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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Jeffrey_Dean_Morgan, Mark_Pellegrino
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      Alternate_Universe_-_Assassins_&_Hitmen, Assassins_&_Hitmen, Guns,
      Knives, Fist_Fights, Combat_Training, Training_To_Kill, Underage
      Drinking, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Loss_of_Virginity, Killing
  Series:
      Part 5 of Pseudo-Sequels/Remakes/Reboots_to_Novels/Movies/Video_Games
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      Published: 2017-08-27 Completed: 2017-08-28 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 8953
****** Too Far Gone ******
by thorkiship18
Summary
     Jensen had organized and planned this assassination for weeks, months
     even. He was prepared for everything.
     He was not prepared, however, for his target's kid to come home early
     from boarding school.
Notes
     It was requested, so I did it. ❤ (Influenced heavily by Mr. Right,
     the greatest assassin movie ever to grace the planet)
***** Part One *****
Chapter Notes
     It's 3 in the morning lol. Sorry for errors. Ugh!!!
The only sounds that are audiable are the tires driving across the pavement,
and the kid quietly sobbing in the passenger seat. Jensen sucks in his teeth as
he presses the cigarette up to his lips. He inhales, then exhales the excess
smoke, right hand on the steering wheel and bloodshot eyes dead ahead. It's
five past 9 now; Texas is dar behind them now. Jensen looks to his right out of
his peripheral vision, spotting the kid huddled up in his seat.
He's not looking at Jensen, or even at anything in particular. He's just
crying. His name is Jared Padalecki. 15 years old, very bright. Had big plans.
Jensen understands how he must be feeling right now. He was essentially
kidnapped by a strange man who just murdered his family. It had to be done
though. His parents and brother and sister were doing horrible things to
people. Jensen was called in to assassinate them by his employer. Jared just so
happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Are you going to kill me too?" The boy weeps.
"Jesus..." Jensen whispers. He takes another drag. "No. I'm not gonna kill
you."
"Why not?"
"I have rules. I don't kill kids, and I don't kill pets."
A strange, unusual set of rules, but they are rules that he honors
passionately. Jensen, in essence, is an assassin with a conscience, though he
would rather everyone believe that he's this strong, silent, ruthless killer
with no regards for the lives around him.
Jared dries his eyes. They're big and bright and shimmering in the dim
moonlight. He's a cute kid. Really cute. "If you're not gonna kill me...where
are we going?"
His voice is small, and unsure. Jensen feels pity for a victim of his crimes
for the first time. Sure, there were countless innocents in Jared's position
before him, but there was something about him that drew Jensen in immediately.
He couldn't leave that kid behind like that, and yeah, he may have ruined his
old life, but the kid has the chance to live a new one. For now though,
Jensen's just gonna have to take care of him. Jared's his responsibility, and
he'll look after him very closely.
"Home," Jensen answers, flicking the cigarette stub out of the window. "I'm
taking you back home with me."
"What's your name?"
"It's...Jensen."
****
This place was never suited for kids to run around in, and that's not gonna
change at all. Jensen had this house built 5 years ago. It's well removed from
other homes in the area, precisely 2 miles. It has all that he really desires.
A gun range, a sparring/work out room, an indoor pool and a few bedrooms. The
one closest to Jensen's master bedroom will be Jared's. He can't let the boy
feel unsafe now, can he? Well, how unsafe can one feel in the presence of a
trained killer?
"Home sweet home." Jensen sighs, leading Jared into the den. "Take a seat on
the couch, I'll be with you in a bit." Jared sits down slowly, looking over the
art littering the walls. Jensen walks towards the kitchen. "Hungry? Want some
food? Anything to drink?"
"I don't know..." comes Jared's feather light voice.
It makes Jensen feel a bit more guilty than he already is. Jared's so soft
spoken, but the boy has a fire in his eyes that not even he knows is there.
It's laying there, just under the surface. It's visible, but not entirely.
Jared is upset; more than upset. He's scared, angry and lost, completely at the
mercy of a stranger that he knows he cannot trust. Jensen's fine with that. He
can hate him or whatever all he wants, it's not gonna stop the man from keeping
him safe...but who exactly does he want to shelter Jared from?
The horrific events from earlier, or Jensen?
The assassin doesn't know at the moment. He rummages around the refrigerator
for a beer, a bottle of water and sandwich already prepared and wrapped in
plastic. Even if Jared isn't exactly hungry right now, he should eat something
anyways. Jensen's always surmised that food helps take one's mind off of
something traumatic. He shuffles back into the living room, finding Jared
standing up, admiring the various abstract works of art surrounding them. His
back is turned toward Jensen, but he clears his throat to gain his attention.
Jared jumps. It causes Jensen to snicker a little. He holds out the water and
sandwich. "Here. Eat up."
"Thanks..." The boy mumbles, taking the food and drink.
Jensen looks upon his features when he's not looking, taking note of his
shapely nose and his dark brown hair. His eyes are different in this light.
Light green. They were pale blue in the car. Jared is by no means an ugly kid.
Is that a nice thing to even say? He doesn't care, there are some fucking ugly
kids in the world. But not Jared. He's beautiful. Even at fifteen, he's
gorgeous, stunning, every word in the English language that means pretty.
This is wrong, Jensen thinks. He shouldn't be thinking this way about a kid
who's definitely old enough to be his own child...but he can't help it. He
cracks open the bottle, and takes a long pull on the beer. He slips his free
hand in his pocket, following Jared's gaze on the framed art. His profile
is...well, there's just nothing to say that'll do it justice. The kid's just
the cutest thing Jensen's ever fucking seen in his life.
"So, you like this stuff?" He asks. Jared turns to him, confused. The assassin
gestures to the paintings. "The art, I mean."
