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summer_skin01) Dear SPN fandom (or any fandom, really):
If your GEN fic has a pairing significant enough to appear in your header? It's NO LONGER GEN.
Love n' hugs, Mari
02) So LJ's gone a little batshit again and now Ponderosa121 has been suspended. Hi, lame. If anything ever happens or if I finally shoot the shit out of this place like a rabid postal worker you can find me at:
Insane Journal || Journal Fen || Greatest Journal
Tumblr || Last.fm
Basically- just about ANYWHERE you can create a journal or profile for yourself I am Marishna. It's unlikely I'll ever be anything else. Feel free to friend away and I'll more than likely friend you back since there's really nothing overly personal on those sites yet. Go. Shoo! Friend!
03) I want to do those gift and love meme things but signing up for other people's means I have to reciprocate and I honestly don't know if I'll ever get around to it. I know I suck at those memes and although I really WANT to do them I don't know if I WOULD and that isn't fair. How about I just say that I love you all and love is my gift. Not death, though. Not today. Sorry. Come back tomorrow for that one.
04) "Wake Up Call" by Maroon 5 is what I believe to be Sandy's song when she finds out Jared's cheating on her and I want to write that fic SO BADLY. In fact, I want to write a series of fics, of sorts, based on that whole CD. The next![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_fanmix challenge, perhaps? Go join.
05) I would, however, like to do that WIP snippet meme. Basically- you post a snippet from your WIPs. Sound simple? Yeah. Only I have something close to 40+ fics in varying stages of serious work right now. I start them and then leave them to kind of... mature. Ferment, if you will. And then I go back and write more or sometimes! SOMETIMES! I even finish them!
Anyway.
Jared's married
"Jensen?" Chad said in a low tone. "What the fuck did you do?"
"Nothing." Jensen's heart was beating a mile a minute and he couldn't concentrate.
"Jensen," Chad said in a warning tone.
"Fuck off and let me think for a second," Jensen snapped back. He heard the phone in the kitchen ringing in the distance, the other phone on the land line he didn't turn off. He made his way down the hallway to answer it as Chad was talking or ranting, he wasn't sure which because he had tuned him out to think.
"Just a second," he said, interrupting Chad and answered the kitchen phone, holding the cell away from his ear. "Hello?"
"Jensen, about time you got up. Have you heard from Jared?" It was Eric, which could only mean bad things by this point.
"Eric? What's going on? I've got Chad Michael Murray on my cell asking what's up with Jared and now you're calling. What's going on?" Jensen was close to having a fucking heart attack by this point, his hands were shaking a little and he'd broken out in a cold sweat. Either something was very wrong with Jared or something was going to be very wrong with him in a short while.
"I just got a call from some newspaper in Los Angeles asking if I had any comment for the happy couple. Seems Jared went and got married yesterday."
Jensen dropped the cell phone. He could hear Chad shouting at him from the floor.
Fuck, he wasn't a morning person.
Sam/Chris #1
"You've never heard of Kane?" the guy asked, flicking his butt on the ground. He crossed his arms and stared back at Sam with that same damn smile, waiting.
"I study a lot. I don't have time to listen to a lot of music right now."
"That's too bad," the guy murmured. "Cause they're not half bad."
"Maybe I'll check them out after the show," Sam replied. The guy just stared at him, still smiling, and it kind of unnerved Sam. His father and Dean would smack him upside the head if they knew he was standing in some dark backalley with a guy he didn't know. Even if he did look to be their sort of character. Maybe that's why Sam hadn't left yet. The guy kind of reminded him of other hunters. Home, in a way. Also, he was sort of... hot?
"Anyway," Sam said abruptly, standing up straight again. "I should get back inside. My friend- my date will be wondering where I am."
"You should," the guy replied. "Check them out, I mean."
"Sorry?" Sam asked.
"Kane. You should check them out." The guy stood up too and moved closer to Sam who stood his ground. He could take him if he had to, the guy was a good five inches shorter than him.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, okay."
