Padalecki Exanimating Services, PG 13, Part One
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Title Padalecki Exanimating Services (Mirror Touch)
By weekend_exile
Fandom Supernatural RPS
Pairing Jared/Jensen
Rating PG 13
Betas:. My two kickass beta's, who rock my world so. Hard. Sorry for all the shit I put you through, lovelies evian_fork n jonjokeat, who are like, the ultimate rockstars.
Summary Jared's an exorcist with an unusual ability, and Jensen's the ghost haunting his apartment. AU.
Word Count 12k
Part One
A thin trickle of bluish blood runs from the corner of the wraith’s mouth, and her hair falls in matted clumps into her eyes as she glares at Jared. “I don’t know!” she cries, clutching at her ribs.
A touch on his arm. Jensen.
"You believe her?" Jared asks incredulously. He stops chanting though, just in case.
Jensen makes a half-shrugging gesture, and motions at him to wait. Jared glares at them both as Jensen moves towards the wraith and reaches out to touch her.
She flinches back, glassy-eyed, but Jensen smiles his usual reassuring, not-quite-here-yet smile and touches her on the forearm anyway.
Jared watches impatiently as Jensen's eyes -turning a darker green with each millisecond- grow lidded as he skims through her memories. Finally, he lets go and shakes his head.
"No good." He says, then clears his throat. Times like these are when his protests that his materializations are smooth seem like the utter bullshit they are. "Someone's gotten at her head."
Jared rolls his eyes, fists clenched. "Real helpful, is what you are. Now I'll have to take it from the top."
Jensen makes a clawing gesture with his hands. He looks tense, the line of his shoulders now perfectly visible and rigid. "No, goddammit. You're asking the wrong questions."
Jared grits his teeth and steps back, inviting him to take over.
"Okay," Jensen says. He turns to the wraith, still bound to the iron chair. "You keep saying it wasn't him, that it couldn't be him. Any particular reason?"
The wraith eyes him through wary bloodshot pupils, and Jared mentally bookmarks the incantation he was about to dish out. "I told him already," she says in a low whine. "He was too smart for that, swear he was."
"Alright," Jensen says evenly. "But how do you know he was so smart? I mean, what evidence do you have?"
For almost a full minute, both Jared and the wraith stare at him.
Then she says, hesitant, "Well, he was always quiet, brooding, like. And he never looked away from his books." Her voice grows fainter with every word, eyes widening. "But he never fought back, either. Oh."
With that, she disappears.
Jared turns to Jensen, eyebrows raised.
"Sent her to the Department." Jensen explains. He tries to make it sound casual but he's breathing a little faster than usual.
Jared decides to let it go. "Celebratory drinks?"
"Not this time, my ears are fucking bleeding." Jensen groans. "Fucking wraiths."
"Hey, you had to be up close and personal maybe what, ten minutes." Jared points out. "I was poking at her for two hours at least."
Jensen grins, a tired grin that still makes his eyes shine bright, standing out in his translucent face. Jared can’t help it; he leans over and brushes his lips against Jensen’s forehead lightly. Jensen smiles a little, and says, "Anyway, you liked it. You're such a Latin thug."
Jared grimaces. They begin walking out of the abandoned warehouse, leaning against each other a little as they reach the sidewalk. Jared misses the dark briefly, as he always does; in the light of the streetlamps, Jensen's features aren't so defined, and it only gets worse as the light grows. "Yeah, well, otherwise how could you've played good cop?" He bumps their shoulders together a little and smiles.
When they reach the well-lit part of the city, they straighten, Jared arranging his tie and Jensen looking as scruffy as he was when he died nine years ago. Jared keeps him just at the edge of his periphery at all times, not liking the way Jensen's paler than he ought to be under the wash of the neon lights, so that he's almost transparent. He imagines that that's probably what angels look like.
"You heading downtown?" Jensen asks, jerking his head at a street corner.
Jared smiles at an old lady with a dog who passes right through Jensen. The dog looks mildly unnerved, but the lady beams right back. Jensen glares at him.
"Yeah, have to. Paperwork." Jared says in answer to his question, still kinda smirking. It's a weak smile now, on the verge of fading to nothingness. He really, really hates paperwork, and there are piles of it associated with tracking wraiths.
Jensen nods. "Okay. Come back in time for dinner."
"'kay." Jared gives him a quick nod before anybody notices.
Jensen's lips quirk upwards a little, and the little that was visible of him vanishes entirely.
*
The Department's nearly empty by the time Jared resurfaces from the mound of paperwork that awaited him. The officer assigned to work with him occasionally pops by with caffeine and candy, but he's mostly busy with his own forms. There's a joke about how the one place where it pays to have a Duplication charm worked is the Department, so that you could use the doppelganger to do your paperwork for you, but it's a bad one. Jared just really needs to go home.
He files his final report of the case and looks into Officer Singer's desk.
"I'm heading out," he says, managing a nod, his sore neck muscles aching dully in protest. "Good night."
"Night, son. Good work from you today." Singer says, looking up from his desk. He gives Jared an equally worn-out nod of dismissal. In the harsh light of the offices, he looks older than he does normally, and Jared sees why he's thinking of retirement. This job isn't exactly cut out for the world-weary, and Singer deserved to go out surrounded by his family, not in some warped battlefield.
He steps out into the humid night. He passes all the landmarks, the vegetable sellers and the hotdog stands, the quiet barely-visible spirit that perpetually haunts the steps of one particular apartment building who Jensen insists is harmless. Jared smiles perfunctorily at it and it ignores him as usual, gloomily watching the crowd passing by.
It's a short walk from the Department to their place, and Jared makes it in ten minutes, exhausted down to the bone.
Cad greets him at the door, bumping into his legs and purring loudly. Jared goes through the motions of locking and switching the alarm systems on again before he picks him up.
By rights, Cad should have died within three to four months of Jared’s company; being an Exanimator, Jared unwittingly exudes a force enough to kill a grown man within a week. Cad seems to be mostly immune to the radiation Jared gives out, and seems to like him just fine. It baffles Jensen, who spends nights coming up with calculations about the limitations of Jared’s powers.
Cad purrs ever louder in approval as Jared strokes his long soft fur, and Jared grins, amused in a dead-on-his-feet kinda way.
Jensen walks into the living room, eyebrows raised. "Thought I heard the bitter sounds of desertion. You," he tells Cad, "were supposed to be helping. Groom-whore."
Jared hands him the cat. "You know, no matter how many times you call him weird names, I won't believe you can actually talk to him."
