Title: "Keeping Track" Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles) Rating: PG-13 Summary: Jeff thinks about his 'boys'. Disclaimer: Never happened. It was fucking hard as hell keeping track of both John's character and Denny's – got to the point sometimes when he wasn't sure which one he was supposed to be, or which one was really him, if either of 'em were. His life had gone from horribly boring to unbelievably hectic in a really short period of time. As well as unbelievably fucked up, but he tried not to think (brood, really) about Sarah too much. Although he'd been grateful as hell to his 'boys' for taking him out and getting him shit-faced when he'd gotten the Dear John call – or whatever kids were calling the call these days when your girlfriend dumped you for another guy – and had kept him distracted with outrageous stories about working on other WB shows, and so many shots of tequila that he hadn't even remembered passing out on Jensen's sofa, or how he'd wound up with thigh hickeys. Hell, he'd barely remembered the next day at all, except that he'd spent most of his flight from Vancouver to L.A. in the lavatory, praying for death. He hadn't touched tequila since – hadn't touched another person, either, but that was a different story. He'd been too busy to go out on dates at all. Even though everyone'd tried to hook him up. Still, he'd found time when he was in Vancouver to joke around and get to know Jared and Jensen and watch the two of them together. And envy them just a little, because, man, what they had was so easy and light and free. Free of bullshit and jealousy and mind games and all of the complications that women brought to everything, just by virtue of their sex. Not like Jeff would ever give up pussy, though, not in a million years, but he thought, y'know, sometimes. Sometimes. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!