The guy stepped in really close now and laid a hand on Sam's chest. Sam's heart was beating a mile a minute. He knew he should step back, knew he could be in a dangerous situation but the guy was standing up, almost on tip toes, and whispering in his ear, "I'm Chris."
Sam/Chris #2
"Hey."
Chris' head shot up at the sound of the quiet greeting and he stilled at the sight of Sam standing a few feet away from him, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets as he waited for Chris to react. Chris pulled the toothpick from his mouth and let a slow, rich smile form on his lips, deepening as he saw Sam's cheeks redden slightly in the dim light.
"Well ain't that somthin'," Chris drawled, watching as Sam shifted under his gaze.
"What?" he asked, as he hunched in on himself a little.
"Didn't expect you to show."
"I didn't either," Sam confessed.
Slashfest #2
That picture was accompanied by a message-- "I have something for you."
"Dude, if what you have for me is your cock wrapped up in a big red bow, it's not that I don't appreciate the effort but that's kind of lame," Jared told Jensen over the phone
"Trust me, it's not my cock in a bow. Although that would have hurt less," Jensen replied ruefully.
Sufficiently intrigued Jared pestered Jensen about what he had to him every night that they talked, constantly taunted by Jensen with more photos. He wanted to know so badly, infact, that he flew all the way to Dallas to see Jensen in his play. The days leading up to Jensen's play were quiet, however, a mere few pictureless text messages to tide Jared over while he waited for any clue as to what Jensen had planned for him. He took Sandy and his sister-in-law for appearances sake and chatted with Jensen's family and Daneel (Jensen's "for appearances sake") and posed for pictures with the fans who'd swarmed the theatre to see Jensen perform.
He made nice with everyone because Jared was a nice guy when all he really wanted to do was find a way backstage to see Jensen for the first time in months during intersession. Finally the waiting got to be too uch for him and Jared toook a series of quick camera phone photos of the theatre concession stand, himself with Jensen's father and his theatre ticket with "I'm watching you" scrawled on the back.
What if the apocalypse came before Dean could get to Sam in the pilot?
"Sam," Dean cut him off firmly. "We're leaving. That's it. We need to pack you a bag and shag ass, all right? Can you do that?"
Sam's eyes darted right once and then settled back on Dean. "No, I don't think so."
Dean blinked and glanced in the same direction. "Sam?"
He shook his head. "No, Dean."
Dean picked up his gun and stood slowly. Sam tried to hold his hands but Dean pulled away gently and moved toward the closed door off the living room.
"Don't go in there," Sam said faintly. Dean paused on the second step, waiting for his brother to stop him but he didn't move from his spot on the couch. Hell, he didn't even look at Dean. So he kept going across the room and pushed the door open to Sam's bedroom slowly. The drapes were pulled shut but the bright California sun still managed to brighten the room, a few stray beams falling across the bed and the body lying on it.
She was pretty, Sam's girlfriend. Long, curly blonde hair and large, wide blue eyes. She had nice legs, Dean mused as he stared at her, sprawled out on the bed. She'd probably have been a lot of fun to hang out with. You know, if she were alive.
Dean stepped closer and noted her ripped clothing, dirty with foot prints stamped into her. Her hair was matted on one side, tangled with blood and brain matter. Dean swallowed hard and sat down on the bed beside her. Her arm was bent at an odd angle and her fingers were crushed. He held her hand carefully and examined it. No manicure. No fuss, no muss- Sammy's kind of girl.
"I wasn't sure..."
Dean looked up and saw Sam standing in the doorway, watching him uncertainly. He hovered nervously, tapping the fingers of one hand on his leg hard.
"You weren't sure?" Dean prompted him, setting Jess' hand down carefully.
"What to do with her. Should I try and dress her again? Or call someone? I brought her back here after I found her."
"Found her?" Dean asked.
"She was in class when... it happened. When it started. I didn't hear from her for a couple hours so I went looking for her. By that time the campus was cleared out. And I found her. The people in her class- they all tried to run. She... she must not have been fast enough." Sam looked down at his hands.
