Jensen was looking pale as he sat behind the computer, staring at the screen with horror. "Jared. I went on the internet."

"And?" Jared asked, and then looked over. "Oh shit, what did you find this time? 'Cause if it's worse than the one where we were both impregnated by a squid, I don't want to know."

"No, it's this big ass essay on how I'm the perfect man, except not, or something."

"What's wrong with that?"

"She mentioned my freckles were like caramel. Caramel, dude. You know what this means?" Jensen looked rather freaked out.

"That she needs to find a less cheesy way to describe stuff?"

"No! It clearly means that they all want to eat me! My fangirls wanted to me, Jared!"

Jared burst out in laughter. "They do not want to eat you, man, they probably want to lick caramel of your freckles, something like that."

"Well, I suppose that is better than crazy cannibalistic fans," Jensen said, although he still looked vaguely worried. "I still don't get the obsession with my freckles or the caramel, though."

Jared grinned. "Why don't I get some caramel and show you?"

Also, if your LJ gets hacked I will hunt the hacker down and bone their dog.