"That's exactly what he wants you to believe, right, buddy?" Jensen asks, and Cad meows loudly in appreciation of so much attention. Jensen looks up triumphantly and Jared rolls his eyes.
"Fine, whatever. You're the undead cat whisperer, awesome." Jared sidesteps them and heads to his room. "I'm about to crash."
"Nuh-uh." Jensen steps in to block his path. "No way, man. Eat something first, or you'll be taking it out on me tomorrow."
Jared thinks longingly of his bed. "But-"
"No buts." Jensen tugs at his sleeve a little. "Come on, I made lasagna."
Put like that, it doesn't sound like a hardship. He looks down and notes, disjointedly, that Jensen's freckles are visible again, which meant that Jensen is going on all cylinders.
He feels obscurely glad they installed soft UV lamps in their apartment, staring down at Jensen. He thinks vaguely of the people who probably got to see Jensen a lot more solid than this all those years ago.
Jensen blinks, his curved eyelashes almost brushing his cheeks. "Uh," he clears his throat. "Dinner?"
Jared snaps out of it, stepping away and saying quickly, "Right, dinner," and trying to force down his blush.
Jensen smiles at him knowingly as he goes into the kitchen. Jared decides that ignoring him is the best option.
*
To reward themselves for cracking the two-week long McCarthy case, Jensen and Jared take the next day off. Jared calls his secretary and tells her he's taking the day off, and she seems almost weirdly happy for him. When he mentions this to Jensen, however, he snorts and says, "She's just looking out for you, you workaholic freak."
They clean around the house, fix the leaking tap and Jensen even manages to rewire the circuit in the kitchen so that the lights don't go out when you plug in the blender anymore. Jared's forced to admit he's impressed, and Jensen looks ridiculously pleased with himself.
Late afternoon, Jared goes out on a supply run, armed with a detailed shopping list in Jensen's neat, slanted handwriting. Jared tries to wheedle out of it, but Jensen’s very firm about not going into stores where the cashier can’t see him.
Predictably, he gets stuck on the finer details halfway, and has to call Jensen for clarification.
"By potatoes into six, did you mean six potatoes or does this represent some sort of Undead unit?" Jared asks, phone jammed between his shoulder and his ear. "And they're having some kinda promotion for that brand of aluminum foil you like, look, two for one, I-"
A tap on his arm. Jensen.
"You have got to stop doing that," Jared complains, still speaking into the phone.
Jensen makes a face. He's still semi-transparent, not able to speak properly just yet. Jared decides to seize the opportunity.
"Was only trying to get it right," he switches on the puppy eyes. "I know how important aluminum foil is to you, and I was just trying to get a lot so you-"
"Fuck you, Padalecki," is the first thing out of Jensen's mouth. The second is, "I'm here for the potatoes."
Jared grins widely. "You keep telling yourself that, Jen."
Jensen snatches his potatoes away from him and examines the tag suspiciously. Jared's just about to point out that there's little likelihood of him choosing the poisoned ones from a selection of over a thousand or so potatoes when a voice says from behind, "How is he doing that?"
Both Jared and Jensen whip around, Jared's hand flying to his waistband for his gun. He doesn't let go when he sees the girl, translucent and shimmering a little.
Jensen raises his eyebrows politely, ever the gentleman. "Excuse me?"
"You can touch them." She points out. Narrowing his eyes, Jared can tell she was about his age when she died, somewhat recently if her visibility was to be trusted. Of course, she could be a dumb shit who went around draining her energy by animating zombie armies to back her roommate when he's fighting with vamps the way Jensen recently did, but Jared doubts it. "All that stuff. You're touching them."
Jensen smiles gently. "No, I'm not." He lies smoothly. "I'm levitating them close to my hands. It's a closure thing. And you are?"
"Danneel," the girl says, and drifts closer. The overhead lights catch her hair just so and Jared catches a flash of coppery red before it recedes to the standard nondescript dark shade.
Jensen sticks out a hand. "I'm Jensen, and this is Jared." He says easily. Jared watches them shake hands and wonders whether she can feel the slight warmth in Jensen's. Probably not. Humans and spirits alike only preferred to see what was pointed out to them, and Jensen was being very careful.
She smiles. She's got a nice smile, one that makes her glow brighter, her form taking on more solidity for a couple of seconds. "Nice to meet you, Jensen and Jared. I'll have to learn that trick," she tells Jensen. "Very neat."
Jensen smiles a little ruefully. "I had to practice a lot myself," he says. Jared gives him an incredulous look even as he takes care not to step into Danneel's range. They'd have a harder time explaining if she realized he could touch her as well.
"Well, it must be nice to have someone to hang out with," Danneel says wistfully. "I mean, I have a bunch of friends, but none are, you know, alive."
"Yep, I'm special alright." Jared says, smiling widely. Danneel looks a little startled, like she didn't actually think he could talk. "And you're welcome to drop by anytime you want."
She smiles uncertainly. "Okay then." she nods to herself. "Let's see how it goes."
Jensen, for once, doesn't protest against this passive what-will-be-will-be world view that spirits tend to have. He smiles sweetly and sends her off.
Jared raises a single eyebrow. "Picking up chicks in the grocery store doesn't really seem your style, Jen."
Jensen looks irritated. "Jerk. Did you see how close she was to touching you?"
"I saw how close she was to touching you. In all kinds of places."
Jensen stares at him, disbelief written clearly on his face. It makes him stand out, giving him a kind of pissed-off solidness. Jared glares right back.
"Jay," Jensen says, forcibly calm. "You sound like a really, really jealous boyfriend. And it's kind of extremely annoying."
Jared slumps. It just seems like it isn't worth the hassle of getting into a fight over with Jensen, especially since Jensen maybe has a point. They've never had a serious argument in the three years since Jared accidentally moved into the apartment Jensen was haunting, and he doesn't really feel like starting one now.
"Yeah alright." he says, bitchy but accepting.
Jensen grins, bright and true, and he looks almost human, solid breathing love of Jared's life. It makes his breath catch in his ribs. "Best roommates since 2009," he crows.
Jared smiles back weakly. Sometimes he can't stand how good Jensen looks. "That's right," he says.
*
"They call her the Exterminator," Jeff says.
Jared can't help his grin.
Jeff glares. "Not a word from you. What's Jensen say?"
Jared looks over at Jensen's chair. He looks about as amused as Jared is, grinning from ear to ear.
