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04 August 2010 @ 08:27 pm
fic: mashed potatoes and gravy (as this sunset turns to morning timestamp)  
Title: mashed potatoes and gravy
Author: _mournthewicked
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word Count: ~ 5,000
Disclaimer: Look up fiction in the dictionary. You won’t find a picture of this story, but the definition of the word ‘fiction’, which this is.
Summary: Sleepovers are for grown-ups too. [This is a timestamp to as this sunset turns to morning and it won't make much sense if you haven't read that.]

Notes: This is the first fic written for the fic for charity exchange that I am doing. Go donate and request something! This was written for tiria_thurin, who requested a sunset timestamp. Enjoy! ♥

More Notes: I love that I am posting this today, the day that Prop 8 was overturned in California. These boys would be very happy today! :D

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“Fifteen minutes until the bell rings, guys.” Jensen pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and squints at the clock. “Go ahead and pack up.”

There’s a flurry of excitement as the group of third graders collect their pencils and papers, the snap-clasp of little boxes and the zip-zip of backpacks and binders almost like music to Jensen’s tired ears.

Truth is, he’s anticipating that end of the day bell just as much as his students. Maybe even more so.

“What are you gonna do this weekend, Mr. Ackles?” Maddie, a tiny little gap-toothed girl, asks him. Jensen grins widely and sits on the edge of his desk. Twenty sets of curious little eyes fix on him, but he isn’t nervous. He can be the center of attention in front of his kids, no problem.

“Who’s going to have a slumber party this weekend?” Jensen asks. Half a dozen hands shoot up into the air and Jensen chuckles. “Well, so am I.”

“Really?” This came from Tyler, a small black-haired boy in glasses. “I didn’t know grown-ups had sleepovers.”

Jensen chuckles at that. All grown-ups have sleepovers, just not the kind that these innocent little children are thinking of. This is Jensen’s first year of teaching, and he’s glad that he picked an elementary school. Eight year olds are much easier to understand than adults. They’re open and they’re honest and there is rarely ever any hate in their tiny little hearts. Jensen likes that. Plus, he’s only twenty-three. He isn’t quite ready to give up on being a kid himself.

“This grown-up does,” Jensen tells them. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen some of my best friends, and they’re coming to visit this weekend.”

“Awesome!” Tyler shouts. Jensen grins, because yeah, it’s pretty awesome.

“Which is why you’ll have a sub on Monday,” Jensen says, breaking the news as gently as possible.

“Awesomer,” Tyler says wickedly. He reaches over to high-five Bradley, his partner in crime. Jensen rolls his eyes a little.

“Be nice,” Jensen tells them. “Mrs. Gordon will give me a full report when I get back, so no funny business. Tyler.”

Tyler pouts and then the bell rings. All the children tense up and stare desperately at the door. Jensen takes pity on them and pushes away from his desk. His messenger bag is all packed and ready to go, and he grabs it as he addresses his kids.

“Okay guys, line up!” He dutifully leads his kids in a single-file line out to the front of the school, where he drops the bus kids off at their designated area before leading the others up front. He watches as the walkers toddle off with their friends and then stands at attention, chit-chatting with parents and other teachers until the last of his kids are picked up.

He starts looking for his own ride at that point, squinting into the sun and pushing up onto his tiptoes to see better. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he extracts it to see one new text. Meet me at the swings.

Jensen’s lips curve up into a fond smile and he gives his fellow teachers a salute before heading to the small playground around back. It’s crawling with kids, as it’s prone to be on a Friday afternoon. Jensen spots his boyfriend chatting up Alison, the school nurse and their good friend, and he approaches.

As soon as Jared sees him coming, however, he zips off into the playground and climbs up onto the bouncy bridge connecting two slides. He gives Jensen a wink and a come hither smile, and he shakes his head fondly. Jared grins and disappears into one of the orange fiberglass tubes that make up the labyrinth playground. Alison laughs and Jensen smirks as he hands off his bag to her and follows Jared up into the jungle gym.

He finally finds Jared at the top of the tallest tube slide. There’s a line of kids waiting to go down and Jared is at the front with a look of pure, childlike glee on his face.

