FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Eight;

Chapter Eight

Sleep hadn't been your friend lately.

You spent your nights tossing and turning in your bed. Nothing seemed to be comfortable, not the clothes you were wearing, not your pillows, not the sheets, not your thoughts. Absolutely nothing.

Spending some of your sleepless nights watching Supernatural on your laptop, while you caught up on the e-mails between your friends. Why on the laptop? Because you knew if you openly watched it in the living room, Jensen would have a field day and distract you from the storyline. And despite not knowing much about the show before meeting the man who made one of your favorite Winchester boys who he was, you knew that he would sit there all boastfully happy that you were admiring his work. There was no reason to crush his dreams that you were more of a Sam girl at the moment.

Then again you were only in season three.

Your friends always had a million questions for you. They always asked how you were doing and how Jensen was treating you. Janet always asked about Jared, Olivia always asked if you were eating enough and Briana asked if the beer tasted different in Canada. Answering their insane questions always made you laugh, but you wanted to be honest and tell them that you were feeling conflicted about things lately, but if you did then you'd have to elaborate about what you were conflicted on.

And that was a can of worms that even you were afraid to peel open.

"Dammit Y/N, I need to get in there," Jensen shouted, banging on the bathroom door for the second time in five minutes.

Daydreaming in the shower seemed to be another past time you had picked up because clearly losing sleep wasn't enough. "Don't get your panties in a bunch," you shouted back, rinsing hair out one last time.

You stepped out quickly, wrapping your towel around you securely, but another aggressive rap on the door left you no time to semi-dry your hair. "I swear Jensen," you growled, throwing open the door. "I was only in there for fifteen minutes tops."

He stared at you, anger still etched in his features, but his eyes appeared to soften when you stepped out. "I have an interview."

"And what time is your interview?"

He turned and glanced into the kitchen, most likely trying to read the clock. "In about thirty minutes."

You gawked at him, "Why the hell are you just now getting ready?"

"I overslept," he groaned, trying to step around you, but only causing you to back up slightly into the wall behind you.

His body heat was overbearing the chill that always came with stepping out of the shower. You couldn't help but shudder a bit at the sudden change in temperatures. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that Jensen was standing just as close to you as the night that he kissed you.

"Oh," you muttered softly, eyeing his lips momentarily before trying to shimmy by him. "If it helps, I've been having trouble sleeping too."

For a moment, you felt his eyes on you and it looked like he started to extend his arm in an effort to stop you from getting out from him under his frame, but you knew that was just your imagination running wild with your lack of sleep. You watched as his eyes shifted from your eyes, towards your lips and then back up. "What makes you think I can't sleep?"

You shrugged, leaning against the wall completely now. "I can hear you getting up to go to the kitchen for water."

"And here I thought if acting didn't pan out, I could get some work being a stealthy ninja."