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A Surprise in Texas
“Jared! How much would it cost me to convince you to let me behind the wheel of your Impala?”
Glancing up from where he was polishing the hood during his lunch break on the set of Walker , Jared Padalecki’s lips curved into a dimpled smile as he looked at Kale Culley, the young actor that played his son on the show. “Zero - not even my own kids will be touching this car!”
Normally, Jared didn’t drive the Impala he’d gotten after Supernatural ended to set, but on that day, he’d made the decision to break his own rule. He did miss being in the car, though it still felt weird to drive it. Much like Sam Winchester felt, Jared knew there was only one person that should ever be behind the wheel of the classic 1967 Chevy. To be perfectly honest, he blamed the fact that he and Jensen had had phone sex the night, both sitting in their respective Impalas, for his decision to drive the car to work today.
“Is there really no A/C in this car?” asked Violet Brinson, or Stella Walker as she was called on the show, as she stuck her head through the open passenger window. She made a show of looking around the interior of the car, frowning as she took in the original stereo system. “How do you turn on the radio and where do you shift or turn the wipers on? You don’t actually have to crank the windows down yourself, do you?”
“Oh my God. Please, for the love of God, when Jensen comes on set to direct? Don’t ask him any of that.” Jared could already see his former co-star, best friend, and love of his life’s reaction to the innocent questions by the younger people on set.
“I can see it now,” Mitch Pileggi said as he walked over to the side of the Impala, leaning down beside Violet. The older actor had played the Winchester brothers’ grandfather on Supernatural and seen firsthand the way Jensen tended to respond when he felt his ‘baby’ was being insulted. It wasn’t just a Dean Winchester trait. “Jensen would try to be patient with these two knuckle-heads, asking every question under the sun, but his head will end up exploding within five minutes. His reputation for being calm and collected while on set will be a distant memory.”
“Yeah, so can I,” Jared muttered, tossing the polishing rag into the open trunk. He frowned when a box was held out to him. “What’s this?” he asked, taking the box from Mitch. His name was written on the label in a handwriting that he easily recognized, but he wasn’t sure why he’d be seeing it now.
Opening the box, Jared felt an odd shiver go up his back as he took in the boots, flannel shirt, t-shirt and jacket. For fifteen years he and Jensen both had put life into Sam and Dean Winchester, as well as parts of themselves. He would’ve recognized the outfit in the box anywhere. Reaching in, he removed a folded note and had to admit that he wasn’t sure if he should be intrigued or worried as he read the brief, to the point message.
Put both sets of coordinates in your phone. Stop and get the key, and then come meet me. There’s work to do.
“Huh, okay...” Jared flipped the note over to make sure he wasn’t missing anything, then looked over the note again. He did as requested, plugging the coordinates into his Google Maps, then started pulling out the clothes.
“Is this one of those things Jim and Bob always told new people on set to just ignore if we noticed anything between you two boys?” Mitch asked after a moment, picking up the note Jared put down. “That note is pure Dean Winchester, Jared.”
“Yep, it is.” Jared didn’t see the reason to lie to the man, anyone who’d ever seen even a single episode would’ve been able to pick up on the gruff, pure hunter tone even in written words. “And yeah, we’re gonna go with just ignore y’all saw this. Since I’m done filming for the day, I’m going to go find out just what the hell is going on and what Jensen’s up to,” he added, switching shirts and changing his boots right there. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
Mitch hid his smile behind his hand as he watched Jared put the box, now filled with half of his Walker wardrobe, in the Impala’s trunk. Jared shrugged on the flannel button down and jacket, his entire demeanor and body language changing as he walked towards the front door of the Impala. He definitely wasn’t Cordell Walker anymore, wasn’t even really Jared.
“Where’s he going?” Violet asked, moving to stand between Mitch and Kale as they watched the taillights of the Impala disappear. “Kale and I wanted to ask him a few more questions.”
With the first set of coordinates set, Jared followed the directions and realized it didn’t seem too far away from the Walker set. As soon as he made a few turns, he frowned. He knew this road, like the back of his hand.
