Who needs a socially acceptable hobby, anyway?

Part One
Part Two

~*~*~

Jensen stormed through the house, fingers curled tightly around the shaft of Tristan's boot. Which was all that was left of the ungrateful little fucker and the only thing Jensen had to prove that the ungrateful little fucker (who was not little at all, god) was more than just a drunken hallucination. Or a dream. Jensen's steps unconsciously slowed as he remembered the wonder on Tristan's face, the way the kid had looked at Jensen. As if Jensen was wonderful, somehow, instead of just an aimless rich boy drifting from party to party and ass to ass.

He stopped completely just outside the kitchen and ran a hand over his face. Tristan had made him feel wonderful. As if maybe he really could be someone important. As if he really mattered. Tristan made him feel ten feet tall and able to conquer the world. For Tristan, he would settle down and finish school, would try to be the man Tristan obviously thought he already was.

And how the hell did Tristan know what kind of man he was, anyway? Jensen knew without doubt that he'd never seen the kid before last night. He would have remembered seeing those dimples and those shoulders before. And it's not like it's easy to miss six and a half feet of gorgeous giant, servant or not. But Tristan had known who he was, more, had come to the party specifically for Jensen. Plenty of others had said that sort of thing before but had clearly and obviously meant "Jensen Ackles, son of Alan Ackles and heir to a fortune beyond imagining". Tristan seemed just to want Jensen.

Maybe that was true, or maybe Tristan was just an Oscar-worthy actor. Or maybe Jensen had been drunk. But the only way to find out was to talk to him. Which meant he had to find him.

"Dude, those two were really weird." Jensen startled at the sound of someone talking in the kitchen. He moved closer to the door, curious.

"With the stretch limo?"

"Yeah. They both were, I don't know. Sniffing."

There was a snort of laughter. "What, like glue? Coke?"

"No, not like drugs. Like they were smelling everything. Their limo, the other cars, other drivers, the trees. I swear the guy started to lift his leg like he was going to pee on the bushes but the woman smacked his shoulder and he didn't."

There was another round of laughter, and then the first voice came again. "Don't know what they were doing, but I saw them both come tearing out of the house around midnight with a half dressed pirate. Guy was huge. The woman kept telling them to hurry, that they were out of time, and then they all jumped into the limo and took off."

"They crash the party and get caught?"

"No, dude, the pirate had an invitation. I remember because I recognized Mr. Ackles's handwriting. Most of them were addressed by staff, you know? But that one he did personal."

"Ohhhhhh," the second voice said, and Jensen gritted his teeth at the smug knowing tone. "So the kid already has a new boyfriend."

"No, not that Ackles. Senior. Alan Ackles invited the pirate himself."

Jensen's jaw dropped and he spun around, sprinting through the house to his father's office. He pushed the door open and ignored the man in the trench coat sitting on the sofa, stomping right past him to throw the boot at his father's feet.

"Was he sincere? Was he seriously that far gone for me or did you hire him to try to get me to dump Chace?"

Alan's eyebrows rose as he looked up from the boot at his feet to his son's furious face. "He?"

"Don't play games with me, Dad, I know he had the only invitation you personally addressed. Hell, even our servants know it. I also know you don't trust Chace and would love it if we broke up." Jensen leaned down, hands braced on Alan's desk as he bent close to hiss at his father. "Did you hire him? Was. He. Faking?"

"I only invited him to the party, Jensen, because I knew he wouldn't otherwise even be told about it, much less be allowed to come," Alan said quietly. "I gave him no money and no promises of any. I haven't even actually spoken to him at all for years."

Jensen stood back, stunned. It was one thing to think - hope - that Tristan really meant it, but it was another thing entirely for his father to confirm that if Tristan was faking, it wasn't because he was on Alan's payroll.

Alan sat forward, eyes intent on Jensen's face. "You liked him."

"Yeah, Dad," Jensen rolled his eyes and slumped a little, running a hand through his hair as he turned to pace. "I like him. He's, I don't know. He's like a kid. He was so glad just to be here." Jensen blushed a little and turned to give his father a pleading look, a request for reassurance that Alan hadn't seen in his son's eyes for nearly fifteen years. "He looked at me like I mattered."

A broad grin broke over Alan's face, but he scaled it back in response to the glare Jensen gave in return. "Of course you matter, son," he said, still trying to control that grin. "Honestly, Jensen, did you really doubt it?"

Jensen threw his hands up in disgust. "Number one, you have to love me. You're my dad, that's your job. Number two, yes. Dude, ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent of the people I meet want to be friends," Jensen sneered the word, "because they think they can get something. Directly from me, or from you, or, like, even a job at the company or something. Everyone wants something. No one just thinks I'm awesome, or whatever."

He turned to stomp again and stopped short at the sight of the guy in the trench coat. "Great. Now I've embarrassed myself in front of a complete stranger. Wonderful."

"I'm not a stranger, I'm an investigator," the stranger said. "And trust me - being your father does not guarantee that he loves you. He does, of course, but you should know how lucky you are."

"I know that," Jensen snapped. "Dude, you're just making it worse. And since you're an investigator, go investigate." He gestured to the boot. "Make yourself useful and go find Tristan. He stomped out at midnight without even saying good-bye." He turned back to his dad and caught the look of surprise on Alan's face. "What? I want him found. If he meant it, I want him. I want to go back to school with him and move in with him and grow up with him. If he didn't, if he was faking, I want to kick his ass and rip him a new asshole for making me - for. For jerking me around."

Alan watched in amazement as Jensen stomped out of his office and then turned to Misha. "Tristan? The only invite I sent personally was Jared's."

Misha smiled faintly. "Tristan is Jared's middle name. And that boot isn't a boot, it's a boat. I think Jared's the only kid big enough to wear that thing. Of course, that begs the question of why use a different name." His smile widened and he stood, crossing the room to bend and pick up the boot. "I think I'll go ask him."

~*~*~

It turned out that Jared had heard someone calling his name.

And that someone had been Chace.

Dawn had been livid that he'd gone out, but when Jared refused to tell her anything other than his fairy godmother had done it, she'd had nothing else to do but lock him in his room. Once a day, Sam was to be allowed to bring him food, but Chace would loom behind her to keep her from talking to Jared, or offering him any kind of comfort for the situation. Jared felt bad for her, too, but Dawn hadn't actually fired Sam like she'd threatened, since there was no way she could have produced a stretch limo at short notice, much less the costume that Dawn and Chace had been unable to find no matter how many times they tossed his room.

