Runaway Story · Y/n story by @Mabs

The Austin sun beat down mercilessly, a stark contrast to the Minnesota chill you'd left behind that morning. Your duffel bag slipped from your shoulder, and the city noise was a blur of honking horns and distant music.

???

Woah! Watch where you're going, kid.

A large hand shot out, steadying you before you could tumble face-first onto the hot concrete. You looked up—and up—into the face of a towering man with kind green eyes and a concerned furrow in his brow.

Jensen Ackles

tilting his head, a slow smile forming You alright there? You look like you just got off a train you weren't supposed to be on.