Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, OFC
  Additional Tags:
      POV_Stiles, Big_Bang, teenwolfbigbang, Kid_Fic, orphan_werewolf_girl
  Series:
      Part 1 of Where_We_Belong
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-15 Words: 16548
****** Where We Belong ******
by thecheekydragon
Summary
     Derek rescues a little werewolf girl and takes on the responsibility
     of caring for her. Stiles helps.
Notes
     Written for teenwolfbigbang.
     Cover_Art_and_Soundtrack_Mix by qafmaniac.
     Note: This story was conceived and mostly written before the airing
     of S3A so the story follows the end of S2 without taking into account
     the events of 3A.
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Need you to come to the house. Now.
Stiles peered at the lit up text through sleep-blurry eyes then glanced at the
time on his cell phone – 1:53 am.
Fuck.
He seriously contemplated ignoring Derek’s text and going back to sleep because
a) Derek was an overbearing alpha werewolf who had absolutely no social graces
and b) it was a school night. Stiles really wished Derek would save the life or
death dramatics for the weekends.
Not only was Derek rude like that but he was also prone to rather quickly
getting his werewolf boxers in a bunch. So Stiles reluctantly rolled out of bed
and texted back: be there in 10.
He exchanged pyjama bottoms for jeans then pulled on a hoodie over his t-shirt,
hoping that whatever Derek had going on didn’t require more dressy attire. Not
that Stiles had more dressy attire or that anything Derek ever had going on
required clothing more dressy than jeans and a t-shirt (freshly laundered
optional). After all, it wasn’t like Derek was a werewolf fashionista. His
basic attire consisted of denim and leather. Which totally worked for him.
Especially when the denim was tight.
Stiles went looking for his keys in the kitchen, the first place he’d been when
he’d gotten home from lacrosse practice earlier and the last place he’d visited
before heading to bed. Luckily, his dad was working the night shift. On the one
hand, this made it easier for Stiles to go out the front door with minimal need
to be all hush-hush about it instead of having to climb out his bedroom window
and precariously scale the roof because – newsflash! – Stiles was really not
the most coordinated teen and that was just an accident waiting to happen. On
the other hand, it meant he’d have to be on the alert when driving out to the
Hale house because every deputy in Beacon Hills was intimately familiar with
Stiles’ Jeep and not one of them would even hesitate to bust him to their boss,
the sheriff, Stiles’ dad, if they saw him driving around at two o’clock in the
morning on a school night.
He glanced at the time on his phone. It was now 1:56 am. Which meant that he
had less than five hours to get his butt back home before his dad returned from
his shift and less than six hours to get ready and get to school. Stiles hoped
whatever Derek needed at this hour was important and that it went quick.
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The old Hale house was dark when Stiles pulled up in his Jeep. Not that it was
surprising. Stiles was certain there was no live electricity running through
the burnt out shell of what used to be a rather impressive mansion in the
woods. Still, Derek could have left a lantern on the porch or something. Or met
him out in the drive so that Stiles wasn’t blindly making his way to what could
easily be mistaken for an elaborate set of some horror film. It was like Psycho
(without the hill) meets The Shining (without Jack Nicholson) with a side order
of Rosemary’s Baby (without the baby).
Stiles cursed himself for the tenth time for forgetting his flashlight, making
a mental note to have one sewn into the sleeves of all of his hoodies like his
mom used to do with his mittens when he was five. He decided he deserved mucho
compensation for having to traipse bravely through the woods to get to the
creepy horror movie house at night. Plus gas money for driving his Jeep around
at the whim of a grumpy werewolf. Stiles was seventeen and gas wasn’t cheap,
okay? His part-time job at the library barely covered the ‘extras’ his dad
insisted Stiles pay for. But since Derek hadn’t even left so much as a glimmer
to light the path to the house, Stiles doubted he’d get more than a raised brow
and a put-upon sigh for his troubles.
Stiles pushed open the rickety front door (and, really, who voluntarily chose
to hang out here?), telling himself that Derek was letting the whole horror
movie thing go a little too far. Probably just to fuck with Stiles for his own
amusement. Freaking werewolf humour. Seriously.
