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Fic: A Fallen (PG)
Jared sits up in bed one day and realizes he’s not a real person.
It’s a Wednesday, the sheets are cool against his bare thighs, and he’s not a real person unless he has someone else with him, to play off of, to emulate, to admire, to love or hate. It makes him think of that one – that one: if a tree falls in a wood and no one’s there to hear it, does it make a sound?
He brews coffee in his kitchen, stirs in a little milk how he knows Jensen likes it, a little sugar how Sandy takes hers, and a dab of brown sugar like his ass of a best friend does. It tastes wrong in his mouth. It’s too sweet and too light, and Jared wonders when he stopped drinking it black.
After he dumps out the rest of his mug, he goes to take a shower, and maybe he can scrub these thoughts out of his hair like he scrubs out gel and dried blood. He’s halfway through before he realizes this is Sandy’s shampoo and Mike bought him this soap, ‘because it’s good for sensitive skin’. Jared doesn’t think he has sensitive skin. Maybe that’s Jensen. He finishes lathering up his skin and rinsing it off anyway.
Kripke calls as soon as he’s out of the shower, a towel around his waist, and says something about Dean’s motivation, changing some lines around. Jared has to tell him this isn’t Jensen’s number four times before Kripke finally believes him and hangs up.
Standing in the middle of his living room with nothing on, Jared looks around and thinks about that tree falling. He is pretty tall.
It’s a Wednesday, the sheets are cool against his bare thighs, and he’s not a real person unless he has someone else with him, to play off of, to emulate, to admire, to love or hate. It makes him think of that one – that one: if a tree falls in a wood and no one’s there to hear it, does it make a sound?
He brews coffee in his kitchen, stirs in a little milk how he knows Jensen likes it, a little sugar how Sandy takes hers, and a dab of brown sugar like his ass of a best friend does. It tastes wrong in his mouth. It’s too sweet and too light, and Jared wonders when he stopped drinking it black.
After he dumps out the rest of his mug, he goes to take a shower, and maybe he can scrub these thoughts out of his hair like he scrubs out gel and dried blood. He’s halfway through before he realizes this is Sandy’s shampoo and Mike bought him this soap, ‘because it’s good for sensitive skin’. Jared doesn’t think he has sensitive skin. Maybe that’s Jensen. He finishes lathering up his skin and rinsing it off anyway.
Kripke calls as soon as he’s out of the shower, a towel around his waist, and says something about Dean’s motivation, changing some lines around. Jared has to tell him this isn’t Jensen’s number four times before Kripke finally believes him and hangs up.
Standing in the middle of his living room with nothing on, Jared looks around and thinks about that tree falling. He is pretty tall.
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I really liked this...is it a one shot? Or will you continue Jared down this path?
~C~
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Anyway, thanks for reading! M'glad you liked it. ♥
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that was amazing
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ZOMGSOGOOD!
I'm all "awwwwwww!" right now.
You're awesome!
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Loved the ending, loved the way Jared feels because I have felt that way myself. And have wondered about others. It's really the meaning of life. Hahahaha oh kripke.
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Also, thank you! It's kind of strange how this whole thing came out, 'cause usually I'm not this existential, but I was trying to think of a character sketch for Jared to go with the one about Jensen drawing, and. I just couldn't. I couldn't make anything about just him. So, yeah. I'll stop babbling now.
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That really makes you think
*crazy*
Loved it
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Beautiful!
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and it's so sad, too. so lost...
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Thanks for this.