I Haven't Enough Hands For You
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karabou!!
860 words
Jared had been raving all week long about the weather finally coming to terms with the fact that it was September. He planned on taking advantage of the clear skies and easy breezes to take the dogs to the nearby doggie park. And he couldn’t stop taunting Jensen for it because the guy had to run off to New York City, where there were thunderstorms and some of those always awkward interviews he loathed doing. Jared’d been tormenting Jensen all week long and even through most of the weekend with taunting texts and mocking laughter.
So when Jensen returns home Sunday afternoon and finds Jared on the couch with a beer is his hand that isn’t going anywhere, he’s confused. “What’s with you?”
“Nothin’,” he mumbles and attempts to take a sip from his bottle, but it only nakes it halfway. Then settles back in his lap.
Jensen’s eyebrow rises and he rolls his eyes as he heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He calls to Jared, “Where’re the dogs at?”
Jared doesn’t answer. He just keeps staring at the screen. But he is finally drinking his beer, and it’s pretty fast.
He leans against the doorway between the kitchen and living room. “Hey, dumbass. Where are the dogs?”
“In their room,” he mumbles back.
Jensen smirks and taunts, “Why? I thought this was the big Doggie Day, huh?”
“They’re grounded.”
“Grounded?”
“Mhhm,” Jared sounds through another healthy gulp of beer.
“What’d they do?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Alright,” Jensen sighs leaving the room. He makes his own visit to the dogs, who are stuck in the room just next to Jared’s. It isn’t all too surprising because Jared usually puts them up there when there’s a lot going on in the house, plus their beds are in there. But the shock is in finding the whole room bare of their toys. The beds are pretty stripped down, too, and they look miserable. “Hey guys,” Jensen coos as he settles closer, rubbing heads and realizing how much attention they’re starved for. He lavishes them with hugs and rubs until he’s had enough, and goes on back to the living room.
Jared grumbles, “You were supposed to leave them alone.”
“What?”
“They’re grounded. They don’t get visitors.”
He calls out to Jared while grabbing another bottle of water. “What did they do?” He settles back in the doorway and waits for Jared to answer. Which he doesn’t. In between sips, Jensen says, “I saw the room, dude. This is pretty far outta your range.”
Jared takes another health sip and finally mutters, “Sadie’s pregnant.”
Spit take. All over Jared, hitting the whole side of his face and leaking down his neck, wetting the shoulder and collar of his tee shirt.
He’s quiet for a few moments. He doesn’t even look away from the TV when he says flatly, “Okay, while that was a perfectly appropriate response, could you get me a towel?”
Jensen returns with a dishtowel and asks carefully, “So, from the doggie park?”
While Jared rubs down his face and neck, he grumbles, “No. I haven’t taken them there in a few weeks, ‘cause of the rains.”
“So then … ” And here, Jared levels a flat glare that borders on pissed off. Jensen gets it. “Wow,” he says with wonder and a smirk. “That little devil.” Jared turns back to the TV and is back to looking depressed and about two beers away from drowning himself in misery. “So, you’re punishing them both because your boy has swimmers?”
Jared turns in the couch and finally looks a little more like himself, his face becoming animated and the voice going higher. “Yeah, see, that’s what I did at first. But then when you think about … Sadie. Sadie is ruined now. She let him, ya know?”
Jensen laughs. “So, you lock them both up because you can’t decide which you’re mad at more? Harley for underage sex or Sadie for going on her back?”
He’s shaking his head and looking back at the TV, but seconds later, he’s laughing, too.
“You’re gonna be a grandpa,” Jensen teases.
*
Five weeks later, Jared hovers over Sadie and smiles as Harley crouches nearby and whines, not letting up until it’s all done and Sadie is more relaxed. Jared strokes her coat, murmuring, “You did so good, babygirl. I’m so proud of you.”
Jensen watches it all from a few feet away as he kneels over the box of slimy, tiny, wiggling puppies. “Jared.”
He keeps going, ignoring Jensen. “Such a big girl,” he coos. “You’re a mama now. Five tiny, widdle pups for you.”
“Dude.”
“Making me a proud grandpa. Such a happy little family.”
Jensen clears his throat and stands. “Alright, you can do this on your own now, right?”
As Jensen passes, Jared grabs at his wrist. “Hey, you’re part of this, too.”
“I’m gonna go do something … else.”
“These are your grandbabies, too.”
His eyes narrow. “Dude, you’re taking this a little too seriously.”
Jared smirks. “You know we’re keeping them.”
With a roll of his eyes, Jensen yanks his hand back and stalks to his room.
