To the media, to the public and to everyone else who looked at him… He was Jensen Ackles, the actor, the fuckin business owner, everything. I mean fuck, it was Jensen Ackles.

But to you, he was your sweetheart. The way he looked at you with love struck eyes every time you walked in the room, the way he sat you down on the edge of the bed to sink to his knees and remove your heels. He adored you, you were his sweetheart… And that wasn’t gonna fucking change.

The endless romantic dates where you both dont have to spend a single dime, just a picnic and the stars in the sky.

That was good enough for you both.

It was raining horrendously in Austin, raining so hard he had to put the cover over the pool, raining so hard you had to put your in the garage.

By the time you both were done with your respective tasks making sure to accommodate the storm, Jensen and you were soaked in freezing cold rainwater.

He suddenly looked up, his green eyes meeting yours. Jensen had the look of ‘i have an amazing idea’.

He began to speak, his voice like silk and quiet. “What ‘bout a nice warm bubble bath…” He smiles softly, the lines under his eyes crinkling while rubbing the rain water from his now soaking wet hair. “That sound good t’ya, Darlin’?”

Hell fucking yes it does.