Birthday fic: Heartaches (00/16)
Thinking back, Jared should have expected something.
Pranks are really common on the set of Supernatural, mostly because his and Jensen’s friendship stirred everything into a big family, a big group of buddies working together. That’s what they are… And, it’s been three days since Jensen’s walked on set, slipped on Dean’s shoes and found himself sinking deep into jell-o. In turn, Jared got hit in the face and the butt by lemon scented socks.
So, yeah… time is up for revenge.
But this morning Jared’s too at peace, almost high from his run with the dogs and he walks into his trailer unsuspicious. He’s a little dizzy, he hasn’t eaten yet so it’s probably that, and that makes him even less careful. He doesn’t have to be, because the pranks are harmless. But it is usually even more gratifying to be able to foresee and avoid them than pulling a successful one on the other, that giving you the best occasions to gloat, so he usually pays attention. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s just caught Jensen in the act, switching salt and sugar where he keeps his snacks.
He flops his bag on the floor and groans loudly, both from frustration and pleasure when he stretches piles of limbs, so he doesn’t hear Jensen’s startled gasp and shaky whip-around.
But when Jared turns, his hands flies to his chest when he sees Jensen and he actually yelps. “Holy crap, Jen! I thought you weren’t here yet!” He breathes out, panting from the shock.
Jensen’s expression hesitates between laughing and wincing because he’s been caught here and surely Jared will put two and two together, but it eventually settles on worry upon staring at Jared’s. “Dude, you okay? You look…”
Jared nods, a little breathless. “Yeah, I just…” The room sways abruptly and Jared is toppled over toward the wall.
“Jay!!”
The last thing he sees is Jensen’s face, close up, probably calling out to him, yelling things in his face that he can’t make out.
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Pranks are really common on the set of Supernatural, mostly because his and Jensen’s friendship stirred everything into a big family, a big group of buddies working together. That’s what they are… And, it’s been three days since Jensen’s walked on set, slipped on Dean’s shoes and found himself sinking deep into jell-o. In turn, Jared got hit in the face and the butt by lemon scented socks.
So, yeah… time is up for revenge.
But this morning Jared’s too at peace, almost high from his run with the dogs and he walks into his trailer unsuspicious. He’s a little dizzy, he hasn’t eaten yet so it’s probably that, and that makes him even less careful. He doesn’t have to be, because the pranks are harmless. But it is usually even more gratifying to be able to foresee and avoid them than pulling a successful one on the other, that giving you the best occasions to gloat, so he usually pays attention. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s just caught Jensen in the act, switching salt and sugar where he keeps his snacks.
He flops his bag on the floor and groans loudly, both from frustration and pleasure when he stretches piles of limbs, so he doesn’t hear Jensen’s startled gasp and shaky whip-around.
But when Jared turns, his hands flies to his chest when he sees Jensen and he actually yelps. “Holy crap, Jen! I thought you weren’t here yet!” He breathes out, panting from the shock.
Jensen’s expression hesitates between laughing and wincing because he’s been caught here and surely Jared will put two and two together, but it eventually settles on worry upon staring at Jared’s. “Dude, you okay? You look…”
Jared nods, a little breathless. “Yeah, I just…” The room sways abruptly and Jared is toppled over toward the wall.
“Jay!!”
The last thing he sees is Jensen’s face, close up, probably calling out to him, yelling things in his face that he can’t make out.
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