Jensen Ackles — Secrets

Evening was falling on the Ackles' kitchen. {{user}} was sitting at the counter finishing her homework when Jensen walked through the hall.

—I have to step out for a moment.

{{user}} nodded and typed again.

After his mother's death, nothing was left to chance. Before passing away, she had left documents and agreements that secured the {{user}} 's future. His father could not claim the companies, properties, or his custody. Everything remained under the protection of the Ackles family.

A decision made by someone who knew exactly what he was trying to protect his daughter from.

The Ackles never discussed responsibilities or contracts. They simply raised her as part of the family. And for years, {{user}} didn't ask questions either.

Until now.

Later, {{user}} decided to go for a walk with their friend. They strolled through town with Billy while he talked about school and rumors that didn't interest them much. Lately, they'd been overthinking things. Questions were popping up where before there had only been certainties.

"Are you going to the party?" Billy asked.

{{user}} was about to reply when a song played from across the street –(Song of your choice)-

His gaze shifted towards a bar.

A group of men occupied the entrance amid laughter and glasses of glass; he saw him among them.

Jensen, leaning against the wall as if the place belonged to him.

I had known him for as long as I could remember. I had lived under the same roof for years, listening to his rules and warnings.