#Jensen’s comedy elbows

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Jensen: What is it called when you slap Dwayne Johnson on the ass?

Audience: ...

Jensen: Hitting Rock bottom.

Stephen Norton: *rimshot*

Jensen: *comedy elbows*

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[jarpadandjensens]

Jensen | jibcon june 23 | requested by @jensenscomedyelbows

[spnhunter4life]

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[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

I’m working on more gifs and this frame, I just

[monkin1118]

Danneel: ...everyone would play guitar and we’d all get on the floor and sway and swing.

Cameraman: 😊

Jensen: Nuh...not swing. We wuh..we would just dance.

Danneel: like sway

Jensen: I just wanna clarify

Cameraman: Um...😶...ok then 👀

Seriously though, no one needed that clarified Jensen.

Shout out to Danneel’s comedy elbows

https://youtu.be/SrlAlMsdr3g

[spnhunter4life]

Winchester Wednesday Week 14!

Rich talks about Jensen's comedy elbows

Video Links

[misccee]

Comedy Elbows

I don't have any gifs, but I've been watching the videos from ChiCon and SDCC, and something I noticed was seeing Jared and Misha doing the elbow snap that's usually associated with Jensen. I just love these guys and I like to think they just subconsciously picked it up from Jensen bc they hang.

[impala-dreamer]

Smooth

SPN FanFic

~Hiatus is over and the beard must go, however, not without some complaints from you...~

Jensen x Reader

1,808 Words

Warnings: NSFW right off the bat! Two lucky smuts in one! Bearded!Jensen. Smooth!Jensen. Sexy!Jensen. Oral Sex! Comedy! Fluff! Awesome!

A/N: This is for my "Face Riding" square for @spnkinkbingo​ 19! Do hope you enjoy :)

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“Fuck...oh...fuck, Jen...yes!”

He kept going; juicy lips sucking on your clit, thick fingers pumping, fucking you through your orgasm.

An unexpected flail sent your hand smacking down upon his head and he grunted into your pussy as your fingers tangled in his hair.

“Ouch!” Jensen laughed as he sat back, beard and lips coated in your slick.

“Sorry!” you said with a cringe, thighs clenching together as your cunt continued to throb.

“It’s OK, babe. You just got excited.” Jensen winked and ran a hand down his face, wiping away some of your wetness and scratching at his jaw. “I think I’m gonna go get rid of this now,” he said offhandedly.

Still panting, you rolled onto your side and pulled up the blanket to cover your hips. “Rid of what?”

“The beard,” he replied, hopping up out of bed.

The mattress bounced with his departure and you sat up on an elbow, distraught. “No! Not yet! You aren’t going back to work for another three days!”

Jensen ignored you and flipped on the bathroom light.

“Jensen! We had a deal! I get the beard during hiatus and technically, hiatus is not over yet! Seventy-two hours, mister! Seventy-two!”

The faucet turned on, drowning out your complaints.

“Ya know...I wait all year for that beard and it takes a full two weeks to grow in...I just think that I should be allowed to enjoy it for the entire length of our pre-negotiated time.” You sat up and leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse of your husband in the ensuite, but all you saw was harsh yellow light. “I’m still owed time, Mr. Ackles. I want that beard. Once you go back to work, it’s all smooth cheeks and scruff. Not fair.”

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you full on pouted waiting for him to be done. There was no use complaining about it now, you could smell the shaving cream, hear him rinsing out the razor in the basin. It was too late. The beard...was gone.

A flash of white teeth and bright green eyes greeted you before long as Jensen swung out of the bathroom, one hand on the doorframe, ankles crossed. It would have been sexy as hell if you weren’t so upset over the recent death. Jensen Ackles was gone and Dean Winchester was in the building.

“Hey, baby,” he grinned, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Go away,” you growled, turning your nose up at him as he came close.

Jensen bent over and set his hands on the foot of the bed, still all smiles, laughing at your childishness. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad! Feel…” He reached for your foot, but you kicked him away, narrowly missing his junk in the process.

“No!”

“But it’s so smooth…” He ran his own hand down his cheek and back up, eyes closing in dramatic awe as he felt the velvety skin. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

You scoffed and rolled away onto your stomach, grabbing your phone from the nightstand, determined to ignore him. “I think I won’t.”

