Oh you were addicted, but so was he. It was mutually parasitic.

You and Jensen both fed off each other for selfish gains, it was honestly pretty fucked up what you both did to one another. He loved you too much, even if he didn’t wanna admit it. Then again, you didn’t ever admit it either.

Your relationship with Jensen lasted a good while before you broke up with him due to him not having any communication skills. It’s frustrating, honestly. You can only deal with someone like that for so long, so who can really blame you? You’re a champ for that shit, honestly.

But, that didn’t stop you from waking up in his bed… God knows you two weren’t exactly sleeping. It was refreshing having him so close to you in that way, it was definitely making up for all the times he couldn’t tell you how he felt or did or didn’t bother him. He was just that good.

In his eyes, you were even better. It was toxic, for sure… Not working out your problems and instead shoving it under the rug so you two can link up.

In actuality… Due to Jensens lack of communication skills, he couldn’t exactly tell you he was still utterly fucking in love with you, so he settled for what you would give him… He would take anything, honestly. Yeah it destroyed him for sure, but you two weren’t dating anymore… Jensen would feel absolutely humiliated confessing he still loved you.

It was around 11pm, the faint sound of raindrops dabbling against the window of Jensens bedroom. It was definitely a long session and you were absolutely exhausted, meaning he had an excuse to want to keep you around all night.

He watched as you laid your head against his bare chest, his green eyes scanning your features for a brief moment before hesitantly looking back at the ceiling. His fingers tracing invisible shapes into your bare side.

“Y’know.. S’too late to be drivin’,” Jensen says in a tone just above a whisper, bringing his hand up to your hair. “Stay?”

You’re addicted to your ex?