Last weekend was JIBCON 2014, and both boys were in attendance and in (very) fine form. They spoke candidly about Sam and Dean's relationship, and they were their usual goofy selves. There were so many good comments about the boys (both J2 and Sam and Dean) that a lot of people now DEMAND fic!
deirdre_c and I were discussing it on Twitter and
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Wow. Something from last night really hadn't agreed with Jared. He tried to remember what the hell he might have ingested that-
No. Wait. Not drinking. Working. Also wrestling. Falling. Hurting. Fuck.
He tried a small, cautious, not-invasive wiggle, and his shoulder said, Dude? No. Slow. If anything, take it slow. And even this wasn't as bad as he remembered. Not nearly.
Ooookay. Taking the prize as ever, Padalecki. He breathed deep and moved slow and got to a pretty much sitting position without any unseemly screaming.
Coping.
There wasn't anyone else in the room. Jared had a feeling, a strong feeling, that this wasn't the way things should be. There had been a someone on the other side of the bed. A nice someone, with soothing hands.
I love your hands. (Jared, sighing ( ... )
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Thank you so much!
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Thanks for letting me know you enjoyed it!
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Phew. So much emotion. So few words exchanged. Glad you liked it!
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