Passing his own house, he drove a little farther down the road and was already turning into the driveway before his phone told him to. “What the hell, Jen?” he asked the empty car, slowing down as he pulled up in front of a house that was pretty much his second home these days.
Parking, he shut the car off and stepped out to meet Danneel as she stood up from the front steps, smiling as if she’d been waiting for him. “Were you expecting me or hiding out here from the trio of terror that would be my God kids?” Jared asked with a warm smile for the woman; she was more than just Jensen’s ‘wife’ and she treated Jared like a brother, often taking on more work by agreeing to take on Jared’s three kids along with her own.
“A little of both, to be honest,” she returned with a warm smile, eyeing Jared up and down for a long moment before letting out a soft little hum, nodding as if something finally made sense. “Guess that outfit explains why I spent an hour cleaning up the mess he made in the attic closet last night,” she mused, reaching up to hug Jared. “He left a box here for you. And I hope you told everyone not to expect to see you for the rest of the weekend?” She raised a brow, smirking slightly. “Afterall, there are things to do and he’ll take care of ‘Sammy’.”
Jared looked down to see what was being held out to him and had to swallow the sudden lump in his throat when he recognized the smooth, polished wood box with a Men of Letters seal engraved in the top.
“Okay, so I expect we’ll be getting a call from someone in Vancouver, because I know that was locked in the vault for storage,” he muttered, sliding the top off to see the simple looking key that had opened the main door to the bunker. “What the hell’s he doing?” Jared asked her. She opened her mouth to answer but the sound of the kids inside shouting was heard through the open windows, and Danneel closed her eyes instead, sighing like she was asking for strength and patience. Jared raised a brow when the kids’ words registered. “I… I didn’t think you guys let the twins watch the episodes yet.”
“We don’t,” Danneel confirmed, blowing out a sigh while whirling to give a shout that there would be no ‘staking anything or anyone, nor would we be salting and burning baby dolls!’ “They’re not allowed to watch any of Supernatural but… they just love it when Daddy let’s ‘Uncle Dean’ out to play to tell bedtime stories.” She gave a strained smile and nodded when Jared’s eyes widened. It was unusual since Jensen had tried to never bring ‘work’ home, to theirs in Canada or the one he shared with Danneel in Austin.
“I don’t know what Jensen’s doing but when you go and find your husband? You can tell him that while I don’t mind when he lets Dean out to play with the kids or keep them entertained by telling carefully censored stories, I do not plan on raising the next generation of Winchesters. He needs to watch what he tells them and what he leaves out, especially after digging through all the trunks he had delivered from Vancouver!” Danneel added in a tone that was perfectly stressed out Mom voice.
“Okay. So, since he’s ‘my’ husband now, I guess I’d better go to this other set of coordinates and see where he’s up to.” He winced at the sound of something crashing from inside only to frown when something else Danneel said registered. “Wait. Trunks? What trunks did Jensen have delivered from Vancouver?” he asked blankly, unsure of what his partner could’ve shipped from Canada that would’ve required the use of multiple trunks. “Do you know where he might be?”
“Even when he was in Toronto filming The Boys, he was scheming and planning something that he wouldn’t really share with me other than it was something just for the two of you. Then he went off on a tangent about warding against angels and demons which I kinda took to mean he was referring to me and Gen.” Danneel shrugged, trying to split her focus between the sounds from her kids and Jared as he looked at what else she held out to him. “When he was first gone, I had contractors, surveyors, and a bunch of people hauling big equipment that he hired to do whatever out on those two acres he bought that borders ours.” She waved a hand to indicate deeper on the property. “But again, all I was told was that he had it under control and plausible deniability was good for me. I have a feeling I know what he’s done, just by that key, but I guess it’s time Sam went and found his big brother to see for sure,” she added with a warm smile, reaching up to straighten Jared’s collar.
Jared stared at the small bronze amulet Danneel placed in his hand. He had one of the versions, but he could tell that this was the original amulet Jensen had worn at the start of the show. Closing his hand around it, he slipped it into the pocket of his jacket and got back behind the wheel. “I’ll go find him and I’ll try to remind him that he or Dean can’t go telling the twins about werewolves or vampires or… anything else. And I’ll remind him to keep all the ‘toys’ locked up.”
