mercy | jared padalecki

xiii. rude

     "So," Jared said. "I wasn't kidding about stealing your cat."

     She laughed, stroking Perry's fur as he slumbered on her lap, "Is that so?"

     "Yeah," he replied with a chuckle, stirring the noodles. "He's the cutest thing. I'm taking him home with me, sorry 'bout your luck, Laur."

     "Rude," she said, grinning at him fondly as her legs began to swing.

     They were in the kitchen of her trailer, her seated on the counter as he cooked her spaghetti. It had been a debacle to choose who would be the one cook, simply because they both wanted to. But he finally won, after pointing out that she cooked for him most days of the week and she never got a break (to which she pointed out that she did get a week off the year before, when she had the flu and he silenced her with a look). So she sat back and watched him cook the spaghetti. Toaster laid on the floor, watching her owner contently.

     Both of them were dressed lazily, not really caring about what the other thought anymore. He was in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, while she was wearing one of her sister's t-shirts from a horse show and a pair of leggings, paired with fuzzy socks. He had grinned when he noticed that her hair was pulled into a half up - so that it wasn't in her face - because Jensen had been trying to convince him to do the same thing with his hair the night before.

    "Are you sure you don't need help?" she asked nervously, pulling her lip into her mouth and lightly nibbling on it. "I don't want you to burn anything."

    "I've got this, Laur," he assured her for the billionth time that night. "You just relax and drink your dumb lemon water."

     "Screw you, lemon water is great. It's a little bitter at first, but you get used to it. And I'm rarely ever sick, thanks to it."

     "Yeah, yeah," he said with a roll of his eyes.

     "Well don't you come crying to me when you get sick, Mister Padalecki."

     He laughed, flicking sauce at her with his finger. Instead of hitting her, it landed on Perry and startled him awake. He looked around sleepily before hopping off her lap and taking off for some other sleeping spot. Her laughter was uncontrollable as he went back to stirring the pasta, his cheeks burning at his bad aim.

     "That was great," she told him as she slid off the counter and stepped over to him, resting a hand on his mid back and leaning over to smell the food. "How's it going over here?"

     "Good. But I have a question for you?"

     "Mhmm?" she hummed as he held up the spoon for her to taste the sauce.

     "Do you make a new batch of chocolate chip cookies everyday?" he asked as she nodded her head at the sauce, in approval of it's taste.

    "Actually, yes," she laughed, wiping her chin because a little sauce dripped onto her skin. "I got my recipe from my grandma who would make enough dough for a whole batch and cook however many we needed, then put the rest in the fridge." She paused to open the fridge and show him the container of dough. "And now I do the same. Once I run out, I just make more dough. It's easy that way. And I never get sick of a cookie or two at the end of the day."

     "That's actually really smart. Jensen and Misha keep insisting at you never stop cooking, so you must make new dough every night. I now know they're wrong," he said, smiling at her as she leaned against the fridge and smiled up at him.

     "Don't correct them," she said, playing with a piece of her hair. "Make them think I'm much more of a badass than I actually am."

     "Mhmm, you're pretty badass anyways. But your cooking secrets are safe with me."

     "Good. I'm thankful."

     The teasing continued throughout the rest of the night, even when they ate their plates of spaghetti and garlic bread on the couch. He chuckled when she actually complimented him on his cooking, shock on her face as she enjoyed the food someone else made for her. And once the food was gone - and their empty plates set on her coffee table - her feet ended up in his lap and he turned Shadowhunters on. She fell asleep to said show while massaged her feet.

     And when the episode ended, he gently moved her to her bed and covered her with a blanket. She shifted as he pressed his lips to her forehead, but she didn't awake. Toaster then climbed into the bed with her and laid down, her head on Laurel's stomach. Laurel - again - didn't stir as he quickly washed the dishes they had dirtied and tidied her kitchen up. With one last glance at the sleeping brunette beauty, he slipped out of her trailer without a sound.

alice's note

here's some jamalecki to make up for the last two chapters being hurtful.

[ 12.7.16 ]
[ edited | 12.19.18 ]