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To steal an angel's heart: Jensen is an angel. He's finally found perfection in the form of a mortal.

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Imperfect love: Dean hurt Sam. Can Sam ever forgive him?

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Betrayal & Love: Jensen's new in town. He meets a woman - Sandy, who he fools around with. But is she as single as she claims

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Happy Sam: Jensen + Sam + Dean = Happy Sam

Forsaken: Dean makes the worst mistake of his life.

Dance with me!verse: Prom night changes Jared's life.

Merry Christmas: A short, schmoopy, Christmas morning fic

The hardest hit: Jensen is sent to kill J. Padalecki. Only things do not go as planned

Lingering tragedies: A hostage situation on set turns into something far more gruesome

It's just a scene, buddy:

Jared freaks out during Dean's death scene:  Completely ignoring the cursing Eric behind them, Jared gazes down at his friend. His very much alive friend. Impulsively, he darts forwards, wrapping his arms around the older man, pressing his face to Jensen’s neck and breathing out shakily. “Yeah, ‘m okay.”

370 words, PG, hurt/comfort, schmoop

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Jared stares down at his friend’s lifeless form, desperately trying to remember his lines. It’s just… Jensen is so still… so perfectly still…

His breath catches, his heart thudding painfully as his fingers dart forwards, running over Jensen’s chest without any heed to the fact that they’re being filmed.

A sharp intake of breath has the tension seeping out of him. Jensen’s okay. Jensen’s okay. He’s not dead. He’s not hurt. This isn’t real. This isn’t real.

Something warm wraps around his arm and when he looks down, he realises it’s Jensen’s hand. “You okay, man?” Jensen asks softly, his voice low and only for Jared.

Completely ignoring the cursing Eric behind them, Jared gazes down at his friend. His very much alive friend. Impulsively he darts forwards, wrapping his arms around the older man, pressing his face to Jensen’s neck and breathing out shakily. “Yeah, ‘m okay.”

Jensen doesn’t even ask. He simply slips his arms around his slightly shaking friend and lets himself be used as a squishing teddy.

“Alright, break it up, lovebirds,” comes a voice from behind them, making Jared growl and pull away, glaring at Kripke.

The bald man just shrugs, “Jared, use your pain to fuel Sam’s. That’s all you can do, it’s just a scene, buddy.”

Jared nods slowly, his hands still feeling the steady rise and fall of Jensen’s chest. “Sure, okay… easy.”

With a final squeeze to Jared’s shoulder, Jensen leans up to whisper softly, “I’m gonna kick your ass at Madden later on today, just so you know.”

It’s the best thing Jensen could possibly have said, making Jared laugh and shake himself out of the mood slightly.

There will be a ‘later on today’. Jensen isn’t going anywhere. Dean is, and Sam is going to be the one crying, not Jared. Jared is going to go home in a few hours with his best friend beside him and they will crash on the couch and tease the shit out of each other, like normal.

Jensen’s alive and this is just an act. He can do this.

Taking a deep breath, Jared nods and the scene begins again.

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