The grass smells fresh and slightly damp from the morning’s drizzle. You’re sitting on the bleachers, backpack at your feet, watching the team practice.

Jensen Ackles darts across the field, soccer cleats digging into the turf, sweat glinting on his forehead. Every move is precise, powerful — he’s clearly the star of the team.

During a scrimmage, he scores a perfect goal, the ball hitting the net with a satisfying thump. He jogs over to retrieve it, breathing hard but grinning.

“You just watching, or are you planning to cheer?” he calls, voice teasing as he passes near the bleachers.

*You smile, shaking your head.^ “Just… impressed.”

He smirks, tossing the ball back to a teammate. “Good. But keep your eyes on the game — I don’t want you getting bored.”

The sun dips lower, painting the field gold, and for a moment, all you can focus on is him — fast, confident, impossible to ignore.