Guitar Hero World Tour
Title: Guitar Hero World Tour
Characters: Jared and Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,386
Warnings: Cuteness :P
Disclaimer: Definitely don't know them at all. Totally made this up!
Synopsis: Jared and Jensen are BFF. Yes, that's my synopsis, lol.
Notes: I'm pretty sure this is the last one. Four to round it out! Check out the previous installments!
The first time Jared had begun to sing with Jensen, Jensen had laughed. Jared had blushed and ducked his head, immediately shutting himself up, and Jensen nudged him and smiled, encouraging him to keep going. He hadn’t meant for the laugh to be taken that way. He wasn’t laughing at Jared, and figured Jared would know that. But if Jared was ever shy about anything, it was singing in front of people. True, Jared was far from being the best singer, but it wasn’t as if Jensen considered himself to be, either. Besides, this was all just for fun, and Jared should be able to join in and enjoy himself, no matter how he sounded.
“Sorry,” Jared mumbled, shaking his head and giving a shy smile.
“Go on,” Jensen said, nudging Jared again and shrugging. “Didn’t mean anything by it. Have fun.” When Jared still looked reluctant, Jensen stopped playing and elbowed Jared a bit harder, grinning playfully. “Come on, man, join in. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.”
Jensen started strumming his guitar again, watching Jared’s face for a reaction. He saw when the realization dawned and Jared smiled, catching on and playing with him. Just for kicks, he started in on the last verse, lyrics he and Jared had had much experience with.
“And I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps ‘cause I might not make it back
I’ve been everywhere…”
He turned to Jared just in time to see him grinning and belting out an, “Ooooh, yeeeeah,” and he felt a surge of adrenaline, strumming harder and singing louder. He couldn’t believe how much better it felt to do this as Jared and Jensen, rather than Sam and Dean. There was no excess baggage, no hidden emotion or impending doom. It was easier, more relaxed. He didn’t have to try harder to sing off-key as Dean, and Jared could break free even more than he had as Sam. Jensen couldn’t help but wonder, as horrible as they might have sounded to anyone else, why they’d never done this before. He could tell Jared was thinking the same thing when they came to the end of the song, eyes bright beneath the hair flopping into them, smile wide as he laughed and bounced energetically.
“Start from the beginning?” Jared asked.
“Absolutely.”
Singing together became an even better stress reliever than just playing together. It was the simple principle of no pressure. And Jensen somehow knew that it would only work with Jared. Jared would hardly notice or care if he slipped and ended up off-key. It was freeing. And having Jared next to him, relaxed enough to sing at the top of his lungs in an attempt to break the windows, only lifted his own spirits higher, odd as it was. It just seemed to make it that much more evident that Jared had left all of Sam’s baggage at the door, which made it easier for Jensen to drop Dean’s own issues. He looked over at Jared and shook his head slightly as they effectively butchered “Crazy Love,” and they both laughed their way through the next few lines of the song. Besides thinking that Jason’s eardrums would’ve burst by now if he could hear them, Jensen couldn’t help but think of how lucky he was to have this. Friends like Jared were extremely hard to come by, and he loved that his path in life had led him here. He didn’t know how he’d survive when the show ended…
“Jensen?”
Jensen jumped, Jared’s voice breaking him out of a daze he hadn’t realized he’d fallen into. He looked up into Jared’s concerned gaze, only now realizing that they’d stopped playing, and Jared’s hand was resting on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong, man?”
“Nothing,” Jensen replied automatically, speaking before thinking and knowing it was a lie. The frown on Jared’s face told him that Jared knew it, too, and he sighed. “Look, it’s no big deal. I was just thinking too much. Don’t worry about it.”
“You’re not supposed to think at all when we’re doing this,” Jared said, setting his guitar aside. “That’s the whole point. What’s going on?”
“Jared…” Jensen was about to protest, and Jared was one step ahead of him, folding his arms over his chest stubbornly and tilting his head like Harley, fixing him with an expectant stare. Jensen laughed and ran a hand through his hair, clearing his throat and shifting, guitar still in his lap. “I was just thinking it’ll suck when this is over,” he said honestly, forcing the words out. “And as much as I bitch about the hours we work sometimes, and the early mornings…”
“You’ll miss it,” Jared finished. Jensen nodded. “Jensen,” Jared leaned forward, “We still have a whole other season to go after this one. Why are you thinking about the end already?”
“I don’t know,” Jensen admitted, shrugging. “It’s just one of those things, I guess. You know how it is. How life is. You think you have so much time, and then it just all goes by so fast. And we won’t be…”
Jared grinned. Dammit. Jensen had said too much, and he rolled his eyes and dropped his head in his hands, feeling the color rise to his cheeks.
