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longsufferinglySo ages and ages ago, I wrote this drabble, based on Daddy Long Legs, and the other day I found it again and felt like writing Jensen POV on it. Which I did! And here it is.
...that seemed like more of a story in my head.
Mysterious Benefactor, J2, 2500 words, R. In which Jensen is a spoiled rich kid and Jared is an orphan.
"We have five finalists narrowed down," says John Schneider.
Jensen rolls his eyes. He kind of hates the Ackles Family Scholarship committee. He leans back and drums his pen on his knee, hitting a staccato rhythm.
"Commentary, Mr. Ackles?" asks Schneider. It's supposed to be respectful, but the tone he uses makes it seem more like Jensen is misbehaving in school.
Jensen really wants to fire him sometimes.
"Have you looked at the finalists?" asks Jensen.
"Yes," says Schneider, like this is obvious. "They're all very impressive--"
"Three of them are going to state schools," says Jensen. "They don't even need much money. We could sponsor all five and barely even notice."
"Mr. Ackles," says Schneider, "that's very noble of you, but this is a business, not a charity." He gives Jensen a smile like a shark's mouth. "Now, let's look at Jake Abel's application..."
*
"How creepy would it be to offer to fund four kids in college?" Jensen asks Danneel.
Danneel looks up from her computer. "You know I have a job, right? Assisting you is hard work."
"You're assisting me with not being a creeper," says Jensen. "That's important."
Danneel sighs and twirls her chair around. "So what are you doing exactly?"
"I want to put four kids through college as a fuck-you to John Schneider."
"This is your belated teenage rebellion, isn't it?" Danneel asks, shaking her head. "Weirdo."
"Seriously," says Jensen. "I could send four kids to college with no problem."
"You could," Danneel agrees. "Why do you want to?"
"Because the Ackles scholarship is pretty much a publicity stunt. All those kids deserve it, and they gave it to the one with the sobbiest story."
"Sobbiest isn't a word," says Danneel absently. "Who is it?"
"Maggie Clarkson," says Jensen. "Orphan whose whole family died tragically in a fire and has had to pull herself up by her bootstraps with her little brother."
"Please tell me you're not hating on orphans."
"They were all orphans," says Jensen. "She didn't have the best grades, but she had the most inspiring story."
"So you want to send four orphans to school."
"No fanfare, no publicity," says Jensen. "No one even knows it's me."
Danneel raises her eyebrows. "What are you going to tell them?"
Jensen smirks. "Mysterious benefactor has a nice ring to it."
*
Three of the kids get a letter saying their college education is covered.
One gets one saying he only gets to go if he writes Jensen weekly e-mails.
"What's up with that?" Danneel asks. She was his best friend in college; he hired her because she needed a job and he needed someone who was a fast typer and didn't care about sassing him. It's working out great.
Jensen shrugs. He glances at the name on the file, Jared Padalecki. He's going to Stanford, which is where Jensen and Danneel went, and he's from Texas. He's got this friendly, casual tone to his writing that makes it seem like they're having a conversation, intimate and close.
"He's a funny kid," says Jensen. "Want to see how he does."
"I'm giving him a horrible nickname to call you," says Danneel, flashing him a smile. "Just FYI."
Jensen flips her off.
*
Dear Daddy Bow-Legs,
I don't even know how to start this e-mail. I mean, I guess I do, because I just did, but. Man, this is already going all wrong. Yeah, I know I could just erase this and go back, but I figure it's more genuine if I just pour my thoughts out. You don't mind, right? I mean, if you want me to write every week, you've got to be expecting a lot of random stuff in there.
Anyway, thank you. I don't even have the words for how much this means to me. I won't ever be able to thank you enough for this opportunity, and I hope living vicariously through my e-mails will help.
Is this okay? Summer's pretty boring, I don't have a lot to say. I'm already in California, working at this coffee shop on campus, the Coffee Roast. It's nice in there, and I guess the manager thinks I have potential. I'm gonna do my best to make sure I do something better with my life than just be a barista, though.
Anyway, I guess that's all I've got for this week. I'm going to get better at this, don't worry.
Thanks again. I can't say that enough.
Sincerely,
Jared Padalecki
*
"Daddy Bow-Legs?" asks Jensen. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," Danneel sing-songs.
"You're fired."
"No I'm not."
