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Title: Pretty in Pink
Pairing: Sam/Jared
Rating: NC17
He might have guessed that, after they had finally vanquished the darkness, Dean might want to spend a little quality time in Las Vegas. Gold credit cards suitably maxed, smart suite in the Bellagio and FBI duds traded for a Tux or two. Sam didn’t have the energy left to argue with his brother and just went with it, happy that it was over and that they were both alive and happy to just be on the same page for once.
Down in the lobby it seemed like there was some sort of convention going on and Sam found himself wandering over to take a look. It was only when a young girl started screaming ‘JARED’ at him over and over again that he began to get more than a little uneasy. Surely not, he reasoned with himself, not here, not now. What were the fucking odds?
Seems like the odds were pretty damn good; he saw the actor that played Dean first; the spitting image of his brother apart from the expensive leather and sweet whiff of cologne rather than gun oil. He was followed by, what appeared to be, hundreds of screaming girls (and older women who Sam thought should have known better) and he was flanked by two thick necked body guards who looked like something out of The Matrix.
“That’s a real good cosplay ya got goin there.”
Sam whirled round to find himself face to face with…well…with his doppelgänger. Six foot plus of muscle, plaid and artfully tussled hair; slanted hazel eyes met his and a wide mouth curved easily into a huge, white smile. Lines around those eyes told Sam a story of someone who smiled like that often and Sam found himself struck dumb.
Later, over several beers, at a bar a long way from the Bellagio and his brother, Sam found himself growing to like this Jared Padalecki despite the fact he knew that the guy lived in a massive mansion, had a llama and had married fake Ruby.
“She’s a beard,” Jared explained over another helping of fries, “been pretty much gay since – well – since forever. She liked the high life hence the mansion,” he shrugged, “me I prefer being low profile,” he chuckled and held Sam’s gaze for the longest of times, “can’t actually believe that you really exist y’ know…Sam Winchester…tell me everything.”
And somehow Sam found himself talking; all of his hopes, his fears, his insecurities came flooding out of him like water from a broken levee. Jared listened, nodding occasionally and, when Sam had finally finished he leaned forward and put his big hand over Sam’s.
“Man,” he shook his head, “the things you’ve done, the things you’ve seen. I thought I knew you but…” he smiled gently, “you need some downtime dude.”
Sam couldn’t help but agree; he had spent the last few minutes staring at Jared fascinated by him. Sure they were alike but they were pretty different too. Jared was bigger, more muscular, his hair was styled and there wasn’t a trace of grey amongst the chestnut strands. He had the look of someone who had lived a happy, healthy life and Sam couldn’t help but envy him.
“What would you like to do?” Hazel eyes met his hopeful and sincere, “we could go for steaks or maybe to a show or…” a pink flush spread across Jared’s cheeks and he swallowed awkwardly, “we could go back to my hotel room.”
Sam was speechless for a moment; he stared down at the big hand that was bracketing his own…what did he want? He thought of Jess and her death on the ceiling, he thought of Madison and the bullet that put an end to her life, he thought about Ruby and Amelia and it hurt, hurt more than it should.
“I just want something that isn’t complicated,” he mumbled, finally, hoping that he was making some sort of sense. “I just want something…nice.”
****
And so he found himself lying naked on Jared’s huge King sized bed, arms splayed out, head tossing frantically against soft pillows. He watched through hooded eyes as Jared knelt between his legs beaming widely. His hips twitched as Jared took his cock into his wide mouth and began to worship it, teeth and tongue all working in tandem until Sam was begging and pulling at Jared’s long hair. He came wordlessly, tumbling down into complete ecstasy. It should have been weird but it wasn’t and he found himself settling onto Jared’s firm chest, the pads of his fingers exploring skin that was untouched by scars, no marks or tattoos for protection, just a Hollywood sun tan and the faint softness of chest hair.
“I’m on hiatus if you wanna stay here awhile,” Jared said, hopefully, as he ordered breakfast from the in house menu.
“I don’t have anywhere that I have to be right now,” Sam was hungry for once and he felt as if a ton of weights had been lifted from his shoulders, “I wouldn’t mind spending some time getting to know the real you,” he laughed, “the one that isn’t a douche with a fake wife and a tanning machine.”
“Then let’s hit the strip,” Jared threw an arm around his shoulders, “and live a little.”
****
It didn’t take him long to persuade Dean to stay but it did take him a little longer to introduce his brother to Jared. He wanted to keep the actor to himself for a while, wanted to actually enjoy the feeling of being with someone who was light-hearted and fun. Sam found himself doing things he never thought he’d do, riding the High Roller and taking a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon. Jared took him shopping on the strip and he bought totally unsuitable clothing, cowboy boots that looked good on him, a soft suede jacket and smart pressed jeans. Jared had a liking for pink and Sam watched him model various shirts in outrageous shades of fuchsia and salmon. His days were full but his nights were fuller, spent in Jared’s bed, learning each other like a good lesson, melting under Jared’s expert touch, sex better than it had ever been.
