Fic: All My Dreams Are Built Around Your Face (part of the kidverse)
Title: All My Dreams Are Built Around Your Face
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, implied Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3.278
Warnings: crack, AU, implied Wincest
Beta: garvaldmains All remaining mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fic. Everything is only made up by me and I'm making no profit with this story.
Summary: This follows I Wish that I Saw Something to Make Me Come of Age.
Note: It's the last chap finally and hell, I promise you guys that I won't ever do a WIP again. Next time I'll first write the whole story, then post it, so there will be no endless waiting for you, lol I hope you enjoyed reading the fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Winning Jensen back was a lot more difficult than it had first seemed to Jared. Or, you know, at least it was kind of difficult with Jared having the ugliest cold he had in quite a while. He was now lying in bed all day, coughing and sneezing, his face was constantly red and he was sweating like never before and Jared supposed that weren't the right circumstances to go and declare his undying love to Jensen.
Besides, now he got to laze around, read comics, play PlayStation 2 or watch TV and, yeah, he loved Jensen, but there were certain priorities in every boy's life.
And Sam didn't allow him to eat any sweets and damn it, but Jared needed his candy. He was grumpy and miserable and not at all his good old funny self when he didn't get his daily dose of candy; he clearly didn't want to scare Jensen away by bitching at him.
He didn't have a plan on how to win Jensen back, either. Just walking up to him and saying, 'Hey, you're my best friend, but I really think we should hook up,' still didn't seem the wisest thing to do. Jared could buy him flowers if Jensen was a girl, but since that wasn't the case, he assumed he would only get a kick in the butt for his trouble. Singing Jensen a serenade was out of question, too. Jared couldn't hit a note properly even if his life depended on it and he didn't want to send Jensen running away screaming because his ears were bleeding.
Jared sighed and curled in on himself after he rearranged the pillows. Winning Jensen back would just have to wait until Jared was finally allowed to eat candy again, because then he'd be able to feel and function like a human again.
* * *
It was a wonder that Jensen had even found his way home as confused as he was after Jared had kissed him. God, Jensen knew he'd have to worry about some problems whilst growing up, but he hadn't expected that getting kissed by his friend would be a problem. It didn't need to be one, either. Hell, it wasn't like Jensen hadn't secretly hoped for something like that to happen since he'd been 14. If Jared had given him just one more second then Jensen would've been able to get over his shock and kiss him back.
But it was a problem now that Jared had simply run away. Jensen wasn't stupid; he'd seen the utter shock on Jared's face after what he'd done. Jensen didn't know why Jared had kissed him, but he'd definitely liked it, even though Jared must've hated it when he needed to run away like that. Jensen hadn't heard from him since then and Jared hadn't been in school for a whole week now and either he was ill or simply not willing to face Jensen.
Jensen sighed heavily and looked around the school cafeteria, trying to spot either Chad, Chris or Steve, but they were nowhere to be seen. Instead, a heavy hand fell on his shoulder and, when Jensen turned around, he saw Brian grinning down at him. Pulling his chair back, Brian placed his plate of food on the table and sat down next to him. “You look like shit, Jenny. What's up? Did someone die? Was it Jay? Would explain why he didn't come to school the past week, wouldn't it.”
Jensen knew Brian only wanted to cheer him up with his crappy humor, but he really wasn't in the mood right now. He rolled his eyes. “Go away, Brian.” The guy had been around him quite a lot lately and Jensen was getting tired of constantly being told bad jokes or getting groped in public.
“Ah, don't be this way. What has your panties in a twist?” Brian didn't seem to want to let it go and Jensen sighed. Sometimes he appreciated Brian's odd concern for him, but the jerk needed to learn when it was better to just leave a person alone.
Better to give in before Brian would be a pain in the ass for the rest of the day, though. “Jared won't ever talk to me again,” Jensen whined and he really didn't care what a girl he was being right now. He thought he was entitled to be a little dramatic about his situation with Jared.
