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dugindeepYes, I'm aware how hypocritical I am because I HATE WIPs buuuuut ... this has been sitting in my head for the last week, and I don't have time to finish it right now, but I wanted to post the first part. 1,800 words that takes place at least a few years in the future of the baby animals verse :-D
Imagine J2 is back in LA or something wit SPN behind them, and they're out and accepted as such. I couldn't figure out how to get that into the narration, so just assume you know it's truefax. Part Two will come tomorrow night or so. (also, it's a rought edit and maybe not as happy-go-lucky as the others, but it'll get there, promise)
There’s a lot that Jensen’s had to deal with since living with Jared. The least of which, truth be told, is his gas and penchant for eating Harley’s weight in food, which calls for excessive grocery shopping. He could handle those things because they’re guys and it happens (though the regularity with which Jared does it is quite troubling. Then there’s the whole thing with Jared’s insistence to extend their family to include any animal they pass in their lives, and Jensen is constantly worried that he’ll walk in with a zebra or dolphin. Now that they are, like, together, he has to deal with the suffocating heat of cuddling with the guy. But really, at the moment, Jensen is fighting so adamantly to just smack Jared upside the head and hope it’s hard enough for a concussion. Because he cannot deal.
“C’mon, Jen,” he nearly whines.
“You are clearly insane,” Jensen replies with an angry gruff to his voice as he continues flipping through his Brookstone catalog. Ohh, anti-snore pillow he peps up with the thought. Perfect for Jared.
“We could do it. And think about the humanitarian aspects of it all.”
Jensen flashes a look over his shoulder to Jared, who is perched on the counter, peeling an orange and just shucking the pieces into the sink. “Dude.”
“What?”
“There’s a garbage fucking under the sink. C’mon.”
Jared makes a face and defends, “I’m gonna toss it when I'm done.”
He marches over, yanking the can from the cabinet and drops it to the floor between Jared’s legs. He gives a stern face and points right into it then goes back to the island to flip, noisily, through the catalog.
“OCD,” Jared sing-songed.
And okay, Jensen has ideas on how things should run in the house, and he’s found himself further invested since that day they kissed out on the grass and then fucked like rabbits (Jesus, he thinks, that just has the worst connotation now that they have Ginny). And he knows that it’s really not that big of a deal because Jared will take care of it (even if it takes a few hours). But right here, right now, he’s so incredibly annoyed by Jared and his wild ideas, that he’s focusing on anything else just so they don’t have to have the conversation.
“You know, you say yes, and we’d have, like, a servant to take care of my orange peels.”
“You know,” Jensen starts sarcastically. “You could just do it yourself.” Ohh he sighs happily at the i-need Neck and Shoulder Massager. He fucking needs one right now.
“Jensen, c’mon,” Jared says. And Jensen’s alarmed at the seriousness below the soft way the words hit him. “Can we just … ?”
Jensen stares at the page he’s on. It’s advertising various digital photo frames, each one showing off a happily smiling family – wife, husband, three darling children, all smiles, each one of them. His stomach clenches just before his heart taps a quick beat. “I think I hear my phone,” he mumbles and leaves the room.
*
Jared lets the conversation drop for a few days and Jensen’s entirely too thankful. They take the dogs for a walk and when Jared spots a puppy, he laments over Harley and Sadie’s babies that Jared’d actually agreed to find homes for. “Aww, she looks just like Janis.”
Jensen smirks, because the puppy certainly doesn’t, but Jared’s not above loose comparisons. And there’s a sweetness in his voice that overrules any bit of sadness at only having four animals in the house instead of nine. He slips his hand into Jared’s and Jared squeezes right back. “Think you need glasses.”
“Yeah, then maybe you’ll look good to me.”
“Ouch,” Jensen chuckles.
Jared laughs with a big grin and leans over to kiss Jensen. He does that a lot. Jensen likes it a lot. When he pulls back, his eyes soften and his mouth twists, but he doesn’t say anything.
