Close to not enough - Jensen Ackles Fanfic

56º Chapter

I don't know what got into me, but I just had this weird feeling of protection towards him.

Before I could stop myself, I was crushing his body in a tight and comforting hug. Instead of feeling him relax against my body, I felt him tense up while a small painful sound got out of his lips, making me immediately take a step away from him.

Both of my hands were on each side of his face, trying to check if he had any bruises on his face that I haven't noticed. This time, his face was still as beautiful as it ever was, even with the deep circles and tears, he was still Jensen.

I let my hands fall away from his face just so I could intertwine our fingers and pull him towards the couch in the living room.

I know that he probably doesn't want to talk about what happened right now, and honestly I don't really want to know either. Not only that, but I know that as soon as he starts to talk I'm going to be angry, and I don't want to be angry, I can't be angry around him.

"I'm sorry, Jay... but I need to ask you what happened, ok?" — I was trying to sound as calm as I could manage at this point. As soon as he sat on the couch, his shirt got a little lower on his neck and my eyes coughed the swelling that was starting to show on his skin.

"It's ok... I actually need you to do me a favor if that's ok." — His voice was so quiet, so scared and trembling, that I had to try my hardest not to start crying right on the spot. Worse than being in pain is seeing the person you love the most being hurt, that my friends is the real pain.

"Anything Jay..." — I didn't understand what he actually wanted me to do, but not a second later he handed me his phone open in the camera section. — "I don't think I'm following..." — My words were cut short as soon as I saw his hands reaching for the hem of his shirt, so he could pull it out of his body.

It hurt.

His usually toned chest was now all shades of pink, purple, blue and in some places even black.

I was probably perplexed looking at his torso, and I could feel how embarrassed he was for showing me how he actually was hurting, inside and out.

That made me finally realize what he wanted me to do with his phone, and with a single look at him, I didn't hesitate to start to snap some pictures of his marked chest.

He looked so small, so afraid, so embarrassed.

He wasn't looking like himself at all, she was destroying him piece by piece, and he hasn't done anything to stop her.

She was erasing every single good thing that Jensen has in him, she was trying to destroy him from the inside out and for the posture he is finally showing me, she is being successful in that.

I don't know what he is going to do with the pictures that I took, but I just hope that he will send them to his lawyer because he should. He should tell and show everyone what an awful woman she is, she deserves that.

"You want me to tell you what happened?" — He was already putting his shirt back, and I understand why he did it. Apart from being a little weird for him to still be on the same spot as me without a shirt on... he was doing it because he was afraid that anyone but me saw him in his current state.

"Please..." — I was trying really hard not to push him into telling me anything, but this time... I think he really needs to tell someone what happened tonight. I took a seat next to him on the couch, and I tried to keep my eyes away from his face. The only way to do that was to actually look at the turned off TV in front of us.

"Well... I was stupid, actually. The day that I walked out of here after you telling me that Justice wasn't my daughter, I started to walk home... for a second I didn't believe you, you know?" — He took a small pause, probably to try and not to start crying all over again, and after a deep breath I heard him again. — "Then it hit me... The math of Justice's birth didn't actually... they did not match the last time I had sex with Danneel. At the time, I didn't think about that because I was too blind with the dream of becoming a father.

So that day, after entering my home... I grabbed some of JJ stuff and I went to take a paternity test to finally see what I was trying to deny myself." — It was getting harder for him to talk about this, and I could hear it by the trembling of his voice and how harsh it became with every word that was passing his lips.

"You don't have to tell me more, Jay..." — I was still looking at the black screen in front of me, but my eyes finally moved when I felt the touch of his hand on my knee. My eyes went slowly in the direction of his fingers that squeezed my leg gently.

"Justice is not my daughter, Claire... and I have to thank you for letting me know the truth that Danneel should have told me five years ago. I didn't stop loving Justice when I saw the negative on that paper, if much... I came to love her in a much deeper way." — I finally let my eyes land on his face, and for a second I could only see the small smile that was showing on his lips. — "I raised that girl like she was my blood and I love her just as much... There is no piece of paper that is telling me if she is or isn't my daughter. Justice has my last name, and it will remain like that forever... She's my little piece of heaven, she always was." — I don't actually know what he is feeling, but I can just imagine... I would probably feel just the same if I were him.

"What did you do then? After finding out?" — I was not expecting for the smile on his lips to fade away as quickly as it did. Soon I understood why and God knows how I wish I could just commit murder and not being charge for it... because I would do it in a blink of an eye.