Half the roof of the Hale house was missing which allowed the moonlight to
stream in and brighten a section of the foyer, staircase, and mostly
dilapidated living room. It was more than enough light for a werewolf with
supernatural night vision but Stiles had to strain his eyes to adjust to the
dark. He was going to have to have a talk with Derek about the message of
discrimination against humans communicated here. Never mind that Stiles was
pretty much the only human who willingly mingled with werewolves. It was still
rude not to consider the average but inferior senses of non-supernatural
beings.
“What the hell is so important,” Stiles began to grouse, knowing it was the
best way to pull Derek out from the shadows like the creeper he was, “that you
had to drag my ass out here at freaking two in the morning? So help me God, if
you tell me you need me to read you a bedtime story because you’re having
trouble slee—whoa.”
Stiles stared at the sleeping child-sized lump bundled in blankets on the ratty
couch in the living room. Derek, who was standing behind said ratty coach,
raised a finger to his lips then motioned for Stiles to join him in what Stiles
guessed used to be the kitchen.
“There’s a kid on your couch,” Stiles said, stating the obvious in case Derek
had missed it.
“I know,” Derek said dryly. “That’s why I texted you.”
Derek had texted him because there was a kid on his coach? “Why is there a kid
on your couch?”
Derek sighed. Then he told Stiles how he had come across a party of rogue
hunters in the woods just beyond the Hale property. They had cornered a
werewolf family and had managed to strike down both of the adult werewolves by
the time Derek had gotten there. There had been nothing he could have done to
save them. He had been about to eviscerate the group of hunters but noticed a
little girl crouched on the ground next to the dead wolves, wailing over the
bodies of what must have been her parents.
“I had to bury them in the woods, Stiles,” Derek said and Stiles did not miss
the look of traumatized grief that passed over Derek’s features. “With her
standing right there.” He pushed a hand through his hair. “I didn’t know what
else to do so I brought her here. Then I texted you.”
Okay, so apparently just another sucky day in the life of Derek Hale.
“Yeah, but why’d you text me?” Stiles asked, curious. Granted, Erica and Boyd
were off searching for a better pack, Isaac was still weighing whether he
wanted to stay with Derek, and Scott continued to assert his lone wolf status
while throwing it in Derek’s face every chance he could get, so by default that
made Stiles the only one really left. But still.
Derek shrugged. “You seem like you’d be good with kids.”
Really? Stiles allowed himself to bask in the rare compliment for all of three
seconds before realizing that what Derek probably meant was that Stiles was
like a child so he’d likely be good at relating to other kids. Still, if that
was Derek’s bar then Scott probably would have been the better choice, lone
wolf or not.
“Derek?” a little voice called from the other room. It was tentative and sleepy
and definitely one that belonged to a little girl who was maybe six or seven,
Stiles guessed.
Derek’s eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. It would have been
comical, if not for the circumstances, and Stiles quickly understood that the
big bad wolf was feeling totally out of his element here. For all of Derek’s
heroism in rescuing the little werewolf girl from the hunters who had killed
her parents, it was clear he had no idea what he was supposed to do with her
now.
Stiles went to the living room, letting Derek, the scaredy wolf, follow him.
The little girl was sitting up now and Stiles knelt down in front of her,
keeping a little distance so as not to frighten her. His eyes had adjusted to
the dark somewhat and he could see her better now. Her dark curls were a mess,
her face was smudged with dirt and streaked with tears, and she was wearing
what looked like one of Derek’s t-shirts, completely swallowing up her small
frame. But it was her eyes that Stiles noticed most. They were a captivating
shade of aqua blue, full of grief and a little fear, but they shone brightly –
almost magically – in the moonlight. Stiles decided right then and there that
he was done for.
“Hi! I’m Stiles, Derek’s friend,” he introduced, thinking ‘friend’ was probably
a bit of a stretch. “What’s your name?”
The little girl looked him over, assessing. “Luciwanaonowyn,” she replied
shyly, or at least that was the gist of what Stiles had understood.
