Chance Encounters

Apart

Sitting out on Gen's porch, you watched as her two boys ran around the back yard, chasing one of their dogs. With your leg propped in front of you, you couldn't help but with the cast was off. It had been a week, already, and the Doctor still wasn't ready for you to travel just yet.

Sure, you talked to Jensen daily, sometimes even facetiming, but it wasn't the same. You hated being far away from him, and you couldn't wait to start your new job up their either. Your new company understood your issue, sending you your paperwork in Texas, setting you up as you stayed off of your leg.

"Lemonade?" Gen asked, coming out from the kitchen. Nodding, you handed her your glass, and she filled it up before sitting down next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better. I can tell my legs healing, it itches. Not that I don't enjoy your company, but I can't wait until I can go up to Canada." You told her, as her boys came running up. Thinking it was time for you to head back to your place, you ruffled the hair on Tom's hair before grabbing your crutches.

"Leaving already?" She asked, and you nodded. "At least let me give you a ride back."

"That's alright. Hang with your kids, and I'm just gonna slowly hobble my way back home." You insisted, blowing her a kiss before making your way out of her house. Using your crutches, you slowly made your way to Jensen's house, glad he only lived a block away.

By the time you made it to your doorstep, you were exhausted. You hadn't lied when you told Gen that you were feeling better, but your body was still sore, and you grew tired easily still. After making your way into the house, you went straight up the stairs, heading straight for your bed, ready for a nap. Shrugging your shoes off, you laid in bed just as your phone went off.

With a smile on your face, you answered the facetime, seeing Jensen dressed as Dean on the other side. "There's a sight for sore eyes." He exclaimed. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." You admitted. "Just walked back from Gen's. The boys say hi."

"Why didn't you have her drive you?" He asked, and you shrugged before covering up a yawn.

"I didn't want to impose." You answered him. "How's filming going?"

"Slow." He grumbled. "Our extra keeps messing up. Usually I don't mind, but I just want to get it over with so I can make my way back to you."

"Who knows, maybe I'll be up there before you know it." You told him, just as his name was called.

"That would be great. But don't push yourself. Please." He pleaded with you before blowing you a kiss.

After hanging up, you placed your phone on the nightstand, ready to fall asleep for a little bit.

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By the time you woke up again, it was dark outside. Feeling much better after your nap, you made your way downstairs, planning on ordering a pizza and going through some of your work papers. As you placed the order, you heard the door being jostled. Grabbing a knife from beside you, you waited nervously, wondering if you should be calling the cops.

"Y/N?" Jensen's voice rang out, and you put the knife back before hobbling down the hallway. Jensen stood there, looking tired but happy. Without another word, you launched yourself into his arms, cuddling as tight as you could to him.

"What are you doing here?" You asked him, just as his lips found yours.

"Filming was finished, and I couldn't wait to see you." He explained, before leaning down and picking you up in his arms.

"I can walk. Well, kind of." You argued, but he shook his head.

"Nope, don't care. I've been wanting you in my arms all week." He answered, sitting down on the couch, settling you on his lap.

"This is nice." You agreed, settling your head on the couch. Without the tv on, the two of you just sat there, enjoying each other's company. "I missed you so much."

"Please say the Doctors will let you come back with me." He questioned.

"I see them again tomorrow, so fingers crossed." You told him just as the doorbell rang, announcing your pizza.

"Expecting someone?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. Giggling, you shrugged.

"Just pizza."

"Yum." He exclaimed, as you scooted off of his lap, letting him go to the door. Soon, you were back against his side, a slice of pizza in your hand as the two of you watched mindless TV. It was a nice evening, one that you had missed.

"So, how's winter in Vancouver?" You asked him, still not used to the fact that you could walk around in flip flops in January.

"Cold. Be glad that you're down here, not up where it's snowing and freezing." He told you.

"I like snow. I'm not used to this heat."

Noticing the yawn he tried to hide, you stood up, shushing him when he started to argue. "Shh, I've been doing this while you were gone." Taking the empty plates, you made your way into the kitchen, dumping them in the sink. They could wait until the morning. Jensen was leaning against the doorway as you turned around, and reaching out, he picked you back up in his arms.

"I know my leg is broken, but I can walk." You told him, but he just shrugged.

"I like you in my arms." Was all he said as he made his way up the stairs, dropping you on your bed.

"As much as I would like to make love to you, I'm exhausted. Do you mind if we just fall asleep tonight?" He asked.

"I don't mind at all." You told him, changing into your pajama's. Sliding into bed, you cuddled against his side, glad to have him back with you once again. Knowing that the next time he went up to Canada, you could go with him.

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