FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Nineteen;

Chapter Nineteen

The snow was crisp and fluffy on the ground, but crunched under your boots as you walked towards the lone streetlamp at the edge of the pick-up spot of the local train station. You weren't kidding when you told Jensen that your mother lived in the middle of nowhere; you even cracked the joke that she would be picking the two of you up with a horse and buggy.

"So what can I expect when it comes to meeting Mother Y/L/N?" Jensen asked while you anxiously tore at the remains of your water bottle label in your hands.

"Well," you answered, leaning forward towards the asphalt of the road in front of you, trying to get a heads up on your mother's tan minivan as it made its way towards the two of you. So far there was no sign of it. "You know how your mother is?"

You saw his head bob up and down from the corner of your eye. "Think the opposite of that."

"Come on, she can't be that bad."

Your heart was already pounding in your chest at the thought of your mother interrogating the hell out of Jensen. "Jay, the woman doesn't even own a television. She still has a flip phone for god's sake."

He busted out a laugh before taking a solidifying breath and putting an arm around you. "So, assuming by that statement and how neurotic you are acting, she doesn't know that I'm famous."

"Yep," you answered curtly.

"And is that why you didn't want Cliff tagging along?"

"You would be correct, sir."

He gave a little hum of approval before pulling you closer to his body in an effort to keep you warm. You couldn't resist burying your face in the layers between his jacket and his t-shirt, feeling the soft fabric against your cheek. "This will be kind of nice."

"Hm?"

"I just think," you felt his arms shift as they wrapped themselves around your waist before he continued speaking. "It will be nice to be around someone who doesn't look at me like I'm a different species of human."

You lifted your chin to look up towards Jensen, his face just a shadow under the brightness of the lamp. "You are a different species, Ackles."

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or as an insult."

Laughing, you snuggled yourself closer to him as the wind picked up, blowing a burst of snow in your general direction. "Take that however you would like."

He didn't answer, just pulled you close enough that he could rest his chin on the top of your head. Despite you being a nervous wreck about bringing home the first guy ever to meet the most important person in your life; you were kind of excited at the same time. You never felt the need to show someone the different parts of your childhood and what made you who you were today.

If you weren't careful, you could close your eyes and fall asleep in the position that the two of you were standing in. Thankfully a car turned the corner up ahead, blinding your poor eyeballs in the process.

Two quick honks and you knew exactly who was driving that mom-mobile to the point of almost riding up on the curb. "Annnnd that would be mother."

"Please tell me she didn't teach you how to drive too?" He teased, giving you a smirk, so deep you saw that little dimple in his cheek, when you shot him a glare.

The tired and rusty looking vehicle had barely come to a complete spot, let alone a park, when the driver's side door flew open and a pair of hands covered in mittens came soaring out. A matching knitted hat just barely poked it's way over the roof of the car.