Fic: MS verse- Seeing the Sky Prologue Gen RPF Supernatural PG
Seeing the Sky- prologue.
Indus
Disclaimer: This isn't true. Both guys are in good health as far as I know.
Summary: It's about five years from AHBL2- Jared is happily married, Jensen not so much. This is a strong, sad, sad, sad series.
Warnings: Angst, future fic, no deaths but permanent disability.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Sandy.
I wrote RPF- but it's gen!
Jared and Sandy smiled widely at the cameras. Clumsy as always, Jared managed to stumble over his own feet and was forced to catch his balance. As he laughed at himself and Sandy rolled her eyes against a backdrop of affectionate jeers, Jared felt more than a little giddy. He was at the Oscars! And yeah, it was as a presenter and not a nominee, but more than a few critics had said it was a tragedy and a mistake that his performance in Nation Building was not nominated, and he couldn't help thinking that he was almost there. Not bad for a guy who wasn't even thirty yet.
It should have been a perfect moment. There was a weird vibrating sensation against his thigh and while he knew it was a little unorthodox to read text messages while on the red carpet, he pulled out his phone immediately. His family was watching and if he knew his sister, Megan was texting their comments as fast as they were making it, especially Jeff's brotherly teasing.
It wasn't Megan. In fact, as Jared's mouth fell open in shock at the sight of the name that came up, he realized that this wasn't his phone. It was Sandy's, it had to be, because Jared Padalecki didn't have Jensen Ackles' contact information anymore.
He pasted a smile on his face, hoping that whatever acting skills he had were serving him well, but Sandy had been dating him for a good seven years, and married to him for four, and she wasn't fooled. She too maintained a casual exterior and then leaned towards him, whispering, "What's going on?"
"Why do you have Jensen's number?" Jared asked, laughing as if she were making a joke. "Sandy, what's going on?"
Her smile slipped, and she lost a little color, only recalling their surroundings when Jeffrey Dean Morgan, fresh off his latest mini-series and nominated for two awards, greeted them with warm hugs and even warmer praises. Unlike his TV older brother, Jared had never lost the mentor aspect of his relationship with the older man, and he took the kind words seriously. But at the same time, the text message had thrown him and he asked the question he'd tired of asking three and a half years before. Abruptly, "Have you heard from Jensen?"
From the way Morgan's eyes widened, the answer was an obvious yes. But instead of dismissing it, of lying, the actor held up a hand for silence as he considered his options. Finally, he nodded decisively. "We'll meet tomorrow. Still at the same cell?"
"Or at Sandy's. Have her number?" Jared was hurt and angry, and doing little to hide it.
Morgan smiled. "I haven't spoken to him in four years, Jared. We aren't in some conspiracy against you."
Those words were enough. Jared had never been one to hold a grudge, and knowing Jeffrey Dean Morgan as he did, he knew when the older man was sincere. Smiling and leaning over to hug him again, he wished him luck with the awards.
He was one of the first presenters, so it was some time before he could take his seat. At the first ad break, he pulled his phone out of Sandy's purse and looked at his messages. This time, there were many more from Meghan. He scrolled through them quickly, noting the passed on exclamations from his three year-old daughter, and the notification that the baby had been bathed and sung to sleep by his loving grandmother. Of course, Jeff had commented on his near-stumble, while his mother had cried on seeing her son on that prestigious stage. Oh, and his nephew had stuck his finger through the grill of a pedestal fan but was fine- the cut barely required a band-aid.
Finally, it was time for that last message on the other phone. He wouldn't look at the other messages, respecting Sandy's privacy, but didn't hesitate before opening Jensen's. The other Texan had been a brother once, and in a strange way, that relationship was utterly separate and almost as powerful as the one he shared with the woman he loved.
Tell him he did good.
When he looked up, his eyes wet, Sandy's understanding smile greeted and soothed him. Though he didn't need to say it, didn't even know it then, something in his heart relaxed and he let go of a hard, bitter resentment he'd harbored for four and a half years.
*
"Jeffrey, congratulations!" While he was anxious to know Jensen's fate, Jared couldn't help his excitement and pride at the older man's win. "Here, let me take your coat. Come in, sit down. You deserve the award- the movie was great!"
Morgan shrugged modestly. "Well," he said deprecatingly, "it was a great role. One I died in, again!"
"Maybe you should just stick to those." They kidded back and forth in the same vein, until Sandy came in with coffee and snacks and Jared sobered as if a director had yelled "Cut!" He waited politely until Morgan and Sandy had helped themselves to some light cakes, and in what was unusual for him, forewent any food of his own. "So why is it that you two know more about what my former best friend is up to, that you two talk to him when I haven't seen or heard from him in four years?"