“Wow. That’s a mouthful,” he expressed and the little girl giggled. Really,
were the Hales the only sensible werewolf parents who had given their kids
normal names like ‘Derek’ and ‘Laura’? (Yeah, okay, he was aware that someone
with his own given name probably shouldn’t cast judgement.) “And I should
know,” he told her. “Because my mouth’s always full. Usually with words or
curly fries.” Derek snorted and Stiles shot him a look. Then he returned his
attention to the girl, giving her a wink. “So I’m just gonna call you Lucy, if
that’s okay.”
The little girl giggled again. “Okay,” she said.
Hey, maybe Derek was right. Maybe Stiles was good with kids.
Stiles helped bundle Lucy back up in the blankets on the couch, telling her to
go back to sleep. He was about to tag on a wish of “sweet dreams” but after
what Lucy had been through, Stiles didn’t think the little girl’s dreams would
be ‘sweet’ for quite a while. He settled for patting her hair then returned to
the ‘kitchen’ with Derek.
“So what are you going to do?” he asked the alpha werewolf.
Derek shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You should call Child Services --”
“No.”
Stiles sighed. “You can’t keep her, Derek.”
“She’s got no one left, Stiles.”
“Yeah,” Stiles agreed. “Which is why you should call Child Services. This way
she can be placed with a foster family and someone can take care of her.”
“She’s a werewolf, Stiles,” Derek said. “She can’t just be placed with some
human family.”
Okay, so Derek had a point. But it was almost three in the morning and Stiles’
brain wasn’t exactly functioning at full capacity.
“You sure she’s a wolf?” he asked. It was possible Lucy wasn’t born a wolf even
though her parents were werewolves.
“Yes,” Derek told him.
Stiles didn’t question further. He knew Derek could detect other werewolves
just by scent.
“Okay,” he said, trying to shift his thinking into gear. “You need a plan.”
Derek looked at him with an expression that clearly said, “No shit, Sherlock.”
Although with Derek and his propensity for monosyllablism, it was probably more
like “duh”.
“And I’ll help you come up with one,” Stiles offered, exhaling another sigh.
“But not tonight. I gotta sleep, dude. My dad’ll be home in a few hours and I
got school. I need a few more hours of rest to be able to think straight.”
Since Scott had been bitten, Stiles barely managed to get four or five hours of
sleep a night. Seriously, how had this become his life?
“Okay,” Derek said and Stiles was glad he wasn’t going to push it.
“Okay.”
Stiles passed a hand over his face, trying to rub the fatigue away as he
climbed into his Jeep. He’d sleep for another couple of hours, go to school,
and try to come up with a plan for Derek regarding Lucy. He could totally do
this.
When he passed by the patrol car at the bend heading back into town, Stiles
prayed to whatever God was listening that it was Meyers in the car because he
knew the deputy would be having his nightshift nap right about now and wouldn’t
see Stiles’ Jeep pass.
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He skipped lacrosse practice after school (he knew he’d get a text from Scott
asking where he was but Stiles was very good at pretending he missed Scott’s
text messages – “Dude, I totally didn’t see your text until now...” – just like
Scott was very good at pretending he didn’t get Stiles’ repeated texts) and
headed to Derek’s house. Lucy needed clothes that weren’t Derek’s ill-fitted,
over-sized t-shirts (which decidedly looked better on him) and Derek needed to
stock up on at least minimal groceries now that he had a guest.
“How’s my favourite were-girl doing?” Stiles greeted the seven-year-old who was
still wearing Derek’s huge t-shirt and a pair of dirty jeans.
Lucy giggled.
“Here,” he said, pulling out the Spiderman t-shirt he had tucked away in his
backpack that morning. It had been one of Stiles’ favourite t-shirts but it was
at least two sizes too small for him now. “Go put this on. It’ll fit better
than that one until we get you some new clothes.”
Lucy trotted off to another room to change shirts. Derek stood in the doorway
of the kitchen. He gave Stiles a look.
“What?” Stiles said. “Your shirt looks ridiculous on her.”
Derek arched an eyebrow.