“You gotta pay the toll,” Jared tells the redhead girl at the front. He holds up his giant hand and she high-fives him, freckled little fingers barely stretching past his palm. Jared laughs and waves her into the slide with a flourish. This goes on until the last kid has gone down the slide and it’s just Jared and Jensen all alone on the platform. Jensen playfully holds up his hand, offering a high-five, and Jared laughs as he presses their palms together and then holds Jensen’s hand in his own.

“Hey,” Jared says, voice all soft and sweet. He smells like clean sweat and gravel dust, sunshine and grass, almost like a kid. Jared always did think that growing up was overrated, despite him being the most mature person that Jensen knows. “Ready for our slumber party?”

“Indeed I am,” Jensen tells him, “so we better get going.” He turns to climb back down the side of the jungle gym but Jared grabs him by the waistband of his jeans and pulls him backwards.

“Down the slide, Mr. Ackles,” Jared tells him with a mischievous sparkle in his eye, “or not down at all.”

“Jared, c’mon,” Jensen chuckles. “I doubt we can even fit down the slide.”

“Sure we can,” Jared tells him. He glances over Jensen’s shoulder and smirks. “Better hurry. The line is forming again.”

Jensen glances back to see a group of kids, all waiting with crossed arms or tapping toes. Jared smirks and gives Jensen a quick peck on the cheek before slipping into the tube slide with a loud whoop.

“Go on, Mr. Ackles!” A kid shouts out, and Jensen goes down the slide with a booming laugh.

He’s glad he has all these kids around (Jared included) to keep him young.


They don’t even need to stop off at their home in Bernal Heights. Jared already packed up the car and they leave directly from Jensen’s elementary school just a few blocks away.

The traffic on the way out of San Francisco is horrendous, as it often tends to be on a Friday afternoon, but they don’t really seem to notice. They hold hands over the center console of Jared’s SUV like love struck teenagers and tell each other about their day.

Jared is the Youth Programs Coordinator at the LGBT Center and he couldn’t be happier with his position. Kids are really important to the both of them. Jensen wants every child to grow up happy, healthy, and loved – something he never got. And Jared, well, he just loves everyone.

They pull up in front of Jared’s childhood home and Jared barely has the car in park before he’s barreling out of it and up the front steps. Jensen chuckles and gets their bag out of the back before following his overexcited boyfriend into the house. He steps over Jared, who is lying on the floor with Harley and Sadie. Both dogs are over ten years old now, but you wouldn’t know it by the way they act when Jared walks through the door.

Jensen barely makes it three steps past Jared before he’s being enveloped by Sherri in a tight, bone-crushing hug. Jensen relaxes against her and closes his eyes at the familiar scent of her vanilla shampoo.

“Hey Mom,” Jensen breathes. It may have taken eighteen years, but he finally got to know what a mother’s love truly feels like, and it’s this, right here. He wraps his arms around her small frame and just holds on for dear life. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Bean.” Jensen chuckles at the familiar nickname and squeezes even tighter. Their hug lasts until Jared gets done with his dogs and strong-arms Jensen away from his mother to hug her himself. Jensen stumbles backwards and chuckles when Jared lifts Sherri off of the floor and she lets out a shriek as she slaps at his muscular arms.

Jensen straightens his glasses and turns to face Matt, his stepfather for all intents and purposes, and they share a quick hug. Matt is a good man, someone worthy of Sherri, and he’s glad that they got married. Jared is too, despite his initial reservations when the two first announced their engagement almost two years ago.

Jared lets go of his mother and greets his stepdad with a hug and a punch to the shoulder, and then he takes off into the backyard with his beloved dogs while Jensen hangs around to help with dinner.

“I think he misses those dogs more than he misses me,” Sherri says as she expertly slices a cucumber. Jensen chuckles as he dices a tomato. Sherri taught him everything he knows about cooking, something that Jared is eternally grateful for, since he can barely microwave a TV dinner without setting something on fire.

“Nonsense,” Jensen admonishes. “We were just in a car for a whole two hours. He has a lot of energy to burn off.”