Chapter One
Indus
Disclaimer: This isn't true. Both guys are in good health as far as I know.
Summary: It's about five years from AHBL2- Jared is happily married, Jensen not so much. This is a strong, sad, sad, sad series.
Warnings: Angst, future fic, no deaths but permanent disability.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jared/Sandy.
I wrote RPF- but it's gen!
Jared and Sandy smiled widely at the cameras. Clumsy as always, Jared managed to stumble over his own feet and was forced to catch his balance. As he laughed at himself and Sandy rolled her eyes against a backdrop of affectionate jeers, Jared felt more than a little giddy. He was at the Oscars! And yeah, it was as a presenter and not a nominee, but more than a few critics had said it was a tragedy and a mistake that his performance in Nation Building was not nominated, and he couldn't help thinking that he was almost there. Not bad for a guy who wasn't even thirty yet.
It should have been a perfect moment. There was a weird vibrating sensation against his thigh and while he knew it was a little unorthodox to read text messages while on the red carpet, he pulled out his phone immediately. His family was watching and if he knew his sister, Megan was texting their comments as fast as they were making it, especially Jeff's brotherly teasing.
It wasn't Megan. In fact, as Jared's mouth fell open in shock at the sight of the name that came up, he realized that this wasn't his phone. It was Sandy's, it had to be, because Jared Padalecki didn't have Jensen Ackles' contact information anymore.
He pasted a smile on his face, hoping that whatever acting skills he had were serving him well, but Sandy had been dating him for a good seven years, and married to him for four, and she wasn't fooled. She too maintained a casual exterior and then leaned towards him, whispering, "What's going on?"
"Why do you have Jensen's number?" Jared asked, laughing as if she were making a joke. "Sandy, what's going on?"
Her smile slipped, and she lost a little color, only recalling their surroundings when Jeffrey Dean Morgan, fresh off his latest mini-series and nominated for two awards, greeted them with warm hugs and even warmer praises. Unlike his TV older brother, Jared had never lost the mentor aspect of his relationship with the older man, and he took the kind words seriously. But at the same time, the text message had thrown him and he asked the question he'd tired of asking three and a half years before. Abruptly, "Have you heard from Jensen?"
From the way Morgan's eyes widened, the answer was an obvious yes. But instead of dismissing it, of lying, the actor held up a hand for silence as he considered his options. Finally, he nodded decisively. "We'll meet tomorrow. Still at the same cell?"
"Or at Sandy's. Have her number?" Jared was hurt and angry, and doing little to hide it.
Morgan smiled. "I haven't spoken to him in four years, Jared. We aren't in some conspiracy against you."
Those words were enough. Jared had never been one to hold a grudge, and knowing Jeffrey Dean Morgan as he did, he knew when the older man was sincere. Smiling and leaning over to hug him again, he wished him luck with the awards.
He was one of the first presenters, so it was some time before he could take his seat. At the first ad break, he pulled his phone out of Sandy's purse and looked at his messages. This time, there were many more from Meghan. He scrolled through them quickly, noting the passed on exclamations from his three year-old daughter, and the notification that the baby had been bathed and sung to sleep by his loving grandmother. Of course, Jeff had commented on his near-stumble, while his mother had cried on seeing her son on that prestigious stage. Oh, and his nephew had stuck his finger through the grill of a pedestal fan but was fine- the cut barely required a band-aid.
Finally, it was time for that last message on the other phone. He wouldn't look at the other messages, respecting Sandy's privacy, but didn't hesitate before opening Jensen's. The other Texan had been a brother once, and in a strange way, that relationship was utterly separate and almost as powerful as the one he shared with the woman he loved.
Tell him he did good.
When he looked up, his eyes wet, Sandy's understanding smile greeted and soothed him. Though he didn't need to say it, didn't even know it then, something in his heart relaxed and he let go of a hard, bitter resentment he'd harbored for four and a half years.
*
"Jeffrey, congratulations!" While he was anxious to know Jensen's fate, Jared couldn't help his excitement and pride at the older man's win. "Here, let me take your coat. Come in, sit down. You deserve the award- the movie was great!"
Morgan shrugged modestly. "Well," he said deprecatingly, "it was a great role. One I died in, again!"
"Maybe you should just stick to those." They kidded back and forth in the same vein, until Sandy came in with coffee and snacks and Jared sobered as if a director had yelled "Cut!" He waited politely until Morgan and Sandy had helped themselves to some light cakes, and in what was unusual for him, forewent any food of his own. "So why is it that you two know more about what my former best friend is up to, that you two talk to him when I haven't seen or heard from him in four years?"
Chapter One