Strangely enough, Jared was okay with all of this. The remaining boot was stashed in the garden shed and the bottle of cologne Sera had given him, only a few sprays used before the party, was shoved deep into the toe of a ratty running shoe. Eventually, Dawn and Chace would get tired of living with their own messes, and Jared would be let out again, and then eventually after that he would be able to take his souvenirs out of hiding when he'd have the chance to remember that night, the party that he'd barely seen with all the bright and colorful costumes. And Jensen. The way he'd smiled when he was supposed to and the way he'd smiled when he meant it, the gentle way he'd touched and the amazing amount of patience he'd shown. Jensen was brilliant, complex, beautiful, and wonderful, and so much more than the perfect Prince Charming Jared had thought he was.

And that wasn't even taking into consideration the sex, which had been more than Jared had ever dreamed it would be. Which, being as he was twenty and until very recently a virgin, he had done a lot of dreaming. He knew that a good part of it had been because it was Jensen, too, because it just had to be. Everything was because it was Jensen.

The only thing that worried Jared through all this was what had happened to Harley and Sadie. Ed had snuck up to Jared's attic room that first night, whispering through the door about how furious Dawn was, how Chace seemed angrier than he should be, and how the dogs had run off when Dawn had tried to have them caught by animal control. Jared had told the dogs to run and hide, and it seemed like they'd listened to him. He could only hope they'd find someone to take care of them like they deserved.

Someone like Jensen.

Ed had also told Jared that a man had come around the house, asking questions about Jared. It wasn't Jensen, couldn't have been the way that Ed described him with dark hair and the tan trench coat. Dawn had caught the man talking to Sam, and had stood by while Sam repeated the official story that Jared had run off like a spoiled brat. Jared wondered, briefly, who the man was, but then promptly forgot about him in favor of imagining it was Jensen.

In a way, Jared figured it was a good thing that he was locked away, because he spent a lot of time that first day alone just sighing and thinking about Jensen. One of his favorite daydreams was hearing Jensen say his name, his real name, and even just the fantasy was enough to make his chest warm. He had other kinds of daydreams, but those were for later in the night, when the house was asleep and he was alone in his room, with just his memories and his fantasies to keep him warm.

That night, Jared kept a rickety chair braced under the locked doorknob to stop anyone who might want to come in and inflict a little extra punishment, like Chace. Who would probably try to kill Jared it he knew the full extent of what he'd done. And even that wasn't enough to make him regret a single, perfect moment.

It was on the morning of the second day that Jared finally let himself wish that Jensen would come find him. He held his breath, remembering how Sera had said magic worked when you wished for it, but when the door was not burst down by an avenging Jensen, Jared just shook his head and grabbed a book to read, hoping he wouldn't run out of reading material before Dawn got over her snit.

~*~*~

Alan wondered if he was being too obvious. He stared down at the boot on his desk until he could control his expression. The disgust immediately followed by curiosity when Dawn walked into his office and saw the boot spread across his desk (and good lord, Misha had been right - it was a boat, leather spread from one side to the other nearly edge to edge) almost made him laugh.

"Mr. Ackles?" Dawn said, pointing one perfectly manicured fingernail at the boot. "If you don't mind me saying, I don't think that's your size, sir."

He schooled his expression and hoped he achieved concern and not something closer to constipation, and looked up. "No it isn't, not at all. I need to find the man whose size it is, however. Jensen is determined to file for domestic partnership with him, and the man has vanished into thin air."

A nasty, bitter look flashed across Dawn's face, but she covered it quickly with a thoughtful look, approaching Alan's desk. "You know," she said slowly, picking up the foot end of the boot, one eyebrow arching as she took in the size of it, "I could swear I saw my Chace wearing something like this the other night. And he has been spending a lot of time with your boy."

Alan managed to keep from rolling his eyes, or from mentioning the obvious fact that Jensen knew exactly who Chace was and where to find him if he'd wanted to. "Really? I don't know, Dawn. It's a really big boot."

"Chace is a tall boy," Dawn said airily. "Why don't I call him and find out? That should solve the mystery in no time." Without waiting for Alan to respond, she pulled out a slim cellphone, hit a speed-dial and waited, smiling at Alan in a way that didn't come close to reaching her eyes. "Chace, darling, it's mother," she said. "Yes, I know you have Caller ID, but it's only polite to identify yourself when you call." She paused and shook her head, giving Alan a look that clearly was supposed to be fond exasperation. "Enough about that, darling. I have a question for you; Mr. Ackles is trying to find the owner of a rather large boot that..." she trailed off, smile brightening until it rivaled the flourescent lighting in its artificial brightness. "You left a shoe behind at the party? How did you drive home without noticing that? Never mind. Well, thank you, darling. I've got to go, but I'll talk to you soon!"

She hung up and put the phone away, a false look of disbelief on her face. "Chace says thank you for finding his boot, he'd only worn them that night and drank a little too much, it seems."

Raising an eyebrow, Alan folded his hands over the boot. "I think I'd like to see Chace try the boot on, Dawn. It's a really big boot, and I don't remember Chace being that tall." He managed a smile. "You understand, of course. This is my only son's happiness at stake."

"Oh, of course," Dawn says, hands suddenly fidgeting and tugging at her suit jacket. "Chace isn't home right now, but perhaps tomorrow afternoon?"

"I think I want this resolved as soon as possible, Dawn. Jensen is despondent." Alan shook his head, hoping Dawn took it as exasperation over his son and not disgust at her attempts to manipulate the situation. "He wants to access his trust fund as soon as he can, so he can find a new home for himself and his partner, start off their new life together on the right foot." Alan laughed and patted the boot, pleased at his own cheesy pun.

Dawn's smile looked more like a grimace as she laughed weakly. "Yes, well," she said. "I suppose tonight, then? Chace has classes until this afternoon and I always insist he do his homework before anything else, you know."

Alan nodded amiably, but his affable tone hardened as he spoke. "Homework is incredibly important, yes, but I want you to come get me as soon as his last class is over, Dawn. We'll go to your home together and meet him there." His smile this time did not reach his eyes. "It will only take a few minutes."

"Of course, sir," Dawn said, her mouth hardening into an unpleasant, painted line on her angular face. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work." Without waiting to be dismissed, she turned on one stiletto heel and left his office, already pulling her cell phone back out before the doors closed behind her.

