Real Person Fic - CW: Homeward Bound
Title: Homeward Bound
Fandom: Real Person Fic: CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexual content including (consensual) bestiality
Word Count: 4,873
Author’s Note: Written for the Spring 2016 round of spn_masquerade for the prompt: Where one of the boys is the dog and the other one tries to restrain himself, but he's always wanted to get fucked by a dog. Maybe J1 cursed into being a dog and he changes back at the end, or he's a weredog who approaches J2 in dog form because he can smell that J2 gets aroused around dogs? If not from the dog's POV, I'd like some kind of indication that the dog knows what is going on and likes it a whole lot.
Summary: There's a curse on Jensen's family that forces every second son to be turned into a dog on his 38th birthday. Jensen learns about it the hard way.
Jensen gets the call the night before his 38th birthday.
His mother is on the other end of the phone, and she sounds…well, hysterical, frankly. He worries that someone in the family is dead, which is a real downer on birthdays, until finally she gets herself under control enough to talk.
"We didn't want to tell you because-" A sound that is possibly a nose blowing or a French horn going off is muffled in the background "-well, there's really nothing we can do and we didn't want to upset you in your last few weeks."
"Last few weeks?" Jensen asks. "Am I the dead relative?"
Because, yeah, definitely the worst birthday ever.
"Aww, no, honey. You'll be fine. Dad is flying up tomorrow to pick you up. You just stay put after it happens."
"After what happens?"
Jensen's mother sniffles. "Weren't you listening to a word I said earlier?"
"You mean the incoherent babbling for the first few minutes you were on the phone?" Jensen looks down at the open bag of chips in his lap and gets a guilty pang. It's possible that after hearing how incomprehensible his mom was he got tired of trying to figure out what she was on about and went to go grab a snack. What? He was hungry, and his attention span has been kind of all over the place lately and-
"Jensen!" he hears and he snaps back to it. Almost forty years old, and somehow the Mom Voice still makes him want to limp off with his tail between his legs. Well, you know. Metaphorical tail, because obviously Jensen doesn't have a tail though it would be kind of cool if…
"Sorry, mom," he says. "I'm just feeling a little distracted." He manages to stop himself before adding, 'And like I want to pee outside.' Jensen closes his mouth, wondering where the hell the urge to say that even came from.
His mother sobs across the line. "It's happening already. My baby!"
Jensen hears a "Donna, give me the phone" in the background, and suddenly it's his father's voice in his ear. "Son, how are you?"
"Dad, thank god." Jensen sniffs one of his chips, then licks it to taste before popping it into his mouth. "Is mom okay? She's not making any sense."
"Your mother's just upset because, well. There's no easy way to say this." He hears his father take a long breath and then he says, very fast, as if he's trying to get it all out before Jensen can really process it, "Your mother is upset because there's a curse on second sons in her family that makes them turn into dogs on the night before their 38th birthday."
Jensen snorts. "Okay, Dad. You guys do know my birthday is March 1st, not April 1st? There's a whole month in between."
"Tell him about the witch!" Jensen hears his frantic mother shout.
"Right, yeah. I'm getting to it, sweetie." Jensen's dad makes some soothing sounds, and then he returns his attention to the phone. "See, your great-great-grandfather-on your mother's side, for the record-was once engaged to a Polish witch. According to the story your mother told me, he, uh. Well, he left her at the altar and then came to America, where he lived for 5 years until the night before his 38th birthday, and then he turned into a dog. Of course by then he'd had two sons, and the same thing happened to the youngest and so on and so forth for many generations until. Well, do you remember your Uncle Frank?"
"I remember our Dalmatian Frank from when I was a kid?" Jensen replies.
"He was your uncle, actually. Turned when you were two, so I guess you don't remember-"
"You expect me to believe that my Dalmatian was my uncle cursed into a dog by a jilted witch."
"I didn't believe, either, when your mother first told me, but when I saw it happen to Frank, well. That kind of thing will make a believer out of anyone. Though, I'll be honest, son, your mother's brother was a pain in the ass. He was much better as a Dalmatian."
Jensen starts scratching an itch on his neck with his left leg. "Dad, what the hell?"
"It's not the leaving at the altar thing that upset her." It's Jensen's mother on the phone again, her voice still shaky, though under control enough to make words at least. "He convinced her to, well. The night before the wedding was supposed to be. Women weren't supposed to sleep with men before they were married, but he convinced her that since they were only one day away, she might as well. Apparently it was really bad sex, Jensen."
"Oh my god!" Jensen replies. "I never needed to hear you say those words!"
"I just want you to understand why this is happening to you," his mother continues in her agitated tone. "Abandoning a woman is one thing, but not helping your partner finish? Only a dog would do that."
"This is the weirdest prank in history," Jensen tells his mother. "I am hanging up to find some brain bleach now."
"Jensen, wait! Don't go anywhere before your father and I-"
Jensen hangs up and tosses the phone aside, then realizes he's been happily scratching himself with his foot for the last few minutes. That’s…not normal for him, he'll admit, but it doesn't mean he's about to turn into a Dalmatian or any other kind of dog for that matter.
Jared, he thinks. Yes. Jared. If anyone can help him find perspective and turn this really awkward joke his parents are playing on him into something actually funny, it'll be Jared.
That's the benefit of living right down the block from your best friend, right?
Jared is pretty great. Just thinking of him makes Jensen want to wag his-okay, seriously. What the hell?
He opens the door and walks outside into the cool night and smiles as he breathes in the Austin air. There are days Jensen is almost painfully grateful that Jared had the idea to move down here, even if he'll only admit it out loud after six or more beers.
Jensen starts walking toward Jared's place, but as he's walking, shit starts to get weird. Colors fade out, until everything is oddly muted, more greenish greyish around him than he's used to seeing on this road. Things are also…taller. Much taller. And when he looks down to the floor to see if he's really as much lower as it seems, there are two large brown-and-black paws where his feet should be.
