WHY

Beautiful

Y/N: Your Name

Y/M/N: Your Mother Name

Y/B/N: Your Brother Name

"When did you start singing?" "I thought you were  into dancing?" Jensen asked you as he started driving again, "I had to choose. It was too hard to support a child who was really good at dancing and another child who was getting into every school he applied for." "Mom didn't ask me to, so I did." "I give up dancing only to find out I was good at singing, when I accidentally try out for the solo at my school." You calmly said. Jensen couldn't believe that he had made you give up your passion for your brother to get into his college.

"Even though I didn't make a lot of money off YouTube, I was lucky enough to have a strong fan-base that helped me to get my name out there with my band" You said as you picked at your nails, you ended up clearing your throat as you looked outside and realized the time. "You know why I hate 6pm?" You know why I really hate 6pm on Wednesdays?" "You know why I really can't stand 6pm on the 3rd Wednesday of every month" You said looking out the window in a low steady voice." Jensen didn't really know how to respond, since he felt like any respond seem to trigger you lately. "Cat got your tongue?" "You left on on January 19 & Mom died on February 16th". "I deal with it perfectly fine if that date doesn't correspond with the weekday, but that number it just gets to you" "I took up singing as an outlet, dancing was a great outlet, just imagine how powerful singing was."

"You tend to forget how easy it was to move on when everybody was willing to leave you behind. I mean you moved on." "Why couldn't mom?" "Why couldn't I?" "Why couldn't Y/B/N?" "Why was it so hard?" You asked Jensen but didn't wait for an answer. Jensen didn't give one. Nobody realized that the amount of talking made the driving a lot faster.

"We're here" Jensen pointed out and parked the car in one of the designated parking spot, he got his backpack along with the tent, while you did the same. "Serial killer vibes" you muttered to yourself, as you put on your backpack and grab your duffel bag. Jensen couldn't help but let out a chuckle when you said that, he turned around to give a funny comment but couldn't find you behind him. As he started to look for you, he heard your voice, he turned around to see you in front of him, staring at him.

"You okay?" You asked with an annoyed voice, Jensen just nodded, and swallowed his pride as you walked past him and waited for his directions to the spot.

JENSEN POV:
When I turned around and didn't find Y/N, I couldn't help but have a small anxiety attack, it reminded me of the number of times that I lost Y/N when she was little and most of those times was when I was having an affair with Danneel. I would buy Y/N silence with anything she agreed to, sweets, clothes, toys until I couldn't anymore. That was when he knew you couldn't be bought and he honestly didn't care that you were starting to know and could tell the difference between a truth and a lie.
END OF POV:

Jensen was not sure if he could survive a week with you since you were already giving him an attitude. By the time Jensen turned around, he noticed that you were nowhere in sight and he kept yelling your name, but no response was given. How was he going to do this if he couldn't find you

"Y/N!!" "Y/N!!" "WHERE ARE YOU SWEETIE! COME OUT THIS ISN'T FUNNY! I'M SORRY IF YOU'RE MAD AT ME AND FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY!!" "PLEASE COME OUT!!" Jensen continued to yell as he ran from the car to the pathway not stopping as he did. Jensen didn't watch his steps as he fell a couple times and got hit by the branches. Jensen just knew he had to find his daughter.

"Excuse me!!" "Have you seen a girl Y/H, she has Y/H/C, Y/E/C, she was wearing