~*~*~

Dawn was even less happy when she arrived at Alan's office that afternoon to learn that Misha was going too, and any pleasure she may have gained from being driven to her home in Alan's limo was completely erased when she climbed in the back to be greeted by two large dogs. Alan had to turn away, unable to stifle his laughter at her reaction.

Misha grinned at him and then climbed in after her. "They're such sweet dogs," he heard Misha say. "I don't know whose they are, but they seemed to know me, or at least seemed to think I smelled familiar. They followed me home Saturday after I left your house."

Alan laughed again, then followed Misha into the limo and settled himself in for the uncomfortable ride. The dogs got more excited the closer they got to the Padalecki home, and Dawn got more and more tight lipped. Alan smiled genially as if he didn't notice. They bounded out of the limo as soon as the driver opened the door, and Alan patted Dawn's arm. "You don't mind if they come in with us, right? I just love dogs. They're such friendly animals. Studies show they can ease stress in their owners, did you know?"

"I'm afraid I've never been much for pets, sir," Dawn said curtly. "But if you want to bring them in, by all means. Will your son be joining us, by the way? Since he's so taken with Chace, I'd think he'd want to be here for the confirmation."

"I'm not sure where Jensen is," Alan said absently. "Lead the way, Dawn. This is your home, after all."

Clearly reluctant, Dawn led Alan, Misha and the dogs into the house, directing them to the downstairs study. "I'll just go get Chace," she said, bowing out of the room before anyone could stop her.

Alan watched her go and then turned to Misha. "Does she really think Jensen wouldn't have recognized Chace, even in costume? Or does she just think I'm dumb enough that it wouldn't occur to me?"

Misha shrugged. "I think she's desperate and selfish, and I think perhaps it hasn't occurred to her in her greed."

"I think I like that explanation better," Alan said with a short laugh. "I'd rather not believe she thinks I'm stupid." Hands in his pockets, Alan paced as they waited for Dawn to return. "Ms. Ferris said Jared is locked in his room?"

"Yes," Misha said sourly, "apparently Dawn locked him in some time Saturday morning. She and Chace have been searching his room and he's allowed scraps of food and limited water once a day. The woman was clearly aching to vent, but that's all she was able to say before Dawn came to see who was at the door."

Alan scowled. "Even if Jared isn't the Tristan we're looking for, we're getting him out of here. He's certainly old enough to be on his own and I want to help him. It's ridiculous for a child to be treated that way, much less an adult. And I feel so ashamed that I didn't even wonder where he was after high school."

Misha sighed. "You're going to help him now, Alan, that's all you can do. This is not your fault, it's hers. And we're here to fix it." They stopped talking and looked at the door at the sharp sound of stiletto heels coming closer.

The study doors opened, and Dawn strode in with Chace close behind. Chace was a tall young man, it was true, but one look at his feet was enough to find that there was no way the boot was his. Still, he stood there confidently, face daring anyone to contradict him or his mother.

"I hear you've found my boot," Chace said, and was interrupted by Ed bursting into the room.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Ed said to his mother, stopping when he saw they had company. "Oh. Sorry."

"Ed, dear heart, go be somewhere else, would you?" Dawn said, her voice thick with insincere sweetness. "This is about your brother."

Chace snorted and muttered something about Ricky Martin, earning him a glare from Ed, who looked around the room. His eyes lingered on the boot, and then the dogs longest of all. The male dog, Harley, whined when he saw Ed, thump;ing his tail against the carpet, but stayed where he was, next to Alan. Ed straightened, throwing his shoulders back. "You know, I've just suddenly remembered I have somewhere very important to be," he said, nodding goodbye to Dawn and the guests. "Mother. Mr. Ackles."

Alan watched, bemused, as Dawn's younger son almost raced from the room. "Well. Rather excitable boy, isn't he?" Alan shook his head and held up the boot. "Well, Chace, let's get this farce over with, shall we?"

~*~*~

Jared was stretched out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. There had been some sort of commotion on the second floor a few minutes ago, but then it had quieted. Since no one had come up to scream at him, he assumed it had nothing to do with him, the dogs, or his field trip. Still, he was curious, even if there wasn't anything he could do about it.

He didn't hear footsteps, but Jared couldn't miss the click of the lock being released at his door. He sat up as the door opened slowly, Ed slipping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"This has gone fucking far enough," Ed said. "Jensen's father is downstairs, with your dogs and a boot that only your giant foot could fit, and Mother and Chace are pretending the boot is his."

"Chace?" Jared snorted. He had long since outgrown any possible hand-me-down footwear from Chace. "As if."

Ed grinned. "Yeah, I know," he said. "The point is, Jensen's father says Jensen wants to live happily ever after with the owner of that boot, and you know what that means to Mother and Chace. And I think I know what that means to you, too," he added.

Jared was grinning like a fool, he was sure of it. But Jensen wanted to be with him, and so maybe he was getting his wish after all. Or maybe it was still the magic cologne... Jumping out of bed, Jared dove to the floor grabbing the shoe holding the cologne. He sprayed himself a few times, and then grabbed Ed in a bear hug.

"Thank you," Jared said in his ear. "You've been the best brother I could have wished for."

"Put me down, you bigfoot," Ed grumbled, shoving at Jared. But he was grinning as he did it, so Jared knew it was alright. "You should get to the downstairs study before they leave," he suggested.

"I just have to grab something first," Jared said, already hurrying down the attic stairs as quickly as he could. "I'll be right there."

Jared ran down the servants' stairs and out the back door, stumbling over his own feet to get to the garden shed. He hadn't even put shoes on in his hurry, but that didn't matter now. Not when his wish, his happiness was so close to coming true. He grabbed the sack with the other boot in it and turned around, running back into the house.

He took the back hallway to the study, up to the side door, and could hear voices inside, including Chace's.

"I was wearing thick socks the other night!" Chace was saying, almost shouting.

"Didn't you tell me it was the only pair they had at the store?" Dawn asked in a voice so laced with panic and artificial love it made Jared a little sick to his stomach.

"Enough!" The man's voice wasn't a shout but it was hard and firm and cut through the noise like a knife. "Enough, Dawn. The boots are several sizes too big, the shaft is flopping around his leg and the top is cutting directly into his crotch. It's absolutely ludicrous to expect me to believe he could possibly own those boots. It's over."

There was a sound between a familiar bark and a growl, and Chace yelped, "Give that back, you mutt!" just as Jared pushed the door open to the strangest thing he'd seen in a long time.