“And tell him I’m one more staked doll away from calling his father to have him lecture him on character bleed again,” Danneel added, watching as the mate to the classic black car in her own garage drove away. She could only hope whatever Jensen was up to would help both him and Jared find some sort of the balance that seemed to be missing in both of their lives.
The other set of coordinates looked to be about five miles down the road from the Ackles home, but soon Jared was muttering about stupid unpaved back country roads as he turned up a narrow dirt road, leading into the hills. The road took a sharp turn and as soon as he straightened the wheels, he had to slam on the breaks, cursing in shock at what he saw before him.
“Holy shit,” he whispered, pulling the Impala up until it was in front of an almost exact replica of the front of the Men of Letters bunker… something that he knew he shouldn’t be seeing in the hills above Austin, Texas on the property of his former co-star. “Okay, now he’s scaring me,” he muttered, shutting off the Impala and stepping out to look around.
Jared wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting to find when he got to the end of the coordinates, but it hadn’t been this . A little curious to what else Jensen might have done, or more to the point what else he had managed to buy, take, or even steal off the old set of the bunker, Jared took the key out of the box and decided it was time to find out. He made sure to roll up the windows and lock the Impala before bending down. He was shocked to realize this actually looked to have been built down into the ground and into the manmade mountain behind it.
Slipping the key into the lock, Jared really was shocked to hear the same sound as when the Winchesters first opened the bunker door. The door was heavy, reminiscent of the actual door on set, and Jared followed a small hallway down to another door that he touched for a long moment before slowly reaching for the handle. He immediately felt his breath catch at what he saw when he stepped through the door.
“Oh my God.” Jared felt exactly like Sam had the first time he stepped into the bunker. He stepped up to the ornate metal railing that looked down into the main room, complete with all the assorted items the bunker had, including the dimly lit map table.
Placing a hand on the railing of the spiral steps that led down, Jared was still shocked that he was in Texas and not on set in Vancouver. Everything he saw looked as it should have, right down to the smell , and he would’ve thought he was back in Canada if he hadn’t watched a good bit of these sets be taken apart.
Stepping off the stairs, Jared took his jacket off and dropped it over one of the chairs by the map table out of habit. He turned slowly and felt something clench in his chest when he took in the large, heavy, highly polished wood table that sat in the library.
“Jensen?” he called out, hearing his voice echo, but not as much as Jared expected. The place had been built solidly. He walked over to the table, surprised he didn’t feel that uneasy about being so far underground, or even about his boyfriend building an exact replica of the Winchesters’ home in his own backyard. When he reached the edge of the table, he felt his eyes start to burn.
Both he and Jensen had been on set when the bunker was being torn down. Jared remembered that Jensen had been unusually silent when it came to watching the table with Sam and Dean’s initials being removed and had overheard him and the head of props having words when Jensen learned they planned to sand the table down and redo it for use in other shows.
Jared recalled the numerous times in between takes when he had traced those initials much like Sam had so often. He smiled as he looked at the shelves to see various books and he was tempted to go examine them to see if they were real. But he was also curious to find Jensen and see exactly how much of the bunker had been recreated. Jared knew if his partner had gone to this much trouble to recreate the main part of the bunker, he might even find a dungeon and the other rooms. The question that still confused the actor was why had Jensen done all of this?
“What the hell are you doing, Jensen?” he asked the empty room.
“Waiting for you, little brother.”
The deep, gruff rough voice that spoke from behind him made Jared jump and then silently curse himself for letting his attention drift to memories of times on set. Turning slowly to look fully at the man who had spoken, Jared knew in one brief glance which side of his boyfriend this was. And it wasn’t Jensen.
In their fifteen years of filming, of bringing the Winchester brothers to life on screen, there had been a few very rare occasions in which they allowed their characters to come out. Usually it was to let off steam, or to play during bitterly cold, snowed-in weekends when there was a little too much liquor and too many fan fiction stories.
But this time, with no booze involved, in a place that was intentionally built to look like what had become Sam and Dean’s home, Jared met the green eyes of a man dressed in denim and flannel with a cocky smile he’d seen a million times over the last fifteen years, and felt nervous..