It's an acid trip, he decides. Someone decided to slip something incredibly slow-acting into his lunch on set yesterday and it didn't really kick in until he landed today, which is actually pretty fortunate, because his career might have ended if he'd started to imagine he was turning into a dog in the middle of a crowded flight. Maybe that weird ass phone conversation with his parents didn't even happen either. Jensen bets it was Misha. Guy owes him and Jared payback for more than a few stunts they've pulled, but this seems a little extreme.
His best bet is still Jared, he's pretty sure. After all, he was friends with Chad Michael Murray for a few years. If that doesn't qualify you to coach someone through an acid trip, nothing does.
It's unsurprising that he bumps into Jared before he actually manages to go as far as his friend's house. Jared is in a black track suit with his phone and a bottle of water strapped around his slender hips, which Jensen takes a moment to appreciate, because Jensen is only human. It's obvious he's on the return leg of his run, because he's sweaty and breathing heavy and he both looks and smells delicious, which is actually not an uncommon thought for Jensen to have, if he's being honest.
The place of their meeting may not be surprising, but Jared's response when he sees Jensen definitely is.
"Hey," Jared says in a soft voice, approaching Jensen slowly. He puts one hand out as he bends low and, hah hah Jensen gets it, he's a little shorter than Jared. Except Jared doesn't look like he's being a smartass and Jensen doesn't find himself on level with Jared's face until Jared is kneeling in front of him.
"Aren't you a pretty dog?" he asks, and then he reaches out and ruffles the fur around Jensen's neck.
The fur. Around. Jensen's. Neck. Which means he's not on an acid trip unless the acid is also the kind that turns you into a dog. Which is something Jensen is pretty sure even Misha doesn't know where to buy.
Jensen tries to cry for help, and all that comes out are a few sharp barks. Jared laughs at the sounds he's making as he continues to pat Jensen.
"Who do you belong to, buddy?" Jared asks.
As his big hands circle Jensen and move down, checking for a collar, Jensen has the somewhat humiliating realization that he's naked in Jared's arms, and that means his clothes are sitting somewhere between his house and Jared's, wherever he actually turned into a dog without realizing it.
"Hmm," Jared says. "That's weird. You certainly don't look like a stray."
Jensen decides, fuck it. If he's going to be a dog, there might as well be some perks, so he steps forward and does something he could never get away with as a person. He licks a stripe all the way from the puddle of sweat in Jared's collarbone to his cheek. And yes, after all these years of wondering, Jared's deliciousness is finally confirmed.
He licks a few more times, the salty sweetness of Jared like an orgy in his mouth, and Jared laughs, pushing him away after a few moments.
"Well, at least I know you're friendly." He tilts his head to look around Jensen, and Jensen realizes to his horror that Jared is checking out his junk when he says, "Oh, wow. So. You're a boy. Definitely a boy."
Jensen can't help noticing with his super awesome new dog hearing that Jared's heart rate, which had been stabilizing after his run, picks up again as he observes Jensen. His eyes seem nearly stuck on Jensen's dick for a long moment as Jared's cheeks begin to flush, and he finally licks his lips before tearing his eyes away and rushing to his feet.
And, huh, interesting. Jensen always knew Jared loved dogs, but he didn't realize Jared loved dogs.
"Can't let you run around like that," Jared jokes. "You'll knock up all the girl dogs on the street."
Jensen's apparently not dog enough yet to find the idea of banging a poodle alluring, but following Jared's ass as he leads Jensen back to his house is just fine in Jensen's book, whether he's a human, dog, or umbrella.
They're back at Jared's place before long, and Jared starts rifling through the cabinets. "I should have some leftover dog food in here somewhere," he's saying as he heads to the kitchen. "Sadie's food went up to Vancouver with her last week."
Jensen stops at the mirror by the entrance of Jared's house rather than following Jared and stares at himself. He's a German Sheppard, apparently, which could be worse, if he has to be a dog at all. He's big even for the breed and he's still got his own eyes. The only thing that's kind of pissing him off is the spackling of dots along his snout. Freckles. Of course he would go through a complete physical transformation just to keep those stupid blobs on his face.
Jensen lifts his paw and rubs his nose as if he can scrub them off, then catches his own eyes in the reflection and realizes what he's doing. Nope, no way. He may technically be a dog, but under no circumstances is he going to give in to thinking and acting like one.
Down the hall, Jensen hears cabinets still opening and closing, but he's not hungry or particularly in love with the thought of eating kibble, so he hops up on the couch and, despite all the excitement of being turned into a dog, he falls asleep within moments.
He's not sure how much time has passed before he wakes up again, but when he does, Jared has joined him on the couch. He's changed out of his active wear, taken a shower, too, by the smell of him, and now he's sprawled out in a loose t shirt and boxers and Jensen…has some ideas.
At first, Jared doesn't even notice the way Jensen is crawling discreetly, a few inches at a time, until they're sharing space on the couch. Jensen only goes as far as he needs to for the tip of his nose to reach Jared's crotch, and then he starts to nudge gently at Jared's dick.
Jared's breath begins to hitch, and it only takes a few minutes of prodding before Jared's body starts to take notice. Jensen has him at halfmast when Jared realizes what's happening, and he instantly sits up, shoving Jensen's head away from him.
"Fuck! No! Bad dog," Jared says, but his voice is hoarse, and his boner is not wilting the way most dicks would when they realize they've been snuggling with a dog for the last several minutes.
Jensen whines, gives Jared his best unamused face, and keeps his eye on the prize. He's not sure if the expression translates to dog, but Jared has a way of always giving in when Jensen levels him with this look, flustered and obedient, and it always turns him on the way his hulking mass of a best friend gives in to him. bitch says a little voice in the back of Jensen's head, and it's got an edge to it, a little more possessive than the usual teasing way he calls Jared a bitch. Right now, it's like a biological imperative to make Jared his bitch.
Surprisingly, it works at first. Jared groans when Jensen nuzzles his cock again, sorta lets him get away with it until he sits up very suddenly and looks around for his phone.