“You’re gonna miss me,” Jared sing-songed. And for once, Jensen regretted giving Jared the confidence to sing in front of him. “You’re gonna miss waking up and seeing my face, and spending the whole damn day with me until you go to sleep. It’s okay.” Jensen heard the serious note in Jared’s voice and turned his head, opening his fingers enough to let one eye peek out. Jared laughed. “Suck it up, man,” Jared said, nudging him with his foot. “Not like I don’t know how you feel. We’re best friends. That’s how it is. God knows, I’m gonna miss waking up to your grouchy ass in the morning. I’ll probably be calling you for daily updates on your life.”
“As if you don’t already,” Jensen joked, straightening up. “When we go on break, I have to have a whole separate cell phone account just for you, you fuckin’ stalker.”
“You love it,” Jared retorted. “Shit, half the times I called you, you did most of the talkin’, you windbag. Just proves you have no life unless I’m around.”
“Nope!” Jensen exclaimed, idly strumming his guitar again. “You’re the center of my universe, Padalecki.”
“Hey.” Jensen looked over at Jared, who held a pinky out to him. “Let’s make a deal.” Jensen raised an eyebrow.
“Dude…are you seriously asking me to pinky swear?”
“Yeah, I know it’s stupid, but come on,” Jared persisted, his pinky moving closer. Jensen leaned away.
“I’m a thirty-year-old man, Jared. I think my pinky swearing years are behind me. If I ever even had any.”
“It’s us, we can do whatever the fuck we want,” Jared huffed, grabbing Jensen’s hand and linking their pinkies together. “Okay.” He nodded at their linked fingers in approval, and Jensen suppressed a chuckle. “I promise that, after Supernatural is over, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, I will take at least one night a month to put you on speakerphone and jam out with you.”
Jensen smiled, feeling warmth spreading in his chest. Jared poked him in the side with his free hand.
“Your turn, asshole.”
“Okay, okay!” Jensen swatted at the offending finger now repeatedly poking him in the ribs. “I promise. I promise that, no matter where I am in the world, I will take one night a month to play guitar and sing with your sorry ass.”
“You know this is a binding agreement, dude,” Jared reminded him, squeezing their pinkies together. Jensen squeezed back.
“My word is my bond.”
Jensen felt a little bit like a grade school student at a sleepover, but somehow even that was an enjoyable feeling. There were no other limits placed on his friendship with Jared. Why should age be one?
Jared picked his guitar up again, and they continued playing and singing together until the early hours of the morning. Jensen only hoped that they’d still be poking each other in the ribs and making promises with their pinkies when they were well into their nineties.
Characters: Jared and Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,386
Warnings: Cuteness :P
Disclaimer: Definitely don't know them at all. Totally made this up!
Synopsis: Jared and Jensen are BFF. Yes, that's my synopsis, lol.
Notes: I'm pretty sure this is the last one. Four to round it out! Check out the previous installments!
The first time Jared had begun to sing with Jensen, Jensen had laughed. Jared had blushed and ducked his head, immediately shutting himself up, and Jensen nudged him and smiled, encouraging him to keep going. He hadn’t meant for the laugh to be taken that way. He wasn’t laughing at Jared, and figured Jared would know that. But if Jared was ever shy about anything, it was singing in front of people. True, Jared was far from being the best singer, but it wasn’t as if Jensen considered himself to be, either. Besides, this was all just for fun, and Jared should be able to join in and enjoy himself, no matter how he sounded.
“Sorry,” Jared mumbled, shaking his head and giving a shy smile.
“Go on,” Jensen said, nudging Jared again and shrugging. “Didn’t mean anything by it. Have fun.” When Jared still looked reluctant, Jensen stopped playing and elbowed Jared a bit harder, grinning playfully. “Come on, man, join in. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.”
Jensen started strumming his guitar again, watching Jared’s face for a reaction. He saw when the realization dawned and Jared smiled, catching on and playing with him. Just for kicks, he started in on the last verse, lyrics he and Jared had had much experience with.
“And I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps ‘cause I might not make it back
I’ve been everywhere…”
He turned to Jared just in time to see him grinning and belting out an, “Ooooh, yeeeeah,” and he felt a surge of adrenaline, strumming harder and singing louder. He couldn’t believe how much better it felt to do this as Jared and Jensen, rather than Sam and Dean. There was no excess baggage, no hidden emotion or impending doom. It was easier, more relaxed. He didn’t have to try harder to sing off-key as Dean, and Jared could break free even more than he had as Sam. Jensen couldn’t help but wonder, as horrible as they might have sounded to anyone else, why they’d never done this before. He could tell Jared was thinking the same thing when they came to the end of the song, eyes bright beneath the hair flopping into them, smile wide as he laughed and bounced energetically.
“Start from the beginning?” Jared asked.
“Absolutely.”