They keep walking, quiet, and Jensen thinks happily. There’s an odd grunt beside him and he sees Jared dipping his head down and watching his feet move across the sidewalk. When he looks up, he watches Harley ahead of him with a strange twist to his face. Jensen bumps his elbow before even considering what’s wrong.
He looks over and goes for a smile but it’s a bit too small for this day that started with bright sunshine, lazy kissing, and an even lazier, easy walk. “Can we just talk about it?”
Jensen sighs unhappily and swings his head away. “Man.”
“No, come on,” Jared insists with emotion in his voice. He stops and tugs on Jensen’s hand so they face each other. “It’s been a long time.”
He chuckles awkwardly. “Well, now it sounds like a prison sentence.”
Jared just stares.
Jensen sighs, looking around them and is amazed that Sadie and Harley are seated easily in the grass and not tugging on them, as usual. Maybe they feel how important this really is. Jensen rattles on suddenly, “Look, you think because I don’t wanna talk about it that I don’t wanna be here. I’m not ditching you. I know that’s your problem.”
He pushes at Jensen’s shoulder. “I don’t think you’re gonna ditch me, you asshole.”
Jensen’s shoulders push up in a shrug and they stay high. “Then what’s your problem?”
“I just want to discuss it. The possibility.”
His head tips back on another sigh. Jensen thinks about all the things he’s let pass in their relationship, but then he gets a tiny smile with the crazy memories of Jared playing nurse to the deer, or how pitiful he was when Sadie was pregnant. They’re the most ridiculous things he’s ever experienced and he can’t believe Jared’s taking it one step further. Jensen scratches the back of his head. “Possibility? Yeah, in the future. Maybe. Sometime,” he manages, rather pathetically. He’s not proud of himself.
Jared stares with pursed lips and Jensen knows he’s pissed at that response. But he can’t take it back so he just stares back. Jared looks to the dogs and shakes his head. “You think the dogs’ll trample it, don’t you?” he lamely jokes. “Like they’ll eat it? So stupid, Jensen.”
Jensen pushes his hands out and is oddly reminded that they’ve been holding hands this whole time, and it warms his stomach for a quick second. He waves them around as he talks, but won’t let go. “That’s not even it, okay? Our lives are crazy enough as it is and you want add one more to the house? Who the hell’s gonna be around to take care of it? You? You barely manage the animals on your own.”
Nodding his head, Jared purses his lips again. “Right, so you think I’m not responsible enough?”
“Not what I’m saying,” he says level. He is proud of himself for that.
“But you’re not saying anything about it. That’s what’s pissing me off,” Jared shoots back, growing loud and angry. “If you don’t want to, then just fucking say it.”
It’s contagious because Jensen nearly booms, “This isn’t some fucking pet. It’s a kid, Jared!”
And there it is, and Jensen’s amazed he’s even said it because he’d successfully avoided it since the first time Jared brought it up.
Jared seethes. “What is it? Why don’t you want one?”
“It’s not that,” he complains. Because it really isn’t. But he’s not exactly willing to admit what it is, even to himself.
“What then? Got issue with it because you can’t have one?”
Jensen shoots back, “I could have one, alright?”
There’s a high pitched laugh and then Jared breaks bitterly, “Really? Last I checked you liked dick.”
It’s making him uncomfortable, and it’s pretty obvious, but he doesn’t back down. “I’m just saying, there’s a possibility out there.”
“Got a vagina on loan I don’t know about?”
“Jared,” he huffs. Then he takes a deep breath and looks around them. “Just … no. I’m not like holding out for that. I’m just saying … it’s not that I couldn’t if I didn’t want to.” Jared shrugs with a pissy expression and Jensen nearly yells, “I don’t have shitty swimmers, alright? Don’t insult my guys.”
There’s more high laughter and Jared just shakes his head. “You’re a fucking piece of work. You that worried about your semen, maybe you should stop wasting your loads on me.”