"Hey." Dean stood up, walked to Sam. "Hey."
Sam looked at him, expression blank.
"You did good, Sammy. Okay? You did good. Did what you could."
Jared's a virgin
"I'm still a virgin," Jared whispered. Jensen blinked.
"Come again?"
Jared shook his head. "No, never."
Jensen opened his mouth to say something likely highly inappropriate but then thought better. "What about you and Sandy?"
Jared shrugged. "We just never... she wasn't exactly good for much other than a set of big boobs and a date for the red carpet."
Jensen blinked again. "So you two ..."
Jared shook his head. "Nope."
"Not even a little?"
Jared shrugged. "We fooled around a couple times but nothing serious. Nothing even under the clothes."
Jensen blinked slowly and shook his head. "You're seriously telling me that you've never had sex? Never played a little hide the salami? Never done the G-spot two-step? Never double-parked the moist hose? Never-"
"What in the hell does that even mean?"
Jared buys a house in Vancouver
"So I'm thinking about getting a house up here," Jared mentioned casually to Jensen over the phone one night in June, and that's all it took for Jensen to hop on the plane back to Vancouver.
Jared had been there filming that Kinkade movie for about six weeks then and he was almost done. It took a little longer than they expected but Jared was cool with it and it was the only thing he had planned for the summer before they went back to work in late July. Jensen was taking it easy after his play, trying not to jinx the good reviews he'd received from critics and fans alike. He saw Jared briefly during his run when his friend surprised him by flying down for one night to see him perform but he was done by the time Jensen was out of costume and on is way back to the airport.
The least Jensen could do was fly up and help Jared find a place to live then, right?
Dean/Jessica in WIaWSNB
"It's been too long, Dean. I don't know if I can keep quiet. I remember the Impala backseat being plenty big enough," Jess whispered.
"Big enough for what?" Dean nearly yelled, his voice higher and more panicked sounding than he'd heard himself get in awhile.
"Shhh!" she hissed. "That's why we have to go out to the car."
"Jess- what- are you fucking kidding me?" Jensen sputtered, trying to take a step back from his brother's girlfriend but her hands were wrapped around him, cupping his ass tightly.
"You're not still pissed about what happened back in California, are you?" she sighed, reaching up to run a hand over Dean's cheek. His flinched without thinking and she frowned. "You are."
"Y-yeah. I am."
Jared and Jensen meet in a bar
Jared and Jensen meet in a bar
"You know, if you play your cards right you might end up with a free beer."
Jared Padalecki looked over from where he was watching the television over the bar and blinked. "Huh?"
"Someone hasn't taken their eyes off you since you sat down," Mike Rosenbaum, the bartender and a friend of Jared's, tried to cock his head casually toward a table in the corner to the left of the bar but- being Mike and unable to be subtle about anything, ever- ended up getting the guy's attention instead and he sent a hesitant smile in Jared's direction. Jared nodded his acknowledgement and turned back to Mike with a glare.
"Thanks," Jared said sarcastically.
"What?" Mike asked, exasperated. "If you're too chicken shit to get yourself any tail-"
"I'm not chicken shit. I just don't want to pick up in a bar. This bar," Jared hissed.
"Something wrong with my bar?" Mike asked, cocking an eyebrow and leaning on the bar top, trying to get in Jared's face. Jared rolled his eyes and shoved Mike away by the shoulder but Mike leaned back in, getting level with Jared so he could look him in the eye. "Seriously, man. You trying to win the award for the longest dry spell, or what?"
Girl!Sam #2
"Hey." Some guy in a trendy leather jacket that made Dean want to snort out loud sidled up beside him and jerked his head toward the bar. "That your girlfriend?"
Dean glanced up quickly, fiddling with the walkman EMF metre and saw he was referring to Sam who was staking out the bar from his perch on one of the stools, legs crossed primly and twirling his hair around his finger boredly.