****
When he couldn’t avoid it a moment longer he finally introduced Jared to his brother; Dean had been suspicious for days, big brother possessive and asking lots of questions. The look on his brother’s face when he met the actor for the first time was priceless but Sam hadn’t realised just how much he wanted – needed – his brother’s approval.
“I’m not sure what bothers me most Sammy,” Dean announced over shots, “the fact you’ve suddenly turned gay or the fact that you are dating yourself,” he laughed drunkenly, “might have known you’d do something like that…but at least this Padaleski guy isn’t the douche we thought he was…and it is nice to see you smile.”
And it was true; Sam couldn’t stop smiling and he couldn’t actually remember when he had felt this happy before. He thought he’d found contentment with Jess and, again, with Amelia, but nothing like he felt now…
“Hiatus is over,” Jared lay on his back with his arm slung around Sam’s shoulder. They were cuddled up in bed together, sated after a marathon session, Sam’s eyes drooping closed. “I have to go back to Vancouver – to film,” his voice was low and it shook a little, “I don’t want this to end Sam…”
Sam shuddered; here, in Vegas, their relationship had some sort of magical quality but back in the real world could they actually make it work. Jared was still fake married to fake Ruby and Sam couldn’t exactly turn up on set and announce himself. They had kept it deliberately light, there had been no words of commitment between them and now…now it was time to say goodbye.
“I don’t think I can…I’m not sure…” Sam swallowed down the lump in his throat, “You know, better than anyone, my past history with relationships…I…I’m a hunter Jared…I guess I’ll never be anything else.”
“So you’re just sayin goodbye then?” Jared sounded choked, hurt and Sam realised it was the first time he had seen the actor without a smile on his face.
“I guess I am,” stubborn to the last Sam flung his legs out of the bed and began to fumble with his clothing, “it’s been…it’s been awesome Jared…I’ll…I’ll never forget this.”
And with that he walked out of the hotel room and out of Jared’s life.
****
“You fuckin idiot,” Dean wasn’t mincing his words, “you had somethin really good goin down and you just let it go – didn’t even make a fight of it…fuck Sammy…all I want is for you to be happy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted and all that we’ve been though – well shit you deserve it.”
“I let him go,” Sam turned his back on his brother and started to shove things into his duffle. His eyes hurt and everything was blurred. “It’s too late.”
“Nah Sammy…it’s never too late,” Dean gripped his shoulder and turned him around, pulled him into one of their rare hugs and let him sniffle like a baby, “now you go get him tiger,” he continued, “And say hello to that handsome devil that plays me while you’re at it…”
The Impala was waiting outside and it was a long drive to Vancouver but Sam had one stop to make on the way…
****
The set hadn’t changed much since Sam had been there, forcibly thrown there by Balthazar all those years ago. He walked quickly through the lot, ball cap jammed tightly over his hair, hastily grown beard covering most of his face. He certainly didn’t want to be recognised or stopped, he had work to do.
Sam knocked on the door of Jared’s trailer; it was fucking freezing in Vancouver but that wasn’t the reason that Sam was trembling. He couldn’t remember when he had last felt so nervous and he’d rather be facing a demon right now. Jared opened the door and froze; he stared at Sam for the longest of moments and then he grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him forcibly inside. The next moment they were kissing like there was no tomorrow and Sam leaned into Jared’s warm body and held on…
There wasn’t a lot of room in the bed but Sam clung on anyway. Jared was squashed up against him and he was smiling again, dimples and everything.
“I’ve got something for you,” Sam reached down to get the bag he’d so carefully guarded for the entire journey and Jared grinned.
“That’s good cos I’ve got something for you too…got it in Vegas but never got a chance to give it to you.” He put a very familiar looking bag on the bed and Sam stared at it unable to keep the smile from his face. “It’s a shirt,” Jared was still talking, “I mean it’s hardly a commitment ring but…” Sam silenced him with a kiss then, passionate and warm, the two of them sinking back onto the pillows with all the time in the world to spare.
****
Dean looked from Sam to Jared and back again; they were both wearing worn jeans, flip-flops and the brightest pink shirts he’d ever seen. A loud coral design which seemed to involve some sort of rose motif. He shook his head.
“That’s really – um – great Sammy – but I really don’t think it’s gonna be suitable for hunting.”
Sam turned to Jared; he was smiling hesitantly, eyes full of warmth and hope and, for the first time ever, Sam had a future.
“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem anymore,” he said and Jared kissed him.
