Warnings: Cancer? She has a panic attack in this one.
Summary: When you discover you have cancer you are determined to keep the secret from your husband, pulling your best friend into the mix of deception.
A/N: This one kinda hurt me, but I had so much fun writing squishy Jensen. Thank you guys so much for reading! Im having so much fun looking at your feedback! Love you guys!!!
FEEDBACK IS MY SUSTENANCE!!!!
You’d lost track of time, curled up in front of your kitchen sink as you tried to remember how to breathe.
Worries clouded your mind. Would Jensen hate you for not telling you about this right away? Surely he wouldn’t but… one could never be certain.
The thought of telling him made you sick, but the scariest thing was the idea of leaving him. Of slowly dying in a hospital bed while he went out and played Dean and entertained his fans. The idea of having to see him on a television screen as you took your last breaths, or speak to him through video chat or just a phone call while you faded away.
You had completely zoned out, nothing was going on other than your own personal horror show inside your mind. You were miserable over it, but to be honest… what could you do? Dying wasn’t an option in this scenario, it was just something that was bound to happen.
It felt like all at once you returned to the real world, an annoying beeping coming from one of the appliances as Jensen sat in front of you, clad in a gray t shirt and a pair of dark gray sweatpants. He had your face cupped gently in his hands as his thumbs wiped away your tears.
“Y/N, honey, Y/N come back to me baby.” You heard his voice, echoing at first before you fully registered his presence.
Once he saw you meet his eyes he let out a sigh of relief, “Y/N,” He breathed, sitting back, his chest was heaving like he’d just run for his life, and you knew why.
He’d been terrified for you, this wasn’t the first time you’d done something like this. You had a history with depression and anxiety, sometimes, when you didn’t know how to handle things, you shut down, right exactly wherever you were. The last time this had happened, you somehow forgot to breathe. You’d ended up passing out.
That had been a long and horrible day, but that was also more than a year ago, hell that was a couple years ago, before you and Jensen were even married.
Jensen pulled you close into his embrace and held you against his chest, gently rocking you as his hand soothingly rubbed your back. You accepted his comfort, your fingers gripped him, digging into the fabric of his shirt.
Jensen held you, keeping you in his embrace as you calmed down. He finally pulled away and looked down at you, cupping your face in his hands.
“Hey, what’s going on?” He asked, “You haven’t been that bad lately… Y/N I told you-”
You cut him off.
“It’s okay,” You assured him, “I’m just on my period, hormones and such.” You explained, for the first time ever you were actually sort of grateful for the monthly visit from your least favorite crimson wearing aunt.
Jensen seemed to accept that, sighing simply and sitting back.
“Damn period,” He muttered, standing up, gently pulling you with him.
Jensen lifted you into his arms, holding you around the waist so your feet were off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist and happily cuddled into his arms as he moved, when you felt him stop you noticed he was in the bathroom.
Your husband set you down and walked to the tub, turning on the faucett and checking the water before plugging the drain.
“You need to relax,” He stated, walking back over to you and taking your face in his hands again, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll go make you another cup of coffee, get in and soak, I’ll be right back.”
With that, Jensen kissed your lips softly and walked away from you.
God you were the luckiest woman in the world. This man was your freaking prince, he was everything, he was stupidly sweet and annoyingly considerate and took wonderful care of you. In return you cooked. You made his damn food. Well aren’t you useful.
Your heart was betraying you, you wanted to fall down and cry again, but you knew you couldn’t, you had other things to do. You knew Jensen was right, relaxing, a nice bath, that would probably help.
The water was filling the bathtub, so you shut it off and undressed, slipping into the heated water, groaning softly on how amazing it felt against your cold skin, against your tired body.
Jensen was a piece of heaven. Your very own angel.
Summary: When you discover you have cancer you are determined to keep the secret from your husband, pulling your best friend into the mix of deception.
A/N: Okie dokie, part 6. These are coming along quite well I think. Sorry I was out for a couple days. I ended up a little busy on Sunday and mentally incapable of doing much of anything, but Im three drabbles ahead now. I hope you all enjoy this. Love ya’ll.
After soaking in the bathtub for a little while you and Jensen climbed out, you dressed in one of his large t shirts and a pair of sweatpants, Jensen pulled on sweatpants and socks, leaving himself shirtless for a little while.
“I don’t know how you can go around without a shirt, it’s freezing in here.” You muttered as you wrapped yourself up in one of his sweatshirts as well.
“It’s a mix of you being so cold so I have to turn up the heat, and you stealing all my clothes.” Your husband smirked, kissing your head softly.
You rolled your eyes, “I told you if you want it back I’ll give it to you.”
Jensen shrugged,
“You look cute wearing my clothes anyway.” He responded with a smile. “Want some more coffee?” He asked, taking your empty mug from you as you walked down the stairs together, making your way to the kitchen.
