"C'mon man," Jared whined. "It's Friday night. Can't you just…stop it??"

Jensen looked at him over the top of his sunglasses. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice even. "Stop what?"

Jared rolled his eyes, looking down at Jensen. "Being Dean!" he replied, waving his arms around. "Can ya just go a couple days without stayin' in character? Can ya do that for me?"

Jensen shrugged one shoulder, throwing Dean's cocky one-sided smirk in for good measure. "Don't know what you're talking about."

A deep sigh of resignation poured out of Jared's mouth has he grabbed the keys and headed out the door. He was determined to have a good time, no matter who it was that went along with him. If Jared wanted to be an asshole, that was his prerogative. Jensen or Dean, he could deal with either one - although he would prefer to leave his fictional big brother behind for once.

Dinner was tolerable, but only because Mike had met them at the restaurant. He could lighten anybody up - except Dean. And as the night wore on, it was obvious that's who Jared was stuck with. He wasn't about to let that stop him, though.

Even when Jensen decided to stop at the bookstore, because he wanted to check out the latest issue of Hot Rod, Jared was determined to make the best of it. Leaving Jensen at the magazines, he and Mike ran off to the back of the store, another of their juvenile schemes taking form in their twisted brains.

Jensen barely registered the giggling coming from the back of the store. He thought nothing of it, until he was standing at the register, waiting to pay. "You guys coming or what?" he called in their general direction. He put his change in his wallet and was walking toward the door when Mike ran up, Jared lumbering along behind. "C'mon, let's go!" they said, pushing Jensen toward the door.

His hand was on the doorknob when an employee of the store, a somber looking middle-aged motherly type, stopped them. "Excuse me, boys," she said sternly. "Are you two responsible for that…mess…in the back?" Jensen glared at his friends as they both shook their heads, denying any and everything under the sun.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Jensen said, putting on his best Dean voice. "What exactly did they do?" The woman smiled at him - Dean's charm worked every time. "It's downright appalling, what they did," she replied, throwing both of them a death glare. "They rearranged an entire section of books!" Jensen looked at Jared, who at least had the common sense to look mildly embarrassed.

"We just put some books in the science fiction section, that's all," Jared said, flashing his dimples at Jensen as Mike continued to giggle.

"Just some books, huh," Jensen said, skeptically. He looked to the lady for confirmation.

"Some books!" she huffed. "They put the BIBLE there!" Her voice was rising rather quickly as Jensen smiled, patting her hand.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, slapping Jared on the arm. "They'll move them back right now, won't ya?" Jared nodded sheepishly, dragging Mike behind him. The woman smiled at Jensen, thanking him for his help as she went off to supervise. Shaking his head in disgust, Jensen left the store and headed back to the hotel, leaving the two hooligans to their own devices.

~*~

"I can't believe he left us there!" Jared said angrily. Mike shrugged, kicking a rock down the road.

"It's only two miles, Jay," he said. "Not like we couldn't use the exercise, right?"

Jared kicked at another rock, sending a cloud of dust flying around them. "Ain't the point," he said. "It's somethin' Dean woulda done, goin' off and leavin' Sammy stranded because he's done something Dean didn't approve of. I'm gettin' sick of it." More dust and rocks flew off into the distance. "I can understand gettin' into character and all that, but we ain't filmin' for 2 days! Can't he just lighten up for two seconds and have some fun?"

Mike walked on in silence, knowing better than to get in between the two of them. Walking back to the hotel seemed like a fitting punishment for their indiscretion.

~*~

Jensen was sitting on the bed, flipping through his magazines when Jared stormed in the door. He didn't even flinch when the door slammed or when Jared grabbed the magazine from his hands and flung it across the room. Calmly, he looked up, smirked, and said, "now what did you do that for?" Jared just growled at him, causing Jensen to smile.

"You went off and left me in town, you asshole!" Jared said, kicking the chair. "Me and Mikey had to walk all the way back! THAT'S what I did that for!" Jensen continued to smile at him. "Why did you put the Bible in the science fiction section at the bookstore?"

Jared turned to glare at him. "Because it was FUNNY," he said, angrily. "Because we were tryin' to have FUN. You do know what FUN is, don't ya?" He turned to stare at Jensen.

"Yeah, I know what fun is," Jensen replied. "I have fun all the time. Mature fun."

Jared snorted. "And leavin' us there was soooooo mature, wasn't it?" Jensen rolled his eyes. "You embarrassed me," he replied.

