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The downside to having my regular journal friends only is that when I accidentally drabble in comments I have to repost it, even if it is just tiny. Luckily I also played around a little in memphis86's happy ending post, so! Sam/Dean, 414 spoilers and J2, no spoilers.
Also, a fic I wrote last night based on girlmostlikely's prodding and Jensen Ackles's adorable shyness.
Jared really isn't sure what to do with his new co-star. In the meeting with Kripke, he seemed great: smart, funny, engaging, an awesome guy. They discovered they were both from Texas, had an awkward moment of drawing out each others' accents, and laughed together. Jared thought, yeah, thought it was going to be a great show, a great dynamic, everything.
But then, they left Kripke's office, and Jared said, "Want to get a drink?"
He didn't even mean it as a pickup--yeah, it hadn't escaped his notice that Jensen was hot, but they were working together, and that was always a bad idea, and, yeah. It hadn't even occurred to him to ask Jensen out. He just thought a friendly drink would be a good idea, since they were working together.
But Jensen just stared at him.
Then he looked away, flushed a little, mumbled, and ran off.
Which, weird.
And it hasn't changed, is the thing. It's not like that was a fluke. They're on as Sam and Dean, the crew loves them, and when they're in a group Jensen is quiet, but not silent. But he doesn't ever just talk to Jared. He just looks at him, and, eventually, runs off.
Jared's starting to think it's him.
*
He brushes his teeth, he changes his deodorant, he buys some new shampoo.
Nothing helps.
*
"It's probably your face," says Chad. "You've got a freaky face, man."
"Fuck you," says Jared. "Seriously. Maybe he, like, gets hypnotized by my moles, or something. Maybe he thinks they're giant zits and doesn't know how to tell me. Maybe he's scared of my dimples."
"Maybe he's a freak."
"You're not helping."
"You thought I was gonna?"
Jared hangs up.
*
"You worked with Jensen before, right?"
"Yeah," says Mike. "He's a cool guy."
"Did he talk to you?"
Mike raises his eyebrow.
"He doesn't talk to me! I mean, when we're out with people, or on set, he does, but never one-on-one."
"Never?" asks Mike.
"Not once."
"Weird."
*
"Hey, we're going out for drinks," says Jared, ducking his head into Jensen's trailers.
"Me and the crew, I mean. You want in?"
Jensen stares for a minute, the same weird expression on his face as always. Then, very slowly, he nods.
Jared grins. "Awesome."
Jensen stares harder, his cheeks pinking, and then looks away.
"You want a ride?"
Without looking up, Jensen nods.
Jared's got a plan.
*
Jensen drunk is kind of amazing. He's flushed all the time, and he's not outgoing like some people are. He laughs softly and smiles a lot and when Jared gets close to him and snakes an arm around his shoulders, Jensen leans into it.
"Hey," Jared rumbles, and Jensen stares up at him with something--something that looks a lot like adoration.
Jared swallows.
"Hi," says Jensen softly. They're not alone, but they feel alone, Jensen tucked into the crook of his shoulder, warm and solid against him.
"You gonna talk to me now?" he asks, smiling.
Jensen flushes darker. "Shut up."
"Then who's gonna talk?"
"How'm I supposed to talk to you?" Jensen asks, kind of murmuring, almost to himself. "You're--best thing I've ever seen."
Jared ruffles the back of Jensen's hair, and Jensen leans into it.
"My moles aren't giant zits," Jared says.
"I know."
"And I'm not scary."
"Nuh uh."
"And you're pretty awesome yourself."
Jensen buries his face in Jared's armpit. Jared's glad he changed his deodorant. "Can't even think around you," Jensen admits.
"You can remember your lines."
"'m a professional."
"You want to go out with me sometime? I can talk, you can stare in awe."
"Fucker."
"Yeah," Jared agrees, "maybe that too."
*
The next day, Jared says hi to Jensen, and Jensen smiles and moves his lips.
It's a start.
Also, a fic I wrote last night based on girlmostlikely's prodding and Jensen Ackles's adorable shyness.
Jared really isn't sure what to do with his new co-star. In the meeting with Kripke, he seemed great: smart, funny, engaging, an awesome guy. They discovered they were both from Texas, had an awkward moment of drawing out each others' accents, and laughed together. Jared thought, yeah, thought it was going to be a great show, a great dynamic, everything.
But then, they left Kripke's office, and Jared said, "Want to get a drink?"
He didn't even mean it as a pickup--yeah, it hadn't escaped his notice that Jensen was hot, but they were working together, and that was always a bad idea, and, yeah. It hadn't even occurred to him to ask Jensen out. He just thought a friendly drink would be a good idea, since they were working together.
But Jensen just stared at him.
Then he looked away, flushed a little, mumbled, and ran off.
Which, weird.
And it hasn't changed, is the thing. It's not like that was a fluke. They're on as Sam and Dean, the crew loves them, and when they're in a group Jensen is quiet, but not silent. But he doesn't ever just talk to Jared. He just looks at him, and, eventually, runs off.
Jared's starting to think it's him.
*
He brushes his teeth, he changes his deodorant, he buys some new shampoo.
Nothing helps.
*
"It's probably your face," says Chad. "You've got a freaky face, man."
"Fuck you," says Jared. "Seriously. Maybe he, like, gets hypnotized by my moles, or something. Maybe he thinks they're giant zits and doesn't know how to tell me. Maybe he's scared of my dimples."
"Maybe he's a freak."
"You're not helping."
"You thought I was gonna?"
Jared hangs up.
*
"You worked with Jensen before, right?"
"Yeah," says Mike. "He's a cool guy."
"Did he talk to you?"
Mike raises his eyebrow.
"He doesn't talk to me! I mean, when we're out with people, or on set, he does, but never one-on-one."
"Never?" asks Mike.
"Not once."
"Weird."
*
"Hey, we're going out for drinks," says Jared, ducking his head into Jensen's trailers.
"Me and the crew, I mean. You want in?"
Jensen stares for a minute, the same weird expression on his face as always. Then, very slowly, he nods.
Jared grins. "Awesome."
Jensen stares harder, his cheeks pinking, and then looks away.
"You want a ride?"
Without looking up, Jensen nods.
Jared's got a plan.
*
Jensen drunk is kind of amazing. He's flushed all the time, and he's not outgoing like some people are. He laughs softly and smiles a lot and when Jared gets close to him and snakes an arm around his shoulders, Jensen leans into it.
"Hey," Jared rumbles, and Jensen stares up at him with something--something that looks a lot like adoration.
Jared swallows.
"Hi," says Jensen softly. They're not alone, but they feel alone, Jensen tucked into the crook of his shoulder, warm and solid against him.
"You gonna talk to me now?" he asks, smiling.
Jensen flushes darker. "Shut up."
"Then who's gonna talk?"
"How'm I supposed to talk to you?" Jensen asks, kind of murmuring, almost to himself. "You're--best thing I've ever seen."
Jared ruffles the back of Jensen's hair, and Jensen leans into it.
"My moles aren't giant zits," Jared says.
"I know."
"And I'm not scary."
"Nuh uh."
"And you're pretty awesome yourself."
Jensen buries his face in Jared's armpit. Jared's glad he changed his deodorant. "Can't even think around you," Jensen admits.
"You can remember your lines."
"'m a professional."
"You want to go out with me sometime? I can talk, you can stare in awe."
"Fucker."
"Yeah," Jared agrees, "maybe that too."
*
The next day, Jared says hi to Jensen, and Jensen smiles and moves his lips.
It's a start.