FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Nine;

Chapter Nine

T-Minus twelve days until Thanksgiving. Well, the American one that is.

You had been dreading this day more than any other day. Today was the day Jensen, Cliff and yourself all flew down to Dallas to spend his two-week filming break with his family. Even though both Jensen and Henry had suggested that you should make another pit spot in Ohio to visit your mother, you know, to make it more "authentic," but you had said that you needed time to think about it. Really the defining moment would be how things went over with Jensen's family before you even thought about bringing your mom into this.

Because when all is said and done, it's still just a piece of paper that is getting one of you paid and the other off easy.

"Miss Y/L/N, do you want me to take your bags?" Cliff asked you, pulling you out of your circling thoughts.

The flight into Texas had been just as smooth as when you flew in Vancouver and your thoughts had been just the same; a giant mess of emotions and different scenarios. None of which ever worked in your favor. Your stomach was so tight that when the stewardess came through and asked about snacks, you could barely make words without feeling like you were going to throw up.

"No, no," you offered a half assed smile to your favorite body guard. "I think I can handle pushing my own suitcase for once. You already do so much for me Cliff."

The huskier man returned the gesture and you hoped that he knew that you meant he really did a lot for you. Sometimes you felt like it was a little too much.

"Y/N," Jensen glanced at you while the three of you stepped past the threshold of the plane and into the more crowed airport. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little green."

A solid glance in his direction, you knew that he was getting a huge kick out of your apprehensiveness right now. "You know damn well, Ackles, I don't do well with meeting the parents."

"You told me the other night that you literally only met your high school boyfriend's mother," you didn't have to see him to know that he was wiggly his eyebrows condescendingly at you. "And we all know how long ago that was."

If there weren't so many people around you would have smacked him hard. Who knew how that would look to the press; the last thing you needed on this trip was Henry calling you up and bitching about how the public was viewing your relationship as on the "rocks."

"And she hated me."

"Maybe she had a good reason too," he teased.

You poked your tongue out at him before going back focusing on not losing Cliff, who was a good couple of steps in front of the two of you. Another silence fell over the group as you continued to make your way to the rental vehicle section where Cliff had gone ahead and reserved an SUV similar to the one that was sitting in the parking lot of your apartment in Canada.

Once you reached your destination, you and Jensen hung back while Cliff approached the counter and took care of the rest of the details before you could be on your way to the Ackles estate. Seriously, you heard Jensen on the phone the other day – he actually called it the family estate.

"Just breathe," Jensen spoke to you, lazily throwing and arm around your shoulders. "I swear, there is nothing like some real southern hospitality. Even if my mom hates you, she sure as hell isn't going to let you know it."

"Well that's reassuring," you moaned, shoving his arm off of you and heading towards Cliff who had a set of keys in hand.

You heard Jensen laugh, but chose to ignore it out of spite of his lack of empathy to your feelings towards meeting his parents. He was a freaking actor who knew who to work the room when he felt out of place and unwanted; you were pretty sure the man could smile at a stranger and they would feel like their life had changed, while you on the other hand wore your emotions on your sleeve. Especially the ugly ones.