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I pulled into the driveway finally glad to be home from a long day on my feet. I make my way over to the mailbox to see if Adam, my husband, had checked the mail yet. I open the mailbox and grab what’s in there sorting through all of the bills and junk mail. As I open the front door a letter addressed catches my eye. I set everything down on the dining room table and start to open the envelope.
“So you’re not even going to say hi to me?” says Adam. I jump. I hadn’t noticed him sitting on the couch when I came in.
“Sorry Baby I didn’t see you. I thought that you would still be asleep when I got home,” I say.
“Whatever. You grab the mail?” he asks.
“Yeah. Here this is yours,” I say handing him his stack. I finish opening the envelope. It’s thick. Probably more junk mail. I take a look at everything inside. I start to read the letter inside.
Dear (Y/N),
I was touched to receive the letter you sent to me about
your struggles with depression and suicide. It is wonderful
to hear how far you have come and that you will Always Keep
Fighting. I wanted to do something for you so included with this
letter are tickets to the Supernatural convention in Washington
D.C. the first weekend in November. All expenses have been
paid for including your travel and Hotel stay. There are tickets
for every panel and two photo ops for every actor attending.
Jensen and I are also doing a small meet and greet which
tickets for that are included as well. On Saturday we will set
up a private lunch with Jensen and I. I hope you are able to
make it and I am looking forward to seeing you there!!!
Sincerely,
Jared Padalecki
I stood there stunned for a moment not really believing what I had just read. I was going to a Convention! I never thought that I would ever be able to go to one of those! I looked through the rest of the paperwork in the letter. Everything was there, including two prepaid visa gift cards each having two-hundred dollars on them. I quickly shove those into my back pocket. If Adam sees them he will want to use it for stupid shit. These are mine I get to use them for souvenirs at the convention. The biggest problem with all of this though is that there is only one ticket for me. I nervously look over at my husband.
“Baby,” I say timidly, “ummm...remember a few months ago I told you that I had sent a fan letter to Jared Padalecki?”
“No you never told me about that. I would remember. What the hell are you doing writing a letter to him anyway? Did you tell him how much you love him? How you would leave me for him in a second?” Adam sneers.
“No I didn’t write any of that. I wrote him a letter telling him thank you for all that he had done. You know the Always Keep Fighting campaign. I told him that I understood what he has gone through and just shared a little bit of my story of battling depression and that I admire him for telling his. Also I do remember telling you right after I sent it.” I state.
“I would remember you telling me but whatever. Why are you bringing it up now?” he says.
“Well…” I start.
“Just fucking spit it out (Y/N)! There’s no need for you to be so fucking dramatic about everything all the fucking time!” Adam shouts.
“Fine. Jared sent me a ticket for the Supernatural Convention in D.C. I get photo ops with all the actors, a meet and greet panel with Jared and Jensen, and a private lunch with them,” I intentionally leave out the gift cards, “also the hotel and all the expenses of getting there are paid for.”
“Really! Sweet we get to go a Con!” Adam says excited.
“Ummm...not we, just me. He only sent one ticket.” I mumble.
“Well you aren’t going without me. You always do this shit. You go out eat at places, go to movies, go visit your parents. You’re always doing shit without me!” he yells.
“This is not my fault!” I yell, “I’m not missing this opportunity! You fucking know damn well that we will never be able to afford to go to one ourselves! I’m not going to miss out on this just because you are jealous! I am going to the Convention, I’m going to meet some of my favorite actors of all time, I’m going to have fun, and you’re going to be fucking happy for me! That’s what a good fucking husband should be doing! You aren’t my fucking Father so you can’t fucking tell me that I’m not going.”
I’m so fucking done with all of his bullshit. I grab my tablet and go upstairs. throwing on my pajamas I get and bed and surf tumblr, making a post about how excited I am to be able to go to the Convention this year. After a couple hours of browsing tumblr I set my alarm for tomorrow and set my tablet on my nightstand. I drift off to sleep images of Jared and especially Jensen dancing in my head. I wake up to Adam sliding under the covers and putting his arms around me. Pulling me close to him.
“Baby, are you still awake?” He whispers.
“I am now,” I say. By my tone of voice he knows that I am not happy to be woken up and that I’m still incredibly pissed at him.
“I’m sorry you’re right. I shouldn’t have said that you couldn’t go, and I am jealous that you get to do all that cool stuff without me. You shouldn’t miss out of this because I was being an asshole.”
“Well I’m glad that you aren’t mad anymore, I promise I’ll take a bunch of pictures and tell you everything that I get to see. Just stop being so shitty with me.” I plead with him.
He promises to be nicer and we fall asleep, his arms around me, everything fine. For now.