Chace, with a sneaker on one foot and a giant, thick wool sock on the other was grabbing on to the top of Jared's missing boot, trying to yank the other end free from Harley's massive jaws. Sadie was dancing around the impromptu tug-of-war, barking and wagging her tail, clearly cheering Harley on. The man who could only be Jensen's dad was standing off to the side with a vaguely familiar-looking man in a trench coat, the both of them obviously trying desperately not to laugh.

"Stop it!" Dawn screeched, grabbing the middle of the boot. There was a loud tearing sound, and the boot finally came apart under the fray, sending Chace and Dawn stumbling backwards, and Harley over to Mr. Ackles's feet, happily chewing on his portion.

Mr. Ackles gave up and began laughing, crouching to pet Harley as the dog kept gnawing. He looked up at the man in the trench coat who was grinning broadly. "I guess we'll never find the boot's owner now, Misha."

"Excuse me?" Jared said hesitantly, stepping further into the room. He pulled his boot, unchewed, out of the bag, and lifted it up. "But if you want, I have another one."

Mr. Ackles came to his feet slowly, ignoring Dawn and Chace entirely as he stepped over Harley and crossed the room to Jared. "Somehow, I am not at all surprised to hear that." He raised his hand to Jared's shoulder and squeezed it as he searched Jared's face. "You look like your father, Jared. And I can see that you don't remember me at all." His eyes teared up just a little, and he lifted his hand from Jared's shoulder to curl around the back of his neck. "I am so sorry for everything, son. I had no idea what she had done to you after Gerald died, and if I had I would have put a stop to it. You will never be dependent on her in any way, ever again. No matter what happens, Jared. I promise."

Dawn was sputtering, and Chace was glowering, the both of them being blocked off from interrupting by a determined-looking Ed, and Jared blinked slowly, wondering if maybe he'd fallen asleep upstairs. "You knew my father?" he asked, starting with the easy part.

"We worked together," Mr. Ackles confirmed. "In fact, he used to bring you with him once in awhile. We were friends. He was a good man, your father. He would be proud of you, of your strength." Hand still around the back of Jared's neck, he turned to give Dawn a stony glare. "Gerald gave you the greatest gift he had to offer. His son. And you couldn't see past your selfish greed to cherish him the way you should have. You deserve the ruin you have made of your life, but you won't take Jared down with you." He turned back to Jared and smiled. "Let's make this official," he said, smile broadening into a grin. "I have to see you get that boot on. I don't think I've ever seen so much leather in one shoe."

Jared laughed. "I know I haven't," he said, sitting down in the nearest chair and wrestling the boot on. "I don't know how I got it off in the first place," he huffed, grinning as his foot settled and he stood, pulling up the shaft of the boot. It got stuck at his knee, thanks to the jeans he was wearing, and Jared could only shrug and grin sheepishly. "It's too small to pull up further without, um, tighter pants, and I don't have the ones from the other night anymore. Sorry."

Mr. Ackles clapped Jared on the shoulder again and laughed. "That's good enough for me," he said, then sobered a little and raised an eyebrow. "I'm curious about something, though, Jared. Why did you tell my son that your name was Tristan?"

"Yes, Jared," came a new voice from the doorway. Everyone looked up to see Jensen, legs crossed at the ankle as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, unsmiling. "I'm curious about that as well."

Jared's heart caught in his throat at the sight of Jensen, at the sound of his own name coming from those lips, even if it was laced with scorn. He couldn't stop himself, either, from smiling broadly at Jensen, so happy and so full of love and suddenly so sure that it would all work out that nothing, not Dawn, or Chace, or even Mr. Ackles mattered for a few thundering heartbeats. But Jensen deserved an answer to his question, one Jared had asked himself a hundred times over the past few days.

"I'm not really sure," he admitted with a shrug as he tugged the boot off again. "I think... I think it's because the costume and the limo and the party, none of it was me. I'm nobody, Jensen. For one evening I got to pretend I was somebody, and I got more than I could have hoped for. And, of course," he added with a self-depreciating grin, "there's the fact you're dating my step-brother, which could have been awkward if you knew who I was."

Jensen straightened and started to slowly cross the room toward Jared. "I'm not dating Chace. He was just a means to an end." Jensen shrugged one shoulder and ignored both the scandalized squeaks Dawn was making and the death glare Chace was sending his way. He stopped mere inches from Jared and looked up into his eyes. "Most importantly, you aren't nobody. Jared, you're smart, and generous, and incredibly amazing. And no matter what you call yourself, you're the man I, god. God, Jared, I love you. And you left me." His expression finally relaxed into a smile. "You are totally going to have to make that up to me, you know."

"I was planning on it," Jared said, grinning broadly as he closed the space between them, wrapping his arms around Jensen. "And I love you, too," he added before ducking his head and kissing Jensen thoroughly, right there in front of all those people. Not that they mattered, because it was all Jensen. Nothing else could matter right then, when Jared's world was absolutely perfect and standing a good chance of staying that way.

Jensen kissed Jared back for a long time, until they were finally interrupted by Jensen's dad. "As much as I enjoy knowing you'll finally be happy, this really isn't the place for this," he said, raising an eyebrow at Jensen and then winking at Jared.

"You're right, Dad." Jensen laughed. "And for once, I don't really mind admitting that." He turned to Jared as his dad chuckled, hand running absently up and down Jared's arm. "Pack whatever you want to bring. You are not spending another night in this house ever again."

"Excuse me!" Dawn's shrill voice cut in. "This is my house!"

Jared turned to look at his step-mother, more than a little bit of him wishing she hadn't regained the power of speech. "Only until the bank forecloses on you for the first, second, and third mortgages," he said, and then shook his head, but didn't let go of Jensen. "You know, I still remember the day you came here. I was so ready to love you as my mother. And I believed you all those times you told me you were all I'd ever have." He looked down at Jensen and smiled. "She was wrong. And I don't need anything here, not really. Nothing's mine, anyhow."

Jensen smirked. "Somehow I think she's almost always wrong." He leaned in to press a quick kiss to Jared's mouth, then pulled away, grabbing Jared's hand and leading him from the room without another word.

Alan watched them go with a fond smile on his face, then turned to Dawn. His expression immediately became cold. "You have a choice, Dawn. You can remain on my payroll at a much reduced salary if you join the custodial team. Chace is welcome to do so as well. Otherwise you're on your own. Keeping your current position is not an option. You have two weeks to decide, at which time I will decide for you if you have not." He turned to Ed and smiled again. "You, I'll help. If you'd like to come with us, we can talk."

