RPS: Nobody Ever Expects the Catolution
Right, so I had kind of a shitty week in which I was tired and unpleasant and taciturn. It happens. Yesterday was much better. Today is good, even. So here are some things that have made the end of my week more awesome. In no particular order:
♥ How Sam Met the Ghoul of His Dreams by aggybird - Original fiction with Halloween and gay monsters and Aggy's brilliant humor. Very cute and fun all around.
♥ This SPN vid by ash48 and maichan808 - I'm not usually a vid person, but this one is BRILLIANT!! I don't even have any other words to describe it. Seriously, just go watch. I cackled with glee, ngl.
♥ #dontbeadouche by ethrosdemon - She wrote this to amuse me and it WORKED SO HARD. The Welling gets a twitter. It's hilarious. Her Welling is inspired, as is her Jared. If I ruled the world, Kassie would have nothing better to do with her time than write CWRPS for me.
Anyway, in return, I wrote this to amuse her. It's Misha/Jared. Consider that your warning.
Nobody Ever Expects the Catolution
Main Entry: cat•o•lu•tion
Pronunciation: \ˈkat-ə-ˈlü-shən\
Function: noun
1 a : the overthrow or renunciation of human government or rule by the world's feline population
***
Everybody who knows Jared knows he loves his dogs. Jared loves his dogs and he loves to tell stories about his dogs. People have mentioned that his enthusiasm about them is an endearing quality and not at all over-the-top. He chooses to take these statements at face value.
Jensen has pictures of Harley and Sadie on his phone, so when Jared is in the middle of telling Misha a story about them and realizes he doesn't have his on him, he turns to Jensen expectantly. After living in each others' back pockets for so long, Jensen doesn't even ask, just fishes out his phone, brings up the right picture and hands it over.
Misha looks at the phone, looks up at Jensen and says, "You're a good friend."
Jared has no idea what that's supposed to mean, but Jensen nods like it made sense.
"Anyway," Jared says, ignoring the non-sequitur. "Do you have any dogs?" He can't specifically recall Misha ever mentioning any pets one way or the other.
"I'm more of a cat person."
"Excuse me?" Jared is sure he heard that wrong. Sure, he gets that Misha's a little different and all, but still.
"I like cats," Misha says serenely.
"Um." Jared looks helplessly at Jensen and then back at Misha. "What?"
Misha laughs and for a moment Jared relaxes. This is the part where he's told that this was a joke and of course Misha loves dogs. Then Misha says, "Jared, I did not just confess that I have a secret fondness for assaulting the elderly on the street. I would prefer it if you didn't look as though I did. People are going to start to wonder."
"But. You. The cat thing was a joke, right?"
"Yes." Misha nods slowly. "Liking cats is a hilarious joke I just made up. How do you think it'll play to the masses?"
Jensen snorts unhelpfully.
"Are you allergic? Did a cat dress up as a clown and attack you when you were a child? What is the basis for this deep-seated feline hatred?" Misha tilts his head and regards Jared in that weird way that makes it seem like he's doing research for an NPR story.
Jared really wishes people would let the clown thing drop already. Wasn't it bad enough that Kripke found it so hilarious that he had to do an episode about it? "I don't hate them." He sounds petulant, he knows it. So he refrains from adding, They just suck and are stupid.
"Good." Misha claps him on the shoulder. "The next time you're in L.A. give me a call. You can come over and meet my cat, Vlad."
"Vlad?" Jared asks. "Like Vlad the Impaler?"
"No. Like Vladimir Putin. What kind of creep do you think I am?" Misha walks away without waiting for an answer.
"I don't even know how to respond to that," Jared says.
Jensen shakes his head. "Sometimes it's best not to, man. First rule of Misha."
***
Jared is in L.A. for a grand total of thirty minutes when his phone rings. He's still waiting at baggage claim, in fact. The number comes up as unknown, so he answers it because he's not a pussy like Jensen.
"When are you coming over?" It's Misha.
"How did you even-"
"I have you LoJacked." The thing is, with Misha, it's not out of the realm of possibility. "Also, your boyfriend called and asked me to keep an eye on you this weekend. Make sure you weren't out tomcatting. He loves you very much."
"Jensen called you?" Jared rubs his forehead, trying to make sense of what is going on here. He doesn't even have the wherewithal to pretend like he doesn't know who Misha is talking about when he says 'your boyfriend'.
