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sequinedfairy, who wanted a timestamp for The Cabaret Was Empty Now. I think, when she requested this, I had a clear plan for what I wanted to do, but then I kind of--forgot. And we ended up with this. I hope it's enjoyable!
It's ten minutes before last call when the girls from the corner booth finally manage to come up and ask for an autograph. He could tell they were fans the minute they walked in--he pretty much always can spot them now, something about the way they walk, to say nothing of the furtive looks, the giggles, the subtle whispering. When Jensen is around, it's more pronounced--Jared is pretty sure half his business the first month came from girls who were hoping him and Jensen making out was vital to the saloon's functioning.
Which, Jared has to admit, it kind of is. Just not during business hours.
"Um, hi," says one of the girls, pushing some strands of hair behind her ear. She's probably twenty-two or so, cute with a nervous smile. Jared gives her a gentle smile back.
"Want one for the road?"
"Um, no, we were just wondering if we could, um, maybe get an autograph?"
"Yeah, sure, did you have anything you wanted me to sign?"
They pull out pictures--Gilmore Girls, not Supernatural--and he chats with them as he signs.
"Gilmore Girls fans, huh?"
"Yeah," says the second girl. "But we liked Supernatural too. And all your other stuff."
The first girl nods. "Just Dean Forester is the Dean of our hearts." She blushes right after she says it, but Jared just laughs.
There's another laugh from behind them, and Jared jerks his head up to see Jensen, apparently back from filming early. His heart lodges itself in his throat--it's always really hard to not just jump on Jensen the second he sees him, regardless of where they are or how appropriate it would be.
"Dean of my heart too," says Jensen, giving Jared a smirk, and Jared shakes his head.
"Thought you weren't coming in until tomorrow," he says.
The girls look like they're about to die of happiness, but Jared can't even really think about them, not with Jensen back. Not with Jensen close enough to touch.
Jensen shrugs, awkwardly happy. He's got a duffel bag on his shoulder, an unfortunate reminder that he's not here to stay, but he's here, and that's more than enough for now. "Wrapped early, changed my flight." He navigates past the girls and gets behind the bar, grabbing gin and a jigger.
"You bring me anything?"
"A pony. It's in the back."
"Aww, you're the best." He turns back to the girls, who are dumbstruck. Jared thinks that, no matter how many times people see Jensen on TV, it doesn't actually prepare them for the reality of him--how attractive he is, how solid. Jared thinks he looks as good as he ever does on camera, but that something about television diminishes Jensen.
Or maybe he's just always thought Jensen deserves more fame than he's got.
"You want another autograph?" he asks. He jerks his head. "This guy's still making movies and everything."
"Captain America," says one of the girls shyly, "right?"
Jensen smiles at her, all encouragement. He's come a long way. "Yeah," he says. "We're gettin' close to done. Just figured I'd stop by, see how the place is doing." He taps his finger against the Gilmore Girls picture. "Want me to just sign that?"
The girls nod, and it's all autographs and small talk for a little while. Jared rests his hand on Jensen's back, just for a second, and feels the warmth there.
"All right guys, gotta close up for the night."
"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here," Jensen adds.
"Dude, you gotta stop doing that," says Jared. "This saloon gets lamer every time you come here."
"Whatever, you're way too nice to kick anyone out. You're lucky I'm here."
Jared snorts, but as soon as they're gone, he crowds Jensen up against the bar and kisses him.
"Hey," Jensen says, laughing. "We've got a place."
We've got a place, Jared thinks, like they've carved out their own little nook, just for them. Like they belong together.
Jared's a romantic, always has been.
"So you coming home?" he asks.
"Yeah," Jensen agrees. "Coming home."
*
Jensen's been filming a lot--he gets away for weekends when he can, but he's not ready to give up his career yet. Jared's not sure he's ready himself--he wants to say he never sat down and decided not to act anymore, but he did buy a saloon. He just figured, maybe someday he'd go back.
"I don't miss it," Jared says quietly.
