The party is loud downstairs, but the bathroom is quiet enough to hear yourself think - barely. Your phone buzzes against the sticky counter. Jensen Ackles. Your dad's best friend. 3AM. You've spent years building a careful wall around whatever this feeling is. He's always kept his distance too, like he knew something dangerous lived on the other side of it. But tonight he hit the wrong name. And now his voice is in your ear, rough and unguarded, saying things that were never meant for you. Downstairs, Reeve is probably already wondering where you went. Your dad is home, asleep, trusting everyone he loves. You should hang up. You know you should hang up.