While Jensen went into his study to search for the DVD, Jared went over to the kitchen, and popped in insta-ready popcorn into the microwave. Two minutes later, the popcorn was ready, the butter sizzling. The delicious smell of popcorn wafted into the bedroom, and Jensen was almost hypnotized. He loved popcorn, and tonight was going to be the best night. He had the three things that he loved- Jared, couch, and popcorn (for perverts out there, do not combine all the three, Jensen loved them separately), and tonight, he was going to kick back and enjoy the movie.

Jensen found the DVD after a lot of shuffling, rummaging and cursing. By that time, Jared had come over into the room, settled himself on the huge bed, and was stuffing his face with popcorn. Jensen looked over at Jared, and he thought Jared, at this particular moment, looked like an adorable five- year old with all that floppy hair and mouth full of popcorn.

"Real mature Jared. If people knew you, they would think you are more like Dean", Jensen said, jumping onto the bed and curling into a comfortable position.

"Play the movie before the popcorn gets over Jen", Jared said, through a mouthful of popcorn.

Jensen pressed the "play" button, and the lights automatically dimmed.

As the movie proceeded, Dean got bored. After all, he had acted in the damn movie himself. He turned and looked at Jared. Jared was paying rapt attention to every line, every movement and every scene. Jensen thought Jared looked like a small child, drinking in all the information. It was ironic how everyone thought that Jensen was the child, whereas in reality, Jared was the one with the child-like qualities. He looked at Jared's hazel eyes, which reflected the TV screen. For years now, there was a raging conflict in his mind and heart. His mind always told him that Jared was nothing more than his best friend, but his heart kept telling him that Jared could be more than his best friend if he gave it a second thought. But every time he had an inner argument, his mind won. They both were married, for god's sake! Of course, his marriage was falling apart, but Jared had a son!

Jensen turned away and looked at the TV before Jared could notice that he was being stared out for quite a long time now.

Soon, Jensen fell asleep. His head rested on Jared's shoulder. As soon as Jared felt the weight of Jensen's head, he looked over at his best friend, with his mouth slightly open, snoring softly, almost inaudibly. He lowered the volume so that Jensen wouldn't be disturbed, finished watching the rest of the movie (he loved watching Jensen on screen, which is why he always watched all the re-runs of Supernatural) and then turned the DVD player off. Jensen's head was still on Jared's shoulder, and Jared gently lifted Jensen's head, and laid him on the bed. Jensen was a heavy sleeper, so he didn't feel a thing. Jared thought about sleeping on the same bed, but on second thought, he moved out into the living room, and chose the couch instead.

He switched off the bed lamp on his way out.

"Good night, Jen", he whispered, before leaving he room.

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Jensen walked up to the living room in the middle of the night, and found Jared on the couch, his hair all over his face. Jensen had an urge to push Jared's hair off his face. He walked over to Jared, and as he pushed Jared's bangs, his fingers brushed lightly against Jared's cheek. Jared jerked awake, and hazel eyes met emerald ones. Jensen saw pure, undying love in Jared's eyes, and at that very moment, he understood that what they shared was more than friendship. Jared got off the couch without breaking eye contact, he stood before Jensen, and this time, electricity crackled between them. Jared closed the gap between them, and took Jensen's face into his hands. Jensen could feel Jared's hot breath against his face. Jensen opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was stuck in his throat. So Jensen just twined his fingers in Jared's hair and pulled Jared's face down. Their lips met. Gently at first, then rough with need. Years of passion had dissolved into one hot, searing kiss. Jensen began taking Jared's shirt off, and they hurriedly climbed up the stairs to Jensen's bedroom, all the while never breaking the lip lock. Once they were inside the bedroom, they toppled on to the bed. Jensen had taken Jared's shirt off, and Jared was in the process of taking Jensen's shirt off. Once it was done, they rolled on the bed, kissing each other, and whispering sweet nothings. Suddenly, Jensen rolled too far and slipped off the bed. He banged his head on the floor with an "ouuuucch!".

"Jen? Jen! Are you alright?", asked a very worried Jared.

Jensen blacked out.

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A/N: Done with three chapters so far, more coming up! This might be a slightly longer fic than the others, so please have patience! All those who think Jensen/Jared or Dean/Sam should get together, join the club! Surprises on the way!