Some days, well make that most days, Jensen curses the day he first met Sam and Dean Winchester. Not particularly because he met Sam and Dean because they're, all in all, pretty fucking cool dudes, even if he's half convinced they're insane, deranged and in love with each other (not necessarily in that order).

No, no he curses that day because it was the day he got hit by the 'may you live in interesting times' curse. Well, they'd all been hit with it, but Sam and Dean had just shrugged and said something about always living in interesting times, so in the end, Jensen had been the only one who got his life completely fucked up by having it… interesting.

Jensen should have known that good deeds always come back to bite you in the ass, which is why he so rarely does them. While he doesn't mind getting fucked dry and put away wet, he'd rather not have his ass bitten if it's all the same to the world. But of course the world as it is never really cared about what he wants.

For instance the last thing Jensen ever wanted to be was some sort of hero, so why he'd even gotten the sick idea of helping Sam and Dean out was a mystery to him. Okay, so maybe not a mystery. He'd let his dick think for him and he should have known nothing but STDs ever come out of thinking with the downstairs brain.

So Jensen is a thief, a fucking good one, and he makes his living on the outskirts of the supernatural world. He knows that the ghosts and ghoulies are real, and once in a while, if the mood is right, he even offs a few. He's not a hunter though, because no career that involves getting thrown into walls on a regular basis appeals to him.

No, Jensen is a helper. You see, hunters are really fucking busy people and sometimes they need a helping hand with the small stuff, like breaking into offices and stealing information, or breaking into museums and stealing artefacts. That's when it's good to have a Jensen handy, because for a moderate fee, he'll get you what you want no matter how well guarded it is.

The hunters call him The Black Cat, and Jensen thinks it's really fucking ridiculous, he only dresses in black because he's a show off and if there happens to be some feline in his genetic make up, well that's nothing they should be worrying their pretty little heads with.

You see, Jensen comes from the future, or possibly an alternative reality, he's not quite sure himself. All he knows is that the bastards at Manticore got a really fucking great idea that involved lots of tinfoil and a thunderstorm, and some time later he woke up, naked as the day he was born, in a ditch. It took him some time to assert that yeah, he was in some place new entirely and about two years to realize that he wasn't going back.

Luck, or whatever the fuck watched out for him, had him appearing naked in a ditch outside this little roadside dive called Harvelle's and the rest, as they say, is history. Ellen is the one that usually puts him in contact with the guy or girl that need a helping hand and on most occasions he never even meets the hunter in question. He quite likes it that way because there is that thing where he looks exactly like Dean fucking Winchester.

Dean fucking Winchester, the supernatural super hero, the hunter extraordinaire, the filthy little incestuous brother fucker. Not that Jensen really minds that Dean takes Sammy up the ass on a regular basis, each man to his own he likes to think, but Sam is really, really fucking hot and, you know, if he'd hooked up with Jensen instead he'd gotten all the perks of fucking Dean without the slight little hitch of Dean being his brother.

Oh well, it's never gonna happen, because, as fucked up as it is, Sam and Dean are happy. Jensen's pretty sure that makes them kinky little bitches, but they're his friends nowadays so he doesn't actually say that out loud… very often.

Anyway, about a year ago Ellen called him and said she had a special job for him, one that would pay really well if he was interested, but she needed him to come to the roadhouse to discuss the details. He should have known it was a trap.

To make a long story short, Sam was the one to plead their case to Jensen, the case in question being please act as our bait and let your tasty looking ass get munched on while we do SOME REALLY GOOD DEEDS!!!!11!!!!! Normally Jensen would have turned that kind of job down faster than Sam could say Dean (which was really fucking fast) but there was that thing where Sam was hotter than Hottie Hot McHotness.

So Jensen just gazed at him, nodding his agreement to everything he said while the wet spot on the front of his pants grew to epic proportions. He even, and this was really ridiculous, waived the fucking fee, because of course he would be happy to do them a favour. He also, embarrassingly enough, creamed his pants when Sam shook his hand to seal the deal.

A few days after their first meeting, Jensen found himself getting beat up by a Big Bad while Sam and Dean saved the world, but they patched him up nicely afterwards and bought him a few beers and yeah, he kinda fell for their wry charms. Since Jensen never had friends before (Ellen doesn't count, she's more of a scary mother figure) he was pretty eager to please them and a few weeks later he helped them out again, and wham bam, his life turned really fucking interesting, not that it had been all that dull to begin with.