Jared chews a bit of his sandwich. "Yeah, I think it's beautiful."
So are you.
He doesn't say that. What he says is, "Me too. I collect this stuff because I
like it. I don't know fuck all about it, but it looks good, so...yeah."
"You're strange." Jared giggles quietly. It's said without a hint of malice.
It's innocent.
Jensen tapes at him for a while, trying to plan out his next words. "I'm...not
sure what to say about that. Thank you, I guess?"
"You're welcome." They spend several minutes like this, quietly observing the
art. Jared has long finished his sandwich, and has emptied the water from the
bottle. Then, the mood shifts, and turns cold. There are small tears in Jared's
eyes, threatening to trickle down his pretty little cheeks. "Why did you kill
my family...?"
The question is like a direct punch to Jensen's gut. How could he answer that?
How could he possibly tell a fifteen year old kid why he did what he did to the
only family he's ever known? Jensen turns to him slowly, gaze softened. There's
absolutely no way of sugarcoating this. He might as well tell him the truth. He
certainly owes him that.
"Your family was stealing from innocent people. The company your father runs is
partly illegal. Your mother, brother and sister were in on it. Apparently, your
family made enemies, and my employer called me to do the job."
"No." Jared says backing away. "No, you don't--dad wouldn't do that! Not mom!
Not Jeff or Megan! They couldn't...wouldn't."
Jensen walks up to him, following him as he back up to a wall. "They did. How
do you think you were able to live in that big house? How do you think you were
able to go off to that prestigious boarding school? Your daddy robbed many
people of their money, and if I didn't kill them all, someone else would have."
Jared cries--more like sobs--louder than ever. He pushes at Jensen, calling him
a liar, a no good dirty killer with no morals. That's just not true at all. He
had enough morals to allow him to live. Jared shoves at him, pounding his
chest, but Jensen grabs both his wrists, preventing him from hitting again. The
boy tries to strike him, but it's all in vain. Finally, Jared gives up,
succumbing to the tears. He bawls his eyes out, falling into Jensen's arms.
Jensen is not certain on what to do. He's never had to do this with anyone
before. He strokes Jared's back, allowing him to cry onto his chest. This is a
boy who just had his entire way of life torn to pieces in front of his very own
eyes. The least Jensen can do is show some fucking sympathy, even though he's
not sorry for doing what he did. He's sorry that Jared was there to witness it
all, but he's not sorry that he got paid handsomely.
"I'm sorry." Jensen mutters, trying to soften the blow. "You'll be rid of me
soon. I'm sorry..."
Jared continues to cry.
****
"Send him to London for all I care, just get him the fucking help! I know you
have the resources."
Jensen vehemently hisses into the phone quietly. He's trying to be patient with
his employer/former mentor, Jeffrey Dean Morgan. That man is the one who took
Jensen under his wing and trained him to murder people when he had nothing.
Morgan, at this time, is making stupid excuses for why he cannot get Jared a
new home. It's been three days already, and Jared hasn't said a single word.
He's only been holed up in his room, refusing to eat.
"My hands a fucking tied here," Morgan says to Jensen. "I'm much too busy to be
worrying about a kid."
"That kid is fucking scared, alright? He's probably traumatized, and him being
around me isn't good for his head." Jensen pulls a shirt over his naked torso.
"Come on, man."
There's a few seconds of silence. Then, "I said I can't. Look, this is your
mess. Clean it up. You got two options here, Ackles. Kill him, or put him out."
That's a big fucking Hell no.
"Forget it. I'm not killing him, and I'm not abandoning him either." Jared's
his responsibility now, which is unfortunate as it is exciting. "I'll figure
something out. Fuck..."
"You better, and soon. I got you a new gig. You're leaving tomorrow, and I
don't need you distracted by some boy. Get packed. I'll send the details."
Soon, Morgan hangs up the phone, leaving Jensen more frustrated. He's never
been this pissed off at another human being before. If he could, he'd snap
Morgan's neck like a fucking twig, but the grizzled, middle aged killer would
only see it coming before snapping his first. He's unpredictable, and fast. A
dangerous combination. Sparring with him was life threatening, more so than
with anyone else.
Jensen grabs two dufflebags from under the bed, one empty and the other full of
excess cash. He opens the empty one and starts to pile in some clothing. Jensen
sets aside some money for Jared before grabbing some guns from the closet. He's
got a plethora of firearms secretly stored all over the house in plain sight.
There's even a shotgun in the freezer, though no one's ever gonna know that.
After all the packing, he grabs a few hundred dollars, and walks out of the
room. Jensen comes up to Jared's door, and knocks twice. "Jared?" He's not
surprised when there's no response. "I'm, um...I'm heading out soon. I have to
take care of some business." Jensen closes his eyes, scolding himself. If he's
gonna get Jared to trust him, he has to tell the truth. "I'm going after
someone. I'm leaving you some money just in case you wanna order something."
Jensen tucks the bills under the door then. Just as he turns away to go back
into his room, he hears the bed creak and footsteps on the other side of the
door. Soon, the door opens, and Jared is standing there, in Jensen's hand me
downs. That old, red faded shirt looks good on him, and the dark blue jeans
with holes in the legs hang low on his hips. He has the money in his hand, and
it looks like he's been sleeping maybe?
"How long?" Jared asks.
"3 days," Jensen replies. "At least. If I'm not back by then...if I'm not back
within 3 days, you can go. There's money in a bag under my bed. You can have
all of it if I'm not back by then. You can leave."
Jared is silent, but he looks up at Jensen, innocence gleaming from his eyes.
"Alright."
"Okay."
Jensen's putting a lot of faith into this kid not leaving or trashing the
house. It isn't guaranteed that Jared will listen to him. It's highly likely
that he'll run away just when Jensen leaves, but he seriously doubts it.
