Jensen
Once they were out of the car, Jensen made a motion to grab his stuff but Jared beat him too it and he huffed a little bit let the taller boy take them for the moment, until he relinquished the guitar to him. Jensen felt a little more satisfied when he did, considering he’d never had anyone actually attempt to wait on him before and wasn’t about to start now. It wasn’t in his nature to accept help with much of anything. “M’sure it’ll be fine, Mrs- Sherri,” Jensen corrected himself before he called her by her last name, sure that he would be fine but taking a tighter hold of his guitar all the same, as if the instrument would protect him from something he wasn’t prepared for.
But it was like the moment he stepped through the door it was like he was some kind of solider returning from the battlefield. Suddenly there was a group of people just there in front of him, and Jensen quickly cataloged their names and relations to Jared, committing them to memory so he wouldn’t mix them up. As embarrassing as that would have been for him, he’d always been taught not memorizing someone’s name was rude. Luckily, he had Jared’s letter descriptions of the people in the back of his head, which helped the memorizing. But it didn’t help with the fact that Megan suddenly had her arms around his waist and was clinging to him like he was the newest toy in her room.
Jensen “oomph’d”, letting Megan hug around his waist and took in the similarities between her and Kenzie. “Hey Megan … s’nice to meet you too,” he drawled. There were definite ones that Jensen noticed, so he let the little girl hug him, even wrapping his free arm around her for a moment like he did with Kenzie before Jeff stuck his hand out towards him. He looked from the small girl that was hugging his waist up to the boy a little older than himself and shook his hand, echoing the introduction.
Jared’s siblings however were nothing compared to his aunt. Jensen looked up, suddenly hearing comments about his appearance that were sprouting from the woman’s mouth and he couldn’t stop himself from flushing deep, looking towards Jared subtly for rescue but knew he wasn’t gonna get any help that quickly so he sucked it up and looked towards the woman who had now taken hold of his face and was studying it. “Thank you, ma’am,” Jensen said, still flushed but not moving as she looked over him, suddenly making him feel like he was under a microscope. Yeah, maybe he should have dressed a little nicer.
As Jared whispered into his ear, Jensen shook his head, silently signaling that it was okay and just let the other boy pry off his sister from his waist. It was worth it all to see Jared’s moment with his sister, and Jensen couldn’t stop the small smile from crossing his features that he quickly hid because it was venturing into the realm of adoring. “Nice meetin’ all y’all,” Jensen flashed a polite, crooked smile and quickly followed Jared to his room. “She’s not gonna turn me into a male model, is she? M’not really … cosmopolitan material,” Jensen uttered awkwardly, setting his stuff down in Jared’s room before noticing that Jeff had followed them.
“It’s alright, guess she was just excited for fresh meat?” He said sheepishly, looking around and taking in the appearance of the room he was gonna be staying in as he pulled off his Stetson and set it down and tugged off his jacket, actually happy to be out of it and in just his t-shirt. “How many times has she tried to get you guys in other clothes?”
Jared
At Jensen’s question about his aunt, Jared shook his head and glanced at his brother. He narrowed his eyes at Jeff, but only slightly, before returning his gaze back to Jensen. “Nah, she won’t. I mean, she’ll try… but we won’t let her.” Jared assured Jensen, glancing at Jeff for back-up before giving Jensen a reassuring smile. Jared takes his hat off and flings it in the general vicinity of the closet.
“Yeah, you’re safe with us man.” Jeff replied, clapping Jensen on the back before tossing himself on the bed as if he owned the place. At this, Jared gawks, snorting in surprise at his brother’s lack of respect. “She’s got us since we were little, making us match and shit. The family photos are embarrassing.” Jeff continues, unphased by Jared’s response to him settling in. “But, like Jay said, she’ll try. Country boy like you practically falling into her lap in the middle of New York? Oh yeah. She’ll be all over you.”
“Go away, Jeff.” Jared interjects before Jeff can add anything else to his monologue. “You’re not helping and this isn’t your room.” Jared continues, climbing into the bed on his knees in order to shove Jeff toward the edge of the bed. Jeff fights back, taking a chunk of Jared’s hair in a fist and yanking him away so he can get up on his own time. Jared hisses in pain and protest, clawing at his brother’s arm to let him free.
When Jeff lets go, Jared wants to lunge at him in retaliation but doesn’t want Jeff to stay longer than necessary. Jeff actually laughs at Jared, looking as smug as he always does. “Catch you girls later.” Jeff announces, wagging his brows at the two of them suggestively (which confuses Jared completely) before leaving.
The door closes and Jared relaxes, collapsing into the bed on his back. “Big brothers are dicks,” Jared mutters, annoyed. He has a feeling Jensen will agree, having an older brother himself. “Think they’re so cool.” He continues, shaking his head as he sits up.
“Anyway, what did you wanna do? You could unpack, if you wanted? There’s drawers empty yet. Also, there’s a sweet setup down the hall. Bunch of games and movies and stuff.” Jared tells Jensen, scratching his head. It still hurts from where Jeff pulled on it. “Or, whatever you wanna do.”