“Jared? Fuck,” Jensen mutters and can’t even look at him.
Jared just shakes his head and they go on in silence.
Jensen sleeps on the couch that night, of his own accord, just because he doesn’t want to see the disappointment in Jared’s eyes.
*
The next afternoon, Jared strolls into the kitchen and seems pretty happy, all things considered. Jensen tries a “Mornin’” around his munches of cereal, but a stream of milk leaks down his chin. He slurps as he tries to stop any more from coming down. Jared quickly reaches and swipes it off with a tiny smile. “Hey,” Jensen says after he’s swallowed the food he was chewing.
Jared leans on the counter, peeling a banana. “So, I asked Colin to visit for the weekend.”
Jensen watches Jared’s hand as it pinches the banana peel and reaches near the sink, but then he moves back, opening the cabinet and tossing it into the garbage can. Jensen smirks.
“That okay?” Jared asks easily.
He frowns a little. “Colin?”
“Yeah. Though it’d be cool to have him over for a day or so. Just hang out, play some Xbox?”
Jensen leans forward in the stool, pressing his forearms into the island. “Colin who?”
He chews large around his banana and mumbles, “Little Sam.”
There’s a few seconds thought then Jensen looks even more confused. “You still callin’ him that?”
Jared shrugs with a smirk.
Jensen scratches the back of his head and asks oddly, “You invited Colin over?”
“Yeah,” he sounds out over another chew of banana.
“Sure his mom doesn’t think we’re a bunch of creepers?”
“Dude, she loves me.”
“Don’t know why,” Jensen replies with a flipped eyebrow as he gets up and puts his bowl in the sink. He stops and looks up on Jared, and the guy looks so settled and normal, like there was no issue stewing between them. Jensen likes that look, so he runs a hand at the hem of Jared’s tee then tugs him close for a kiss. Jared smells and tastes of the fruit, and it’s pretty nice. “You really invited him over?”
“Yeah,” Jared shrugs easily. Then he tacks on. “You know the kid’s never had a Twinkie. That’s just messed up.”
Jensen laughs. “Yeah, you better remedy that situation real quick.”
“Fully my intention.”
Imagine J2 is back in LA or something wit SPN behind them, and they're out and accepted as such. I couldn't figure out how to get that into the narration, so just assume you know it's truefax. Part Two will come tomorrow night or so. (also, it's a rought edit and maybe not as happy-go-lucky as the others, but it'll get there, promise)
There’s a lot that Jensen’s had to deal with since living with Jared. The least of which, truth be told, is his gas and penchant for eating Harley’s weight in food, which calls for excessive grocery shopping. He could handle those things because they’re guys and it happens (though the regularity with which Jared does it is quite troubling. Then there’s the whole thing with Jared’s insistence to extend their family to include any animal they pass in their lives, and Jensen is constantly worried that he’ll walk in with a zebra or dolphin. Now that they are, like, together, he has to deal with the suffocating heat of cuddling with the guy. But really, at the moment, Jensen is fighting so adamantly to just smack Jared upside the head and hope it’s hard enough for a concussion. Because he cannot deal.
“C’mon, Jen,” he nearly whines.
“You are clearly insane,” Jensen replies with an angry gruff to his voice as he continues flipping through his Brookstone catalog. Ohh, anti-snore pillow he peps up with the thought. Perfect for Jared.
“We could do it. And think about the humanitarian aspects of it all.”
Jensen flashes a look over his shoulder to Jared, who is perched on the counter, peeling an orange and just shucking the pieces into the sink. “Dude.”
“What?”
“There’s a garbage fucking under the sink. C’mon.”
Jared makes a face and defends, “I’m gonna toss it when I'm done.”
He marches over, yanking the can from the cabinet and drops it to the floor between Jared’s legs. He gives a stern face and points right into it then goes back to the island to flip, noisily, through the catalog.
“OCD,” Jared sing-songed.