~*~

It starts with Chad. Chad, who just appears in his bedroom one morning wearing nothing but a pink tutu. Jensen's surprised for a moment before remembering that, yeah, his life is interesting now. Chad says something about only having an hour, so Jensen spends that hour fucking his scrawny ass into the mattress. He isn't repulsive to look at and his dick, when Jensen lifts the tutu to inspect it, isn't covered in warts.

The fact that Chad appears just as Jensen steps out of the shower might have helped him with persuading Chad that the hour he had would be best spent fucking. He's also fairly sure that Chad visits him from a dream and a few days later when he picks up a gossip rag that boasts the CW's new golden boy on the front, he gets his suspicions confirmed.

When he tells Dean about it, the fucker laughs for three hours straight. Sam just looks at him like he's a) crazy or b) filthy disgusting before stomping off muttering about Alexis something; something and horndoggyness apparently being contagious. Jensen figures he's jealous.

Next it's hamsters, two of them, that appear on his plate when he's having dinner one night. He throws his dinner away and puts the hamsters in a box with water and some salad. He calls the dark one Chris and the lighter one Steve. To be honest, he kind of forgets about them after that, so maybe it serves him right when he gets home three days later to find his apartment semi-trashed and the two of them sleeping naked on his bed.

Well, at least he thinks it was them because they introduce themselves as Chris and Steve when he wakes them up. Some time during his three days away from home, the hamsters must have turned into humans without any concept of modesty or decent behaviour. He puts up with them for a week, because you know the sex is really fucking great, before throwing them out.

They don't seem to mind though; loading their guitars and getting into their truck, driving off towards the sunset saying they're gonna start a country-rock band. Jensen briefly wonders where they got the truck, but when he finds two dead hamsters under his bed two weeks later, he kinda figures they had it all along.

~*~

His life doesn't turn really interesting though until he meets Jared. Well, meets ain't exactly the right word, saves is more like it and that is interesting all by itself. Jensen is the first one to admit that he's a bit of a dick, a self-centered asshole if you may, and saving damsels in distress ain't really his forte, because frankly there is nothing in it for him. Girls are all pretty and shit and they have awesome shoes, but he wouldn't fuck one if his life depended on it. At least that's what he thought until Jared happened.

Jared is pretty, she's got long awesomely shiny hair and slanted cat eyes that somehow remind him of Sam, and Jensen really thinks that's the problem right there. Jared is like the female embodiment of young!Sam and it fucks with Jensen's mind.

Anyway, Jensen picks her up one night on his way home, because even he doesn't just leave naked young girls standing at the side of a road in the middle of nowhere. Of course, he kinda conks her over the head and loads her in the backseat rather than offering her a ride, because he's being nice, not stupid. Once he gets her home though, he checks her over for any kind of supernatural possession and when he finds nothing, he covers her perky little tits and virtually hairless body with a blanket and lets her sleep.

She wakes up a few hours later with a headache and he feeds her some advil and asks for her name. She blinks a few times looking confused before breaking out in a huge grin.

"Jared."

Jensen blinks, frowning slightly. "That's not exactly a girl's name, sweetie," he says, petting her shiny hair and feeling a little bit guilty over the goose bump at the back of her head.

"A girl's name…" She peers in under the blankets. "Oh for a moment there I thought I was a boy."

Jensen sighs, muttering 'interesting' under his breath. "So how old are you, sweet cheeks?"

"Sixteen."

"And where are your parents?"

She frowns. "I don't know." She grins again. "I don't think I have any."

"Welcome to the club," he mutters darkly.

Jared is actually pretty enough to be X5, so he furtively checks out her neck but no such luck. It seems Manticore really only did try the tinfoil trick once.

"Uh… so where is your home?" Jensen tries hopefully.

She looks around, blinking with those pretty, pretty eyes and looks at him hopefully. "Here?"

Jensen groans and opens his mouth to say no, but Jared tilts her head and looks at him so hopefully that the words die on his tongue. "Sure," he says instead. "You can stay."

~*~

Jared is quite a handful and that's not only talking about her breasts. She's funny, giggly and bouncy and Jensen has to use a stick with pointy things (Sam says it's a double-bladed axe) to keep the filthy male population of the world away from her perky self.

