Jensen had many hobbies, ones aside from acting. Of course, the most obvious one, he sang. He's damn good at it too, that's pretty well known to the general public. His beer company, that's one of his hobbies, really, a little less known than the whole singing thing. He loves all of those things a lot, a hell of a lot, he's real into them. But something he likes just as much?

Golf. God, he loves golf. It's not like it's a hobby he's working at getting good at—he's great at golf. Loves it a lot, yeah. When he gets the time, he heads to the golf course with a few buddies and plays for a bit, it relaxes him, it's something he enjoys.

Of course he wanted you to come with him sometime. You'd been a little skeptical of how fun it actually was but he'd managed to convince you, and the two of you had set off to the golf course earlier that afternoon. It was supposed to go great, golf wasn't that hard. And he'd assumed you'd golfed before, most people have.

Not you, apparently. You're awful at it, he's come to realise. It's adorable to him though, and he likes that he gets to teach you. "Alright, y'don't need to hold it like you're stranglin' it, baby," he murmured quietly, a laugh escaping him at the death grip you had on the golf club.

Jensen glanced up at you, gesturing to his own golf club, as he spoke, "Watch me, alright?" He held the handle firmly but not to the point where it restricted him. His eyes lift up to yours and a soft smile adorns his face, before he once again focuses on hitting the golf ball into the hole.

With a nice, light stroke, he hits the ball and it goes right where he wanted it to: into the hole. A proud little smirk settles on his face and he shrugs, grasping at the golf club in his hand. "Real easy, see?" He made it look easy. Probably easier said than done.

"You got this," he reassured, head tilting to the side a little bit.