Sherri chuckles and stares fondly out the sliding glass door to watch Jared run back and forth, chasing a panting Harley and a spry Sadie. Jensen instead takes the time to look at Sherri. She’s barely forty but looks even younger. No one believes that she’s old enough to be Jared’s mom. She has the bright glow of youth on her rosy cheeks, and Jensen knows where Jared got it.

Sherri, his mother, is the most beautiful woman on the planet, in Jensen’s humble opinion. It makes perfect sense. She did give birth to the most beautiful boy in the world, after all.

“It’s almost summer,” Jensen says conversationally. He’s trying not to think about it too much because the arrival of summer means saying goodbye to his first group of kids, and that’s not something that he has quite come to terms with. “And Jared has some vacation time saved up. I was thinking we could all take a trip somewhere. As a family.”

“I’d love that, Bean,” Sherri says softly. Between work and fixing up the home that they just bought together, they have trouble finding the time to make it home to visit, no matter how reasonably short the drive may be.

Jensen vows to fix that.

Jared and the dogs wander in shortly before dinner is ready and Jared goes to wash up, giving Jensen a sweaty kiss on the side of his neck before disappearing into the bathroom.

The four of them sit down to eat, and it’s the best meal they’ve had in ages.

The company isn’t too bad, either.


After dinner has been eaten and the dishes have been done (which Matt and Jared thoughtfully offered to do), Jared grabs Jensen by the hand and drags him into his old bedroom.

Jared pushes Jensen up against the closed door and kisses him soundly, tongue teasing at the seam of his lips as his hands dip into the waistband of Jensen’s jeans. Jensen lets out a little moan and breaks their kiss, laughing breathlessly as he reaches up to push Jared’s hair back from his face.

“What are you doing?” Jensen asks, though Jared’s intent is obvious. Jared raises a brow and widens Jensen’s stance with his foot before slipping between the vee of his legs.

“I haven’t really kissed you since yesterday,” Jared breathes. He glances at Jensen’s plump lips and kisses him softly. “And there’s something about this room,” Jared says in a whisper, moist lips pressed against Jensen’s freckled ear. “It’s where you let me touch you for the first time, where we had all those hot, fumbling nights. It’s like some sort of wicked sense memory. I get you in this room and I just – I want you.”

Jensen shudders and makes a little more room for Jared between his splayed thighs. He slips a little, back skidding against the wooden door, but he trusts Jared to keep him from falling.

“Five years ago,” Jensen mumbles against Jared’s lips, and then he chuckles. “I was such a mess. I was ridiculous. No idea why you put up with me.”

“You were not ridiculous,” Jared tells him, snagging Jensen’s bottom lip and giving it a quick little bite before releasing it. “You were wonderful. And beautiful. And everything I ever needed.”

“Sweet talker,” Jensen retorts, but Jared kisses his flaming cheeks and Jensen melts in his arms. Jared is hot and hard in his jeans, rubbing up against Jensen so seductively. He’s powerless to resist, especially when Jared lays his lips on the side of his neck and starts to suck. “Mm, fine. Take me to bed. Touch me everywhere.”

And, well, Jared doesn’t have to be told twice.


They sleep in the next day, curled up together in Jared’s old full-sized bed. They have a king at home, but they still always end up in a heaping pile of limbs directly in the center. Who needs all that extra space anyway?

Sherri comes in to rouse them after a bit. She and Matt are going off to stay in a quaint little bed and breakfast up in the foothills so Jared and Jensen can have the house to themselves, just like old times. She promises to be back on Monday morning, and tells them to make sure no one leaves before she gets to see them.

Jared and Jensen tumble out of bed in their underwear, hair mussed and eyes half-closed, to kiss her cheek before stumbling into the bathroom together.

They miss the way Sherri’s eyes tear up, just like they always do when she stops to really look at them. They’ve been through so much, have come so far, and are still more in love every single time that she sees them. What they have was pulled straight from a fairytale, and she thanks whoever might be listening for the gift her boys were given.

