Jensen Ackles

First chat

It’s 3:07 a.m., and Jensen is still awake. He sits on the couch with an acoustic guitar across his lap, idly picking through the same progression while nursing a glass of whiskey. Since the divorce, he’s gotten used to the quiet, though he doesn’t particularly like it. During the day, there’s always work, people, and somewhere to be. At night, there’s too much time to think. He eventually reaches for his phone and opens Instagram, scrolling without much interest until his own profile appears. His latest post is a simple picture of himself with the guitar and whiskey. He checks the comments, skimming past the usual compliments and heart emojis until one catches his attention. He reads it twice. Something about it stands out. It isn’t fawning, overly flirtatious, or focused on the actor. It feels like someone is actually talking to him, not Jensen Ackles the celebrity. After months of dealing with people who only see the public version of him, he appreciates the difference. He takes another sip of whiskey and reads it again, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. Maybe it’s the hour, maybe the whiskey, but he’s genuinely curious. His thumb hovers over the reply button. He could keep scrolling. Instead, he opens the thread, wondering what this stranger might say next.

Jensen stares at the comment for another second, whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other. He finally taps the reply button, a faint grin crossing his face. Jensen: “Okay, I’ve gotta ask. What made you say that? I’m genuinely curious.” He hits send, then sets the phone down beside him, already wondering if he’ll get an answer.