Dean Winchester is one fucked up brother... (J2)
Title: Dean Winchester is one fucked up brother, while Sammy’s utterly screwed and Kripke’s a sadistic bastard on crack.
Fandom: rps
Author: Adja999
Pairing/Character: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, mentions of Kripke and one FC: Xavier.
Word Count: 2,218
Rating: PG 13, maybe… a lil’ more?
Summary: The fans are going to love the new twist in Supernatural’s plot. Jared does not.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Own them? I wish.
“Sam does what?!!”
Jared almost drops the phone and struggles to take his breath. It’s so unfair that the photography director gets the script before he does, but since he’s warning him, he’ll complain later. When he manages to put the receiver back against his hear he hears the end of Greg’s sentence. “…and then Sam just kisses Dean.”
“What-…” the hell? “Why?” Krikpe’s pulled weird shit over the years (the kind of shit that have fans send Jensen red suspenders, for example), and has always managed to convince his actors that, yes this is great. But this? This takes the proverbial biscuit.
Greg knows Jared’s gay, so he probably thought he should warn him. They talked about how uncomfortable sex scenes can be, and… even though a kiss isn’t a sex scene, it can come pretty close to it. Especially in Supernatural.
“Actually, it’s not Sammy. It’s a thing that looks like him.” Greg corrects. Great, it still means Jared. “It’ supposed to show that… Oh, yeah… because Dean goes for it, like… totally, it’s supposed to show that, even though Dean doesn’t exactly want it, he’d do anything for Sammy. I think it’s supposed to show his devotion or something.”
“Huh.” Jared snorts. “Yeah, I’m sure the fans will get that. They won’t get stuck at the huge wincest squee part, that’s for sure.”
Greg chuckles. “So, yeah… I thought I’d tell you.”
“Yeah… Thanks man.”
They hang up and Jared turns off the boiling water. No need for pasta, he’s not that hungry anymore.
So… the thing is, Greg’s his friend and he knows he’s gay. Jensen knows, or Jared thinks he does, he might believe Jared’s bi. When they met he was, or thought he was.
But really none of them know how bad Jared’s got it for Jensen. He’s not gay, he’s not bi. He’s just hopelessly single and completely unavailable.
There’s only one thing on his mind, it doesn’t have a gender per se. It has a presence, a feel, and bright green eyes that laugh along when Jensen smiles.
He’s so completely screwed.
And he’s going to have to kiss the man he loves and pretend that… he’s just pretending.
“Just great.” He huffs in frustration.
“What’s not so great?” Jensen comes from the living room an excited bounce in his step, toy in hand and Sadie in tow, catching the sarcasm in Jared’s voice.
“Nothing…” Jared says and knows it would be a losing battle so he corrects himself. “…you won’t read tomorrow.”
“Oh, got spoilers for the next episode?” The excitement in Jensen’s voice is clearly not from playing with the dogs anymore. He loves his job. At the moment, Jared wishes he could say the same thing.
“Yes.” Jared drags it out. He feels too overwhelmed to freak out now. “You and I. We kiss.”
Jen just stares at him in confusion, obviously trying to decide if this is a joke, but Jared’s never been good at dead panning. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why?” Jensen frowns. “I mean… hello? PG 13?” He holds up a hand. “Wincest.” He holds up another, balancing them like scales. “Is Kripke on crack?”
“Well, I guess we’ve got to play the wincest angle. And the Jsquared angle as well. It’ll make the ratings go through the roof.”
“I’ll bet.” Jensen is smirking. “Still. I don’t get it.”
Jared feels cocky and wants a hasty retreat before he loses his nerve. He pats Jensen’s cheek. “It’s to show how much you’re devoted to me, man.” And on that note he leaves.
¤¤¤
Still, the fact remains. No wonder it’s the kind of scene they get at the last moment. Kripke wants no leaks, but he also doesn’t want his actors to set up booty traps around his trailer.
Tuesday, tomorrow, he’s going to kiss Jensen. Sam and Dean are going to kiss, or Fake!Sam and Dean, and that scene is going to last hours in shooting.
