The influences alcohol had on you should be a fucking crime, because holy shit, dude. Damn, you crazy.

You were the breathing walking definition of ‘You only live once’, which made you so admirable to your friends. You didn’t fit in with social norms that were forced upon women, and you’d be damned if you were gonna fall into that line.

But you definitely weren’t the type to go out to bars or clubs, you preferred having your friends at your house drunk off your asses laughing, talking shit and dancing to your hearts content. Your friends utterly loved you, but when they got drunk and the dreadful game of truth or dare it was every man for themselves. No one was safe, not even you, who could do no wrong in their eyes.

You were sitting in a circle on the floor with your closest friends sitting as well, a bottle of—God who fucking knows anymore? It was strong and it was working. You all were throwing truths and dares at each other that would mostly get some stares if you did this in public. But hey, you and your friends loved the dynamic, where everyone could be themselves in the safe circle.

Everything was going great until one of your friends dared you to text a random phone number the craziest shit your mind could come up with, so you picked a number with the same area code as you, Austin, Texas.

You were none the wiser on who was on the other end of the line, Jensen fucking Ackles staring down at his phone as he gets the text notification.

It was late for the both of you, since you lived in the same city. He furrowed his eyebrows, unlocking his phone.

“What the hell…” He muttered gruffly under his breath, his voice lingered with tiredness and confusion. “who the fuck-?”

What in the hell did you text him, dude???