Brian only rolled his eyes. “Dude, get over it. If that jerk has a problem with you liking boys then, fine, let him. It's none of his business and if he wants to play homophobe, it's his loss. He's the one missing out on a good friend, after all.” Brian nudged his shoulder and Jensen couldn't help but smile a little. Brian could be quite awesome sometimes. Like, once every other month.
He shook his head. “It's not like that,” Jensen hesitated a second, not knowing how much to tell Brian. Well, fuck that. Brian would find out eventually, anyway. “I tried to make up with him last Friday. I caught him on the way home and wanted to talk to him, but then he suddenly just leaned over and kissed me. Now it's Thursday and I haven't heard a word from him since,” Jensen let out on a breath.
Brian merely blinked at him for a few seconds before quirking an eyebrow. “Sorry if I'm acting stupid now, but what makes you think that he won't talk to you again? After he, um, kissed you.”
Jensen's shoulders slumped and he looked at his food, not really hungry anymore. He shrugged. “Don't know. He just ran away after it. I guess he just wanted to try it, I was convenient and then he noticed that he didn't like it. And now I probably disgust him because I like stuff like that.”
Jensen was busy staring at his food, so it took him some time to notice that Brian didn't answer him. He frowned and turned to Brian, only to find him looking at Jensen with unadulterated incredulity. “What?” Jensen asked, clearly confused now.
Brian heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head slowly. “Sometimes I wonder how you two morons ever made it into high school at all.” Jensen let out an undignified huff and wanted to reply, but Brian held up a hand to hush him. “No, dude, seriously. You strolling after Jared, doing what he asks of you like a good little soldier, would've been funny if it hadn't been so damn pathetic. Then Jared shooting you all this odd looks but then hooking up with Sandy, probably thinking of you every time he kissed her, was simply weird, too. But now even this? Kissing and running away and emo'ing and causing a whole lot of drama is a bit much, even for you.”
After Brian had finished his little speech, Jensen could only stare at him shocked. Brian must be out of his fucking mind, Jensen never did stroll after Jared. Okay, maybe a little bit, but he was only being a supportive friend. “What - What are you implying?” Jensen asked warily, but Brian only rolled his eyes.
“I'm not implying anything, you idiot. I'm telling you that the stupid little shit is in love with you. Don't look at me like that, he probably doesn't even know it himself. And now he's sitting at home alone, thinking of you, weeping for your oh-so-destroyed friendship and secretly hoping for you to show up and make his wet dreams come true. Or something like that, at least.” Brian finished with a satisfied look on his face and watched with quiet amusement as Jensen gaped at him like a fish out of water. Brian couldn't help feeling a little bit smug.
Brian was such a giver. Always helping his stupid friends along with their lives.
* * *
Jared was dreaming the weirdest dream ever. His parents were arguing about the last M&M's while Brian and Jensen were over in a corner, making out against a wall. Then Sam stopped arguing with Dean long enough to tell Brian to get his filthy hands off his son's boyfriend and, as Brian didn't seem to listen to him, he retrieved a bottle of water and splashed it at Brian. Somehow Brian's skin started to smoke and he was screaming rather viciously; that seemed to scare Jensen off, because he turned and looked at Jared. Jensen smiled and held out a small daisy to Jared, but Brian stepped between them, growling some shit in Latin.
Jared woke up with a start and blinked a few times, unable to focus even in his own room. Wow. Sam arguing about candy and Brian being allergic to water, where the hell did that come from? Jared shook his head at himself and made to sit up, but stopped when he sensed someone else in the room. He took a deep breath and slowly turned around, ready to scream for his parents at any time, but that scream died in his throat as soon as he was fully turned around.
Right there at his door was standing Jensen, backpack slung over one shoulder while he scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. Jensen cleared his throat and admitted sheepishly, “Sam let me in. I didn't want to wake you, though, so I was just going to - ,” Jensen pointed at the door, indicating his exit.