Singing together became an even better stress reliever than just playing together. It was the simple principle of no pressure. And Jensen somehow knew that it would only work with Jared. Jared would hardly notice or care if he slipped and ended up off-key. It was freeing. And having Jared next to him, relaxed enough to sing at the top of his lungs in an attempt to break the windows, only lifted his own spirits higher, odd as it was. It just seemed to make it that much more evident that Jared had left all of Sam’s baggage at the door, which made it easier for Jensen to drop Dean’s own issues. He looked over at Jared and shook his head slightly as they effectively butchered “Crazy Love,” and they both laughed their way through the next few lines of the song. Besides thinking that Jason’s eardrums would’ve burst by now if he could hear them, Jensen couldn’t help but think of how lucky he was to have this. Friends like Jared were extremely hard to come by, and he loved that his path in life had led him here. He didn’t know how he’d survive when the show ended…
“Jensen?”
Jensen jumped, Jared’s voice breaking him out of a daze he hadn’t realized he’d fallen into. He looked up into Jared’s concerned gaze, only now realizing that they’d stopped playing, and Jared’s hand was resting on his shoulder.
“What’s wrong, man?”
“Nothing,” Jensen replied automatically, speaking before thinking and knowing it was a lie. The frown on Jared’s face told him that Jared knew it, too, and he sighed. “Look, it’s no big deal. I was just thinking too much. Don’t worry about it.”
“You’re not supposed to think at all when we’re doing this,” Jared said, setting his guitar aside. “That’s the whole point. What’s going on?”
“Jared…” Jensen was about to protest, and Jared was one step ahead of him, folding his arms over his chest stubbornly and tilting his head like Harley, fixing him with an expectant stare. Jensen laughed and ran a hand through his hair, clearing his throat and shifting, guitar still in his lap. “I was just thinking it’ll suck when this is over,” he said honestly, forcing the words out. “And as much as I bitch about the hours we work sometimes, and the early mornings…”
“You’ll miss it,” Jared finished. Jensen nodded. “Jensen,” Jared leaned forward, “We still have a whole other season to go after this one. Why are you thinking about the end already?”
“I don’t know,” Jensen admitted, shrugging. “It’s just one of those things, I guess. You know how it is. How life is. You think you have so much time, and then it just all goes by so fast. And we won’t be…”
Jared grinned. Dammit. Jensen had said too much, and he rolled his eyes and dropped his head in his hands, feeling the color rise to his cheeks.
“You’re gonna miss me,” Jared sing-songed. And for once, Jensen regretted giving Jared the confidence to sing in front of him. “You’re gonna miss waking up and seeing my face, and spending the whole damn day with me until you go to sleep. It’s okay.” Jensen heard the serious note in Jared’s voice and turned his head, opening his fingers enough to let one eye peek out. Jared laughed. “Suck it up, man,” Jared said, nudging him with his foot. “Not like I don’t know how you feel. We’re best friends. That’s how it is. God knows, I’m gonna miss waking up to your grouchy ass in the morning. I’ll probably be calling you for daily updates on your life.”
“As if you don’t already,” Jensen joked, straightening up. “When we go on break, I have to have a whole separate cell phone account just for you, you fuckin’ stalker.”
“You love it,” Jared retorted. “Shit, half the times I called you, you did most of the talkin’, you windbag. Just proves you have no life unless I’m around.”
“Nope!” Jensen exclaimed, idly strumming his guitar again. “You’re the center of my universe, Padalecki.”
“Hey.” Jensen looked over at Jared, who held a pinky out to him. “Let’s make a deal.” Jensen raised an eyebrow.
“Dude…are you seriously asking me to pinky swear?”
“Yeah, I know it’s stupid, but come on,” Jared persisted, his pinky moving closer. Jensen leaned away.
“I’m a thirty-year-old man, Jared. I think my pinky swearing years are behind me. If I ever even had any.”
“It’s us, we can do whatever the fuck we want,” Jared huffed, grabbing Jensen’s hand and linking their pinkies together. “Okay.” He nodded at their linked fingers in approval, and Jensen suppressed a chuckle. “I promise that, after Supernatural is over, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, I will take at least one night a month to put you on speakerphone and jam out with you.”
Jensen smiled, feeling warmth spreading in his chest. Jared poked him in the side with his free hand.
“Your turn, asshole.”
“Okay, okay!” Jensen swatted at the offending finger now repeatedly poking him in the ribs. “I promise. I promise that, no matter where I am in the world, I will take one night a month to play guitar and sing with your sorry ass.”
“You know this is a binding agreement, dude,” Jared reminded him, squeezing their pinkies together. Jensen squeezed back.
“My word is my bond.”
Jensen felt a little bit like a grade school student at a sleepover, but somehow even that was an enjoyable feeling. There were no other limits placed on his friendship with Jared. Why should age be one?
Jared picked his guitar up again, and they continued playing and singing together until the early hours of the morning. Jensen only hoped that they’d still be poking each other in the ribs and making promises with their pinkies when they were well into their nineties.