Pairing: Sam/Jared
Rating: NC17
He might have guessed that, after they had finally vanquished the darkness, Dean might want to spend a little quality time in Las Vegas. Gold credit cards suitably maxed, smart suite in the Bellagio and FBI duds traded for a Tux or two. Sam didn’t have the energy left to argue with his brother and just went with it, happy that it was over and that they were both alive and happy to just be on the same page for once.
Down in the lobby it seemed like there was some sort of convention going on and Sam found himself wandering over to take a look. It was only when a young girl started screaming ‘JARED’ at him over and over again that he began to get more than a little uneasy. Surely not, he reasoned with himself, not here, not now. What were the fucking odds?
Seems like the odds were pretty damn good; he saw the actor that played Dean first; the spitting image of his brother apart from the expensive leather and sweet whiff of cologne rather than gun oil. He was followed by, what appeared to be, hundreds of screaming girls (and older women who Sam thought should have known better) and he was flanked by two thick necked body guards who looked like something out of The Matrix.
“That’s a real good cosplay ya got goin there.”
Sam whirled round to find himself face to face with…well…with his doppelgänger. Six foot plus of muscle, plaid and artfully tussled hair; slanted hazel eyes met his and a wide mouth curved easily into a huge, white smile. Lines around those eyes told Sam a story of someone who smiled like that often and Sam found himself struck dumb.
Later, over several beers, at a bar a long way from the Bellagio and his brother, Sam found himself growing to like this Jared Padalecki despite the fact he knew that the guy lived in a massive mansion, had a llama and had married fake Ruby.
“She’s a beard,” Jared explained over another helping of fries, “been pretty much gay since – well – since forever. She liked the high life hence the mansion,” he shrugged, “me I prefer being low profile,” he chuckled and held Sam’s gaze for the longest of times, “can’t actually believe that you really exist y’ know…Sam Winchester…tell me everything.”
And somehow Sam found himself talking; all of his hopes, his fears, his insecurities came flooding out of him like water from a broken levee. Jared listened, nodding occasionally and, when Sam had finally finished he leaned forward and put his big hand over Sam’s.
“Man,” he shook his head, “the things you’ve done, the things you’ve seen. I thought I knew you but…” he smiled gently, “you need some downtime dude.”
Sam couldn’t help but agree; he had spent the last few minutes staring at Jared fascinated by him. Sure they were alike but they were pretty different too. Jared was bigger, more muscular, his hair was styled and there wasn’t a trace of grey amongst the chestnut strands. He had the look of someone who had lived a happy, healthy life and Sam couldn’t help but envy him.
“What would you like to do?” Hazel eyes met his hopeful and sincere, “we could go for steaks or maybe to a show or…” a pink flush spread across Jared’s cheeks and he swallowed awkwardly, “we could go back to my hotel room.”
Sam was speechless for a moment; he stared down at the big hand that was bracketing his own…what did he want? He thought of Jess and her death on the ceiling, he thought of Madison and the bullet that put an end to her life, he thought about Ruby and Amelia and it hurt, hurt more than it should.
“I just want something that isn’t complicated,” he mumbled, finally, hoping that he was making some sort of sense. “I just want something…nice.”
****
And so he found himself lying naked on Jared’s huge King sized bed, arms splayed out, head tossing frantically against soft pillows. He watched through hooded eyes as Jared knelt between his legs beaming widely. His hips twitched as Jared took his cock into his wide mouth and began to worship it, teeth and tongue all working in tandem until Sam was begging and pulling at Jared’s long hair. He came wordlessly, tumbling down into complete ecstasy. It should have been weird but it wasn’t and he found himself settling onto Jared’s firm chest, the pads of his fingers exploring skin that was untouched by scars, no marks or tattoos for protection, just a Hollywood sun tan and the faint softness of chest hair.
“I’m on hiatus if you wanna stay here awhile,” Jared said, hopefully, as he ordered breakfast from the in house menu.
“I don’t have anywhere that I have to be right now,” Sam was hungry for once and he felt as if a ton of weights had been lifted from his shoulders, “I wouldn’t mind spending some time getting to know the real you,” he laughed, “the one that isn’t a douche with a fake wife and a tanning machine.”
“Then let’s hit the strip,” Jared threw an arm around his shoulders, “and live a little.”
****
It didn’t take him long to persuade Dean to stay but it did take him a little longer to introduce his brother to Jared. He wanted to keep the actor to himself for a while, wanted to actually enjoy the feeling of being with someone who was light-hearted and fun. Sam found himself doing things he never thought he’d do, riding the High Roller and taking a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon. Jared took him shopping on the strip and he bought totally unsuitable clothing, cowboy boots that looked good on him, a soft suede jacket and smart pressed jeans. Jared had a liking for pink and Sam watched him model various shirts in outrageous shades of fuchsia and salmon. His days were full but his nights were fuller, spent in Jared’s bed, learning each other like a good lesson, melting under Jared’s expert touch, sex better than it had ever been.