He goes to leave again, but he's stopped when he feels someone tugging on his
sleeve. It's Jared. He looks...scared. But then again, ever since he's gotten
here he looks scared. Yet it's more than that. This is a different kind of
scared. Jensen rests his hand on Jared's cheek unconsciously. Just as he
thought. Silky smooth, hardly a blemish. Skin practically glowing. The man's
cock stirs in his pants. He can't think this way! He can't allow himself to
take advantage of a teenager like this. He's 32, for God's sake!
"What is it?" Jensen starts, voice low.
Jared looks up at him again, biting his lip. It's so goddamn cute. "Just...come
back...okay? Come back."
Is that...concern in his tone? It's off putting for sure. No one's ever shown
concern for Jensen, not even his own parents. He hated them, and they hated
him. Simple really. But Jared doesn't seem to hate him. No, not at all. If he
truly hated Jensen, he would've tried to kill him or run away already. Yet here
he is, basically wishing him good luck without saying those words. Jensen knows
now more than ever that Jared has to stay with him.
He can't be alone.
He'll have a home here.
Jensen smirks before ruffling Jared's already messy hair. "I made it this far."
For the first time since they've met, Jared presents something similar to a
smile.
****
It's been 4 days.
Not 2.
Not 3.
4 days.
Jensen was sidetracked by his target's guards. Apparently, he was on high guard
after 5 other assassin's tried to murder him. They failed--obviously--but
Jensen didn't. He shoved that bastard's knife right through his jugular,
watching him choke on his own blood. It's an experience, watching someone's
life end in front of you. Jensen's first kill happened when he was 13, two
years younger than Jared is now.
Now though, Jensen is only concerned about the kid still being here. He storms
through the front door, forgetting his bags in the car. The first thing he does
is barge into Jared's room unannounced to apologize for missing his deadline.
However, the room is empty. No boy, just a bed and other furniture there.
Jensen begins to panic. He rushes back into the living room and finds a
peculiar sight. Jared's slumped on the couch, lazily drinking from a bottle of
beer.
Jensen walks further in, spotting several other empty bottles on the floor near
him. Jesus Christ, this kid's a fucking freak. Jared stares blankly ahead, hard
scowl on his face. It's not anything like the soft, beautiful individual boy
from days ago. He looks angry, maybe even slightly relieved. Jared knows Jensen
is here, waiting for him to say something, but there isn't really anything to
say other than--
"I'm sorry. It went on longer than I imagined. I'm glad you're still here--"
"When I was 12, my dad bought me a gold watch." Jared speaks. "It was really
nice. I loved it. I asked him where he got it, and he turned defensive on me.
Said I should be grateful for the things I had."
Jensen sits next to the inebriated teenager, taking away the half empty bottle
of booze. "Jared..."
"Last year, he sent me a new phone, latest model too. It hadn't even been
released yet. I asked him about it, and he yelled at me." Jared looks at Jensen
this time, crying. "My father was a horrible man, and I never knew. You...you
were right. If you didn't come along...someone else would've, and I would be
dead with them, or somewhere else."
"Goddammit, kid." Jensen huffs. "Don't say shit like that."
"What are you gonna do with me now? I'm just a stupid kid, you don't have a use
for me here, do you? Maybe you do..."
"Use for you?"
Jared bites his lip, crawling his way towards Jensen until he's straddling his
lap. Oh, holy shit! Jensen instinctively places his hands on the boy's hips
regardless of how they're on each other. Jared bends down until his lips
connect with Jensen's. His sorry excuse for kissing is adorable really. He's
unskilled, and it's sloppy with a little teeth, but Jensen doesn't care. He
smells like cheap booze and soap, and the assassin feels like he can just get
lost in that smell forever. Eventually though, his moral compass starts working
again.
No matter how enjoyable the kiss is, he turns away, breaking it off. Jared
whines. This behavior of his, this sudden spark is unlike him. This must be the
beer doing all of this, releasing his inhibitions. Jensen licks his lips,
savoring the taste of underaged saliva on his tongue. This isn't right...at
least for now. If he plans on keeping Jared, he needs to be patient. He needs
to wait.
"I can't do this with you." He says softly, gently running his hand up and down
the boy's back. "Not now. I can't hurt a kid."
"You won't hurt me. I promise."
"I won't forgive myself if I did that. I can't do it." Jared looks away from
him, saddened. Jensen hates that look. He caresses his face, making him face
him again. "But we can go slow. If you want. Like...kissing. I won't do
anything else until you're old enough."
"Old enough?" There's hope in his gaze. "You mean I'm staying?"
Jensen nods. "Yeah. I'm not sending you anywhere."
Suddenly, the boy flops down until he's hugging Jensen tightly. The assassin
chuckles at the action, hugging his young charge back. When Jared is older,
huh? Yeah, hopefully Jensen survives long enough to do all the things he wants
to do to him.
Ungodly things.
Sinful things.
****
Jensen pants as he practices on the punching bag, ducking and bobbing around.
He swiftly punches the item twice before moving his body to the right. He's
gotta stay in shape even when he's not working. Gotta be ready for everything.
He is on a strict training regime. 2 hours of non stop working out, 3 times a
day. It's not that hard...to him at least. Plus it's a good way to blow off
some steam, especially after last night's incident.
He and Jared were in the same bed, kissing passionately. That's when he caught
himself almost pinning the boy to fuck the life outta him. He had to stop right
then and there. This whole thing, whatever it is he has with Jared, is gonna be
hard to do, no pun intended. Soon, Jensen shouts as he punches the bag from its
chains, sending it tumbling to the ground. That's the third one this month. He
jumps when he hears clapping near the entrance of the sparring room.
Jared is here in his pajamas. "That's impressive."
Jensen hums, covered in sweat. "What are you doing up? Wandering the halls at
this early in the morning?"