Kripke’s explained it to Jensen and him and it seems somewhat okay with the Supernatural verse. It’s really about Dean caving in to whatever Sam would want so he can forget himself in Sam, in living for Sam. Just like he always have. To protect him, to feed him, to raise him, to hunt with him. Dean’s purpose has always been Sam.
Sometimes, Jared wishes he was Sam.
¤¤¤
When they actually shoot the scene, Jared feels awkward as hell, his hands are sweaty and he’s pretty sure they’re trembling. The crew is cool about it, and everyone seems sympathetic to how weird this must feel to them. Especially Eric, who calls a break, tells them to take a walk, clear the tension and get back in five.
Jensen seems tense too, but he’s the first one to talk, always the big brother, in life too. “Look, just… don’t overthink it, Jay. Just do it.” He says as they’re heading back.
“Alright.” Jared says and throws his empty coffee cup in the trashcan. “Just remember you told me that.”
As they take position again, Emma doing some more work on Dean’s bloody temple -the kiss is supposed to be Fake!Sam panicking over Dean and thinking he’s been knocked out- Kripke stands next to Jared and presses his shoulder gently. “You go, son. I know this is weird.”
“You have no idea.” Jared says and goes to kiss Jensen again. No. Not Jensen. Dean.
Oh, what the hell, after all? He wants the kiss to look real, and as desperate as Sam kissing Dean thinking he almost lost him? Fine, Jared’s going to kiss Jensen.
They don’t have enough cameras so there’ll be two shoots. One the kiss, then when they break it off.
On cue, Jared puts on his ‘Sam’ mask and grabs Jensen off the floor. Jensen whimpers, again, and it’s really no help at all. “Dean? God, I thought…” Jensen’s eyes flutter open and Jared kisses him.
He really does, and to say Dean goes for it would be the fucking understatement of the century. Like it’s been scripted, Jensen looks shocked at first, and hesitant, but when he gives in, he’s all Dean. Desperate, fucked up and needy. He gives himself up to Sam.
Kripke is right. This fits in the scenario. Dean died for Sam. Went to hell for him. He’d give him his body without a second of hesitation.
The extend of the idea makes Jared tremble.
Jared’s shaking, he’s aware of it. His hands on Jensen’s side, still holding him up from the floor and behind his co star’s head are far from steady. Jensen’s are, though. Balled in his jacket and slipped in his hair.
“And cut! Awesome, boys.” Jared jerks away from Jensen’s lips, unable to go much further without dropping Jensen.
Like he’s expected it, he’s so busted. Realization is clear in Jensen’s eyes and Jared curses inwardly. He knew all along that someday he’d be figured out, but he didn’t really want Jensen’s epiphany to happen on set. After a fucking kiss between Sam and Dean.
Green eyes are searching his, watching his face as if Jensen is seeing him for the first time and this is the most painful thing in the world. Jared’s not the same for Jen now. He’s changed.
Except it’s not true. He cringes, tries for a small smile as he regretfully lets go of Jensen and they scramble off the floor. “Just remember you told me that.” Re reminds Jensen, now the warning is clear. Too bad it wasn’t when it counted.
“Great job, guys.” Eric says, oblivious, rewatching the scene on some monitor. “We’ll break now, we’ll shoot the rest after lunch.”
The rest means when Sam - the real Sam - walks in on the kiss. Then there’s another shot to be made with Dean and Fake!Sam breaking the kiss.
Jared realizes with a bitter sinking feeling that things are going to be just as awkward between Dean and Sam than between him and Jensen now. To the same level. They all live together.
“Just great.”
They shoot both scenes. Jared doesn’t know what special effect they’ll use to make Sam walk in on the kiss, since he can’t be twice on screen at once for real, and he’d usually ask but he’s feeling way too off to be able to watch as Xavier, the photoshop expert shows him.
The entire day is awkward. Not enough for anyone to remark on it, but the few glances he exchanges with Jensen tell him enough. Jensen’s worried, and pained that things are that way, and as soon as he meets Jared’s eyes the expression shifts to a pleading, questioning look. Jared quickly looks away, each time.
