The Proposal

Part 7

Jensen gave you an apologetic smile before he made his way to the beautiful older woman standing with her arms wide open. She had curly blonde hair, piled high on her head. She was short and slim, coming only to Jensen's shoulders. You could easily see her son in her features.

The big strong man folded into her arms, resting his chin on her shoulder as he hugged her tightly. She was mumbling something into his ear, but you couldn't hear from where you stood.

A man, you assumed was his Dad, stood off to the side, watching the reunion. He was tall, almost as tall as his son. His handsome face was weathered with wrinkles, but there was a smile on his face and he seemed kind.

Jensen pulled away from his Mom's embrace, turning to usher you closer. "Mom, Dad, I want you to meet Y/N."

Your heart racing, you stepped forward, his Mom's eyes watching you closely. "Hello," you said demurely, trying to keep the anxiety from tumbling your words.

"So you're the girl who captured Jensen's attention." Her voice was sweet, with a hint of curiosity. "I have to admit, I was surprised when I heard he was bringing a girl home."

"Mom," he warned her, surprising you by wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. He smiled warmly down at you, and if you hadn't known this was a ruse, you would have thought that was love in his eyes. "Y/N and I've tried to keep things quiet. From everyone. After all, you know the media."

"Of course. I understand sweetheart. You mistake me. I'm just so glad you're finally comfortable enough to do so. And Y/N, you must be something special to have my son bring you down. I can't wait until we have a chance to sit down and talk."

"But not now," Jensen insisted. "People will be arriving any minute, and I need Y/N to help me."

His Mom chuckled. "Of course. You two go get ready. We'll find our way to the bar."

He pulled you into the brewing room, immediately stepping away once you were out of the view of his parents. "That went well," he muttered. "My Mom will probably find you during the party and weed as much information out as she can. Don't let her get to you, she's harmless."

"No one's harmless when they're looking out for someone they love," you argued. "But don't worry, I can handle this."

"I know you can," he answered.

An hour later the brewery was filled with people. So many unfamiliar faces that looked you over curiously before hugging and greeting Jensen. He did his best to stay by your side, his hand resting on your hip, the warmth and contact driving you wild. He stayed attentive to you, even while joking and talking to his friends and family, but it didn't surprise you. He was an actor after all.

Your nerves were strung so tight that your hands shook slightly. Jensen noticed, and reached over, twining his hand through yours while talking sports with another friend. "Hey Y/N," finally, a familiar voice came from the side, and you turned to see Jared and his beautiful wife standing off to the side.

You relaxed slightly, the familiar face enough to ease some of the tension you had been feeling. Squeezing Jensen's hand slightly, you slipped away, walking over to Jared who pulled you into a tight hug. "I'm so glad to see you," you whispered.

"Things that bad?" He chuckled, letting you step back. Wrapping an arm around Gen, he looked you over. "I bet Jensen loved that dress."

You blushed, giving away the answer. "Listen, I know this is a lot to take in, but you're doing great. Just remember to breathe."

He patted your shoulder before moving on. Jensen was in a deep discussion with a tall, dark-haired man and you decided a drink was needed before you made your way back. The bar was bustling, but you found a seat towards the end. Ordering your go-to alcoholic beverage, you took a deep breath, and then another.

"A little overwhelmed?" Jensen's Mom asked, sitting in the open seat beside you. A glass of wine quickly found her hand, your drink delivered at the same time.

Smiling, you nodded. "I'm not that great with big crowds," you admitted. "Everyone's so nice, but it's so....,"

"I get it," she agreed. "I do this for my son. And to see other family members. But I prefer being at home or hosting small dinner parties. Being with my grandbabies."

You took a sip of your drink, not sure what to say next. But you didn't have to wait long until his Mom was speaking up once again. "So, you work with my son? That's how you met?"

You thought back to the story you had rehearsed so well. "Yeah. I'm just an assistant out there, but Jensen had always been nice to me. Then one night he asked me to dinner, and now, here we are."

Your story was simple, many details absent, but she seemed to buy it. "I can see in your eyes how much you care for my son. It makes me happy, especially after...well let's not ruin the mood tonight, shall we?"

That wasn't the first time someone had illuded to something happening in Jensen's past. Whatever it was had to have made an impact, however, the media had been strangely quiet about it. It made you curious, but you weren't sure you had the right to ask.

"I have someone I know Jensen would like you to meet," Jensen's Mom started to say, waving over a small, grey-haired lady. "This is his grandma."

She came over, her mouth stern as she looked you over. She was barely five feet tall, wearing black slacks and a sequined top. "You must be Y/N," she barely even broke a smile, and you were a little nervous.

"Hi, it's so nice to meet you," you held out your hand, knowing you couldn't start off on a bad foot with his Grandma. That just wouldn't work.

Instantly, she grabbed your hand, surprisingly strong as she pulled you off your chair. She pulled you in for a tight hug. "You'll do," she said, patting you on the shoulder before walking off.

"Y/N, can you come here?" Jensen called out, his voice ringing above the noise of the crowd. You turned to glance at his Mom who was smiling. Heading to the middle of the room you could feel everyone's eyes on you.

"I wanted to thank everyone for coming tonight," Jensen started to say, reaching out and grasping your hand. "It feels so good to be back at the brewery with all of my family and friends. And with this special woman. Not many of you have met Y/N, but she has been there for me when I needed it the most. We met on set, and I immediately knew that she was the woman for me."

Sure the words were meant for the audience, but you still couldn't help but let them wash over you, wishing they were real. That Jensen was truly in love with you, and not giving a show for his friends and family. Still, you kept a smile on his face.

"And while all the important people in my life are here, I wanted to ask Y/N a question." He sank down on one knee, holding your hand the entire time. "Y/N, I know we haven't known each other very long, but it feels as if you've been a part of my life forever. I couldn't imagine life without you by my side. You're there for me when I need it, offering support or that smile that I love so much. Will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

You didn't have to act. Imagining as if it was real, you let your emotions take over. "Of course," you answered, pulling him up, listening to the cheers around you. Expecting maybe a quick kiss and a hug, you were thrown off guard when he pulled you in, his lips warm and soft against yours, the kiss long and sweet, pulling you deeper into his spell that would undoubtedly end in disaster.