Chance Encounters

Presents

Collapsing into bed that night, you couldn't wipe off the huge smile on your face no matter how hard you tried. Today had been amazing, one of your all time favorite days, and you were kind of sad to see it coming to an end.

"Y/N?" Jensen's voice rang out through the house as he tried to find you. When the two of you had gotten home, you had gone up to your room, planning on changing into pajama's before joining Jensen for a nightcap. But when you had gotten up there, the bed had looked so inviting that you couldn't help but lay down. For at least a minute. And that minute turned into two and here you were, almost ten minutes later. Still dressed in your regular clothes, in a happy, blissful mood. 

"Still up here." You yelled back, still making no move to get off of the bed. Laying there, in a zone out sort of way, you smiled when you saw Jensen peak around the door frame.

"I thought you were coming down for drinks and presents?" He asked, stepping farther into the room. Stretching your arms above your head, you yawned widely.

"I was. I am. The bed just looked lonely." You told him, giddy at the deep chuckle he let out at your words. 

"What about me? I was waiting down there, this cute little present in my hands, wondering where my girl had gone off to. I was getting lonely too," He teased, his hand running up your leg, skimming your hip before resting on your hip. 

"Fine." You muttered, pretending to pout. Standing up, you went over to the dresser, pulling out one of Jensen's long flannel shirts. Quickly changing into it, you couldn't help but feel his eyes on your skin, your cheeks blushing from the intensity.

Leaving my heavy socks on, I turned to Jensen, placing my hands on my hips. "Alright, I'm ready. Let's get this show on the road."

"You should always wear my shirts." He whispered, his hand brushing against my back as we walked out of the room, heading down the stairs. Most of the lights were off in the house, except for those on the Christmas tree. The electric fireplace was running, sending off a warming glow. A couple of coffee mugs sat on the table beside the tree, wrapped presents sitting out in front. 

Handing you a cup, you could smell the rich, creamy hot chocolate covered with fluffy white marshmallows. "So, Merry Christmas. I hope it's been a good day for you so far." He said, acting a little nervous which made him even more adorable. 

"It's probably been one of my all time favorite days." You assured him. "Spending the day with Jared and Gen was perfect. She's so sweet."

"Good. I'm glad." He said, taking your cup from you. "Here."

Handing you a present, he sat down, taking a sip of his own chocolate. It wasn't the smaller package he had shown you earlier, but a big heavy box. Ripping open the wrapping paper, you smiled at the briefcase. "Thank you!" 

"I figured with your new job you could use a new briefcase. Especially since you might be traveling you could use this." He mumbled, looking a little flustered, hoping that you would like his present.

"It's perfect, I love it!" You assured him, setting it off to the side. Reaching in, you pulled out on of your presents, handing it over to him. It wasn't much, but it was a nice scarf you had gotten him while you had been in California. Handing him the box, you sipped your coffee as you waited. 

Faster than you had, he had the package opened, running his hand along the smooth fabric. "This is gorgeous, thank you so much."

Wrapping it around his neck, he reached in, holding the small box in his hand. Acting fast, you grabbed your other gift for him, handing it over. "Open this please."

"But you haven't opened your other one." He started arguing, but you just shook your head. 

"Open it."

Unwrapping it, he opened the box, pulling out the medallion on a thin rope. Holding it up high, he stared at it, and you waited nervously, afraid that he hated it. "It's over a hundred years old. The man said it's meant as a protection piece. Whoever wears it will feel the protection and love from whoever gave it to them. But if you don't like it..."

"I love it." He said, his voice thick with emotion. "It's amazing." Holding it up, he placed it around his neck. "I'm never taking it off." 

Coming over to you, he pressed his lips sweetly to yours. "Mmm, chocolate." He teased, before stepping back. "Now here, open this." 

Staring down at the small box, you took it with slightly trembling hands. Ripping the paper, you stared down at the black velvet box. Glancing back up at him, you could see the love shining in his eyes. "Open it." He ordered softly.

Pushing against the lid, you opened it to find a gorgeous ring settled inside. "Jensen." You breathed, as he reached over and gently took the box from you.

"It's not an engagement ring. Unless you want it to be." He started off, chuckling nervously. "But I just wanted something to let you know how much you mean to me. It's a promise ring. A promise that I will always love you, and that I want you in my life."

"Wow. This is so much more than I expected. It's beautiful." You answered as he slipped the ring onto your finger. 

"I hope that you don't mind. But I just wanted something to let everyone know you are mine. That I love you, so freaking much it scares me." He continued on, stopping with you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your lips to his.

"I know that feeling." You agreed. "I've never felt so much love for anyone until I met you. Your parents will be sad it's only a promise ring."

"They'll get over it. And who knows, maybe soon you'll be getting an actual engagement ring." He teased, before grabbing your hand and pulling you up the stairs.