"I swear," Jared said, throwing his hands into the air. "That's something Dean woulda done. You're turnin' into him more and more ever day."

Jensen looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "You think I'm turning into Dean?" he asked, getting up from the bed. Jared nodded fast.

"Yes, I do!" he answered as Jensen approached him. He stopped right in front of Jared and stared up into his eyes.

Jensen moved closer to him, his body radiating all of Dean's natural charm. Jared rolled his eyes. "Jerk," he said, turning his head to avoid Jensen's eyes. The smirk pulled at the corner of Jensen's mouth as he responded. "Bitch."

Jared's eyes narrowed. "I am NOT a bitch!" he said, his voice getting louder as Jensen moved even closer.

"Sure ya are," he said, his voice getting lower. "So, I'm turning into Dean," he said, placing a hand on Jared's shoulder. He moved a few inches closer, his chest barely brushing against Jared's stomach. "Would Dean do this?"

Jared's eyes flew open as Jensen's hand moved up, his finger tracing a line from Jared's shoulder to his ear. "I really don't think Dean would do that," Jensen said matter-of-factly. He snaked his hand behind Jared's neck, pulling him down and kissing his lips softly. "I know for a fact that Dean would NEVER do that."

Before Jared had a chance to respond, Jensen hooked a leg behind his, causing them both to fall onto the bed. Jared groaned as the extra weight landed on his belly and Jensen's lips attacked his ear. The moisture of his tongue sent cold chills up Jared's spine as Jen found the sensitive spot on his lobe, sucking it between his lips. The scrape of teeth against the smooth flesh crowded out every thought he had.

Jared tilted his head down and softly placed his lips against Jensen's. They lay there for a moment, not moving. Then, Jared's tongue came out and licked Jensen's bottom lip, slowly prying them apart. Jensen made a noise before opening his mouth and allowing Jared to slip his tongue inside.

Clothes went flying in a frenzy as their kisses grew more urgent. The need for contact, the feel of warm skin on skin became the only thing either of them desired. Rational thought was abandoned, much like their jeans, as Jensen moved closer to proving he was nothing like his character.

When Jensen's hand wrapped around his cock, Jared nodded silently, giving his approval. And when the hand was replaced by a warm, wet mouth, his moans of pleasure were the go-ahead. The only hitch came when Jensen got up and moved across the room, digging in the dresser drawer for something. Jared knew what the bottle of lube was when Jen put it in his hand, but he still stared at him in confusion.

"I…" Jensen stammered slightly, no longer the picture of calm, cool and collected Dean Winchester. "I mean, if ya wanna, I wanna…" His voice trailed off, a tinge of pink creeping between the freckles. Jared nodded, looking from the bottle to his hard cock back to Jensen's face. "I ain't ever…" Jared said, blushing himself.

Jensen lay next to him, his fingers running intricate circles over the moles on Jared's stomach. "S'ok, Jay," he whispered softly. "I can, uh, walk ya through it." Jared nodded as Jensen lubed up his fingers and reached back, slowly preparing himself.

Jared watched in fascination at the sight before him. Jensen - uptight, unflappable, confident - was fingering his own ass, his face contorted in pleasure. Jared's cock twitched a bit at the sight and his hand drifted down, stroking as he watched Jensen writhing on the bed. After a few moments, Jen grabbed the lube again, spilling some onto his hand before reaching over and coating Jared's cock with it.

His entrance was awkward but Jensen seemed fine with it. After taking a bit to get used to the feel - the incredible, hot, tight feel - Jared began to move. It only took a few strokes to find his rhythm and before long, Jensen was moving with him, thrusting back to meet his hips in a delicious dance. Neither of them said much, just the whispered urgings of "more", "faster", "harder", "yeah, right there!"

Jared could feel Jensen tightening around him and he knew it wouldn't take much more before he exploded. He reached down and wrapped a huge hand around Jensen, stroking him fast and hard. When they came, it was together, crying out each other's names in the heat of their passion. Jared pulled out and fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving. Jensen lay next to him, draping an arm across his chest.

After what seemed like an eternity of nothing but their slowing breath, Jensen looked up at Jared, smirking. Jared let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. "So maybe I was wrong," he admitted. "Maybe you ain't turnin' into Dean." Jensen nodded smugly, until Jared spoke again. "Unless Dean is some kinda perv, havin' thoughts about doin' the nasty with his little brother."

Jensen had only one thing to say.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

And then, they slept.

~el fin~