They're at the roadhouse because Jensen is picking up some work and taking the time to catch up with Sam and Dean. Jared is hustling pool with Jo, while Jensen stares morosely at the flyer on the table where he's seated opposite of Sam and Dean. The flyer boast an upcoming gig by the Amazing Hamsters aka Kane.

"I should have stuck with the hamsters," he says, taking a swig of his beer. "Life was easy when it was hamsters."

"I thought you killed the hamsters," Dean points out, pulling the flyer away from Jensen's line of vision.

"Shhh," Jensen says nervously. "Jared might hear."

He glances over to the pool table to find Jared lining up a shot, her perky ass in the air serving as eye candy for every shifty motherfucker in the bar. He wants to go over there and shield it from view, preferably with himself, and he groans weakly.

"I'm gay," he says out loud. "Gay, gay, gay, gay."

Sam snorts. "Dude, that's hardly news. Why the sudden need to come out?"

"It's Jared…"

"You got a lizard in your hair."

"Huh? Oh this?" He lifts the tiny newt down and showing it to Dean. "This is Mike. Well, used to be Mike before he interestingly enough turned into a newt."

"And Mike was?" Sam prompts.

"My landlord."

He shoves Mike back into his shirt pocket and deftly saves Tom from falling to his death from his knee.

"And who is that?" Dean asks as Jensen shoves Tom into his pocket as well.

"Oh, it's Tom."

"And he was?"

"He's just a newt. Jared thought Mike needed some company."

Dean makes a face. "That's vaguely disgusting."

"Tell me about it," Jensen says, looking back towards the table where Jared and Jo are exchanging high fives.

"You got it bad for Jared," Sam says with a huge grin. "You're in love with a girl."

"Am not," Jensen says quickly. "Totally not."

He ogles Sam for a while and, yeah, Sam's still totally hot. Dean kicks him under the table and he looks down on his beer again.

"My life sucks," he says.

"No it doesn't," Dean says with a grin. "It's just a bit… interesting."

Sam and Dean share a look that tells him that they know something he doesn't but since that is usually the case he doesn't bother to call them on it.

~*~

Jared is a girl, a sixteen year old girl. Not only is she of the wrong sex, she is also highly illegal. Jensen tells himself that about seven hundred and fifty three times a day and it's not helping at all. He's never been in love, he never wanted to be in love, and falling in love with a sixteen year old girl is idiocy. He doesn't even want to fuck, except for when he really, really does.

"Jen?"

"Yeah."

"I think I'm horny." Jared sounds happily gleeful, like this is great news and not some sort of catastrophe.

Jensen blinks his eyes open and looks at Jared in horror. She's sitting cross-legged on his bed, studying him with her pretty, pretty eyes.

"What?" he squeaks. "I mean… what made you come to that conclusion?"

"Weeell," she draws out the word. "I've been sitting her looking at this." She reaches out and shamelessly pulls on his morning wood that is tenting the sheet quite spectacularly. He groans and bats her stupid long-fingered hand away. "And it makes me feel all shivery and wet, you know, down there."

"Vagina," Jensen says because that word is such a turn off.

Jared makes a face. "I don't have a vagina."

"Yeah, you do. It's a requisite girl part."

"Nuh uh. I have a pussy."

Jensen screws his eyes shut and wishes, not for the first time, that his life would get just a little bit less interesting.

"I think we should fool around," Jared says matter-of-factly.

"I don't."

"Your cock says otherwise."

"It does not."

Jared giggles. "It does too. You're a horrible liar."

Jensen rolls over on his side, turning his back on Jared and her stupid giggly laugh and her stupid pretty Sam eyes and her stupid stupid girlyness.

"I really can't see why you are resisting," Jared says. "It's most annoying."

"I'm gay, Jared."

"Well, so am I."

Jensen sighs. "No, you are not. If you were, you wouldn't want to fuck me."

There is a brief silence. "But I'm your reward. How can you not want me?"

"Reward?" Jensen rolls over to look at her. "What do you mean reward?"

Jared bites her lip. "Uh… nothing."

Jensen shakes his head. "Whatever. Now, I don't want to fuck you, Jared. Could you please go away?"

Jared pouts in that particularly cute way of hers, the one that makes Jensen go all gooey inside. "Fine."

