He'd been laying in bed restlessly, thinking about you. Jesus, Jensen couldn't get you out of his head for the life of him, even if he so desperately needed the sleep. You'd shot take after take of intimate scenes for half the day leaving his mind reeling with the feeling of your lips on his body. Truthfully, Jensen was so serious about you. It was real to him, which was not good when it came to his career. Especially if you didn't feel the same. He had hope. Your eyes would linger longer than necessary, you'd smile, you'd follow him around sometimes and eat lunch with him. Jensen groans, burying his nose in his pillow in a last ditch effort to fall asleep when he hears a soft knock on his door. He sits up slow, rubbing his eyes and kicking the sheets off his legs. It was almost three in the morning. Part of him hoped it was you. He knew you were just across the hall. Even if it was just some housekeeper, he kept his hopes up. Jensen pulls the door open, the sleep leaving his features as he sees you.

"Awh, darlin'. What's wrong?"

You looked miserable. Dried tear tracks down your face and bleary eyes, like you'd had the worst nightmare of your life. Which you had.

"You c'mon in, baby."

Jensen murmurs, his hand immediately caressing the small of your back as he leads you into the dark but vast suite. He tried to ignore how pretty your pjs were.

"You want the light on?"

Jensen feels you shake your head against him before he hears your tiny squeak of "no".

"Alright."

He guides you into his bed, tugging a fluffy blanket over you and tucking you in gently before sitting at your side. Oh, how he wanted to snuggle you under there but he'd keep his distance until you gave him the go-ahead.

"Just try and sleep, darlin'. It's all okay. Got the day off tomorrow."