Ed looked from Alan to Dawn and Chace, who were gaping like a pair of landed fish. "They're my family," he said slowly, and then looked at Alan again. "Not that you'd have known it the last five years or so. I think I'd like to come with you, Mr. Ackles."

"Edward!" Dawn said in shock. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Looking for new gardeners to screw, mother," Ed said coolly. "I'll go pack."

Alan stifled a laugh, turned it into a cough. "Misha," he said, turning away from Dawn dismissively, "I think I'll have to give in and actually find a housekeeper now that my household is expanding. Do you think Ms. Ferris might be interested in a new position?"

Misha didn't bother hiding the broad grin on his face. "I think she might at that, Alan. Should I go ask her?"

"You'd damn well better believe I would be," Sam said, bursting in the room. "You'll need someone who has an inkling what feeding Jared can do to your grocery list."

"That is definitely a lot of boy to feed," Alan agreed cheerfully. "We can talk salary in the limo on the way over. If you'd like to go pack?" He smiled genially at everyone as Sam bustled quickly out again, happy that he was getting his own way, and getting a little back at Dawn on Jared's behalf. "I think we'll just wait here until everyone who's coming is ready to go, Misha. I wouldn't want anything to accidentally... happen. To anyone." His smile widened at Dawn's incoherent sputtering, and he shook his head as he caught Chace's dumb stare. "Or maybe we can wait in the foyer instead."

Grabbing the dogs' collars, Alan wandered out into the foyer with Misha on his heels to wait.

~*~*~

Jensen refused to let go of Jared's hand even as he was driving, tangling their fingers together and making Jared help him shift gears. They were halfway back to the house - back home - when Jensen finally spoke. "You gonna tell me why you left?"

Jared opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again only to laugh slightly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said. "The short version is that there would have been some really uncomfortable questions if I'd stayed."

"Questions from who?" Jensen squeezed Jared's fingers. "And of course I'd believe you." He shot Jared a fond look before turning his attention back to the road. "You are really too honest for your own good."

"Questions from everyone," Jared said, and sighed. "It just sounds so insane when I say it out loud, and I lived it." He paused. "You sure you want to know?"

"Well, not if you really don't want to tell me, but yes. I want to know everything about you, I want to know how you knew who I was, why you came to the party for me and how you got there and where you got the fantastic costume. Everything."

"It started when I saw you petting Harley and Sadie," Jared said, smiling at Jensen. "That's when I fell for you, because I saw how gentle and patient and kind you really were. So when the invitation came, I knew I had to see you, find out why I'd received one personally." He bit his lip and blushed hotly. "And this is where it gets weird, and I swear to you that I'm not supposed to be medicated or anything, but it turns out I have a fairy godmother."

Jensen choked on a laugh. "A fairy godmother? You're sure about the drugs?" He sent Jared a grin that was not quite disbelieving, but not quite believing either. "And when did you see - oh." Jensen grimaced. "When I was there for dinner." He squeezed Jared's hand again. "I wish I'd seen you too. I wish I'd met you sooner."

"You wouldn't have," Jared said quietly. "I had to stay out of sight of company at all times. Dawn didn't want to have to deal with awkward questions, I guess." He squeezed Jensen's hand back. "Still, would have been nice to meet you without magic."

"The magic might have been the means," Jensen said with a raised eyebrow that said he still wasn't sure he believed it, "but she didn't make me fall in love with you. You did that all on your own." He turned off the main road into the long driveway leading to his - now their - home, accelerating a little more than maybe he should in a driveway. He squeezed Jared's fingers again and smiled. Jensen couldn't wait to let Jared start making it up to him for disappearing the way he did.

Jared leaned across the car and kissed Jensen's neck. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say that," he confessed.

Jensen grinned. "Then I won't get tired of saying it." He pulled to a stop in the circular driveway right in front of the door, reluctantly releasing Jared's hand so they could both get out of the car, but grabbing it again as soon as he rounded the car to Jared's side so he could pull Jared up the stairs and into the house. Not that Jared was resisting - he was right there with Jensen, and they entered the house side by side and headed directly for the stairs. Jensen stopped them on the landing and pressed Jared into the wall, pushing his hand up under Jared's shirt, fingers ghosting over warm skin. "Hmmm. This feels familiar, somehow," he laughed, and leaned in to nose at Jared's neck.

"It does," Jared agreed with a laugh of his own as he turned his head to the side, making room. He spread his legs slightly so Jensen could fit between them and pulled him close with one big hand on Jensen's lower back. "Only this time it's my name you're saying."

"Jared," Jensen purred. He pressed close and shivered at the feel of that massive hand on his back. "Jared, Jared, Jared." He laughed again as he fit their mouths together, tongue sliding between Jared's lips for a slow, thorough exploration. "We'd better get to my room," he finally murmured, but instead of moving away he pressed closer and took Jared's mouth again, his hand sliding further up under Jared's shirt to curve over the ball of his shoulder. "There are so many things I want to do to you."

"That sounds good," Jared said, chasing after Jensen's lips. "I've been dreaming about you and the other night, Jensen. Sometimes when I was awake, it was almost like you were there. God, you don't know how hard the past few days have been."

Jensen let Jared catch his mouth, coaxing and teasing with his tongue until Jared took control of the kiss. "I might have an idea," he finally said. "At least you knew who I was and where to find me." He licked his own lips and rubbed his thumb over the curve of Jared's and managed a smile, then stepped back and pulled his hand out of Jared's shirt. "Sorry, I know it's not your fault, but I just. I hated waking up alone. I thought, well. Thought you'd just used me, or something."

"No, never," Jared said, cupping the sides of Jensen's face in his hands, kissing him. "I had to leave before the spell ended, or I'd never have gone at all. I didn't mean to hurt you," he added, eyes wide and soulful. "I'm so sorry. I love you."

"I know, I really do know that now," Jensen said. He curled his fingers around Jared's wrists and kissed the center of each of his palms. "I'm not at all used to someone who just wants me, Jared. Everyone wants something, but you - " Jensen shook his head, embarrassed. "You just want me," he whispered, then laughed softly. "And look at us, standing out here in the hall being girls when we could be naked in my bed having much more fun."

Jared laughed at that, and turned his hand to lace their fingers together. "Let's fix that," he said, tugging on Jensen's arm, leading the way with long, eager strides.