Jensen sighs. "Fine. But I hate you."
"Yeah, I'm good with that."
*
It isn't long before e-mail day is pretty much the highlight of Jensen's week.
It's not like Jensen has a bad life, but it's not that interesting. Except for Danneel, he doesn't get along that well with any of the rest of the company. He knows he doesn't get a lot of respect, and he can't blame them. His dad was the one who made Ackles Software great, and Jensen doesn't know much about it. He's a decent businessman, but it's not his passion. Plus, Schneider is still pretty much in charge, and Schneider absolutely loathes him. And it's totally mutual.
Of course, it's all poor rich boy shit--he knows his life is great, and he's lucky.
But nothing at work makes him half as happy as hearing from Jared does.
*
"You," Danneel says, "have a crush on the kid."
"I do not," says Jensen. It's been a year, and he still can't help getting a rush of dizzy happiness every time an e-mail from Jared shows up. "I've never even met him."
"It's a weird e-crush," says Danneel. "It doesn't require physical contact."
"It's not," Jensen insists. "He's just--fun."
"And you want to nail him."
"I do not."
"Have you thought about meeting him?" Danneel asks.
Jensen thinks about it pretty much all the time. He daydreams about somehow meeting Jared and getting to just talk to him. Bitch about his day, relax, and--not make out.
Definitely not.
"Yes," Jensen mutters.
Danneel gives him a speculative look. "Come on, we're going."
"Going where?"
"You said he works on campus, right?"
Jensen squeaks. "We're not going to meet him!"
"Yes we are," says Danneel. "This is pathetic. Seriously. We're going to go see him."
"How does that help?" asks Jensen.
"I'm hoping you're going to just fuck him and get him out of your system."
Jensen knows exactly where Jared works, and his hours, and it makes him feel kind of creepy, except it's not like he's a stalker.
He's a mysterious benefactor.
That's definitely better.
The only guy working in the coffee shop when they arrive is the owner, Jeff, whom Jensen remembers from his own time on campus. Jeff gives them a friendly wave, and Jensen feels himself relaxing.
Jared must be in the back, or running late, or totally making up everything about his life.
He can't find himself minding--he's too relieved that he's not going to see Jared.
"Hey, Jeff, I've got the French Roast from the back," he hears, and turns to see--fuck.
The kid is tall and broad, with a big smile and dimples in his cheeks. His hair is flopping in his eyes, and Jensen can see a tag that says JARED in strong block print on his apron.
Jensen hides under the table and watches Jared's legs pass.
Danneel kicks him.
"Great," he hears Jeff saying. "Hey, can you grab some more flour while you're at it? Minka's going to need it later, and it's too high for her to reach."
"Got it, boss," says Jared. His voice isn't exactly how Jensen imagined it, but now that he's heard it, it all comes together.
"He's gone," Danneel says casually, and Jensen comes out from under the table sheepishly.
"I dropped a quarter," Jensen says uselessly.
"Of course you did."
Jensen flees.
*
The thing is, Jensen has always been in a position of power here. Jared doesn't like him. Well, okay, Jared likes him, but just as the money, not as a person. It's a completely unequal relationship, and Jensen doesn't want Jared to like him just because he's the money.
He e-mails Jared back most weeks, gives him information about himself, but he's terrified that Jared just likes him out of obligation.
He's terrified if he told Jared what he really wanted, he'd give it just because he thinks he owes Jensen something.
*
It's Jared's junior year when Jensen finally, finally meets him.
He's kind of drunk, because he fucking hates functions like this. He's happy to donate to the museum, he knows that Mac wants it and his dad won't do it, but the whole party in his honor seems like a little much.
And then he turns around and sees Jared.
He's successfully avoided Jared for two years. Not like it's exactly hard--he's only in California about half the time, and the rest of the time he's in Dallas, and he never has to hang out on Stanford campus--but he thinks about him all the time.
Jared seems taller than last time, stronger, more grown into himself. He's looking uncomfortable too, and Jensen is just drunk enough to forget that this is a terrible, awful idea.
"Hey," he says. "Is that bacon?"
As opening lines go, it's not great, but Jared lights up. "Man, I hope so. I don't know what it is, but for some reason the more expensive food is, the less it looks like food." He offers his plate of hors d'oeurves to Jensen. "Be my guest, I think the waiter went to hook up in the bathroom."
