Beating The Best || Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Seven

DAYS LATER

"Okay Okay okay." You smile while raising your hands in the air. "This is really happening." 

"Yeah." Y/B/F states through the phone. "I am so proud of you." 

"Thanks." You smile as your hand automatically goes to the locket around your neck, the last thing that you owned from your parents...well the only thing you owned from them actually.

"Alright, knock 'em dead." Y/B/F states. "And call me right away alright? Especially after meeting J2 again and after acting, then I'll tell you about my date that's going on to-"

"Hey! Y/B/F!!! You're rambling again." You interrupt, a small chuckle in your tone.

"Sorry sorry." He/She apologizes with a small huff. "Just...call me." 

"But you probably aren't going to be home." You argue.

"I'll still take the call." Y/B/F replies. "I promise."

"What if my day sucks? Then you're going to have to take a lot of time." You whine.

"Just move your ass okay? Then as a reward, we'll continue to look for your father." He/She offers.

"That's not a reward." You mutter as your hand goes to your locket again. "We're never going to find them."

"Don't say that." Y/B/F orders. "Ever."

"Yes, ma'am/sir." You mumble as your gaze looks around your trailer for the second time, just as a knock sounds from the door. "Look Y/B/F, I gotta go. I'll call you later."

"See ya!"

"Bye." You whisper before hanging up your phone, letting it drop into your back pocket before walking over to the door to open it and greet the person who was waiting. "Hi, I was just on my w-"

You immediately cut yourself off as your eyes locked with the sparkling apple green eyes that looked back at you with almost the same amount of surprise as your own expression showed. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish as you try to push words...any words out of your mouth to try and say anything. 

"So...you're playing Kaitlyn huh?" Jensen finally states after awkwardly clearing his throat.

"Guess so." You whisper after swallowing the lump in your throat, your grip on the door tightening out of fear as the butterflies in your stomach grow stronger and stronger as the seconds went on.

"Well, I'm here to show you around." Jensen smiles. "I may even get to show you my trailer if you're interested." 

"Why wouldn't I be...?" You trail off before realization hits you like a bus, you turn around to grab your F/C jacket as you continue to speak. "Oh....you're disgusting."

"You're the one who wore my t-shirt with nothing else," Jensen replies as your eyes widen at his comment. You quickly turn around with your arms crossed and your best bitch face as you stare at the man in front of you, who had walked into your trailer when you had turned around.

"You're the one who gave me your t-shirt with nothing else." You quip. "So really, it's all your damn fault."

"Then I'm good." He smirks while placing his hands on his hips, earning a small smirk from you. But you quickly hide it as you turn around to grab your keys before turning to him for the second time.

"Are we just going to sit here or are you going to do your job and show me around?" You sarcastically question, Jensen laughs; placing his hand on his stomach. 

"Yeah, come on." He finally replies after calming down.

"Thank you, I was wondering when you'd actually start working."

JENSEN'S TRAILER
HOURS LATER

"Wait wait wait, so you auditioned for this before coming to the con?" Jared questions while taking a sip of beer, you shrug.

"Yeah, I still don't understand what that has to do with this..." You chuckle as you bring your glass of wine to your lips, having decided to take it easy tonight.

"But you didn't even mention it?" Jared elaborates. "I mean, we would've brought you back with us!"

"Funny." You roll your eyes. "But they hadn't called when they were supposed to, so Y/B/F and I just assumed that I didn't get the job."

"Well, after we saw who had auditioned, I can speak for all of us when saying that I'm really glad you got the job," Misha states, a small smile on his lips; causing yours to grow.

"And I mean, who else is going to show Jensen up wherever we go," Jared adds, causing you all to burst out into laughter.

"Hey!" Jensen yells while walking back into the trailer, his face twisted into a hurt expression but a smile was obviously trying to poke through.

"You know it's true!" You laugh before the other two could speak.

"It was one time!" Jensen argues while crossing his arms like a three-year-old child not getting his way.

"I believe it was all of the con." You state while tapping your chin, tucking your feet further underneath yourself as you cuddle yourself comfortably on the couch. 

"It was not." Jensen states.

"Um, we had more than that Disney competition." You quickly reply. "Which I won by the way."

"Sadly." Jensen mutters, earning a small glare from you.

"Anyways, I'm not sure you won once that day." You finish, your eyes never leaving his as your smirk grows.

"Oh..." Jensen states, his sly smirk showing. Yours instantly falls as he tilts his head to the side. "You and I both know that I won that night."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Misha questions as your eyes widen in horror. 

"You...you guys didn't....did you?" Jared demands, trying not to show his laughter.

"No!" You yell as Jensen chuckles a 'yes'. 

"Wait wait, you did?!" Misha yells.

"No!" You yell while setting your drink down on the table. "No, we didn't."

"Can my nephew be named Jared?" Jared questions, you shoot a glare in his direction while crossing your arms just as your phone starts to ring with an unknown number flashing across the screen. "Excuse me for a minute." 

"Yeah go ahead." Jensen nods as you quickly stand, grabbing your phone from the table before quickly walking out of the trailer; slightly slipping on his stairs as you go. You quickly gain your balance as you pick up the phone.

"Hello?" You breathe.

"Is this Y/N Y/M Renner?" A male voice questions into the phone.

"Um, yes?" You reply, it coming out as a question as you shiver slightly. Cursing yourself for not grabbing your coat that was just sitting right beside the door.

"Hello Miss Renner, my name is Quinton Larson, I'm an investigator, sent by your father."