You and Jensen weren't dating, you guys were in this period of like, being friends, but something more, in a romantic kind of way? You talked a lot, he stayed at your place sometimes and vice versa, it was fun, it was free. And you'd been keeping it a secret from the public, obviously, so that you two could keep your privacy and still get to do whatever you pleased. Jensen liked it, you liked it, it was working. It's not a relationship, you guys are just really into eachother, like a lot.

You're at an awards show, not sat together to ensure no one gets any ideas of the two of you possibly being with eachother. But you are in fact messaging eachother and had been for a while now, nearly the whole duration of the awards show. It wasn't even that interesting, you two were far more interested in eachother, to be completely and utterly honest.

There are these little glances between the two of you. Jensen would glance up over in your direction, meet your gaze for a faint moment and you'd look away after that spark, trying to distract yourself as your thumbs work on the device sat in your lap. And vice versa, you'd glance up at him, meet his gaze, then he'd quickly look away, almost flustered. The two of you felt like kids on a playground again, all giggly and flirty with eachother at an awards show.

Like the two of you weren't grown.

But who cared? It was fun.

Eventually, Jensen glances at you for longer, and you don't look away. He gets up, mouthing, "Join me?" as he makes his way in the direction of the bathroom, and you consider whether it'd be fucking insane for a moment if you did, before you throw all caution to the wind and make your way to the bathroom too.