"Thanks," says Jensen. He grabs something he has no interest in and glances at Jared. "So, uh, what's your story?" he asks, and immediately regrets it. It might be even lamer than is that bacon.
"My story?" asks Jared, with an eyebrow raise. Jensen wants to jump him.
"You know," says Jensen. "Where are you from, what do you do, likes, dislikes, whatever."
Jared considers for a minute and then says, "I'm from Texas."
Jensen grins, even though he knows that. "Really? Me too."
Jared grins back. It's kind of unfair. "Small world." He extends his hand. "I'm Jared. Padalecki."
"Jensen. You're a student."
Jared looks surprised. "You're not?"
"I graduated a few years ago."
"Oh. What brings you back?"
Jensen falters. He doesn't really want to cover the whole billionaire thing right now. "Uh--"
A spotlight suddenly picks him out, and the president is toasting him, and he has to give a speech.
Jared gives him a wave, and Jensen thinks, well.
It could have been worse.
*
Jensen was always pretty sure that once he got Jared, he'd never be able to let him go. And it turns out to be true. Admittedly, the first time, he bumped into him completely by accident, but after that he might have started using insider information to run into Jared a little more.
Or a lot more.
It's just--Jared is exactly like in his e-mails, completely genuine and enthusiastic and so fucking loveable.
"So you have a crush on him," says Danneel smugly.
"Shut up."
"Don't you ever do any work?" she asks.
"I'm not supposed to do work," he says.
Danneel rolls her eyes. "Have you thought about just telling him who you are?"
"All the time," says Jensen.
"He likes you, you know," Danneel says. "I mean, real you and e-mail you."
"Yeah, but."
"Suck it up," says Danneel.
"I thought I was your boss."
"Dude," says Danneel. "Come on. Everyone knows assistants are secretly in charge."
*
Jensen has psyched himself up for an awkward conversation and a possible tragic ending when Jared says, "I know what you're gonna say."
Jensen freezes. "You do?"
"Look, I--man, I really like you. A lot. But I can't--I want to go out with you more than anything, but I'm an orphan. With a benefactor I've never even seen, let alone asked his opinions on homosexuality. So I can't just...I can't go out with anyone until I've talked to him, and that's not looking like it'll be anytime soon, so I..." Jared takes a deep breath. "I really can't date you. I wish I could. I--I would, Jensen. In a second."
Jensen attempts to take this in. He can't even really comprehend--Jared wants to date him, and thinks he's homophobic.
"I," Jensen starts, unsure where to go with this. "Wasn't going to ask you out."
Jared gives Jensen this look like his entire world has just crashed and burned. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I--"
"It's me," Jensen confesses.
"Huh?"
"I'm...I'm paying for you to go to school, I get those e-mails, I," he takes a breath and lets everything kind of fall out of him. "I was going to tell you. I felt really shitty lying to you. And then I was going to ask you out, if you didn't, you know, hate me and never want to talk to me again. Which is fine, because I was shitty and--"
Suddenly, Jensen is getting kissed. Which is so fucking awesome he can barely understand it, but he does his best, just pulls Jared closer and kisses back.
It's going better than he expected.
*
Dear Daddy,
So, I met this guy. He's really pretty awesome--kind of dumb sometimes, but he's so hot it makes up for a lot of issues. And he's really good in bed. He does this thing with his tongue that drives me totally crazy--getting hard thinking about it even now.
But hey, enough about me. What gets you turned on, anyway?
See you tonight,
Jared
*
"You can't get these e-mails sent to you at work anymore," says Danneel. "Totally inappropriate."
"Stop reading my boyfriend's e-mails," says Jensen cheerfully.
"I think I liked you better when you were stupidly pining."
Jensen's phone buzzes. most boring class ever, Jared texts.
that's my hard-earned money paying for that boring class.
yeah, sure, you work for your money. whatever ;)
Danneel huffs. "God, your in-love face is disgusting. Leave so I can work."
Jensen pretty much skips to campus, because hanging out in the Coffee Roast until his boyfriend gets out of class? That's definitely something he can do.
Danneel forwards him the essays from this year's Ackles Family Scholarship finalists, with a note that says Try not to fall in love with any of these, okay?
I'm taken, Jensen shoots back, and grins as Jared comes in.
"Hey, daddy," he says cheerfully, sitting down across from Jensen.
