Jensen x Reader

Taking another tissue from the box beside you, you loudly blew your nose, tossing it into the trashcan beside you. Your eyes were red and puffy from all of the crying, and you knew your hair looked a fright. None of that mattered now. You had been dumped, and only days before Christmas.

Tyler had seemed perfect. Maybe too perfect it seemed like now that you looked back on your relationship with him. He had been handsome and sweet from the beginning. A doctor in Texas, you had met at one of the fancy gala's your best friend had forced you to attend. Things had seemed to spark instantly, and you had found yourself at fancy restaurant with him two nights later.

Things had been going so smooth that you had invited him to your families Christmas get together. Planning on flying home with him, introducing him to everyone, while trying to contain your hope that this would be the perfect moment for him to propose.

Instead, you had walked in on him at his office earlier this morning, planning on bringing him his favorite coffee before his big meeting. You hadn't expected to see one of the nurses on her knees in front of him, his hands gripping the back of her head as his naked hips moved forward. Glancing up as you walked in, he didn't even seem apologetic. "I guess this means we're through." He had announced as the nurse started to stand up.

Shaking his head at her, he kept her on her knees, before turning his steely gray gaze back your way. "Y/N, I'm sorry, you've been sweet, and kind, and that's the problem. I want more, need more than you can give. So, I think we need to go our own ways now." He had calmly told you, not even caring that he was caught with his trousers down.

"Screw you Tyler." You had yelled, turning on your heels and striding out of the office. Keeping your face calm, your tears at bay had been harder than you imagined, and by the time you made it back to your car, your mascara had run, the tears slipping down your cheek. Of course, this was the moment your best friend called you.

Knowing he would be relentless until you picked up, you took a deep breath, hoping that your heart break wouldn't announce itself over the line. "There's my favorite girl!" Jensen exclaimed on the other end of the line. But even his happy attitude couldn't fix yours.

"Hey Jay. Listen, can I call you back?" You tried, your voice cracking from your tears.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He asked, the happiness instantly turned to seriousness once he realizes that you're not in the best mood.

"I can't talk about it now. Please, I'll talk to you later." You whispered, hanging up on him, feeling even worse for doing so. But you couldn't do it. You couldn't talk to him. With that deep rumble of his, and the way he cared for you. You would have been bawling into the phone within seconds, and you didn't want him to know how pathetic your life truly was.

Instead, you shut off your phone, before heading straight back home. Luckily, you hadn't moved in with Tyler yet, so you didn't have to go back to a shared place. After locking yourself in, you changed into your comfiest clothes you could find. An old sweatshirt that had belonged to Jensen a long time ago, and a pair of fuzzy leggings. Throwing your hair into a messy bun, you had fallen onto the couch, finally letting the tears fall as they wanted.

That's where you still were, hours later. Your tears had finally dried up, your mouth full of cotton from your tears. Your entire body ached, and your house had turned cold. But you didn't care. Your heart was broken. Maybe not from getting so rudely dumped by Tyler. But because it made you realize you were all alone, and would probably always be so.

None of your boyfriends ever stuck around longer than a couple of months. That's why you thought Tyler had been so special. He had stayed, always there when you had needed him. Or that's what you had thought, but after seeing him today, it made you wonder how many nurses he had been with. How many people he had cheated with.

Feeling furious at being treated that way once again, you picked up the closest thing, a small glass, throwing it at the wall. Feeling better as it shattered into a million pieces, you hadn't even heard the sound of the garage door opening. "Y/N, what the hell?" Jensen's voice rang out as he came striding forward, staring in disbelief at the shattered glass on the floor.

Sitting up, your red, puffy eyes focused on him, seeing him standing there shocked in the hallway, a large bag in his hands. "What are you doing here?" You asked him. He had a key to your place, but you had figured he would be in Vancouver filming for another day at least.

"When I called I was in the airport. I was calling to see if you would pick me up. So of course, I came straight over. You sounded horrible on the phone, and I was worried." He explained, setting the bag down next to him as he perched on the edge of your coffee table. "What happened?"

"Tyler dumped me." You answered. "Well, after I walked in on him cheating with one of his nurses. Said I was too nice, too boring for him."

Just the thought of it brought tears to your eyes once again. Cursing under his breath, Jensen moved over to the couch with you, cuddling you in his arms. "That bastard. I should head up to his place, teach him a lesson. Never liked the man. Never trust a man that doesn't drink whiskey." Jensen grumbled.

"You never said anything." You whispered, cuddling tight to Jensen.

"That's because you seemed happy with him. I just wanted to see you happy." Jensen answered. "Y/N, you are the sweetest, kindest person I know, and that's not a terrible thing. You deserve to be happy."

"I'm not sure that's ever going to happen." You mumbled against his flannel shirt. "I just don't think I'm cut out for this relationship thing."

"Nonsense." He chastised. "Any man would be lucky to have you. And you will find that man. But for now, you're stuck with me, your best buddy."

His words seemed sour, his tone off, and you looked up to see his green eyes cloudy with an emotion that you couldn't name. "Jensen, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. You're the one who needs the comforting today." He brushed it off. "And I knew exactly what to do."

Reaching down, he picked up the bag, handing it to you. Inside was a couple of different items, but you focused on two first. Pulling them out, you squeezed them to you. "Fluffy blankets?" You squealed.

"Of course. You love your fluffy blankets, and they make any break up better." He insisted, as you wrapped one of the fluffy Christmas blankets around your chilled body. Reaching back in, you pulled out Jensen's favorite bottle of whiskey, along with a box of gourmet chocolate, and some new DVD's.

"Just you me, whiskey and movies tonight. Just like old times." Jensen exclaimed, taking the other blanket and tucking around your legs.

"Jensen, why can't I get a boyfriend who's as wonderful as you?" You thought, blushing furiously when you realized the words were spoken out loud.

His body froze for a moment, before he peered over his shoulder at you. "Because I never thought you'd feel that way for me. I always thought I would be the friend that picked up the pieces when another man broke your heart."

His words sent a tremor through you as they sank in. "Jay, does that mean what I think it does?"

Shaking his head, he sat back down, the DVD forgotten in his hands. "I didn't want to do this, not now when you've just been dumped. But Y/N, I've been in love with you for a long time. I just didn't want to ruin our friendship, so I kept my mouth shut. I would rather have you as my best friend than not have you at all."

Reaching up, you cupped his cheek. "I wish you had spoken up sooner. Because it's taken me until now to realize why none of these men ever work out."

"And why is that?" He whispered, his emerald green eyes searching yours.

"Because none of them were you." You breathed, your tongue darting out to run along your bottom lip. With a groan, Jensen closed the gap between the two of you, his body pressed against the fluffy blanket separating you, his lips searching out your own.

This kiss was better than you could have imagined. Jensen kissed with a purpose, not too harsh, but his plump lips rubbing against yours, his tongue sweeping out to follow your bottom lip. His hands came up, gently cupping your cheeks before he leaned his forehead against yours. "That was even better than I imagined." He whispered.

"I agree." You answered. "But now what?"

"Now, you let me cuddle under these fluffy blankets with you, and watch that cheesy romantic comedy I brought you. Then maybe tonight, you'll let me hold you in that comfy bed of yours. After that, we'll see." He answered, pulling you tight against him as you settled the fluffy blankets around the two of you.