Bonus Artz!
karabou!!860 words
Jared had been raving all week long about the weather finally coming to terms with the fact that it was September. He planned on taking advantage of the clear skies and easy breezes to take the dogs to the nearby doggie park. And he couldn’t stop taunting Jensen for it because the guy had to run off to New York City, where there were thunderstorms and some of those always awkward interviews he loathed doing. Jared’d been tormenting Jensen all week long and even through most of the weekend with taunting texts and mocking laughter.
So when Jensen returns home Sunday afternoon and finds Jared on the couch with a beer is his hand that isn’t going anywhere, he’s confused. “What’s with you?”
“Nothin’,” he mumbles and attempts to take a sip from his bottle, but it only nakes it halfway. Then settles back in his lap.
Jensen’s eyebrow rises and he rolls his eyes as he heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He calls to Jared, “Where’re the dogs at?”
Jared doesn’t answer. He just keeps staring at the screen. But he is finally drinking his beer, and it’s pretty fast.
He leans against the doorway between the kitchen and living room. “Hey, dumbass. Where are the dogs?”
“In their room,” he mumbles back.
Jensen smirks and taunts, “Why? I thought this was the big Doggie Day, huh?”
“They’re grounded.”
“Grounded?”
“Mhhm,” Jared sounds through another healthy gulp of beer.
“What’d they do?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Alright,” Jensen sighs leaving the room. He makes his own visit to the dogs, who are stuck in the room just next to Jared’s. It isn’t all too surprising because Jared usually puts them up there when there’s a lot going on in the house, plus their beds are in there. But the shock is in finding the whole room bare of their toys. The beds are pretty stripped down, too, and they look miserable. “Hey guys,” Jensen coos as he settles closer, rubbing heads and realizing how much attention they’re starved for. He lavishes them with hugs and rubs until he’s had enough, and goes on back to the living room.
Jared grumbles, “You were supposed to leave them alone.”
“What?”
“They’re grounded. They don’t get visitors.”
He calls out to Jared while grabbing another bottle of water. “What did they do?” He settles back in the doorway and waits for Jared to answer. Which he doesn’t. In between sips, Jensen says, “I saw the room, dude. This is pretty far outta your range.”
Jared takes another health sip and finally mutters, “Sadie’s pregnant.”
Spit take. All over Jared, hitting the whole side of his face and leaking down his neck, wetting the shoulder and collar of his tee shirt.
He’s quiet for a few moments. He doesn’t even look away from the TV when he says flatly, “Okay, while that was a perfectly appropriate response, could you get me a towel?”
Jensen returns with a dishtowel and asks carefully, “So, from the doggie park?”
While Jared rubs down his face and neck, he grumbles, “No. I haven’t taken them there in a few weeks, ‘cause of the rains.”
“So then … ” And here, Jared levels a flat glare that borders on pissed off. Jensen gets it. “Wow,” he says with wonder and a smirk. “That little devil.” Jared turns back to the TV and is back to looking depressed and about two beers away from drowning himself in misery. “So, you’re punishing them both because your boy has swimmers?”
Jared turns in the couch and finally looks a little more like himself, his face becoming animated and the voice going higher. “Yeah, see, that’s what I did at first. But then when you think about … Sadie. Sadie is ruined now. She let him, ya know?”
Jensen laughs. “So, you lock them both up because you can’t decide which you’re mad at more? Harley for underage sex or Sadie for going on her back?”
He’s shaking his head and looking back at the TV, but seconds later, he’s laughing, too.
“You’re gonna be a grandpa,” Jensen teases.
*
Five weeks later, Jared hovers over Sadie and smiles as Harley crouches nearby and whines, not letting up until it’s all done and Sadie is more relaxed. Jared strokes her coat, murmuring, “You did so good, babygirl. I’m so proud of you.”
Jensen watches it all from a few feet away as he kneels over the box of slimy, tiny, wiggling puppies. “Jared.”
He keeps going, ignoring Jensen. “Such a big girl,” he coos. “You’re a mama now. Five tiny, widdle pups for you.”
“Dude.”
“Making me a proud grandpa. Such a happy little family.”
Jensen clears his throat and stands. “Alright, you can do this on your own now, right?”
As Jensen passes, Jared grabs at his wrist. “Hey, you’re part of this, too.”
“I’m gonna go do something … else.”
“These are your grandbabies, too.”
His eyes narrow. “Dude, you’re taking this a little too seriously.”
Jared smirks. “You know we’re keeping them.”
With a roll of his eyes, Jensen yanks his hand back and stalks to his room.
Bonus Artz!
