"Jared," Jensen starts, looking frightened. "What are you wearing?"

His co-star grins hugely, doing a little twirl so Jensen can get the full effect of his outfit. "Don't you like it, Jen?" he asks, and, if possible, his smile gets bigger.

"I think my retinas are scared," Jensen says plainly, taking Jared in. "You're in a skirt. And pigtails. Are those Sandy's sunglasses?"

"Yep!" Jared chirps. He smoothes down his white tennis skirt and adjusts those horrible bug-eye sunglasses on his nose. "She let me borrow them."

"Really? That's surprising, since your fat head might stretch them," Jensen says.

Jared reaches over and punches him hard in the side. "Fuck you, man," he grumbles. "I look hot. And besides, I did this for you, y'know."

"...What?"

Suddenly, Jared looks very wicked, his mouth tilting up at the corner, a hint of tooth peeking through. "You always say you like a girl who has something you can hang on to, don't you?"

Jensen swallows hard. "Um. I."

"Vroom, vroom," Jared murmurs,smirking and sinking down to his knees.