"I hate you," says Jensen.
"Clearly," says Jared, and Jensen grins.
...that seemed like more of a story in my head.
Mysterious Benefactor, J2, 2500 words, R. In which Jensen is a spoiled rich kid and Jared is an orphan.
"We have five finalists narrowed down," says John Schneider.
Jensen rolls his eyes. He kind of hates the Ackles Family Scholarship committee. He leans back and drums his pen on his knee, hitting a staccato rhythm.
"Commentary, Mr. Ackles?" asks Schneider. It's supposed to be respectful, but the tone he uses makes it seem more like Jensen is misbehaving in school.
Jensen really wants to fire him sometimes.
"Have you looked at the finalists?" asks Jensen.
"Yes," says Schneider, like this is obvious. "They're all very impressive--"
"Three of them are going to state schools," says Jensen. "They don't even need much money. We could sponsor all five and barely even notice."
"Mr. Ackles," says Schneider, "that's very noble of you, but this is a business, not a charity." He gives Jensen a smile like a shark's mouth. "Now, let's look at Jake Abel's application..."
*
"How creepy would it be to offer to fund four kids in college?" Jensen asks Danneel.
Danneel looks up from her computer. "You know I have a job, right? Assisting you is hard work."
"You're assisting me with not being a creeper," says Jensen. "That's important."
Danneel sighs and twirls her chair around. "So what are you doing exactly?"
"I want to put four kids through college as a fuck-you to John Schneider."
"This is your belated teenage rebellion, isn't it?" Danneel asks, shaking her head. "Weirdo."
"Seriously," says Jensen. "I could send four kids to college with no problem."
"You could," Danneel agrees. "Why do you want to?"
"Because the Ackles scholarship is pretty much a publicity stunt. All those kids deserve it, and they gave it to the one with the sobbiest story."
"Sobbiest isn't a word," says Danneel absently. "Who is it?"
"Maggie Clarkson," says Jensen. "Orphan whose whole family died tragically in a fire and has had to pull herself up by her bootstraps with her little brother."
"Please tell me you're not hating on orphans."
"They were all orphans," says Jensen. "She didn't have the best grades, but she had the most inspiring story."
"So you want to send four orphans to school."
"No fanfare, no publicity," says Jensen. "No one even knows it's me."
Danneel raises her eyebrows. "What are you going to tell them?"
Jensen smirks. "Mysterious benefactor has a nice ring to it."
*
Three of the kids get a letter saying their college education is covered.
One gets one saying he only gets to go if he writes Jensen weekly e-mails.
"What's up with that?" Danneel asks. She was his best friend in college; he hired her because she needed a job and he needed someone who was a fast typer and didn't care about sassing him. It's working out great.
Jensen shrugs. He glances at the name on the file, Jared Padalecki. He's going to Stanford, which is where Jensen and Danneel went, and he's from Texas. He's got this friendly, casual tone to his writing that makes it seem like they're having a conversation, intimate and close.
"He's a funny kid," says Jensen. "Want to see how he does."
"I'm giving him a horrible nickname to call you," says Danneel, flashing him a smile. "Just FYI."
Jensen flips her off.
*
Dear Daddy Bow-Legs,
I don't even know how to start this e-mail. I mean, I guess I do, because I just did, but. Man, this is already going all wrong. Yeah, I know I could just erase this and go back, but I figure it's more genuine if I just pour my thoughts out. You don't mind, right? I mean, if you want me to write every week, you've got to be expecting a lot of random stuff in there.
Anyway, thank you. I don't even have the words for how much this means to me. I won't ever be able to thank you enough for this opportunity, and I hope living vicariously through my e-mails will help.
Is this okay? Summer's pretty boring, I don't have a lot to say. I'm already in California, working at this coffee shop on campus, the Coffee Roast. It's nice in there, and I guess the manager thinks I have potential. I'm gonna do my best to make sure I do something better with my life than just be a barista, though.
Anyway, I guess that's all I've got for this week. I'm going to get better at this, don't worry.
Thanks again. I can't say that enough.
Sincerely,
Jared Padalecki
*
"Daddy Bow-Legs?" asks Jensen. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," Danneel sing-songs.
"You're fired."
"No I'm not."
Jensen sighs. "Fine. But I hate you."
"Yeah, I'm good with that."
