Title: A Man’s Best Friend is his Trash Can.
Word Count: 12130......this was supposed to be a quick drabble!
Summary: When Jensen is taken ill on set, Jared has to come to terms with Jensen forming a new and very close relationship.
Disclaimer: Here be fiction, folks. This isn’t real nor is it meant to reflect the relationship between the two men, whose names and faces I’m borrowing. This is my very own little take on reality or as I like to think of it now, the wrong trouser leg of time, where our universe and this one split apart, and this universe is bathed in a rosy pink hue.
Warnings: If you’re looking for a fic with a plot, then this is not the fic you’re looking for. Here follows a tale of puking, stomach rubbing, and general abuse of my long suffering muse, Jensen.
Notes: First of all my thanks go to my awesome and long-suffering beta, bigj52, a woman with the patience of a saint, and a goddess-like skill in her ability to turn my scribbles into English. This piece of wanton and gratuitous Jensen whump was written as a birthday present for my good friend, spnkinkfan. And because I can’t write faster than a speeding snail, I missed her birthday by miles! So happy belated birthday, hun! I hope this is what you wanted. Also many thanks go to denig37 for her awesome banner for this story.
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