Jared turns back to Jeff, tries to will his smile away. "Um. She's a vamp hunter with a rep for hunting vampires? Seems kinda counter-productive."
"Exactly." Jeff says emphatically. "Dumb as shit, you'd think. But she's got a higher success rate than the Department itself. Any ideas how?"
"Maybe she's so stupid the vampires burn themselves rather than listen to her." Jensen points out, and Jared snickers. Jeff glares at Jensen's chair.
"Rumor is, she's got a god on her side." Jeff says, and Jared's smile slides straight off his face. "Not your garden variety pixie either, but a fully-fledged mythological slaughter machine."
There's a long, tense silence. "Grade A?" Jensen asks finally. He's paler than he's been in weeks.
Jared relays the question to Jeff. "We're thinking 2B to A, yeah." Jeff looks antsy. "Normally we wouldn't give a flying fuck, but a binding spell that heavy has to be some nasty shit. Not to mention the possible repercussions when it eventually wears off."
Jared grimaces. Somehow, he's not onboard with facing off a pissed-off pagan god.
Then, something occurs to him.
"Why vampires?" Jared asks, just as Jensen says, "Gotta be a reason for hunting vamps."
Jeff looks bemused. "Beats me. Maybe it saw those godawful movies. I was nearly slaughtering everyone with my mind back then."
"Justifiable," Jensen says.
Jeff tips his head sideways. "I nearly heard something then. Did Jensen say anything?"
"Yeah, he's singing the My Little Pony theme right now." Jared says morosely. He finds it annoying that Jeff is so enthralled with Jensen without even seeing the guy. Jeff's as human as they come, quick on the draw and handy with any weaponry from a penknife to an elephant gun, but when it comes to Jensen he’s this giant fangirl.
"I'm sure." Jeff says, and Jensen merely rolls his eyes, looking preoccupied. "So. You two taking the case, then?"
Jared looks at Jensen. He's making one of Jared's pencils levitate in the air lazily, one of his tics when he's thinking. Jared waits it out.
Finally, Jensen nods. "Think I know a couple of people in the grapevine who are bound to know something. We should take this one, Jay."
Jared nods. "Sure, alright," he tells Jeff. "Though we're not lifting a finger until we see our checks for the McCarthy case."
Jeff nods seriously. "Fair enough. I don't really trust anyone else out there."
Jensen snorts. "His flattery is spot-on; it's a skill that'll take him places."
Jared smirks and they bump fists. Jeff looks like he's about to ask when Jared stands up.
"Okay, our work here is done." he says, stretching exaggeratedly. "Time to go hunt some gods. Coming, dear?" he asks Jensen, who rolls his eyes expressively.
Jensen returns all the stuff he's levitating back to their proper places as Jared takes the case file from Jeff. They leave the Department together, heading straight home without having to discuss it.
Jensen breaks out a six-pack Jared picked up the day before, and Jared holds two bottles in his hands as he reads the file. Jensen seems perfectly content to read over his shoulder.
"Doesn't look like it's just vamps they're after," Jared says, passing a bottle to Jensen. He checks whether it's warm enough before he drinks and smiles a little at Jared in appreciation.
"As in opposed to?" Jensen asks.
Jared shrugs. "Hell if I know. All I know is that the deaths described don't just fit into vamp deaths. For all we know, it could be ghouls."
"Ghouls." Jensen looks skeptical. "There's no such race as ghouls and you know it. They're just fucked-up vampires."
"According to your logic, Jen," Jared says dryly, "there's no such race as spirits, either, just fucked-up humans."
Jensen groans. "I am not going to fight over semantics with you."
Jared pumps his fist in the air victoriously. Jensen snatches the file away.
"Maybe she's like me." Jensen says, almost inaudible. "You know. Maybe she has that weird mirror touch thing too."
"How do you figure?" Jared asks, trying not to focus on the patch of skin that feels oversensitive and raw from Jensen breathing on his neck. He knocks his shoulder into Jensen's stomach lightly, trying to make him sit.
Jensen obliges distractedly. "Just thought, you know. Unrecorded phenomena, defies the standard versions, that sort of thing. Maybe she uses it to cut herself and make the vamps feel it. That’d be so cool.”
Jared thinks about it a little: Jensen’s one of the very few ghosts in recorded history to be able to trade energy with someone else and thus absorb a fraction of their powers and give away his own, named Mirror Touch by God knows who. He grins a little. “Tempted?”
"I use my powers for good, not for evil.” Jensen says primly. “Vampires, though," he wrinkles his nose. He looks adorably like a six-year-old for a second there, and Jared foregoes his urge to pinch cheeks and go 'aww' because he like his genitalia and wouldn't want them blasted to oblivion by a furious spirit. "It still gives me the creeps to think we're actually on their side. Urgh."
"Yeah," Jared says agreeably. "They're like the creepiest thing right next to talking to a guy whose corpse is intimate with maggots."
A cushion flies up and hits him behind his head, and he ducks, laughing. "No fair, dude, that's cheating!"
"I'll show you cheating," Jensen mutters magnanimously, and tackles Jared clean to the floor.
*
"What do you want?" The rookie sounds like he genuinely wants to know. Jared wonders whether he'll actually pull out a notebook and jot it down when the Nymph replies.
"World domination," she says simply.
The force field they've got her trapped in crackles a little bit as the kid moves infinitesimally forward. Jared lays a warning hand on his arm and he flinches back, eyes widening.
"Good answer," Jared tells the Nymph. "Very textbook. A little uncreative, maybe, but no one's really blaming you."
The Nymph smiles, still eerily calm. "You will pay for this when I am resurrected, Exanimator."
Jared nods. "Looking forward to it." To the kid, he says, "Read away."
The exorcism’s quick, clean. Nymphs don't leave much of themselves behind, just the odd nail or two. When the rookie's done chanting, the blue force field is buzzing along quietly and there's nothing in its centre.
Jared checks anyway. "All clear," he calls, and the field goes off.
"That was so cool!" the kid exalts.
Jared feels almost indulgent, and fishes around in his mind for something nice to say. It's not like he can admit that he's not used to not having a partner who can properly watch his back, and make a few lewd comments about his ass while he's at it. "Yeah, not bad for a first time. You've got to work on your aim, though, but otherwise you're good."
The kid nods enthusiastically. As far as replacements for Jensen go, Jared knows he could've done worse. The Department assigned the rookie to him in hopes of giving the new officer some experience in the field, and Jared figures he's done okay so far.