*
It isn't long before e-mail day is pretty much the highlight of Jensen's week.
It's not like Jensen has a bad life, but it's not that interesting. Except for Danneel, he doesn't get along that well with any of the rest of the company. He knows he doesn't get a lot of respect, and he can't blame them. His dad was the one who made Ackles Software great, and Jensen doesn't know much about it. He's a decent businessman, but it's not his passion. Plus, Schneider is still pretty much in charge, and Schneider absolutely loathes him. And it's totally mutual.
Of course, it's all poor rich boy shit--he knows his life is great, and he's lucky.
But nothing at work makes him half as happy as hearing from Jared does.
*
"You," Danneel says, "have a crush on the kid."
"I do not," says Jensen. It's been a year, and he still can't help getting a rush of dizzy happiness every time an e-mail from Jared shows up. "I've never even met him."
"It's a weird e-crush," says Danneel. "It doesn't require physical contact."
"It's not," Jensen insists. "He's just--fun."
"And you want to nail him."
"I do not."
"Have you thought about meeting him?" Danneel asks.
Jensen thinks about it pretty much all the time. He daydreams about somehow meeting Jared and getting to just talk to him. Bitch about his day, relax, and--not make out.
Definitely not.
"Yes," Jensen mutters.
Danneel gives him a speculative look. "Come on, we're going."
"Going where?"
"You said he works on campus, right?"
Jensen squeaks. "We're not going to meet him!"
"Yes we are," says Danneel. "This is pathetic. Seriously. We're going to go see him."
"How does that help?" asks Jensen.
"I'm hoping you're going to just fuck him and get him out of your system."
Jensen knows exactly where Jared works, and his hours, and it makes him feel kind of creepy, except it's not like he's a stalker.
He's a mysterious benefactor.
That's definitely better.
The only guy working in the coffee shop when they arrive is the owner, Jeff, whom Jensen remembers from his own time on campus. Jeff gives them a friendly wave, and Jensen feels himself relaxing.
Jared must be in the back, or running late, or totally making up everything about his life.
He can't find himself minding--he's too relieved that he's not going to see Jared.
"Hey, Jeff, I've got the French Roast from the back," he hears, and turns to see--fuck.
The kid is tall and broad, with a big smile and dimples in his cheeks. His hair is flopping in his eyes, and Jensen can see a tag that says JARED in strong block print on his apron.
Jensen hides under the table and watches Jared's legs pass.
Danneel kicks him.
"Great," he hears Jeff saying. "Hey, can you grab some more flour while you're at it? Minka's going to need it later, and it's too high for her to reach."
"Got it, boss," says Jared. His voice isn't exactly how Jensen imagined it, but now that he's heard it, it all comes together.
"He's gone," Danneel says casually, and Jensen comes out from under the table sheepishly.
"I dropped a quarter," Jensen says uselessly.
"Of course you did."
Jensen flees.
*
The thing is, Jensen has always been in a position of power here. Jared doesn't like him. Well, okay, Jared likes him, but just as the money, not as a person. It's a completely unequal relationship, and Jensen doesn't want Jared to like him just because he's the money.
He e-mails Jared back most weeks, gives him information about himself, but he's terrified that Jared just likes him out of obligation.
He's terrified if he told Jared what he really wanted, he'd give it just because he thinks he owes Jensen something.
*
It's Jared's junior year when Jensen finally, finally meets him.
He's kind of drunk, because he fucking hates functions like this. He's happy to donate to the museum, he knows that Mac wants it and his dad won't do it, but the whole party in his honor seems like a little much.
And then he turns around and sees Jared.
He's successfully avoided Jared for two years. Not like it's exactly hard--he's only in California about half the time, and the rest of the time he's in Dallas, and he never has to hang out on Stanford campus--but he thinks about him all the time.
Jared seems taller than last time, stronger, more grown into himself. He's looking uncomfortable too, and Jensen is just drunk enough to forget that this is a terrible, awful idea.
"Hey," he says. "Is that bacon?"
As opening lines go, it's not great, but Jared lights up. "Man, I hope so. I don't know what it is, but for some reason the more expensive food is, the less it looks like food." He offers his plate of hors d'oeurves to Jensen. "Be my guest, I think the waiter went to hook up in the bathroom."
"Thanks," says Jensen. He grabs something he has no interest in and glances at Jared. "So, uh, what's your story?" he asks, and immediately regrets it. It might be even lamer than is that bacon.
