VOTE!FIC
EVEN THOUGH IT IS HARD TO BELIEVE, JENSEN ACKLES IS ALLOWED TO VOTE.
SO WHEN THE DAY COMES, HE IS VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT. HE'S NOT SURE EXACTLY WHAT THIS VOTING THING IS, BUT JARED HAS EXPLAINED TO HIM HE'S GONNA GET INTO A BOOTH (A BOOTH? WELL NEVERMIND, JENESN'S SURE HE'S GONNA FIGURE IT OUT ON THE SPOT) AND TICK A BOX. (EVERY TIME JENSEN THINKS OF TICKING A BOX HE GETS A LITTLE MORE EXCITED.)
THEY GET TO THE POLLING STATION AND JENSEN WAITS FOR HIS TURN IMPATIENTLY. IT'S UNPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO STOP ASKING JARED IF IT IS HIS TURN ALREADY. AND THEN... IT IS.
"GO AHEAD", JARED NUDGES HIM, "BEHIND THE CURTAIN."
JENSEN'S UNPOSSIBLY BIG EYES WIDEN A BIT MORE. "WHAT, YOU MEAN, ALONE?" HE DOESN'T WANT TO GO ALL BY HIMSELF. HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT IS BEHIND THE CURTAIN. WHAT IF HE GETS LOST? WHAT IF HE CAN'T FIND HIS WAY BACK TO JARED AGAIN? (JENSEN HAS VOTED BEFORE, OF COURSE, HE JUST DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED MORE THAN 12 HOURS AGO.) BUT JARED SMILES ENCOURAGING HIM AND JENSEN GOES INTO THE BOOTH.
THERE'S A PAPER WITH SOMETHING WRITTEN ON IT AND A PEN AND HE REALLY REALLY WISHES HE HAD HIS DICTIONARY WITH HIM BECAUSE THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH TEXT AND HE CAN'T MAKE HIS WAY THROUGH IT. BUT HERE ARE THE BOXES AND SOMETHING'S VAGUELY FAMILIAR ABOUT BOXES. JENSEN WRINKLES HIS FOREHEAD WHILE HE TRIES TO REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS AND WAIT... YES... IT'S COMING BACK TO HIM. TICKING! HE MUST TICK THE BOXES! ONLY... HE DOESN'T KNOW IF HE SHOULD TICK ONE OR MORE. SUDDENLY, IT'S BECOMING HARD TO BREATHE AND THIS BOOTH (IS THAT WHAT THIS IS?) IS GETTING SMALLER. "FUCK IT", HE THINKS, AND TICKS ALL OF THE BOXES (HE FORGOT THE RULES OF THIS GAME BUT HE THINKS HE MIGHT GET MORE POINTS IF HE TICKS THEM ALL) AND ALL HE WANTS TO DO NOW IS GET OUT WHERE THERE'S AIR AND LIGHT AND JARED, JARED'S ARMS AND SHOULDERS AND JARED'S SMILE.
ONLY... THERE'S NO DOOR! HE TURNS AROUND ONCE, TWICE BUT THIS BOOTH (SERIOUSLY, IS THAT WHAT THIS IS?) HAS NO DOOR! THERE ARE NO DOOR!!! JENSEN IS STARTING TO PANIC.
"JARED?", HE WHISPERS BUT THERE'S NO ANSWER. HE REPEATS IT A BIT LOUDER BUT JARED'S STILL NOT ANSWERING. SO HE YELLS. "JAAAAREEED!" AND HE'S HYPERVENTILATING AND THE BOOTH (HE DOESN'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE IF THAT'S WHAT THIS IS) IS SPINNING AROUND HIM AND HE'S GONNA FAINT ANY MINUTE NOW AND... THEN THE CURTAIN OPENS AND THERE'S JARED.
"I'M HERE, JEN, I'M HERE. IT'S OKAY, IT'S OKAY..." JARED PULLS HIM OUT AND HOLDS HIM TIGHT, PRESSED TO HIS STRONG MANLY CHEST AND JENSEN CAN FEEL HIS HEARTBEAT AGAINST HIS CHEEK AND HE FEELS BETTER.
IN FACT, NOW THAT HE FEELS SAFE AGAIN, HE THINKS IT WAS KINDA EXCITING AND HE... YES, HE DEFINITELY WANTS TO GO AGAIN.
"I WANNA PLAY AGAIN", SAYS JENSEN.
"YOU CAN'T, NOT FOR ANOTHER 4 YEARS", JARED SAYS STILL STROKING HIS HAIR.
"BUT I WANNA PLAY AGAIN!", JENSEN WHINES AND HIS EYES GET WATERY AS JARED REPEATS HE JUST CAN'T.
IN THE END, JARED GETS JENSEN A TWIZZLER AND PROMISES HIM A BLOW JOB JUST TO GET HIM OUT OF THE POLLING STATION. AND AS JENSEN SUCKS ON TWIZZLER AS JARED SUCKS ON HIM, JENSEN THINKS TO HIMSELF: "VOTING'S FUN!"