"You look tired," Misha says and Jared whips around, trying to pick Misha out of the crowd. He finally spots him, leaning next to a pay phone, the receiver in one hand, his cell in the other. "I have to go. Some giant pervert is checking me out."
"You don't have to work so hard on being creepy," Jared says when Misha walks up to him. "You do it pretty naturally."
"Just trying to stay in character." Misha flips his keys around in his hands. "Need a ride?"
They're halfway to the car before Jared realizes he never got his luggage. Misha, the jackass, only laughs as they head back inside.
***
They end up back at Misha's place, which wasn't really Jared's plan for the weekend, but he can't bring himself to object as they pull in the driveway. Misha is on today, full of amusing stories and the sort of pseudo-intellectual bullshitting that Jared doesn't really get from anyone else.
"I was thinking pizza." Misha tosses his keys onto the table in the entryway and toes off his shoes.
"Sure. Kidnapper's choice," Jared says distractedly as he looks around. Misha's house is a little craftsman place, deep purple with yellow and brick-red trim on the outside, somewhere between weird like Jared was expecting and surprisingly normal on the inside. When he looks back at Misha to ask for a tour, Misha has an odd expression on his face. "What?"
"I can take you elsewhere if you'd like," Misha says, amused and oddly coy at the same time.
"Insecurity? From you?" Jared shakes his head. "I don't buy it."
Misha laughs. "Just want to make sure you're not being held against your will, young Paddywhack."
Of all the things that Jared likes about Misha, his discovery of SuperWiki is not one of them.
They order pizza and Misha gives him the tour. Most of his furniture looks like it comes from IKEA and his decorating is eclectic at best. All of the rooms in the house are rich, bold colors and the art is split between pieces that indicate that Misha knows his shit and stuff that looks like it was bought at a yard sale. There's a pretty horrific oil painting of Vishnu hanging above the TV and a really cool brass Turkish coffee set sitting on the table in the corner.
If nothing else, Misha seems to amuse himself.
When Jared goes to sit on the couch, Misha says, "Watch out."
That's when Jared realizes that the gigantic black thing is not, in fact, a pillow. "Jesus!" He jumps back as the thing unfurls and blinks up at him. He'd forgotten about the cat. It makes an odd trilling sound and stands up, stretching so that its claws are fully extended as it arches its back. The thing is huge, big enough to eat Icarus. Jared wonders if Jensen is aware of this travesty. "You said you had a cat."
"Yes, that's Vlad."
Jared eyes the thing warily as it sits down and regards him with that look of superiority that all cats seem to possess. "That is not a cat. That is a gigantic catbeast that could totally eat my face if he wanted to." He looks back up at Misha. "This is where you tell me that it's more scared of me than I am of it."
"Vlad isn't scared of you," Misha says. "But if you're scared of him, I would recommend you not call him names. Cats are fully capable of planning and exacting revenge. Which reminds me. I Tivo'd a thing about vampires from the History Channel. Want a beer?" He walks away without waiting for an answer. It's apparently a thing with him.
Jared has seen said vampire special at least three times, but he doesn't feel the need to mention it as he settles on the couch. He figures watching it with Misha will be an experience in and of itself.
As soon as he sits down, Vlad scoots forward until the front half of his body is resting casually on Jared's leg. He looks up at Jared and chirps, short little pigeon sounds until Jared reaches down and tentatively pats his head. At that point, Vlad relaxes, hooking his paws over Jared's leg and then flexing until his claws poke through Jared's jeans, not quite digging into his flesh, but way too far up for Jared's comfort. When Jared stops petting, Vlad looks up at him through slit eyes.
"Vlad, stop menacing Jared," Misha says as he walks back into the room and hands Jared his beer. "He does that sometimes."
"Maybe you shouldn't have named him Vlad."
"Seemed to fit."
Jared reaches down and gently unhooks the cat's claws from his jeans. Vlad looks at him for a long moment, like he's trying to decide whether or not he'll stand for that sort of behavior. Finally, he settles his head down and starts to purr when Jared pets him again.
"See? I knew you guys would get along," Misha says happily.
"Sure." Jared doesn't want to admit that he's a little too wary of a cat that size to try and shove him off his lap.
***
They end up making a drinking game out of the vampire special. Jared doesn't remember now who came up with the genius idea to drink every time someone said vampire, but he's well past tipsy by the time the show is over. Misha looks to be about the same, his eyes bright and glassy as he gathers their empties and takes them to the kitchen.
Jared follows him with the pizza boxes. When he goes to set them on the table, Vlad is sitting there staring at him. On the table. "Your cat is on the table."