“You didn’t even look,” he said with a pout, attempting to tug at your heartstrings.

The strings, unfortunately for him, were firmly attached to his beard. “I miss the beard. You didn’t have to shave it already. Why’d you do that?”

He sighed and gave a little shrug. “I don’t know, it was itchy and it was going soon anyway.” Biting his lip, Jensen put one knee on the bed. “Come on, Y/N/N…” The other knee followed. “It’s not that bad. It’s nice and smooth…” Hand after hand, knee after knee, he began to crawl to you. “So soft. I smell good, too. I used that soap you like…”

“Go away.”

Jensen nudged at your hip with his newly bare chin. “Y/N…” He sang your name, but you paid him no mind, eyes glued to your phone.

“I said go away.”

“Y/N…” He tugged at the blanket, yanking it from your side.

“No.”

You went to grab the blanket, but Jensen grabbed you instead, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and rolling you onto your back.

“Gotcha!”

You squirmed beneath him, screwing your eyes shut. “Lemme go!” You swatted with your free hand, but Jensen caught that wrist as well, pushing both down onto the bed by your ears.

“Awe, baby, I love you all squirmy like this,” he cooed, trying to keep his face calm and sexy whilst struggling to hold you down. He dipped his lips to yours but you turned at the last second, forcing the kiss to land, loud and wet, by your ear.

“Gah! Get off!”

Jensen licked his lips and planted another wet one on your temple which only made you cringe and fight back a laugh. He knew how to get you going in every direction.

“Don’t make me punch you!” you threatened through clenched teeth.

“How?” Jensen laughed, his entire body moving with it, head and shoulders rocking, hands loosening just enough so you could wiggle away. In a flash, you got the upper hand, using his distraction to flip him over onto his back. He sucked his lip as you pinned him, straddling his hips and pushing his wrists down, broad shoulders spreading his arms, and yours, wide.

"Not so tough now, are ya, Ackles?"

He grinned up at you, quite content to be your captive for a moment. You bent your lips to his and took a taste, breathing in the familiar scent of his shaving cream.

"You do smell nice," you admitted, ghosting your lips across his bare cheek, nipping playfully at his jaw.

Jensen moaned happily and turned his head for your inspection, sucking in a hard breath as your licked his throat. "Fuck."

You kissed the thick line of muscle in his neck and bit down on his ear, loving the way his hips jerked against you. "Oh, hello…" You shifted onto your knees and hovered over his stiffening cock, rubbing yourself slowly. "Feels so nice."

Jensen lifted his head and twisted his right hand, wanting to break free and grab you, but you kissed him back down onto the mattress, still rolling your hips.

"Making me so wet," you whispered, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, looking for the best place to sink your teeth.

"I...I can feel it," he breathed; his entire body tensing, hard and ready beneath you.

You sank down just an inch, forcing the tip of his cock through your slick folds. "You like this, don't you? Me on top, holding you down?"

A groan caught in Jensen's throat and his eyes rolled shut, head pushing back against the mattress. "Ride me…" he begged, voice cracking as you dripped onto his cock.

After a slow roll of your hips, you loosened your grip on his wrists and sat up, ready to go. "OK, baby."

You sank down an inch more but Jensen stopped you, fingers digging into your hips, holding you up. “No,” he growled, “want you to ride my face.”

Every muscle in your body froze and then twitched with excitement. You could feel the flood rushing from your cunt, your lips closing tighter around the tip of his cock. Jensen hissed, blunt nails denting your flesh, stomach tightening, heart racing.

Jensen grunted and bucked his hips, driving his dick deep inside. “Need that pussy,” he grit. “Want you to cum on my tongue.”

He slapped your ass and you lifted up, a little whimper filling the room as his cock dragged against you. As much as you wanted to stay, fuck yourself down on his beautiful cock, you knew what magic he could produce with a mere flick of his tongue.

"Want you," he moaned again, "now."

Holding your breath, you climbed over him and hovered above his face. One last look down showed his emerald eyes locked to your pussy; lips wet and ruddy, tongue pushing out over his bottom teeth. He lifted his chin and rubbed his nose against your clit, making your shiver and hum happily.

"Hold on, baby," you teased. You reached for the headboard to help you balance, not wanting to suffocate him with your cunt, but Jensen had other ideas.

