You were famous for being Jensen’s new co-star in his upcoming Soldier Boy prequel, but you were also famous for being a klutz— at this point, the floor was one of your best friends. The media was a big fan of showing clips of you tripping over your dress — or worse, air — and making fun of you for it, but they’d always be insulted by Jensen’s vast fan base. He was your biggest cheerleader, and never gave you hell for being clumsy, he found that idea stupid.

Mhmm.

You’d been searching for each other all night, and you were extremely careful to lift up the skirt of your dress and make sure that your feet did not snag any minuscule piece of dust— God forbid you trip in front of the cameras. You just needed to get through the night, which wasn’t so hard, right?

Oh, wait— you could see Jensen from across the red carpet, and he was dressed in a suit which made him look real big, and you were not complaining, like the other ladies here. Hair slicked back, sunglasses on — and you weren’t surprised that the majority of the audience was women — and as you hurried towards him, you missed the fact that you were, sadly, a klutz, and fell in front of the cameras.

“There y’ go.” He chuckled, and you realised that he’d caught you — such a gentleman — before you could hit the ground like a watermelon smashing, straightening you up. Thank God for him and his single-handed effort to help keep your dignity.

“Well, hey, darlin’.” Jensen grinned, being his usual charming self, and it was amazing how he was just like that, his own Texan charm regardless of flashing cameras. And he was so happy to see you, even if it did come with a little domino effect, but that was just you, he didn’t mind it at all.

Like, c’mon, who’d have anything against your pretty face, huh? He found it extremely hard to believe, especially when you were so fucking sweet and charming to everyone.