He looks after her until she gets out in the bedroom at which point he grips himself through the sheet and comes in five seconds flat. Stupid pretty sixteen year old fucking girl messing with his head.

~*~

Sam calls one afternoon when Jensen and Jared are driving back home, doing ninety on the freeway with the top down and shades perched on their noses. The radio is tuned to a classic country station and Jared got one of her long legs tucked in under her.

Looking around casually, Jensen answers the phone. There are no cops in sight and Jared's hair is whipping around her face. Life is pretty fucking good.

"'Lo," he says.

"Hey man, how's the interesting life?" Sam asks. It's been a while since they last spoke, two weeks ago marked the magic one year anniversary of Jensen's interesting life and despite his misgivings nothing spectacular happened. He was almost disappointed.

"Oh you know… it's interesting. Mike turned back into my landlord and Tom turned out to be a really pretty boy. They're happy together except for the occasional craving for dead flies and their chronic dry eyes."

"Dry eyes?"

"They don't blink often enough."

Sam chuckles. "How's Jared?"

"Oh you know, pretty and perky as usual." Jared glances over and gives him a fleeting smile. He smiles back. "My car turned into a cab yesterday and I woke up with different hair colors every day last week. Jared spent a week as a Barbie doll and the annoying voice of reason at the back of my head turned into a person and tried to stab me."

Sam laughs out loud at that. "If I were your voice of reason I would try to kill you too."

Jensen makes a face. "Did you actually want something, Sammy, or is this just a social call?"

"Just checking in. It's been a couple of months. Your restraint amazes me, I must say."

"What do you mean?"

Sam is silent. "Nothing, I just thought you would be banging Jared with her legs around your neck by now."

Jensen snorts, glancing over at Jared. He's kind of come to terms with the fact that he's in love with a girl, but he can't bring himself to defile her. She's so pure and heartfelt and he doesn't want to be the person who takes that away from her. Oh, and the thought of sticking his dick into girly parts and breaking through the hymen freaks him the fuck out.

Sure butt sex hurts occasionally and the first time is bound to sting, but he looked shit up on the internet and no fucking way he's doing that to Jared. He found cases where the girl didn't stop bleeding and others where the guy couldn't even break through and they all had in common that the first time sucked monkey dick.

"How do you know I'm not?" he asks.

"Oh, I'm sure you would have bragged about it," Sam says airily.

The fucker is hiding something, Jensen is sure of it. He just can't figure out what it is.

"Why didn't the damn curse affect you and Dean?" he asks, because he's sure the answer to how to break the curse is hidden in there somewhere.

"Oh, it did," Sam says airily. "And it's not exactly a curse, as per se."

"What do you mean it's not a curse? I've been living in interesting times for over a year and it's a curse alright."

"It got you Jared."

Jensen presses his lips tightly together. "Jared is a girl." Her tiny fist hits him hard on the upper arm and he glares at her. "It's fucking true and you know it, pussy haver."

She huffs and turns her lips into a pout. Jensen pointedly ignores it and decides to buy her a slurpee on their next stop. Girl puts away sugar like it's air.

"Sam," he says with a groan. "Help me out here. Why don't you wake up every other morning with green hair and newts in your bed?"

Sam laughs. "I'll tell you when you figure it out."

"That…" Jensen says. "Is the single most unhelpful advice I ever got." He disconnects the call and throws the phone in the backseat.

"It's illegal to drive and talk on the phone," Jared points out.

"Does it look like I'm on the phone?" Jensen huffs.

Jared presses her lips together, and suddenly it doesn't feel like such a good day anymore.

~*~

Two months later they are on a hunt, just a regular salt and burn job, when things start to go awry. They hunt quite a lot nowadays because Jared thinks it's important. Jensen grumbles that it's not her fine ass getting thrown into walls, but he can't say no to his girl. She says, in her perfectly reasonable way, that apparently he ended up in their world/back in time/whatever for a reason and that reason is obviously to save people and hunt things.

Jensen thinks he ended up in this world to be endlessly tormented by pretty hazel eyes, and also possibly that he let Jared spend all too much time with Sam and Dean. He takes on a lot more hunts though, because he's trying to rack up some good karma so that his life won't be so fucking interesting. He wouldn't mind some peace and quiet to spend with his girl without risking having her turned into a My Little Pony.