Jared and Jensen meet up with Mackenzie for lunch. She’s a senior now, at the same high school that Jared and Jensen attended. She’s active in the GSA, and while she keeps that a secret from her parents, Jensen was pleasantly surprised to learn that they slackened their grip on Mac’s leash just a bit. Maybe they came to their senses. They have two sons and a grandchild that they never see. They might want one of their kids to stick around.

In any case, Jensen is glad to see her, and he hugs her extra tight and kisses her forehead until she squirms.

After their lunch date, they head to the store to pick up snacks and movies. It’s easy to feel like teenagers again, shopping in the same grocery store that they used to, buying the same snacks, planning the same Saturday night. It’s familiar, and Jensen sighs happily when Jared tangles their fingers together while they ruminate over all the different popcorn choices.

They’re putting away all the groceries when the doorbell rings, and Jared lets out a squeak of happiness as he goes to answer it. Standing on the front porch is Misha, fresh off of a plane from Los Angeles.

“Hey guys!” Misha greets them. “You’re still both hideously unattractive, I see.”

Jensen smirks and Jared punches him in the shoulder before gripping him by the lapels of his jacket and yanking him over the threshold. The hug that Jared gives him can only be described as epic, and Jensen laughs for only a moment before he’s pulled into Jared’s tight grip as well.

He wraps an arm around Misha and kisses his temple. They haven’t seen Misha in almost a year. He’s only in L.A., but the timing was never right. But he’s here now, and that’s what matters.

“Sandy should be along shortly,” Misha says once Jared releases them. “She was supposed to fly in with me but she got an audition and had to change her flight.”

“Oh,” Jared says with a nod. “Come on in, man. Fuck, it’s good to see you.”

“Did someone say fuck?” Chad calls out as he bursts through the open front door. He jumps onto Misha’s back and he sags under the sudden weight, laughing as he hooks his arms under Chad’s legs to keep him from falling.

“I may have texted him from the cab,” Misha admits, making a face when Chad lurches forward to kiss his cheek. Jared and Jensen share an amused look as Chad hops off of Misha’s back and spins him around to give him a hug. “Good to see you too, man.”

Chad is the only one of the group still living in town. College never was his thing. He took a few classes here and there before eventually dropping out and taking a job with a contracting firm. He likes to build things, and he likes to crudely catcall pretty girls on the street, so construction is a pretty good fit for him. He’s happy, and that’s all everyone really cares about.

“God, I missed your stupid homo faces,” Chad says cheerily, and then kisses all three of them right on the mouth. Misha slips him the tongue, and Chad kisses him even harder. Jared and Jensen just watch their game of gay chicken with fond exasperation.

Chad is finally the one to break the kiss, pushing a cackling Misha back with one hand while wiping his mouth with the other.

“Get in here, crazies,” Jared says as he shuts the door. “Sophia’s plane should be landing any minute.”

The boys all cram onto the couch and crack open beers, Jensen sitting on Jared’s lap with his legs splayed over Misha’s thighs while he wraps one arm around Chad’s shoulders. Five years later, and they still haven’t learned the concept of personal space.

About an hour later the doorbell rings, and no one really feels like getting up. Jared shouts at whoever it is to come on in, and they’re soon greeted with the sight of two gorgeous brunettes.

Sandy and Sophia broke up in their freshman year of college. It was just too hard for them with Sandy being in Los Angeles and Sophia being in New York City. And while it was sad, they never stopped being friends.

“Look what I found skulking around the airport,” Sandy says as she drags her bag over the threshold.”

“Well look at this pile of fine looking boys right here,” Sophia says in that sandpapery voice of hers. Sometimes Jensen likes to call Sophia up for no reason other than just to hear her talk.

Both girls jump on top of them, limbs flying everywhere, and Jensen laughs harder than he has in weeks. He laughs all the time, every single day now, but it’s never as loud and booming as it is when they’re all together.

“I miss you guys,” Sandy admits into the side of Jensen’s neck, voice wobbly and thick. Jensen squeezes her tight and kisses the side of her head.

This is the hard part of growing up, being away from all your friends. Life stretches people in all different directions, but there’s always one constant. Somehow, in the midst of the squirming pile of his best friends, he finds Jared’s hand and squeezes.