And okay, Jensen has ideas on how things should run in the house, and he’s found himself further invested since that day they kissed out on the grass and then fucked like rabbits (Jesus, he thinks, that just has the worst connotation now that they have Ginny). And he knows that it’s really not that big of a deal because Jared will take care of it (even if it takes a few hours). But right here, right now, he’s so incredibly annoyed by Jared and his wild ideas, that he’s focusing on anything else just so they don’t have to have the conversation.
“You know, you say yes, and we’d have, like, a servant to take care of my orange peels.”
“You know,” Jensen starts sarcastically. “You could just do it yourself.” Ohh he sighs happily at the i-need Neck and Shoulder Massager. He fucking needs one right now.
“Jensen, c’mon,” Jared says. And Jensen’s alarmed at the seriousness below the soft way the words hit him. “Can we just … ?”
Jensen stares at the page he’s on. It’s advertising various digital photo frames, each one showing off a happily smiling family – wife, husband, three darling children, all smiles, each one of them. His stomach clenches just before his heart taps a quick beat. “I think I hear my phone,” he mumbles and leaves the room.
*
Jared lets the conversation drop for a few days and Jensen’s entirely too thankful. They take the dogs for a walk and when Jared spots a puppy, he laments over Harley and Sadie’s babies that Jared’d actually agreed to find homes for. “Aww, she looks just like Janis.”
Jensen smirks, because the puppy certainly doesn’t, but Jared’s not above loose comparisons. And there’s a sweetness in his voice that overrules any bit of sadness at only having four animals in the house instead of nine. He slips his hand into Jared’s and Jared squeezes right back. “Think you need glasses.”
“Yeah, then maybe you’ll look good to me.”
“Ouch,” Jensen chuckles.
Jared laughs with a big grin and leans over to kiss Jensen. He does that a lot. Jensen likes it a lot. When he pulls back, his eyes soften and his mouth twists, but he doesn’t say anything.
They keep walking, quiet, and Jensen thinks happily. There’s an odd grunt beside him and he sees Jared dipping his head down and watching his feet move across the sidewalk. When he looks up, he watches Harley ahead of him with a strange twist to his face. Jensen bumps his elbow before even considering what’s wrong.
He looks over and goes for a smile but it’s a bit too small for this day that started with bright sunshine, lazy kissing, and an even lazier, easy walk. “Can we just talk about it?”
Jensen sighs unhappily and swings his head away. “Man.”
“No, come on,” Jared insists with emotion in his voice. He stops and tugs on Jensen’s hand so they face each other. “It’s been a long time.”
He chuckles awkwardly. “Well, now it sounds like a prison sentence.”
Jared just stares.
Jensen sighs, looking around them and is amazed that Sadie and Harley are seated easily in the grass and not tugging on them, as usual. Maybe they feel how important this really is. Jensen rattles on suddenly, “Look, you think because I don’t wanna talk about it that I don’t wanna be here. I’m not ditching you. I know that’s your problem.”
He pushes at Jensen’s shoulder. “I don’t think you’re gonna ditch me, you asshole.”
Jensen’s shoulders push up in a shrug and they stay high. “Then what’s your problem?”
“I just want to discuss it. The possibility.”
His head tips back on another sigh. Jensen thinks about all the things he’s let pass in their relationship, but then he gets a tiny smile with the crazy memories of Jared playing nurse to the deer, or how pitiful he was when Sadie was pregnant. They’re the most ridiculous things he’s ever experienced and he can’t believe Jared’s taking it one step further. Jensen scratches the back of his head. “Possibility? Yeah, in the future. Maybe. Sometime,” he manages, rather pathetically. He’s not proud of himself.
Jared stares with pursed lips and Jensen knows he’s pissed at that response. But he can’t take it back so he just stares back. Jared looks to the dogs and shakes his head. “You think the dogs’ll trample it, don’t you?” he lamely jokes. “Like they’ll eat it? So stupid, Jensen.”
