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jawritter · 4 years

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The Fall...

Request: Hey you! I really love your writing! I was wondering if you could do a Jensen fic with some angst and fluff. An established relationship perhaps where the reader is his wife, and she’s home alone and she takes a really bad fall and breaks a body part (you can pick which).

Warning: Injured! Reader, Jensen’s a bit of a dick at first, Angst, a little fluff, language, that’s about it I think.

Word Count: 1861

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my stuff! Feedback is gold! Hope you guys enjoy this one!

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Being married to Jensen Ackles while never boring, wasn't always easy. It wasn't his fault though, it was the job that he had that made it hard. Your worst days were the day before he left to either go and film when you couldn't travel with him for a week or better at a time, or when he had to go to a convention or something for a weekend, and you couldn't make it for whatever reason.

You tired to go with him as much as you could manage it, but sometimes life just didn't allow it to happen. This weekend Jensen had an upcoming Convention in Chicago, and you weren't going to be able to attend. Jensen and yourself had just moved into your dream home in Texas, and there were things that at least one of you had to be there to do. No matter how bad you wanted to go with him it just wasn't in the cards for this weekend.

Jensen knew you hated it when you had to stay behind, that you'd rather be with him, and it stressed him out to leave you just as much as you were stressed out by staying behind. So that tended to make you both a little snippy at each other.

You loaded up the laundry basket with Jensen's freshly washed, dried, and folded shirts that he would be taking with him to the convention this weekend. Your mind a thousand miles away as you walked up the stairs to your shared bedroom where he was packing up his things. Drifting back to the argument you had this morning with him in the kitchen.

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"Y/n you know if I could change the inspectors visit to another day so that you didn't' have to deal with this while I'm gone I would, but this was a hard visit to book to begin with, and if we want to be moved in by the summer I need to get this inspection done. I don't know why you're fighting me so hard on this!" He half yelled at you as he slammed his empty coffee cup down on the counter.

"Because Jensen, what if he does find something wrong, and I have to make a decision about it right then and there, and you're not there. I don't want to sign off on something that you don't want done and I'd rather you'd be there for the walkthrough!" You yelled back at him, tears forming in your eyes.

It wasn't the whole truth and you knew it, problem was so did he.

"Bullshit. You've done these before. Y/n it's not the first house we've bought together, you know how to make those types of decisions without me. You've been walking around here mad at me all morning, and I know your mad because I won't cancel my appearance at the con, but I've got people counting on me to be there, people that have paid a lot of money to see me, and I don't want to let the fans down!"

You rolled your eyes at that before you even thought about your actions. Jensen's face harden as he watched you from across the kitchen, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. Your voice was calmer when you spoke despite the anger rising in your chest, and the hurt that he'd put a bunch of strangers before you, when you had already gone three weeks without seeing each other, and he'd only been home for two day.

"Fine.. I see what's really important to you, go see your fans. I don't care." You said storming out of the kitchen into the laundry to start the laundry.

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You were almost at the top of stairs at the last step before the landing. Tears blurring your vision from thinking about your fight with Jensen this morning. You went to step, but missed. Losing your footing...

The next thing you remember was looking up from the bottom and the staircase flat of your back. The clothes you had been carrying scattered down the stairs, some lay on the ground around you. You blink your eyes as Jensen's face came into focus above you. His phone in his hand.

"Y/n! Baby don't move okay!" He tried to sound calm, but his eyes gave him away. You could see the edge of panic in them.

Your head was pounding, and there was a searing pain in your wrist. "What happened?" You asked him as you heard the sirens coming up the street. Jensen brushed your hair away from your face gently with his finger tips, His voice edgy as he answered you.

"You fell down the stairs sweetheart. You hit your head pretty hard, I don't know if you hurt your neck or not, but I think your wrist is broken. The ambulance is almost here Okay? Don't move."

Pure white hot fear gripped you in that moment. Not from the pain in your wrist, or head, not even from the fall, it was the fact that you couldn't remember the fall. Like at all. In your mind one minute you were walking up the stairs, the next you woke up here.

Tears filled your eyes again as you stared up into Jensen's mossy green ones. "Jensen I'm scared, why don't I remember what happened?"

