"One more box." You muttered to yourself as you struggled with the decisions of unpacking the last box, or just calling it quits for the day and drink a glass of wine surrounded by empty boxes. So far, it looked like wine was definitely winning. Your muscles ached from all of the stretching and box moving you had been doing to put your stuff in their desired places. You refused to live in a house full of boxes so you had set to work unpacking the day before almost as soon as the moving truck was completely unloaded.
You had just moved to Texas. Austin, Texas. You were craving a fresh start somewhere where nobody knew who you were. You had just gone through a series of horrible events and you had tried to assure your family that you weren't just 'running away from your problems'. You hated it when people said ignorant stuff like that. You weren't running from anything, you had to get away for your own mental well-being. You were just about to run and grab your keys when your doorbell rang. You swore you met all of your neighbors. Apparently not. You looked through the peephole and when you did you swore you had a mini heart attack. You tried to console yourself as you opened the door. You surprised yourself by remaining calm.
"Hello," You said as you opened your glass screen door as well.
"Hi, I'm Jensen your neighbor across the street, I just wanted to say welcome to the neighborhood." He said sticking his hand out. You grasped his hand and shook it as you introduced yourself.
"y/n (Y/L/N)." You said smiling, "It's nice to meet you Jensen, sorry for looking so sloppy I was just about to finish unpacking my last box." You said looking down at your sweatpants and tank top. Your hair was thrown haphazardly into a messy bun.
"Did you need any help by chance?" He asked. You thought about it. He couldn't possibly want to kidnap you. In any case he would probably be frightened it would be the other way around, but he offered so why wouldn't you accept? You didn't want to seem rude.
"I'd love some help, I have a couple shelves I can't quite reach."
"Alright. Just give me a second, and I will be right back over!" He said smiling. You smiled back and he jogged across the street to his house. Then he came right back over within roughly 5 minutes and you opened the door for him. He had changed from his jeans to sweatpants. You showed him the house, and then you both made your way to the living room. You had forgotten to label the box, but you had only shrugged as you pried it open. Once you opened the box you felt your face completely drain of color as you looked into it. It was your box of supernatural fan memorabilia. You face palmed. So much for not being a total fangirl. Jensen only smiled back at you as his eyes met the t-shirt at the top of the box. The shirt that had the single taken checklist on it. Of course the box that was checked was the 'mentally dating Dean Winchester' box.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry! I didn't think that it would be this box!" You say mortified.
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay y/n. I don't care. I can't deny that that Dean Winchester is one handsome dude." He said jokingly. That made you feel a little better, but also a little more embarrassed.
"I seriously, I didn't want to fangirl... and." You say rambling in your panic afraid that Jensen would just get up and walk out and never ever talk to you again.
"It's okay, calm down. I say we unpack this box, order pizza, and just talk? If that's okay? JJ is at her mom's for the weekend." He said figuring you had heard of his divorce that happened roughly a year earlier. Of course you had but you weren't just going to blurt anything out.
"That sounds nice." You say and smile at him.
"I only ask… that you wear that Dean Winchester shirt."
"I may have more than one." You say biting your lip.
"Okay I get to pick though." He says and then with your permission roots around and finds the perfect one that has him almost howling in laughter.
"This one!" He says. "She wants the Dean." He said reading the tank.
"Fine, fine. You win Ackles." You say grabbing the tank. You walk down the hall to the bathroom and quickly yank the tank on. Throwing the other shirt in the hamper you make your way out of the room. You find Jensen on his phone ordering the pizza.
"Pepperoni ok?" He mouths holding his hand over his phone. You nod as you go and find the couple of two liters of soda you know you stashed away. Soda may have been your bad habit. You absolutely loved it. You grabbed them, and two glasses. You filled them with ice and then asked Jensen which kind he wanted. To which he only shrugged glancing over your other fan stuff. You didn't take him for the nosey type at all. You were only praying that he wouldn't find the fanfiction.
You looked at the now empty pizza box and felt contently stuffed. You and Jensen had talked for hours about both your lives. You were fairly certain that you two could be classified as close friends judging by all of the personal information you shared. He had talked about his divorce, and his daughter. You could tell he absolutely worshipped JJ by the way that his eyes lit up when he would tell you stories about her. You yourself had delved into information you swore you wouldn't bring up in your new life.
You told him about how you were dealing with family turmoil, losing almost all of your friends, and your mentally, emotionally, and verbally abusive ex. You two had talked about the topics that most people try to avoid with ease. You shocked yourself with how fast your guard came down. Jensen of course would also tease you from time to time causing you to blush. You swore everytime he saw you blush he would start beaming with pride.
"Hey y/n, I'm having a get together at my house next weekend. Would you be interested in coming?"
"Absolutely, but who is all gonna be there?" you ask only wondering if he might try to use you to provoke his ex.
"Just Jared and Misha. JJ will be there, she would absolutely adore you." He said smiling.
"Really? How would you know? You've only known me for a couple hours." You smirk.
"I would like to say I am fairly decent at reading people, plus we both spilled our guts to complete strangers." He said. "For all you know I could be a creep." He added turning around and making a funny face once he looked in your direction again.
"I guess you got me there." You shrug.
"I think I do, but as much fun as this was I should probably be going since it is late and you look exhausted." Jensen said standing up. You get up yourself and walk him to the door.
"Goodnight y/n." He said turning to you and smiled.
"Goodnight Jensen." You replied standing awkwardly. Then Jensen leaned down and kissed you on your cheek before whispering in your ear:
"That's my favorite shirt, but I'm considering buying you a new one. It'll say 'dating Jensen Ackles.'" He winked before walking out of the door and leaving you speechless.