"I don't know really. I woke up, and just followed the noise. You're pretty
strong."
"Understatement of the century."
"Can't say you aren't cocky." Jared mumbles.
The assassin rolls his eyes. "I can afford to be. What's up?"
"There's...there's something I wanna ask you. I don't know how to do it."
Jensen doesn't say anything. He silently coaxes Jared into continuing. "I want
you to train me. I'm not doing anything here, and I'm bored..."
Jensen's eyebrows raise to hilarious heights as he drinks from his water
bottle. "You what? Are you serious?"
"Hear me out please. I see you in here, and I wanna be strong like you. I was
weak when you killed them. If I knew what you knew and you hadn't done what you
did, maybe I would've stood a chance against another guy. I realize that my
family did bad things, but they were still my family. I wanna learn how to kill
people. I wanna fight."
Such raw passion! It nearly sets Jensen's soul on fire! Jared reminds him of
how he felt during the time he met with Morgan, how he admired his skills so
much, how he wanted to be just like him. That spark inside Jared--that bright
fire--is lighting up. Jensen crosses his arms over his chest, taking his eyes
over Jared's form. Physically, he's weak, but he's still a kid. His mind is
already sharp, but if his reflexes are heightened, then he'd be perfect.
"When do you wanna start?" Jensen smirks.
Jared does the same. "Right now."
***** Part Two *****
Chapter Summary
     Jared kills his first target.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"You can learn to control and anticipate the movements of the objects and the
people around you if you pay attention. We're all wrapped up in a large
current, and if you can see the object, you'll know where they go. It's much
easier to move with the current than against it. It's like a surge of power."
Jensen's words ring true to this day. It's been almost a year training under
him, and even though Jared knows he still has much to learn, this basic lesson
in "not dying" was taught on day one. He got a crash course on it by catching a
butcher knife after Jensen threw it at him with no warning. It was jarring to
say the most, but at least he learned how to anticipate where objects will go,
even at the highest of speeds.
Jensen explained that it was like a superpower, that everyone has The Surge,
but also went on to say that not everyone knows how to use it. Jared does, and
he's almost become an expert at kicking Jensen's ass. Granted, Jensen wins in
their spars from time to time, but Jared still has him beat. 55 out of 50. Not
bad. Now though, Jared giggles as he ducks to the left, just barely feeling
Jensen's knuckles graze his cheek.
This is how they train, not protective gear, no gloves. All fists, hard and
fast. Jared's had more black eyes and busted lips than he's had pimples in the
last year. However, just as he's distracted, Jensen catches him off guard,
delivering a crushing right to the jaw. Jared goes down quickly, groaning at
the intense pain. Fuck! It's not how it was the first time Jensen struck him in
a spar. The very first time, Jensen shut it all down. He kept apologizing to
Jared, swearing to never do it again.
Obviously, Jared persuaded not to, and they continued their spar weeks later.
Needless to say, Jared won, but looking back on it now, he can tell that Jensen
was holding back on him.
"Never get distracted," Jensen says regretfully. "That's rule number 2. I don't
wanna hurt you more."
Jared chuckles before spitting out some blood out of his mouth. "You forgot
rule number 3." He kicks Jensen's legs out, watching him fall to the floor. He
quickly gets on top of him, pinning his wrists down. "Don't give your opponent
the time to speak."
Jensen laughs. "I taught you well."
"Yes, you did. Teach me harder."
"Harder, you say? What do you have in mind?"
Jared bends down, kissing Jensen tenderly. Sure, there might be a bit of blood
in his mouth, but it's still good. The time he's spent with the assassin is
time he'll never want to trade away. He has taught him several techniques and
methods of killing, but he's never actually gone out to kill someone of his
own. Jared's also met with Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and he's gotta say that the
older man is scary looking. Well, not scary scary, but he's more intimidating.
And the way he looks at the teen is unsettling as well. His eyes linger on his
body for more than is allowed, and when Jared catches him in the act, he only
grins menacingly at the boy. The man gives him the fucking creeps. At least he
acknowledges him as a capable fighter. That means a lot from a guy who has an
infinite number of kills under his belt.
"I'll never get over how sweet your blood tastes." Jensen rasps. Jared gives
him an amused look. "Sounds weird."
"It does. I win by the way."
"Bullshit."
"I did. I caught you off guard and pinned you. 56 out of 50. You're getting
rusty, old man."
Jensen flips Jared over until he's on his back, pinning him to the ground this
time. They smile at each other. There was once a time when Jared was afraid of
Jensen, but that time has long passed. "Never call me old again, you little
shit. Why do we keep ending up like this?"
"Because you like seeing me helpless and on my back." Jared whispers, licking
his lips.
Jensen doesn't say anything on that, but Jared knows what he's thinking about.
The promise he made a year ago, about doing other stuff with him. It's evolved
past kissing, they both know that much. Groping, sucking, anything but actual
intercourse really. Even frenzied cock rubbing! Still, it isn't enough for
Jared. He can't take it anymore. Every time he thinks they're going all the
way, Jensen pulls back. It's a little more than frustrating really.
The assassin sighs with a chuckle. "What am I gonna do with you?"
"I know a few things."
"Yeah, I bet." Jensen's face splits in a wide, shit eating grin. Oh dear. "Say,
I know this kid who's having a birthday coming up in a few days. The big one
six. It's kind of a big deal."
Jared wiggles out of his grasp, looking up at him with hopefully eyes. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. I've been promising him something special too."
"What are you giving him?"
"The one thing he desires more than anything."
"What's that?"
Jared's eyes flutter. His heart races as Jensen presses his lips to his ear,
saying the exact words he wanted to hear.
"Revenge."
****
"Mark Pellegrino. 46. He owns a few major companies around the states. The guy
is into some sick shit. Torture, mainly minors, kids who are smaller than him.
