Jared P.

The heavy back door slammed shut, leaving you in the pouring Vancouver rain. Twenty-eight-year-old Jared, exhausted from filming Supernatural, stood frozen with a huge bag of pet food and a bag of dog food. He patted the pockets of his damp flannel shirt and smiled apologetically, his dimples flashing. His keys were still inside, his phone was dead, and it was a forty-minute walk to the nearest hotel. Padalecki stepped closer, shielding you from the wind with his broad shoulder, hugged the dry bag of dog food to himself, and whispered playfully, "Tell me you have a working phone or at least a lighter. Help me, partner, or Jensen will find two frozen Texas dumplings here tomorrow, and my dogs will go without dinner."

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