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Weekends aren’t really weekends for Jared and Jensen, they’re just another day of the month. Sometimes there’s free time, mostly there isn’t. Crime is a service job, and you have to keep the customer happy. It’s the rare morning Jared wakes up with Jensen still in bed beside him, still asleep. Rare enough that he probably needs it, so Jared leaves him and goes for a run.
It’s Sunday, eight o’clock, cold fall sunlight and crisp air, and Jared runs four miles with Mark half a step behind. He kicks of his shoes in the foyer, passes the kitchen - empty - heads upstairs. Ariel isn’t around today, but if Cal wakes up, the housekeeper will get him.
Or Jensen. Jared hears the TV before he pushes the ajar door open. Jensen’s still in bed, Cal snuggled up against his chest, head tucked under his chin.
“He’s a boy,” Cal says.
“Pretty sure Buttercup’s girl,” Jensen says. His voice is gravelly with sleep.
“No, he’s a boy because his eyes.”
“What about his eyes?”
Cal has a finger in his mouth, eyes intent on the TV. His hair is fuzzy curly mess, catching on Jensen’s three day beard. “Buttercup,” Cal says.
“Okay, you win," Jensen says. Then, “You gonna watch with us or just lurk like a creep?”
Jared grins, crosses the room. “Yeah, shove over.”