You're perfect for him."
Jared looks at the dossier of the man mentioned. He and Jensen are in a hotel
in California. The assassin is giving him details, but he doesn't understand.
"Why are we after this guy? I don't have time for this. I thought we were--"
"Not we. You." Jensen lights up a cigarette. Filthy habit. Jared really wishes
he could stop that shit, but even he occasionally smokes. "This is your mark,
your chance at revenge. Jared, this is the man who hired me to kill your
family."
Jared clenches his jaw in surprise. He takes a look at the man's picture again,
squinting his eyes. That profile, those eyes. Jared knows him. He's seen him
before, but only very briefly during one of his father's business deals. This
guy--this Pellegrino motherfucker--is the one who tore his family apart piece
by fucking piece. He is the reason Jared is so fucked up in the head now.
"That's good." The older assassin hums. "Let that carry you, that feeling you
have right now. It'll help make killing much more satisfying. For you at
least."
Jared sets down the file on the nightstand. "What do you need me to do?"
Jensen keeps his cigarette between his lips as he goes through a separate bag.
Jared tries to get a look, but he can't from where has seated. Soon, Jensen
pulls out some articles of clothing, laying them out on the bed. That's when
Jared decides to see what the fuss is all about. He nudges Jensen out of the
way to see an uncomfortable sight. Literally. He's not quite sure what to say
at this point. Honestly, he's a little surprised. Hell, he even laughs it off
as one of Jensen's stupid jokes, 'cause there's no way--
"There's no way I'm wearing that."
Jensen pouts, looking ridiculous with that cancer stick hanging from his mouth.
"Oh, come one. You have to. He's into this kind of stuff. There's no other
way."
"I don't believe that. This has to be a joke."
"Jay," Damn that fucking nickname to Hell! It's a weakness. "Would I ever lie
to you?"
Okay, this has to be a joke now.
"I'm not putting that on."
"You're gonna put it on."
"No, I'm not putting it on!"
"You're gonna put it on, and you're gonna kill that son of a bitch, and you're
gonna be happy about it."
"Fuck you, I'm not doing it."
"Fuck me, huh?" Jensen scoffs, putting out his cigarette. He didn't get to
finish it. This is bad. He holds up the obscene clothing with a deadly smirk.
"Your only chance to kill this motherfucker is tonight. Now, I can force you to
put it on before he gets away, or I'll punish you with 200 pushups in one
sitting again. Your call."
Fuck!
****
He can't believe he actually let Jensen talk him into doing this bullshit.
Jared squirms in his skimpy leather shorts as he tries and fails to make his
crop top show off less than he wants. He's at this big, fancy get together for
all big wigs. It's completely secret, hidden deep in the underbelly of the
criminal underworld. Jared spots several other kids in this place, boys and
girls his age accompanied by seedy, older looking men. Pedophiles. Child sex
trafficking.
The other teenagers looked drugged out, some even completely out of it. Jensen
wasn't kidding when he said that assassins see and do shit that you wish never
happened. If there was a way to save every child in this room, he'd do it, but
he can't. That's not his mission. Jared's mission is to kill the guy who sold
out his family. They did bad shit, but they didn't deserve the shit that got
thrown at them like they were worthless animals.
Jensen's not with him right now, he's off talking with Pellegrino himself.
Jensen has taken on the role of his "guardian", which is a fancy word for pimp
here. Although the actual usage of the word guardian describes Jensen
perfectly. Do guardians train their charges to kill other people though?
Strange times. Jared doesn't blame Jensen though, about the murders. He was
only hired. It wasn't personal, just business. But with Pellegrino, it was
personal. The moment he decided that the Padaleckis' lives weren't important as
his own made it personal.
Eventually, after long minutes of waiting, Jensen returns with Pellegrino. The
man's lecherous smile sends shivers down Jared's spine. Ugh, this guy is even
creepier than Morgan. Yikes. Jensen snaps his fingers, commanding Jared to
stand up straight, and greet the man before him. He really has this dominating
pedophile act down to a science. He's nothing like the rest of these assholes
though. He has morals, they don't. So, Jared willfully obeys, standing up
straight and grinning.
"Trissy Boy," Oh, that is the ugliest fucking name ever to exist. Technically,
it's his nickname, Tristan, but butchered severely. "This is Mr. Mark
Pellegrino. You'll be all his tonight."
"I'm happy to serve you tonight."
Pellegrino chuckles darkly at him, walking in a circle around the boy.
"Obedient. I like that." The man uses both hands to squeeze at Jared's ass.
"Oh, this is just perfect."
Jared fumes, nostrils flaring at the intrusion on his body. He secretly shares
a look to Jensen without Pellegrino knowing anything of it. Jensen, however,
gives him a stern look that translates to "Get it together, bear with it".
Yeah, he doesn't know how much longer he can take doing this, and he's already
just started this bullshit. He wants it over and done with already, but it's
not exactly smart to murder someone in public. Again, Jared pushes through the
abuse.
"How did you collect such a fine boy?"
"Won him in an auction two years ago." Jensen laughs. "$450,000. Best night of
my life. Well, this is where I leave the both of you. Remember, anything goes
with him, just nothing on the face."
"No promises."
"Hahaha! Trissy, behave for daddy, okay? Mr. Pellegrino paid a lot of money for
you."
It pains Jared to even say it, but he gets it out through clenched teeth. "Yes,
daddy."
Jensen nods at them before disappearing into the sea of people mingling about.
Jared sighs silently. This is it. He's all alone now with no guidance
whatsoever. Perfect. Suddenly, he feels Pellegrino's hand snake his way around
his waist. Jared wants nothing more than to beat his face in with a brick, but
again, that would only result in people witnessing a murder in public. He tries
to remember that he has to play nice before heading away to Pellegrino's place,
then after that, all bets are off.