Jensen followed just as eagerly. "I see you remember the way," he said, not pushing ahead of Jared until they reached his room. He shoved the door open and then locked it behind them. "What else do you remember?"

"Lots of things," Jared said, blushing bright red as he pushed Jensen against the door and knelt at his feet. "I remember this," he said, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek against Jensen's cock through his jeans. "Don't think I'll be as good at it as you, though."

"I'll let you practice as much as you want," Jensen moaned. He curled his fingers through Jared's hair. "And enthusiasm counts for a lot. Jared." He waited until Jared looked up and then smiled. "I love you. It's all going to feel awesome. And we're still wearing all our clothes." His smile widened into a sly grin. "What are you going to do about that?"

In answer, Jared leaned back, grabbed his shirt by the back of the collar, and pulled it off in one fluid movement. Then he moved in and unbuckled Jensen's belt, unbuttoned his fly, and slid the jeans and boxers down Jensen's legs. He got stuck on Jensen's shoes, and bit his lip in concentration, coaxing Jensen to lift one leg at a time, pulling the shoes off Jensen's feet before tugging his jeans off too. He looked slowly up, eyes lingering hotly on Jensen's cock, and licked his lips.

"How... how's that?" he asked, sliding his hands up Jensen's thighs and around back to cup his ass.

Jensen grinned. "It's an awesome start." He pulled his hands free of Jared's hair reluctantly to tug his own t-shirt off over his head, then had his fingers tangled in the soft brown strands again before the shirt hit the floor. Jensen wished Jared would take charge, that he would realize that he could actually have what he wanted, that it was okay, but Jensen got the feeling Jared hadn't had anything he wanted for a long time. It would take time, but Jensen would teach him to ask and maybe even to take. But for now... "Now what?"

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Jared murmured, looking up the length of Jensen's body. His face was right next to Jensen's groin, and Jared closed his eyes as his nuzzled him, lips teasingly close to Jensen's prick. "Can I taste you?" he asked, breath cool on Jensen's sensitized flesh.

"If you want," Jensen whispered back. He slid his hands over the back of Jared's head to knead his shoulders. "Do you want to do this here? The bed's so close." Jensen curled forward, bent to kiss Jared's hair. "I want to feel you pressing me into the mattress, baby. Want to feel you against me shoulders to knees. But I can wait if you want to stay here."

Jared laughed softly. "I guess I got a little ahead of myself," he said softly. "I just want to make you feel as good as you did for me. And it was so good, Jensen." He kissed a slow line along Jensen's hip, moving down and in. He wrapped his fingers around Jensen's length, stroking him slowly. "Have never felt as good in my life as I do when I'm with you."

Jensen's breath caught in his throat and he straightened up to lean against the wall. "Not ahead of yourself," he whispered, biting back a desperate sound when Jared finally nosed at his cock. "Your pace, remember? Whatever you want."

"I just want you," Jared murmured, kissing up Jensen's length slowly. He reached the top and flickered out an experimental tongue, tasting Jensen. Humming quietly, Jared wrapped his lips around the head, sucking gently and looking up at Jensen through his shaggy brown fringe.

"You got me," Jensen croaked. "God, that feels good." His fingers stroked and petted through Jared's hair as Jared teased and tasted, mouth and tongue becoming more sure and confident on Jensen's dick with each ragged needy noise Jensen made.

Slowly, Jared opened his mouth more, taking more of Jensen in. He only got about halfway down before he coughed and pulled back, lips slightly swollen and shiny with spit. Smiling almost shyly, Jared shook his head.

"Sorry," he said, kissing the crown of Jensen's dick again. "I can tell I'm going to need a lot of practice on this."

Jensen laughed softly. "I promise - you can practice as much as you like. It will surely be a difficult thing for me to bear," he teased, "but somehow I will hold up under the strain." His hands drifted down to caress Jared's face, fingers teasing at his lips. "I love your mouth, Jay. I love the way it feels against mine, or on my dick, or on my skin. I love the way you taste me, like you can't imagine a better flavor. And you touch me like I'm precious." Jensen bit his lip as his face heated up. "I'm going to shut up now, sorry."

Smiling broadly, dimples out in full effect, Jared stood up and cupped the back of Jensen's neck. "You're the most precious thing I've ever touched," he said, rubbing the side of his nose against Jensen's. "The most wonderful taste I've ever had." He kissed Jensen, lingering, tongue slipping easily into Jensen's mouth with a soft noise of pleasure. "Can we... can we go to bed now? I'm so hard I think I'm dizzy."

"That's a lot of dick to fill," Jensen said, reaching down to palm Jared through his jeans. "I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have any blood left anywhere else." He kissed Jared again and began walking him backwards as their lips moved together. "But I won't let you fall."

Jensen figured pushing didn't count as falling, and as soon as the back of Jared's legs hit the mattress he pushed and laughed as Jared tumbled back and bounced. He was climbing on top of Jared before Jared stopped bouncing, grinning down at him as he straddled Jared's hips and tugged his jeans open. "Anything you don't like, tell me," Jensen said firmly as he reached inside and curled his fingers around Jared's length. "Anything you do like, tell me. Anything you want to try, tell me. Otherwise I'll just take over and run the show, and this is really supposed to be, you know. Interactive."

Jared groaned and reached for Jensen, his hips pushing up against Jensen's hand. "All I've ever had is my hand and a couple of bad videos," he breathed against Jensen's mouth, kissing him. "I want to do everything."

"Oh, baby." Jensen's smile widened as he considered the possibilities. "We are gonna have so much fun."

~*~*~

Jared knotted his fingers in the dark red sheets with a white-knuckle grip, barely able to breathe as Jensen raked his teeth down the curve of one of Jared's ass cheeks. The window above the bed was dark, night time having fallen at some point between Jensen giving Jared a refresher course in how to suck cock and Jared bending Jensen over the bed for a long, hard fucking that had left them both almost boneless afterward. Now, Jared's thighs were trembling from kneeling and his cock was painfully hard in Jensen's teasing hand, even though he'd come in Jensen's ass not that long ago, and Jared's moans were raspy as he begged Jensen for whatever it was he was planning next. He could even still taste Jensen's come faintly on his lips when he licked them, squirming under slow and teasing touches.

"Jen," Jared begged, the side of his face pressed against the pillow. Jensen's thumb swept over the leaking head of Jared's cock, and all Jared could manage was a grunt. "Please, just - Ah!"