~FIN~
SO WHEN THE DAY COMES, HE IS VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT. HE'S NOT SURE EXACTLY WHAT THIS VOTING THING IS, BUT JARED HAS EXPLAINED TO HIM HE'S GONNA GET INTO A BOOTH (A BOOTH? WELL NEVERMIND, JENESN'S SURE HE'S GONNA FIGURE IT OUT ON THE SPOT) AND TICK A BOX. (EVERY TIME JENSEN THINKS OF TICKING A BOX HE GETS A LITTLE MORE EXCITED.)
THEY GET TO THE POLLING STATION AND JENSEN WAITS FOR HIS TURN IMPATIENTLY. IT'S UNPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO STOP ASKING JARED IF IT IS HIS TURN ALREADY. AND THEN... IT IS.
"GO AHEAD", JARED NUDGES HIM, "BEHIND THE CURTAIN."
JENSEN'S UNPOSSIBLY BIG EYES WIDEN A BIT MORE. "WHAT, YOU MEAN, ALONE?" HE DOESN'T WANT TO GO ALL BY HIMSELF. HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT IS BEHIND THE CURTAIN. WHAT IF HE GETS LOST? WHAT IF HE CAN'T FIND HIS WAY BACK TO JARED AGAIN? (JENSEN HAS VOTED BEFORE, OF COURSE, HE JUST DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED MORE THAN 12 HOURS AGO.) BUT JARED SMILES ENCOURAGING HIM AND JENSEN GOES INTO THE BOOTH.
THERE'S A PAPER WITH SOMETHING WRITTEN ON IT AND A PEN AND HE REALLY REALLY WISHES HE HAD HIS DICTIONARY WITH HIM BECAUSE THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH TEXT AND HE CAN'T MAKE HIS WAY THROUGH IT. BUT HERE ARE THE BOXES AND SOMETHING'S VAGUELY FAMILIAR ABOUT BOXES. JENSEN WRINKLES HIS FOREHEAD WHILE HE TRIES TO REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS AND WAIT... YES... IT'S COMING BACK TO HIM. TICKING! HE MUST TICK THE BOXES! ONLY... HE DOESN'T KNOW IF HE SHOULD TICK ONE OR MORE. SUDDENLY, IT'S BECOMING HARD TO BREATHE AND THIS BOOTH (IS THAT WHAT THIS IS?) IS GETTING SMALLER. "FUCK IT", HE THINKS, AND TICKS ALL OF THE BOXES (HE FORGOT THE RULES OF THIS GAME BUT HE THINKS HE MIGHT GET MORE POINTS IF HE TICKS THEM ALL) AND ALL HE WANTS TO DO NOW IS GET OUT WHERE THERE'S AIR AND LIGHT AND JARED, JARED'S ARMS AND SHOULDERS AND JARED'S SMILE.
ONLY... THERE'S NO DOOR! HE TURNS AROUND ONCE, TWICE BUT THIS BOOTH (SERIOUSLY, IS THAT WHAT THIS IS?) HAS NO DOOR! THERE ARE NO DOOR!!! JENSEN IS STARTING TO PANIC.
"JARED?", HE WHISPERS BUT THERE'S NO ANSWER. HE REPEATS IT A BIT LOUDER BUT JARED'S STILL NOT ANSWERING. SO HE YELLS. "JAAAAREEED!" AND HE'S HYPERVENTILATING AND THE BOOTH (HE DOESN'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE IF THAT'S WHAT THIS IS) IS SPINNING AROUND HIM AND HE'S GONNA FAINT ANY MINUTE NOW AND... THEN THE CURTAIN OPENS AND THERE'S JARED.
"I'M HERE, JEN, I'M HERE. IT'S OKAY, IT'S OKAY..." JARED PULLS HIM OUT AND HOLDS HIM TIGHT, PRESSED TO HIS STRONG MANLY CHEST AND JENSEN CAN FEEL HIS HEARTBEAT AGAINST HIS CHEEK AND HE FEELS BETTER.
IN FACT, NOW THAT HE FEELS SAFE AGAIN, HE THINKS IT WAS KINDA EXCITING AND HE... YES, HE DEFINITELY WANTS TO GO AGAIN.
"I WANNA PLAY AGAIN", SAYS JENSEN.
"YOU CAN'T, NOT FOR ANOTHER 4 YEARS", JARED SAYS STILL STROKING HIS HAIR.
"BUT I WANNA PLAY AGAIN!", JENSEN WHINES AND HIS EYES GET WATERY AS JARED REPEATS HE JUST CAN'T.
IN THE END, JARED GETS JENSEN A TWIZZLER AND PROMISES HIM A BLOW JOB JUST TO GET HIM OUT OF THE POLLING STATION. AND AS JENSEN SUCKS ON TWIZZLER AS JARED SUCKS ON HIM, JENSEN THINKS TO HIMSELF: "VOTING'S FUN!"
~FIN~