“Dean,” Jared said softly, though confident, and found himself wondering how long it had been since he’d seen Jensen in full character. At least a year… and yet, he could still pick out the differences and similarities in the man and the character he brought to life.The cocky smile wasn’t arrogance but confidence, that only increased with the swagger when he walked towards Jared. Everything about him was Dean and the younger man decided to push away his nerves and see where this was going.
“What’s up with this?” Jared asked with a motion of his hand to the bunker, watching Dean closely as he paused a few steps away, but years of experience told Jared that the space could be closed quickly.
“Home.” The simple, one word answer was given with a teasing glint in deep green eyes and a curve of one side of his lips as the hunter watched the younger man process it. “For us, the bunker and the Impala will always be home,” he went on easily.
“Huh,” Jared grunted, unsure which ‘us’ that was meant for. He knew Jensen had always talked about finding a place in Austin just for them, like they’d shared a house in Vancouver. He hadn’t considered his partner would go to this great of lengths. “Okay... define ‘us’ so I know how deep this character bleed is and if I should be concerned or not.”
Dean’s laugh was still deep, like smooth, well-aged whiskey. He reached a hand out slowly and tucked a strand of much shorter, still unruly, dark hair back behind Jared’s ear. “Us as in you and me. Or them,” he replied with a smirk, probably at seeing the little furrow between Jared’s eyes. He took a half step closer and went on to answer the question with another question. “Concerned for who? Him or… you?”
Jared had always figured that if Sam Winchester had been a real person, there would be more times than was shown on screen where he could’ve cheerfully throttled his brother for his backward way of answering questions.
“Fine, Jerk,” he shot back with a blown out breath of frustration and knowing he sounded more like Sam right then but really didn’t care. “Both. Do I need to be concerned for both Jensen and myself?”
“No,” Dean replied again and closed the space between them. The fingers that had tucked away the hair were now quickly sliding to the back of Jared’s head, twisting in the strands, and pulling his head back. It was Jensen who leaned in, his breath ghosting over Jared’s skin, his lips close to his ear as he whispered, “I love you, do you trust me?”
Jared’s eyes jerked to meet and hold steady green ones that were now locked on him, waiting for an answer. Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, he nodded as best as he could with the fingers gripping his hair. “I know you do and you know I will always trust you. I trust Jensen as much as Sam will always trust you, Dean,” he replied, this time seeing a quick look of surprise before it was replaced with a deeper meaning and a smirk flitted over lips that Jared was impatient to feel on his own.
“Okay then.” Dean licked his lips slowly before they curved into a sexy, sinful smile. He released his hold on Jared’s hair and stepped back. “Wanna play, Sammy?” he asked and then waited, leaving what happened next in the other man’s hands.
If anyone would’ve told Jared that this was how his weekend would go, that he’d find himself in a recreated Men of Letters bunker, face to face with his on screen ‘brother’, considering letting himself slip back into a character that had never fully left him, while bringing a few fan fiction writers dreams to life? Jared probably would’ve laughed.
Now, pushing away from the table that he’d been using for support, Jared held those damn eyes that almost seemed to be daring him to back out a second longer before taking the step that put him closer to Dean. He felt his body relax fully for the first time since they’d filmed their last scene together as he slipped back into Sam Winchester’s shoes.
“Hell yeah, I do,” Sam replied, meeting his brother’s smile with one of his own. They moved in tandem to close that small gap between them and in the next second, their lips were crushing together in a kiss that was all heat, desire, and need. “How - damn, you’re good at this. How many of those fan fiction things have you been reading?” he asked in between kisses, feeling the back of his legs hit the table.
“Enough to know there are some very creative, and in some cases possibly disturbed, people reading into Chuck’s stuff about us,” Dean said, letting his mouth move down Sam’s throat, finding the spot near his collarbone that he knew Sam was especially sensitive and loving the way his brother shifted his head more to give him access.
Flannels and t-shirts were soon pulled off and tossed to the side, while hands and mouths moved over one another, seeking to refamiliarize after so long of not being able to touch.