"Yeah. He does that." Misha seems very Zen about it.
"Can't you train him not to?"
Misha laughs. "You can only train a cat to not do stuff for as long as you're in the room. This is much more honest."
"That is why dogs are much better," Jared points out. "He's menacing me again."
"Well, you deserve it." Misha crowds Jared back against the kitchen counter and grabs the front of Jared's shirt, twisting it out of shape around his fist. "First against the wall when the Catolution comes, my friend." Then he tugs Jared down into a kiss, sloppy drunk and aggressive.
"Dude." Jared pushes him back a little.
"Fucking hell, Jared," Misha grits out. "Don't tell me you didn't see this coming."
"No." Jared laughs against his mouth and kisses him, quick and fierce before continuing. "Just. I can't do this while the cat is watching. Seriously," he says over Misha's laughter. "It's creepy. Like he's sentient."
"Do you know what sentient means?"
"Fuck you. Bedroom or I don't put out."
"Then by all means." Misha tugs on his shirt once before turning around and heading out of the kitchen.
Jared follows, only stumbling twice before making it to the bedroom which means he is just the perfect level of drunk to do something this stupid. He makes sure the bedroom door is firmly latched shut before walking over and shoving Misha onto the bed.
Somehow Misha lands in a lazy, sensual sprawl that looks completely intentional. He tilts his head and smiles up at Jared, all sharp, delighted challenge. "That how you plan to roll with this?"
"You got a better idea?" Jared asks as he peels off his shirt and toes out of his boots, managing to stay upright all the while.
"More than one." Misha gives him an admiring once-over and scoots further back.
"May the best man win," Jared says as he crawls onto the bed.
Misha laughs, says, "This is a mistake," as he tugs Jared's jeans open.
"I was drunk and stupid, blah blah blah, won't happen again." Jared grunts when Misha finally gets his hand around him.
"If it weren't going to happen again," Misha says as he slowly jerks Jared off, "it wouldn't be nearly this big a mistake."
So, it's like that then. Jared leans down on his elbows, braced over Misha's body, his eyes darting between the curve of Misha's lips and the look in his eyes as he thrusts down into his fist. How he was ever surprised that Misha was a cat person is beyond him at the moment. Jared feels like he's being toyed with. "You're kind of an ass."
"Yeah," Misha says and kisses him again.
***
When Jared wakes up, his head is pounding in protest and there's some sort of dead weight on his legs, cutting off the circulation to his feet. He opens his eyes to find Vlad staring at him. It's more than a little disconcerting. Jared groans.
Next to him, Misha rolls over and says, "Hair of the dog or weed?"
"Weed." Jared doesn't want to think too hard about how the cat got in there.
"He can open doors," Misha says after they've smoked a sizeable bud out of the glass pipe he apparently keeps by his bed.
"Failed to mention that last night."
"I wanted sex." Misha licks his lips and sighs. "You're not actually fucking Jensen, right?"
Jared laughs. "No."
"Oh good." Misha grins. "I would feel vaguely guilty about breaking up the band."
"Not guilty enough to ask that beforehand, though." It's not a question.
Misha stares at Jared for a long moment, his grin still there, but somehow not really a reflection on whatever he's thinking. "No," he finally says. When he kisses Jared, his mouth tastes stale in a way that the weed doesn't quite cover. Jared's sure his morning breath is just as epic.
They stay in bed for another two hours and Jared forgets about the cat entirely.
***
"How was L.A.?" Jensen asks when he picks Jared up from the airport.
Jared shrugs. "I met Misha's cat."
"Okay, then." Jensen grabs one of Jared's bags and starts walking toward the car.
"What, no pussy jokes?"
Jensen shakes his head. "Give me a little credit, man. It's no good when it's that easy."
"My mistake."
"So you had a good time?" Jensen looks at him, his expression open and casual, but he's studying Jared's face like he can't quite ping to what's different.
"It didn't suck," Jared says, trying to keep his own expression as neutral as possible. Like he didn't spend the weekend fucking up his dynamic with everyone, albeit, in a very satisfying manner.
"Whatever." Jensen bumps his shoulder against Jared and grins. "Missed your calling as a poet, man."
"Suck it, Ackles." Jared smiles as Jensen laughs and makes a mental note to check and see when Misha is due back in Vancouver. He's already fucked everything up, he might as well enjoy the ride.
