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A few days ago, people were doing this meme where they posted excepts from fics they were working on but had not finished. And I was going to do that, but then I forgot. And I just remembered. So!
"Do you even get paid?" Sam asked, a week after Dean started working on the new Tarantino flick.
"What?" asked Dean, looking up from the fridge with complete confusion. "Get paid for what?"
"You're working, Dean. You're supposed to get paid for work." Sam was almost tempted to draw him a picture. Just to help clarify the whole idea of the economy.
Dean blinked several times. "I was just hustling pool on the side."
Sam rubbed his forehead. It wasn't Dean's fault he'd been raised in a car and didn't like school and had never had a credit card he actually paid off. "Dean. Why would you hustle pool when you have a job?"
"Huh," said Dean. "I guess I should tell someone my name."
Sam thought about the FBI and the multiple deaths both of them currently had on record. "Or someone else's name. Someone else's name would be good."
Dean seemed to see the logic in this. Then he grinned. "Man, I can't believe they pay me to do this."
He looked so proud Sam couldn't even really be mad.
"Dinosaurs? Seriously?"
"Five dinosaur sightings in Los Angeles in the last week."
"Dude," said Dean, "it's L.A. It's probably for a movie."
"One time there was a witch also reported, and one time a glowing figure."
"Sam, dinosaurs aren't real. Like angels. Hey, maybe the glowing figure was an angel, and the dinosaur and the angel were hanging out together, you know, not being real."
"They're brothers? And they're together?" asks Sweets. Booth nods. "Wow, that is super gross."
"Sweets!" says Brennan, appalled.
"What?" says Sweets. "It is."
"Thank you!" says Booth. "See? Gay incest is still incest."
"You could move in here," says Jared, like this is the normal way you ask your co-star to move in to your gigantic house. Like everyone says this in the middle of an intense WiiBoxing match, and Jensen falters and wonders if that's why Jared did it.
"Why would I move in here?"
Jared shrugs. "You gotta live somewhere. Why not here?"
"It's weird," says Jensen, losing boxing and switching to tennis. "You just live with people when you can't afford to live alone."
"I like you," says Jared, like it's that easy. Like that's all the excuse they need. "You like me. We could do this all the time if you lived here."
"We already do this all the time," Jensen points out.
"Exactly," says Jared. "Fifteen-love."
"Fine," says Jensen. "I'll move in. But if anyone asks, I'm your kept boy."
"You want to be my kept boy?" asks Jared.
"I want people to think you're paying me to be here."
"You gonna pull your eye-candy weight?"
Jensen pulls off his shirt between points, smirks at Jared.
Jared shrugs easily. "Guess you'll do."
Jensen isn't really surprised Jared loves Halloween.
"Come on!" says Jared. "It's got candy, it's got costumes, what's not to like?"
"See, when you say shit like that? I start feeling like a cradle robber again," Jensen grumbles.
Jared grins widely. "You are a cradle robber. You plucked me from my mother's bosom when I was but a lad."
"No one talks like that," Jensen points out. "Ever. Also, I didn't. And you're legal now. Except when you start talking about how much you love candy and costumes and probably fucking bobbing for apples."
"I'm a fucking bobbing for apples champion," crows Jared.
"It fucking figures."
Wasn't that fun? I think I did it wrong.
"Do you even get paid?" Sam asked, a week after Dean started working on the new Tarantino flick.
"What?" asked Dean, looking up from the fridge with complete confusion. "Get paid for what?"
"You're working, Dean. You're supposed to get paid for work." Sam was almost tempted to draw him a picture. Just to help clarify the whole idea of the economy.
Dean blinked several times. "I was just hustling pool on the side."
Sam rubbed his forehead. It wasn't Dean's fault he'd been raised in a car and didn't like school and had never had a credit card he actually paid off. "Dean. Why would you hustle pool when you have a job?"
"Huh," said Dean. "I guess I should tell someone my name."
Sam thought about the FBI and the multiple deaths both of them currently had on record. "Or someone else's name. Someone else's name would be good."
Dean seemed to see the logic in this. Then he grinned. "Man, I can't believe they pay me to do this."
He looked so proud Sam couldn't even really be mad.
"Dinosaurs? Seriously?"
"Five dinosaur sightings in Los Angeles in the last week."
"Dude," said Dean, "it's L.A. It's probably for a movie."
"One time there was a witch also reported, and one time a glowing figure."
"Sam, dinosaurs aren't real. Like angels. Hey, maybe the glowing figure was an angel, and the dinosaur and the angel were hanging out together, you know, not being real."
"They're brothers? And they're together?" asks Sweets. Booth nods. "Wow, that is super gross."
"Sweets!" says Brennan, appalled.
"What?" says Sweets. "It is."
"Thank you!" says Booth. "See? Gay incest is still incest."
"You could move in here," says Jared, like this is the normal way you ask your co-star to move in to your gigantic house. Like everyone says this in the middle of an intense WiiBoxing match, and Jensen falters and wonders if that's why Jared did it.
"Why would I move in here?"
Jared shrugs. "You gotta live somewhere. Why not here?"
"It's weird," says Jensen, losing boxing and switching to tennis. "You just live with people when you can't afford to live alone."
"I like you," says Jared, like it's that easy. Like that's all the excuse they need. "You like me. We could do this all the time if you lived here."
"We already do this all the time," Jensen points out.
"Exactly," says Jared. "Fifteen-love."
"Fine," says Jensen. "I'll move in. But if anyone asks, I'm your kept boy."
"You want to be my kept boy?" asks Jared.
"I want people to think you're paying me to be here."
"You gonna pull your eye-candy weight?"
Jensen pulls off his shirt between points, smirks at Jared.
Jared shrugs easily. "Guess you'll do."
Jensen isn't really surprised Jared loves Halloween.
"Come on!" says Jared. "It's got candy, it's got costumes, what's not to like?"
"See, when you say shit like that? I start feeling like a cradle robber again," Jensen grumbles.
Jared grins widely. "You are a cradle robber. You plucked me from my mother's bosom when I was but a lad."
"No one talks like that," Jensen points out. "Ever. Also, I didn't. And you're legal now. Except when you start talking about how much you love candy and costumes and probably fucking bobbing for apples."
"I'm a fucking bobbing for apples champion," crows Jared.
"It fucking figures."
Wasn't that fun? I think I did it wrong.