Shit. Jared was on the verge of a panic attack. There he was with unwashed hair, sweat-sticky sheets , a worn shirt, pajama bottoms that had a damn hole right at his crotch and, of course, the mother of all bad breaths. And Jensen was just being pretty as ever, even though he looked as if he was frightened out of his own skin.
Getting a grip on himself, Jared quickly shook his head and sat up. “No, no, it's okay. Um, take a seat,” Jared blurted out and too late realized that the only thing Jensen could sit on was his bed. Damn. But Jensen nodded anyway and made his way over to him, so Jared scooted over to make some room for him. Jensen sat down on the edge of the bed, mattress squeaking slightly, and put his bag on the floor. “So, um,” Jensen started slowly and didn't dare looking up at Jared. “I guess we should talk.”
“Yeah, guess so,” Jared replied meekly, voice still a bit rough from the cold and he could swear he saw Jensen shivering a bit. Shit, was he afraid of Jared now? That had to be changed. “Look, Jen,” Jared hastened to say, “I'm sorry about that - that kiss, okay? I didn't mean to drop a bomb shell on you or anything and I understand if you're freaked out and all. We don't have to talk about it and I swear I won't do something like that again. But - but stay my friend, yeah? It's okay, I can live with you not wanting to, you know, kiss me and stuff, but just... just stay with me, please.” Jared finished weakly, stressing the last word and looking at Jensen with as much hope and apology he could possibly put into one single look.
Instead of answering right away, Jensen was bending down to rummage through his bag for a moment, before he straightened up again and held out a little package to his friend. Jared took it with trembling fingers, only looking at it confused and Jensen cleared his throat again. “I somehow wanted to show you that everything you did had been more than okay with me, so I thought of doing something really awesome for you, but I kinda came up short. Instead, I bought twenty-four bags of M&M's, all the ones with twenty-five percent more content, and separated the yellow ones from the others, because I know you don't like the yellow ones. It took me about a hour and a half and it's pretty lame, but I wanted to give you something, um, useful. In that package are all the M&M's I bought, except for the yellow ones, of course.” Jensen looked around and seemed to be ready to stand up and flee at every moment, but instead he turned to Jared and smiled a bit weakly at him. “I guess I suck at grand romantic gestures.”
Jensen was staring at the floor now, wringing his hands together in his lap, so he started a bit when he suddenly felt Jared's hand on his arm. He looked up at his friend and... huh. Jensen could swear that the world had started spinning a lot faster, because Jared was smiling the brightest smile at him, eyes twinkling with amusement and hope. “I think you were doing just fine, Jen. For an amateur, at least,” Jared grinned at him and Jensen felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He grinned back at Jared and was about to lean over but stopped at the last second, sniffing. “Dude, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?”
Jared had the grace to blush slightly. “Yesterday evening.” Jensen made a face and made to lean back, but Jared tightened his hold on Jensen's arm. “Now don't be such a wuss about it, you smelt far worse on me.” As Jensen didn't seem to want to argue with that, Jared drew him closer. Their noses were almost touching and they breathed each other's breaths (Jensen winced slightly at that, but Jared chose to ignore it) and Jared really was about to kiss Jensen. Again. And Jensen wanted him to do it. Life really couldn't get any better. He just needed to bridge the last few inches between them and then - then the door suddenly burst open.
“Jay, have you taken your medicine, I - Oh, shit.” Jensen and Jared both turned around to see a very flustered Sam standing in the doorway, staring at them in shock. Jared felt ready to die of embarrassment, but was saved from committing suicide when Sam started slowly backing out of the room. “I, um, I'm sorry. Really. Just - just forget that I was even here and pick up where you, eh, left off. And take your medicine, Jay,” he babbled quickly before closing the door behind him.
Both boys looked at each other silently, hearing Sam's quickly retreating footsteps down the hall. Finally Jensen broke the silence by sighing quietly. “As far as romantic moments go, that one was pretty bad.”
He couldn't complain further than that, because Jared's lips were on his the second Jensen had stopped speaking.