Jensen makes a noise, kind of an mmm, like he's agreeing, and Jared just looks down at his bare back, the smooth skin, the rise of his shoulder blades.
Jared settles back in the bed. He thinks--he liked acting.
But he's happy now, an almost painful ache in his chest that doesn't go away.
*
Jensen is in his boxers in the kitchen looking for food when Jared wakes up. He barely even glances over when Jared pads in, just keeps going through the fridge.
"You been eating right?" he asks, pulling out a carton of orange juice. "Isn't much food here."
"I'm thinking of bulking down," says Jared. "I got kind of--big."
"That's what she said," Jensen says absently, and then wrinkles his nose. "I didn't mean to go there."
"That was pretty lame," Jared agrees.
"So you don't want to be the Hulk anymore?"
"Much as I like acting with you, I think they like Ed Norton," says Jared. "And--I'm done acting, I think."
Jensen glances at him, totally placid. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not really that surprised. I mean--you seem happy with this."
"Not just this."
Jensen smirks. "Right. My love has revolutionized your world."
"Oh, fuck you," says Jared. "I like this."
"You know I'm not--" he closes the fridge and leans against it, looking steadily at Jared. "I like this too, but I'm not--"
"Giving it up," Jared supplies. "I know. I don't really expect you to." He smirks. "You're Captain America."
Jensen snorts. "Oh shut up."
"Just promise you won't leave me for Ed Norton--"
"Jared."
"Or Robert Downey Junior--"
"Jared."
"Cuz Chad told me there's, like, some alternate universe where Iron Man is a chick and marries Captain America, and hot as that would be--"
"Jared."
Jared smirks. "He is pretty sexy, I wouldn't blame you."
Jensen leans up and kisses him. "I'm yours, dumbass."
"Yeah," says Jared. "So, we're good?"
"You still need food," says Jensen.
"I need to go shopping," says Jared. "Sue me. You didn't tell me you were coming."
"I'm so sorry. I'm such a jerk for wanting to surprise you."
"You can make it up to me, come to the store."
"I have people who do that," says Jensen. "I'm kind of a big deal."
"I am your people," Jared points out. "Come on."
*
Jared sometimes thinks about what it would be like to have another life. That was the appeal of being an actor--stepping into someone else's skin, being another person.
He wonders how it would be to be anonymous, now. What it would be like if he wasn't thinking that the Captain America people might not like them being so domestic. If they could just be two guys in love stocking their kitchen.
"I think you need lard," says Jensen.
"I'm having serious thought here," says Jensen.
"And twinkies. Maybe you could wrap the twinkies in lard."
"This is you telling me you don't want me to slim down, huh?"
"Nah, your forehead just looks really freaky when you think," says Jensen. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, just--"
He just thought it was all supposed to be easy, once you found the person you loved, and the thing you wanted to do for the rest of your life.
"Yeah," he says again.
*
"You really sure you're okay?" asks Jensen, when they put their stuff away.
"I'm really happy you're here," says Jared instantly.
"Clearly, but that doesn't actually answer my question."
"I just--" he shrugs. "What do we do?"
Jensen snorts. "Well, let's see. I come here when I have breaks. We have phone sex all the time. You come with me to all my premieres. I dance on your bar for theme nights, because God knows I'm just that whipped. My publicist sucks it up. Maybe we get married someday. So, you know. Happily ever after."
Jared laughs. "That simple, huh?"
"That simple." Jensen laces their fingers together, tugs him in close. "Unless you have a better idea."
"Well," says Jared, smirking and brushing his lips against Jensen's, "just so you know, tonight is Western Drag Friday."
"Why do you have a Western Drag Friday?" asks Jensen.
"So people can dress in western drag," says Jared. "Duh."
"Obviously." Jensen sighs. "This better not get on YouTube."
"This will absolutely get on YouTube."
"I guess I can live with that."
"I guess you're gonna have to."
