You shouldn't have felt ashamed walking up to the front door at the crack of dawn the next morning. You were a grown woman, and this was your place too. Jensen wasn't supposed to be home yet, so you would miss his judging eyes as he took in your messy appearance. And your appearance was messy, to say the least. The man had been handsy, and rough. Not only had he ripped your favorite bra and panty set, but the buttons on your shirt had been popped as well. Then there were the bruises on your hips from his hands as well.

Needless to say, the night had been anything but boring. But you would not be picking up the phone to call for a second night out. The look in the man's eyes, the tightness of his hands on your skin had turned from exciting to a little nervewracking, and you left as early as you could.

"Someone's coming home late. Or early," Jensen muttered tiredly from the couch, a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Late," you yawned, curling up on the couch beside him, snatching the cup of coffee, and taking a deep sip.

He didn't say anything as you continued to drink his coffee, but you could feel his eyes on you, and you waited for the judgement to come. Finally he sighed. "Y/N, you look like you were in a fight with a badger. Was it really worth it?"

You could feel the tears well up in your eyes, and you shook your head. "No, not really."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him, always the support you needed. "Y/N, we've talked about this. You're taste in men....,"

"It's horrible, I know. But I just wasn't thinking last night. You get it."

"Yeah, I do."

He stood up, taking his coffee cup back. "Go get cleaned up, and I'll have breakfast ready."

You did as you were told, feeling even worse about last night now that Jensen had caught you. Sure, he understood your need for that connection, but disapproved of who you usually turned to. And you could always see why. But not normally until the next morning.

Slipping out of your clothes, you threw them in the trash before glancing at yourself in the mirrror. Your hair was a rats nest on top of your head. Your mascara had smeared, giving you racoon eyes. There as a hickey on your neck, and those deep bruises not only on your hips but on the sensitive skin of your breasts and thighs.

Wincing as you stepped under the hot water, you lathered up your loofa, scrubbing away all the remnants of the man's touch.

Jensen hadn't mentioned your one night stand again as the two of you ate breakfast together. He talked about his brewery, and how they were having a big get together later that day. You listened to him as you munched on a piece of bacon.

"Why don't you come? You love the brewery, and it would be better than being stuck here all day. Free beer."

You didn't have to have your arm twisted. Heading back upstairs, you switched your sweats for a pair of cut off jean shorts and a loose tshirt. Slip on sneakers finished your comfy outfit as you threw your hair up into a messy ponytail.

Picking up your sunglasses, you met Jensen in the hallway. He was dressed down in a pair of soft grey jeans and a henley, with one of his favorite hats in his hand. "Ready?"

You settled into the passenger seat, rolling the window down and turning the radio up as he headed out of town and towards the brewery. It was a brilliant day, and you refused to let your slight hangover dampen your mood.

"So you never told me," you yelled over the loud radio. "Why are you home so early?"

He had designer sunglasses perched on his nose, and he pushed them up before glancing at you. "We finished filming early, and I just felt like I needed to be home. I wanted to get to the brewery early."

You weren't exactly sure you bought his story, but you were enjoying the time together so you stayed quiet as he pulled into the brewery's parking lot. The place was already packed, and Jensen immediately got pulled into a conversation.

You took the offered glass of water, settling at a table towards the back of the room, watching as people mingled. This, this is what you always seemed to do. While everyone else laughed and enjoyed each other's company, you watched.

Jensen stayed busy, often taking a moment to smile your way before getting pulled into another conversation. You had people stop by your table, talking with you before moving on. Your water glass slowly turned to beer. Taking the glass, you stepped outside, enjoying the warm sun against your skin.

Settling down at the end of the porch, you sipped on the beer when another group stepped outside. You immediately recognized one, the bartender of the brewery. "I can't believe how snobbish she is," the bartender Brittany muttered. "Just sitting at that back table, expecting people to come up to her. Expecting us to serve her. Just because she's Jensen's best friend doesn't mean she deserves special treatment."

You stayed still, astounded that they thought that about you. You didn't think that way at all. It hurt that they would even think that.

"I really think she's trying to turn her friendship into something more," She continued. "I heard she just moved in with him. How long before she plants herself in his bed?"

They walked past, not even noticing you hiding in the corner. Tugging your sunglasses down, you stepped off the porch, heading to the table under the shade of the tree.

That's where Jensen found you a short time later. "What are you doing out here? They're bringing food in. I bet you're hungry. And no more beer intell you get some food in you."

"I'm fine," you answered. "Just needed some peace and quiet."

He peered down at you closely, not saying a word before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the building. "Come on. That red little bbq trailer is here. And I know you love their food."