"Jesus," he says. "I cannot let this happen."
Jared reaches out and Jensen watches him type out a text. He sends it and only waits a few minutes before sighing, dialing and bringing the phone up to his ear. Jensen can hear every ring until the call goes to voicemail, and then it's his own voice telling Jared to leave a message.
"Hey, Jensen," Jared begins after the beep. "It's me again. Starting to get kinda worried you're not answering my texts or anything. Anyway, if you get this, can you tell me if you know anyone in the neighborhood who has a male German Sheppard? I found one earlier today and I really need to find his owner before-yeah, anyway. He's got green eyes and he's really big, and he's sorta bossy. Kinda reminds me of you, actually." Jared laughs and Jensen barks, trying to give Jared a hint. Jared doesn't get it. He just finishes his message. "Just…call me back, man. Whether you know the dog or not. I-"
Jared hangs up and tosses the phone aside, as he says, "Miss you."
Jensen barks, trying to point to the phone with his paw, and Jared smiles as he pushes Jensen down and away. He unmutes the TV and turns his attention back to it, and Jensen waits about half an hour before he decides television is way more boring for dogs than it is for people, and he'd rather entertain himself with Jared's dick.
His approach is a little more direct this time. He climbs onto Jared and immediately noses his way into Jared's boxers, getting a lick in on Jared's dick before Jared can stop him. Jared does, but he also starts to get hard even faster than he had before.
"You're a persistent little pain in the ass, aren't you?" Jared asks, stroking Jensen's fur.
To his dog brain, "pain in the ass" and "Jared" computes as an open invitation, and Jensen is a dog with a bone in a very literal sense. So he shoves past Jared's hand and licks at his cock again.
Jared sits back and lets his head fall, and he sounds like he's in actual pain this time as he pushes Jensen away. "Such a gorgeous dog, though."
It's not hard to tell how much Jared wants him, and Jensen could be good, maybe, or maybe he can't. He's been dying for Jared for eleven years now, and all that pent up desire plus the weirdly feral drive to possess Jared is all working up inside of him, driving him to a frenzy.
When he starts licking the long base of Jared's cock again, Jared lets his head fall all the way back against the couch cushion. "Fuck. Fuck. Always did want to know what it be like to-no. I can't let this happen. I can't."
Jared's blocking is a little more successful this time, but he's apparently too turned on to let it go at that, because he shoves his boxers down, wetting one finger in his mouth before reaching down to push it into himself.
Jensen stops trying to force his way past Jared, because this is quite a show Jared has going, one hand on his shaft and the other inside of him and all of it completely on display. Jensen watches Jared, doesn't miss how Jared's heavy lidded eyes don't move from Jensen's. Like he's getting off on a dog watching him.
And Jensen? Is definitely getting off on this, too. Hell, if he has to spend the rest of his life as a dog, at least he's a dog that gets to watch Jared Padalecki masturbate. There are worse lives, that's all Jensen's saying.
Before long, it's too much to just keep being passive. Jensen moves forward, licking cheerfully at Jared's balls, because they're nice balls and Jared's not giving them enough attention, and that makes him sad. Jared is beyond fighting now; he laughs, shifting on the couch to make more room for Jensen.
"Stubborn as hell. You remind me of him," Jared pants. "Remind me of Jensen."
Jensen lifts his head from Jared's dick and barks, and Jared does that thing where his eyebrows and forehead all scrunch up. Jensen teases him for it all the time, but he secretly thinks it's adorable. "That's-that's crazy, right? You're definitely not Jensen?"
Jensen shakes his head and barks, and Jared sits up, pulling his fingers out of himself.
"Bark twice if you're Jensen," Jared tells him.
Jensen does it. Barks three times when Jared asks him to do that.
"No way this is too weird," Jared mutters. "Bark three times, then stop, then turn around in a circle if you're Jensen."
Jensen does all of that, and when he's done turning his circle, he meets Jared's eyes pointedly.
"Dude," Jared says. "You're a dog."
"Dude, you're an idiot," Jensen tries to reply. It comes out as bark-barkbark-baaark-barkbarkbark.
"I bet you just called me an idiot or something. In dog." Jared reaches his hand out, offering it to Jensen. The one that had been inside him. Jensen licks at it with relish.
"Okay, I suppose this isn't that weird, right? I mean. It kind of happened on the show once. So that's…"
"Lots of stuff happens on the show," Jensen replies. "And that doesn't make it happening in real life less weird."
This time his barking is a little sharper, the annoyance in the tone is pretty clear, even if what he's saying isn't. The weird thing is that apparently being turned into a dog has not made him fluent in the language. Even his own barks sound like nonsense to him. He wonders briefly if he's even pronouncing words right, if he'll get to learn how to understand what other dogs are saying, then remembers that there are more important things at stake here. Like Jared's dick.
"You have been acting sort of off the last few days," Jared muses to himself.
Jensen tilts his head, demanding to know how he's been off.
The wavelength he and Jared have spent over a decade perfecting seems to work just as well in dog as it does in human, and Jared answers him. Thank god for small favors. "You growled at one of the cameramen on Tuesday for putting his arm around my shoulder."
Jensen thinks back on it and, oh, wow. He did do that. Not that that guy had any right to touch his Jared.
"You almost bit Jeannie when she came up to fix my hair. Which is actually her job…" Jared gives him an earnest look. "We thought you were just stressed."
Actually, now that he thinks about it, there were a few warning signs, but he's giving himself a pass for missing them, because who assumes they're about to turn into a dog? Anyway, Jensen's much more interested in Jared's boner right now and he's a little hurt that Jared isn't.
Jensen ends the conversation by crawling forward and rubbing his own erection on Jared's leg. That makes Jared gasp, thrust up into empty air.
"Jensen," he chokes out. "Jensen, do you-do you want this?"
The question is pretty impressively stupid, and Jared's too smart a guy to be acting this slow. Jensen can't say as much, so he answers by humping Jared with a little more intent.