Jensen's tongue slid down the space between Jared's cheeks, moving lower and directly to Jared's opening. The wet glide made Jared shake, but that was nothing compared to when Jensen reached his goal and lapped at him. Jared cursed, loud and raw, and scooted forward, not sure if his sensitized nerves could handle it, much less his brain, which Jensen had already fucked to a pile of uselessness earlier.

"It's okay, Jay," Jensen soothed. He let go of Jared's cock and grabbed his hips instead, holding him steady. His thumbs reached in to tug Jared's cheeks open wider and then his tongue stroked over Jared's hole again, pausing to tease at the puckered skin before pushing inside.

Being a champion at playing with his own ass hadn't in any way prepared Jared for this. Jensen's tongue, in his ass, made every muscle in Jared's body tremble, and he moaned brokenly, pressing his face into the pillow to muffle the sound. Jensen was clearly trying to kill him, Jared was sure of it. Still, Jared shifted and put his knees a little further apart, making a little more room, just in case Jensen needed it.

Jensen chuckled and pushed his tongue deeper, then began to open him up with a slow, steady fucking in and out. He worked one finger into Jared alongside his tongue and tugged at the ring of muscle, coaxing it open. "So good, baby, make you feel so good. Get you all ready and wet so I can feel you squeezing my cock inside you."

Jared groaned and pushed back a little onto Jensen's finger. "Yes, please," he said, and turned his head away from the pillow. "Please. Yes, please f-f-fill me. Want to feel you."

"You'll feel me." Jensen worked another finger inside. "Can't wait to fuck you, baby. Tell me what you want, Jay. Say 'fuck me, Jensen'. Tell me." He bent and pushed his tongue inside again, sliding it into Jared between his fingers. He moaned as his fingers curled inside Jared.

When Jensen moaned, it seemed to vibrate through Jared's whole body, and he tensed, making the fingers inside of him seem more, bigger, almost enough but still not quite there. And Jensen was still licking him, something Jared had never thought would feel this damn good, but it did. He swallowed, hard.

"Want it," he gasped, fingers spreading before clenching again. "Want you, Jensen."

Jensen laughed against Jared's ass. "Come on, Jay. Not until you say it." Jensen's fingers slid free, and then there was a faint click, and Jensen's fingers were back, cool and slick as they slid back into Jared. Jensen moaned softly as he worked Jared with his fingers, then he licked Jared again from his balls to his hole. "Tell me to fuck you."

Shaking his head and suddenly glad Jensen couldn't see most of him, Jared burrowed further into the pillows to hide the hot blush he had somehow managed. "Make love to me, Jensen," he said quietly, feeling like a jackass but needing Jensen to understand how he felt about this. Jensen was going to be the only person Jared would ever sleep with, and he needed this first time at least to be something special. "Make love to me."

Jensen froze, and then suddenly his fingers were gone and his tongue was stroking up Jared's spine as Jensen's body covered him. "I will make love with you, Jared. We'll do everything together, for the rest of our lives. Remember?" A wrapper rustled, the lid of the lube bottle clicked again and then the head of Jensen's cock pressed to Jared's hole. "Interactive."

"Right," Jared said, and took a deep breath, pushing up onto his forearms and looking over his shoulder at Jensen. "Rest of our lives." Feeling bold, Jared pushed back a little, wanting to feel Jensen inside, wanting to know what it was like at long last. "I love you."

"I love you." Jensen smiled. Rubbing his free hand aimlessly over Jared's back and hip, Jensen began to push inside. "Relax, baby, okay? And push back as I push in. It helps."
Jared nodded, biting his lip. He could feel Jensen pushing in, and it was way easier said than done to relax, but Jared did, breathing out and letting Jensen in. It was when Jared pushed back like Jensen told him to, though, that a tremor of pure pleasure rippled through him, and he groaned, pushing back again. He felt too full, but not painfully so, and if it hadn't felt so amazing, it might have frightened him.

"Jensen," he whimpered, pushing back until he could feel Jensen flat against his ass, as deep as he could go. "Jensen, I feel so... God, so good."

"I know," Jensen murmured, holding steady as Jared adjusted. "You're so tight, feel so good. Tell me when you're ready."

"I'm good," Jared said, still shaking. Jensen had been thorough and Jared had been stretched perfectly, and he knew he didn't need time. He just needed Jensen to move. "Please, Jen, I'm good."

Jensen pulled slowly out until the head of his cock tugged at the rim of Jared's hole, then he pushed back in again. Slowly out, just a little faster in, again and again, until Jensen was shaking as hard as Jared with the need for fasterhardernow. "Tight and hot, Jared, god, you feel so good. Feel even better with nothing between us." The next thrust in was a little harder, less smooth, as if Jensen's control had slipped. "We'll wait. I'll get tested and then when I know it's safe for you, we'll do this without the condoms. Be so good, baby."

Jared groaned at the thought of there being nothing between them at all, at how it would feel to be bare inside of Jensen, to have Jensen bare inside of him. And then Jensen hit his prostate, and Jared saw stars and completely lost his ability to think. All he knew was this, Jensen inside of him, making him feel so good. "Do that again," he begged. "Do it harder, please."

"I thought you'd never ask," Jensen groaned, and then began thrusting in earnest, setting a hard fast pace that rubbed over Jared's prostate with each push in and drag out. At first he managed words, telling Jared how good it felt, how good it was, all the things he wanted to do with Jared, how he'd never felt this with anyone else ever before. Finally, though, the words degenerated to helpless sounds interspersed with Jared's name, and Jensen reached underneath to wrap his hand around Jared's cock again. "Come," Jensen gritted out roughly, "please, come."

"Oh, god," Jared gasped, frozen between Jensen's hand and Jensen's cock, so completely overwhelmed by it all that for a moment, he had no idea what Jensen was asking him. But then the tension in Jared suddenly snapped, and he cried out, a broken sound that was almost a sob falling from his mouth as he came in hot, wet pulses that painted his stomach, the bed, and Jensen's hand. Jared felt like he was shattering, millions of pieces of Jared, all contained by Jensen, and he spasmed, cock lurching once more in Jensen's hand as he came some more, body not caring that he should be wrung dry already.

Jensen stroked him through it, buried deep inside Jared until the harshest spasms had passed and then he let go, hips jerking into Jared until he came too, teeth sinking into Jared's shoulder before he collapsed against him. They shook together, lungs heaving, and then Jensen eased back and coaxed Jared onto his side. Jensen spooned up close behind him and pressed his forehead between Jared's shoulder blades. "You okay?"