* * *
Just when Sam had hurried down the stairs, the front door opened and a tired-looking Dean entered the house. Sam got a simple nod as a greeting after Dean had tied off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, and he was about to let it go when Dean walked to the stairs too. “How's Jay doing? Think I should look for him?” Dean didn't even seem to want an answer, because he simply made his way around Sam.
Or tried to at least. Sam grabbed his arm and shook his head. “Dude, no. Don't go up there. I swear it's better for your psyche.” Dean frowned and for the first time really looked at Sam, who was still blushing furiously and looking kind of dazed. Concern immediately kicked in and Dean quickly led an unresisting Sam over to the couch. “What happened?” He asked warily, expecting the worst and only getting a weak shrug of Sam's shoulders.
“I don't know, man.” Sam said quietly. “One moment Jay's our annoying son with a cold and the next he's practically crawling into Jensen's skin. When I told him to go for it, I didn't mean he should - Dude, they're still kids! Only sixteen!” Sam looked at Dean as if he was searching for some help here, but he could wait all he wanted, because Dean was only staring dumbly at him.
“Wait, are you saying that Jay and Jensen are, what, a couple now?” Dean asked disbelievingly and, at Sam's nod, frowned. “But I thought Jensen was with Brian?” Damn it, but those kids and their teenage drama were confusing like hell.
“Apparently they're not!” Sam exclaimed and shook his head violently. “Dude, no. Just, no. I don't even want to think about what they could be doing to each other right now. Sixteen, Dean! They're sixteen! I thought they would maybe hold hands, at least, but not. not this!”
“Sammy, could you be even more of a girl?” Dean interrupted him and rolled his eyes. “I bet they were just kissing, if they even got that far yet, but you're already throwing a fit like they were devouring each other. You do realize that you did far worse things than kissing when you were sixteen, don't you?”
That pretty much shut Sam up, because Dean definitely had a point there. Satisfied, Dean leaned back into the couch cushions with a sigh. “I must admit I'm happy that this Brian-guy is out of the picture. He kinda creeped me out. You checked him, didn't you?” Sam simply nodded and leaned back too. “You want to know why I really threw that fit?” Sam asked quietly and Dean turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Spill.”
“It was just weird seeing them like that, you know.” Sam stated quietly, calmer now, and shrugged his shoulders. “Jay really looks an awful lot like me and Jensen... I believe you that you didn't sleep with his mom, but he looks just like you too. It was like walking in on you and me; that kinda freaked me out, I guess.”
Dean was silent for a while, obviously pondering that, but then he chuckled slightly. “Damn it, I know how this is going to end. Jensen will grow up to look even more like me - that means he will look utterly edible, of course - and I'll be old and grey and fat. So you'll leave me to run away with the hot and young version of myself. What a tragedy, isn't it?” Dean said in a faked hurt voice and clutched a hand to his chest.
Sam laughed and shook his head. “Nah, man. I'll be old, grey and fat too. Think I'll have to stick with you then, because Jensen doesn't seem the type to go for his father-in-law.” Dean grinned, “True, Sammy. What a shame.” They both chuckled and sat in a comfortable silence for a while after that, just listening to the noises outside their house. When Sam felt Dean's elbow brush against his arm, he turned to look at Dean, who was still looking out of the window. He hesitated just the slightest bit before asking quietly, “We're okay, aren't we?”
Dean turned to him at that and offered him a smile, at least. “Yeah, we are.” He sounded like he meant it, so Sam draped his arm over the back of the couch and wrapped his hand around the back of Dean's neck, squeezing gently. “So you're not thinking that I want to - that I don't want to be here? Because, I swear, it's not true at all. You were always the only one I - “
“It's okay, Sam.” Dean interrupted him, unconsciously leaning back into Sam's touch. Just out of habit. “Sometimes I just get silly like that. Just forget about it.” Sam nodded and Dean turned to him far enough to brush his shoulder against Sam's.
