Mistakes of a Rock Star (Jensen Ackles FanFic)

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The next day I let Jensen listen to me play. It was something I hadn't done in years. He seemed lost in the music. Like he was being comforted by an old friend as I sang a pop song I had heard on the radio. He smiled at me as I sat the guitar down. That's when I noticed he had been playing with my camera.

"What are you doing?" I asked with curiosity.

"You should think of being on the other end of the camera," he informed me.

"That's easy for you to say the camera loves you," I pointed out as I took my camera from his hands and sat it down.

"You're not the only one who knows their way around a camera," he announced. I raised my eyebrow at his comment. Not bothering to look into it any more.

"Come on I've got some stuff to show you," He changed the subject as he stood to exit the studio.

"I've been meaning to show you around here," he said as we entered a barn. I had been so wrapped up in work I hadn't even noticed that there had been a barn on the other side of the house.

"Ever been on a horse?" he asked. I smirked.

"One or two of them," I said slyly.

Once he saddled up the horses I slipped into the saddle with ease.

"That's pretty good," he praised as he got onto his horse. I turned the horse without a single issue and ran a circle around him.

"One or two huh?" he questioned. I shrugged shyly.

"Did I forget to mention my dad used to be a photograph for horse shows, and that I was part of 50% of them?" Jensen smirked his sideways grin shaking his head.

"So what's your deal?" He asked as we started riding down a trail.

"What do you mean?"

"You can sing, and you don't," he inquired.

"Singing was something my mom did, she left my dad and me to try and make it big. I was six never heard from her again. When I found out I had the ability it made me curious, I learned to play guitar and things, but I didn't want to be my mom. Not at all. She broke my dad and I couldn't do the same so I took to my second love, which turns out was amazing. I like being behind the lens and not in front of it," I admitted.

"Damn shame," I thought I heard him mumble.

"So what about you?" I could see him grow uncomfortable.

"What about me?" he looked down at the ground never making eye contact with me.

"Look I've shared all kinds of things so what are you not telling me Ackles,"

"I'm not who everyone makes me out to be," he whispered.

"Never said or thought you were," I told him. "So what's so bad you need pictures to improve your image?"

"When I got a name for myself a lot of rumors flew around that I was a play boy and that I liked to party all the time. The rumor stuck pretty hard."

"So what's so bad about that? Every musician has that image."

"Not what I wanted for my name, yeah it helped some for publicity, but then every time I would get an interview or paparazzi would approach things would always go bad. My manager at the time insisted I keep it up. That the negative was better than no publicity. So I kept it up. It started to make me really question who I was. Jared, who was a manager for some other acts at the time, pulled me aside and asked me what the hell I was doing. It wasn't me. I was starting to make Gen and my folks pretty upset reading the things that were being printed. I was becoming someone I wasn't and I didn't like it. So I fired my other manager and hired Jared. He wanted to make me who I was again. Make it about the music again. And that's what he's been doing for a while now," he confirmed.

"That's not really that bad."

"It was bad. I said horrible things to fans, I said horrible things to people who helped. I don't even know how they stayed behind me and supported me. I was in a bad place and I won't let that happen again."

"Come on I'll race you," I said tapping the horse gently with my heels. Jensen took off not far behind me.

Once we stopped back at the barn we were both laughing so hard we couldn't stop.

"Thanks, I needed that," he confessed as we slid from the horses and began to untack them.

That night Jensen made a fire in the pit behind the house getting us beer and marshmallows. I couldn't help but smile at the combination.

"Nice," I affirmed as I took both of the items.

"I'm not sure why I told you all that," he spoke looking into the fire.

"Maybe you needed to," I pointed out taking a sip of the beer. Jensen nodded softly. We both stared into the stars above us.

"I love the stars. Nothing more beautiful," I stated. I almost felt Jensen staring at me as I spoke but I brushed it off as I looked down into the fire.