"Sam? No, he's my brother." The guy raised his eyebrow and Dean flushed. "I mean sister. I mean- he's - she's my sister. Sister."
"You sure?" The guy asked, half grinning. Dean gave him a half-hearted smile and muttered to himself under his breath until the guy took off, leaving him to try to get the damn EMF metre to work. Five minutes later he was cursing outright and drawing a few odd stares as he finally gave up and slammed the damn thing against the table top in frustration.
"Maybe Sam can fi-" he mumbled to himself and looked up to find him in the crowded bar and stopping short. Sam was still at the bar but no longer bored. The douche in the leather jacket was sitting on the stool next to him, engaging him in conversation that Sam paid fake attention to, or so Dean hoped. But then the douche in leather leaned over and laid his hand on Sam's knee while they talked and damn if Sam didn't blush and let out a deep, throaty laugh that Dean couldn't remember ever hearing. He was across the bar in seconds, slinging his arm around Sam's shoulders and turning them toward the leather head with a big, fake smile plastered across his face.
"Hey, what's happening over here?" he asked, tightening his hold on Sam's shoulder possessively and leaning close enough so he could smell Sam's shampoo. Sam shifted uncomfortably in his hold and jerked his head around fast enough that their noses brushed and Dean could jut his chin out a little to touch Sam's lips with his own.
Five Times Dean was naked in the Impala
1) "I told you we should have brought the change blanket for him," John grumbled as he yanked open the back door. They were pulled over on the shoulder of a back road on a warm day.
Mary just rolled her eyes and laid Dean down on the seat gently, cooing as she did so. Dean's face scrunched up, ready to start wailing so Mary made quick work of his onesie and diaper, wrapping it up and handing it off to John who sighed and passed her a fresh one.
Once the diaper was off Dean kicked his feet in the air, wriggling on the leather seat. John winced a little when Mary cleaned him gently with a baby wipe and shook some baby powder on his bottom that got all over the upholstery as well.
John muttered under his breath the whole way home about classic cars and mint conditions and being prepared for all baby emergencies and whatnot. Mary just smiled and shook her head at him, looking back at Dean who was fast asleep in his baby seat. And the next time she got in the car she didn't say a word when she noticed the baby powder scented car freshner hanging from the rear view mirror.
Virginia's plotbunny
"I'm just... uncomfortable," Jared replied, eyes shifting quickly to the guest star who was trying to understand the director's instructions as he talked her through the scene again. Jensen followed his eyes and raised an eyebrow, before facing Jared directly.
"She's not even that hot, Jay."
"She's not ugly."
"Why's she got you all hot and bothered, anyway? You in heat or something?"
Jared screwed up his face and looked like he was going to Jensen to fuck off, then slumped down in his seat in defeat. "Sandy's in Europe," Jared sighed. "She's been there for three weeks already."
"Yeah, so?"
"It's been three weeks, Jensen," Jared said again with emphasis. Jensen shook his head, still not understanding. Jared flushed and gestured to his groin. "Three weeks."
Sam's in the army
"What do you mean, it's human?"
"Just what I said, sir. He shows no signs of being a demon or a shapeshifter. His vitals are normal, he's in good shape and reacts to all stimuli normally." The shorter soldier walked double time to keep up to his superior, struggling to hold his weapon properly while they moved toward the holding area.
"So no alien exploded from his stomach when they shoved a needle into his foot?" The other soldier asked. The shorter one frowned, confused.
"Sir?"
"It's a joke."
"Oh. Right. What is your recommendation?"
"Where is he?"
"Room 17b. He's sedated, though."
"Why?"
"He was struggling. The doctor felt it best for him to be under sedation for the tests."
I have to stop there. There's just too many. Jared and Jensen get stoned, more of the office!verse I started earlier this year, gap fillers, a wing!fic... yeah. I have TOTAL ADD when it comes to writing. I'm amazed I get anything done at all. To be fair, though, BigBang took up A LOT of my attention for the first 6 months of the year. It's pretty much the only thing I did for a while there.
