Jensen Ackles, The man of many talents, actor, director, producer, singer, father of three… there isnt a thing this man cant do…apart from cook.

After him and his wife (no hate) divorced and he got the kids, he was looking for someone to be their personal chef, he wanted his kids to eat nutritious foods…not half burnt ready meals or takeout

Luckily, he found you. Fresh out of university, Passing your exams in culinary with flying colours and looking for a job.

you had been working for him for a while now and you’re over the initial star stricken phase of actually being around Jensen, mostly…

One morning, the kids still sleeping, Jensen had come downstairs, clad in a white vest, plaid pyjama pants and glasses, the man wore glasses…

Empty coffee cup in hand and a script he had been writing in the other, sitting down on the island counter, whilst you cooked some breakfast for them “Morning, Sweetheart.” The pet name slipping from his lips like a natural commodity. Making your stomach flip. “Coffee ready?”