"Stop, stop," Jared says. Jensen immediately backs off. He's not going to force Jared to do this, even if he knows they both want to. "I mean. Have you always wanted it? Is it just because you're a dog, did that somehow mess with-?"
Jensen jumps up, licks right into Jared's mouth to shut him up. Jared doesn't really kiss him back, but he lets it go on as long as Jensen wants before Jensen pulls back.
"I've been in love with you for a really long time," Jared admits.
Jensen nods, presses one paw over Jared's heart, the way he so often did as a person, and Jared understands him. He goes full-on Sam Winchester puppy eyes as he smiles, but Jensen feels a little sad about it. It's nice to know his epic unrequited gay crush on Jared wasn’t actually unrequited, but what a time to find out. He may never get a chance to tell Jared all the things he swore he'd force himself to say one day.
"I want more than this," Jared tells him. His cheeks get all blotchy, and Jensen can't see the pink as brightly as he would as a human, but he remembers what Jared's blushes look like well enough to let his mind color it in. "Want to be yours, Jensen. Want you to claim me."
Jensen doesn't completely get what he means until Jared shifts, turns over so that he's on all fours, his arms braced on the couch and his ass up in the air.
And wow. Jensen's been offered a lot of pretty tempting things since he became an actor, but nothing could ever compare to the sight of Jared's broad expanse of back as he humbles himself for Jensen. As he makes it clear-he wants to be Jensen's bitch.
"Already opened myself up," Jared says, his face dropping into one of the end pillows. "Go on, Jensen. I was thinking of you the whole time. Almost always think of you when I fuck myself."
Neither the human side of him nor the dog side of him has any interest in turning this down.
Jensen rises onto his back legs until he's positioned over Jared, and then he lets himself settle. His front paws rest on Jared's shoulder, and Jared reaches back, guides Jensen's cock into him. Jensen wishes he could do it himself; he really took opposable thumbs for granted.
As soon as he's in Jared, he shoves forward all the way, and it feels completely different from fucking as a human. For one thing, his dick has a knot, which burns even hotter than the rest of his cock as it swells up inside of Jared.
There's no getting out, and Jensen takes a few aborted thrusts to get used to the way he can't really piston his hips how he's used to doing. All he can really do, stuck in Jared as he is, is fuck deeper and deeper, give Jared everything and then more.
To Jared's credit, he doesn't chicken out once it's started. He doesn't suddenly realize what he's doing and how out there it is and try to force Jensen out. He's…well, he's kind of a fucking whore for it, if Jensen's being honest.
Jared is loud. Jensen has been with screamers before, girls who practically belted, but Jared's something else. He's grunting heavily almost from the first push, shoving his tight little ass back and higher in the air and in every direction he thinks can get him more cock. Jensen is addicted to it, his paws scrabbling for purchase, claws leaving scratches, and he pushes into Jared savagely and Jared just loves it.
He licks Jared's back where there's blood beading, trying to soothe the ache, and Jared reaches back to pull his head onto his shoulder, patting Jensen. "Such a good boy, my Jensen," he says. "Love making me your bitch, don't you? Wanna take you for the rest of my life, oh god."
They go on like that for a long while until Jared sounds like he's on the verge of agony from how good he feels.
"Need to," he says as he reaches between his legs, gripping his cock and stroking it. Jensen wishes he could do that, too, but right now he's way too deep in Jared's ass to be upset about anything.
It's maybe a minute before Jared gasps out Jensen's name and lets his head drop to the cushion, and Jensen can smell the seed he just spilled into his hand. What Jensen isn't expecting is for Jared to lift his hand over his shoulder, offering to feed his come to Jensen.
Jensen licks at his fingers as he starts to climax. He throws his head back, letting out a long howl as he pumps Jared full of his juice, loving how the tightness of his knot takes a while to loosen, how there's more come being packed into Jared than Jensen's ever released as a human.
He stays inside of Jared after he finishes, loose and pliant and feeling on the verge of another nap when Jared says, "I think that was the best orgasm of my life."
A moment later, Jared makes a heavy 'oof' sound, and Jensen realizes why. He's human again, a lot heavier than he was as a dog, and all that deadweight lying on top of Jared is squashing him.
So he pulls out of Jared a little grudgingly and sits back on the other side of the couch. He stares down at his hands, a little in awe that he has them, that they each have five fingers on them. Even thumbs. Sweet, blessed thumbs. Jensen will never take them for granted again.
Jared is kind of slow to rise onto his elbows and look at Jensen over his shoulder.
"What the hell just happened?" Jared asks. He shifts to sit up, makes a half-disgusted, half-smug face at the messy state of his ass as the load Jensen planted in him begins to seep out onto his couch. "Other than really good sex."
"I was supposed to stay that way," Jensen says.
"You were a dog," Jared points out. Which, duh, but honestly, Jensen gets that this is something that takes some time to process. He didn't accept that he was a dog for like ten minutes after he started being one, so Jared is actually ahead of the curve.
"Yes," Jensen agrees. "But now I'm human. Uncle Frank stayed a dog. Mom made it sound like-"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jared asks.
A lightbulb goes off over Jensen's head, and he gives Jared a critical look. "You wouldn't have happened to have had, like, a great-great-great grandmother in Poland who was a witch?"
"Uh," Jared replies. "I don't know? I didn't think witches were real, so…"
"I'm pretty sure we just broke a centuries old curse," Jensen tells him, and then he can't help laughing. "I think my bloodline has owed yours an orgasm for a really long time now."
"Oh, well. That's…good," Jared says. "I mean, I'm glad you're not a dog anymore."
"Me too," Jensen agrees.
"You were a really hot dog, though," Jared continues, and he pouts for a moment. "I will kind of miss dog-you."
Jensen laughs, falling sideways on the couch until his face lands on Jared's shoulder. "We'll figure something out, Jared."
Jared smiles down at him, petting his head playfully. "That's my good boy."