Jensen sighs again, but he can't keep a smile off his face. "I'll go find my garter."
help_haiti fic for sequinedfairy, who wanted a timestamp for The Cabaret Was Empty Now. I think, when she requested this, I had a clear plan for what I wanted to do, but then I kind of--forgot. And we ended up with this. I hope it's enjoyable!It's ten minutes before last call when the girls from the corner booth finally manage to come up and ask for an autograph. He could tell they were fans the minute they walked in--he pretty much always can spot them now, something about the way they walk, to say nothing of the furtive looks, the giggles, the subtle whispering. When Jensen is around, it's more pronounced--Jared is pretty sure half his business the first month came from girls who were hoping him and Jensen making out was vital to the saloon's functioning.
Which, Jared has to admit, it kind of is. Just not during business hours.
"Um, hi," says one of the girls, pushing some strands of hair behind her ear. She's probably twenty-two or so, cute with a nervous smile. Jared gives her a gentle smile back.
"Want one for the road?"
"Um, no, we were just wondering if we could, um, maybe get an autograph?"
"Yeah, sure, did you have anything you wanted me to sign?"
They pull out pictures--Gilmore Girls, not Supernatural--and he chats with them as he signs.
"Gilmore Girls fans, huh?"
"Yeah," says the second girl. "But we liked Supernatural too. And all your other stuff."
The first girl nods. "Just Dean Forester is the Dean of our hearts." She blushes right after she says it, but Jared just laughs.
There's another laugh from behind them, and Jared jerks his head up to see Jensen, apparently back from filming early. His heart lodges itself in his throat--it's always really hard to not just jump on Jensen the second he sees him, regardless of where they are or how appropriate it would be.
"Dean of my heart too," says Jensen, giving Jared a smirk, and Jared shakes his head.
"Thought you weren't coming in until tomorrow," he says.
The girls look like they're about to die of happiness, but Jared can't even really think about them, not with Jensen back. Not with Jensen close enough to touch.
Jensen shrugs, awkwardly happy. He's got a duffel bag on his shoulder, an unfortunate reminder that he's not here to stay, but he's here, and that's more than enough for now. "Wrapped early, changed my flight." He navigates past the girls and gets behind the bar, grabbing gin and a jigger.
"You bring me anything?"
"A pony. It's in the back."
"Aww, you're the best." He turns back to the girls, who are dumbstruck. Jared thinks that, no matter how many times people see Jensen on TV, it doesn't actually prepare them for the reality of him--how attractive he is, how solid. Jared thinks he looks as good as he ever does on camera, but that something about television diminishes Jensen.
Or maybe he's just always thought Jensen deserves more fame than he's got.
"You want another autograph?" he asks. He jerks his head. "This guy's still making movies and everything."
"Captain America," says one of the girls shyly, "right?"
Jensen smiles at her, all encouragement. He's come a long way. "Yeah," he says. "We're gettin' close to done. Just figured I'd stop by, see how the place is doing." He taps his finger against the Gilmore Girls picture. "Want me to just sign that?"
The girls nod, and it's all autographs and small talk for a little while. Jared rests his hand on Jensen's back, just for a second, and feels the warmth there.
"All right guys, gotta close up for the night."
"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here," Jensen adds.
"Dude, you gotta stop doing that," says Jared. "This saloon gets lamer every time you come here."
"Whatever, you're way too nice to kick anyone out. You're lucky I'm here."
Jared snorts, but as soon as they're gone, he crowds Jensen up against the bar and kisses him.
"Hey," Jensen says, laughing. "We've got a place."
We've got a place, Jared thinks, like they've carved out their own little nook, just for them. Like they belong together.
Jared's a romantic, always has been.
"So you coming home?" he asks.
"Yeah," Jensen agrees. "Coming home."
*
Jensen's been filming a lot--he gets away for weekends when he can, but he's not ready to give up his career yet. Jared's not sure he's ready himself--he wants to say he never sat down and decided not to act anymore, but he did buy a saloon. He just figured, maybe someday he'd go back.
"I don't miss it," Jared says quietly.
