Salire's Stocking
People wanting to stuff salire's fannish stocking (say write drabbles/make icons/leave good wishes and such)?
This is the post to do it. Comments will be screened until the grand reveal: ( salire's interests are as follows: )
This is the post to do it. Comments will be screened until the grand reveal: ( salire's interests are as follows: )
When Jared comes in that night he looks exhausted. His shoulders are hunched, making him look smaller than he is; it's the opposite of how Megan had looked when she walked into the shelter.
The building has a steady din of clinking dishes and murmured conversation, but he hears Jared's quiet "Hey," well enough, like his ears are fine tuned to pick up on Jared's voice.
"Hey, kid," he says, smirking at the way Jared wrinkles his nose.
"I told you not to call me that."
"What? I can't hear you over all of the noise."
It feels ridiculously like a victory when Jared rolls his eyes, lips twitching into a small, lopsided smile.
"You up to helping me out again tonight?"
Jared's eyes spark the way they always do when Jensen has work for him. His face smooths over with determination every time. Jensen still isn't sure if he was like that before he found himself kicked out and on his own, or if it's something he developed since. Like he needs to make himself useful again somehow. He'd seen the same look in Jared's eyes the first time he ( ... )
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