FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Jensen was being oddly elusive about what your plans were for the day. He had told you last week, that when you both were home in Austin for the mediating over custody of his daughter that he wanted to have a couple people over for a barbeque, but never really spoke about it again until just the other day.

To be fair, things had been pretty hectic, especially since filming had been wrapping up. So he may have mentioned something in passing over the last couple of days and you had just spaced on it. It wasn't unlike you to do such a thing.

"There are a lot of cars parked here," you stated, looking over at Jensen in the driver's seat of the truck, still looking dashing as ever in his suit.

He gave a nod in your direction, using all of his focus to park the truck in the garage. The action itself gave you a huge flashback to the night you gave him your all. Your face felt flush at the memory. "Is Momma having a party?"

Once the keys were out, he turned to you – his eyes hiding something. "Something like that."

You pursed your lips before speaking what you had been thinking during the thirty minute ride. "What's going on Ackles?"

"Just be patient beautiful," he said, not giving in like you had hoped.

Instead, he leaned over a gave you a gentle and lingering kiss on the mouth before hopping out of the truck so fast, you barely had time to blink. In about two seconds, he was on your side of the vehicle, opening the door for you and extending out his arm like you were the guest of honor.

The quirk of your eyebrow was second nature at this point and for some reason the fit of butterflies in your belly had started. You didn't know if it was because Jensen was jumping through hoops to keep you out of the loop with what was going on or if he really did have a surprise down his sleeve.

As soon as you had stepped out of the garage and into the view of the back porch did you notice that there were strings of tiny little lights hanging up above the porch, giving a soft glow to the slowly darkening evening. Underneath those twinkling little lights sat a small table, perfectly set for two – with a single rose in the center.

"Jensen," you said slowly, turning your head to look at him once again. "What is this?"

"Dinner," he answered, giving you a wide grin before pulling out the chair you both were standing in front of and signaling for you to sit down. "I hope you're hungry."

You eyed him carefully while he walked around and sat across from you, shrugging off his suit jacket in the process. "I mean, yeah, I'm hungry, but I thought I saw a bunch of other cars out front."

He nodded his head, waving his hand towards the porch door briefly. "You did."

Glancing to where he had waved, you watched as his younger sister Kenzie came through the door with a bottle of wine in hand. She gave you an excited smile before offering to pour the liquid into the wine glass before you.

"Thank you," you said quietly, even more confused by what was going on.

Giving a polite little curtsey and Kenzie was on her way back inside, leaving the two of you alone once again. Cautiously, you brought your wine glass towards your lips, feeling like you were going to need it with all the bizarreness that was going on.

Jensen followed, looking at you from over his glass. Once he was done taking his sip, did he reach across the table for your hand. "Did I ever tell you about the night we met?"

Instantly, your face heated up. "Aside from that tidbit at Gen's, not really."

"Well," his thumb started tracing circles against your palm. "I'll be totally honest; I wasn't super thrilled at being brought to the bar that we were at. I had been looking around the bar, trying to find someone who could entertain me away from the lawyer talk around me."