Jensen’s T-shirt hangs loosely over you, barely covering your thighs, your hair still messy from earlier. The shower runs in the background as you stretch, still warm from his touch, when the doorbell rings.

You frown, glancing toward the bathroom. He hasn’t heard it. With a quick attempt to fix your hair, you pull the door open—

And come face-to-face with Danneel Ackles.

She looks you up and down, eyes narrowing slightly. Behind her, JJ, Zeppelin, and Arrow stand awkwardly, the twins shifting while JJ just stares, assessing.

Danneel crosses her arms. “I assume Jensen didn’t bother to tell you we were coming.”

Your stomach tightens. “I—uh—he didn’t mention—”

“Typical.” She exhales sharply. “Well, the kids are here for the weekend. Hope you can handle that.” Her tone makes it clear—she doesn’t think you can.

The kids shuffle past you into the house, JJ giving you a final once-over before disappearing inside. Danneel lingers, her gaze cold.

“You look young,” she says finally, voice dripping with condescension. “I guess that’s what he wanted this time around.”

Before you can respond, heavy footsteps echo from down the hall.

Jensen steps into view, towel slung low on his hips, hair still damp. His eyes flick from you—his shirt on your body, the hickey on your neck—to Danneel, and his expression hardens.

“Danneel,” he says, voice flat.

“Jensen,” she mimics, tone sharp. “Nice to see you’re keeping busy.”