He’s kissed Jensen. He’s utterly screwed now. He’s not even turned on, hard or anything by the memory of it.
He just feels hollow, tight black hole in the middle of his chest pulling in insides into nothingness and leaving him aching. Now he knows what he can’t have. Dean just kissed Sam -in his mind, at least- and it was the most mind blowing kiss of Jared’s entire life. Maybe because it’s the first time he was actually already drop dead in love when the first kiss happened, or maybe because it’s just Jensen.
He catches himself praying for Dean and Sam never to hook up, even though he’d always thought it’d be funny, like… for the last scene of the very last episode they’d wake up in a bed together and yelp at the sight of each other or something. The fans would love him if they knew he thought that.
And he watches to smack himself because right now? He’s hoping Supernatural gets cancelled.
He doesn’t know what the day holds for Jensen, and he doesn’t ask, clear sign of how off he is, but when they get back at their place, Jensen corners him in the kitchen, leaning against the center island and looking at him seriously.
“Did I dream it, Jay?”
“What?”
“The look in your eyes.” Jared turns, chewing his lip, Jensen meets his eyes. “You’re a really good actor, but… I’ve seen Sam want and I’ve seen you want and they’re two different things. Earlier today…” A beat. “…there was both.” He hesitates. “Wasn’t there?”
“Like I said…” Jared walks away, turning his back. “Just remember you told me not to overthink it. To just do it.”
He leaves the kitchen for his room. Wonders how long things will be awkward, if Jensen is going to try and have the ‘you know you’re my best friend’ talk with him and if he’s going to have to watch the man his loves look for a new apartment.
“You know…” Jensen’s voice from his door makes him jump. Jensen’s leaning against the doorframe. “… I’m kind of glad you did.” He gives Jared a soft smile. “I feel like I know you better. I can see you better.”
“Great.” Jared’s voice drips with sarcasm.
“And I can do this.”
Jared looks up, curiosity’s always been a week spot. And he can’t help but furrow his eyebrows when Jensen doesn’t move, except to reach out for his own wrist and just pop open a large leather band he’s been wearing as a bracelet for a while. Okay, what does it have to do with…?
“Drunken tattoo.” Jensen explains, and he flops on Jared’s bed, one leg folded under himself, the other foot on the floor, mirroring Jared’s posture. Jared is sure it’s completely unintentional. They’re sort of close. He holds out his wrist for Jared to examine.
He has to turn it over to really see and the touch makes his heart flutter. There’s a ‘J’ on the inside of Jensen’s wrist. Lettering like. It’s really discreet, albeit it’s not small, maybe two inches, but it’s in white ink. It’s there all the same. Jared tries to recall how long it’s been since Jensen has started wearing the bracelet, because it’s healed.
“It took me sometime to admit to myself that I had more insight drunk than sober, at least on matters concerning my own psyche.” Jensen says, and Jared grins at his choice of words, and then he stops breathing because Jensen’s taking his hand softly. “I don’t think I branded myself with my initial.”
“Oh.”
Oh.
Jared resists the urge to whoop, and looks into Jensen’s eyes to make sure, really sure he’s understood everything right.
“But… You’re not gay.” It’s stupid, it comes out of his mouth before he can help it.
Jensen chuckles. “I think…” His fingers are tracing Jared’s hands. “… that gender doesn’t really matter, when it comes to that kind of love.”
Jared gasps. Love? “What-.. What kind?”
Jensen scoots impossibly closer and ghosts over his lips, appreciating Jared’s sudden lack of breathing. “The Jsquared kind.” Jensen says, before brushing their lips together, soft, pink skin catching a little at the contact. “I think we’re really going to make the ratings go through the roof.”
Jared fakes an exasperated groan, he doesn’t know how he does it though. “Ugh, I can already see the fanmail…”
He chuckles and kisses Jensen.