Lucy came trotting back to Stiles, now sporting the Spiderman tee. It was still
a little big on the little girl but it looked way better than Derek’s humongous
black one. Plus, it had Spiderman on it.
Stiles knelt down, grabbed the corner of the t-shirt, and fashioned a knot in
the fabric to tighten the shirt on Lucy’s small frame.
He winked at the girl. “See? Unlike the Big Bad Wolf over there,” he jerked a
thumb in Derek’s direction, “Stiles has fashion sense.”
Derek rolled his eyes and grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like
“Stiles is an idiot”. The way Lucy narrowed her eyes judgementally at him,
Stiles figured it wasn’t far off.
And, really, was that anyway to treat the Guy With The Plan? Okay, so Stiles
didn’t actually have a plan beyond getting Lucy some clothes and buying some
groceries so the kid wouldn’t starve. But he would have a plan. Eventually. And
Derek was going to appreciate it, dammit.
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They drove – taking Derek’s Camaro because it had a backseat whereas Stiles’
Jeep did not and it was all about safety now - to the closet city with a mall
and a Justice for Girls store. Despite his obviously awesome fashion sense,
Stiles didn’t have a clue what seven-year-old girls liked to wear these days –
it was a given that Derek had even less of a clue – so at lunch he had casually
asked Lydia where one might hypothetically go to buy clothes for a girl who was
about six or seven. Lydia had given him a pointed, assessing look – Stiles
absolutely did not cower under the scrutiny – then had ‘hypothetically’ told
him to go to this Justice store, informing him that there was one at the mall
in the next city.
Stiles tried not to gape at Derek who stood outside the changing rooms, his
arms full of clothes on hangers, waiting patiently as Lucy tried on pants and
shirts and dresses. He couldn’t help but think the werewolf looked ridiculously
adorable, dressed in his usual all-black attire, against a backdrop of a neon
rainbow of girls’ clothing. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture,
capturing the impressive scowl Derek gave him. Stiles looked at the picture and
grinned. It was awesome. In fact, it was so awesome that he thought he might
use it as the background wallpaper on his phone.
Forty-five minutes later, Lucy had picked the clothes she wanted. Derek dumped
half the load into Stiles’ arms (which included the underwear, of course) and
gestured for him to make their way to the sales counter.
The purchase tallied up to nearly five hundred dollars. Derek didn’t even blink
an eye before pulling out and handing the sales woman (who was totally checking
him out and apparently liking what she saw, Stiles noticed) a plastic card with
a bank logo.
“Dude, you have a credit card?”
“Yes,” Derek said flatly.
He really shouldn’t be so surprised. After all, Stiles had a credit card,
although he was supposed to use it only in emergency situations. But Derek?
Derek was the sociopathic (okay, maybe that was a bit harsh), traumatized loner
who lived in the creepy, crumbling shell of the home his family was burned
alive in. Stiles wasn’t even sure that counted as a fixed address. He raised
his eyebrows as if to ask ‘How’d you manage that?’
“I lived in New York for eight years,” Derek replied, “not under a rock. Went
to college even. Had a job.”
“Really?’ Stiles hadn’t thought much about what Derek had got up to when he and
his sister had left Beacon Hills after the fire. “What did you major in?” he
asked, trying to picture Derek milling around a college campus without images
of stalking coming to mind.
“Art.”
Stiles blinked. Art? Okay, so not what he had expected. He tried to picture
Derek painting or drawing or sculpting. It was such a stretch of his
imagination that it gave him a headache.
“And you had a job?” he asked, still reeling from the artist Derek revelation.
“Yes. In advertising,” Derek told him curtly. “I worked for an advertising
company in the art department.”
Jeez, there was no reason to be sarcastic, Stiles wanted to tell him. Except
there probably was. But since Derek was far too adamant to be messing with him
Stiles would have to accept that Derek had some hitherto unknown artistic
abilities (that didn’t just involve making sure his hair was artfully tousled)
that had yet to be revealed.
Wait. Was artistic creativity a common characteristic of serial killers? he
wondered.
Stiles made a mental note to Google that. Right after he uploaded the pic of
Derek scowling amidst the sea of neon girls’ clothing to Facebook.