Fandom: Real Person Fic: CW
Characters/Pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexual content including (consensual) bestiality
Word Count: 4,873
Author’s Note: Written for the Spring 2016 round of spn_masquerade for the prompt: Where one of the boys is the dog and the other one tries to restrain himself, but he's always wanted to get fucked by a dog. Maybe J1 cursed into being a dog and he changes back at the end, or he's a weredog who approaches J2 in dog form because he can smell that J2 gets aroused around dogs? If not from the dog's POV, I'd like some kind of indication that the dog knows what is going on and likes it a whole lot.
Summary: There's a curse on Jensen's family that forces every second son to be turned into a dog on his 38th birthday. Jensen learns about it the hard way.
Jensen gets the call the night before his 38th birthday.
His mother is on the other end of the phone, and she sounds…well, hysterical, frankly. He worries that someone in the family is dead, which is a real downer on birthdays, until finally she gets herself under control enough to talk.
"We didn't want to tell you because-" A sound that is possibly a nose blowing or a French horn going off is muffled in the background "-well, there's really nothing we can do and we didn't want to upset you in your last few weeks."
"Last few weeks?" Jensen asks. "Am I the dead relative?"
Because, yeah, definitely the worst birthday ever.
"Aww, no, honey. You'll be fine. Dad is flying up tomorrow to pick you up. You just stay put after it happens."
"After what happens?"
Jensen's mother sniffles. "Weren't you listening to a word I said earlier?"
"You mean the incoherent babbling for the first few minutes you were on the phone?" Jensen looks down at the open bag of chips in his lap and gets a guilty pang. It's possible that after hearing how incomprehensible his mom was he got tired of trying to figure out what she was on about and went to go grab a snack. What? He was hungry, and his attention span has been kind of all over the place lately and-
"Jensen!" he hears and he snaps back to it. Almost forty years old, and somehow the Mom Voice still makes him want to limp off with his tail between his legs. Well, you know. Metaphorical tail, because obviously Jensen doesn't have a tail though it would be kind of cool if…
"Sorry, mom," he says. "I'm just feeling a little distracted." He manages to stop himself before adding, 'And like I want to pee outside.' Jensen closes his mouth, wondering where the hell the urge to say that even came from.
His mother sobs across the line. "It's happening already. My baby!"
Jensen hears a "Donna, give me the phone" in the background, and suddenly it's his father's voice in his ear. "Son, how are you?"
"Dad, thank god." Jensen sniffs one of his chips, then licks it to taste before popping it into his mouth. "Is mom okay? She's not making any sense."
"Your mother's just upset because, well. There's no easy way to say this." He hears his father take a long breath and then he says, very fast, as if he's trying to get it all out before Jensen can really process it, "Your mother is upset because there's a curse on second sons in her family that makes them turn into dogs on the night before their 38th birthday."
Jensen snorts. "Okay, Dad. You guys do know my birthday is March 1st, not April 1st? There's a whole month in between."
"Tell him about the witch!" Jensen hears his frantic mother shout.
"Right, yeah. I'm getting to it, sweetie." Jensen's dad makes some soothing sounds, and then he returns his attention to the phone. "See, your great-great-grandfather-on your mother's side, for the record-was once engaged to a Polish witch. According to the story your mother told me, he, uh. Well, he left her at the altar and then came to America, where he lived for 5 years until the night before his 38th birthday, and then he turned into a dog. Of course by then he'd had two sons, and the same thing happened to the youngest and so on and so forth for many generations until. Well, do you remember your Uncle Frank?"
"I remember our Dalmatian Frank from when I was a kid?" Jensen replies.
"He was your uncle, actually. Turned when you were two, so I guess you don't remember-"
"You expect me to believe that my Dalmatian was my uncle cursed into a dog by a jilted witch."
"I didn't believe, either, when your mother first told me, but when I saw it happen to Frank, well. That kind of thing will make a believer out of anyone. Though, I'll be honest, son, your mother's brother was a pain in the ass. He was much better as a Dalmatian."
Jensen starts scratching an itch on his neck with his left leg. "Dad, what the hell?"
"It's not the leaving at the altar thing that upset her." It's Jensen's mother on the phone again, her voice still shaky, though under control enough to make words at least. "He convinced her to, well. The night before the wedding was supposed to be. Women weren't supposed to sleep with men before they were married, but he convinced her that since they were only one day away, she might as well. Apparently it was really bad sex, Jensen."
"Oh my god!" Jensen replies. "I never needed to hear you say those words!"
"I just want you to understand why this is happening to you," his mother continues in her agitated tone. "Abandoning a woman is one thing, but not helping your partner finish? Only a dog would do that."
"This is the weirdest prank in history," Jensen tells his mother. "I am hanging up to find some brain bleach now."
"Jensen, wait! Don't go anywhere before your father and I-"
Jensen hangs up and tosses the phone aside, then realizes he's been happily scratching himself with his foot for the last few minutes. That’s…not normal for him, he'll admit, but it doesn't mean he's about to turn into a Dalmatian or any other kind of dog for that matter.
Jared, he thinks. Yes. Jared. If anyone can help him find perspective and turn this really awkward joke his parents are playing on him into something actually funny, it'll be Jared.
That's the benefit of living right down the block from your best friend, right?
Jared is pretty great. Just thinking of him makes Jensen want to wag his-okay, seriously. What the hell?
He opens the door and walks outside into the cool night and smiles as he breathes in the Austin air. There are days Jensen is almost painfully grateful that Jared had the idea to move down here, even if he'll only admit it out loud after six or more beers.
Jensen starts walking toward Jared's place, but as he's walking, shit starts to get weird. Colors fade out, until everything is oddly muted, more greenish greyish around him than he's used to seeing on this road. Things are also…taller. Much taller. And when he looks down to the floor to see if he's really as much lower as it seems, there are two large brown-and-black paws where his feet should be.
