Personal Assistant (Jensen Ackles X Male Reader)

Chapter 1

~3rd Person PoV~

The first day on set hasn't been going too well— actually, you aren't even on set yet, and things are just awful.
First, the lease for the apartment that you were going to rent fell through, because someone else was going to pay more. Second, one of the stewardesses spilled a glass of wine on your clean white shirt. Third, when she was going to help you clean yourself up, she spilt a plate of food all over you. Fourth, you were held back by security because you forgot to take your rose quartz necklace off, in your rush to try and get to the set on time. Fifth, the airline lost your luggage, so you had no other clothes. Sixth, your Uber driver was smoking weed in the car, so you were about high as a kite when you arrive to the studio. Seventh, it starts pouring down rain when you get out of the car and you are immediately drenched. And it was almost freezing cold outside.
      Once security let you in, you make your way to one of the offices where the receptionist looks at you like you are a pile of cat vomit.

"I'm a new PA, but they never told me who's assistant I'm going to be." You said.

"Name?" The receptionist asked after a few minutes of pretending to look through paperwork.

"Y/n L/n." You replied.

"Ah, yes. You are 20 minutes late. Mr. Ackles doesn't like that. He fired his last PA because she was 23 minutes late. He's in his trailer right now. It's not hard to find, but you might want to change first." She sneered.

"Thanks." You replied.

~Your PoV~

As I trekked through the very cold, pouring rain once again, looking for Jensen Ackles' trailer, I felt tears well up behind my eyes.

"Oh my god. I'm Jensen Ackles' personal assistant! The man who's been my celebrity crush for my whole life! And he probably already hates me! I'm late, covered in red wine, food, and rain, with no other clothes to wear! How could this day get any worse?" I asked myself.

Before anything else could happen, I felt my foot get caught on something, and my hands shot out in front of me, but it was too late, and I landed face first into a mud hole.
      I laid on the ground for a few minutes, contemplating if I should just cut my losses and go home... until I heard a trailer door open.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!" A deep, familiar voice asked.

"I'm Jensen Ackles' new PA. But I don't think that I want to face him right now, due to the current state that I'm in." I replied, lifting my head out of the mud for a bit.

"Y/n, you should probably get inside before you freeze to death!" The voice replied.

I didn't move, but I felt a pair of strong hands grip my shoulders and pull me up, wrapping a towel around me, and carrying me into a very warm trailer.
      I was then set down on a couch while the man shut his trailer door. I looked around the room and I could almost immediately tell that it was Jensen's trailer. I then heard the shower turn on, followed by by footsteps approaching me again.

"Alright, you need to get in the shower, get clean and warmed up, then you can tell me what happened, okay? I don't need you to catch hypothermia, or a cold!" Jensen asked.

I nodded and stood up, pulling my phone out of my pocket and setting it on the counter, and walking into the bathroom.

"Do you have a change of clothes?" He asked, very close to the door.

"N-n-no." I sobbed as I began to strip out of my clothes.

"How come?" He asked.

"The airline lost my luggage, so I have no clean clothes to wear.  Just one of the many things that went wrong today." I replied.

"Well, shooting has been delayed because of the storm, so once you're all cleaned up, you can tell me everything, and I'm sure that I can find something for you to wear." Jensen said.

I put my clothes in the sink and got into the shower, loving the feeling of the hot water running over my cold body, washing away all the mud, dirt, wine, and airplane food.
    Once I was completely clean and filth free, I turned the water off, grabbed a towel, and dried myself off.
I wrapped the towel around my waist, opened the bathroom door and saw Jensen Ackles, in all of his super hot, super sexy glory, sitting on the couch next to a pile of clothes. 

"Well Y/n, are you gonna come grab these clothes?" He asked, his deep voice giving me chills.

"Honestly Mr. Ackles, after the day I've had, I think I would rather not move to get them. Because one wrong move on my part, and you'll be seeing more parts of me than you want. There's no coming back from accidentally exposing yourself in front of your boss." I replied, "How do you know my name anyway? Don't most A-list celebrities just order their PA's around and just call them 'PA' or Assistant'?" I asked.

"Well, you're right about the naked thing, but I'm the one that chose you. I looked through thousands of applications, and I chose yours because you are younger, energetic, and seemed genuinely excited about the job. Once you're dressed, you and I can just talk, and get to know each other." He said, handing the clothes to me.

"Okay. Thank you Mr. Ackles." I replied.

"One more thing Y/n, we are on a first name basis. Call me Jensen." He said.

I nodded and closed the bathroom door.
I dropped my towel and began to get dressed. Jensen had given me a large black hoodie that went to my mid-thigh, a slightly large pair of boxers, and a pair of grey sweatpants with a drawstring that were pretty long on me.  Once I was fully dressed, I walked out of the bathroom and sat next to Jensen on the couch.

"You know what kid? My clothes look pretty good on you— or should I say that you look pretty good in my clothes?" He said, giving me chills.

"Thank you for letting me borrow these Mr- um, er, I mean Jensen." I said, feeling my face heat up.

"It's really no trouble Y/n. Now, tell me what happened today." He said, placing his hand on my back.