Yeah, Stiles was a badass shit.
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Derek was hovering over him, practically breathing down his neck, which was a)
doing ridiculous things to his libido and b) making him very nervous – neither
one a feeling conducive to the task Stiles was trying to accomplish. So, Stiles
mustered up every nerve to politely (and rather patiently, he thought, all
things considered) tell Derek to “back off”.
The werewolf huffed and, really, what did he have to huff about? It was Stiles
who was doing all the hard (and illegal) work.
“Committing multiple acts of fraud here,” Stiles reminded.
“Yes. I know. And I appreciate that,” said Derek. He had backed away but Stiles
could sense the impatience still lingering. “But do you think you could speed
it up a bit?”
Stiles continued tapping on the keyboard, saying, “You do know what happens to
seventeen year old pretty boys like me in prison, right?”
“You’re not gonna go to prison, Stiles,” Derek told him, and Stiles spun around
in the chair to see the werewolf rolling his eyes. Stiles cocked an eyebrow and
watched as Derek’s mouth spread into a rare grin. “You’re only seventeen,” he
reaffirmed. There was a glint in his eyes when he said further, “Though you are
kind of pretty.”
Stiles wasn’t sure if Derek was mocking him, teasing him, or backhandedly
complimenting him, though he suspected it was some combination of the three. He
was even less sure how he felt about that. He supposed there were worse things
than Derek Hale thinking he was pretty.
They had come to the library to piggyback on its Internet connection so that
Stiles could hack into a few government sites and modify some records in order
to avoid raising suspicions or eliciting questions about Lucy’s relation to
Derek. They had decided the cover story would be that Lucy was the product of
an affair Peter had had before he was killed in the Hale house fire. Since
Peter was supposed to be dead (and Stiles still wondered how they could push
the reset button on that default state) and Lucy was about the right age, it
made the most sense. Derek’s story was that a woman had dropped Lucy off, had
told him the little girl’s father was Peter Hale and then had left. Derek
didn’t know her name, where she came from, or where she went. But he believed
that Lucy was his uncle Peter’s daughter. (Peter, of course, was amused by the
fact that he’d apparently ‘fathered’ a werewolf girl in all probability while
he was in a coma. His only comment concerning the whole fabricated story had
been ‘I hope the mom was hot.’) Given the plausibility of the story, Stiles
only had to alter a few records to establish Derek as Peter’s next of kin just
in case someone decided to get nosey. They also hoped the slight alterations
would divert Child Services from immediately stepping in.
Yes, Stiles was seventeen and would be considered a minor, and would probably
be let off with a warning rather than jailed for committing fraud but, since he
was the son of the town’s sheriff, he figured it was best not to call direct
attention to himself by hacking from his home IP address. True, he was a part-
time employee of the library and so the dots would likely be connected if
anyone really wanted to connect them, but Stiles was sure (okay, he hoped) it
wouldn’t come to that.
Stiles had skills but he wasn’t a fly hacker so he had had to ask Danny for a
little help on the best way to sneak in the backdoor of secured sites. He had
presented the question in hypotheticals, of course, pretending that he was
doing a paper on Internet security and the protection of personal information.
Danny had raised an eyebrow (he and Stiles were in most of the same classes,
which meant that Danny didn’t buy for a second that Stiles was writing such a
paper) but had given him a pretty extensive description of how one might go
about ‘hacking’ into secured sites. Danny hadn’t gotten a juvie record for
hacking at the age of thirteen for nothing.
When he grew tired of Derek huffing and hovering, Stiles sent him to help Lucy
pick out a few books.
“Pick out a couple for yourself too,” Stiles said, waving him away. “Reading is
very relaxing.”
“I do read, Stiles,” Derek said testily, stalking over to the kids’ books
section and finally leaving Stiles to do the bidding of his dark side in peace.
He added Reads to his mental list of Things I Didn’t Know About Derek Hale.
Lucy and Derek returned fifteen minutes later when Stiles was finishing up,
covering his tracks by at least deleting the browser history. It wouldn’t make
much difference, he knew, but deleting his browser history had become habit
since Stiles discovered online porn and somehow it made him feel better.
