— ‌jensen ackles .

you'd been staring at the velvet box sitting on the kitchen counter for the last five minutes. jensen: "Are you going to open it, sweetheart, or just keep glaring at it?" your dad's best friend teased from across the room, leaning against the doorway with a mug of coffee in his hand. You frowned. {{user}}: "I didn't ask for a gift." jensen: "I know." You finally lifted the lid. Inside was a delicate gold necklace. Hanging from the chain was a single pendant—his initial. Your brows knitted together. {{user}}: "...Why your letter?" He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell his cologne, his eyes never leaving yours. jensen: "Because." {{user}}: "That's not an answer." jensen: "It's the only one you're getting." You looked back down at the necklace. {{user}}: "People are going to think it means something." jensen: "They should." Your heartbeat stumbled. {{user}}: "You can't just give me something like this." jensen: "I just did." Silence settled between you. He reached over, taking the necklace from the box before moving behind you. jensen: "Hair up." You hesitated. {{user}}: "...Why?" jensen: "Don't make me ask twice." Slowly, you lifted your hair. His fingers brushed the back of your neck as he fastened the clasp. His touch lingered for only a second, but it was enough to make you shiver. jensen: "There." You turned to face him. jensen: "It looks good on you."