"My story?" asks Jared, with an eyebrow raise. Jensen wants to jump him.
"You know," says Jensen. "Where are you from, what do you do, likes, dislikes, whatever."
Jared considers for a minute and then says, "I'm from Texas."
Jensen grins, even though he knows that. "Really? Me too."
Jared grins back. It's kind of unfair. "Small world." He extends his hand. "I'm Jared. Padalecki."
"Jensen. You're a student."
Jared looks surprised. "You're not?"
"I graduated a few years ago."
"Oh. What brings you back?"
Jensen falters. He doesn't really want to cover the whole billionaire thing right now. "Uh--"
A spotlight suddenly picks him out, and the president is toasting him, and he has to give a speech.
Jared gives him a wave, and Jensen thinks, well.
It could have been worse.
*
Jensen was always pretty sure that once he got Jared, he'd never be able to let him go. And it turns out to be true. Admittedly, the first time, he bumped into him completely by accident, but after that he might have started using insider information to run into Jared a little more.
Or a lot more.
It's just--Jared is exactly like in his e-mails, completely genuine and enthusiastic and so fucking loveable.
"So you have a crush on him," says Danneel smugly.
"Shut up."
"Don't you ever do any work?" she asks.
"I'm not supposed to do work," he says.
Danneel rolls her eyes. "Have you thought about just telling him who you are?"
"All the time," says Jensen.
"He likes you, you know," Danneel says. "I mean, real you and e-mail you."
"Yeah, but."
"Suck it up," says Danneel.
"I thought I was your boss."
"Dude," says Danneel. "Come on. Everyone knows assistants are secretly in charge."
*
Jensen has psyched himself up for an awkward conversation and a possible tragic ending when Jared says, "I know what you're gonna say."
Jensen freezes. "You do?"
"Look, I--man, I really like you. A lot. But I can't--I want to go out with you more than anything, but I'm an orphan. With a benefactor I've never even seen, let alone asked his opinions on homosexuality. So I can't just...I can't go out with anyone until I've talked to him, and that's not looking like it'll be anytime soon, so I..." Jared takes a deep breath. "I really can't date you. I wish I could. I--I would, Jensen. In a second."
Jensen attempts to take this in. He can't even really comprehend--Jared wants to date him, and thinks he's homophobic.
"I," Jensen starts, unsure where to go with this. "Wasn't going to ask you out."
Jared gives Jensen this look like his entire world has just crashed and burned. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I--"
"It's me," Jensen confesses.
"Huh?"
"I'm...I'm paying for you to go to school, I get those e-mails, I," he takes a breath and lets everything kind of fall out of him. "I was going to tell you. I felt really shitty lying to you. And then I was going to ask you out, if you didn't, you know, hate me and never want to talk to me again. Which is fine, because I was shitty and--"
Suddenly, Jensen is getting kissed. Which is so fucking awesome he can barely understand it, but he does his best, just pulls Jared closer and kisses back.
It's going better than he expected.
*
Dear Daddy,
So, I met this guy. He's really pretty awesome--kind of dumb sometimes, but he's so hot it makes up for a lot of issues. And he's really good in bed. He does this thing with his tongue that drives me totally crazy--getting hard thinking about it even now.
But hey, enough about me. What gets you turned on, anyway?
See you tonight,
Jared
*
"You can't get these e-mails sent to you at work anymore," says Danneel. "Totally inappropriate."
"Stop reading my boyfriend's e-mails," says Jensen cheerfully.
"I think I liked you better when you were stupidly pining."
Jensen's phone buzzes. most boring class ever, Jared texts.
that's my hard-earned money paying for that boring class.
yeah, sure, you work for your money. whatever ;)
Danneel huffs. "God, your in-love face is disgusting. Leave so I can work."
Jensen pretty much skips to campus, because hanging out in the Coffee Roast until his boyfriend gets out of class? That's definitely something he can do.
Danneel forwards him the essays from this year's Ackles Family Scholarship finalists, with a note that says Try not to fall in love with any of these, okay?
I'm taken, Jensen shoots back, and grins as Jared comes in.
"Hey, daddy," he says cheerfully, sitting down across from Jensen.
"I hate you," says Jensen.
"Clearly," says Jared, and Jensen grins.
