Icon!Fic
SO. tigerstripped dared me to write based on this icon because it's "blatantly not J2." I had no idea for so long, and I'm not even really sure about it. But here you go!
“I don’t even know what this is.”
“Me, neither,” Jensen murmurs back.
“Like, I don’t get what any of this is,” Jared says quietly while trying to nonchalantly glance around them and see if anyone else is that interested in what’s going on.
“You and I both, buddy.”
“I just. Really? This is it?”
Jensen stuffs his hands into his pants and shrugs. “It’s subjective.”
“It’s fucking obtuse.”
He chuckles and nods to the side, leading them to the next video screen. They watch a long series of quick edits, mashing together one musical after another after another. “Which one’s his?”
“I have no idea,” Jared replies on a funny sigh.
The video loops over a few times as they stare, heads cocked to the side like a different angle will give them an answer. Jensen hmms then points a finger up, “That Hugh Jackman?”
“I think the proper question is ‘Do I care?’.”
Another chuckle and Jensen bumps Jared’s arm with his elbow. “Hey, it’s your guy.”
Jared snorts as they move to the next screen. “Man, screw Chad. He said food and drinks and all they have is bitter wine and crackers.”
“Thought I saw you with a beer?”
“Grabbed it from the bar next door.”
Jensen makes an amused pfft noise and stares at the next screen, which is almost exactly the opposite of the musical medley. There are car crash scenes in extreme slow motion. Jensen tips his head to the side and realizes he’s just an inch or two from Jared’s tilted head. With a smirk, he closes the distance for a quick tap. “We should just run.”
Jared turns his head and gives a sad smile. “I should probably at least say hi to him.”
He nods and wanders to the next setup. “Be sure to thank him for the cheese.”
“You had cheese?” Jared looks back at the food table then huffs. “There was none when I got over there.”
“Yeah. Gouda, Jack, and Colby.”
“Oh, I fucking love Colby.”
Jensen laughs quietly then his eyes go wide. “Oh, Lord. I think I found it.”
“Found what?” Jared asks as he turns back to Jensen. Then he follows Jensen’s gaze and sees a collage of Chad and his various emotional faces, which are pretty much just a string of random squints. “Oh, dude.”
“What am I watching?”
“Really? This is what he made me come see? I’m gonna punch that guy in the throat.”
“Do you think he’s serious about this?”
Jared watches how Jensen intently watches the reel, even a second and third time. Jensen’s eyebrows are drawn down and he seems a cross between analyzing the video and being extremely confused. But then Jared’s watching it run and feeling pretty much the same way. “There’s no way he’s serious.”
“At least he can joke.”
They don’t last much longer, giving a brief wave to Chad while the guy’s busy talking to random guests. Jared figures he can catch up with him in the next few days.
As they walk down the sidewalk to the parking lot, Jensen says, “For the record, this was the worst date I’ve ever been on.”
Jared’s hands go to his pockets and his shoulders rise. “How was I supposed to know that was Chad’s idea of an art exhibition?”
“It’s Chad.”
He nods his head in thought then relents, “True enough.” A few seconds later, he adds, “Besides, can’t be the worst date when it’s not even over yet.”
Jensen smirks and teases, “I don’t know, man. I’m afraid what your follow up is.”
“Can’t really be any worse.”
“It really could. Interpretive dance recital at the local high school?”
Jared tsks as he elbows Jensen. “How about ice cream?”
Jensen stops at the car, leaning on the door, and seems to consider this. “Will there be sprinkles?”
“Fuck yeah, there’s sprinkles.”
“Waffle cone?”
Jared moves in close and murmurs playfully, “Whatever you want, baby.”
“There better be cookie dough.”
He smacks his mouth to Jensen’s then smirks. “Only the best for my guy.”
Jensen rolls his eyes, but he smiles as he walks around the side of the car.
“I don’t even know what this is.”
“Me, neither,” Jensen murmurs back.
“Like, I don’t get what any of this is,” Jared says quietly while trying to nonchalantly glance around them and see if anyone else is that interested in what’s going on.
“You and I both, buddy.”
“I just. Really? This is it?”
Jensen stuffs his hands into his pants and shrugs. “It’s subjective.”
“It’s fucking obtuse.”
He chuckles and nods to the side, leading them to the next video screen. They watch a long series of quick edits, mashing together one musical after another after another. “Which one’s his?”
“I have no idea,” Jared replies on a funny sigh.
The video loops over a few times as they stare, heads cocked to the side like a different angle will give them an answer. Jensen hmms then points a finger up, “That Hugh Jackman?”
“I think the proper question is ‘Do I care?’.”
Another chuckle and Jensen bumps Jared’s arm with his elbow. “Hey, it’s your guy.”
Jared snorts as they move to the next screen. “Man, screw Chad. He said food and drinks and all they have is bitter wine and crackers.”
“Thought I saw you with a beer?”
“Grabbed it from the bar next door.”
Jensen makes an amused pfft noise and stares at the next screen, which is almost exactly the opposite of the musical medley. There are car crash scenes in extreme slow motion. Jensen tips his head to the side and realizes he’s just an inch or two from Jared’s tilted head. With a smirk, he closes the distance for a quick tap. “We should just run.”
Jared turns his head and gives a sad smile. “I should probably at least say hi to him.”
He nods and wanders to the next setup. “Be sure to thank him for the cheese.”
“You had cheese?” Jared looks back at the food table then huffs. “There was none when I got over there.”
“Yeah. Gouda, Jack, and Colby.”
“Oh, I fucking love Colby.”
Jensen laughs quietly then his eyes go wide. “Oh, Lord. I think I found it.”
“Found what?” Jared asks as he turns back to Jensen. Then he follows Jensen’s gaze and sees a collage of Chad and his various emotional faces, which are pretty much just a string of random squints. “Oh, dude.”
“What am I watching?”
“Really? This is what he made me come see? I’m gonna punch that guy in the throat.”
“Do you think he’s serious about this?”
Jared watches how Jensen intently watches the reel, even a second and third time. Jensen’s eyebrows are drawn down and he seems a cross between analyzing the video and being extremely confused. But then Jared’s watching it run and feeling pretty much the same way. “There’s no way he’s serious.”
“At least he can joke.”
They don’t last much longer, giving a brief wave to Chad while the guy’s busy talking to random guests. Jared figures he can catch up with him in the next few days.
As they walk down the sidewalk to the parking lot, Jensen says, “For the record, this was the worst date I’ve ever been on.”
Jared’s hands go to his pockets and his shoulders rise. “How was I supposed to know that was Chad’s idea of an art exhibition?”
“It’s Chad.”
He nods his head in thought then relents, “True enough.” A few seconds later, he adds, “Besides, can’t be the worst date when it’s not even over yet.”
Jensen smirks and teases, “I don’t know, man. I’m afraid what your follow up is.”
“Can’t really be any worse.”
“It really could. Interpretive dance recital at the local high school?”
Jared tsks as he elbows Jensen. “How about ice cream?”
Jensen stops at the car, leaning on the door, and seems to consider this. “Will there be sprinkles?”
“Fuck yeah, there’s sprinkles.”
“Waffle cone?”
Jared moves in close and murmurs playfully, “Whatever you want, baby.”
“There better be cookie dough.”
He smacks his mouth to Jensen’s then smirks. “Only the best for my guy.”
Jensen rolls his eyes, but he smiles as he walks around the side of the car.