Jensen immediately started to shush you. "It's just because you hit your head baby, don't worry, everything is going to be just fine, the ambulance will be here any second and we're going to get you fixed up okay."

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You don't know if you blacked out or not, but the next thing you remember was being loaded into the back of the ambulance with Jensen, a neck brace on your neck. Everything felt fuzzy and strange, so you assumed that they had given you something to relax you, or something for pain.

The ride to the hospital was a daze of movement, and fuzzy medicated dozing. You did hear the EMT tell Jensen that he didn't think you had broken your neck, but they still would need to do X-rays and a possible MRI on your head just to make sure you were okay. They would ask you questions, probably trying to keep you awake, you answered them but you really didn't know what you were telling them. When it came to pain meds you always were a lightweight. Tonight would be no different.

Once you arrived at the hospital, probably because of who Jensen was, or maybe because of a possible head injury, things seemed to move pretty fast. They brought you back and did an X-Ray, then moved straight to do an MRI. Your wrist was indeed broken, but thankfully it wouldn't require surgery. Just a cast. They said you had a mild concussion, but nothing to be too concerned about, and you'd be very sore in the morning. Which you weren't happy about.

It wasn't until the drive home from the hospital that it dawned on you about the con.

You decided you weren't going to ask him about it, you figured he would just take a late flight in, so when you got out of the car you made your way in the house, you were greeted by the mess of clothes that lay on the floor around the stairs waiting for you, you had to swallow back the sob that wanted to leave you.

This was the reason you were upset when you fell to begin with. Yes, you weren't seriously injured, thankfully it was just a broken wrist, not even as seriously broken as it could have been. Still you didn't want him to leave, for some reason you were feeling way emotional, and just wanted to be able to go curl up in bed with him and go to sleep.

Alas you still couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stay home, or if he was still going, because that's what you were having the whole fight about earlier. It's why you were upset and not paying attention to what you were doing. So you made your way over to the basket on the floor, and sat it up right, picking up clothes with your uninjured hand. You hadn't noticed that you started crying again, but Jensen had, he'd been watching you since you walked through the door. You were so caught up in your own thoughts you hadn't even noticed him until he knelt down in front of you and spoke.

"Sweetheart what are you doing?" He said softly grabbing the shirts away from you and moving the basket out of reach before standing you up in front of him. Whipping the tears that had slipped down your face with the pad of his thumb.

"I... I.. Have to get your ready... You will have to reschedule your flight..."

"SHHH.. Hey stop, no you don't have to do anything. For one I'm not going I'm not going anywhere. I called and told them I wasn't going to be coming. Did you really think I was going to leave you after you've spent the entire evening in the hospital with a broke wrist and a fucking concusion. No. I'm not going anywhere. They will be able to do it without me just fine. You're more important to me than a convention. People will understand, if they don't oh well."

You looked anywhere but him. The remnants of the argument that you had earlier still lingered deep in the corners of your mind.

"Hey look at me baby girl. Listen I was wrong early, I know I've been gone a lot. I was upset as you were about me leaving and acted like a dick. I shouldn't have snapped like that at you this morning, I should have just agreed to stay home. It obviously wasn't meant for me to be at this convention. I would NEVER put other people before you, you are the most important person in my life. If I wouldn't have upset you so much you probably wouldn't have fallen today. This is my fault. I'm sorry."

Jensen snaked his arms carefully around your waist kissing you softly on the lips. "I love you, you know that right?" He said. Nuzzling his face into your neck. Holding you close to him.

"I love you to Jay." You said. Leaning your head down on his shoulder, just letting him hold and comfort away all the hurt feels and bullshit that had come with today.

"Good. Now Let's get the cripple in bed, and I'm going to have to ask our contractor to add a stairlift into the new house so my little cluts wonts keep busting her ass going up and down the stairs like an old woman." Jensen teased you as he picked you up and carried you bridal style up the stairs toward your shared bedroom. You were still mildly impressed that at 42 years old he could still do that.

"Oh shut up." You said. Swatting at him playfully before as his feet made it to the top of the landing.

Yeah, being married to Jensen wasn't easy, but in moments like this. Moments of pure chaos, it was so worth all of it.

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