“So whatcha pick, Lucy-girl?” Stiles asked, turning his attention now to the
werewolf girl.
Lucy held up copies of Nancy Clancy Super Sleuth and The Adventures of Captain
Underpants. Both of the books were ‘Stiles’ Picks’ for 6-8 year old readers.
“Good choices,” Stiles told her.
Lucy grinned. “Derek picked yours too.”
A light blush dusted over Derek’s cheekbones. Stiles saw that he was holding a
copy of Gaiman’s latest book and a book Stiles had thought an interesting read
called The Bookman’s Tale.
“Also good choices,” Stiles said, giving Derek a wink. He didn’t think it was
possible, but the blush on Derek’s cheekbones actually deepened. It was the
most fascinating thing Stiles had ever seen.
“Okay,” Stiles said loudly, forcing himself to look away from Derek and his
adorable blush. Mrs. Denvers, the librarian, looked at him sharply and Stiles
waved at her. “Let’s get these books checked out on my library card.” He was
already pulling the card from his wallet. “Then our next step is to figure out
what we need to do to get Lucy registered for school.”
He clapped his hands together then held them up when Mrs. Denvers shot him
another look.
He was Stiles Stilinski, The Plan Master. Sometimes he got a little carried
away with his own congratulatory self-appreciation.
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Stiles drove down the lane to the Hale house, catching sight of Derek on the
edge of the woods, running, Lucy on his back. He slammed on the brakes,
thinking they were in trouble, but he quickly saw no one was chasing them so
Stiles figured Derek was just on his usual wolf-run, and was carting Lucy along
for the ride. He continued up the drive to the house.
He got out of the Jeep just as Derek broke through the woods on the east side
of the house. Stiles snuck an appreciating glance at Derek, telling himself
that the alpha werewolf absolutely did not look hot in gray track pants and a
black tank top, while carrying a seven year old were-girl on his back. Nope,
that was not a hot thing. Not at all.
Derek dropped Lucy gently from his back and the little girl raced over to him,
yelling, “Stiles!”
“Hey Lucy-girl,” Stiles greeted, patting the little girl on the head while she
squeezed the ever-loving life out of his middle. “You helping Derek do his
wolfy exercises?”
“We ran through the woods!” she told him excitedly. “Well, Derek ran mostly,”
she corrected. “But I got to ride on his back. It was fun!”
Stiles tried not to imagine what it would be like to ride on Derek’s back. Or,
to ride on Derek’s anything. He quickly pushed the thought aside before he
popped an awkward something and got to the point of his visit.
“I narrowed it down to three,” Stiles told Derek, wiggling his phone out of his
jeans pocket.
Derek frowned. “Narrowed what down to three?”
“Apartments, Derek,” Stiles said, scrolling through his phone to pull up the
listings he had marked and saved.
Derek’s eyebrows lifted.
Stiles rolled his eyes. “Lucy can’t live here.” He gestured toward the Hale
house ruins. “You need to get an apartment,” Stiles told him. “And a job.”
“Stiles, I don’t think--”
Stiles let out a sigh. “That’s the problem, Derek. You don’t think.” He waited
a beat for Derek’s scowl to form then continued, “If you don’t want Child
Services knocking on your bbq-ed door, you’re gonna have to get a better place
to live. And you’re gonna have to be able to show some means of support.”
Stiles had done some research. There were the two major requirements for people
who intended to provide foster care: a stable place to live and employment.
Derek would have no chance of keeping Lucy if he insisted on living in the
burnt out shell of his family home and if he didn’t get an actual job.
Derek looked to consider this for a moment then said, “Okay.”
Okay, Stiles thought. This was progress. Derek was actually going to try and
make this work.
“Off we go to find an apartment then,” Stiles said. He waved a hand at Derek.
“You might want to change into something less--”
Derek cocked an eyebrow.
“—sweaty,” he decided on. Because, Jesus, Derek would stop traffic if Stiles
let him go out in those track pants and that tank top.
Derek scowled again and Lucy giggled.
