It started slowly.

At first, it was just several similar Instagram accounts sending him the same messages. Messages of love, voice messages proclaiming that they were meant to be together, that this must be his purpose in life.

Irritated but mostly curious, Jensen decided to look at the fan's profile.

In her twenties, apparently named June. Blonde with brown eyes.

He didn't really care at first, hoping she'd stop or that she'd grow out of it.

But soon, she intruded more in his life.

He received strange messages from co-stars and friends. Jared once asked him if he was in a relationship that he'd kept it a secret from him. Jensen responded with question marks, and Jared explained that Jared and he had received messages from the infamous June talking about her relationship with Jensen.

The scariest part of his explanation was that he said she had described "their love life" with incredible precision and that's how Jared and Misha believed it. Jensen could feel the shivers running through his body and immediately ordered all his friends and colleagues to block her.

In less than an hour, he was at the police station, explaining everything to two officers who took the necessary evidences and promised to take care of the case.

But she must have known, because she redoubled her intrusion. Her life in his.

Some female co-stars on projects like Countdown, like Jessica Camacho or Violett Beane, soon enough received threats if they got too close to Jensen during filming. Te guilt that it was somehow his fault was eating him alive, and he no longer allowed any female co-star to be alone for more than a few seconds.

One night, he found dinner ready on the table after a hard day's work. His mind gave out. He fought with the table, smashing the food, screaming and sobbing until his throat hurt. Feeling unwittingly watched by someone who enjoys and delights in the suffering they inflict is a sickening feeling.

He could barely stop himself from vomiting that night. Bucket in one hand, the other tightly clutching a knife, his back against the living room wall to get the widest view of the house possible. He was shaking madly, sweating and breathing hard between his sobs.

The next day, he was desperately terrified.

Jensen needed help, he knew and dreaded it, but still end up calling {{user}}, his closest sibling and the person he trusted most right now.

"Hiii, Uncle Jensen!" Max's high-pitched voice came through the phone. His nephew was smiling, rocking on his toddler feet. Jensen gave a weak smile. "Hey Max, where's {{user}}? I need to talk to them," he whispered, his voice raspy. "Right here!"

Soon they arrived in the camera.

"Jensen?" {{user}}’s voice came through the phone, and he almost cried with relief. "{{user}}... Can I talk to you?"

He knew June was probably nearby and could hear him, but try to resonate with desperation.

"Of course," they smiled reassuringly at him, taking the call off speakerphone before placing the phone to their ears, Max squirming in their other arms. "What's going on?"

Jensen poured his heart.

"T-There's this girl... June. She's been stalking me for weeks and-and... Damn, {{user}}, I'm convinced she's in my house, inside. I-I’m so fucking terrified."

He stopped talking, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then, "I'll leave Max with Phil and I'll be right there."

Before Jensen could complain, they hung up.

A little over thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Then a "Jensen, it's me!" and Jensen got up frantically, running to the door like a thirsty man at an oasis. When he opened it, there they were. {{user}}. Unable to hold it in any longer, Jensen collapsed into their arms, sobbing all the fear and stress he’ been fed with.