TGIF!
If your GEN fic has a pairing significant enough to appear in your header? It's NO LONGER GEN.
Love n' hugs, Mari
02) So LJ's gone a little batshit again and now Ponderosa121 has been suspended. Hi, lame. If anything ever happens or if I finally shoot the shit out of this place like a rabid postal worker you can find me at:
Tumblr || Last.fm
Basically- just about ANYWHERE you can create a journal or profile for yourself I am Marishna. It's unlikely I'll ever be anything else. Feel free to friend away and I'll more than likely friend you back since there's really nothing overly personal on those sites yet. Go. Shoo! Friend!
03) I want to do those gift and love meme things but signing up for other people's means I have to reciprocate and I honestly don't know if I'll ever get around to it. I know I suck at those memes and although I really WANT to do them I don't know if I WOULD and that isn't fair. How about I just say that I love you all and love is my gift. Not death, though. Not today. Sorry. Come back tomorrow for that one.
04) "Wake Up Call" by Maroon 5 is what I believe to be Sandy's song when she finds out Jared's cheating on her and I want to write that fic SO BADLY. In fact, I want to write a series of fics, of sorts, based on that whole CD. The next
spn_fanmix challenge, perhaps? Go join.05) I would, however, like to do that WIP snippet meme. Basically- you post a snippet from your WIPs. Sound simple? Yeah. Only I have something close to 40+ fics in varying stages of serious work right now. I start them and then leave them to kind of... mature. Ferment, if you will. And then I go back and write more or sometimes! SOMETIMES! I even finish them!
Anyway.
Jared's married
"Jensen?" Chad said in a low tone. "What the fuck did you do?"
"Nothing." Jensen's heart was beating a mile a minute and he couldn't concentrate.
"Jensen," Chad said in a warning tone.
"Fuck off and let me think for a second," Jensen snapped back. He heard the phone in the kitchen ringing in the distance, the other phone on the land line he didn't turn off. He made his way down the hallway to answer it as Chad was talking or ranting, he wasn't sure which because he had tuned him out to think.
"Just a second," he said, interrupting Chad and answered the kitchen phone, holding the cell away from his ear. "Hello?"
"Jensen, about time you got up. Have you heard from Jared?" It was Eric, which could only mean bad things by this point.
"Eric? What's going on? I've got Chad Michael Murray on my cell asking what's up with Jared and now you're calling. What's going on?" Jensen was close to having a fucking heart attack by this point, his hands were shaking a little and he'd broken out in a cold sweat. Either something was very wrong with Jared or something was going to be very wrong with him in a short while.
"I just got a call from some newspaper in Los Angeles asking if I had any comment for the happy couple. Seems Jared went and got married yesterday."
Jensen dropped the cell phone. He could hear Chad shouting at him from the floor.
Fuck, he wasn't a morning person.
Sam/Chris #1
"You've never heard of Kane?" the guy asked, flicking his butt on the ground. He crossed his arms and stared back at Sam with that same damn smile, waiting.
"I study a lot. I don't have time to listen to a lot of music right now."
"That's too bad," the guy murmured. "Cause they're not half bad."
"Maybe I'll check them out after the show," Sam replied. The guy just stared at him, still smiling, and it kind of unnerved Sam. His father and Dean would smack him upside the head if they knew he was standing in some dark backalley with a guy he didn't know. Even if he did look to be their sort of character. Maybe that's why Sam hadn't left yet. The guy kind of reminded him of other hunters. Home, in a way. Also, he was sort of... hot?
"Anyway," Sam said abruptly, standing up straight again. "I should get back inside. My friend- my date will be wondering where I am."
"You should," the guy replied. "Check them out, I mean."
"Sorry?" Sam asked.
"Kane. You should check them out." The guy stood up too and moved closer to Sam who stood his ground. He could take him if he had to, the guy was a good five inches shorter than him.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, okay."