Jared looks over at him with a radiant grin, cheeks flushed bright pink, and moves Misha’s arm out of the way to lean in for a kiss. Their lips meet at the sound of their friends cooing. Jared laughs against Jensen’s mouth and then kisses him even harder.

Jensen sighs happily and returns the kiss, even if Sandy’s elbow is digging into his spleen.


Hours later the sun has set, and furniture has been moved. There’s a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor and their favorite comedy playing on the television. Everyone is in pajamas and stuffed full of unhealthy food.

They’re really taking this whole slumber party thing seriously.

“Hey, so I have an announcement that might be relevant to everyone’s interests,” Misha says suddenly. Jared whips his head around to face him and Jensen presses a kiss to the lovely expanse of his neck just because it’s there.

He’s still a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense, dude,” Chad says as he sits up and pauses the movie. “What is it?”

“I’m moving back,” Misha tells them. “Or well, to San Francisco. I miss it, and I want to be home.”

“That’s amazing!” Jensen shouts. Jared agrees in the form of a loud whoop and Misha grins.

“Sandy already knew, of course,” Misha informs them. Jensen looks over at Sandy to see her smiling, albeit a bit dimly. “I just want to come home.”

“That’s awesome, man,” Jared tells him. They chat for a bit, making plans to have Misha come back to the city with them for a few days to look for apartments.

“Man, I’d give anything to live in San Francisco,” Chad says wistfully. Misha clears his throat and raises a brow. “But it’s so expensive.”

“That’s a good point,” Misha says and then nods, almost to himself. “Wanna be my roommate?”

“Wait, what? For real?” Chad asks. Jared and Jensen share a look and Jensen gets momentarily distracted by a lock of hair that has fallen over Jared’s face. He reaches up to tuck it behind his ear and looks back at Chad and Misha. “What about work?”

“What, they don’t build things in San Francisco?” Misha asks with a smirk. “Sack up, man. Move to the city with me.”

“I’ll think about it,” Chad says, but it looks like his mind has already been made up.

“Aww, that’s adorable,” Sophia coos. She wraps her arm around Sandy’s shoulders and pulls her close. Sandy kisses her on the mouth and they smile, just for old time’s sake.

“The four of you living it up in the city by the gay,” Sandy chuckles. “It’ll be great.”

“I have something to say,” Jensen says suddenly. He sits up and hiccups a little, chuckling to himself. So fine, he’s a little buzzed. Everyone looks over at him with faintly curious expressions. “I used to consider myself a bit of a loner.”

Jared puts his hand on Jensen’s knee and he chuckles because no one has gotten the joke yet.

“I tended to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack,” Jensen continues. There’s a pause and then everyone groans at the same time. Jensen is paraphrasing a quote from the movie paused on the TV. “But then Jared ran up to me in the cafeteria that day, all covered in mashed potatoes, and I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one.”

“I fucking love you,” Jared gets out between bursts of laughter. Jensen takes a deep breath to keep from laughing, and then continues.

“And then Jared introduced me to you guys,” Jensen says, pointing at Chad and Misha, “and I thought ‘wait, could it be?’, and then I knew for sure. I had just added two more guys to my wolf pack. The four of us wolves running around San Francisco, looking for gay bars and cosmopolitans. So tonight, I make a toast!”

“Oh, holy shit,” Misha says, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. “Jensen, that – that was amazing.”

“No, shut the fuck up,” Jensen says, shushing him. “I really want to make a toast.”

“Oh,” Misha says somberly. He tries to stop laughing, but he can’t, so he buries his face in Chad’s shoulder.

“We live it up in San Francisco, and we all stay best friends, and we all fuck people of the same gender, except for Chad, who’s still kidding himself – “

“Fuck you.”

“And we’ll be visited by the two most gorgeous girls on the planet all the time, because we love them so much,” Jensen says, and then hiccups. “That’s it. ‘m done.”

They all raise their beer bottles and clink them together messily, giggling when droplets of the frothy liquid spills over onto their skin.

They collapse in a heap not long after that and finish watching The Hangover, happy that they all still have each other.


Monday comes far too soon, as far as they’re concerned. Jensen sort of wanted their sleepover to last forever.

