No Place Like You

This Christmas

Word Count: 1151

Warnings: language, Jensen being a cute little shit

Jensen's POV (About a week ago)

These past few weeks have been hell. I know it shouldn't be this bad, but I miss Y/N like crazy. Those few days we spent together were some of the most pure fun days I've ever had. I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't been counting down the days until I get to be back there again. She's just got this thing about her.

We've stayed in pretty much constant contact since we went our separate ways. We exchange texts, calls, and even FaceTime when we get the chance, but it's just not the same. The tiny little screen on the phone doesn't do her justice, and I can't catch the slight wife of her perfume through it either. Damn these are the longest days ever, and unfortunately, I have to endure a couple more of them.

I had originally planned to be there in a couple days, however we've had a few issues and it's going to take a couple more days to shoot. Y/N understands, after all she's had a few days like that in the studio, I'm sure, but it still sucks.

Y/N's POV (Present time)

I have been in the kitchen running around like a mad woman for what seems like hours. It's just something women in my family have always done. We bake shit. It's in my blood, and Christmas is like crack to women who bake okay. I'm just about to take a batch of cookie out of the oven when my phone buzzes on the counter. Y/F/N. probably calling to tell me she landed safely. She flew out early this morning to spend christmas with her family.

"Hey girl! How was the flight?"

She sounded just as cheerful as ever, and I don't see how anyone could be such when they've just been on a plane for that long. "It was okay, you know, it was a flight. What can you say."

I have the phone on speaker, so that I can keep going while I talk to her, but being the graceful human being I am, I manage to drop a pan on the floor, resulting in a loud crash, and a muffled 'shit'.

"Still baking I see."

"Shut up, Y/F/N."

She lets out a cackle, "Oh you know you love me."

If eye rolls could be heard, she'd be getting an earful right about know.

"So, Y/N, when's Jensen coming in?" I can't help but to notice the ever present teasing in her voice.

"Sometime tomorrow. I don't know the exact time yet though."

We talk a little bit more about all the things he and I had discussed doing, and about what I am baking at the moment.

"Sounds like fun!"

"Yea, I think it will be really fun!" I agree. "Oh, gotta go, he's calling. Probably with his flight info. Call you later. Love you!"

I end her line, and pick up Jensen's call. "Hey!"

The conversation is pretty typical, we talk about what we did today, and he tells me his palns for tomorrow. "Oh wait, one more thing. I need to know what to pack. The weather says it's snowing there now, can you look and see if it's snowing."

"Jensen, I'm looking right out the window in my kitchen. It's not snowing."

There's a slight pause, "Well, maybe not in the backyard, but what about in the front yard?" That's not weird at all.

"Jensen I swear..." My words are cut short when I open the front door and am greeted by bright green eyes, and sparkling white teeth. "What? You weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow!" I throw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"We finished earlier than we expected, and I decided to come tonight instead. I wanted to surprise you." He says, leaning down and planting a little peck on my lips.

"You did that for sure." I giggle.

"You still baking?"

"Yea actually."

A boyish grin makes it's way to his lips. "Can I help?"

"You want to help me bake?"

"Yea, It'll be fun!"

The next couple hours are full of laughing, singing along with the radio, and just having a grand old time in the kitchen. I wouldn't say that I have ever been the neatest person in the kitchen, but things have gotten way messier with him in the kitchen with me. Let's just say there's probably more flour on us and around the kitchen than there is in the stuff we are baking.

A half and hour, and about a dozen paper towels later, the kitchen looks almost good as new, and the final batch of goodies have just come out of the oven. Jensen moves them to a cooling rack, and I hop up on the counter, ready to enjoy the fruits of my labor. The frosted cookie I have been eyeing all day, is finally mine, and it is delicious!

As Jensen turns back towards me, he breaks out into a laughing fit.

"What?"

He walks over to me, standing between my knees, hands rested on my thighs. "You... you-" He can't stop laughing long enough to get it out. "You have frosting all over your mouth." My hand instantly flies up to feel out the situation, but is quickly caught in his larger hands. "It's okay, I got it." He leans forward, brushing his lips against mine, in a loving kiss. His tongue ever so gently sweeps across my lip, ridding it ove the sugary mess. The sweets around us look like bitter old dust compared to the sweetness of this moment. His arms wrap around my waist, and my fingers thread their way into his hair. I wish I could stay like this forever.

When we finally break away, it's my turn to laugh. "Now your mouth is blue too!"

He just grins stupidly, and nods. "It was worth it."

We change into comfortable clothes, and whip up some hot chocolate, before settling into the couch, and finding a christmas movie on tv. He shifts his bodu slightly to be leaned up against the arm of the couch at an angle, and pulls me to him. Before long, my mug is push by the wayside, abandoned in favor of the warmth of his body next to me. I snuggle up like a little kitten, all curled into his side, with my head rested on his chest, letting myself be lulled to sleep by the light music of the movie, and the soft pitter patter of his heart, as he mindless runs his fingers through my hair.

Who says you need family around Christmas? I'll take this any day.