FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Twenty-Six;

Chapter Twenty-Six

You didn't know how you let Jensen talk you into hitting up the gym this early on Saturday, but here you were, sweating your tits out of your sports bra on the treadmill. You were pretty sure that exercise was a form of torture.

"How you doing over there?"

With labored breathing, you glanced over to where Jensen was laying down on a bench with some heavy looking weights in each head, raising and lowering them above his shoulder with slow precision. "Possibly plotting ways I could kill you and get away with it."

He let out a burst of air, a chuckle followed in on the action. "Come on, this is a great way to start the day."

"Maybe in hell."

Another slow rise and fall, his biceps straining against the cotton of his t-shirt. "You know- "

"I swear if you tell me you've been there, I will find a way to make that version of hell look like it was a cake walk."

You saw his eyebrow raise in either amusement at your comment or out of curiosity. With a heavy breath, you watched as he dropped the weights to his side before sitting up; the back of his shirt completely drenched in sweat. "What if I told you that my hell would be living life without you?"

"Ackles," you rolled your eyes despite the fit of butterflies that were fighting to get oxygen in the pit of your belly. "If you are just trying to butter me up so that I'll agree to do this again, I won't admit that it's working."

"Really?"

"Mhm," you huffed again, slowing down your pace just enough so that your heart didn't feel like it was going to explode from your chest.

Jensen stood up from the bench, making his way over to you with a playful sort of grin on his lips. It was the kind of grin you would imagine the Cheshire cat wearing before he trapped an innocent mouse between his claws; or one that may have been the reason that you even fell into bed with Jensen to begin with.

In a single swift movement, he reached over and pressed the down arrow on the speed side of the treadmill. He continued to press it until you were completely stopped in front of him. You eyed the man standing before you carefully, "Jensen?"

He didn't answer you. Instead he walked around until he was standing at eye level with you – although you still had the advantage of being all of an inch taller due to the height of the treadmill you were still standing on.

"Jensen.. what are you doing?"

"Nothing," he said softly, still keeping that little smirk on his lips while he leaned forward until they had found yours.

The man had a way of knowing just what buttons to push to make you want to hate him, like convincing your to workout with him this morning, but he also knew exactly what to do to make you even forget that thought all together.

He pulled his mouth away carefully, like he wasn't sure exactly how you would respond to his action. You gave him a semi-frustrated sigh, only this time it wasn't because he made you step out of your comfort zone. "Yeah, nothing my ass."

"No, really, it's nothing."

You continued to eye him carefully. "Why don't I believe that?"

"Because," he shrugged before bringing your lips back into contact with his. Only this time, you couldn't help, but wrap your arms around his neck, completely giving in to the embrace. When he pulled away after several long minutes, he kept his mouth close to yours, "Want to call it a day?"