FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Twelve;

Chapter Twelve

Jensen

Mom was sitting on the back porch, sipping a cup of coffee while looking over the hills to where the sun was starting to break through the horizon, when I snuck downstairs. Shades of orange and pink painted the edge of the sky as the rest of the world slept and Mom sat in her favorite rocking chair, sliding back and forth while humming quietly to herself.

I had been hoping to have a couple minutes to myself to get through some thoughts, but looks like momma knew that I needed something else.

"I know you're there baby," she said in a sing-song tone, never stopping her rocking. "Why don't you come over and have a seat?"

She didn't need to ask me twice.

Rubbing the leftover sleep from my face, I reached where Momma was rocking and sat down in the billowy patio chair beside her. Like the mother she was, she reached a hand over and gently patted my face with a small grin.

"What's got you up so early baby? Something on your mind?"

I was forever in awe of how my mother could practically read minds. "Just.. things. Lots of things of my mind these days."

Her thumb grazed over the stubble on my cheek, it was the byproduct of not shaving for a couple of days now. I was on vacation, no reason to go over the top with appearances, besides I always thought Dean looked his best with a little facial hair. "Are these 'things' an ex-girlfriend kind of thing or is something else troubling ya?"

I stayed silent.

"Jay, you eventually are going to have to tell me what happened between the two of you."

"I know, Ma. I know." I answered while sitting back, stretching my arms over the back of the chair. I kept my eyes in front, watching as the sun tried to get in on waking up the rest of the house. "It's just not something that I want to relive."

I heard her sigh next to me; whether it was out of frustration of being kept in the dark for all these years or out of pity for me, I would never know. Momma was the type that she always wanted to make sure she was there for us, but she would never let on when things got hectic for her. "Hon, I'm not stupid. I can tell that Danneel did ya wrong."

My silence made her continue, "You know something else I can tell?"

"Hm?"

She shifted in her sit, adjusting her crossed and jean clad legs so that she was facing me. "I can tell that you feel something fierce for that girl upstairs. Something that I didn't even see when you were with Dee."

Her words startled and scared me.

"Ma," I spoke quickly, but once I got the word out, I realized that I didn't even know where to begin. "It's not what you think."

Her eyebrows rose for a minute while she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "You might think that you can hide things from me Jay, but when I can see it with my own eyes, there's no denying it."

Her words struck a chord within me. Something about Y/N was just different, even from the night that I brought her home, when she giggled the whole cab ride there. Or the way that she chewed on her bottom lip when she was trying to remember the night in question. Hell, even her sarcastic comments in the elevator had me almost pressing the emergency stop button just to keep her all to myself. I had to shower that morning after just to get my head on straight because the rational part of me knew that I was just another bed for her to lay in.

Apparently I had been severally mistaken on that one.

She's proven me wrong time and time again. Especially when she demanded that I kiss her yesterday, that was the last thing on my mind after hearing that Danneel would be here, but hell, she gave me the distraction of a life time. Even when Dee tried to start the usual cattiness that followed her everywhere, all I could think about was getting Y/N all to myself again.