****
When he couldn’t avoid it a moment longer he finally introduced Jared to his brother; Dean had been suspicious for days, big brother possessive and asking lots of questions. The look on his brother’s face when he met the actor for the first time was priceless but Sam hadn’t realised just how much he wanted – needed – his brother’s approval.
“I’m not sure what bothers me most Sammy,” Dean announced over shots, “the fact you’ve suddenly turned gay or the fact that you are dating yourself,” he laughed drunkenly, “might have known you’d do something like that…but at least this Padaleski guy isn’t the douche we thought he was…and it is nice to see you smile.”
And it was true; Sam couldn’t stop smiling and he couldn’t actually remember when he had felt this happy before. He thought he’d found contentment with Jess and, again, with Amelia, but nothing like he felt now…
“Hiatus is over,” Jared lay on his back with his arm slung around Sam’s shoulder. They were cuddled up in bed together, sated after a marathon session, Sam’s eyes drooping closed. “I have to go back to Vancouver – to film,” his voice was low and it shook a little, “I don’t want this to end Sam…”
Sam shuddered; here, in Vegas, their relationship had some sort of magical quality but back in the real world could they actually make it work. Jared was still fake married to fake Ruby and Sam couldn’t exactly turn up on set and announce himself. They had kept it deliberately light, there had been no words of commitment between them and now…now it was time to say goodbye.
“I don’t think I can…I’m not sure…” Sam swallowed down the lump in his throat, “You know, better than anyone, my past history with relationships…I…I’m a hunter Jared…I guess I’ll never be anything else.”
“So you’re just sayin goodbye then?” Jared sounded choked, hurt and Sam realised it was the first time he had seen the actor without a smile on his face.
“I guess I am,” stubborn to the last Sam flung his legs out of the bed and began to fumble with his clothing, “it’s been…it’s been awesome Jared…I’ll…I’ll never forget this.”
And with that he walked out of the hotel room and out of Jared’s life.
****
“You fuckin idiot,” Dean wasn’t mincing his words, “you had somethin really good goin down and you just let it go – didn’t even make a fight of it…fuck Sammy…all I want is for you to be happy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted and all that we’ve been though – well shit you deserve it.”
“I let him go,” Sam turned his back on his brother and started to shove things into his duffle. His eyes hurt and everything was blurred. “It’s too late.”
“Nah Sammy…it’s never too late,” Dean gripped his shoulder and turned him around, pulled him into one of their rare hugs and let him sniffle like a baby, “now you go get him tiger,” he continued, “And say hello to that handsome devil that plays me while you’re at it…”
The Impala was waiting outside and it was a long drive to Vancouver but Sam had one stop to make on the way…
****
The set hadn’t changed much since Sam had been there, forcibly thrown there by Balthazar all those years ago. He walked quickly through the lot, ball cap jammed tightly over his hair, hastily grown beard covering most of his face. He certainly didn’t want to be recognised or stopped, he had work to do.
Sam knocked on the door of Jared’s trailer; it was fucking freezing in Vancouver but that wasn’t the reason that Sam was trembling. He couldn’t remember when he had last felt so nervous and he’d rather be facing a demon right now. Jared opened the door and froze; he stared at Sam for the longest of moments and then he grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him forcibly inside. The next moment they were kissing like there was no tomorrow and Sam leaned into Jared’s warm body and held on…
There wasn’t a lot of room in the bed but Sam clung on anyway. Jared was squashed up against him and he was smiling again, dimples and everything.
“I’ve got something for you,” Sam reached down to get the bag he’d so carefully guarded for the entire journey and Jared grinned.
“That’s good cos I’ve got something for you too…got it in Vegas but never got a chance to give it to you.” He put a very familiar looking bag on the bed and Sam stared at it unable to keep the smile from his face. “It’s a shirt,” Jared was still talking, “I mean it’s hardly a commitment ring but…” Sam silenced him with a kiss then, passionate and warm, the two of them sinking back onto the pillows with all the time in the world to spare.
****
Dean looked from Sam to Jared and back again; they were both wearing worn jeans, flip-flops and the brightest pink shirts he’d ever seen. A loud coral design which seemed to involve some sort of rose motif. He shook his head.
“That’s really – um – great Sammy – but I really don’t think it’s gonna be suitable for hunting.”
Sam turned to Jared; he was smiling hesitantly, eyes full of warmth and hope and, for the first time ever, Sam had a future.
“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem anymore,” he said and Jared kissed him.