It's an acid trip, he decides. Someone decided to slip something incredibly slow-acting into his lunch on set yesterday and it didn't really kick in until he landed today, which is actually pretty fortunate, because his career might have ended if he'd started to imagine he was turning into a dog in the middle of a crowded flight. Maybe that weird ass phone conversation with his parents didn't even happen either. Jensen bets it was Misha. Guy owes him and Jared payback for more than a few stunts they've pulled, but this seems a little extreme.
His best bet is still Jared, he's pretty sure. After all, he was friends with Chad Michael Murray for a few years. If that doesn't qualify you to coach someone through an acid trip, nothing does.
It's unsurprising that he bumps into Jared before he actually manages to go as far as his friend's house. Jared is in a black track suit with his phone and a bottle of water strapped around his slender hips, which Jensen takes a moment to appreciate, because Jensen is only human. It's obvious he's on the return leg of his run, because he's sweaty and breathing heavy and he both looks and smells delicious, which is actually not an uncommon thought for Jensen to have, if he's being honest.
The place of their meeting may not be surprising, but Jared's response when he sees Jensen definitely is.
"Hey," Jared says in a soft voice, approaching Jensen slowly. He puts one hand out as he bends low and, hah hah Jensen gets it, he's a little shorter than Jared. Except Jared doesn't look like he's being a smartass and Jensen doesn't find himself on level with Jared's face until Jared is kneeling in front of him.
"Aren't you a pretty dog?" he asks, and then he reaches out and ruffles the fur around Jensen's neck.
The fur. Around. Jensen's. Neck. Which means he's not on an acid trip unless the acid is also the kind that turns you into a dog. Which is something Jensen is pretty sure even Misha doesn't know where to buy.
Jensen tries to cry for help, and all that comes out are a few sharp barks. Jared laughs at the sounds he's making as he continues to pat Jensen.
"Who do you belong to, buddy?" Jared asks.
As his big hands circle Jensen and move down, checking for a collar, Jensen has the somewhat humiliating realization that he's naked in Jared's arms, and that means his clothes are sitting somewhere between his house and Jared's, wherever he actually turned into a dog without realizing it.
"Hmm," Jared says. "That's weird. You certainly don't look like a stray."
Jensen decides, fuck it. If he's going to be a dog, there might as well be some perks, so he steps forward and does something he could never get away with as a person. He licks a stripe all the way from the puddle of sweat in Jared's collarbone to his cheek. And yes, after all these years of wondering, Jared's deliciousness is finally confirmed.
He licks a few more times, the salty sweetness of Jared like an orgy in his mouth, and Jared laughs, pushing him away after a few moments.
"Well, at least I know you're friendly." He tilts his head to look around Jensen, and Jensen realizes to his horror that Jared is checking out his junk when he says, "Oh, wow. So. You're a boy. Definitely a boy."
Jensen can't help noticing with his super awesome new dog hearing that Jared's heart rate, which had been stabilizing after his run, picks up again as he observes Jensen. His eyes seem nearly stuck on Jensen's dick for a long moment as Jared's cheeks begin to flush, and he finally licks his lips before tearing his eyes away and rushing to his feet.
And, huh, interesting. Jensen always knew Jared loved dogs, but he didn't realize Jared loved dogs.
"Can't let you run around like that," Jared jokes. "You'll knock up all the girl dogs on the street."
Jensen's apparently not dog enough yet to find the idea of banging a poodle alluring, but following Jared's ass as he leads Jensen back to his house is just fine in Jensen's book, whether he's a human, dog, or umbrella.
They're back at Jared's place before long, and Jared starts rifling through the cabinets. "I should have some leftover dog food in here somewhere," he's saying as he heads to the kitchen. "Sadie's food went up to Vancouver with her last week."
Jensen stops at the mirror by the entrance of Jared's house rather than following Jared and stares at himself. He's a German Sheppard, apparently, which could be worse, if he has to be a dog at all. He's big even for the breed and he's still got his own eyes. The only thing that's kind of pissing him off is the spackling of dots along his snout. Freckles. Of course he would go through a complete physical transformation just to keep those stupid blobs on his face.
Jensen lifts his paw and rubs his nose as if he can scrub them off, then catches his own eyes in the reflection and realizes what he's doing. Nope, no way. He may technically be a dog, but under no circumstances is he going to give in to thinking and acting like one.
Down the hall, Jensen hears cabinets still opening and closing, but he's not hungry or particularly in love with the thought of eating kibble, so he hops up on the couch and, despite all the excitement of being turned into a dog, he falls asleep within moments.
He's not sure how much time has passed before he wakes up again, but when he does, Jared has joined him on the couch. He's changed out of his active wear, taken a shower, too, by the smell of him, and now he's sprawled out in a loose t shirt and boxers and Jensen…has some ideas.
At first, Jared doesn't even notice the way Jensen is crawling discreetly, a few inches at a time, until they're sharing space on the couch. Jensen only goes as far as he needs to for the tip of his nose to reach Jared's crotch, and then he starts to nudge gently at Jared's dick.
Jared's breath begins to hitch, and it only takes a few minutes of prodding before Jared's body starts to take notice. Jensen has him at halfmast when Jared realizes what's happening, and he instantly sits up, shoving Jensen's head away from him.
"Fuck! No! Bad dog," Jared says, but his voice is hoarse, and his boner is not wilting the way most dicks would when they realize they've been snuggling with a dog for the last several minutes.
Jensen whines, gives Jared his best unamused face, and keeps his eye on the prize. He's not sure if the expression translates to dog, but Jared has a way of always giving in when Jensen levels him with this look, flustered and obedient, and it always turns him on the way his hulking mass of a best friend gives in to him. bitch says a little voice in the back of Jensen's head, and it's got an edge to it, a little more possessive than the usual teasing way he calls Jared a bitch. Right now, it's like a biological imperative to make Jared his bitch.
Surprisingly, it works at first. Jared groans when Jensen nuzzles his cock again, sorta lets him get away with it until he sits up very suddenly and looks around for his phone.
