50 Days

Day 26

AN: I am so sorry for always updating days, weeks or even months after I've updated a chapter. There is just so much going on in my life and I literally can't deal with some shit anymore. The only thing that keeps me going is that I will meet Misha again next year ... soo yeah. I apologise. And I apologise for my cliffhangers. But it would be less exciting waiting for a new chapter then, wouldn't it?

so this might get a bit dirty. because we are getting there, slowly i know but we're getting there. lmao

okay so um have fun ... eh ;/

sorry for any incorrect grammar or spelling, missing words or words that don't belong to where they are :)))
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Two hours, two glasses of water, and no talking at all later, I got up. The door was only a few feet away, but before I could leave, Jensen begged me to stay.

"It's already past midnight and I'm tired."

Jensen flinched, pressing the palms of his hands together. "You were the one who wanted to talk," he stated, voice raspy.

He was right, but after I've went inside his trailer all I could think of was waking up next to him, not remembering what had happened. My memories were still a little blurry, but I could already remember stuff. It had taken me off guard when I walked inside and remembered his mouth on mine. I was immediately tongue tied, no words would left my lips.

I nodded, slowly. "Yeah, what is there to talk about anyway?"

The man in front of me sighed tiredly and sat down, rubbing his eyes. Exhaustion washing over his face. He avoided to look at me, because suddenly the spoon on the table was really interesting to look at. "I don't know. Maybe the fact that we," he stopped. "I kissed you," he continued, cheeks flushed. "Anyway, it's nothing. We were drunk and stupid. You're my best friend. I mean, um, we ... we can kiss? Woman do that all the time, for fuck sake."

"Jensen, I-"

He waved me off. "You should go, it's late and we have to wake up early."

I nodded once and turned on my heels. Something invisible had put its hands around my neck and squeezed, tightly, as I left the trailer.

I should have called Sam and Dean. Maybe it was something not natural (you could also say supernatural).

But the person I should have really called at this moment was Vicki, my lovely and beautiful wife.

Maybe things would have turned out differently.

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In the night, while sleeping, I might have dreamed about Jensen kissing me. But it wasn't a dream.

It was a memory.

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In the morning, my limbs were aching from the same position I had been slept in all night, to protect my injured arm as much as possible. The hot shower I'd taken (which had been very, very complicated, because I had to protect the cast around my arm from water) after I've woken up, made me feel a little better.

A look into the mirror startled me for a second. The person opposite me looked like me, yes, but the dark circles and glassy, red eyes were someone else's. I shook my head and splashed cold water in my face, immediately feeling less trashy.

Putting on clothes turned out to be way harder than getting out of them. Whenever I pulled too hard, there was a sharp pain rushing through my wrist. I lost count of how many times I've hissed during that procedure. But after about ten minutes I've had my pants on. Socks, T-Shirt and a jacket were lying on my bed, ready to be put on. If they were humans, they'd be laughing at me.