Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Drops of Jupiter

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: minor mentions of psychological abuse in relationships, fluff at the end

Summary: You finally return home after a long trip around the world. You miss your best friend, but he may miss you more.

A/N: This is based on "Drops of Jupiter" by Train

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One thing I hate doing is saying goodbye to the love of my life. She doesn't know she's the love of my life, but it's not like I can just tell her that. She has big dreams to travel the world and experience many cultures and try different kinds of food from their native place. I'm stuck on the set of Supernatural, and while I love my job with all of my heart, it kills me that I can't give her what she wants.

Each time she comes back, she's changed in some way, but I know the woman I fell for is still underneath all the tan skin and sun-kissed hair. I want to tell her to stay with me, but how can I take away her dreams? I'm nobody, and I can't give her the world right now. I can give her myworld, but I don't think she wants that.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's a-time to change, hey, hey
Since the return of her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
Hey, hey

She's finally back. We stopped filming for the week since the director needed to go to the hospital where his family is. I offered to direct, but he had a set vision for these next few episodes that production will pick back up when he gets back. Y/N is back in town, and I know she's going to tell me all about how she loved the places she visited. I offered to meet her at a coffee shop, which is where I'm heading now. I can't wait to see her even if she might be a different person.

She's there when I arrive, and I can't help but stare at the person she's become. Is it weird all I see is the girl I grew up with? The girl that used to invite me to her sleepovers because I didn't have many guy friends of my own? I wasn't allowed to sleep in her room per her parent's request, but that didn't stop her from coming to me. We all slept in the living room because she didn't want me feeling left out.

Now she's here, and I can see the physical change. She looks brighter, happier, and I wonder if meeting me was something she felt like she had to do. Her hair is brighter, her skin is darker, and she wears the clothes from her many journeys across the world. She looks warm and bright, but all I can think about is how graceful and beautiful she can be. She resembles rain for being so delicate and gentle.

"Jensen!" she calls my name once she sees me. I force a smile on my face and head over to her. I give her a tight hug, and I can tell she's lost a lot of weight. I don't know if it's a good thing or not.

"Wow, you look amazing," I compliment as we take out seats.

"I would hope so. I didn't spend a whole week at Barbados for nothing," she laughs. She immediately digs in deep about where she's been and what she's been doing, and I try my best to listen to her. All I can focus on is how dreamy she looks when she talks of these places.

She would never want to stay here in Vancouver with me. Why would she when she's experienced the world?

But tell me
did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way
to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?

"Are you happy?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" she wonders and takes a bite of the salad she ordered when she got here.