FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Twenty-Four;

Chapter Twenty-Four

"What in the what now?" you shook your head, trying to make sense of what he was saying to you. This had to be some delusion your mind was trying to make up to cope with this situation. "Am I already that drunk?"

A small, nervous smirk formed, but his hand stayed, cupping the side of your face. "It is an option."

"And what? The contract just magically disappears?"

His hand dropped down, but he still kept the tips of his fingers in contact with the exposed skin of your arm. "Not exactly."

You groaned, leaning back against the bar with your eyes closed, while trying to use some sort of physic ability to get the bartender to bring you another drink. Lord knows you needed it with how this evening was going. From finding out that the man you were head of heels in love with had a child with some vindictive, horrible woman and that his best friend's wife supposedly knew about the girl all along, to this pretty half-assed suggestion that could almost pass off as a proposal.

Turning your attention back to Jensen, you saw that his eyes were searching yours patiently. "What's on your mind baby girl?"

"Everything," you admitted.

He shifted, removing his contact from you to swing you back around to face towards the bar before joining you on the stool next to you. "How can I help sort through that mess?"

"Buy me another shot," you joked, giving him a tipsy bit of a grin.

Without hesitation, Jensen swung his hand up, signaling for the bartender to bring your both another round. You didn't miss the little smirk he had when the man pulled out your favorite bottle of tequila. "For future reference, is this where I should always go looking for you when something goes a little haywire?"

"Future?"

You heard him take a sharp breath before tossing his little glass back. Sliding it across the counter, he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Well, I guess that concern comes with what you are about to tell me."

He was talking about his suggestion of marriage, you could just tell by the hopeful glimmer in his beautiful green eyes. You were defiantly going to need all the hard stuff in the world to get through this one.

"First," you answered, tilting your own glass in his direction before gulping it down swiftly. "That was a shit proposal, Ackles."

"It was spur of the moment," he defended himself with a chuckle.

You gave him a small smirk before turning your attention back towards your hands. You focused in on that one finger on your left hand and thought about how it would feel to have a ring weighing down on it. "Second, what would us getting married have to do with our little contract?"

"Well, I called Henry and explained what Danneel was threatening to reveal, as I was running around with Jared trying to figure out where the hell you ran off to," he started with a pointed look in your direction. "He said that one way to make it look like that damn paper never existed was for us to get married. Supposedly he could make it look like it was a prenup."

You shook your head thinking about how foolish this all sounded; this was starting to really sound more and more like some sort of fantasy. "This is crazy."

"Is it?"

"Yes, Jensen, it is," you sighed. "I can't marry you just because it will look better to the public."

He was silent for a moment before he cleared his throat, shifting side to side. "So, you can't.. because it's kind of like the contract we are already in?"