“Easy, Tiger!” Dean chuckled, catching both of Sam’s hands in his when his brother went to reach for his belt. He held them above his brother’s head and pushed him up onto the library table that he’d cleared ahead of time. “My game, my rules, baby brother,” he said, nudging Sam’s legs apart so he could step between them, then he leaned over him, easing Sam back until he was lying flat, his hands still trapped in one of Dean’s and pinned above him on the table. Dean smiled as he found Sam’s mouth once more, his free hand trailing, feather light, down Sam’s chest, over his quivering stomach muscles, down to the snap of his jeans. “Mine, Sammy. You’re all mine.”
“Fuck!” Sam’s head hit the table at the low, gruff voice that never failed to turn his blood to lava and his brain to mush. “When did you read all the kinky fiction that involved table sex?” he asked, gasping when hot lips closed over a rock hard nipple and began to roll it skillfully with a warm, wet tongue.
“I didn’t need to read anything, I’ve always had plans for you and this table… But I do my fair share of reading when you’ve got your nose in your laptop looking up lore or finding us a case.” Dean’s lips curved up into a slow, sinful smile while the tip of his tongue flicked over the hardened nub. He lifted his eyes up to meet Sam’s and saw how dark they’d already gotten. “You should know your big brother has a wicked and very creative imagination, especially when I set my mind to something. And for you, Sammy? Even without all the late night reading, I have some very interesting things planned for us and quite a few places in this bunker.”
“I’m guessing the dungeon comes to mind?” Sam asked with a chuckle, hearing Dean’s responding laugh and loving that it was full, deep, carefree, meaning his brother had let his guard down.
“Dude! From the first time I saw that room I started having ideas about the fun we could have in there,” Dean returned, stretching back up so he could use his tongue to trace the outline of Sam’s lips. Sam let his jaw fall open, meeting Dean’s tongue with his own, their kisses growing in heat and depth. Until Dean felt Sam’s legs trying to wrap around him as if to bring him closer. “Huh-uh, Sammy. Not that simple, baby boy.” He chuckled against Sam’s lips, licking over them once more before pulling back and not missing the low groan of frustration from the younger Winchester. “Keep your arms above you or I’m pulling out the cuffs.”
Sam’s eyes had been rolling but suddenly snapped back up as he lifted his head to shoot his brother a surprised look. “We have cuffs?” he asked and began figuring out ways those could be used.
“Oh, I made sure this place had all the toys, Sammy.” Dean smirked, stepping back to begin the slow process of tormenting Sam with kisses that he switched from hot and fast to slow and teasingly soft, his fingers pulling the zipper of his fly down teasingly slow after working out the buttons on his belt. “Hey, don’t growl at me for this taking so long. You’re the one that had to wear this damn belt with all the stupid buttons,” he said with a what was between a laugh and a growl.
“Oh, well excuse me! I didn’t exactly plan to get ambushed in the bunker’s library when I got dressed this morning!” Sam shot back, lifting his head again, but this time put his arms under them so he could both follow instructions and not strain his neck watching his brother. “Next time, warn me and I’ll dress for it!”
“Warning you would take all the fun out of the whole ‘ambushing you in the library’ part of it, little brother,” Dean returned, finally getting the last button undone. He looked up and met Sam’s eyes with a heated look that instantly had Sam’s already hardening cock harder. “Though I am burning this damn belt, just so you know that,” he added, stepping back just enough to take a good look at Sam, lying stretched out naked on the glossy table. He swore he could come in his jeans at just the sight of the hard muscled body in front of him, but he had other plans.
“Damn. Sometimes I forget how gorgeous you are. No. Don’t do that,” Dean was quick to lean down to catch Sam’s jaw in his head when he moved to look away, fighting not to blush. “Look at me. Sam. Look at me.”
The order was deep but not cold. Once his brother looked back at him, Dean was momentarily mesmerized by the swirl of gold and blue, then he leaned closer so he could keep Sam’s gaze locked on his, kissing his brother until he felt Sam relax again.