Jensen pushes his hands out and is oddly reminded that they’ve been holding hands this whole time, and it warms his stomach for a quick second. He waves them around as he talks, but won’t let go. “That’s not even it, okay? Our lives are crazy enough as it is and you want add one more to the house? Who the hell’s gonna be around to take care of it? You? You barely manage the animals on your own.”
Nodding his head, Jared purses his lips again. “Right, so you think I’m not responsible enough?”
“Not what I’m saying,” he says level. He is proud of himself for that.
“But you’re not saying anything about it. That’s what’s pissing me off,” Jared shoots back, growing loud and angry. “If you don’t want to, then just fucking say it.”
It’s contagious because Jensen nearly booms, “This isn’t some fucking pet. It’s a kid, Jared!”
And there it is, and Jensen’s amazed he’s even said it because he’d successfully avoided it since the first time Jared brought it up.
Jared seethes. “What is it? Why don’t you want one?”
“It’s not that,” he complains. Because it really isn’t. But he’s not exactly willing to admit what it is, even to himself.
“What then? Got issue with it because you can’t have one?”
Jensen shoots back, “I could have one, alright?”
There’s a high pitched laugh and then Jared breaks bitterly, “Really? Last I checked you liked dick.”
It’s making him uncomfortable, and it’s pretty obvious, but he doesn’t back down. “I’m just saying, there’s a possibility out there.”
“Got a vagina on loan I don’t know about?”
“Jared,” he huffs. Then he takes a deep breath and looks around them. “Just … no. I’m not like holding out for that. I’m just saying … it’s not that I couldn’t if I didn’t want to.” Jared shrugs with a pissy expression and Jensen nearly yells, “I don’t have shitty swimmers, alright? Don’t insult my guys.”
There’s more high laughter and Jared just shakes his head. “You’re a fucking piece of work. You that worried about your semen, maybe you should stop wasting your loads on me.”
“Jared? Fuck,” Jensen mutters and can’t even look at him.
Jared just shakes his head and they go on in silence.
Jensen sleeps on the couch that night, of his own accord, just because he doesn’t want to see the disappointment in Jared’s eyes.
*
The next afternoon, Jared strolls into the kitchen and seems pretty happy, all things considered. Jensen tries a “Mornin’” around his munches of cereal, but a stream of milk leaks down his chin. He slurps as he tries to stop any more from coming down. Jared quickly reaches and swipes it off with a tiny smile. “Hey,” Jensen says after he’s swallowed the food he was chewing.
Jared leans on the counter, peeling a banana. “So, I asked Colin to visit for the weekend.”
Jensen watches Jared’s hand as it pinches the banana peel and reaches near the sink, but then he moves back, opening the cabinet and tossing it into the garbage can. Jensen smirks.
“That okay?” Jared asks easily.
He frowns a little. “Colin?”
“Yeah. Though it’d be cool to have him over for a day or so. Just hang out, play some Xbox?”
Jensen leans forward in the stool, pressing his forearms into the island. “Colin who?”
He chews large around his banana and mumbles, “Little Sam.”
There’s a few seconds thought then Jensen looks even more confused. “You still callin’ him that?”
Jared shrugs with a smirk.
Jensen scratches the back of his head and asks oddly, “You invited Colin over?”
“Yeah,” he sounds out over another chew of banana.
“Sure his mom doesn’t think we’re a bunch of creepers?”
“Dude, she loves me.”
“Don’t know why,” Jensen replies with a flipped eyebrow as he gets up and puts his bowl in the sink. He stops and looks up on Jared, and the guy looks so settled and normal, like there was no issue stewing between them. Jensen likes that look, so he runs a hand at the hem of Jared’s tee then tugs him close for a kiss. Jared smells and tastes of the fruit, and it’s pretty nice. “You really invited him over?”
“Yeah,” Jared shrugs easily. Then he tacks on. “You know the kid’s never had a Twinkie. That’s just messed up.”
Jensen laughs. “Yeah, you better remedy that situation real quick.”
“Fully my intention.”