“So,” he started warily, “You think we need to give Jay that sex-talk, after all?”
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Epilogue
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, implied Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3.278
Warnings: crack, AU, implied Wincest
Beta: garvaldmains All remaining mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fic. Everything is only made up by me and I'm making no profit with this story.
Summary: This follows I Wish that I Saw Something to Make Me Come of Age.
Note: It's the last chap finally and hell, I promise you guys that I won't ever do a WIP again. Next time I'll first write the whole story, then post it, so there will be no endless waiting for you, lol I hope you enjoyed reading the fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Winning Jensen back was a lot more difficult than it had first seemed to Jared. Or, you know, at least it was kind of difficult with Jared having the ugliest cold he had in quite a while. He was now lying in bed all day, coughing and sneezing, his face was constantly red and he was sweating like never before and Jared supposed that weren't the right circumstances to go and declare his undying love to Jensen.
Besides, now he got to laze around, read comics, play PlayStation 2 or watch TV and, yeah, he loved Jensen, but there were certain priorities in every boy's life.
And Sam didn't allow him to eat any sweets and damn it, but Jared needed his candy. He was grumpy and miserable and not at all his good old funny self when he didn't get his daily dose of candy; he clearly didn't want to scare Jensen away by bitching at him.
He didn't have a plan on how to win Jensen back, either. Just walking up to him and saying, 'Hey, you're my best friend, but I really think we should hook up,' still didn't seem the wisest thing to do. Jared could buy him flowers if Jensen was a girl, but since that wasn't the case, he assumed he would only get a kick in the butt for his trouble. Singing Jensen a serenade was out of question, too. Jared couldn't hit a note properly even if his life depended on it and he didn't want to send Jensen running away screaming because his ears were bleeding.
Jared sighed and curled in on himself after he rearranged the pillows. Winning Jensen back would just have to wait until Jared was finally allowed to eat candy again, because then he'd be able to feel and function like a human again.
* * *
It was a wonder that Jensen had even found his way home as confused as he was after Jared had kissed him. God, Jensen knew he'd have to worry about some problems whilst growing up, but he hadn't expected that getting kissed by his friend would be a problem. It didn't need to be one, either. Hell, it wasn't like Jensen hadn't secretly hoped for something like that to happen since he'd been 14. If Jared had given him just one more second then Jensen would've been able to get over his shock and kiss him back.
But it was a problem now that Jared had simply run away. Jensen wasn't stupid; he'd seen the utter shock on Jared's face after what he'd done. Jensen didn't know why Jared had kissed him, but he'd definitely liked it, even though Jared must've hated it when he needed to run away like that. Jensen hadn't heard from him since then and Jared hadn't been in school for a whole week now and either he was ill or simply not willing to face Jensen.
Jensen sighed heavily and looked around the school cafeteria, trying to spot either Chad, Chris or Steve, but they were nowhere to be seen. Instead, a heavy hand fell on his shoulder and, when Jensen turned around, he saw Brian grinning down at him. Pulling his chair back, Brian placed his plate of food on the table and sat down next to him. “You look like shit, Jenny. What's up? Did someone die? Was it Jay? Would explain why he didn't come to school the past week, wouldn't it.”
Jensen knew Brian only wanted to cheer him up with his crappy humor, but he really wasn't in the mood right now. He rolled his eyes. “Go away, Brian.” The guy had been around him quite a lot lately and Jensen was getting tired of constantly being told bad jokes or getting groped in public.
“Ah, don't be this way. What has your panties in a twist?” Brian didn't seem to want to let it go and Jensen sighed. Sometimes he appreciated Brian's odd concern for him, but the jerk needed to learn when it was better to just leave a person alone.
Better to give in before Brian would be a pain in the ass for the rest of the day, though. “Jared won't ever talk to me again,” Jensen whined and he really didn't care what a girl he was being right now. He thought he was entitled to be a little dramatic about his situation with Jared.