"Jesus," he says. "I cannot let this happen."
Jared reaches out and Jensen watches him type out a text. He sends it and only waits a few minutes before sighing, dialing and bringing the phone up to his ear. Jensen can hear every ring until the call goes to voicemail, and then it's his own voice telling Jared to leave a message.
"Hey, Jensen," Jared begins after the beep. "It's me again. Starting to get kinda worried you're not answering my texts or anything. Anyway, if you get this, can you tell me if you know anyone in the neighborhood who has a male German Sheppard? I found one earlier today and I really need to find his owner before-yeah, anyway. He's got green eyes and he's really big, and he's sorta bossy. Kinda reminds me of you, actually." Jared laughs and Jensen barks, trying to give Jared a hint. Jared doesn't get it. He just finishes his message. "Just…call me back, man. Whether you know the dog or not. I-"
Jared hangs up and tosses the phone aside, as he says, "Miss you."
Jensen barks, trying to point to the phone with his paw, and Jared smiles as he pushes Jensen down and away. He unmutes the TV and turns his attention back to it, and Jensen waits about half an hour before he decides television is way more boring for dogs than it is for people, and he'd rather entertain himself with Jared's dick.
His approach is a little more direct this time. He climbs onto Jared and immediately noses his way into Jared's boxers, getting a lick in on Jared's dick before Jared can stop him. Jared does, but he also starts to get hard even faster than he had before.
"You're a persistent little pain in the ass, aren't you?" Jared asks, stroking Jensen's fur.
To his dog brain, "pain in the ass" and "Jared" computes as an open invitation, and Jensen is a dog with a bone in a very literal sense. So he shoves past Jared's hand and licks at his cock again.
Jared sits back and lets his head fall, and he sounds like he's in actual pain this time as he pushes Jensen away. "Such a gorgeous dog, though."
It's not hard to tell how much Jared wants him, and Jensen could be good, maybe, or maybe he can't. He's been dying for Jared for eleven years now, and all that pent up desire plus the weirdly feral drive to possess Jared is all working up inside of him, driving him to a frenzy.
When he starts licking the long base of Jared's cock again, Jared lets his head fall all the way back against the couch cushion. "Fuck. Fuck. Always did want to know what it be like to-no. I can't let this happen. I can't."
Jared's blocking is a little more successful this time, but he's apparently too turned on to let it go at that, because he shoves his boxers down, wetting one finger in his mouth before reaching down to push it into himself.
Jensen stops trying to force his way past Jared, because this is quite a show Jared has going, one hand on his shaft and the other inside of him and all of it completely on display. Jensen watches Jared, doesn't miss how Jared's heavy lidded eyes don't move from Jensen's. Like he's getting off on a dog watching him.
And Jensen? Is definitely getting off on this, too. Hell, if he has to spend the rest of his life as a dog, at least he's a dog that gets to watch Jared Padalecki masturbate. There are worse lives, that's all Jensen's saying.
Before long, it's too much to just keep being passive. Jensen moves forward, licking cheerfully at Jared's balls, because they're nice balls and Jared's not giving them enough attention, and that makes him sad. Jared is beyond fighting now; he laughs, shifting on the couch to make more room for Jensen.
"Stubborn as hell. You remind me of him," Jared pants. "Remind me of Jensen."
Jensen lifts his head from Jared's dick and barks, and Jared does that thing where his eyebrows and forehead all scrunch up. Jensen teases him for it all the time, but he secretly thinks it's adorable. "That's-that's crazy, right? You're definitely not Jensen?"
Jensen shakes his head and barks, and Jared sits up, pulling his fingers out of himself.
"Bark twice if you're Jensen," Jared tells him.
Jensen does it. Barks three times when Jared asks him to do that.
"No way this is too weird," Jared mutters. "Bark three times, then stop, then turn around in a circle if you're Jensen."
Jensen does all of that, and when he's done turning his circle, he meets Jared's eyes pointedly.
"Dude," Jared says. "You're a dog."
"Dude, you're an idiot," Jensen tries to reply. It comes out as bark-barkbark-baaark-barkbarkbark.
"I bet you just called me an idiot or something. In dog." Jared reaches his hand out, offering it to Jensen. The one that had been inside him. Jensen licks at it with relish.
"Okay, I suppose this isn't that weird, right? I mean. It kind of happened on the show once. So that's…"
"Lots of stuff happens on the show," Jensen replies. "And that doesn't make it happening in real life less weird."
This time his barking is a little sharper, the annoyance in the tone is pretty clear, even if what he's saying isn't. The weird thing is that apparently being turned into a dog has not made him fluent in the language. Even his own barks sound like nonsense to him. He wonders briefly if he's even pronouncing words right, if he'll get to learn how to understand what other dogs are saying, then remembers that there are more important things at stake here. Like Jared's dick.
"You have been acting sort of off the last few days," Jared muses to himself.
Jensen tilts his head, demanding to know how he's been off.
The wavelength he and Jared have spent over a decade perfecting seems to work just as well in dog as it does in human, and Jared answers him. Thank god for small favors. "You growled at one of the cameramen on Tuesday for putting his arm around my shoulder."
Jensen thinks back on it and, oh, wow. He did do that. Not that that guy had any right to touch his Jared.
"You almost bit Jeannie when she came up to fix my hair. Which is actually her job…" Jared gives him an earnest look. "We thought you were just stressed."
Actually, now that he thinks about it, there were a few warning signs, but he's giving himself a pass for missing them, because who assumes they're about to turn into a dog? Anyway, Jensen's much more interested in Jared's boner right now and he's a little hurt that Jared isn't.
Jensen ends the conversation by crawling forward and rubbing his own erection on Jared's leg. That makes Jared gasp, thrust up into empty air.
"Jensen," he chokes out. "Jensen, do you-do you want this?"
The question is pretty impressively stupid, and Jared's too smart a guy to be acting this slow. Jensen can't say as much, so he answers by humping Jared with a little more intent.