It's been almost two full weeks since they signed on to the mysterious vampire hunter gig, and Jared's forced to admit Jensen made the right call when he insisted to do the research on his own. Jared's been busy keeping their rep alive, taking on cases with the Department.
He hasn't seen Jensen in five days, and he's trying his best not to worry.
He drops the kid back at the Department HQ's, and he promises to come over later for the exciting paperwork. His phone had buzzed midway into the hunt for the Nymph, and he's kinda expecting it when he opens the door and Jensen grins up at him from the couch, the TV on the cartoon network and Cad purring audibly on his lap.
"Hey." Jensen says, eyes a warm, comfortable green.
Jared grins down at him helplessly. Jensen's both paler and more vivd than he remembers; the soft muted blue and gold of the lights catch in his hair. He looks stupidly gorgeous, and Jared has a brief stab of pure want.
"Hey, yourself," he says.
Jensen keeps smiling kind of dorkily up at him, like he's as happy to be back as Jared is to see him.
"Dinner?" Jensen asks.
Jared nods. "I'll order something. How long have you been in?"
Jensen glances at the clock. "One hour, one and a half, maybe." he gestures at the TV, still on mute. "Cartoons, then we'll talk."
Jared smiles a little grimly. "Alright, just let me shower first."
"Chinese or Thai?" Jensen calls as Jared goes into his room.
"Surprise me!" he yells back.
*
Later, over their chicken wings, Jared says, "Department's got a new kid."
Jensen looks over at him, expression still halfway between amused and disgusted from the cartoons. "Yeah?"
"Mmhmm." Jared steals one of Jensen's onion rings. "Name's Cohen. Seems into it."
"Cool," Jensen says. He's sitting very close to Jared, letting Jared's freak exanimatory radiation pass through his food. They both agree it’s beyond cool, how Jared’s force field can make Jensen able to touch stuff most ghosts can’t.
Their shoulders bump together when they move even fractionally, Jared's sweatpants brushing against Jensen's jeans.
They watch some more, Jared stealing regularly from Jensen's plate and Jensen bitching about it during commercials. Cad makes loud noises when he thinks he's not getting attention, so they inevitably fall back to cooing over him and feeding him from their plates.
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The Dexter's Laboratory marathon they're watching winds down eventually, and Jensen turns towards Jared. "I think we're a little bit screwed." he says, matter-of-factly.
Jared swallows down a mouthful of chicken. "Why's that?" he asks evenly.
Jensen rolls one shoulder. "Nearly every person I asked said so, basically. Even the ones who know you're an Exanimator thinks we're eyeball-deep and should get out."
"And what do you think?"
Jensen does his half-shrug thing again. "Dunno, man. I thinks we should at least figure out how she's doing it." He looks him in the eye. "It's like what you keep saying, man. We're not out to save the world, we just wanna meet some new people."
Jared refrains from pointing out that he'd also added that he'd appreciate all those new people not trying to kill him at first sight at the time. He's fond of big, sweeping statements when he's drunk, and Jensen makes sure to remember each one for later use.
"Alright then," he leans back in his couch. "Lay it on me."
Jensen nods, glances over briefly, and promptly goes a vivid shade of red.
Jared watches in fascination as Jensen's eyes track over his body almost like he can't help it. He's aware that he's not in one of the world's most professional poses -lying boneless against the couch, legs parted wide, T-shirt riding up- but come on. This is Jensen, who probably takes night classes for being professional.
"Um," says Jensen. His cheeks are still very pink, and it makes him look almost solid. "Uh, so. I have a theory."
"Yeah?" Jared asks, running a hand down his stomach lazily. Jensen makes a small, squeaky noise and Jared beams.
Jensen clears his throat and looks resolutely away from Jared, who's now really getting into the whole seduction thing. "Like I was saying. Theory." He takes a deep breath. "I think Jeff was right. She's definitely got a little outside help."
Jared feels his growing erection flag. Fuck, he really doesn't like binding rituals. "You mean like that pagan god propaganda the Department's always going on about?"
Jensen fiddles with the hem of one of the cushions, and Cad bats at his fingers perfunctorily. Jared notes absently that the cushion's further away from him than it usually gets to be. It's possible his field's growing. "Well, yeah, I guess. I mean, they definitely exist, though they don't go around icing people." He looks at a spot somewhere a little left from Jjared's face. "It looks like it's possible to channel their energy."
Jared groans. "Why don't I like the sound of that?"
Jensen smiles wryly. "I think the Kate Beckinsale wannabe is a spirit, Jay. No one else can get that kind of equation right."
Jared closes his eyes. "After this one, we're taking so much time off, you and I."
"Sounds good." Jensen sounds like he's smiling.
There's a clattering noise, and Jared opens his eyes to see Jensen clearing the table. Jared pushes him out of the way. "Come on, I'll do that."
Jensen rolls his eyes but moves out of the way nevertheless. Jared's got this thing about clean dishes.
He's rinsing away, elbow-deep in suds, when there's an unmistakable shimmer in the air and Jensen appears right in his personal space.
Jared turns around slowly to face him.
Jensen offers a crooked half-smile. "Surprise."
And then he kisses him.
Jared's down with the plan immediately, pulling Jensen in and turning the feather-soft brush of his lips into a full-fledged kiss, tongue fucking deep, deliberate strokes into Jensen's mouth. Jensen keeps making these small keening noises with each brush of his tongue against Jared's, pressing up against him until he's a hard, solid warmth against Jared. He seems to heat up to a human degree wherever Jared touches him and Jared’s enthralled, look what I can do.
He loses the plot after that for a while, not really aware of each passing second separately. Some things stand out, though: the hot wet press of Jensen's mouth on his collarbone as he tried to get Jensen's jeans open, the impossible size of Jensen's eyes when Jared wrapped a hand around both their cocks and worked at them together. Jensen glowed like wildfire when he came, hot insistent human press of his mouth against Jared's.
Jensen pins him to the bed and kisses him after, long and dirty, not going anywhere, just enjoying the ride. "We," Jensen tells him between kisses, "have an interview with a witness first thing tomorrow, and the day after."
"'S fine," Jared gasps as Jensen bites down hard on his lower lip. "We've got time. Time and time and time." He rolls his hips thoughtlessly, and Jensen grinds down, delicious friction. Jared slides a hand through Jensen's short hair and twists, just up to the point of pain and smirks when Jensen makes a warning gesture. The ploy works; soon, Jensen's got a mouthful of his cock and is sucking with considerable enthusiasm.