Brian only rolled his eyes. “Dude, get over it. If that jerk has a problem with you liking boys then, fine, let him. It's none of his business and if he wants to play homophobe, it's his loss. He's the one missing out on a good friend, after all.” Brian nudged his shoulder and Jensen couldn't help but smile a little. Brian could be quite awesome sometimes. Like, once every other month.
He shook his head. “It's not like that,” Jensen hesitated a second, not knowing how much to tell Brian. Well, fuck that. Brian would find out eventually, anyway. “I tried to make up with him last Friday. I caught him on the way home and wanted to talk to him, but then he suddenly just leaned over and kissed me. Now it's Thursday and I haven't heard a word from him since,” Jensen let out on a breath.
Brian merely blinked at him for a few seconds before quirking an eyebrow. “Sorry if I'm acting stupid now, but what makes you think that he won't talk to you again? After he, um, kissed you.”
Jensen's shoulders slumped and he looked at his food, not really hungry anymore. He shrugged. “Don't know. He just ran away after it. I guess he just wanted to try it, I was convenient and then he noticed that he didn't like it. And now I probably disgust him because I like stuff like that.”
Jensen was busy staring at his food, so it took him some time to notice that Brian didn't answer him. He frowned and turned to Brian, only to find him looking at Jensen with unadulterated incredulity. “What?” Jensen asked, clearly confused now.
Brian heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head slowly. “Sometimes I wonder how you two morons ever made it into high school at all.” Jensen let out an undignified huff and wanted to reply, but Brian held up a hand to hush him. “No, dude, seriously. You strolling after Jared, doing what he asks of you like a good little soldier, would've been funny if it hadn't been so damn pathetic. Then Jared shooting you all this odd looks but then hooking up with Sandy, probably thinking of you every time he kissed her, was simply weird, too. But now even this? Kissing and running away and emo'ing and causing a whole lot of drama is a bit much, even for you.”
After Brian had finished his little speech, Jensen could only stare at him shocked. Brian must be out of his fucking mind, Jensen never did stroll after Jared. Okay, maybe a little bit, but he was only being a supportive friend. “What - What are you implying?” Jensen asked warily, but Brian only rolled his eyes.
“I'm not implying anything, you idiot. I'm telling you that the stupid little shit is in love with you. Don't look at me like that, he probably doesn't even know it himself. And now he's sitting at home alone, thinking of you, weeping for your oh-so-destroyed friendship and secretly hoping for you to show up and make his wet dreams come true. Or something like that, at least.” Brian finished with a satisfied look on his face and watched with quiet amusement as Jensen gaped at him like a fish out of water. Brian couldn't help feeling a little bit smug.
Brian was such a giver. Always helping his stupid friends along with their lives.
* * *
Jared was dreaming the weirdest dream ever. His parents were arguing about the last M&M's while Brian and Jensen were over in a corner, making out against a wall. Then Sam stopped arguing with Dean long enough to tell Brian to get his filthy hands off his son's boyfriend and, as Brian didn't seem to listen to him, he retrieved a bottle of water and splashed it at Brian. Somehow Brian's skin started to smoke and he was screaming rather viciously; that seemed to scare Jensen off, because he turned and looked at Jared. Jensen smiled and held out a small daisy to Jared, but Brian stepped between them, growling some shit in Latin.
Jared woke up with a start and blinked a few times, unable to focus even in his own room. Wow. Sam arguing about candy and Brian being allergic to water, where the hell did that come from? Jared shook his head at himself and made to sit up, but stopped when he sensed someone else in the room. He took a deep breath and slowly turned around, ready to scream for his parents at any time, but that scream died in his throat as soon as he was fully turned around.
Right there at his door was standing Jensen, backpack slung over one shoulder while he scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. Jensen cleared his throat and admitted sheepishly, “Sam let me in. I didn't want to wake you, though, so I was just going to - ,” Jensen pointed at the door, indicating his exit.