***
End notes: Vlad is Kassie's catbeast. He is like thirty pounds of feline awesomeness. We kick it when I go to visit Kassie. Apparently he also routinely destroys headphones, but I maintain that the headphones did something to deserve it.
♥ How Sam Met the Ghoul of His Dreams by aggybird - Original fiction with Halloween and gay monsters and Aggy's brilliant humor. Very cute and fun all around.
♥ This SPN vid by ash48 and maichan808 - I'm not usually a vid person, but this one is BRILLIANT!! I don't even have any other words to describe it. Seriously, just go watch. I cackled with glee, ngl.
♥ #dontbeadouche by ethrosdemon - She wrote this to amuse me and it WORKED SO HARD. The Welling gets a twitter. It's hilarious. Her Welling is inspired, as is her Jared. If I ruled the world, Kassie would have nothing better to do with her time than write CWRPS for me.
Anyway, in return, I wrote this to amuse her. It's Misha/Jared. Consider that your warning.
Nobody Ever Expects the Catolution
Main Entry: cat•o•lu•tion
Pronunciation: \ˈkat-ə-ˈlü-shən\
Function: noun
1 a : the overthrow or renunciation of human government or rule by the world's feline population
***
Everybody who knows Jared knows he loves his dogs. Jared loves his dogs and he loves to tell stories about his dogs. People have mentioned that his enthusiasm about them is an endearing quality and not at all over-the-top. He chooses to take these statements at face value.
Jensen has pictures of Harley and Sadie on his phone, so when Jared is in the middle of telling Misha a story about them and realizes he doesn't have his on him, he turns to Jensen expectantly. After living in each others' back pockets for so long, Jensen doesn't even ask, just fishes out his phone, brings up the right picture and hands it over.
Misha looks at the phone, looks up at Jensen and says, "You're a good friend."
Jared has no idea what that's supposed to mean, but Jensen nods like it made sense.
"Anyway," Jared says, ignoring the non-sequitur. "Do you have any dogs?" He can't specifically recall Misha ever mentioning any pets one way or the other.
"I'm more of a cat person."
"Excuse me?" Jared is sure he heard that wrong. Sure, he gets that Misha's a little different and all, but still.
"I like cats," Misha says serenely.
"Um." Jared looks helplessly at Jensen and then back at Misha. "What?"
Misha laughs and for a moment Jared relaxes. This is the part where he's told that this was a joke and of course Misha loves dogs. Then Misha says, "Jared, I did not just confess that I have a secret fondness for assaulting the elderly on the street. I would prefer it if you didn't look as though I did. People are going to start to wonder."
"But. You. The cat thing was a joke, right?"
"Yes." Misha nods slowly. "Liking cats is a hilarious joke I just made up. How do you think it'll play to the masses?"
Jensen snorts unhelpfully.
"Are you allergic? Did a cat dress up as a clown and attack you when you were a child? What is the basis for this deep-seated feline hatred?" Misha tilts his head and regards Jared in that weird way that makes it seem like he's doing research for an NPR story.
Jared really wishes people would let the clown thing drop already. Wasn't it bad enough that Kripke found it so hilarious that he had to do an episode about it? "I don't hate them." He sounds petulant, he knows it. So he refrains from adding, They just suck and are stupid.
"Good." Misha claps him on the shoulder. "The next time you're in L.A. give me a call. You can come over and meet my cat, Vlad."
"Vlad?" Jared asks. "Like Vlad the Impaler?"
"No. Like Vladimir Putin. What kind of creep do you think I am?" Misha walks away without waiting for an answer.
"I don't even know how to respond to that," Jared says.
Jensen shakes his head. "Sometimes it's best not to, man. First rule of Misha."
***
Jared is in L.A. for a grand total of thirty minutes when his phone rings. He's still waiting at baggage claim, in fact. The number comes up as unknown, so he answers it because he's not a pussy like Jensen.
"When are you coming over?" It's Misha.
"How did you even-"
"I have you LoJacked." The thing is, with Misha, it's not out of the realm of possibility. "Also, your boyfriend called and asked me to keep an eye on you this weekend. Make sure you weren't out tomcatting. He loves you very much."
"Jensen called you?" Jared rubs his forehead, trying to make sense of what is going on here. He doesn't even have the wherewithal to pretend like he doesn't know who Misha is talking about when he says 'your boyfriend'.
"You look tired," Misha says and Jared whips around, trying to pick Misha out of the crowd. He finally spots him, leaning next to a pay phone, the receiver in one hand, his cell in the other. "I have to go. Some giant pervert is checking me out."
