So Jared and Sandy are no longer engaged. I think both her and Jared are awesome people, and despite my fictional love of Jared and Jensen, this has made me realize that I didn't actually want his real life relationship to end! Or at least take a serious step back. (This is good to know.) I am really bummed, because I felt like fandom was just getting to know and appreciate her, and now she's like your friend's awesome ex that you can't hang out with anymore without immense levels of awkward.
Some part of me is convinced that this is the result of Jared/Jensen OTP fannish force at work here. I am disturbed and impressed by this thought.
[Jeff is giving Steve tips before his first date with Susan. Susan and Sally have walked into the bar behind Jeff without his knowledge]
Jeff: OK, foreplay tip number two.
[Steve sees Sally and Susan and looks horrified]
Jeff: Whoever you normally fantasize about during sex, start calling them 'Susan.' With you, it's always Mariella Frostrup, right?
[Steve smiles awkwardly at Susan]
Jeff: Well, call her 'Susan Frostrup'! That way, when you're in bed with Susan, you won't shout the wrong name when you have your eyes shut!
Susan: Or you could call her 'God.'
Jeff: [not realizing] Well, yeah, I mean, that'd work.
[realizes, turns around and chuckles nervously]
Susan: [coming around the table] So is it absolutely necessary to think about somebody else?
Jeff: Well, everybody does. That's why there are so many celebrity marriages.
Sally: I'm sorry?
Jeff: Eh? Well, you know, if - if you fantasize about someone else during sex, and so does your partner, and, you know, those two people that you're fantasizing about happen to meet while you're still doing it, they're bound to sense something, aren't they? Because they're connecting on, like, a virtual plane. So can you imagine what it was like when Posh first met Beckham? They were the epicenter of a non-stop, nationwide virtual shag! Ehh!
[does his hand thing]
Jeff: I mean, it's no wonder she got pregnant!
[laughs]
Susan: When the van comes for you, Jeff, go quietly.
Jeff: [resignedly] ... Ok.