Part Two
Title Padalecki Exanimating Services (Mirror Touch)
By weekend_exile
Fandom Supernatural RPS
Pairing Jared/Jensen
Rating PG 13
Betas:. My two kickass beta's, who rock my world so. Hard. Sorry for all the shit I put you through, lovelies evian_fork n jonjokeat, who are like, the ultimate rockstars.
Summary Jared's an exorcist with an unusual ability, and Jensen's the ghost haunting his apartment. AU.
Word Count 12k
Part One
A thin trickle of bluish blood runs from the corner of the wraith’s mouth, and her hair falls in matted clumps into her eyes as she glares at Jared. “I don’t know!” she cries, clutching at her ribs.
A touch on his arm. Jensen.
"You believe her?" Jared asks incredulously. He stops chanting though, just in case.
Jensen makes a half-shrugging gesture, and motions at him to wait. Jared glares at them both as Jensen moves towards the wraith and reaches out to touch her.
She flinches back, glassy-eyed, but Jensen smiles his usual reassuring, not-quite-here-yet smile and touches her on the forearm anyway.
Jared watches impatiently as Jensen's eyes -turning a darker green with each millisecond- grow lidded as he skims through her memories. Finally, he lets go and shakes his head.
"No good." He says, then clears his throat. Times like these are when his protests that his materializations are smooth seem like the utter bullshit they are. "Someone's gotten at her head."
Jared rolls his eyes, fists clenched. "Real helpful, is what you are. Now I'll have to take it from the top."
Jensen makes a clawing gesture with his hands. He looks tense, the line of his shoulders now perfectly visible and rigid. "No, goddammit. You're asking the wrong questions."
Jared grits his teeth and steps back, inviting him to take over.
"Okay," Jensen says. He turns to the wraith, still bound to the iron chair. "You keep saying it wasn't him, that it couldn't be him. Any particular reason?"
The wraith eyes him through wary bloodshot pupils, and Jared mentally bookmarks the incantation he was about to dish out. "I told him already," she says in a low whine. "He was too smart for that, swear he was."
"Alright," Jensen says evenly. "But how do you know he was so smart? I mean, what evidence do you have?"
For almost a full minute, both Jared and the wraith stare at him.
Then she says, hesitant, "Well, he was always quiet, brooding, like. And he never looked away from his books." Her voice grows fainter with every word, eyes widening. "But he never fought back, either. Oh."
With that, she disappears.
Jared turns to Jensen, eyebrows raised.
"Sent her to the Department." Jensen explains. He tries to make it sound casual but he's breathing a little faster than usual.
Jared decides to let it go. "Celebratory drinks?"
"Not this time, my ears are fucking bleeding." Jensen groans. "Fucking wraiths."
"Hey, you had to be up close and personal maybe what, ten minutes." Jared points out. "I was poking at her for two hours at least."
Jensen grins, a tired grin that still makes his eyes shine bright, standing out in his translucent face. Jared can’t help it; he leans over and brushes his lips against Jensen’s forehead lightly. Jensen smiles a little, and says, "Anyway, you liked it. You're such a Latin thug."
Jared grimaces. They begin walking out of the abandoned warehouse, leaning against each other a little as they reach the sidewalk. Jared misses the dark briefly, as he always does; in the light of the streetlamps, Jensen's features aren't so defined, and it only gets worse as the light grows. "Yeah, well, otherwise how could you've played good cop?" He bumps their shoulders together a little and smiles.
When they reach the well-lit part of the city, they straighten, Jared arranging his tie and Jensen looking as scruffy as he was when he died nine years ago. Jared keeps him just at the edge of his periphery at all times, not liking the way Jensen's paler than he ought to be under the wash of the neon lights, so that he's almost transparent. He imagines that that's probably what angels look like.
"You heading downtown?" Jensen asks, jerking his head at a street corner.
Jared smiles at an old lady with a dog who passes right through Jensen. The dog looks mildly unnerved, but the lady beams right back. Jensen glares at him.
"Yeah, have to. Paperwork." Jared says in answer to his question, still kinda smirking. It's a weak smile now, on the verge of fading to nothingness. He really, really hates paperwork, and there are piles of it associated with tracking wraiths.
Jensen nods. "Okay. Come back in time for dinner."
"'kay." Jared gives him a quick nod before anybody notices.
Jensen's lips quirk upwards a little, and the little that was visible of him vanishes entirely.
*
The Department's nearly empty by the time Jared resurfaces from the mound of paperwork that awaited him. The officer assigned to work with him occasionally pops by with caffeine and candy, but he's mostly busy with his own forms. There's a joke about how the one place where it pays to have a Duplication charm worked is the Department, so that you could use the doppelganger to do your paperwork for you, but it's a bad one. Jared just really needs to go home.
He files his final report of the case and looks into Officer Singer's desk.
"I'm heading out," he says, managing a nod, his sore neck muscles aching dully in protest. "Good night."
"Night, son. Good work from you today." Singer says, looking up from his desk. He gives Jared an equally worn-out nod of dismissal. In the harsh light of the offices, he looks older than he does normally, and Jared sees why he's thinking of retirement. This job isn't exactly cut out for the world-weary, and Singer deserved to go out surrounded by his family, not in some warped battlefield.
He steps out into the humid night. He passes all the landmarks, the vegetable sellers and the hotdog stands, the quiet barely-visible spirit that perpetually haunts the steps of one particular apartment building who Jensen insists is harmless. Jared smiles perfunctorily at it and it ignores him as usual, gloomily watching the crowd passing by.
It's a short walk from the Department to their place, and Jared makes it in ten minutes, exhausted down to the bone.
Cad greets him at the door, bumping into his legs and purring loudly. Jared goes through the motions of locking and switching the alarm systems on again before he picks him up.
By rights, Cad should have died within three to four months of Jared’s company; being an Exanimator, Jared unwittingly exudes a force enough to kill a grown man within a week. Cad seems to be mostly immune to the radiation Jared gives out, and seems to like him just fine. It baffles Jensen, who spends nights coming up with calculations about the limitations of Jared’s powers.
Cad purrs ever louder in approval as Jared strokes his long soft fur, and Jared grins, amused in a dead-on-his-feet kinda way.
Jensen walks into the living room, eyebrows raised. "Thought I heard the bitter sounds of desertion. You," he tells Cad, "were supposed to be helping. Groom-whore."
Jared hands him the cat. "You know, no matter how many times you call him weird names, I won't believe you can actually talk to him."