"Awesome," Jared panted in a rough voice. "Yeah. Definitely awesome. Fuck, I'm glad I waited for you to do that."

"I'm glad you waited too," Jensen said, and then began to laugh helplessly. "This is one of the reasons why I love you. You're so honest and so open and you just make me laugh." He quieted after a minute or so, and then said very softly, "I never expected to be happy, not really. But I will be with you." Jensen cleared his throat. "But if I have to finish college, so do you."

Jared froze. "Jensen, I don't..." He hadn't taken any of those tests colleges required, had known when he was in school that there was no way he was getting anywhere close to even a community college. He was just a grunt, and he knew it. "I'm better off working with my hands," he said quietly. "Besides, there's no way I can afford school. She spent everything. That's why she sent Chace to hook up with you."

Jensen kissed the damp skin over his spine. "I have more money than I could ever spend on my own in my life. And you've got a quick mind. At least look into it?" Jensen's lips curved against Jared's back. "It would be totally unfair to have to do my homework all by myself when I finally have a hot boyfriend to do it with me."

Turning to face Jensen, Jared kissed him. "Is that the only thing you want to do with your boyfriend?" he asked, going for suggestive but sounding more exhausted than anything else.

"Not even close," Jensen said. He curled himself tightly around Jared and yawned. "But I don't even want to do that right now." He sucked lazily at the cord of Jared's neck. "Right now I just want to sleep with you." He paused and pulled back enough to look into Jared's eyes. "You'll be here when I wake up, right?"

"Always," Jared promised seriously, hating himself for hurting Jensen that much to begin with. "Nothing, not act of God or crazy fairy godmother could make me run from you again." He smiled crookedly and kissed Jensen softly. "I love you."

Jensen kissed Jared back slowly, then pressed their foreheads together with his own crooked smile. "I love you too. Only let's not be this sappy in public, okay? You've turned me into a total girl."

Laughing, Jared waggled his eyebrows. "You sure have funny parts for a girl," he said, still laughing. Eventually, laughter subsided to snickers. "I'll let you try to keep your tough reputation, but I'm pretty sure your cover will be blown the first time you call me 'baby' in front of people, you know."

"That's just for you," Jensen murmured, but he blushed. "Unless you don't like it." He ran his hand up over Jared's chest without meeting his eyes. "You're an even bigger guy than I am and I never asked if it bothers you."

"I like it," Jared said, words utterly failing to express the bloom of warmth he got in his chest at the thought that there was this small, private thing between them. "Makes me feel like I'm yours. Besides," he added with a grin, "I'm a big boy. I think I can pull it off."

Jensen grinned. "You really are a big boy. And you really are mine. All mine." He tugged at Jared's lip with his index finger. "Go to sleep, baby. And when we wake up, together, I'll show you that fucking and making love are not mutually exclusive."

It was Jared's turn to look away in embarrassment, but he kept right on smiling. He was pretty sure, in fact, that he was going to be grinning like an idiot for a long time to come. "Sounds good," he said, looking at Jensen out of the corner of his eye, grin kicking up a notch. "I've loved everything you've shown me so far."

"I'm glad," Jensen said, and pressed their lips together again in a brief kiss, then settled himself comfortably in Jared's arms. "Sleep. Once we finally get out of bed, whenever that happens to be, I want to go look for our house."

Jared laughed. "House?"

Jensen nodded as his eyes drifted shut. "There's one pretty close to campus I've had my eye on, we'll see what you think."

There was a distinctly sleepy note to Jensen's voice, so Jared just shook his head and settled into the amazing comfort that was Jensen's mattress. "Whatever you want," he said. "So does this mean you want me live there with you?"

Jensen stiffened. "Only if you want to," he said, and then laughed awkwardly. "Now it's me getting ahead of myself. I guess I just thought..." His voice drifted off and he shrugged one shoulder. "Sorry. We can find you your own place."

"Don't be an idiot," Jared said, squeezing Jensen close. "Of course I want to. I haven't felt at home anywhere in so long until I met you. You think I'm going to give that up?" He snorted. "Not hardly. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, and if you don't want dogs and kids, you're out of luck, Jensen."

"We have to finish school before the kids, Jay." Jensen melted into Jared again and yawned.

"Plenty of time," Jared agreed quietly, a relieved grin stretching across his face at the casual way Jensen talked about their future together. "Rest of our lives. Now, about that nap?"

Jensen made a soft, vague sound of agreement, but was already nearly asleep, draped over Jared. He hummed a few vague notes, sang "when you're fast asleep" slightly off key under his breath, and then dropped off completely in the middle of humming again.

It was the song Jared had been trying to place for years, the one his mother used to sing to him, and Jared relaxed into the bed with a happy sigh. Smiling, he ran a hand up and down Jensen's back in a slow caress, tracing the bumps of his spine and the swells of bunched muscles. He knew Jensen didn't entirely believe him about Sera, But Jared also knew that without his fairy godmother, he would never have had a chance at this happiness. It filled him so completely, lighting up corners of his heart that he had thought dead and gone, and it was the kind of happy ending that normally only happened in fairy tales.

Jared supposed, as he fell sleep, tangled with his handsome prince, that it was the right kind of ending for them after all.

~*~

Sera fanned herself as she flew away from the window, . Really, she had outdone herself this time, and she knew it. True, they were sappy and emotionally clumsy and they would hurt each other accidentally hundreds of times over the years, but the truth was that they really did belong to and with each other. Jared would go to school, she knew, because Jensen wanted him to, and that boy was powerless against anything Jensen really wanted, and he would find a rewarding career working with under privileged children. For that same reason, they would move in to the seven-bedroom mansion Jensen had been eying, thinking how it would be a snug fit for them, even though Jared would be happy in a small, suburban bungalow. Jensen would teach Jared about letting yourself have what you want, and Jared would teach Jensen about helping others have what they need. Just the thought of it had Sera all verklempt.

And they would have lots of hot, sweaty sex. Which Sera fully intended on dropping by regularly to see, because not only were Jared and Jensen a sweet pair, they were smoking in bed. Even Sera hadn't known you could bend that way.

Proud of a job well done, Sera landed on the front lawn of the Ackles house, now stuffed to the seams with people and lives and love. Just like it should be. She dusted off her hands with a glittery shower of sparks, and fixed her gaze on another darkened bedroom window, a small smile forming.

Now, to see about that Ed kid...

~fin~