Then again, Stiles thought, they might get a better deal on an apartment if
Derek showed a little sweat-soaked skin.
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Stiles honestly didn’t know which was worse. The fact that he and Derek were
mistaken for a gay couple by the elderly owner of the first apartment they
looked at or that Derek had gotten blatantly hit on by the owners of the last
two.
Apartment Owner #3, a woman in her mid-fifties, was squeezing Derek’s bicep as
she showed him – well, the three of them, but it was as if Stiles and Lucy
weren’t even there – the second bedroom, cooing about some detail (Stiles had
stopped listening after she had exhaled a breathy and suggestive ‘hello’ at
Derek when she had first let them in to see the apartment), when Derek,
apparently done with the touching and flirting, said abruptly, “We’ll take it.”
The woman gushed some more, squeezing Derek’s bicep even tighter. Stiles held a
hand to his mouth to stifle a snicker as Derek pried the woman’s fingers from
his arm, not even taking care to be gentle. Lucy stood with arms crossed, her
expression set with a scowl that rivalled Derek’s, and eyed the woman coolly.
Stiles allowed himself a chuckle to deflect from laughing outright at the
seven-year-old obviously casting judgement on the woman’s inappropriate
flirting.
All hail Lucy, Protector of the Alpha.
Stiles could totally get behind that.
The apartment was nice enough at least. It was clean, had two bedrooms, a small
kitchenette, and an okay-sized living room. It wasn’t the nicest apartment in
Beacon Hills but it classified as a stable place to live and that was all that
mattered.
Stiles helped Derek ‘move in’ the next weekend, moving in consisting of
throwing a mattress down on the floor of one bedroom – Derek’s room – and
setting up a twin bed set and dresser in the other – Lucy’s room. Derek mumbled
something about getting a couch or chair later for the living room, which
Stiles expressed would be a good idea, although he did insist that Derek pick
up a set of dishes, some utensils, and a couple pots and pans. They were
werewolves, not cave dwellers.
Stiles wisely kept his ideas for adding some accessories to the dull décor to
himself and stuck to presenting Derek with a microwave as an apartment-warming
gift (he secretly planned on sneaking in a little color and maybe some plants
when Derek wasn’t looking, though). He let Lucy pick out her own bedding, which
Stiles paid for using some of the money he had earned at his part-time job at
the library, although buying both the microwave and the comforter set had meant
Stiles had to go without gas money for a week (which meant that he had to beg
Scott for a ride to school on the days Scott’s mom let him use her car or had
to go along with his dad in the patrol car). Still, the smile on Lucy’s face
(and the considerably muted constipated expression on Derek’s) produced by the
gift-giving was totally worth it.
Step One of The Plan was complete. Derek was providing a stable home for Lucy.
Now all Derek had to do was get a job.
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Stiles had agreed to take Lucy to school that morning because Derek had two
interviews for potential jobs and Stiles figured the alpha werewolf could use
some time to prepare. It wasn’t that he didn’t have faith in Derek’s ability to
land a job. It was just that Derek wasn’t the most social or communicative guy
on the planet and, to be fair, he had been out of the workforce for a while.
(Stiles was still having trouble imagining Derek with a job in New York. In
marketing. It blew the mind.)
Lucy let him into the apartment. Stiles found Derek in the tiny kitchen,
apparently making pancakes for breakfast. Or, at least that’s what he was
trying to do.
Derek was glaring at the pan on the stove like it had personally offended him,
which in all likelihood it had considering it seemed to be conspiring with the
batter against Derek’s efforts. Stiles tried not think how adorably endearing
it was that Derek was attempting to make pancakes for Lucy. And not least
because the alpha werewolf had managed to get batter all over himself in the
process. There was batter on his cheek, in his hair, on the tip of his nose and
on the front of his tank top.
Stiles really, really wanted to lick that batter off. But he figured that would
probably garner him a punch to the face or quite possibly even a kick to the
balls so instead he just filed the thought away in his fantasy folder for
later.