They’re having a barbeque before everyone goes their separate ways. Matt is amazing when it comes to the grill, and everyone pitches in to make a feast so large that Jensen swears his pants tighten just at the sight of it.

“Okay everyone!” Sherri calls out. She couldn’t be happier to have all her kids in one place again. Even Mac ditched class to come join in on the festivities. “Time to dig in. Come make your plates!”

Jensen gets up to head for the kitchen but Jared pushes him back with enough force to make him stumble a bit. He raises a brow and Jared chuckles as he runs his fingers through his hair. He’s been acting a bit off all morning, but Jensen chalked it all up to him being sad about everyone splitting up again.

“Sit down,” Jared tells him. “I’ll make your plate.”

“Jared, it’s fine. I can make it.” But Jared steps in front of him and nudges him towards the table again. Jensen shrugs and sits down in his assigned seat. “Alright then. Have at it.”

Jared grins and tears off into the kitchen. Everyone sits down with heaping piles of food, fingers already sticky with barbeque sauce. Jared is the last one to exit the kitchen. His cheeks are pink and he bites his lip as he sets Jensen’s plate down in front of him. It’s full of Jensen’s favorites – barbequed chicken, corn on the cob, salad, and a heaping pile of mashed potatoes. Jared sits down next to him and Jensen smiles gratefully.

“I’m so glad to have all you guys here,” Sherri says happily. “Now please, dig in!”

Jensen has this weird thing about eating his food one item at a time, and not moving on until the last thing is all gone. Jared’s leg starts to jiggle when he finishes his corn on the cob and starts in on his potatoes, the last item on his plate.

“You okay?” Jensen asks as he sticks his fork into the fluffy potatoes. Jared clears his throat and looks over at him with a slightly crazed smile.

“I’m great,” Jared replies. “Eat.”

Jensen nods and takes the bite. They’re delicious, as Sherri’s potatoes always are, and he quickly dives in for another taste. He starts to chew and something hard clinks against his teeth, something unyielding. Jensen makes a face and then reaches in to grab whatever it is, eyes widening when he holds the object up.

It’s a ring. It’s covered in potatoes and gravy and Jensen’s spit, but it’s a ring. It’s not all that different from the bands that he and Jared already wear, but it’s a bit wider and feels a bit heavier.

Jensen swallows the rest of the potatoes in his mouth as everyone at the table starts to notice what’s going on and stops talking.

“Jared?” Jensen gets out. His heart starts pounding and he looks over at Jared, at his exuberant, youthful face and wide smile.

“I knew from the moment I saw you in that cafeteria over five years ago that I had to know you,” Jared starts. Sherri gasps and Jensen drops his fork onto his plate. “And then once I knew you, I had to love you. And once I loved you, I had to be with you forever.”

Jensen feels his eyes fill with tears and he blinks them away so he doesn’t lose sight of Jared’s face. The room is absolutely silent except for the sound of Jensen’s heart beating against his ribs. He looks at the ring, all covered in potatoes, and back at Jared’s face. A tear rolls down his flushed cheek and he chuckles a little as he reaches in to circle his fingers around Jensen’s wrist.

“I’ll admit that I had an ulterior motive for gathering everyone together,” Jared continues, voice thick with emotion. “I wanted us to be surrounded with everyone that we love when I asked you a very important question.”

Jensen can’t accurately describe his feelings in that particular moment. He’s frozen, unable to speak or move, but it’s the happiest moment of his entire life. It’s something he never knew he could have, what he’s always wanted.

“There will never be a moment that I’m not in love with you,” Jared says, fingers trembling when they squeeze Jensen’s wrist. “And I’m asking you to marry me, Jensen, officially and legally. Marry me.”

Jensen remains silent, unable to do anything other than blink.

“Please?” Jared chuckles, reaching up with his free hand to touch Jensen’s wet cheek.

“It – it was never a question,” Jensen finally gets out. “Yes, Jared. Yes, of course. I’ll marry you.”

Jared lets out a relieved little chuckle and stands up, pulling Jensen into his arms and kissing him soundly. Jensen pulls away to shove the ring onto his finger, right on top of the other one, mashed potatoes and all. Jared laughs and reaches up to wipe the tears from his eyes and Jensen’s before taking his face in his hands and kissing him again.