It’s nothing like Dean and Sam’s kiss, it still tastes like Jensen, but it’s not Dean kissing back. Jared is going to hug Kripke first thing tomorrow.
Fandom: rps
Author: Adja999
Pairing/Character: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, mentions of Kripke and one FC: Xavier.
Word Count: 2,218
Rating: PG 13, maybe… a lil’ more?
Summary: The fans are going to love the new twist in Supernatural’s plot. Jared does not.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Own them? I wish.
“Sam does what?!!”
Jared almost drops the phone and struggles to take his breath. It’s so unfair that the photography director gets the script before he does, but since he’s warning him, he’ll complain later. When he manages to put the receiver back against his hear he hears the end of Greg’s sentence. “…and then Sam just kisses Dean.”
“What-…” the hell? “Why?” Krikpe’s pulled weird shit over the years (the kind of shit that have fans send Jensen red suspenders, for example), and has always managed to convince his actors that, yes this is great. But this? This takes the proverbial biscuit.
Greg knows Jared’s gay, so he probably thought he should warn him. They talked about how uncomfortable sex scenes can be, and… even though a kiss isn’t a sex scene, it can come pretty close to it. Especially in Supernatural.
“Actually, it’s not Sammy. It’s a thing that looks like him.” Greg corrects. Great, it still means Jared. “It’ supposed to show that… Oh, yeah… because Dean goes for it, like… totally, it’s supposed to show that, even though Dean doesn’t exactly want it, he’d do anything for Sammy. I think it’s supposed to show his devotion or something.”
“Huh.” Jared snorts. “Yeah, I’m sure the fans will get that. They won’t get stuck at the huge wincest squee part, that’s for sure.”
Greg chuckles. “So, yeah… I thought I’d tell you.”
“Yeah… Thanks man.”
They hang up and Jared turns off the boiling water. No need for pasta, he’s not that hungry anymore.
So… the thing is, Greg’s his friend and he knows he’s gay. Jensen knows, or Jared thinks he does, he might believe Jared’s bi. When they met he was, or thought he was.
But really none of them know how bad Jared’s got it for Jensen. He’s not gay, he’s not bi. He’s just hopelessly single and completely unavailable.
There’s only one thing on his mind, it doesn’t have a gender per se. It has a presence, a feel, and bright green eyes that laugh along when Jensen smiles.
He’s so completely screwed.
And he’s going to have to kiss the man he loves and pretend that… he’s just pretending.
“Just great.” He huffs in frustration.
“What’s not so great?” Jensen comes from the living room an excited bounce in his step, toy in hand and Sadie in tow, catching the sarcasm in Jared’s voice.
“Nothing…” Jared says and knows it would be a losing battle so he corrects himself. “…you won’t read tomorrow.”
“Oh, got spoilers for the next episode?” The excitement in Jensen’s voice is clearly not from playing with the dogs anymore. He loves his job. At the moment, Jared wishes he could say the same thing.
“Yes.” Jared drags it out. He feels too overwhelmed to freak out now. “You and I. We kiss.”
Jen just stares at him in confusion, obviously trying to decide if this is a joke, but Jared’s never been good at dead panning. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why?” Jensen frowns. “I mean… hello? PG 13?” He holds up a hand. “Wincest.” He holds up another, balancing them like scales. “Is Kripke on crack?”
“Well, I guess we’ve got to play the wincest angle. And the Jsquared angle as well. It’ll make the ratings go through the roof.”
“I’ll bet.” Jensen is smirking. “Still. I don’t get it.”
Jared feels cocky and wants a hasty retreat before he loses his nerve. He pats Jensen’s cheek. “It’s to show how much you’re devoted to me, man.” And on that note he leaves.
¤¤¤
Still, the fact remains. No wonder it’s the kind of scene they get at the last moment. Kripke wants no leaks, but he also doesn’t want his actors to set up booty traps around his trailer.
Tuesday, tomorrow, he’s going to kiss Jensen. Sam and Dean are going to kiss, or Fake!Sam and Dean, and that scene is going to last hours in shooting.