"You have the most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever seen." The pervert hums in
his ear. "I can't wait to play with you."
Just a while longer.
Almost there.
****
They left the party after a few more hours of Pellegrino flaunting Jared around
as his new prize for the night. Needless to say, those men were pretty jealous.
Jared has to admit, those sick men looking at him like that, with want and lust
made him nauseous. They've hurt countless kids, and they will continue to hurt
more! It's enough to make Jared tear his hair out. But he doesn't. Not now. Not
while he's gazing at the ceiling of Pellegrino's luxurious condo as the man
sucks at his neck.
It's gross, it's sick and disgusting, but it'll all be worth it in the end. It
has to be. As he's spaced out, Jared feels his right wrist touch onto something
metal and cold. He's being restrained on the bed.
"Your daddy said I can do anything I want to you. So I will. Gonna carve my
initials on your body so you'll never forget me."
No, fuck this. This isn't what he signed up for.
With his left hand still free, he pulls Pellegrino's hair until he backs away
before giving him a head spinning left hook. The bigger man falls onto the
floor with a groan. Jared, however, panics. Pellegrino will be up and running
in no time, angry as fuck over such defiance. Jared looks over to the side,
spotting a set of keys. He reaches over, grabbing them quickly. He struggles
with the keys as Pellegrino starts pulling himself up.
At the last second, Jared frees himself, just barely dodging the angry
pedophile's wrath; the fucker has a switchblade. Jared rolls onto the floor
before getting up in a fighting stance. Pellegrino laughs. What a prick. Jared
knows he must look ridiculous right now in a crop top and a thong. He can fully
blame Jensen for this bullshit. After this is all over, he deserves three
cigarettes and only large beer.
"Now ain't that cute?" Pellegrino begins. "What's this? What are you doing,
huh?"
Jared doesn't waste time on talking. He strikes the man again, only this time
it's a straight have to the nose. Pellegrino grunts, shouting afterwards. Jared
can't help but to laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt?"
"You little bitch!"
He swings his switchblade out at Jared again, but the boy anticipates the
movement through The Surge. What a powerful tool it is. He dodges to the left,
then the right before punching Pellegrino again. They repeat this little dance
until the man is on his knees, exhausted from getting his ass kicked so hard.
It's a shame though. Jared didn't really exert much of his energy during that
fight. Turns out that Pellegrino is just a weak little bitch himself.
"You were saying?" Jared quips.
Pellegrino looks up at him, blood trickling from his mouth and nose with his
right eye swelled shut. "Who...the fuck...are you?"
Jared picks up the knife, grabbing the bastard by the hair. "I'm Jared
Padalecki, son of Gerald Padalecki, and I'm here to kill you."
He doesn't allow Pellegrino to react at all. He shoves the switchblade in his
throat, resembling the way Jensen killed that one guy a year ago. The
motherfucker gurgles, feebly attempting to pulls the blade out. He succeeds,
but ends up causing himself to bleed to death. His body flops onto the ground;
his unmoving eyes bulge out of their sockets. Jared falls onto his knees as
well, shaking.
He just killed a man. Not just any man. He killed the man that betrayed his
family. Jared tears up, sobbing in the silence. His anguished cries turn into
cries of laughter next. To others, he may seem like a maniac right now, but
he's not.
His family has been avenged.
****
Jensen opens the hotel room, but before he can ask Jared about the state of
things, the boy is all over him, pressing their mouths together for a hot, wet,
opened mouth kiss. Jared kicks the door closed behind him before backing Jensen
towards the bed. The older assassin moans into the kiss, allowing himself to be
guided by his protege. Jared pushes him until he's seated on the bed before
taking off his shirt and kneeling down in front of him.
"Wait, wait," Jensen laughs. "Not so fast. What's this all about? You kill
him?"
Jared smiles, removing Jensen's cock from his pants. "I did. You know what time
it is?"
"Y--Yeah." He stutters as Jared licks a long way stripe up his length. "12:41."
"And you know what day it is?"
"Monday?" It all clicks in Jensen's head then. Holy Shit, it's that time. Jared
smirks up at him just as he figures it out. "Happy Birthday, Jay."
Yeah, he's fucking the shit out of him tonight.
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***** Part Three *****
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"Jen! Son of a--Jensen! Get the fuck over here!"
"Can't you see that I'm a little busy!?"
"Yeah, and who's fault was that!?"
Jared watches as his mentor/lover gets into a brutal fist fight against a
henchman from another criminal organization. Currently, the boy is tied up in a
chair, having been captured previously by their target. The asshole turned the
tables on them, and got the drop on them, Jared specifically. He honestly
wasn't kidding when he said that this was all Jensen's doing in regards to
settling off the alarms to the whole fucking place. He's so protective of his
boy it's not even funny.
Finally, Jared witnesses Jensen gaining the upper hand on the asshole, breaking
his neck with a loud, cringy snap. Jensen pats the dead guy's body, searching
for something of some kind. A finds what he's looking for soon; a knife. Jensen
walks into the torture room, swaggering up to the 17 year old in a small dance.
Against Jared's better judgement, he laughs at Jensen's stupid antics. He grins
up at the man. He knows he looks like shit; busted lip and sore jaw from the
bastard who took him here.
"Hey, Trissy." Jensen says lovingly.
Jared rolls his eyes, but keeps his smile. "Hey, Jen. I missed you."
"I missed you too, baby." The assassin bends down, kissing the boy before
cutting him loose. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was crazy."
"Oh, naturally."
"What happened to your face?"
"The leader of this clusterfuck was very welcoming. Left me a few presents."
Jensen frowns, fingers ghosting over the boys lips. "I'm gonna kill that
bastard."