Now Jensen is a good hunter. Of course he is, he was created to be a weapon and he's got strength and ability no mere human possesses. It's just that he prefers being a thief, because as a thief, he doesn't get beat up so much and also, the pay is better.

The point is though, that most their hunts (their only in the sense that Jared is present, locked in the car with a gun loaded with silver bullets, a shotgun with rocksalt, an iron knife and a copper spear) are very smooth jobs. Jared does the research, Jensen does the job and half the time they cheat and ask the Winchesters.

Anyway they're at this cemetery (Jensen has seen quite enough of those lately, thank you very much) and he's digging up a grave while Jared holds the flash light. The spirit they are after isn't a particularly malevolent one and Jensen thinks it's okay for Jared to tag along, just this once. Boy was he wrong.

He's just breaking the casket open when it happens. The spirit appears out of nowhere and socks Jared in the chest, sending her flying over the cemetery until her flight is brutally stopped by a tree.

"Jared," Jensen screams, coughing at the rancid smell wafting up from the casket. "Jared."

The flickering spirit is making its way towards Jared's prone body, and Jensen hurriedly pours salt over the rotting flesh in the casket. He jumps out of the grave and dumps an entire bottle of lighter fluid over the corpse. Throwing a lighter into it, he turns and runs for Jared, chanting her name over and over like a prayer.

The spirit is just about to pick her up when it suddenly disappears with an anguished scream and Jensen falls to his knees next to Jared.

"Jared," he whispers, his hands hovering over her body, trying to see if she's hurt without actually touching her. "Jesus, Jared, just talk to me, sweetie. I'll be lost without you."

He can hear her heart beating erratically and sees her chest moving, but she's not responding.

"Don't be hurt," he murmurs, bending forward and putting his cheek against her chest. "Please don't be hurt."

"Jen?"

Jensen lifts his head and a huge smile breaks out on his face when Jared looks up at him. "Don't you ever fucking do that to me again," he says, not even trying to hide the fact that his voice is quaking or that the hands cupping Jared's sweet face are trembling. "Don't you fucking dare."

Jared pushes herself into a sitting position and Jensen immediately moves to support her, pulling her tiny body into his arms. Not for the first time he is mesmerized by her peculiar smell, because she smells just like a guy and maybe it should be repulsive, but it's really not.

"I love you, Jared," he whispers into her thick dark hair, because he never really told her before. He actually never told anyone and it feels kinda huge that he has this person in his life that maybe matters more to him than he does.

She tilts her chin back to look at him, and, taking a deep breath, he presses an almost chaste kiss to her full lips; there is practically no tongue at all. She blinks up at him, a huge grin spreading over her face and then she starts shimmering.

"No… Jared… Don't… What the fuck?"

Jensen blinks, blinks, blinks and blinks again. Licks his lips and blinks some more, because just because it hasn't worked so far doesn't mean it suddenly might.

"Jared?"

"Yeah. Stupid fucking spirit, that really hurt, you know."

"Uh…" Jensen gently disentangles himself from Jared's long limbs and stands up, rubbing his sweaty palms against his thighs. "Where's Jared?"

"I'm Jared."

"No you're not. Jared's got more…" Jensen makes a vague motion over his chest to imply breast.

Jared pulls his shirt up and looks down. "Yeah, there's less of those now. Nice."

Jensen looks at the acres of really fucking hot flesh exposed to his eyes and blinks. "And Jared had a… uhm… vagina."

"Pussy, you twat. I had a pussy. Now I have a dick."

Jared gets to her, well his, feet and wow he's really fucking tall. Not quite Sam tall, but he will be soon enough. Jensen blinks again. May you live in interesting times, yeah right. Fucker.

"I… uhm… you're a boy." Really fucking hot boy. Like a young version of Sam. Jensen's own version of Sam. He hopes.

Jared laughs and it's just like Jared but darker and bigger, even more contagious. "Wow, your observational skills slay me, super man."

"Don't call me that." Jensen frowns. So fucking hot. Can he pounce on Jared now? Or would that be rude? Wrong? He scrubs a hand over his face. His life is so fucking interesting it's likely to kill him. "How's the head?"

Jared shrugs. "Sore. Not worse than when you hit me over the head when we met though."

Jensen swallows. "You're taking this awfully calmly."

"Taking what awfully calmly?"

