[one-shot] RPS - The thing about Destiny

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Title

: The Thing About Destiny

Author

: shono_hime

Fandom

: RPS (Supernatural)

Pairing

: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

Rating

: PG

Disclaimer

: They're so not mine! Each other's maybe (I wish!) but not mine.


Sometimes, it feels like destiny brought them together. Jared looks around him, looks behind him at the steps he took that led him to this, and it's like it was meant to be. He's always been a bit of a romantic-- it comes with being a momma's boy-- but he likes to think that all they did took them to this point, to each other.

It's the little things, the countless little details that would have him snorting if they didn't ring so very true. He knows he's like a girl sometimes, but he's got this list in his head, a list of things that link them together. That pulled them together, maybe.

There's Texas, of course. There's this huge bunch of mutual friends, of acquaintances, so many names, some cherished and others not. All of them are meaningful, because they make it so much easier to have excuses to run into each other all the time. Still, deep down, Jared likes to think that because they met when they met, and not before, that they could have met with the friends they have, it's for a reason. He's not sure he knows what the reason is, of course. Maybe they just weren't ready. Maybe...

"Hi! I'm Jared. Great to meet you, man! Nice project, don't you think? We're gonna have a blast!"
"There's got to be some kind of mistake."
"What?"
"Aren't you supposed to be the little brother, here? You're too freaking tall!"
"And you're a jerk!"
"Nah... I'm Jensen."

They'd clicked. Better than they could have if Tom had introduced them to each other. Better than if they'd run into each other at a party, gotten drunk and smelled Texas on each other's skin, tasted Texas on each other's tongues and breathed Texas on each other's lips. Like they did, not two months into shooting, falling together like pieces of something previously broken.
Something. Jared doesn't know what, doesn't know how to define what they are, what they have, but where words fail, fingers speak silently, and that's good enough.

Not that he'd ever tell Jensen any of this. Jensen's just like Dean: he doesn't believe in destiny, doesn't believe in fate, karma, or anything, really. Jensen believes in friendship, family, but mostly, he believes in himself. Believes that he's the one in charge.

"You life is what you make of it," he says. "You fuck up or you succeed, but you decide."

When he says things like that, Jared thinks that all the things that brought them together, all the shared jokes and friends, the borrowed CDs and DVDs, the videogames, their love for Texas and beer, all of that might not be enough. Because he feels stupid, wrapped up in his fairy-tale ideals while Jensen's being reasonable. Adult. Mature. And, well, it kind of sucks to feel so childish.

So he shuts up and sucks it up, as Dean would say, and smells Texas on Jensen's skin, writes a map of his favorite places with his lips and fingers and listens to his lover sing about their home with his sighs. And that makes destiny or free will sound secondary, somehow. Because it doesn't matter what brought them together. What matters is that they are.

Love, Jared thinks as Jensen falls asleep beside him, is as simple as that.

END.