The guy stepped in really close now and laid a hand on Sam's chest. Sam's heart was beating a mile a minute. He knew he should step back, knew he could be in a dangerous situation but the guy was standing up, almost on tip toes, and whispering in his ear, "I'm Chris."
Sam/Chris #2
"Hey."
Chris' head shot up at the sound of the quiet greeting and he stilled at the sight of Sam standing a few feet away from him, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets as he waited for Chris to react. Chris pulled the toothpick from his mouth and let a slow, rich smile form on his lips, deepening as he saw Sam's cheeks redden slightly in the dim light.
"Well ain't that somthin'," Chris drawled, watching as Sam shifted under his gaze.
"What?" he asked, as he hunched in on himself a little.
"Didn't expect you to show."
"I didn't either," Sam confessed.
Slashfest #2
That picture was accompanied by a message-- "I have something for you."
"Dude, if what you have for me is your cock wrapped up in a big red bow, it's not that I don't appreciate the effort but that's kind of lame," Jared told Jensen over the phone
"Trust me, it's not my cock in a bow. Although that would have hurt less," Jensen replied ruefully.
Sufficiently intrigued Jared pestered Jensen about what he had to him every night that they talked, constantly taunted by Jensen with more photos. He wanted to know so badly, infact, that he flew all the way to Dallas to see Jensen in his play. The days leading up to Jensen's play were quiet, however, a mere few pictureless text messages to tide Jared over while he waited for any clue as to what Jensen had planned for him. He took Sandy and his sister-in-law for appearances sake and chatted with Jensen's family and Daneel (Jensen's "for appearances sake") and posed for pictures with the fans who'd swarmed the theatre to see Jensen perform.
He made nice with everyone because Jared was a nice guy when all he really wanted to do was find a way backstage to see Jensen for the first time in months during intersession. Finally the waiting got to be too uch for him and Jared toook a series of quick camera phone photos of the theatre concession stand, himself with Jensen's father and his theatre ticket with "I'm watching you" scrawled on the back.
What if the apocalypse came before Dean could get to Sam in the pilot?
"Sam," Dean cut him off firmly. "We're leaving. That's it. We need to pack you a bag and shag ass, all right? Can you do that?"
Sam's eyes darted right once and then settled back on Dean. "No, I don't think so."
Dean blinked and glanced in the same direction. "Sam?"
He shook his head. "No, Dean."
Dean picked up his gun and stood slowly. Sam tried to hold his hands but Dean pulled away gently and moved toward the closed door off the living room.
"Don't go in there," Sam said faintly. Dean paused on the second step, waiting for his brother to stop him but he didn't move from his spot on the couch. Hell, he didn't even look at Dean. So he kept going across the room and pushed the door open to Sam's bedroom slowly. The drapes were pulled shut but the bright California sun still managed to brighten the room, a few stray beams falling across the bed and the body lying on it.
She was pretty, Sam's girlfriend. Long, curly blonde hair and large, wide blue eyes. She had nice legs, Dean mused as he stared at her, sprawled out on the bed. She'd probably have been a lot of fun to hang out with. You know, if she were alive.
Dean stepped closer and noted her ripped clothing, dirty with foot prints stamped into her. Her hair was matted on one side, tangled with blood and brain matter. Dean swallowed hard and sat down on the bed beside her. Her arm was bent at an odd angle and her fingers were crushed. He held her hand carefully and examined it. No manicure. No fuss, no muss- Sammy's kind of girl.
"I wasn't sure..."
Dean looked up and saw Sam standing in the doorway, watching him uncertainly. He hovered nervously, tapping the fingers of one hand on his leg hard.
"You weren't sure?" Dean prompted him, setting Jess' hand down carefully.
"What to do with her. Should I try and dress her again? Or call someone? I brought her back here after I found her."
"Found her?" Dean asked.
"She was in class when... it happened. When it started. I didn't hear from her for a couple hours so I went looking for her. By that time the campus was cleared out. And I found her. The people in her class- they all tried to run. She... she must not have been fast enough." Sam looked down at his hands.