"That's exactly what he wants you to believe, right, buddy?" Jensen asks, and Cad meows loudly in appreciation of so much attention. Jensen looks up triumphantly and Jared rolls his eyes.
"Fine, whatever. You're the undead cat whisperer, awesome." Jared sidesteps them and heads to his room. "I'm about to crash."
"Nuh-uh." Jensen steps in to block his path. "No way, man. Eat something first, or you'll be taking it out on me tomorrow."
Jared thinks longingly of his bed. "But-"
"No buts." Jensen tugs at his sleeve a little. "Come on, I made lasagna."
Put like that, it doesn't sound like a hardship. He looks down and notes, disjointedly, that Jensen's freckles are visible again, which meant that Jensen is going on all cylinders.
He feels obscurely glad they installed soft UV lamps in their apartment, staring down at Jensen. He thinks vaguely of the people who probably got to see Jensen a lot more solid than this all those years ago.
Jensen blinks, his curved eyelashes almost brushing his cheeks. "Uh," he clears his throat. "Dinner?"
Jared snaps out of it, stepping away and saying quickly, "Right, dinner," and trying to force down his blush.
Jensen smiles at him knowingly as he goes into the kitchen. Jared decides that ignoring him is the best option.
*
To reward themselves for cracking the two-week long McCarthy case, Jensen and Jared take the next day off. Jared calls his secretary and tells her he's taking the day off, and she seems almost weirdly happy for him. When he mentions this to Jensen, however, he snorts and says, "She's just looking out for you, you workaholic freak."
They clean around the house, fix the leaking tap and Jensen even manages to rewire the circuit in the kitchen so that the lights don't go out when you plug in the blender anymore. Jared's forced to admit he's impressed, and Jensen looks ridiculously pleased with himself.
Late afternoon, Jared goes out on a supply run, armed with a detailed shopping list in Jensen's neat, slanted handwriting. Jared tries to wheedle out of it, but Jensen’s very firm about not going into stores where the cashier can’t see him.
Predictably, he gets stuck on the finer details halfway, and has to call Jensen for clarification.
"By potatoes into six, did you mean six potatoes or does this represent some sort of Undead unit?" Jared asks, phone jammed between his shoulder and his ear. "And they're having some kinda promotion for that brand of aluminum foil you like, look, two for one, I-"
A tap on his arm. Jensen.
"You have got to stop doing that," Jared complains, still speaking into the phone.
Jensen makes a face. He's still semi-transparent, not able to speak properly just yet. Jared decides to seize the opportunity.
"Was only trying to get it right," he switches on the puppy eyes. "I know how important aluminum foil is to you, and I was just trying to get a lot so you-"
"Fuck you, Padalecki," is the first thing out of Jensen's mouth. The second is, "I'm here for the potatoes."
Jared grins widely. "You keep telling yourself that, Jen."
Jensen snatches his potatoes away from him and examines the tag suspiciously. Jared's just about to point out that there's little likelihood of him choosing the poisoned ones from a selection of over a thousand or so potatoes when a voice says from behind, "How is he doing that?"
Both Jared and Jensen whip around, Jared's hand flying to his waistband for his gun. He doesn't let go when he sees the girl, translucent and shimmering a little.
Jensen raises his eyebrows politely, ever the gentleman. "Excuse me?"
"You can touch them." She points out. Narrowing his eyes, Jared can tell she was about his age when she died, somewhat recently if her visibility was to be trusted. Of course, she could be a dumb shit who went around draining her energy by animating zombie armies to back her roommate when he's fighting with vamps the way Jensen recently did, but Jared doubts it. "All that stuff. You're touching them."
Jensen smiles gently. "No, I'm not." He lies smoothly. "I'm levitating them close to my hands. It's a closure thing. And you are?"
"Danneel," the girl says, and drifts closer. The overhead lights catch her hair just so and Jared catches a flash of coppery red before it recedes to the standard nondescript dark shade.
Jensen sticks out a hand. "I'm Jensen, and this is Jared." He says easily. Jared watches them shake hands and wonders whether she can feel the slight warmth in Jensen's. Probably not. Humans and spirits alike only preferred to see what was pointed out to them, and Jensen was being very careful.
She smiles. She's got a nice smile, one that makes her glow brighter, her form taking on more solidity for a couple of seconds. "Nice to meet you, Jensen and Jared. I'll have to learn that trick," she tells Jensen. "Very neat."
Jensen smiles a little ruefully. "I had to practice a lot myself," he says. Jared gives him an incredulous look even as he takes care not to step into Danneel's range. They'd have a harder time explaining if she realized he could touch her as well.
"Well, it must be nice to have someone to hang out with," Danneel says wistfully. "I mean, I have a bunch of friends, but none are, you know, alive."
"Yep, I'm special alright." Jared says, smiling widely. Danneel looks a little startled, like she didn't actually think he could talk. "And you're welcome to drop by anytime you want."
She smiles uncertainly. "Okay then." she nods to herself. "Let's see how it goes."
Jensen, for once, doesn't protest against this passive what-will-be-will-be world view that spirits tend to have. He smiles sweetly and sends her off.
Jared raises a single eyebrow. "Picking up chicks in the grocery store doesn't really seem your style, Jen."
Jensen looks irritated. "Jerk. Did you see how close she was to touching you?"
"I saw how close she was to touching you. In all kinds of places."
Jensen stares at him, disbelief written clearly on his face. It makes him stand out, giving him a kind of pissed-off solidness. Jared glares right back.
"Jay," Jensen says, forcibly calm. "You sound like a really, really jealous boyfriend. And it's kind of extremely annoying."
Jared slumps. It just seems like it isn't worth the hassle of getting into a fight over with Jensen, especially since Jensen maybe has a point. They've never had a serious argument in the three years since Jared accidentally moved into the apartment Jensen was haunting, and he doesn't really feel like starting one now.
"Yeah alright." he says, bitchy but accepting.
Jensen grins, bright and true, and he looks almost human, solid breathing love of Jared's life. It makes his breath catch in his ribs. "Best roommates since 2009," he crows.
Jared smiles back weakly. Sometimes he can't stand how good Jensen looks. "That's right," he says.
*
"They call her the Exterminator," Jeff says.
Jared can't help his grin.
Jeff glares. "Not a word from you. What's Jensen say?"
Jared looks over at Jensen's chair. He looks about as amused as Jared is, grinning from ear to ear.