"The fact that you're a boy. A boy. You got a dick and uh… an Adams apple and if you were a little older you would have hair on your chest."

Jared chuckles. "But Jen… I've been a boy all along. I just happened to have girl parts for a while there, waiting for you to finally fucking GET IT!"

"Get what?"

"That we were meant to be together and that gender is just a perception."

"It's not just a perception. You were a girl, now you're a boy. You have…" he waves his hands around, "Boy parts."

"I'm just never going to get laid, am I?" Jared huffs and then he stomps off in the direction of the car.

Jensen looks after him in bewilderment. He really doesn't want to do this anymore. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and punches in a familiar number.

"Yeah."

"Jared turned into you."

Sam laughs. "Yeah, Dean thought he would."

"You knew???"

"Uh… suspected."

"Is he… will he… will he always be a boy now?"

"Yeah, he'll always be a boy."

Jensen releases a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding. "Does this mean the curse is broken? No more… interesting?"

"Your life will always be plenty interesting, Jen, don't kid yourself, but it will be a lot less weird."

Jensen swallows. "So what is the curse, really? You said it wasn't a curse."

"It's a spell for finding the person that is entirely right for you and proving that you want it against all odds. It's rarely used though because, as you may have noticed, it takes time and has… side effects."

"So that's why it didn't work on you," Jensen says. "Because you already found each other against all odds."

"Now you get it," Sam says, with obvious approval.

"Just one more thing… Who is Jared?"

"We're not sure, but we think he comes from your world, time, whatever. It makes sense that your perfect someone should come from your world."

Laughter bubbles up within Jensen. "Seriously. This is beyond fucked up."

"Well, there is no record of anyone matching Jared's description as a boy, or a girl, that has been reported missing anywhere in the world. We chased a few wild geese during research but pulled up blanks. Whoever he is… he was made for you."

Jensen starts walking towards the car. "He's just a boy."

Sam snorts. "At his age I was already taking it up the ass at a regular basis from my brother… but you just let you conscience guide you. I'm sure you'll do the right thing."

Jensen shoves the phone back in his pocket and starts running.

~*~

Jensen is a good guy; he's so fucking good he surprises himself. It turns out Jared didn't change a bit, except for the part where he now looks like a walking orgasm. He's still the same funny, sweet, perky, caring, really fucking annoying person, and Jensen falls in love with him all over again. This time it's even more real, more solid and dear god he wants him.

It's just that, well, Jared never really said that he loves Jensen back and Jensen is starting to feel like it's really fucking important. He wants Jared to love him back damnit, and the thought that Jared, who is his perfect someone, might not actually kind of hurts. He really hopes that TPTB thought things through before acting and didn't just send Jensen the guy that was perfect for him, because they're supposed to be perfect for each other.

"Is there somewhere else you'd rather be?" Jensen asks one day, because he's been tagging Jared along for over a year now.

Jared blinks, looking up from the book he's reading. "No."

Jensen sighs and walks over to the window. They're in the San Antonio apartment, the one Jared likes best, so he supposes that there really is no other place Jared would like to be. The question is just: does he want to be there with Jensen?

"Do you remember anything before you came here?" Jensen asks, because he never really did before. It's weird, come to think of it, but he supposes a part of him was just desperate enough for company that he didn't even care that Jared was a defenceless girl at the time.

"Yeah."

Jensen spins around, pinning Jared with a stare. "You do?"

Jared makes a face. "Yeah, I do."

"So where do you come from?"

"Manticore."

Jensen blinks, sucking in a breath. "What?"

Jared looks down on his hands. "You know… we've gone this entire time without you asking. Why the fuck did you have to bring it up now?"

"I'm just…" Jensen clenches his teeth. "I just want to know, that's all. Who you are."

"You fucking know me Jen. I've been living in your pocket for a year."

"Only for a week when you were a fucking BARBIE DOLL."

Jared flinches and Jensen decides that enough is enough. The curse is fucking broken and Jared has proved over and over again that he can take better care of himself than Jensen can.

"You know what," he says. "Fuck this. I've had it with the interesting life and the constant surprises. I've had it with guitar playing hamsters, newts, hair color changes, random rains of frog and YOU."

Jensen stalks towards the door and yanks his leather jacket from the coat hanger. "You can keep the apartment and the car. See you around some time and may you live in interesting times," he throws over his shoulder before walking out the door and slamming it behind him.