“I’ve told you this before and yeah, I don’t say it enough, but when I do say how damn hot or drop dead gorgeous you are? I don’t want you to look away because I mean it.” He caught Sam’s mouth in a deep kiss, pouring in every emotion that Dean didn’t always show or express. He let his lips slide up Sam’s face before gently tugging on his earlobe with his teeth, knowing the reaction it would get. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered again before easing back to reach for the small bottle of lube in his pocket he’d put there earlier. “Now, let’s see how much patience you have today, baby brother.”
Sam already knew his patience was at an all-time low and figured by the time Dean was done prepping him, whatever remained would be gone and he’d be growling about blue balls if his brother would hurry the hell up. It ended with Sam promising to wash and wax the Impala for a year and then turned to threatening to toss the box of cassette tapes, before Dean did something other than torture him and run his mouth.
“I’d forgotten how bossy you can get when I take my time.” Dean offered his best, pure sin smile, as he rubbed gentle circles against the center of Sam’s chest, pushing gently to keep his brother still. “Settle down, Sammy,” he urged, waiting until his brother’s eyes, lust blown and almost completely black, met his.
Stretching Sam had taken longer than Dean had thought it would, but he blamed that on them not being able to have regular sex due to outside issues. He’d been tempted quite a few times to give in to Sam’s begging, saying he was stretched enough, but knew when even with three fingers it still felt tight. The last thing he wanted was to cause his brother pain and for Dean, even a little pain when they made love was too much.
“This will not take either of us long this time,” he warned after he’d taken a step away to shed his own jeans and boxer briefs, fighting not to sigh with relief from losing the too tight denim. He groaned when Sam lifted his head to watch him shed his jeans, his cock throbbing in pleasure at being watched. “Still like what you see?” Dean asked, stepping back to the table to reach for Sam to help move him closer to the edge.
“I will always like what I see, Dean,” Sam assured him, hesitating a second as he debated saying what was on his tongue before choosing to just go for it. “Hey,” he called, waiting until deep green lifted to look at him with a raised brow, “you’re still pretty hot yourself.”
Dean blinked as if surprised, still holding Sam’s gaze and seeing so much on the younger man’s face that he understood why he chose that moment to say those words to him. “Fine, chick flick rule tossed for the weekend, bitch,” he said with a teasing smirk.
“Jerk,” Sam returned, laughing when strong hands suddenly gripped his hips and brought his ass level with the edge of the table. He watched his brother pour more lube in his hand to cover his dripping cock before he placed the mushroom tip against Sam’s well stretched hole. Then, he gave a slow roll of his hips that had both Winchesters groaning. “Dude! I am not a girl and I am going to start swinging if you don’t put that dick fully in my ass!”
“Bossy.” Dean smiled, understanding that they were both ready to explode and that they had all weekend to play games. With a nod he reached for Sam’s hand, giving a more solid roll of his hips as he pulled Sam up to a sitting position, sliding perfectly into Sam’s hot, tight body. “Fuck! I forgot how tight you were.” he groaned at the feel of tight heat closing around his cock.
Sam bit his lip as he fought back the need to touch his now steadily streaming cock, meeting Dean’s kiss with a groan of want and a gasp when he felt strong fingers wrapping around his cock. “Dean…”
“Come when you want, Sammy,” Dean told him in between lingering kisses, finding a rhythm that they both enjoyed. He held his brother tight against him with one arm while using his free hand to stroke Sam’s cock. Sam’s body clenched around him and he knew he was close to coming, the sounds he made made it clear he was fighting it, trying to hold off. “Sammy, come for me,” Dean ordered, pulling the lobe of Sam’s ear into his mouth and sucking gently, his hand squeezing just a little bit harder around Sam’s cock, his thumb pressing into the slit.
Dean felt Sam jerk at the combined stimulation and then he was shouting Dean’s name. Dean groaned and caught Sam’s mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing down every moan as white, hot strips of come painted his hand and Sam’s stomach. Dean gave a final thrust of his hips and he felt himself follow his brother over the edge until soon there were no sounds in the bunker other than soft murmurs of love between them that would never leave these walls or each other.
A soft whimper from Sam told Dean when it was time to let go when pleasure turned to pain. He eased his hand away, moving it instead to pull Sam in closer. Sam gave a happy, sated sigh and let himself go, completely relaxing in Dean’s hold.
