They had a fourth season! It was a celebration. Well, it wasn't much of a celebration, since they'd been off set for a while now and it had been announced weeks ago, but he and Jared would celebrate when they could. They'd both been worked to the bone by the time they'd wrapped up the season. Now that they were both back in L.A., though, and Jensen'd finally managed to get Jared away from his apartment (and bed), they were celebrating. With beer and a sports bar and a Lakers game. He looked over at Jared's empty glass, Jared who was drinking Morgan and Coke, and wondered if, maybe, the bartender should cut him off sometime before closing.
"You're pretty."
Jensen looked up to see whatever girl Jared was talking to and to possibly remind him about Sandy, but Jared was looking at him. "Uh. Yeah."
Jared nodded sagely and Jensen wondered how many Jared had had while he'd been distracted by the game. Jared swayed a bit on his bar stool. "I mean it. You're really pretty. I think it's your hair."
"Okay, we're getting you home," Jensen decided. "Come on."
Jared tried to shrug him off. "'m jus' tired."
"Yeah, yeah." Jensen pulled him onto his feet. "Then we'll get you to bed. But we have to get you out of the bar first."
Jared leaned on Jensen as they walked - stumbled - out of the bar and onto the sidewalk. "How much do you weigh, man?" Jensen complained, but mostly to keep Jared talking. He wasn't leaning much on him and Jared's uncharacteristic silence was mildly concerning.
"Come on," Jensen said, as Jared mumbled something incomprehensible and Jensen buckled him into the passenger seat of his car. "I'm getting you home. Is Sandy going to be there?"
He murmured something into the window and his head sagged against his chest.
"Hey, whoa, Jared," Jensen cried, trying not to panic. He'd seen Jared passed out drunk, sad drunk, and wild drunk in the three years they'd worked together, but he hadn't seen him like this before. He reached over with his right hand and shook Jared shoulder, trying to concentrate on driving and his friend at the same time. "Dude, Jare, wake up!"
Drawing a large palm over his face, Jared blinked and lifted his head off the window. "What'dya want?"
"Just stay with me; we're almost at your apartment." Jensen kept a hand on Jared's shoulder.
He nodded and leaned against Jensen's arm. "You're nice." His eyes slid closed again.
"Hey, hey! Stay awake, man. I can't carry you out of the car by myself. You're too big."
Jared helped - or tried to help - with his seatbelt when Jensen parked the car, but the combined efforts of the two ended abruptly when they knocked heads.
"Fucking hell," Jared swore.
"Why don't you just let me help you here?" Jensen muttered, rubbing his forehead. He reached over and easily unbuckled the belt, concerned about how complacent Jared was being. Normally, even - especially when drunk, Jared was talkative and excitable, like some kind of enormously overgrown Labrador retriever. "Come on, time to get up."
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Date: 2008-06-26 12:10 am (UTC)"You're pretty."
Jensen looked up to see whatever girl Jared was talking to and to possibly remind him about Sandy, but Jared was looking at him. "Uh. Yeah."
Jared nodded sagely and Jensen wondered how many Jared had had while he'd been distracted by the game. Jared swayed a bit on his bar stool. "I mean it. You're really pretty. I think it's your hair."
"Okay, we're getting you home," Jensen decided. "Come on."
Jared tried to shrug him off. "'m jus' tired."
"Yeah, yeah." Jensen pulled him onto his feet. "Then we'll get you to bed. But we have to get you out of the bar first."
Jared leaned on Jensen as they walked - stumbled - out of the bar and onto the sidewalk. "How much do you weigh, man?" Jensen complained, but mostly to keep Jared talking. He wasn't leaning much on him and Jared's uncharacteristic silence was mildly concerning.
"Come on," Jensen said, as Jared mumbled something incomprehensible and Jensen buckled him into the passenger seat of his car. "I'm getting you home. Is Sandy going to be there?"
He murmured something into the window and his head sagged against his chest.
"Hey, whoa, Jared," Jensen cried, trying not to panic. He'd seen Jared passed out drunk, sad drunk, and wild drunk in the three years they'd worked together, but he hadn't seen him like this before. He reached over with his right hand and shook Jared shoulder, trying to concentrate on driving and his friend at the same time. "Dude, Jare, wake up!"
Drawing a large palm over his face, Jared blinked and lifted his head off the window. "What'dya want?"
"Just stay with me; we're almost at your apartment." Jensen kept a hand on Jared's shoulder.
He nodded and leaned against Jensen's arm. "You're nice." His eyes slid closed again.
"Hey, hey! Stay awake, man. I can't carry you out of the car by myself. You're too big."
Jared helped - or tried to help - with his seatbelt when Jensen parked the car, but the combined efforts of the two ended abruptly when they knocked heads.
"Fucking hell," Jared swore.
"Why don't you just let me help you here?" Jensen muttered, rubbing his forehead. He reached over and easily unbuckled the belt, concerned about how complacent Jared was being. Normally, even - especially when drunk, Jared was talkative and excitable, like some kind of enormously overgrown Labrador retriever. "Come on, time to get up."