Jared turns back to Jeff, tries to will his smile away. "Um. She's a vamp hunter with a rep for hunting vampires? Seems kinda counter-productive."
"Exactly." Jeff says emphatically. "Dumb as shit, you'd think. But she's got a higher success rate than the Department itself. Any ideas how?"
"Maybe she's so stupid the vampires burn themselves rather than listen to her." Jensen points out, and Jared snickers. Jeff glares at Jensen's chair.
"Rumor is, she's got a god on her side." Jeff says, and Jared's smile slides straight off his face. "Not your garden variety pixie either, but a fully-fledged mythological slaughter machine."
There's a long, tense silence. "Grade A?" Jensen asks finally. He's paler than he's been in weeks.
Jared relays the question to Jeff. "We're thinking 2B to A, yeah." Jeff looks antsy. "Normally we wouldn't give a flying fuck, but a binding spell that heavy has to be some nasty shit. Not to mention the possible repercussions when it eventually wears off."
Jared grimaces. Somehow, he's not onboard with facing off a pissed-off pagan god.
Then, something occurs to him.
"Why vampires?" Jared asks, just as Jensen says, "Gotta be a reason for hunting vamps."
Jeff looks bemused. "Beats me. Maybe it saw those godawful movies. I was nearly slaughtering everyone with my mind back then."
"Justifiable," Jensen says.
Jeff tips his head sideways. "I nearly heard something then. Did Jensen say anything?"
"Yeah, he's singing the My Little Pony theme right now." Jared says morosely. He finds it annoying that Jeff is so enthralled with Jensen without even seeing the guy. Jeff's as human as they come, quick on the draw and handy with any weaponry from a penknife to an elephant gun, but when it comes to Jensen he’s this giant fangirl.
"I'm sure." Jeff says, and Jensen merely rolls his eyes, looking preoccupied. "So. You two taking the case, then?"
Jared looks at Jensen. He's making one of Jared's pencils levitate in the air lazily, one of his tics when he's thinking. Jared waits it out.
Finally, Jensen nods. "Think I know a couple of people in the grapevine who are bound to know something. We should take this one, Jay."
Jared nods. "Sure, alright," he tells Jeff. "Though we're not lifting a finger until we see our checks for the McCarthy case."
Jeff nods seriously. "Fair enough. I don't really trust anyone else out there."
Jensen snorts. "His flattery is spot-on; it's a skill that'll take him places."
Jared smirks and they bump fists. Jeff looks like he's about to ask when Jared stands up.
"Okay, our work here is done." he says, stretching exaggeratedly. "Time to go hunt some gods. Coming, dear?" he asks Jensen, who rolls his eyes expressively.
Jensen returns all the stuff he's levitating back to their proper places as Jared takes the case file from Jeff. They leave the Department together, heading straight home without having to discuss it.
Jensen breaks out a six-pack Jared picked up the day before, and Jared holds two bottles in his hands as he reads the file. Jensen seems perfectly content to read over his shoulder.
"Doesn't look like it's just vamps they're after," Jared says, passing a bottle to Jensen. He checks whether it's warm enough before he drinks and smiles a little at Jared in appreciation.
"As in opposed to?" Jensen asks.
Jared shrugs. "Hell if I know. All I know is that the deaths described don't just fit into vamp deaths. For all we know, it could be ghouls."
"Ghouls." Jensen looks skeptical. "There's no such race as ghouls and you know it. They're just fucked-up vampires."
"According to your logic, Jen," Jared says dryly, "there's no such race as spirits, either, just fucked-up humans."
Jensen groans. "I am not going to fight over semantics with you."
Jared pumps his fist in the air victoriously. Jensen snatches the file away.
"Maybe she's like me." Jensen says, almost inaudible. "You know. Maybe she has that weird mirror touch thing too."
"How do you figure?" Jared asks, trying not to focus on the patch of skin that feels oversensitive and raw from Jensen breathing on his neck. He knocks his shoulder into Jensen's stomach lightly, trying to make him sit.
Jensen obliges distractedly. "Just thought, you know. Unrecorded phenomena, defies the standard versions, that sort of thing. Maybe she uses it to cut herself and make the vamps feel it. That’d be so cool.”
Jared thinks about it a little: Jensen’s one of the very few ghosts in recorded history to be able to trade energy with someone else and thus absorb a fraction of their powers and give away his own, named Mirror Touch by God knows who. He grins a little. “Tempted?”
"I use my powers for good, not for evil.” Jensen says primly. “Vampires, though," he wrinkles his nose. He looks adorably like a six-year-old for a second there, and Jared foregoes his urge to pinch cheeks and go 'aww' because he like his genitalia and wouldn't want them blasted to oblivion by a furious spirit. "It still gives me the creeps to think we're actually on their side. Urgh."
"Yeah," Jared says agreeably. "They're like the creepiest thing right next to talking to a guy whose corpse is intimate with maggots."
A cushion flies up and hits him behind his head, and he ducks, laughing. "No fair, dude, that's cheating!"
"I'll show you cheating," Jensen mutters magnanimously, and tackles Jared clean to the floor.
*
"What do you want?" The rookie sounds like he genuinely wants to know. Jared wonders whether he'll actually pull out a notebook and jot it down when the Nymph replies.
"World domination," she says simply.
The force field they've got her trapped in crackles a little bit as the kid moves infinitesimally forward. Jared lays a warning hand on his arm and he flinches back, eyes widening.
"Good answer," Jared tells the Nymph. "Very textbook. A little uncreative, maybe, but no one's really blaming you."
The Nymph smiles, still eerily calm. "You will pay for this when I am resurrected, Exanimator."
Jared nods. "Looking forward to it." To the kid, he says, "Read away."
The exorcism’s quick, clean. Nymphs don't leave much of themselves behind, just the odd nail or two. When the rookie's done chanting, the blue force field is buzzing along quietly and there's nothing in its centre.
Jared checks anyway. "All clear," he calls, and the field goes off.
"That was so cool!" the kid exalts.
Jared feels almost indulgent, and fishes around in his mind for something nice to say. It's not like he can admit that he's not used to not having a partner who can properly watch his back, and make a few lewd comments about his ass while he's at it. "Yeah, not bad for a first time. You've got to work on your aim, though, but otherwise you're good."
The kid nods enthusiastically. As far as replacements for Jensen go, Jared knows he could've done worse. The Department assigned the rookie to him in hopes of giving the new officer some experience in the field, and Jared figures he's done okay so far.