Kripke’s explained it to Jensen and him and it seems somewhat okay with the Supernatural verse. It’s really about Dean caving in to whatever Sam would want so he can forget himself in Sam, in living for Sam. Just like he always have. To protect him, to feed him, to raise him, to hunt with him. Dean’s purpose has always been Sam.
Sometimes, Jared wishes he was Sam.
¤¤¤
When they actually shoot the scene, Jared feels awkward as hell, his hands are sweaty and he’s pretty sure they’re trembling. The crew is cool about it, and everyone seems sympathetic to how weird this must feel to them. Especially Eric, who calls a break, tells them to take a walk, clear the tension and get back in five.
Jensen seems tense too, but he’s the first one to talk, always the big brother, in life too. “Look, just… don’t overthink it, Jay. Just do it.” He says as they’re heading back.
“Alright.” Jared says and throws his empty coffee cup in the trashcan. “Just remember you told me that.”
As they take position again, Emma doing some more work on Dean’s bloody temple -the kiss is supposed to be Fake!Sam panicking over Dean and thinking he’s been knocked out- Kripke stands next to Jared and presses his shoulder gently. “You go, son. I know this is weird.”
“You have no idea.” Jared says and goes to kiss Jensen again. No. Not Jensen. Dean.
Oh, what the hell, after all? He wants the kiss to look real, and as desperate as Sam kissing Dean thinking he almost lost him? Fine, Jared’s going to kiss Jensen.
They don’t have enough cameras so there’ll be two shoots. One the kiss, then when they break it off.
On cue, Jared puts on his ‘Sam’ mask and grabs Jensen off the floor. Jensen whimpers, again, and it’s really no help at all. “Dean? God, I thought…” Jensen’s eyes flutter open and Jared kisses him.
He really does, and to say Dean goes for it would be the fucking understatement of the century. Like it’s been scripted, Jensen looks shocked at first, and hesitant, but when he gives in, he’s all Dean. Desperate, fucked up and needy. He gives himself up to Sam.
Kripke is right. This fits in the scenario. Dean died for Sam. Went to hell for him. He’d give him his body without a second of hesitation.
The extend of the idea makes Jared tremble.
Jared’s shaking, he’s aware of it. His hands on Jensen’s side, still holding him up from the floor and behind his co star’s head are far from steady. Jensen’s are, though. Balled in his jacket and slipped in his hair.
“And cut! Awesome, boys.” Jared jerks away from Jensen’s lips, unable to go much further without dropping Jensen.
Like he’s expected it, he’s so busted. Realization is clear in Jensen’s eyes and Jared curses inwardly. He knew all along that someday he’d be figured out, but he didn’t really want Jensen’s epiphany to happen on set. After a fucking kiss between Sam and Dean.
Green eyes are searching his, watching his face as if Jensen is seeing him for the first time and this is the most painful thing in the world. Jared’s not the same for Jen now. He’s changed.
Except it’s not true. He cringes, tries for a small smile as he regretfully lets go of Jensen and they scramble off the floor. “Just remember you told me that.” Re reminds Jensen, now the warning is clear. Too bad it wasn’t when it counted.
“Great job, guys.” Eric says, oblivious, rewatching the scene on some monitor. “We’ll break now, we’ll shoot the rest after lunch.”
The rest means when Sam - the real Sam - walks in on the kiss. Then there’s another shot to be made with Dean and Fake!Sam breaking the kiss.
Jared realizes with a bitter sinking feeling that things are going to be just as awkward between Dean and Sam than between him and Jensen now. To the same level. They all live together.
“Just great.”
They shoot both scenes. Jared doesn’t know what special effect they’ll use to make Sam walk in on the kiss, since he can’t be twice on screen at once for real, and he’d usually ask but he’s feeling way too off to be able to watch as Xavier, the photoshop expert shows him.
The entire day is awkward. Not enough for anyone to remark on it, but the few glances he exchanges with Jensen tell him enough. Jensen’s worried, and pained that things are that way, and as soon as he meets Jared’s eyes the expression shifts to a pleading, questioning look. Jared quickly looks away, each time.
