Love over Hate

Flying In

Lounging in the backyard, the book sliding from your grasp as you nodded off, you didn't hear Jared pull up, or the garage door open. As you sat there, just barely asleep, you didn't notice the cushion dipping. But you did feel the brush of his hand against your cheek, and the lips that grazed your own.

"Mmm." You mumbled, your eyes blinking open to stare up at Jared. "Is it already time for you to be home?"

With a deep chuckle he nodded. "I'm a little late actually. The last scene wouldn't work. But I noticed you packed for me."

"I did." You said, stretching your arms before he slid you over in the chair. Folding his large frame into the lounge next to you, he pulled you into his arms. "Jar, what are you doing? Don't we have to get going?" You asked, even though you found yourself snuggling deeper into his embrace.

"We have a couple of minutes, especially since my girlfriend was nice enough to pack for me." He replied, his hand rubbing your hip.

"Hmm, she sounds nice." You played along, loving the way his eyes twinkled with mischief. 

"She's amazing." He told you, leaning down and capturing your lips with his. "I'm so glad she said yes to going out with me."

"Even if she's a lot younger than you?" You asked, the fact still bothering you more than you cared to admit.

"Age doesn't mean anything." He insisted. "I don't care if your ten years younger than me, or ten years older, you're the one I want to be with."

"And I don't care that you're going to get gray haired and wrinkled before me." You teased, laughing when he stuck his tongue out at you. 

Smacking you on the butt, he pressed his lips against yours once again, playfully nibbling on your lip. "I betcha I'll look smoking hot as an old man."

Too caught up in his teeth nibbling on your lower lip, you didn't answer right away. Pressing your body tighter to his, you wrapped your arms up, threading your fingers through his hair. "Y/N." He groaned, his hands moving from your hips, cupping your butt as he pressed you tighter to him. "I want this, but not know." He muttered, his forehead against yours as he took deep, steadying breaths. "We don't have enough time. And for our first time I want to do it right."

"I get it." You agreed, reluctantly pulling away. Letting him stand up first, you joined him. "I'm going to go freshen up. I'll be ready in five."

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A short time later you were sitting next to Jared on the plane as it took off from Vancouver. Jensen and Misha were occupying the seats next to you, busy arguing about something. "You okay?" Jared asked you, seeing how stiff your body had become, the way your fingers kept tapping the arm rest. Reaching over, he turned his hand over, grasping your hand in his, threading his fingers through yours.

"Just a little nervous." You admitted. You had tried hard to keep your nervousness and concerns away from Jared, not wanting him to be anxious about this convention as well. You knew how much he loved conventions, and you didn't want to put a damper on that at all. 

"Y/N, there's nothing to be worried about. Conventions are super fun." He told you, as Misha leaned over your chair, his face inches from yours.

"You're nervous about the convention?" He asked. "I don't think the fans will be too hard on you. After all it is your first time. They usually wait until your seasoned before they start the torture."

Watching as Jared glared at Misha, you relaxed just a little bit. "Misha, you're aren't helping."

"Actually, he is." You told the both of them. "It's just my first time in the public eye since Jared and I became a couple, and the fans hadn't been the nicest at the start. I just hope they don't run me through the gauntlet when I get there." 

"I don't think that will happen." Jared assured you. "And one of us will be with you the entire time, so you don't have to worry."

You gave them both a smile, even though you weren't feeling that reassured. You knew how women could be, especially when your boyfriend was the one they were madly crushing on. They could be ruthless, and unkind, no doubt caring if they threw you under the bus or not. 

The rest of the plane trip was quiet, with you snuggling into Jared. Talking quietly to Jensen, he had his arm wrapped around you. It was nice, and comforting, and you couldn't imagine a better place to be.

Soon enough the plane was touching down, and Jared reached up, grabbing both of your carry on bags. With Jensen leading the way, you walked along with Jared. A car was already waiting for the four of you, Misha climbing into the front while you were squished between Jared and Jensen. Watching the new city pass by, you immediately wished you had more time to explore the city. But your days were jam packed with panels, autographs and photo ops. Not to mention karaoke tonight, and the concert tomorrow. You weren't singing, but Jensen was, and you didn't want to miss it.

Upon arriving at the hotel, you were a little disappointed to realize the staff had booked you your own room, and you wouldn't be sharing with Jared. "Hey, don't worry about it. They won't care if you don't use it." He whispered into your ear as you entered the elevator. 

"Maybe it's for the best." You whispered, watching as confusion etched his face. "Maybe for the convention, at least my first one, we should stay separate."

Pulling you tight against him, you gasped, looking back at Jensen and Misha who were in the elevators with you. But they just winked at you before turning their backs, giving you as much privacy as they could in the tight quarters. "I don't want to stay separate. I was hoping we could continue on our afternoon activities. But truthfully Y/N, I don't care what everyone else thinks. Sure, we're going to get backlash about our relationship. But that's no reason to push each other away."

"Are you sure?" You asked him, still feeling nervous and unsure about this whole weekend. And the room issue was doing nothing to help it.

"Of course I'm sure." He told you as Jensen and Misha left the elevator. "Stay with me. I want to wake up with you in my arms."