Fic: Dynastic Sports (J2 double drabble)
Title: Dynastic Sports
Pairing: Gen, vaguely J2 if you squint
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: The Spurs are dynastic, apparently. Jensen needs to know this.
Notes: Reading ESPN magazine is clearly good for the brain.
Wordcount: 128 words
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened. "Page 2: The Big Question," belongs to ESPN Magazine, and Jared and Jensen belong to themselves.


Jensen answers the phone the fifth time Jared calls. He knows it’s Jared, because no one else would call five times in a row at six-fucking-thirty in the morning.

“Do you know what time it is?” Jensen asks in the general direction of his cell. He thinks it might be on speaker already.

“We’re fucking dynastic, baby!” Jared yells, and Jensen groans, throwing his arm over his eyes.

“What the fuck are you talking about,” he says, mostly because he knows if he hangs up Jared will just call back.

“The Spurs!” Jared hollers, and Jensen can practically see him doing that stupidly adorable happy dance he does. “Mike Greeny says we’re a dynastic team. Suck on that, Mavs!”

“You’re such a fool,” Jensen says, and hangs up.