"You don't have to work so hard on being creepy," Jared says when Misha walks up to him. "You do it pretty naturally."
"Just trying to stay in character." Misha flips his keys around in his hands. "Need a ride?"
They're halfway to the car before Jared realizes he never got his luggage. Misha, the jackass, only laughs as they head back inside.
***
They end up back at Misha's place, which wasn't really Jared's plan for the weekend, but he can't bring himself to object as they pull in the driveway. Misha is on today, full of amusing stories and the sort of pseudo-intellectual bullshitting that Jared doesn't really get from anyone else.
"I was thinking pizza." Misha tosses his keys onto the table in the entryway and toes off his shoes.
"Sure. Kidnapper's choice," Jared says distractedly as he looks around. Misha's house is a little craftsman place, deep purple with yellow and brick-red trim on the outside, somewhere between weird like Jared was expecting and surprisingly normal on the inside. When he looks back at Misha to ask for a tour, Misha has an odd expression on his face. "What?"
"I can take you elsewhere if you'd like," Misha says, amused and oddly coy at the same time.
"Insecurity? From you?" Jared shakes his head. "I don't buy it."
Misha laughs. "Just want to make sure you're not being held against your will, young Paddywhack."
Of all the things that Jared likes about Misha, his discovery of SuperWiki is not one of them.
They order pizza and Misha gives him the tour. Most of his furniture looks like it comes from IKEA and his decorating is eclectic at best. All of the rooms in the house are rich, bold colors and the art is split between pieces that indicate that Misha knows his shit and stuff that looks like it was bought at a yard sale. There's a pretty horrific oil painting of Vishnu hanging above the TV and a really cool brass Turkish coffee set sitting on the table in the corner.
If nothing else, Misha seems to amuse himself.
When Jared goes to sit on the couch, Misha says, "Watch out."
That's when Jared realizes that the gigantic black thing is not, in fact, a pillow. "Jesus!" He jumps back as the thing unfurls and blinks up at him. He'd forgotten about the cat. It makes an odd trilling sound and stands up, stretching so that its claws are fully extended as it arches its back. The thing is huge, big enough to eat Icarus. Jared wonders if Jensen is aware of this travesty. "You said you had a cat."
"Yes, that's Vlad."
Jared eyes the thing warily as it sits down and regards him with that look of superiority that all cats seem to possess. "That is not a cat. That is a gigantic catbeast that could totally eat my face if he wanted to." He looks back up at Misha. "This is where you tell me that it's more scared of me than I am of it."
"Vlad isn't scared of you," Misha says. "But if you're scared of him, I would recommend you not call him names. Cats are fully capable of planning and exacting revenge. Which reminds me. I Tivo'd a thing about vampires from the History Channel. Want a beer?" He walks away without waiting for an answer. It's apparently a thing with him.
Jared has seen said vampire special at least three times, but he doesn't feel the need to mention it as he settles on the couch. He figures watching it with Misha will be an experience in and of itself.
As soon as he sits down, Vlad scoots forward until the front half of his body is resting casually on Jared's leg. He looks up at Jared and chirps, short little pigeon sounds until Jared reaches down and tentatively pats his head. At that point, Vlad relaxes, hooking his paws over Jared's leg and then flexing until his claws poke through Jared's jeans, not quite digging into his flesh, but way too far up for Jared's comfort. When Jared stops petting, Vlad looks up at him through slit eyes.
"Vlad, stop menacing Jared," Misha says as he walks back into the room and hands Jared his beer. "He does that sometimes."
"Maybe you shouldn't have named him Vlad."
"Seemed to fit."
Jared reaches down and gently unhooks the cat's claws from his jeans. Vlad looks at him for a long moment, like he's trying to decide whether or not he'll stand for that sort of behavior. Finally, he settles his head down and starts to purr when Jared pets him again.
"See? I knew you guys would get along," Misha says happily.
"Sure." Jared doesn't want to admit that he's a little too wary of a cat that size to try and shove him off his lap.
***
They end up making a drinking game out of the vampire special. Jared doesn't remember now who came up with the genius idea to drink every time someone said vampire, but he's well past tipsy by the time the show is over. Misha looks to be about the same, his eyes bright and glassy as he gathers their empties and takes them to the kitchen.
Jared follows him with the pizza boxes. When he goes to set them on the table, Vlad is sitting there staring at him. On the table. "Your cat is on the table."
"Yeah. He does that." Misha seems very Zen about it.
"Can't you train him not to?"