"Stop, stop," Jared says. Jensen immediately backs off. He's not going to force Jared to do this, even if he knows they both want to. "I mean. Have you always wanted it? Is it just because you're a dog, did that somehow mess with-?"
Jensen jumps up, licks right into Jared's mouth to shut him up. Jared doesn't really kiss him back, but he lets it go on as long as Jensen wants before Jensen pulls back.
"I've been in love with you for a really long time," Jared admits.
Jensen nods, presses one paw over Jared's heart, the way he so often did as a person, and Jared understands him. He goes full-on Sam Winchester puppy eyes as he smiles, but Jensen feels a little sad about it. It's nice to know his epic unrequited gay crush on Jared wasn’t actually unrequited, but what a time to find out. He may never get a chance to tell Jared all the things he swore he'd force himself to say one day.
"I want more than this," Jared tells him. His cheeks get all blotchy, and Jensen can't see the pink as brightly as he would as a human, but he remembers what Jared's blushes look like well enough to let his mind color it in. "Want to be yours, Jensen. Want you to claim me."
Jensen doesn't completely get what he means until Jared shifts, turns over so that he's on all fours, his arms braced on the couch and his ass up in the air.
And wow. Jensen's been offered a lot of pretty tempting things since he became an actor, but nothing could ever compare to the sight of Jared's broad expanse of back as he humbles himself for Jensen. As he makes it clear-he wants to be Jensen's bitch.
"Already opened myself up," Jared says, his face dropping into one of the end pillows. "Go on, Jensen. I was thinking of you the whole time. Almost always think of you when I fuck myself."
Neither the human side of him nor the dog side of him has any interest in turning this down.
Jensen rises onto his back legs until he's positioned over Jared, and then he lets himself settle. His front paws rest on Jared's shoulder, and Jared reaches back, guides Jensen's cock into him. Jensen wishes he could do it himself; he really took opposable thumbs for granted.
As soon as he's in Jared, he shoves forward all the way, and it feels completely different from fucking as a human. For one thing, his dick has a knot, which burns even hotter than the rest of his cock as it swells up inside of Jared.
There's no getting out, and Jensen takes a few aborted thrusts to get used to the way he can't really piston his hips how he's used to doing. All he can really do, stuck in Jared as he is, is fuck deeper and deeper, give Jared everything and then more.
To Jared's credit, he doesn't chicken out once it's started. He doesn't suddenly realize what he's doing and how out there it is and try to force Jensen out. He's…well, he's kind of a fucking whore for it, if Jensen's being honest.
Jared is loud. Jensen has been with screamers before, girls who practically belted, but Jared's something else. He's grunting heavily almost from the first push, shoving his tight little ass back and higher in the air and in every direction he thinks can get him more cock. Jensen is addicted to it, his paws scrabbling for purchase, claws leaving scratches, and he pushes into Jared savagely and Jared just loves it.
He licks Jared's back where there's blood beading, trying to soothe the ache, and Jared reaches back to pull his head onto his shoulder, patting Jensen. "Such a good boy, my Jensen," he says. "Love making me your bitch, don't you? Wanna take you for the rest of my life, oh god."
They go on like that for a long while until Jared sounds like he's on the verge of agony from how good he feels.
"Need to," he says as he reaches between his legs, gripping his cock and stroking it. Jensen wishes he could do that, too, but right now he's way too deep in Jared's ass to be upset about anything.
It's maybe a minute before Jared gasps out Jensen's name and lets his head drop to the cushion, and Jensen can smell the seed he just spilled into his hand. What Jensen isn't expecting is for Jared to lift his hand over his shoulder, offering to feed his come to Jensen.
Jensen licks at his fingers as he starts to climax. He throws his head back, letting out a long howl as he pumps Jared full of his juice, loving how the tightness of his knot takes a while to loosen, how there's more come being packed into Jared than Jensen's ever released as a human.
He stays inside of Jared after he finishes, loose and pliant and feeling on the verge of another nap when Jared says, "I think that was the best orgasm of my life."
A moment later, Jared makes a heavy 'oof' sound, and Jensen realizes why. He's human again, a lot heavier than he was as a dog, and all that deadweight lying on top of Jared is squashing him.
So he pulls out of Jared a little grudgingly and sits back on the other side of the couch. He stares down at his hands, a little in awe that he has them, that they each have five fingers on them. Even thumbs. Sweet, blessed thumbs. Jensen will never take them for granted again.
Jared is kind of slow to rise onto his elbows and look at Jensen over his shoulder.
"What the hell just happened?" Jared asks. He shifts to sit up, makes a half-disgusted, half-smug face at the messy state of his ass as the load Jensen planted in him begins to seep out onto his couch. "Other than really good sex."
"I was supposed to stay that way," Jensen says.
"You were a dog," Jared points out. Which, duh, but honestly, Jensen gets that this is something that takes some time to process. He didn't accept that he was a dog for like ten minutes after he started being one, so Jared is actually ahead of the curve.
"Yes," Jensen agrees. "But now I'm human. Uncle Frank stayed a dog. Mom made it sound like-"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jared asks.
A lightbulb goes off over Jensen's head, and he gives Jared a critical look. "You wouldn't have happened to have had, like, a great-great-great grandmother in Poland who was a witch?"
"Uh," Jared replies. "I don't know? I didn't think witches were real, so…"
"I'm pretty sure we just broke a centuries old curse," Jensen tells him, and then he can't help laughing. "I think my bloodline has owed yours an orgasm for a really long time now."
"Oh, well. That's…good," Jared says. "I mean, I'm glad you're not a dog anymore."
"Me too," Jensen agrees.
"You were a really hot dog, though," Jared continues, and he pouts for a moment. "I will kind of miss dog-you."
Jensen laughs, falling sideways on the couch until his face lands on Jared's shoulder. "We'll figure something out, Jared."
Jared smiles down at him, petting his head playfully. "That's my good boy."