Fic: I Wonder (Jared/Jensen)

[theron09]

This one is for morgentau  – I really, really love being friends with you and I hope you like this fic. I hope it’s the kind of thing you meant and I’m sorry if it’s not! Merry Christmas!

Title: I Wonder.

Pairing: Jared/Jensen

Summary: For morgentau , who asked for a fic that made fun of Christmas. I hope this fits the bill!

Rating: PG-13

 

The dogs ran up the path in front of him as Jared made his way back up to the house, trying not to think about how much mud he’d need to clean off them when they got inside. He frowned as he took in all of the damage caused by the recent snowy weather; the overturned wheelbarrow, the broken fence, the fallen gutters.

 He laughed as Harley rolled around in the snow and pulled his keys out of his pocket when he reached the front of the house. Smiling at his dog’s antics, he pushed the door open and smiled even wider when he saw Jensen standing in the hallway. Harley barrelled past towards the kitchen for a drink of water, with Sadie following more sedately behind. Stamping his feet to get rid of the worst of the snow, Jared stepped inside the warm house.

“You’re up early, I’d think-” He broke off at the worried look on Jensen’s face, “What’s wrong?”

Jensen glanced towards the living room door, “There’s a man in the house.”

He smirked, “I thought there was two but if you’re-”

“Jared. I mean it, there’s a guy in our living room. I’ve locked him in.”

“Huh. Are you sure? Because the dogs would have-”

“Of course I’m sure. I’m not stupid.”

Frowning now, he turned and looked towards the living room and then back at Jensen, only just noticing the baseball bat in his partner’s hand, “You’re going with the cliché, then?”

“Jared.”

“Sorry, sorry. This is serious. Okay, on the count of three we open the door. One,” He took a step closer to the door and took the baseball bat from Jensen.

“Two.” Jensen’s hand closed around the handle, “Three.” He pushed the key into the lock and pulled the door open, ready for an attack.

“Huh.” Jared relaxed slightly at the sight of the guy – who had startlingly red hair – lounging in his own favourite beanbag. He turned to look at Jensen as he stepped up beside him, “He doesn’t look very threatening.”

“He’s in our house, Jared.”

“You shouldn’t be scared.” The man winced as they both jumped, “I’m not here to hurt you.”

Jensen took a step forward, “You’re in our house – why?”

The man stood up and went to stand next to the Christmas tree, studying the baubles with interest before he turned and said, with utter conviction, “I’m an angel.”

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“Okay, so he’s a fan.” Jared turned to Jensen and shrugged, “I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

“A fan broke into our house - I’d say that’s plenty to worry about.”

“Well, yeah, but at least he’s not like, a serial killer or something.”

“He still might be, Jared.”

He turned to look at the man, who was now running his fingers through some of the tinsel on the tree, “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“What am I supposed to be a fan of?” He took a step towards them and they both stepped backwards.

Jensen coughed, “Well, the show.”

The man tilted his head, “Actually, I don’t like the portrayal of angels – it casts us in a bad light.”

Eyes widening, Jared knocked his head back against the wall, “I think you better leave.”

“Jared, Jensen, I wanted to-”

“Now.” Jensen reached for the phone, “Or I call the police.”

“We’ve got dogs and they’re big.”

“I’m an angel. Dogs are…easily pacified.”  

“What do you even want?” Jensen’s hand rested on the phone.

“Nothing, really.”

“Nothing? You say you’re an angel and what? You just thought you’d drop by?”

“Yes. But I can see you’re not convinced so I’ll just go.” The man stepped forwards once again and moved past them.

Jensen scratched the back of his neck as he watched him go and, when the front door closed behind him, he turned to face Jared, “Should we have let him go?”

“What?”

“I mean, he’s – he’s-“

“Gone,” Jared shrugged, “We’ll put a deadbolt on the door, make sure he can’t get back in. Let’s just…try and forget about it.”

Outside, the man smiled at the exchange that he’d just heard and turned away from the house. Sighing, he began to walk away; behind him, gutters slid back into place and the snow moved to the side, creating a clear path to walk down. He nodded at a woman who smiled at him as they walked past one another in the street and continued on his way then paused, frowning. He heard the screw fall out and then he had a split second to act as scaffolding began to fall. He moved, faster than he’d moved in a long time, and knocked into the woman, rested his hand on her shoulder as she stared at the spot – now covered by rubble – that she’d been standing in moments before.  Maybe some people would never believe. But maybe he could just manage to make them wonder.

 

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