![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Title: Sparkly Balloons! Eleventy!!1!
Summary: Jensen and Jared meet for the first time.
Author's Notes: ryo_girl on SPN Story Finders was looking for Jensen-and-Jared bonding fic, around the time that the boys first met. And she got no hits. And the plot-bunny clung to my leg and gave me the Big Sad Eyes of Doom. And then there was fic. No beta, cuz I'm a rebel like that. As far as I know, Jared does not have sequined pink flipflops, but I got a pair of them for a guy friend as a gag, and HE WEARS THEM. Like, IN PUBLIC. I don't know if he's trying psychological prank warfare or what. But that's where that came from.
Disclaimer: There's no overt slash, so this may have actually happened. I kind of doubt it, though. Either way, I make no profit.
Jensen was kind of nervous. For one thing, he'd always been shy-the kind of shy that came with adjectives like 'painfully,' and SSRIs and weekly therapy. And for another thing, this guy-Paladecki or something-had beat him out for the role of Sam. He wasn't sure whether he was intimidated or resentful about that.
Jen crushed out his cigarette, gave himself a stern order to stop stalling, and went inside. Eric's secretary showed him into an empty office, and he paced for a few minutes before he managed to relax enough to sit down. The door of the office opened a second later, and a pink tornado blew in.
At least that was his first impression. Then the pink blur slowed down a little and Jensen saw that it was a guy. Six-foot-ginormous. Floppy hair, dark tan, the Grin That Ate Texas For Breakfast. A ridiculous button down shirt with-no lie-the ugliest pink flowers that Jensen had ever seen in his life. Baggy jeans worn white at the stress points and...pink flip-flops. With pink sequins on the bands. Either he was gayer than a Barbara Streisand concert or...no. Nobody was that secure in their masculinity. This was one of that rare species, a gay man with no fashion sense living in L.A.
"Um...hi." Jensen stood, hoping he'd feel a little less like a dwarf on his feet.
"Hey, I'm Jared. It is so great to meet you!" he enthused, sweeping Jensen off his feet in a crushing bearhug.
"Dude...personal space," Jensen managed to gasp, waiting for the familiar wave of panic to engulf him.
"Oh, sorry." Jared put him down, but kept one arm slung over his shoulders, fingertips stroking over the fabric of Jensen's t-shirt. "Jensen, right? Man, this is gonna be awesome."
"Only if we get picked up," Jen pointed out, voicing the thought that had been haunting him since he got the final callback.
Jared squeezed him until Jen made a sound reminiscent of a squeaker toy. "Don't even be like that, man, of course we're gonna get picked up. One Tree Hill just got a second season, come on. That shit just won't die."
"If that's indicative of the taste of the average WB viewer, we don't have a chance in hell," Jensen snarked.
"Eh." He shrugged. "Even if we don't get beyond the pilot, this is gonna be totally awesome. We're the leads, man, not just playing somebody's boyfriend."
"I hear that," Jen muttered. It was only when he went to start pacing again that he realized Jared still had an arm around his shoulders, and the contact hadn't bothered him at all. Interesting. "So, you're from Texas too?"
"San Antone," the kid drawled. "You're from Texas? Dude, you have like no accent."
"Thanks."
He smirked. "Wasn't a compliment."
"Oh, don't even go there, pal."
"Oh, I went there. I went allll the way there."
"Jared-"
"Jared! Jensen!" Eric swung in the door, all smiles. "Hey! Getting along?"
"Like a house on fire." Jared squeezed him again.
Eric took a moment to process that. "I never figured out if that was a good thing."
"Give us another couple hours and it'll be orange blossoms and wedding bells," was Jared's cheerful reply.
"Your girlfriend might object to that," Eric pointed out with a smirk.
"Yeah, Sandy's pretty cool, but..." Jared offered a sheepish smile and rubbed at the back of his neck.
"You're straight?!" Jen blurted.
Eric burst out laughing.
Jared tilted his head, giving Jensen a full dose of the Puppy Eyes of Emo Doom. "Why does everybody always say it like that? Am I giving off some sort of vibe?"
"Yes. Radioactive pink vibes." Jensen tugged at the sleeve of Jared's shirt to illustrate his point.
"I like pink."
"That's why everybody always says that."
"Jared also has a tendency to molest his male co-stars in front of the press," was Eric's helpful ad-lib.
"Super," Jen drawled, the words dripping sarcasm. It was a complete mystery to him how this exuberant puppy could possibly play Sam Winchester. They didn't have a chance in hell at a series.
It burned Jen to admit it, but Jared was perfect for the role.
All moptopped and clean-cut take-home-to-mama, and the kid could actually act, too, once he was steered away from any shiny objects. And they clicked like no one Jen had ever worked with before, an easy mocking back-and-forth perfectly suited to their characters, with just enough underlying tension to keep it interesting. Eric watched the screen test with a huge grin on his face, like somebody had just given him a lifetime supply of blowjobs.
"This is so cool," Jared enthused, draping himself over Jensen as soon as Eric stopped the playback. "Did you see us? We are AWESOME!"
Jen felt a smile tug at his lips, slow and sure as a sunrise. "Yeah, we are."
"Come on, I know this great place for barbeque. You'd swear you were back home."
"Sounds great," Jen heard himself reply. Clearly his mouth was operating without directions from his brain, because normally going to a strange place with someone he didn't really know was right up there with dental surgery for things Jen wouldn't do if you paid him. He had the feeling that Jared Padalecki was going to be the source of a lot of 'firsts' in his life from now on.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
~supernaturalgrl
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
That was awesome! I love Jared when he's written like a whirlwind of enthusiastic, clueless puppy. *claps*
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
Lovely story. A pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.
From:
no subject
From: (Anonymous)
no subject
From:
no subject