He’s kissed Jensen. He’s utterly screwed now. He’s not even turned on, hard or anything by the memory of it.
He just feels hollow, tight black hole in the middle of his chest pulling in insides into nothingness and leaving him aching. Now he knows what he can’t have. Dean just kissed Sam -in his mind, at least- and it was the most mind blowing kiss of Jared’s entire life. Maybe because it’s the first time he was actually already drop dead in love when the first kiss happened, or maybe because it’s just Jensen.
He catches himself praying for Dean and Sam never to hook up, even though he’d always thought it’d be funny, like… for the last scene of the very last episode they’d wake up in a bed together and yelp at the sight of each other or something. The fans would love him if they knew he thought that.
And he watches to smack himself because right now? He’s hoping Supernatural gets cancelled.
He doesn’t know what the day holds for Jensen, and he doesn’t ask, clear sign of how off he is, but when they get back at their place, Jensen corners him in the kitchen, leaning against the center island and looking at him seriously.
“Did I dream it, Jay?”
“What?”
“The look in your eyes.” Jared turns, chewing his lip, Jensen meets his eyes. “You’re a really good actor, but… I’ve seen Sam want and I’ve seen you want and they’re two different things. Earlier today…” A beat. “…there was both.” He hesitates. “Wasn’t there?”
“Like I said…” Jared walks away, turning his back. “Just remember you told me not to overthink it. To just do it.”
He leaves the kitchen for his room. Wonders how long things will be awkward, if Jensen is going to try and have the ‘you know you’re my best friend’ talk with him and if he’s going to have to watch the man his loves look for a new apartment.
“You know…” Jensen’s voice from his door makes him jump. Jensen’s leaning against the doorframe. “… I’m kind of glad you did.” He gives Jared a soft smile. “I feel like I know you better. I can see you better.”
“Great.” Jared’s voice drips with sarcasm.
“And I can do this.”
Jared looks up, curiosity’s always been a week spot. And he can’t help but furrow his eyebrows when Jensen doesn’t move, except to reach out for his own wrist and just pop open a large leather band he’s been wearing as a bracelet for a while. Okay, what does it have to do with…?
“Drunken tattoo.” Jensen explains, and he flops on Jared’s bed, one leg folded under himself, the other foot on the floor, mirroring Jared’s posture. Jared is sure it’s completely unintentional. They’re sort of close. He holds out his wrist for Jared to examine.
He has to turn it over to really see and the touch makes his heart flutter. There’s a ‘J’ on the inside of Jensen’s wrist. Lettering like. It’s really discreet, albeit it’s not small, maybe two inches, but it’s in white ink. It’s there all the same. Jared tries to recall how long it’s been since Jensen has started wearing the bracelet, because it’s healed.
“It took me sometime to admit to myself that I had more insight drunk than sober, at least on matters concerning my own psyche.” Jensen says, and Jared grins at his choice of words, and then he stops breathing because Jensen’s taking his hand softly. “I don’t think I branded myself with my initial.”
“Oh.”
Oh.
Jared resists the urge to whoop, and looks into Jensen’s eyes to make sure, really sure he’s understood everything right.
“But… You’re not gay.” It’s stupid, it comes out of his mouth before he can help it.
Jensen chuckles. “I think…” His fingers are tracing Jared’s hands. “… that gender doesn’t really matter, when it comes to that kind of love.”
Jared gasps. Love? “What-.. What kind?”
Jensen scoots impossibly closer and ghosts over his lips, appreciating Jared’s sudden lack of breathing. “The Jsquared kind.” Jensen says, before brushing their lips together, soft, pink skin catching a little at the contact. “I think we’re really going to make the ratings go through the roof.”
Jared fakes an exasperated groan, he doesn’t know how he does it though. “Ugh, I can already see the fanmail…”
He chuckles and kisses Jensen.
It’s nothing like Dean and Sam’s kiss, it still tastes like Jensen, but it’s not Dean kissing back. Jared is going to hug Kripke first thing tomorrow.