“No thanks, I’m gonna have some leftover pizza and chill with a cola. Anything you wanna watch?” You asked him.
Jay shook his head, running his fingers through his hair and scratching the back of his head.
“Nope, watch what you want, I’ll probably get some stuff done on my laptop.”
You nodded as you opened the fridge and grabbed what was left of the pizza from last night, grabbing the little garlic cup you happily grabbed a coke and made your way into the living room.
There was only two pieces of pizza left, you set the plastic baggie down as you plopped on the couch and popped open your soda, taking a sip and leaning back.
The smell and warmth of Jensen’s clothes were a comfort to you, even with him home you liked wearing his clothes. He couldn’t be beside you all the time, and you knew that. You recognized that you acted sort of like a child around your loving husband, but you couldn’t help yourself sometimes. You were comfortable doing so with him, you loved him, and he loved you.
Jensen didn’t judge you when you craved attention, required his touch, he just gave it to you, without hesitation. That was everything to you.
You turned on the television and turned to something random, you ended up watching The Walking Dead and sighed, opening the baggie and pulling out a slice of pizza, eagerly taking a bite out of the cold pie.
“Y/N don’t go inhaling that pizza again!” You heard Jensen’s voice from the other room. You smirked slightly,
“Why not!?” You asked,
“You already choked last night you little pizza psycho!”
“But the sooner it’s gone the sooner I can see the pizza man again!” You joked, a wicked smirk across your face.
The joke that’s been in place since you met Jensen, you and Jay had a tradition of eating pizza on the weekends, it was just easier. Jensen used to go pick it up and so eventually you nicknamed him the pizza man, and since that scene in season six of his show it was just a funny thing that stuck.
“Get your mind out of the gutter.” Jensen said, amusement in his voice as he walked into the living room, his laptop under his arm as he sat beside you, snitching a sip of your drink.
“Oh look, it’s dad.” He joked, pointing at the television as it showed a shot of Negan.
You rolled your eyes.
You loved Jensen, but sometimes, he really did drive you crazy.
Summary: When you discover you have cancer you are determined to keep the secret from your husband, pulling your best friend into the mix of deception.
A/N: Weee!! Okay, drabble 8. Let’s see…
FEEDBACK IS MY SUSTENANCE!!!!
After a couple hours of television and you screaming about how badly you wanted to kill Negan you and Jensen got dressed and ready to go out.
Jensen wanted to take you out for lunch, and you needed groceries as well anyway.
You pulled on a maroon colored butterfly dress, zipping up your boots and tugging on a hoodie.
“y/n, its cold. For god sakes put on a damn coat.” Jensen said to you.
“Why would i wear a coat for Chuck?” you demanded, unable to keep the smirk off your face as you grabbed your purse.
“I’ll be fine Jay, I’m warm blooded.”
Jensen wrapped his jean jacket around your shoulders.
“So am I, it means nothing.” he stated, “Stop being stubborn.”
“That’s like asking me not to breathe.” you said to the Ackles,
“Apparently.” your husband rolled his eyes as he grabbed the keys, “I’m gonna start the car and get it warmed up.” he said to you, “Wait here.”
You sighed, rolling your eyes but doing as he asked. You watched him through the window, seeing as he slowly but surely made it to the car, being careful of the snow and ice that covered your walk.
You bit your lip as you watched him climb into the car, hearing the engine come to life as he then hopped out and quickly but carefully made his way back to the house.
You stepped back as he opened the door, walking in and closing the door behind him. His arms wrapped around himself as he shivered.
“Cold?” you asked,
“shut up.” he muttered, “go put some pants on.” he requested.
You rolled your eyes, slipping out of your boots.
“I’ll put on leggings.” you stated simply, heading up the stairs.
You got to your room and pulled on a simple pair of black leggings before heading back down the stairs and to the door where Jensen was waiting.
“Ready?” he asked, zipping up his coat.
You nodded, slipping back into your boots.
As you slid your boots on Jensen buttoned up the jean jacket you wore over your hoodie.
“dammit Jensen I’m not a four year old.” you informed him,
“Well you act like one.” he said, doing up the last button “If i don’t do it i know you sure as hell won’t. Can’t have you getting sick.”
He straightened up and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Let’s go, and be careful, it’s slippery out.”
You nodded and took Jensen’s hand, walking out the door with him and closing it behind you.
You pulled your hood up over your head, adjusting your hold on Jensen so that you were gripping his arm, walking slowly.
With Jensen holding onto you and the both of you going slowly you finally made it to the car. Jensen walked around so you could get in first, opening the door and helping you in before shutting the door.
You watched as he walked back around and climbed into the driver’s seat, rubbing his hands together and holding them in front of the vents.
“Ready to go home yet?” you asked jokingly, earning an eye roll from your husband.