Dean reached up to card a hand back through Sam’s sweaty locks, taking the moment to be close while his wildly beating heart settled. When the sweat on their skin started to cool and Sam shivered against him, Dean reluctantly started to pull back. Before he released his baby brother, he leaned in and whispered, “I will love you always, my baby brother.”and pressed a gentle kiss to the center of Sam’s forehead. Sam murmured “I love you” back and reluctantly, Dean allowed the moment to end, knowing they had to clean up before they stuck to the table.
“And cut.”
***
Jared woke to the sounds of soft sounds of classic rock playing and the sound of a strong heart beating under his ear. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, hoping he hadn’t been dreaming, and finally opened them when he felt calloused fingertips trailing down his back.
“You know all those stories we’ve read that had me, had Dean , bitching about no more sex in the bunker unless it was in a bed because it sucked trying to move his pain in the ass little brother through the place when he’s sated and sleepy after awesome sex?” Jensen’s voice was low and deep and with just a touch of amused frustration. “Yeah. Dude, we are not having sex anywhere in this place unless I plan ahead for an air mattress or something cause it is not easy moving you when you crash and you crashed hard, sweetheart,” he added but this time with a little more concern showing in his voice. “You awake now, Jay?”
Jared thought about saying no. He was relaxed and comfortable where he was and wasn’t sure if he wanted to wake up fully and see what reality was again. Then he felt a gentle pinch to his side and knew Jensen was getting worried, both about him and maybe even how he would react to what they’d just done or to the bunker replica.
Opening his eyes slowly, the first thing Jared noticed was that the bedroom looked the same as he knew Dean’s room had looked that last day. There was still an odd twinge inside him over Sam’s last time in his brother’s room, but just as he was about to shake that mood off he felt his back hit the bed and soon had deep green eyes staring into his.
“No, don’t go there because I didn’t do any of this to make you sad or bring those times back to either of us.” Jensen had felt his lover tense and quickly realized what might have been going on in Jared’s head because in truth, he’d had the same reaction the first time he’d stepped inside the finished construction. “I do not regret how we ended our show because Dean went out doing what he always said he’d do and also gave Sam the life he wanted him to have. This? What I’ve done here by building this is for both Sam and Dean and for you and me.”
Jensen paused to gently brush his fingers back through Jared’s hair. “I know you probably have a boatload of questions about why or how I did it and I’ll give you those answers, Jay. I will give you everything I ever promised you, including a place that is just ours.”
“The bunker a part of that, Jen?” Jared asked, blinking sleep out of his eyes and noticing that Jensen’s scruff had gotten a little heavier than it had been earlier when they’d been roleplaying. “How long have I been asleep?” he decided to ask, suspecting when Jensen ran his tongue over his teeth that he might not like the answer. “Shit. I’m sorry if I worried you… At least tell me it’s not Monday.”
“No, it’s not that late or else I would’ve been shaking you awake. It’s only Saturday afternoon but even that had me starting to think I broke you.” Jensen smiled, leaning closer to place a soft kiss against Jared’s and felt it returned. “And yes, the bunker is a part of the whole ‘us having our own place’. A part of, not the place in particular,” he went on, pushing up on an elbow and leaning over Jared. “Later today, or even tomorrow if you want to explore this place instead, I’ll take you over and show you the actual house I had built. It’s about a mile or so away from the bunker.”
“House?” Jared asked, searching Jensen’s eyes for any sign that he was joking. Jensen nodded once and Jared took a moment, blinking rapidly as it set in just what his partner had been doing since Supernatural ended. “You built an actual house as well as basically a mountain with a bunker? Dude! How exactly did you do all this without anyone finding out and, more importantly, do I have to worry about Jim or someone in Vancouver calling about you stealing their stuff?” he asked in a rush or words that were cut off by a slow, deep kiss.
“First, it’s our stuff so no stealing was involved. Just some money exchanging hands and a promise that when we do a comeback, reboot, mini-series -- whatever the hell we’re calling it, the studio can borrow the stuff,” Jensen returned once he broke the kiss, content to lay in the bed with Jared and share lazy, loving kisses while his fingers roamed over a body that he still knew by heart. “As for the other, I’ve learned how to get things done in Texas without people finding out and putting it all over the internet for the rumor trolls to do their thing, Jared. My name is nowhere on any paperwork unless someone digs about forty levels down.