"Hey." Dean stood up, walked to Sam. "Hey."
Sam looked at him, expression blank.
"You did good, Sammy. Okay? You did good. Did what you could."
Jared's a virgin
"I'm still a virgin," Jared whispered. Jensen blinked.
"Come again?"
Jared shook his head. "No, never."
Jensen opened his mouth to say something likely highly inappropriate but then thought better. "What about you and Sandy?"
Jared shrugged. "We just never... she wasn't exactly good for much other than a set of big boobs and a date for the red carpet."
Jensen blinked again. "So you two ..."
Jared shook his head. "Nope."
"Not even a little?"
Jared shrugged. "We fooled around a couple times but nothing serious. Nothing even under the clothes."
Jensen blinked slowly and shook his head. "You're seriously telling me that you've never had sex? Never played a little hide the salami? Never done the G-spot two-step? Never double-parked the moist hose? Never-"
"What in the hell does that even mean?"
Jared buys a house in Vancouver
"So I'm thinking about getting a house up here," Jared mentioned casually to Jensen over the phone one night in June, and that's all it took for Jensen to hop on the plane back to Vancouver.
Jared had been there filming that Kinkade movie for about six weeks then and he was almost done. It took a little longer than they expected but Jared was cool with it and it was the only thing he had planned for the summer before they went back to work in late July. Jensen was taking it easy after his play, trying not to jinx the good reviews he'd received from critics and fans alike. He saw Jared briefly during his run when his friend surprised him by flying down for one night to see him perform but he was done by the time Jensen was out of costume and on is way back to the airport.
The least Jensen could do was fly up and help Jared find a place to live then, right?
Dean/Jessica in WIaWSNB
"It's been too long, Dean. I don't know if I can keep quiet. I remember the Impala backseat being plenty big enough," Jess whispered.
"Big enough for what?" Dean nearly yelled, his voice higher and more panicked sounding than he'd heard himself get in awhile.
"Shhh!" she hissed. "That's why we have to go out to the car."
"Jess- what- are you fucking kidding me?" Jensen sputtered, trying to take a step back from his brother's girlfriend but her hands were wrapped around him, cupping his ass tightly.
"You're not still pissed about what happened back in California, are you?" she sighed, reaching up to run a hand over Dean's cheek. His flinched without thinking and she frowned. "You are."
"Y-yeah. I am."
Jared and Jensen meet in a bar
Jared and Jensen meet in a bar
"You know, if you play your cards right you might end up with a free beer."
Jared Padalecki looked over from where he was watching the television over the bar and blinked. "Huh?"
"Someone hasn't taken their eyes off you since you sat down," Mike Rosenbaum, the bartender and a friend of Jared's, tried to cock his head casually toward a table in the corner to the left of the bar but- being Mike and unable to be subtle about anything, ever- ended up getting the guy's attention instead and he sent a hesitant smile in Jared's direction. Jared nodded his acknowledgement and turned back to Mike with a glare.
"Thanks," Jared said sarcastically.
"What?" Mike asked, exasperated. "If you're too chicken shit to get yourself any tail-"
"I'm not chicken shit. I just don't want to pick up in a bar. This bar," Jared hissed.
"Something wrong with my bar?" Mike asked, cocking an eyebrow and leaning on the bar top, trying to get in Jared's face. Jared rolled his eyes and shoved Mike away by the shoulder but Mike leaned back in, getting level with Jared so he could look him in the eye. "Seriously, man. You trying to win the award for the longest dry spell, or what?"
Girl!Sam #2
"Hey." Some guy in a trendy leather jacket that made Dean want to snort out loud sidled up beside him and jerked his head toward the bar. "That your girlfriend?"
Dean glanced up quickly, fiddling with the walkman EMF metre and saw he was referring to Sam who was staking out the bar from his perch on one of the stools, legs crossed primly and twirling his hair around his finger boredly.
