Who are you? (Jensen Ackles FanFic)

Chappie 25!!!

So hi... Again... I'm back... Again!
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•Destiny's PoV

Jensen was in the middle of the street, the boys and I have no other choice but to fish him out of the street before he's road kill. I can hear Abel and Salma gasp, as Jared lunged himself onto drunk Jensen. The more I watched Misha and Jared wrestle a bottle out of the hands of a man I once loved only made the air colder. I didn't feel when I began to cry, but what I did feel was the rush of anxiety I felt when Jensen made his way back towards us. I no longer felt the alcohol that was once in my system, it was drained from my body. I was so sober, sober enough to run a marathon. Jensen, Jared and Misha slid into the back seat, and a quick bye to Salma and Abel were faintly remembered. The only thing my mind would let me focus on was my hands on the wheel, my foot on the pedal and Jensen's voice. He cried and sobbed and begged to be let go, to be able to see me, to take back what he did.

We finally arrived home, safe and maybe not so sound. I hadn't realized that Jensen was so drunk, he hardly recognized who I was. I took advantage of that, I didn't want to see him, or him to see me. I took off these goddamned heels and walked to my room, well, Jared's room.

I need to get these clothes off now. Once they're thrown on the floor, I find one of Jared's shirts and throw it over my head, feeling the fabric swallow me whole. Makeup wipe, then sleep. I don't want to wake up.

Jensen's PoV

It was a Friday night and everything feels a lot more lonely on a weekend. Especially when you're 24 and young and "thriving". I feel as if I have no choice, down a bottle of whiskey or something and just kill the pain. Who cares anymore, right? I'm alone.

A couple beers, shots and maybe a bottle of wine later I can hardly feel anything. I can hardly recall what I'm doing. All I know is that me and my bottle need a walk. I'm headed downtown I think, it's colder here than I expected it to be but that's not going to stop me from getting the fresh air my body needs! I'm gonna cross the street... I think... Who cares? And then this taxi honks at me, who do they think they are?? I don't even know what I'm saying but I know I'm saying something ! I better be! This bastard he thinks he owns the street; I am a taxpayer this is my street! But, before I can throw my bottle at the grimy man behind the wheel some huge ass... Human? Sasquatch? I'm not sure, but it's making me mad. I manage to look at the man holding me, and it's Jared, and soon enough, Misha. He too wrestles me and before my drunken mind processes anything, I'm in a car with my bottle gone. The driver is quiet, everyone is quiet. I guess there really are no words to say.

The driver is quick to walk away into Jared's house. Her small frame looking so familiar, I know her. I'm sober enough to recognize that I know her but still too drunk to recognize her completely. But my train of thought is quickly interrupted by Jared's hands dragging my limp body into his home. With no mercy, I'm simply tossed onto the couch... I've fucked up. Real bad.

I don't remember falling asleep. I don't want to wake up. I'm scared of what's to come.

It's the light that I feel, it's burning my eyes even when closed and there's an undeniable amount of pain making its way from my toes to my head. Where am I? What happened? As soon as I thought that, the obnoxiously strong smell of liquor flooded my nose; it was me. Just like the pounding headache, along came the pounding shame, I just couldn't believe that this is what I've amounted up to. The confusion surrounding my whereabouts faded, realizing that I was laying in Jared and Misha's couch, and if I was here that meant that she was here, too. I needed to leave, I needed to leave now because I can't risk her seeing me like this. Or had she seen me this way already? I may know where I'm at but I have no full recollection of what really went on last night and I don't think I want to know. 

I'm trying so hard, to lift my head off of this damn couch, but it hurts. Every inch of my body cries out in pain with any move I try to make. I lay there and fight the tears, I cannot explain the amount of shame and humiliation coursing through me, just all that has happened between Destiny and I, Jared and Misha and I, it all comes crashing onto me like I can't explain. I don't realize I'm crying until I hear shuffling in the living room, I can't dare to face who it is, whether it's Misha, Destiny or Jared... I can't.

It no longer matters, the person in the living room was Destiny. My heart hurts more than ever, I hear her small feet come closer, she's rounding the couch and finally she's above me. I can smell her perfume, I can almost smell her skin. Dare I open my eyes? Dare I look this woman in the face? I am ashamed, I am a coward and it only causes the tears to rush to my eyes, no hesitation, they flood me. I can hear her moving over my own heavy breathing, but I cannot bring myself to open my eyes. I feel her warmth, it's closer than before, like she's kneeling in front of me, she wants me to see her. She wants to see me, I know her so well, she doesn't look at you, she looks in you and she knows. She sees all of your sins, and I don't know how she does it. So I open my eyes.