It's been almost two full weeks since they signed on to the mysterious vampire hunter gig, and Jared's forced to admit Jensen made the right call when he insisted to do the research on his own. Jared's been busy keeping their rep alive, taking on cases with the Department.
He hasn't seen Jensen in five days, and he's trying his best not to worry.
He drops the kid back at the Department HQ's, and he promises to come over later for the exciting paperwork. His phone had buzzed midway into the hunt for the Nymph, and he's kinda expecting it when he opens the door and Jensen grins up at him from the couch, the TV on the cartoon network and Cad purring audibly on his lap.
"Hey." Jensen says, eyes a warm, comfortable green.
Jared grins down at him helplessly. Jensen's both paler and more vivd than he remembers; the soft muted blue and gold of the lights catch in his hair. He looks stupidly gorgeous, and Jared has a brief stab of pure want.
"Hey, yourself," he says.
Jensen keeps smiling kind of dorkily up at him, like he's as happy to be back as Jared is to see him.
"Dinner?" Jensen asks.
Jared nods. "I'll order something. How long have you been in?"
Jensen glances at the clock. "One hour, one and a half, maybe." he gestures at the TV, still on mute. "Cartoons, then we'll talk."
Jared smiles a little grimly. "Alright, just let me shower first."
"Chinese or Thai?" Jensen calls as Jared goes into his room.
"Surprise me!" he yells back.
*
Later, over their chicken wings, Jared says, "Department's got a new kid."
Jensen looks over at him, expression still halfway between amused and disgusted from the cartoons. "Yeah?"
"Mmhmm." Jared steals one of Jensen's onion rings. "Name's Cohen. Seems into it."
"Cool," Jensen says. He's sitting very close to Jared, letting Jared's freak exanimatory radiation pass through his food. They both agree it’s beyond cool, how Jared’s force field can make Jensen able to touch stuff most ghosts can’t.
Their shoulders bump together when they move even fractionally, Jared's sweatpants brushing against Jensen's jeans.
They watch some more, Jared stealing regularly from Jensen's plate and Jensen bitching about it during commercials. Cad makes loud noises when he thinks he's not getting attention, so they inevitably fall back to cooing over him and feeding him from their plates.
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The Dexter's Laboratory marathon they're watching winds down eventually, and Jensen turns towards Jared. "I think we're a little bit screwed." he says, matter-of-factly.
Jared swallows down a mouthful of chicken. "Why's that?" he asks evenly.
Jensen rolls one shoulder. "Nearly every person I asked said so, basically. Even the ones who know you're an Exanimator thinks we're eyeball-deep and should get out."
"And what do you think?"
Jensen does his half-shrug thing again. "Dunno, man. I thinks we should at least figure out how she's doing it." He looks him in the eye. "It's like what you keep saying, man. We're not out to save the world, we just wanna meet some new people."
Jared refrains from pointing out that he'd also added that he'd appreciate all those new people not trying to kill him at first sight at the time. He's fond of big, sweeping statements when he's drunk, and Jensen makes sure to remember each one for later use.
"Alright then," he leans back in his couch. "Lay it on me."
Jensen nods, glances over briefly, and promptly goes a vivid shade of red.
Jared watches in fascination as Jensen's eyes track over his body almost like he can't help it. He's aware that he's not in one of the world's most professional poses -lying boneless against the couch, legs parted wide, T-shirt riding up- but come on. This is Jensen, who probably takes night classes for being professional.
"Um," says Jensen. His cheeks are still very pink, and it makes him look almost solid. "Uh, so. I have a theory."
"Yeah?" Jared asks, running a hand down his stomach lazily. Jensen makes a small, squeaky noise and Jared beams.
Jensen clears his throat and looks resolutely away from Jared, who's now really getting into the whole seduction thing. "Like I was saying. Theory." He takes a deep breath. "I think Jeff was right. She's definitely got a little outside help."
Jared feels his growing erection flag. Fuck, he really doesn't like binding rituals. "You mean like that pagan god propaganda the Department's always going on about?"
Jensen fiddles with the hem of one of the cushions, and Cad bats at his fingers perfunctorily. Jared notes absently that the cushion's further away from him than it usually gets to be. It's possible his field's growing. "Well, yeah, I guess. I mean, they definitely exist, though they don't go around icing people." He looks at a spot somewhere a little left from Jjared's face. "It looks like it's possible to channel their energy."
Jared groans. "Why don't I like the sound of that?"
Jensen smiles wryly. "I think the Kate Beckinsale wannabe is a spirit, Jay. No one else can get that kind of equation right."
Jared closes his eyes. "After this one, we're taking so much time off, you and I."
"Sounds good." Jensen sounds like he's smiling.
There's a clattering noise, and Jared opens his eyes to see Jensen clearing the table. Jared pushes him out of the way. "Come on, I'll do that."
Jensen rolls his eyes but moves out of the way nevertheless. Jared's got this thing about clean dishes.
He's rinsing away, elbow-deep in suds, when there's an unmistakable shimmer in the air and Jensen appears right in his personal space.
Jared turns around slowly to face him.
Jensen offers a crooked half-smile. "Surprise."
And then he kisses him.
Jared's down with the plan immediately, pulling Jensen in and turning the feather-soft brush of his lips into a full-fledged kiss, tongue fucking deep, deliberate strokes into Jensen's mouth. Jensen keeps making these small keening noises with each brush of his tongue against Jared's, pressing up against him until he's a hard, solid warmth against Jared. He seems to heat up to a human degree wherever Jared touches him and Jared’s enthralled, look what I can do.
He loses the plot after that for a while, not really aware of each passing second separately. Some things stand out, though: the hot wet press of Jensen's mouth on his collarbone as he tried to get Jensen's jeans open, the impossible size of Jensen's eyes when Jared wrapped a hand around both their cocks and worked at them together. Jensen glowed like wildfire when he came, hot insistent human press of his mouth against Jared's.
Jensen pins him to the bed and kisses him after, long and dirty, not going anywhere, just enjoying the ride. "We," Jensen tells him between kisses, "have an interview with a witness first thing tomorrow, and the day after."
"'S fine," Jared gasps as Jensen bites down hard on his lower lip. "We've got time. Time and time and time." He rolls his hips thoughtlessly, and Jensen grinds down, delicious friction. Jared slides a hand through Jensen's short hair and twists, just up to the point of pain and smirks when Jensen makes a warning gesture. The ploy works; soon, Jensen's got a mouthful of his cock and is sucking with considerable enthusiasm.
Part Two