"Sam? No, he's my brother." The guy raised his eyebrow and Dean flushed. "I mean sister. I mean- he's - she's my sister. Sister."
"You sure?" The guy asked, half grinning. Dean gave him a half-hearted smile and muttered to himself under his breath until the guy took off, leaving him to try to get the damn EMF metre to work. Five minutes later he was cursing outright and drawing a few odd stares as he finally gave up and slammed the damn thing against the table top in frustration.
"Maybe Sam can fi-" he mumbled to himself and looked up to find him in the crowded bar and stopping short. Sam was still at the bar but no longer bored. The douche in the leather jacket was sitting on the stool next to him, engaging him in conversation that Sam paid fake attention to, or so Dean hoped. But then the douche in leather leaned over and laid his hand on Sam's knee while they talked and damn if Sam didn't blush and let out a deep, throaty laugh that Dean couldn't remember ever hearing. He was across the bar in seconds, slinging his arm around Sam's shoulders and turning them toward the leather head with a big, fake smile plastered across his face.
"Hey, what's happening over here?" he asked, tightening his hold on Sam's shoulder possessively and leaning close enough so he could smell Sam's shampoo. Sam shifted uncomfortably in his hold and jerked his head around fast enough that their noses brushed and Dean could jut his chin out a little to touch Sam's lips with his own.
Five Times Dean was naked in the Impala
1) "I told you we should have brought the change blanket for him," John grumbled as he yanked open the back door. They were pulled over on the shoulder of a back road on a warm day.
Mary just rolled her eyes and laid Dean down on the seat gently, cooing as she did so. Dean's face scrunched up, ready to start wailing so Mary made quick work of his onesie and diaper, wrapping it up and handing it off to John who sighed and passed her a fresh one.
Once the diaper was off Dean kicked his feet in the air, wriggling on the leather seat. John winced a little when Mary cleaned him gently with a baby wipe and shook some baby powder on his bottom that got all over the upholstery as well.
John muttered under his breath the whole way home about classic cars and mint conditions and being prepared for all baby emergencies and whatnot. Mary just smiled and shook her head at him, looking back at Dean who was fast asleep in his baby seat. And the next time she got in the car she didn't say a word when she noticed the baby powder scented car freshner hanging from the rear view mirror.
Virginia's plotbunny
"I'm just... uncomfortable," Jared replied, eyes shifting quickly to the guest star who was trying to understand the director's instructions as he talked her through the scene again. Jensen followed his eyes and raised an eyebrow, before facing Jared directly.
"She's not even that hot, Jay."
"She's not ugly."
"Why's she got you all hot and bothered, anyway? You in heat or something?"
Jared screwed up his face and looked like he was going to Jensen to fuck off, then slumped down in his seat in defeat. "Sandy's in Europe," Jared sighed. "She's been there for three weeks already."
"Yeah, so?"
"It's been three weeks, Jensen," Jared said again with emphasis. Jensen shook his head, still not understanding. Jared flushed and gestured to his groin. "Three weeks."
Sam's in the army
"What do you mean, it's human?"
"Just what I said, sir. He shows no signs of being a demon or a shapeshifter. His vitals are normal, he's in good shape and reacts to all stimuli normally." The shorter soldier walked double time to keep up to his superior, struggling to hold his weapon properly while they moved toward the holding area.
"So no alien exploded from his stomach when they shoved a needle into his foot?" The other soldier asked. The shorter one frowned, confused.
"Sir?"
"It's a joke."
"Oh. Right. What is your recommendation?"
"Where is he?"
"Room 17b. He's sedated, though."
"Why?"
"He was struggling. The doctor felt it best for him to be under sedation for the tests."
I have to stop there. There's just too many. Jared and Jensen get stoned, more of the office!verse I started earlier this year, gap fillers, a wing!fic... yeah. I have TOTAL ADD when it comes to writing. I'm amazed I get anything done at all. To be fair, though, BigBang took up A LOT of my attention for the first 6 months of the year. It's pretty much the only thing I did for a while there.
TGIF!