Jensen makes it all the way down to the garage before his knees gives out under him and he crumples to the floor, trembling and panting for breath. It must be the fumes, really; he's gotten allergic all of a sudden. He sucks in another breath, or maybe he's just really, really, really scared of losing Jared. Damn!

"I'm Manticore," Jared says behind him, sounding slightly out of breath. "But I'm not an X, like you. I'm Y series."

"Y series?" Jensen frowns.

"Yeah," Jared huffs out a bitter laugh. "You don't hear much about us. We didn't turn out all that well. The whole mutant thing was starting to scare them a little, I think, or they were just looking for a commercial use for their talents. So they created the Y series. Born In Vitro, created from a hopscotch of human genes. They wanted to create the perfect humans, taller, stronger, smarter and better, but when they got us they realized that Mother Nature already created people like us, athletes, scientist, models etc. So there really wasn't much use for us. They could use some of their test results to enhance their other breeding programs but basically they just had a bunch of unwanted human kids on their hands."

Jensen swallows, clenching his fists at his sides.

"We were brought up much like you, without the whole psycho overlay. We were schooled together, taught self defence, put through school at a rapid pace. Those who didn't cut it… didn't make it. There were two hundred Y series to begin with… when I left there were only fifty."

"Jared, I…"

"We met once, you know. I hardly think you remember it. I was ten maybe. It was just before you left. I thought you were so beautiful, I'd never seen anyone quite like you. It was late at night and I was running with a message to one of the mechanics. You scared me at first; I didn't hear you coming, but then… It was like meeting a God." Jared snorts. "Whatever, it's not like you need to get any more full of yourself."

"Hey…"

"Just shut up, I'm not finished. Anyway, I heard about them sending you away shortly thereafter. No one really cares about the boy taking out the trash you know, especially not when you own his useless ass, so I heard a lot of things. They thought they'd be able to get you back. You were supposed to just return after a year, but you didn't and I don't think they really had any clue where they'd sent you. So they spent forever putting together this device that they declared fool proof and they asked the Y series for a volunteer to go find you and bring you back, if you were even alive."

"And you were that person?"

"Yeah."

"And are you going to? Bring me back I mean?"

Jared makes an amused sound. "Dude, I broke the device before they were even done with the tinfoil and the butter. I never wanted to bring you back, idiot, I just wanted to find you. I fell in love with you when I was ten years old and I was not gonna pass up on a chance of finding you."

Jensen slowly gets up from the floor, only to realize he's still shaking like a bloody leaf. Jared loves him, Jared loves him, Jared's been in fucking love with him since before he even knew there was such a thing as a Jared. He turns around and faces Jared, who's looking tall and pale and really kind of nervous.

"You're only fifteen," he points out, looking Jared up and down. "I had only been here for four years when you showed up and that's a year ago now."

Jared swallows. "I could be sixteen," he whispers. "I'm not really sure anymore."

Jensen grins suddenly. "Dude, right now I wouldn't even care if you were twelve."

He moves fast enough that Jared flinches when he suddenly appears in his personal space and grabs hold of his ears. Jared opens his mouth, possibly to say something, but Jensen takes it as an invitation and dives right in; melding his mouth against Jared's and sliding his tongue in between Jared's parted lips. It's everything a good kiss should be like, hot, slippery and a little messy with lots of tongue, but it's also so much more that Jensen's head spins and his knees go weak and there is something going on in his stomach he's not quite familiar with.

"Holy fuck," he murmurs when he comes up for air, only to dive straight back into the kiss.

Jared's makes the hottest little whimpering noises EVER when Jensen lets him up for air the next time and, when he looks at him, his eyes are so dark Jensen can barely see a glimmer of hazel around the irises.

"Jen," Jared whispers. "I feel all… strange… like my skins too tight. Is that normal?"

Jensen curses Manticore and their serious lack of sex ed under his breath and pets Jared's floppy hair lightly. "Yeah, baby," he murmurs. "That's completely normal. Come on, sweet, let's go back upstairs."

When Jared's fingers curl around his as they walk up the stairs Jensen feels as if he's flying. It doesn't matter that he's gonna suffer from a severe case of blue balls before he finally feels ready to fuck Jared, because he has Jared and that is all that matters.

The End.