Shit. Jared was on the verge of a panic attack. There he was with unwashed hair, sweat-sticky sheets , a worn shirt, pajama bottoms that had a damn hole right at his crotch and, of course, the mother of all bad breaths. And Jensen was just being pretty as ever, even though he looked as if he was frightened out of his own skin.
Getting a grip on himself, Jared quickly shook his head and sat up. “No, no, it's okay. Um, take a seat,” Jared blurted out and too late realized that the only thing Jensen could sit on was his bed. Damn. But Jensen nodded anyway and made his way over to him, so Jared scooted over to make some room for him. Jensen sat down on the edge of the bed, mattress squeaking slightly, and put his bag on the floor. “So, um,” Jensen started slowly and didn't dare looking up at Jared. “I guess we should talk.”
“Yeah, guess so,” Jared replied meekly, voice still a bit rough from the cold and he could swear he saw Jensen shivering a bit. Shit, was he afraid of Jared now? That had to be changed. “Look, Jen,” Jared hastened to say, “I'm sorry about that - that kiss, okay? I didn't mean to drop a bomb shell on you or anything and I understand if you're freaked out and all. We don't have to talk about it and I swear I won't do something like that again. But - but stay my friend, yeah? It's okay, I can live with you not wanting to, you know, kiss me and stuff, but just... just stay with me, please.” Jared finished weakly, stressing the last word and looking at Jensen with as much hope and apology he could possibly put into one single look.
Instead of answering right away, Jensen was bending down to rummage through his bag for a moment, before he straightened up again and held out a little package to his friend. Jared took it with trembling fingers, only looking at it confused and Jensen cleared his throat again. “I somehow wanted to show you that everything you did had been more than okay with me, so I thought of doing something really awesome for you, but I kinda came up short. Instead, I bought twenty-four bags of M&M's, all the ones with twenty-five percent more content, and separated the yellow ones from the others, because I know you don't like the yellow ones. It took me about a hour and a half and it's pretty lame, but I wanted to give you something, um, useful. In that package are all the M&M's I bought, except for the yellow ones, of course.” Jensen looked around and seemed to be ready to stand up and flee at every moment, but instead he turned to Jared and smiled a bit weakly at him. “I guess I suck at grand romantic gestures.”
Jensen was staring at the floor now, wringing his hands together in his lap, so he started a bit when he suddenly felt Jared's hand on his arm. He looked up at his friend and... huh. Jensen could swear that the world had started spinning a lot faster, because Jared was smiling the brightest smile at him, eyes twinkling with amusement and hope. “I think you were doing just fine, Jen. For an amateur, at least,” Jared grinned at him and Jensen felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He grinned back at Jared and was about to lean over but stopped at the last second, sniffing. “Dude, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?”
Jared had the grace to blush slightly. “Yesterday evening.” Jensen made a face and made to lean back, but Jared tightened his hold on Jensen's arm. “Now don't be such a wuss about it, you smelt far worse on me.” As Jensen didn't seem to want to argue with that, Jared drew him closer. Their noses were almost touching and they breathed each other's breaths (Jensen winced slightly at that, but Jared chose to ignore it) and Jared really was about to kiss Jensen. Again. And Jensen wanted him to do it. Life really couldn't get any better. He just needed to bridge the last few inches between them and then - then the door suddenly burst open.
“Jay, have you taken your medicine, I - Oh, shit.” Jensen and Jared both turned around to see a very flustered Sam standing in the doorway, staring at them in shock. Jared felt ready to die of embarrassment, but was saved from committing suicide when Sam started slowly backing out of the room. “I, um, I'm sorry. Really. Just - just forget that I was even here and pick up where you, eh, left off. And take your medicine, Jay,” he babbled quickly before closing the door behind him.
Both boys looked at each other silently, hearing Sam's quickly retreating footsteps down the hall. Finally Jensen broke the silence by sighing quietly. “As far as romantic moments go, that one was pretty bad.”
He couldn't complain further than that, because Jared's lips were on his the second Jensen had stopped speaking.