“By the time anyone finds out I’ve bought property bordering my own house, this place will have security around it. As far as the bunker goes, once the trees grow up, unless it’s by drone, no one should see it. And even if they do? I don’t give a fuck,” he went on seriously, leaning down to kiss Jared again. “I know while you’re still with Walker I can’t out us, but Jay, every damn time I see you with that many shadows in your eyes from not sleeping or dealing with crap that you shouldn’t have to? It pisses me off and makes me just want to say fuck everyone and kiss you right out in the open.”
Jared suspected that had been part of why Jensen had done this. He also wasn’t surprised that his lover had known about things he hadn’t shared when they’d spoken on the phone. “Mitch is telling the kids on set that the first day you come to direct not to expect to see us and to ignore any sounds from my trailer,” he decided to say just to see what reaction he’d get from Jensen. “I guess we could just shock the shit out of the whole damn set.”
“Don’t tempt me, babe.” Jensen laughed, reaching to bring Jared back into his arms as he rolled over to his back. Jared settled, laying his head back over his heart. “I am fully prepared to out us in any manner that you feel comfortable with. Kissing you the second I step on that set would not be hard,” he added, smiling as he watched Jared arch into his touch when he caressed his fingers up his back. “I just need a heads up so both of our lawyers, our parents, and Danneel can be prepared for the fallout.”
It had been something that they’d both talked about, along with having their own house to live in again. Jared understood that the moment was coming closer and truthfully, he wouldn’t be upset since he was getting impatient with the lies and pretending to be happily married when he never had been except to the man laying next to him.
“By the way, I’m supposed to tell my husband that Danneel doesn’t mind when Uncle Dean comes to play, but she’s kinda pissed about the mess you made and the stuff you must have left out. ‘She’s not raising the next generation of Winchesters’. And when I left, I think the twins had rubber machetes.” Jared didn’t bother lifting his head at the muttered curse. “Oh and Violet and Kale want to know how to turn the real stereo in the Impala,the wipers, and - are you growling?” he asked, tongue in his cheek.
“I plan to move all that stuff over to the house once it’s fully finished and I’ll do damage control on the kids’ less than subtle hunting techniques Monday, I want to drop you off on set and maybe get a feel for things there before I direct.” Jared nodded against his chest and Jensen let his mind wander for a moment, making a mental note to text Danneel to bring dinner to the door of the bunker later. “I’ll try not to snarl too much at those kids if they ask me stupid questions about my car.”
Jared chuckled, looking up this time to meet Jensen’s next kiss and feeling the love in it as much as he could. “You want to roleplay in the dungeon sometime, Jensen?” he decided to ask, already knowing the answer even without hearing the low laugh that was more Dean than Jensen.
“Without a doubt, Jay.”
Jensen had plans to let the Winchesters out to play again, even if he’d have to remind himself whenever Sam and Dean actually did return to screen that he’d have to go back to making things PG. “Go back to sleep. The next time you wake up, I’ll show you around and then walk over to where the house is going to be. Then, we can eat and we’ll come back here so Dean can have his wicked way with Sam whenever you or Sam wants,” he added.
“I might just move in here before that happens,” Jared muttered, half asleep and not thinking of what he might be saying. “I missed being him, you know? It felt so right to just be Sam for that time.” He opened sleep heavy eyes to stare up at a serious looking Jensen. “I miss Sam. I miss Dean. I… I miss you, Jen.”
Jensen nodded, brushing the back of his knuckles down Jared’s cheek to see him smile again before sleep came and soon Jared was sleeping peacefully in Jensen’s arms, leaving the other man to his own thoughts and plans of how he could give Jared all that he missed full time again.
“Soon, Jared. Soon, we’ll be back home. But you? You will always be where you belong and that’s with me and Dean, and I will always look after you and Sam,” he promised softly, giving the room another look to smile and close his eyes, ideas forming for the days and months to come. “I love you, Jared.”
The End