“Holy shit!” Chad shouts. “Did that just fucking happen?”

“It just fucking happened,” Sherri says as she gets up. She wraps her arms around both Jared and Jensen and kisses their heads. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, and Jensen lets himself be held by his family, one hand all covered in mashed potatoes.

“Oh hell, I need in on this,” Misha says, and gets up from the table to join in on the hug. Soon it’s everyone, all of them, one giant group hug in the middle of the dining room, and Jensen can hardly breathe.

He tips his head back and laughs, laughs and laughs, until Jared kisses him in the middle of everyone that they love.

And Jensen vows, then and there, to serve mashed potatoes at their wedding.

No matter what.


Jules Mystjmystic on August 5th, 2010 03:40 am (UTC)
OMG Soooo much love for this. Nice way to end this day, Thank you!!!
enable l♥ve: [j²] bear hug | paleyenablelove on August 5th, 2010 03:40 am (UTC)
I'm too incoherent right now to leave a comment bc this was TOO awesome.

Just know I'm flailing and squeeing and sighing happily!
lollipop disease .. ♥: j2 → autograph my heart ♥applepie_x0 on August 5th, 2010 03:41 am (UTC)

Oh this is just PERFECT!
Jas: j2 » second favorite picturecrystalchain on August 5th, 2010 03:42 am (UTC)
EEE OH MY GOD. No words can describe my love for you and this fic, really. AMAZING ♥ just perfect.
Nessa--The Smite Faeriepeppervl on August 5th, 2010 03:42 am (UTC)
OH! You made me cry! I love this. *smishes it*

Will have to re-read when I can see straight again. Awesome time stamp.
I AM THE PROPHET KIM: OMG OMG OMGstraykim on August 5th, 2010 03:49 am (UTC)
Most adorable timestamp ever. Truly wonderful addition.
shara50 on August 5th, 2010 03:55 am (UTC)
This made me so happy, thank you!!
kingsblkdragon: J2 laughkingsblkdragon on August 5th, 2010 03:58 am (UTC)
This makes me incredibly happy. *wipes away tears*

And what perfect timing!
violetrose1922violetrose1922 on August 5th, 2010 04:02 am (UTC)
I squealed with excitement when I saw this. I love these boys and their friends and family. I am so happy that Sheri is happy and that Jensen is a teacher and that Jared works with kids too...and well, it all makes me happy. I so love the original story, it is just perfect, and what a wonderful way to end my day but by reading more from this world.
b r i t t a n y: {rps} J² » i wanna be here in your armsbrittwinchester on August 5th, 2010 04:04 am (UTC)
ohmygod I am so in love with this and your fic makes the world better ♥ this is a perfect timestamp for the most perfect story (my personal favorite of yours).

THANK YOUUU ♥ Now I need to re-read sunset for like the 8th time :D
our roads may be golden, or broken, or lostelliemurasaki on August 5th, 2010 04:04 am (UTC)
OOOOOOOO \o/ \o/ \o/
tiria_thurin: SPNtiria_thurin on August 5th, 2010 04:05 am (UTC)

They are just so happy and adorable and in love. And Jensen is a teacher! You have no idea how happy-making that is for me. And Chad and Misha and Sherri and axszdfdasdgdfshtfjyg no words. I have no words.

Best $25 I ever spent.
jesseofthenorthjesseofthenorth on August 5th, 2010 04:05 am (UTC)
Can't think of a better way to celebrate the over-turning of prop8. Nice work.
ashleyliveashleylive on August 5th, 2010 04:25 am (UTC)
Oh wow! I loved this so much! I literally read this story with a huge smile on my face the entire time! Ok, that's a lie, I teared up like a little bitch during the proposal. It was so good to have the whole gang back together again, felt like I was there! This story couldn't be more appropriate given today's events. Thanks so much for sharing!
[meg]: actors: j2 sign my boobearthquakedream on August 5th, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)
AWWWWWW. That was the cutest fucking thing ever. Adore, adore, adore. ♥