* * *
Just when Sam had hurried down the stairs, the front door opened and a tired-looking Dean entered the house. Sam got a simple nod as a greeting after Dean had tied off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, and he was about to let it go when Dean walked to the stairs too. “How's Jay doing? Think I should look for him?” Dean didn't even seem to want an answer, because he simply made his way around Sam.
Or tried to at least. Sam grabbed his arm and shook his head. “Dude, no. Don't go up there. I swear it's better for your psyche.” Dean frowned and for the first time really looked at Sam, who was still blushing furiously and looking kind of dazed. Concern immediately kicked in and Dean quickly led an unresisting Sam over to the couch. “What happened?” He asked warily, expecting the worst and only getting a weak shrug of Sam's shoulders.
“I don't know, man.” Sam said quietly. “One moment Jay's our annoying son with a cold and the next he's practically crawling into Jensen's skin. When I told him to go for it, I didn't mean he should - Dude, they're still kids! Only sixteen!” Sam looked at Dean as if he was searching for some help here, but he could wait all he wanted, because Dean was only staring dumbly at him.
“Wait, are you saying that Jay and Jensen are, what, a couple now?” Dean asked disbelievingly and, at Sam's nod, frowned. “But I thought Jensen was with Brian?” Damn it, but those kids and their teenage drama were confusing like hell.
“Apparently they're not!” Sam exclaimed and shook his head violently. “Dude, no. Just, no. I don't even want to think about what they could be doing to each other right now. Sixteen, Dean! They're sixteen! I thought they would maybe hold hands, at least, but not. not this!”
“Sammy, could you be even more of a girl?” Dean interrupted him and rolled his eyes. “I bet they were just kissing, if they even got that far yet, but you're already throwing a fit like they were devouring each other. You do realize that you did far worse things than kissing when you were sixteen, don't you?”
That pretty much shut Sam up, because Dean definitely had a point there. Satisfied, Dean leaned back into the couch cushions with a sigh. “I must admit I'm happy that this Brian-guy is out of the picture. He kinda creeped me out. You checked him, didn't you?” Sam simply nodded and leaned back too. “You want to know why I really threw that fit?” Sam asked quietly and Dean turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Spill.”
“It was just weird seeing them like that, you know.” Sam stated quietly, calmer now, and shrugged his shoulders. “Jay really looks an awful lot like me and Jensen... I believe you that you didn't sleep with his mom, but he looks just like you too. It was like walking in on you and me; that kinda freaked me out, I guess.”
Dean was silent for a while, obviously pondering that, but then he chuckled slightly. “Damn it, I know how this is going to end. Jensen will grow up to look even more like me - that means he will look utterly edible, of course - and I'll be old and grey and fat. So you'll leave me to run away with the hot and young version of myself. What a tragedy, isn't it?” Dean said in a faked hurt voice and clutched a hand to his chest.
Sam laughed and shook his head. “Nah, man. I'll be old, grey and fat too. Think I'll have to stick with you then, because Jensen doesn't seem the type to go for his father-in-law.” Dean grinned, “True, Sammy. What a shame.” They both chuckled and sat in a comfortable silence for a while after that, just listening to the noises outside their house. When Sam felt Dean's elbow brush against his arm, he turned to look at Dean, who was still looking out of the window. He hesitated just the slightest bit before asking quietly, “We're okay, aren't we?”
Dean turned to him at that and offered him a smile, at least. “Yeah, we are.” He sounded like he meant it, so Sam draped his arm over the back of the couch and wrapped his hand around the back of Dean's neck, squeezing gently. “So you're not thinking that I want to - that I don't want to be here? Because, I swear, it's not true at all. You were always the only one I - “
“It's okay, Sam.” Dean interrupted him, unconsciously leaning back into Sam's touch. Just out of habit. “Sometimes I just get silly like that. Just forget about it.” Sam nodded and Dean turned to him far enough to brush his shoulder against Sam's.
“So,” he started warily, “You think we need to give Jay that sex-talk, after all?”
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Epilogue