Jared grins. "And I'm gonna watch."
Jensen helps Jared out of the old wooden chair, and drops the knife his hand.
They nod at each other in understanding before dashing out of the room. The
alarms above are blaring now. Thanks a lot, Jensen. They sneak through various
corridors, taking cover whenever a large group of men with guns rush by with
Jared providing directions to the main douchebag's office. This is honestly the
worst thing that's ever happened to Jared besides watching his family die.
That's all in the past now. Jared's made peace with that a year ago when he
murdered Pellegrino and bounced up and down on Jensen's thick cock. That man is
a killer in the streets, and an absolute God in the sheets. He made Jared feel
things he never felt before on that night and onward. Things between them are
great, but where does one go from here? Yes, they have sex, and yes, they sleep
in the same bed and share a home together, but what does that make them?
Is Jared in love Jensen? That's a perfect question for another time. He can't
deny that they both share intense feelings for each other, but maybe it'd be
too much of a stretch to call it love. They haven't even said the phrase "I
love you" yet, so maybe that just makes them fuck buddies with feelings.
Dating? Maybe. They are pretty exclusive; Jensen doesn't fuck around with
anyone else, same with Jared, although there was this hot, horny guy during
their last gig that kept eyeing him. Jensen shut it down quickly with a bullet
to the head. Cute.
Jensen pulls them down behind cover when they spot a little group of guards.
They can't go around or double back. Conflict with them is unavoidable, and
challenging without guns. What a fine mess they've got themselves in. Jared,
however, spots an opening. There's only four of them, and they aren't very
close together at that. He twirls the knife in his hand, debating his options.
These guys are meatheads with no real combat experience. Shouldn't be too hard
for he and Jensen to take two at a time.
"Here's the plan," Jensen whispers. "I go in, take the guy on the right, disarm
him and--"
Jared interrupts him with a small kiss. "You think too much. I have a better
idea. Follow my lead."
Jensen is at first stunned, but shakes his head, grinning. "Lead the way then,
boss."
The younger assassin dashes out of cover, charging at the man ahead. It's them
with their guns versus him and the knife. They have no idea about what's gonna
happen to them. Jared lunges at a man, sticking the knife into his throat. This
alerts the other guards. They turn to him, automatic weapons at the ready. They
open fire at him, though he uses the still-alive man's body as a human shield.
The guards realize their sudden mistake as they murder one of their own. They
cease fire temporarily, only for Jared to fling the knife at some unlucky
bastard's head. He cries out to Jensen as he holds up the dead man's corpse.
Right on time, Jensen sprints in, kicking a gun from a guard's hands before
knocking him out with a headbutt. The last guy attempts to shoot Jensen, but
the gun clicks. There's no more bullets in the gun. Jared laughs, letting his
human shield flop to the ground. Jensen laughs too, clapping the scared guard
on the shoulder. Soon, the guard laughs, albeit nervously.
"How inconvenient?" Jensen muses, taking a pistol from one of the dead men. He
tosses it to Jared before picking up one of the automatic rifles. "I really
thought that was the end for me."
"Hehe..." The man sweats profusely.
"What's your name, man?"
"Misha."
"Misha? Weird name. Well, Misha, today's your lucky day. I'm gonna let you
live."
Misha's face lights up in hope. Poor bastard. "Really? You mean it? Oh, thank
you so much. I'll never forget what you did for me--!"
"Oh, not so fast. You see, I said I'd let you live, but I never said anything
about my darling little Jaybird over there."
Jared cocks the gun back, pointing it at Misha. He smirks. "Hola. Remember my
face? You should, it hasn't even been 20 minutes. He's the one who goaded the
Douchebag into hitting me."
Misha is visibly shaken up right now. Good. Serves him right. He should be
afraid. He's done wrong, and now the reaper has come knocking on his door.
Jared shoots him in the chest without protest; he gives him no time to speak.
Prick. He snarls at Misha's body as Jensen takes the remaining ammunition from
their corpses. Poor guy actually thought he was gonna live. That was cute.
Jared feels only a shred of remorse for him. Just a pinch.
Jensen whistles. "Damn. Brutal. Shall we get on with it then?"
Jared nods, and they both continue to search for the head Douchebag. Along the
path, they each take on anyone standing in their way, no matter if the odds are
highly stacked against them. Jared feels the thrill and loves it. He chases the
rush of killing these bastards and enjoys every minute of it just as much as
Jensen. His life had been pretty unsatisfying before this, pretty stupid.
Locked up in a boarding school with no real happiness. In a sick way, Jared's
happy that Jensen killed his family.
If he didn't, he'd be very miserable and alone right now. As Jensen puts down
another guard with a hail of gunfire, Jared's mind flashes back to that night
after killing Pellegrino. The night he lost his virginity to Jensen. Just as
the movies and books described: Fireworks, sparks, blasts of hot, white lights
in his body. He took care of him, just as he's taken care of him thus far.
Jared can't imagine how life would be like if Jensen died now, he doesn't want
to. He only wants to live in this moment, fucking shit up and getting revenge
on the guy who brought him here.
"Let's go to Rome sometime." Jared suggests, casually popping off a round into
guard's skull.
Jensen hums, shooting a guy in the knee before snapping his neck. "Seriously?
We don't have any marks there, do we?"
The boy leap frogs over an advancing enemy, stabbing him in the back
afterwards. He extracts the blade. "No, we don't, but I was hoping we could
there to just...I don't know...enjoy it? A vacation?"
"A vacation?" Jensen kills the last guard, putting the barrel of the gun under
his chin and firing. "We go out all the time."
"I know, but I was just saying that we could go without killing people this
time. Ya know, eat pasta in a restaurant without bloodstains on our shirts."