Misha laughs. "You can only train a cat to not do stuff for as long as you're in the room. This is much more honest."
"That is why dogs are much better," Jared points out. "He's menacing me again."
"Well, you deserve it." Misha crowds Jared back against the kitchen counter and grabs the front of Jared's shirt, twisting it out of shape around his fist. "First against the wall when the Catolution comes, my friend." Then he tugs Jared down into a kiss, sloppy drunk and aggressive.
"Dude." Jared pushes him back a little.
"Fucking hell, Jared," Misha grits out. "Don't tell me you didn't see this coming."
"No." Jared laughs against his mouth and kisses him, quick and fierce before continuing. "Just. I can't do this while the cat is watching. Seriously," he says over Misha's laughter. "It's creepy. Like he's sentient."
"Do you know what sentient means?"
"Fuck you. Bedroom or I don't put out."
"Then by all means." Misha tugs on his shirt once before turning around and heading out of the kitchen.
Jared follows, only stumbling twice before making it to the bedroom which means he is just the perfect level of drunk to do something this stupid. He makes sure the bedroom door is firmly latched shut before walking over and shoving Misha onto the bed.
Somehow Misha lands in a lazy, sensual sprawl that looks completely intentional. He tilts his head and smiles up at Jared, all sharp, delighted challenge. "That how you plan to roll with this?"
"You got a better idea?" Jared asks as he peels off his shirt and toes out of his boots, managing to stay upright all the while.
"More than one." Misha gives him an admiring once-over and scoots further back.
"May the best man win," Jared says as he crawls onto the bed.
Misha laughs, says, "This is a mistake," as he tugs Jared's jeans open.
"I was drunk and stupid, blah blah blah, won't happen again." Jared grunts when Misha finally gets his hand around him.
"If it weren't going to happen again," Misha says as he slowly jerks Jared off, "it wouldn't be nearly this big a mistake."
So, it's like that then. Jared leans down on his elbows, braced over Misha's body, his eyes darting between the curve of Misha's lips and the look in his eyes as he thrusts down into his fist. How he was ever surprised that Misha was a cat person is beyond him at the moment. Jared feels like he's being toyed with. "You're kind of an ass."
"Yeah," Misha says and kisses him again.
***
When Jared wakes up, his head is pounding in protest and there's some sort of dead weight on his legs, cutting off the circulation to his feet. He opens his eyes to find Vlad staring at him. It's more than a little disconcerting. Jared groans.
Next to him, Misha rolls over and says, "Hair of the dog or weed?"
"Weed." Jared doesn't want to think too hard about how the cat got in there.
"He can open doors," Misha says after they've smoked a sizeable bud out of the glass pipe he apparently keeps by his bed.
"Failed to mention that last night."
"I wanted sex." Misha licks his lips and sighs. "You're not actually fucking Jensen, right?"
Jared laughs. "No."
"Oh good." Misha grins. "I would feel vaguely guilty about breaking up the band."
"Not guilty enough to ask that beforehand, though." It's not a question.
Misha stares at Jared for a long moment, his grin still there, but somehow not really a reflection on whatever he's thinking. "No," he finally says. When he kisses Jared, his mouth tastes stale in a way that the weed doesn't quite cover. Jared's sure his morning breath is just as epic.
They stay in bed for another two hours and Jared forgets about the cat entirely.
***
"How was L.A.?" Jensen asks when he picks Jared up from the airport.
Jared shrugs. "I met Misha's cat."
"Okay, then." Jensen grabs one of Jared's bags and starts walking toward the car.
"What, no pussy jokes?"
Jensen shakes his head. "Give me a little credit, man. It's no good when it's that easy."
"My mistake."
"So you had a good time?" Jensen looks at him, his expression open and casual, but he's studying Jared's face like he can't quite ping to what's different.
"It didn't suck," Jared says, trying to keep his own expression as neutral as possible. Like he didn't spend the weekend fucking up his dynamic with everyone, albeit, in a very satisfying manner.
"Whatever." Jensen bumps his shoulder against Jared and grins. "Missed your calling as a poet, man."
"Suck it, Ackles." Jared smiles as Jensen laughs and makes a mental note to check and see when Misha is due back in Vancouver. He's already fucked everything up, he might as well enjoy the ride.
***
End notes: Vlad is Kassie's catbeast. He is like thirty pounds of feline awesomeness. We kick it when I go to visit Kassie. Apparently he also routinely destroys headphones, but I maintain that the headphones did something to deserve it.