As your fingertips grazed the headboard, Jensen pushed his arms under your thighs and wrapped his hands around your front, pulling you straight down onto his face. You gasped as his hot tongue pushed right in; the tip of his nose bumping your clit, juicy lips pulsing against your cunt.

"Fuck, Jen…"

He mumbled something into you which only set off a shiver as his lips vibrated. You rocked forward, arching your back, and he hummed even louder.

"Jesus, fuck!"

At last, you managed to grab the headboard and use it to lift up enough to really get moving. Jensen sucked in a loud breath as you departed and licked a long stripe up you pussy, gathering up all your juices and drinking them down greedily.

You let him do what he did best, winding you up so tight that your mind began to slip. In that slip you closed your eyes, finding a gentle rhythm to rock to, like a ship bobbing on a rough sea, except the sea wasn’t so rough. The sea was smooth and soft, like the nicest fleece blanket. It was firm yet gave when you landed, it slid like velvet over your flesh. It was heaven.

Jensen devoured your pussy, lips and tongue and fingers working until you were right at the edge.

“Oh god,” you groaned, grinding down on his face hard, feeling the moment approach. “Gonna make me cum, fuck!”

The warning only inspired him and Jensen sucked harder, fucked deeper, growling in ecstasy as you came like a waterfall all over his freshly shaved face.

When you could think straight, you pulled away, falling down against the headboard and squeezing your legs shut; the shivers of orgasm still echoing in your bones. “Holy shit, babe…”

Jensen rolled onto his stomach and propped his chin on his left hand. “I know…” He grinned proudly, face shining and wet.

“No but… like…” Words failed you, but he got the point, watching as you body twitched with aftershock and your eyes fluttered.

“I know,” he said again, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “So, you still miss the beard?”

Laughing, you rolled your eyes and conceded. “No. I guess not. You’re so smooth.”

“Hell yeah,” Jensen agreed, beaming like a fool and pushing himself up on both hands. “I’m always smooth. Smooth as hell, baby.” He winked and did two pushups just to impress you before jumping up and tumbling off the end of the bed.

“Yeah,” you laughed, watching him slapstick his way back up to you. “So smooth…”

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[jensenscomedyelbows]

Maybe this is a stupid question but what does comedy elbows mean?

There are no stupid questions! So, at several conventions, it became a thing for Jensen to do this thing with his arms after telling a joke. Richard Speight is the one who started calling Jensen out every time he and Jensen did a joke. If you go to my blog, you’ll see two examples of comedy elbows. Jared kinda does them too, in one of those gifs. Anyway, it reminds me of the sense of humor this cast has, and I love Richard giving the arm movement a name. ❤️

[adoptdontshoppets]

lol in that first gif, Jensen is almost mixing the dance move with comedy elbows

jensen & friends | 2015

[wheelsupin-five-inactive]

Thinking abt Jensen's comedy elbows :)

[streetcornertwoam]

just rewatched a couple old con videos and man that really cheered me right up...

how could I forget about Rob and Rich and their impression of Jensen ‘comedy elbows’ Ackles?? incredible

[fandomismyspirit]

Rob imitating Jensen's comedy elbows

SPN Dallas Con (2019) | 📷 superinspired67

[jedi-winchester]

Aww Jared even used Jensen’s comedy elbows.

#SPNWEEK day 3 | fave gag reel moment | 11.15

[hollygopossumlovesj2]

Thermostat War

Inspired by this photo posted by: @justjensenanddean <3

Warning/Rating: PG-13 for cussing and a little violence; comedy, borderline crackish

Word Count: 2,426 (This was supposed to be a drabble. Its now a one shot. hehe)

Summary: Jensen arranges for he, Jared and Misha to share a cabin close to the ‘on location’ shoot. He figured that it would save a drive in the morning and would allow for more sleep. He belatedly realizes his mistake.

Hollygopossum’s Master List

Sharing a cabin close to the next on location filming had been Jensen’s idea. He already dealt with Jared and Misha on a daily basis. How bad could sharing a cabin one night possibly be? He’d take some Benadryl if he had to. Surely they could be adults for just one night?

He was wrong.

To start with, everyone had been tired from a long night of filming the night before. The car ride over to the next location had been blissfully calm. Jared had brooded quietly with his ear buds in and Pearl Jam jacked up so loud that Jensen could actually pick out lyrics.