Jared starts to feel foolish now, putting his head down. He mumble the rest
out. "I don't know, it's stupid. Forget it."
He feels Jensen's hands cup his cheeks, causing the boy to look at him.
"Whatever you want, I'm down for it. Let's just kill this asshole first, okay?"
Jared blushes then. A rare occurrence. "Okay."
The assassin smiles just before kissing him. "Okay."
After more time passes, they finally arrive at the asshole's office. Jensen
licks the door down without warning. Classy. Jared holds the knife in his left
in reverse, clutching the pistol in the other hand. The Douche behind the desk
cowers, because that's what every guy that fucks them over always does when
they're confronted with death. Jensen throws his gun off the side, storming up
the guy's desk. He throws off everything on the desk before flipping it over
entirely, exposing the man.
He's got a small caliber revolver in his hands, and he's shaking. The Douche
fires off a round at Jensen's head, but he uses The Surge to dodge the bullet.
It zips past him, and barrels towards Jared. He also uses his heightened
ability to sidestep the bullet, but it just barely grazed his temple. Fuck,
that kinda hurts. Blood pours out of the open wound, and this only sends Jensen
into a murderous rage. He grabs the gun out of the man's hand before whipping
it across his face repeatedly. Jared watches, mesmerized by the way he hurts
the man who hurt him.
Romantic.
"That's twice now that you made my boy bleed!" Jensen yells, no longer in a
joking mood. That all died down when the reached the door. "Motherfucker! He's.
Just. A. Kid!" Every word is punctuated by a hit to the face. Jensen grabs the
man's face harshly, forcing him to look at Jared. You see that? That's my boy
right there! You fuck with him, I fuck with you. I'm in love with that kid!"
Jared's heart soars at Jensen's words. His boy. He said it twice within a short
time span, even said that he's in love with him! He stares on as his older
lover kicks and stomps in the Douchebag's face until people start to question
if he's a man, or raw hamburger meat. Jensen shouts as his kicks him for the
final time. It's like a warcry. It's beautiful. Sexy. Like a rugged Viking or
something. Damn, he's so turned on right now. Jared drops everything he's
holding, and slowly wanders up to the assassin, tapping him on the shoulder.
Jensen turns around, wild eyes softening at his gaze.
"Hey," says Jared.
"Hey." Jensen parrots 
"Did you mean that?"
"Mean what?"
"That you're in love with me."
Jensen blushes, and it's really fucking cute. This is the first time he's ever
seen him do that. "Maybe..."
Jared smirks. "Maybe?"
"Yeah, maybe."
"Well," The boy says. "What if I said that I'm in love with you too?"
He's got him now. Jensen's eyes widen, and Jared can't practically hear his
hear beating rapidly in his chest. It's finally out between them. They're in
love. Jared's not sure when it started exactly, but maybe it was after they
kissed for the first time, or maybe it was after he lost his virginity to him.
Either or, he's happy as fuck right now. Jensen mashes their mouths together,
kissing him hotly, passionately, almost like he's afraid he'll evaporate if he
stops. Jensen breaks the kiss, as usual, and does one of those patented bad boy
smirks.
"Then I'd say it's about damn time." Jared bites his lip, gesturing over at the
couch near the entrance. "Here? Right now?" Jared nods, taking his hand. "What
about the others? What if they come in?"
"Then they'll get a helluva show."
"Mmm, voyeurism. I like that."
****
Some Time Later in Rome, Italy...
"Where do you wanna go after this?"
"Hmmm...I don't really know."
"Okay, let's try this."
Jared watches as Jensen turns over three small bowls, putting three different
items under the bowls. "Straw wrapper for Brazil, piece of napkin for Thailand,
and a packet of salt for New York City."
They're currently sitting outside, eating fantastic pasta in a nice Italian
restaurant, just like Jensen promised before. It feels great being not only 18,
but also vacationing without having to shoot someone. Thankfully, Morgan
sanctioned their vacation, allowing them to travel around for 21 days on paid
leave. What a kind man, however, he'll always want something in return. Jared
dreads whatever it is, but at least he's having a grand old time with his
boyfriend.
Jensen spins the bowls around, switching out their places as fast as he can.
Jared tries to track their movements and guess which is which, but he can't.
It's too difficult. Finally, the older man stops; all 3 bowls are exactly the
same, similar in design and appearance. Beautifully made too.
"The one you pick, is the one we'll go to."
Jared closes his eyes, grinning happily. He randomly selected a bowl, then
opens his eyes to see which one he picked. Jensen flips over the bowl,
revealing that the one he just selected is the packet of salt. He throws up his
hands in victory.
"New York!" He says.
Jensen smiles warmly. "New York it is."
****
"Targets are in sight. Both males. Public. Permission to engage."
"Permission denied. You may not engage, just observe."
The hitman aims his sniper rifle at his targets, Jensen Ackles and Jared
Padalecki. It seems someone wants these two dead really bad. Their bounties are
two million combined. Damn, they must have done some serious damage to someone.
The hitman isn't that far away from them, posting up in an empty shop across
the street. He soon frowns, spotting Jensen dig into his pocket for a...black
sharpie? The hitman zooms in on him, putting the other kid out of view.
"Wait, what's he doing?"
"You have new orders. Stand down immediately. Abandon your post."
"Wait, he's writing something..."
"Abort the operation! Now!"
The hitman scrunches his eyebrows together as he stares at Jensen. The assassin
writes on a paper napkin, and holds up the message right in his direction. The
words say Where's The Kid? The hitman exclaims, zooming out to see that the
boy--Jared--is gone out of his seat, and away from view. Suddenly, he hears the
cocking of a gun from behind. He gains the courage to turn around, staring into
the eyes of Jared, who has a pistol with a silencer attached aimed at him. The
boy grins.
"Watcha lookin at?"
He pulls the trigger.
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