. You like that sweetheart?” said one of the men to you.
“Oh please. You’ve seen this guy. She’s totally the top,” he said. Jensen was gnawing on his bottom lip and yanked on your arm, shoving one of the guys aside before he was outside with you and across the parking lot.
“Jensen,” you said, grabbing at his hand. “Jay, you can let go.”
He didn’t say a word, just snatched the keys out of your hands, as sober as ever now, ripping open the passenger side of his truck and practically picking you up himself to get inside. You stared at him as he got in and drove home, Jensen’s face hard set.
You got out and followed him inside, washing up in the kitchen, Jensen grabbing your forearm when you finished.
“Jensen,” you said. He walked to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack, one already in the fabric bandage, wrapping it around your wrist and sticking the velcro down.
“Take that off in fifteen minutes,” he said quietly, dropping his hand away. He jogged up the stairs to the bedroom.
“Hey,” you said, chasing after him. He was already in the shower by the time you got up there. You flung open the bathroom door and ripped open the glass shower one, Jensen not in there. “Jay?”
You looked around and went back to your room, stepping in the closet but he wasn’t there either. He’d definitely gone upstairs, there was no way he could have gotten past you. You walked around to the other rooms and loft, nothing out of the ordinary. Back in the bedroom you spotted one of the curtains flowing lightly. You sighed and stepped over to the screened in small balcony, Jensen leaning against the railing, staring out at the dark yard.
“Jensen?” you asked.
“I shouldn’t have done that stupid commercial,” he said. “I just want this to be over with, go back to thugs in bars not harassing us.”
“You never gave the commercial guys an answer on doing more, right? Tell them no. You know what? A lot of actors come from Texas. Maybe you could pitch that idea to them,” you said. Jensen smirked, shaking his head.
“You already talked to Jared about this, didn’t you,” he said.
“He is an actor...and he’s used to a little attention,” you said. “Your best friend sort of noticed you’ve been off lately.”
“Sometimes it’s scary how good you can read me. Almost like you had police training,” he said, scratching the back of his head.
“Almost like I’ve known you since you were four, Ackles,” you said, Jensen blushing slightly.
“Shut up, Ackles,” he shot back.
“Oh, nice comeback,” you said, taking his hand. “Come on, it’s too chilly out. Inside before you catch a cold.”
“You just want to get me naked,” he said, lifting his chin, putting a sway in his hips.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” you said, locking up the door as he headed for the shower. “Jensen...why does the attention get to you? I know you’re a reserved person and I love that about you but I don’t understand it I guess.”
“If it was just a bit of extra attention on me, it’d probably stress me out a little but I’d be okay with it...you really don’t realize, do you?” he said softly.
“Realize what?” you asked.
“It makes doing my job a bit harder,” he said.
“Cops get attention all the time,” you said.
“Not that job, this one, right here,” he said. “Your husband.”
“What?”
“Take tonight for example. If that had escalated, I can think of a million horrible things that could have happened to you. The most important job I’ll ever have is keeping you safe,” he said. “Being a well known cop...bad mix in my opinion to do that job.”
“Well thank you. Even if you do always worry to much,” you said.
“I’ve been getting that since I was four,” he chuckled, eyes going to your wrist. “I’m sorry about earlier. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, wanted you close by.”
“I was going to give you more bruises than this later for much more fun reasons,” you said, giving him a wink.
“Only if you ice that wrist and it doesn’t hurt too much,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah. Now get that cute tush in the shower while I give Jared a call about replacing Hot Texas Cop.”
Two Weeks Later
It hadn’t taken long for Jensen to stop getting recognized, especially once Jared’s commercial aired. He was regular old sheriff Ackles again, happy to pull over speeder’s, train the new recruits and do his patrols. Still...that didn’t mean his nickname had to completely fade away.
“I brought home dinner,” said Jensen, plopping down a few bags on the kitchen counter, giving you a hug and kiss when you hopped up from the couch. “How was your-what the hell are you wearing?”
“My new shirt,” you said, walking past him wearing the shirt with HOT TEXAS COP written on the front of it. “You like it?”
“I’m gonna have to take that off you now you realize,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “You’ve forced my hand, really.”
“After dinner?” you asked, giving him your puppy dog eyes.
“After dinner, sweetheart,” he hummed, pulling out the containers. “Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“It’s a cute shirt. I like it,” he said.
“Love you too, Jens.”
