Tennessee Whiskey AU

CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

"'Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone. It's where you go when you're alone. It's where you go to rest your bones. It's not just where you lay your head. It's not just where you make your bed. As long as we're together, does it matter where we go? Home"

                                  Jensen's POV

"Hey Mom. I'm home." I shout as I walk in my parents house. Although for the first time in my life it doesn't feel so much like home as it usually does. God I wish she had come with me. I get why she didn't but I miss her already, so fucking much and that makes me feel like such a sap.

"Thank God. I didn't think you would be this late." She says as she hugs me. Yeah I wouldn't have been if I hadn't wanted to spend every last second with a gorgeous woman. Probably not for the first time if I'm honest, my past isn't squeaky clean and I have enjoyed myself. But this time is different. I've got bored easily in the past. Not good and unfair to the woman but it's the truth. From the first conversation with them I can see that clock counting down to expiration date. With Scar it's not there. The more I get lost in her and her body the less I ever want to come back.

"Yeah. sorry flight delays and bad traffic aren't a good mix." I say when I realise I've been way too quiet and Mom is staring at me.

"Have you eaten? You look worn out. I thought you and your friends where having a weekend away. I thought you would be relaxed but I guess knowing you lot you've spent the weekend lost in drink and women." She says with a warm smile, while I shudder a little.

"Words you never want to hear from your mother." I grumble a little disturbed.

"You think a mother doesn't know what her sons like? Even if I didn't there's enough of it over the pages of entertainment pages."

"Yeah, maybe you shouldn't read those." Christ now I have to worry about what my Mom is reading about me. "I've eaten but would join you for a drink. It was a good weekend and not what you think. It's just been a long day." She tells me to follow her as she sits at the dining table and pours us both a drink.

"So, you wanna talk about what's got you all tied up in knots? If I didn't know you any better or you were someone else I would think it was a woman." She just chuckles. Until I shrug and then there's no sign of laughter at all.

"Well, you wouldn't be wrong." I say, trying to keep it casual, but I know this is probably gonna freak her out.

"What? I need to you say that again because for a minute it sounded like you were thinking of settling down."

"Woah, no one mentioned settling down. Slow down woman. I've known her three weeks." Not that I'm not on the same page, just that she doesn't need to know that. She gives me a knowing smile and I realise I suck as much at hiding stuff from my Mom as I did as a teenager.

"Anything you say dear." The added eyeroll saying she doesn't believe a word of it. Can't say I blame her, for me to be in knots over a woman she would have to be special to me. "So, you gonna tell me about her?"

"She's pretty awesome actually. Talented, clever, funny, sexy." I say the last part with a smirk.

"Maybe your mother doesn't need to know the last part." She reaches her hand out and places it on my. "So it took you three weeks to fall in love?" She asks raising her eyebrow. Again, she doesn't need to know it probably only took three days, but here we are.

"It's complicated." I say taking a deep breath. I'm not sure I'm ready to talk to her about all this.

"Isn't it always. But you know what all the best things in the world are worth the extra effort. I'll leave you to your thoughts son. I'm here if and when you want to talk. Goodnight." She says before kissing me on the cheek and heading up to bed. I can see I'm going to have to be more careful around her. Bloody woman can read me like a book. I'm supposed to be deep and mysterious dam it. Yeah not with my Mom.