Chance Encounters

Christmas Miracles

After promising that you would think about the amazing job offer, you rushed out of your office, looking both ways, hoping that Jensen might still be in sight. People were milling about, with the convention done people were saying goodbyes. While you searched for Jensen, you couldn't help but smile at all the friends that had happened because of the show and it's conventions. It was something you really wanted to be a part of on a daily basis.

Seeing Cliff at the lobby, you raced down, ignoring the curious glances sent your way. "Cliff! You exclaimed, but because of the loud hustle and bustle in the lobby, your cry went unheard. Seeing him head towards the front door, you rushed as fast as possible, worried you were going to miss him. 

Losing him for a minute in the revolving doors, you sped outside, the frosty morning air hitting you hard without a coat. A black suburban was off to the side, and you moved towards it, seeing Jensen in the back. "Jensen!" You yelled, as it pulled away, leaving you standing there in the snow, looking like an idiot.

With tears in your eyes, and your lip smarting from Brian's rough handling of you, you went back inside. Trudging back to your room, you opened the door, before letting the tears fall. So much had happened in such a short period of time you were feeling a little overwhelmed. Then you had seen Jensen, and the look of dismay and heartache as he heard the news of your new job offer.

He probably was long gone by now, thinking he had no chance against the wonderful position you had been offered. Little did he know that you were planning on turning the offer down and taking Jensen up on his. But now it was too late, and you were left with a broken heart and a job you weren't sure you wanted anymore.

With your eyes blurry with tears, you didn't notice the paper on your floor until you stepped on it. Bending down, you picked it up, noticing Jensen's masculine handwriting.

"My lovely Y/N,

I dropped by your office earlier today, just in time to hear your wonderful news. I'm beyond glad that Brian was taken care of, and that I didn't have to go to jail for dealing with it. I'm happy for you, even if it means that our story together has to end. But please, know this. Never in my life, have I fallen for someone so fast, so fully as I did for you this wonderful and amazing weekend. I never got the chance to say this to your face, but I love you. I know it's fast, and useless now, but it's true. Just because I'm saying it here doesn't mean you need to feel obligated to return it, I understand. I wish you a full and happy career and life here. If you're ever in Texas or Vancouver, don't be afraid to look me up.

Love Jensen."

More tears continued to fall as you read his note, staining the hotel stationary. It hurt, knowing you hadn't even gotten the chance to have a relationship with the one man you could find yourself living with happily for the rest of your life. 

As you tried to control your tears, your phone beeped, and sniffling back your tears, you saw a text from Maureen. Quickly heading into the bathroom, you tried to hide the fact that your heart was breaking, before making your way down into the nearly empty convention center.

"There you are. Are you okay?" Maureen asked. 

"Not really. But what did you need?" You brushed off her concern. 

"Adam wanted to talk to you. And you needed to sign off on the last of the items." She told you. After making her promise that she was done for the evening, you went to find Adam. He was in the main ballroom, ordering around the people packing up. Waiting patiently beside him, you wished that the convention lasted one more day. That would have been enough time for you to mend your relationship with Jensen. 

"There you are Y/N. I trust everything is okay?" Adam finally spoke, turning his attention to you.

Wondering exactly how bad you looked if even Adam noticed you weren't okay, you tried to paste a smile on your face. "Peachy. I heard you wanted to speak to me."

He nodded, pulling you away from prying ears. "I know you have a wonderful job here. Buy we are in need of a new manager for all of our Supernatural conventions, and I immediately thought of you. You would end up travelling the country, setting up conventions. You would also have your own office, at your house if you want to  set up conventions and things like that. Would you be interested?"

You were speechless. This was better than your offer to work here. "Why me?"

"Because everyone loved you, and this was the best run supernatural convention of ours. Please say you'll consider it."

"What's to consider? I want to accept!" You exclaimed, your mind immediately going to the fact that you would be seeing Jensen again.

"Can you fly out to our offices this week? We will talk numbers, and sign papers then." He explained, shaking your hand.

Your earlier dismay turned into hopefulness, you found yourself floating out of the convention center. Walking back to your office, you began the tedious task of packing up your items once again.

Thinking about how you could work on getting Jensen back, you picked up the main box, before making your way to your room. Because you were going to get him back, you weren't going to take no for an answer.

Slamming the door behind you, you pulled your suitcases out, needing to get out of the hotel as soon as possible. Making a pile of items you no longer wanted, you looked around your room, realizing how sparse it was. You were ready for a real home, a life that didn't revolve around an angry, obsessive boss. And while working for the conventions would be busy, at least you would be with friends.

A loud knock startled you from your thoughts, and you carefully opened the door, afraid to see Brian at the door. What you hadn't expected to see was a nervous Jensen, with a pretty wrapped box in his hands.