Jensen makes a noise, kind of an mmm, like he's agreeing, and Jared just looks down at his bare back, the smooth skin, the rise of his shoulder blades.
Jared settles back in the bed. He thinks--he liked acting.
But he's happy now, an almost painful ache in his chest that doesn't go away.
*
Jensen is in his boxers in the kitchen looking for food when Jared wakes up. He barely even glances over when Jared pads in, just keeps going through the fridge.
"You been eating right?" he asks, pulling out a carton of orange juice. "Isn't much food here."
"I'm thinking of bulking down," says Jared. "I got kind of--big."
"That's what she said," Jensen says absently, and then wrinkles his nose. "I didn't mean to go there."
"That was pretty lame," Jared agrees.
"So you don't want to be the Hulk anymore?"
"Much as I like acting with you, I think they like Ed Norton," says Jared. "And--I'm done acting, I think."
Jensen glances at him, totally placid. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not really that surprised. I mean--you seem happy with this."
"Not just this."
Jensen smirks. "Right. My love has revolutionized your world."
"Oh, fuck you," says Jared. "I like this."
"You know I'm not--" he closes the fridge and leans against it, looking steadily at Jared. "I like this too, but I'm not--"
"Giving it up," Jared supplies. "I know. I don't really expect you to." He smirks. "You're Captain America."
Jensen snorts. "Oh shut up."
"Just promise you won't leave me for Ed Norton--"
"Jared."
"Or Robert Downey Junior--"
"Jared."
"Cuz Chad told me there's, like, some alternate universe where Iron Man is a chick and marries Captain America, and hot as that would be--"
"Jared."
Jared smirks. "He is pretty sexy, I wouldn't blame you."
Jensen leans up and kisses him. "I'm yours, dumbass."
"Yeah," says Jared. "So, we're good?"
"You still need food," says Jensen.
"I need to go shopping," says Jared. "Sue me. You didn't tell me you were coming."
"I'm so sorry. I'm such a jerk for wanting to surprise you."
"You can make it up to me, come to the store."
"I have people who do that," says Jensen. "I'm kind of a big deal."
"I am your people," Jared points out. "Come on."
*
Jared sometimes thinks about what it would be like to have another life. That was the appeal of being an actor--stepping into someone else's skin, being another person.
He wonders how it would be to be anonymous, now. What it would be like if he wasn't thinking that the Captain America people might not like them being so domestic. If they could just be two guys in love stocking their kitchen.
"I think you need lard," says Jensen.
"I'm having serious thought here," says Jensen.
"And twinkies. Maybe you could wrap the twinkies in lard."
"This is you telling me you don't want me to slim down, huh?"
"Nah, your forehead just looks really freaky when you think," says Jensen. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, just--"
He just thought it was all supposed to be easy, once you found the person you loved, and the thing you wanted to do for the rest of your life.
"Yeah," he says again.
*
"You really sure you're okay?" asks Jensen, when they put their stuff away.
"I'm really happy you're here," says Jared instantly.
"Clearly, but that doesn't actually answer my question."
"I just--" he shrugs. "What do we do?"
Jensen snorts. "Well, let's see. I come here when I have breaks. We have phone sex all the time. You come with me to all my premieres. I dance on your bar for theme nights, because God knows I'm just that whipped. My publicist sucks it up. Maybe we get married someday. So, you know. Happily ever after."
Jared laughs. "That simple, huh?"
"That simple." Jensen laces their fingers together, tugs him in close. "Unless you have a better idea."
"Well," says Jared, smirking and brushing his lips against Jensen's, "just so you know, tonight is Western Drag Friday."
"Why do you have a Western Drag Friday?" asks Jensen.
"So people can dress in western drag," says Jared. "Duh."
"Obviously." Jensen sighs. "This better not get on YouTube."
"This will absolutely get on YouTube."
"I guess I can live with that."
"I guess you're gonna have to."
Jensen sighs again, but he can't keep a smile off his face. "I'll go find my garter."