Misha had contorted himself into what Jensen considered a pretzel in the passenger seat but didn’t put anymore brain power than necessary trying to figure out a better description. Misha spent the entire car ride like this, humming to Jared’s music and reading a book entitled Tantric Orgasms.

Fortunately, Cliff was used to everyone’s habits by now and had learned to tune them out so that he could actually concentrate on the road. Which Jensen felt was a good thing because the longer they were on this road, the curvier it became.

Lastly, Jensen also tried to perfect his talent of tuning everyone out while reading over some emails that contained business information for his new brewery. Once he realized he was reading the same sentence from the same email he had been trying to read for however long, he cleared his phone screen and let his head lull back on the seat.

Once they arrived at the cabin around 2am, their dinner was prepared and waiting for them. Well, Jensen supposed that it was probably more appropriate to call it breakfast, but his tired brain tossed that idea out. He grabbed a few rolls and several pieces of ham and cheese.

To be honest, he didn’t even have the energy to make himself a sandwich. So, while he unpacked his necessities for tonight and the next day of shooting, he ate the individual pieces. He was shoving the last roll in his mouth as he stripped all his clothes off except for his boxers and fell face first into bed. If Jensen was being honest, he wasn’t even sure if he was awake to finish chewing and swallowing his food before he fell headlong into slumber.

It was fair to say that Jensen was a heavy sleeper. He had learned to get sleep when he could. Whether it was a ten-minute break between filming balled up in his chair or on the ten-minute ride home, he’d learned to make the most of his time.

So when he woke up, freezing his ass off, it was fair to say that it was a rather large disparity in temperature since he’d fallen asleep. Which meant that someone had screwed with the thermostat.

Jensen rolled into a sitting position with a groan, his joints popping and cracking as he went. It took him a moment to wake up enough to put one foot in front of the other and find the thermostat.

There was a seriously grumpy twist to his features as he hobbled down the hall way with his socks sliding halfway off of his feet and his hair tufts sticking in all directions. Jensen squinted in the low light, trying to read the setting. “Fucking… Damnit, Jared! Fucking feels like a goddamn ice box in here. 60 degrees. Jesus.” He grumbled in a harsh whisper, quickly moving the temperature up to 75F. That was a reasonable temperature in his mind and he promptly fell back into bed, crawling beneath the covers.

Two hours later…

When Jensen woke up the second time, the red numbers from the clock on his nightstand read 4:32 am. His mind quickly supplied that it was two hours before the time they needed to be up and taking a quick shower. He was actually shivering beneath the heavy quilt that the cabin owners had provided. His teeth were chattering for fucks sake!

Again, he stomped out of the room in grumpy, rumpled and now freezing disarray, and to the thermostat that was now set on 55 degrees. “Mother fucker…” He wasn’t very careful with the thermostat as he turned it up to 80F. “See how Jared likes that.” He grumbled down the hall, headed back to bed. He checked the closet for extra blankets and piled them on the bed. Thinking that when it finally warmed up from fucking 55F, he would shed the blankets off.

An hour and a half later…

The third time he woke up, he could swear he had fucking snot icicles in his nose. He stared down the red numbers that said 6 am in a very ‘displeased with his current situation’ squint. It was 30 minutes until they needed to be awake and getting ready. Jensen was livid. He snatched up his blankets and a pillow, turned the thermostat up to 85F and stretched out on the couch to wait.

15 minutes later, after the cabin had finally begun to warm up and Jensen was starting to dose off, there were heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

Jensen squinted into the dark, biding his time while he silently watched the hulking, lanky culprit starts to adjust the thermostat.

“Fucking Jensen. Jesus, it’s a goddamned sauna in here. My fucking hair is soaked!” Jensen heard Jared muttering harshly, confirming the identity of his enemy. There was no point in going back to sleep now. There were only ten minutes left of quality sleep before he’d have to be in the shower.

A sunrise shoot, they said. It’ll have a great effect, they said. Jensen felt like they could shove their sunrise shoot at the perfect angle up their asses. He didn’t care that they were his bosses. At the moment, he didn’t care that the director felt this shot of the last scene of the last episode of the season would increase the feelings of nostalgia. Screw nostalgia and screw Jared Padalecki.

