Supernatural One-shots!

Jensen.x.reader Break Up

Imagine: Jensen hating to talk about yours and his breakup.

Okay so there are flashbacks and they'll be separated with a "•" in the front and behind and the words will be like this. It's kind of short but I hope you enjoy non the less.
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Flashback:

"YOU FUCKING LIAR!!" You screamed, throwing the closest thing in range at your long term boyfriend, Jensen Ackles's, head. To your dissatisfaction it was only a pillow which was easy to dodge.

"I didn't lie! It was just a scene, (y/n)!" He screamed in return, anger lacing him as he was forced to dodge another object. This time the object shattered with a loud crack. The shock of it caused him to turn around and look down at the broken picture frame of the two of you.

"Oh it was 'just a scene'! A scene that requires you to buy flowers and take her to dinner after?"

"Look, I don't even know what you're talking about b-"

"STOP LYING! I went through your phone! I saw the messages!" You screamed louder. His face fell in an instant. He was caught red handed and nothing could stop it.

"Y-you saw t-the...-" he stammered, his eyes not even being able to meet yours. He felt guilt now more than ever. He hurt her.

"Yeah, Jen...." she mumbled, her voice breathy and hurt. His eyes flickered to meet hers which bore into them like orbs of guilt. As if her eyes were a movie screen showing him the one million ways he killed her inside. "....I saw the messages."

He stood there cracked and broken as the love of his life brushed against his shoulder and left his trailer.
***

"Jensen Ackles! Jensen Ackles! Jensen Ackles!"

The roaring press screamed all at once. It was something he'd gotten quiet use to now, but every time he goes to a big event like The Saturn Awards or something he swears over and over that that's the most he's ever heard his own name.

Everyone wanted to get 'the scoop' on what went on in his life. Usually press wasn't an issue because he was pretty private and nothing major or drastic ever happened... until recently.

"Jensen!" A blond lady working with some magazine gossip column called. He turned away from the flashing bright lights and made his way towards her. Her blond hair gelled back into a slick and tight bun as she wore bright, red lipstick that showed off her big, white teeth. She wasn't unattractive by any means, but she was very "basic" in appearance.

"How are you enjoying Teens Choice so far?" She asked, showing another blinding smile.

"It's pretty amazing so far. Seeing all the fans and everyone who's supported us over the past twelve years is always a blessed experience." Jensen responded as best as he could, looking at her and the camera as he smoke with the most real smile he could manage.

"That's great! How's filming going so far?" She asked, making him chuckle.

"It's going great. Long hours, but coming to things like these make it all worth while." He said, anticipating and nervous for the question he knew was coining.

"Is it awkward being on set with your Co-Star and the lead actress (y/n) (y/l/n) since the break up?"

Boom. There it was.

Jensen faltered a bit. His smile falling ever so slightly as the question echoed in his mind. He knew it was going to be asked. Hell, he even prepared for it, but the shock of it all was still prominent. The pain was still there.

"Uh-.." he began, trying to piece the words together in his humble head. The journalists smile began to dim and her thin, colored in eyebrows began to crinkle. He had to act fast.

"No, not really. We are still good friends,"

• "Do you think she'll come out soon?" Jensen asked for maybe the fourth time. His baggy, blood shot eyes glued to your trailer with his foot rapidly taping, running in anxiety.

"I checked on her earlier, Jen. If you're here she won't be."•

lie.

"There's no bad blood,"

• "(Y/n), you and Jensen will be sharing a brother/sister moment together in the impala." One of the writers at the round table said. You did nothing but roll your and push the script farther away from you like a pouty four year old not wanting to eat their veggies.

"(Y/n) you don't have to if you-" Jensen began but you scoffed. Tears easily pouring over at the sound of his voice.

"Oh my fucking... don't be the hero, Jensen," you screamed causing the room to come to a defining halt, "especially since you've already chosen the role a villain."•

"We still talk."

• "(y/n) please talk to me," Jensen begged nearly grasping your elbow as you brush past him.

"Fuck off."•

Not a complete lie.

She smiled, seemingly satisfied with that answer. Jensen sighed in relief, hopefully gone unnoticed by the camera.

"That's amazing. Thank you, Jensen. Have a great rest of your evening!" She said finally, walking off