“You hot natured stubborn son of a bitch!” Jensen yelled out a war cry before tackling Jared to the ground, but he didn’t manage to pin the sweaty man before he rolled. Sweat dripped from Jared’s face onto Jensen’s shirt as they struggled on the ground, bumping into furniture and walls.

Jensen saw a point of weakness in Jared’s wrestling hold and put all of his weight from dislodging it and getting the upper hand. The move, sloppy because neither one of them was completely awake, knocked down a lamp and sent some coasters falling to their doom. In the background of things falling loudly to the mahogany hard wood floors, several grunts of discomfort and frustration could be heard.

It was hard to tell where each of the noises came from as the boys (ehem, grown men, actually) continued to battle senselessly for control of the wrestling match and control of the thermostat. Which, if Jensen or Jared had even stopped to think about it, there was no point in victory that would allow the victor 2 minutes in their desired temperature. They would be getting ready for work soon.

Jared was difficult to hold on to with all the sweat, or at least that’s what Jensen told himself when Jared wiggled out of every hold. “Ugh, you’re gross! What did you do? Slather yourself with self-tanning lotion?” Jensen growled as Jared’s wet hair slapped him in the face. “Fuck!”

“I wouldn’t be gross if you weren’t trying to roast me the fuck out of the house! It would be more comfortable sleeping outside! Fucking 80 degrees, really?!” Jared with his long limbs finally wound around Jensen with a successful hold around his chest and neck. They were almost face to face, Jensen being on head space down, glaring at one another with the deepest amount of disdain possible for a war involving the thermostat.

“Lemme up, damnit!” Jensen growled right before Jared shoved Jensen’s face into his sweaty, stinking arm pit in retaliation. “Oh mrgd! You uckin’ ackash!” Jared smiled vindictively as Jensen continued to yell muffled insults at the top of his lungs as he struggled which only proved to make Jared laugh more. “’othser uckser… ucks!”

“What in the hell?” The light turned on abruptly, making both of the boys squint uncomfortably in the direction of the stairs. Well, Jared assumed Jensen was squinting because his face was still shoved in his arm pit.

Misha was on the bottom step, standing with his hands on his hips and a scowl firmly in place. The expression made Jared think momentarily that Misha’s expression was like Castiel’s when he was informed that he would have to poop when his grace was taken. You know, when he was forced to live like the rest of humanity? “What the fuck is going on?” Misha’s hair was a rat’s nest. His black hair was sticking up in all directions, paired with a look that either Castiel has smelled poop for the first time or some other human, vulnerable activity, made Jared’s chest heave with suppressed laughter.

As he acknowledged that this play was futile, Jensen began elbowing Jared in the gut with all his strength. The hold Jared had him in made it awkward to even be able to land a blow. Plus, by the time Jensen finally landed a jab, Jared was already prepared and tightening his abdominals against the impact. “Fuschin, ssssshow -ff!”

Jared laughed at his friend’s muffled cussing and feeble attempts to break free. “He started it.” He finally answered after he could get the sleepy delirious laughter under control. Childishly, he pointed his finger at Jensen who was now starting to thrash around rather violently, kicking his feet and narrowly missing the coffee table that had managed to stay standing through the entire affair.

Jensen was extremely frustrated because he couldn’t get any traction on the floor due to the socks he was wearing. After he struggled for a little while longer, his brain finally came back on line from being sleep deprived (and now quality oxygen deprived) just in time to play dirty. A pained yelp, followed by several creative curse words could probably be heard all the way into the next fucking city.

Jared immediately let go as Jensen, who had managed to work his hand between them, twisted the fuck out of his nipple. Jensen showed no mercy and it occurred to both of them that this was why the never pitted themselves against each other. It always ended up with someone having a black eye and a bruised as fuck nipple. Jared’s nipples were sensitive, damnit!

“Ha!!” Jensen was exultant while taking big gulping breaths of non-pit stain or onions. “Purple nerple for the win, bitches!” Jared was giving Jensen pouty puppy eyes as he massaged his abused, probably seriously bruised, tender nipple. The fucker was like a starving crab, his pinschers unforgiving to delicate flush.

Jared suddenly thought of a conversation that his Mom had with his sister, Megan, when she was sixteen and just finding out that she couldn’t necessarily tweak people at school like she did with her brothers. My Mom had said, as I had lingered in the doorway looking for black mail material to keep Megan from getting too bratty, “You must treat them like cotton candy. Breast tissue is very sensitive. …You mustn’t let anyone abuse your breasts.”

Megan had replied with a sentence that made my Mom feel like she’d been heard and that Megan understood. I’m pretty sure, Megan the ever naughty little sister, did not restrain herself.

You must treat them like cotton candy…

“You sound like a sixteen-year-old girl, you ass.” Jared grumbled as he came back to the present situation. He found that he’d reflexively used his hands a shield, in case Jensen decided to be handsy again.

He looked ridiculous.

Jensen was now delirious and crowing laughter as tears started to appear at the corner of his eyes. To be honest, if you’d asked him in that moment ‘what are you laughing at?’, Jensen wouldn’t be able to tell you. He’d just seemingly lost his fucking marbles.

“What the fuck?” Misha shook his head, the entire time massaging his temples with his eyes closed as he attempted to wake up enough to deal with this shit. He finally stopped to look at each of his coworkers, the people that he called friends and colleagues. “Idiots.”

Jensen was still laughing and Jared was still pouting five minutes later, the temperature of the house headed towards a Death Valley heat wave. If these morons were going to continue to lose it, he was going to actually do something productive while he tried to remind himself why he still really wanted to play Castiel. He tried to remember why he would subject himself to this kind of crap daily.

He sighed heavily as he turned the thermostat down to 70 degrees. The boys were not paying him any attention as they laughed and squabbled between themselves. Internally, Misha wondered how a 35-year-old and a 40-year-old man could possibly raise children when they were still children themselves.

“What a bunch of fuckwits…” He grumbled affectionately as he then turned towards the direction of the bathroom. He was expecting another childish fight over bathroom time and intended to nip it in the bud. Right before he slammed the door, he yelled, “First shower’s mine, assholes!” He smiled maniacally at the groans of disapproval ground out on the other side of the door. “That’ll teach you. Dicks.”

Needless to say, Jensen and Jared’s day did not start off very well. Nor did it get any better for all three of them. Through the entire day, Jensen and Jared could be seen throwing each other glares promising retribution. While Misha looked on from a safe distance, still baffled as to how these men were actually raising part of the future.

Misha thought that the boys were lucky that they had their looks. Otherwise, they wouldn’t even begin to be able to maintain a job in the real world. As the day dragged on, Misha began to notice that Jared and Jensen were back to spending time together between takes. They even took a late lunch together with the crew, not one wrestling match to be had.

So, when they were finally allowed to go home for the day, all was forgiven until the next time a thermostat war was declared. Then? Misha shuddered to think of it.

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[glass-closet]

honestly one of the most inexplainable things to me regarding the js is the minncon hand thing like???? what??? can u pls talk about that more? i need some discourse on that hand holding subject 🤔

Hello, dear anon!

Listen. I don’t care how many times this moment has been posted about, I will always be here to talk about J2 holding hands. Okay, this is how it all starts:

Fan (to Jensen): “You’re my favourite.”

Jensen:

I wonder who Jensen’s favourite is? He’s doing that comedy elbows thing on the side, but I don’t think the distraction is working as well as he might think. 

Another angle, because I can. It’s as if Jensen’s face is saying “See what I did there, babe?” before he pulls away.

Ooh, but revenge is sweet, at least according to Jared. Pretty sure that’s not her shoulder he’s laying his hand on. Seems like he’s looking at Jensen too, perhaps seeing if there’s a reaction? 

And because I was intending to overdo it, here we go. So many good moments in these panels, good grief!

Heart eyes, much?

Aww, Jensen wouldn’t change a thing?

I keep thinking there’s a sexy secret up Jared’s butt because of that look he gives Jensen. Perhaps I’m wrong, but do allow me to keep my headcanon. 

Hmm, I wonder if this sight attracts a certain someone.

OH LOOK. A wild Jensen appears! Shocking!

Ugh, sorry there wasn’t a whole lot of talk like you wanted. I think the gifs speak for themselves and my narrative is somewhat futile. If you’re like me and enjoy watching them be handsy, I suggest looking at my tag “the hands.” There should be a bit of something under the “Minncon15″ tag as well. Thanks for the lovely request, sweetie! I hope you have a wonderful week.