He did, however, reach out with a finger to swipe at the batter that had
somehow managed to find its way above Derek’s right eyebrow. “You got a
little…”
Derek scowled at him but didn’t pull away (or punch him in the face so Stiles
counted that as a win) and let Stiles wipe his brow clear. Feeling bold, Stiles
gave Derek’s hip a nudge with his own, took the lifter out of Derek’s hand, and
said, “Go get cleaned up. I can finish this.”
Never let it be said that Derek Hale gave up easily. His face worked its way
through about five different expressions of stubborn insistence before it
finally settled on begrudging resignation. Derek cast an irritated glare at the
perfect golden side of the pancake Stiles had just flipped (really, it was all
in the wrist) then stomped his way to the bathroom with a huff.
Stiles grinned at Lucy as he slipped a pancake onto a plate and handed it to
her. Lucy drowned the golden confection in maple syrup and gobbled it up,
standing at the counter next to Stiles at the stove (Derek didn’t think there
was a need for a table and chairs yet). She devoured two more of the pancakes
Stiles made before Derek re-emerged, dressed in jeans and light blue button-
down (which, wow, Stiles didn’t even know Derek owned anything but dark-
coloured t-shirts), his face and hair now batter-free.
“You make the best pancakes,” Lucy told Derek, licking maple syrup from her
fingers.
Stiles laughed as Derek’s eyebrows lifted. “Yes, he does, Lucy-girl,” he
agreed.
Derek helped Lucy clean all the sticky from her hands and face. Then he
surprised the hell out of Stiles when he produced a brush and then proceeded to
braid Lucy’s curly dark hair into pigtails.
Stiles couldn’t help it. He stared and gaped. It was a work of art, truly.
“What,” Derek said, his tone more embarrassed than defensive. “I had two
sisters.”
Stiles should have known that Derek would be a pro at doing hair given that the
werewolf’s own was always perfect, as was the closely cropped and meticulously
groomed beard he had going on lately.
Stiles’ heart absolutely did not skip a beat over Derek Hale braiding a seven-
year-old girl’s hair. It didn’t. And if anyone dared to say otherwise, Stiles
wasn’t afraid to call them a Big Fat Liar.
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Stiles hitched Lucy’s backpack over his shoulder, grabbing her hand and leading
her towards the playground where all the kids gathered in the mornings.
“You should kiss Derek,” the little girl said as Stiles toed the gate to the
side yard open.
“W-what?” Stiles spluttered. Because first of all, seven year old giving him
kissing advice? And second of all, kiss Derek?
Lucy bobbed her head. “I think he’d like it,” she said sagely. “My mommy and
daddy kissed all the time. I thought it was yucky but my daddy liked it. He
smiled a lot when mommy kissed him. I think Derek wants to smile too. So you
should kiss him.”
It was hard to argue with the logic of a seven year old, especially when said
seven year old made a hell of a lot of sense. Derek did need to smile more. But
Stiles doubted planting a kiss on the big guy would get his frown to turn
upside down. In fact, Stiles was pretty sure it would lead to a deep scowl and
some angry eyebrows. And quite possibly threats of death.
“I’m not sure Derek wants me to kiss him, Lucy-girl,” Stiles countered, not
wanting to dispel Lucy’s idea but not wanting to encourage it either.
Lucy looked up at him with those aqua-blues. “He does,” she said before letting
go of Stiles’ hand and skipping off to join the other kids.
Stiles let his mouth gape, goggling.
Wait. What?
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So kid, you wanna tell why you’ve been hanging around Derek Hale so much
lately?” his dad asked, shoving a forkful of dinner into his mouth.
“Um, I have?” Stiles remarked casually, his brain already thinking up possible
stories to tell his dad. When had it become his life that he needed to come up
with stories to tell his dad? Oh right, when Scott got bitten by Peter Hale,
the psychotic power-hungry alpha who was now just a crazy-ass beta werewolf
everyone thought was dead.
“My deputies said they’ve seen you with Hale – multiple times – at the grocery
store and the Laundromat.” Sheriff Stilinski frowned. “And apparently, you’ve
been skipping lacrosse practice and swinging by Beacon Hills Elementary after
school?” his dad continued. “Son, I don’t think I need to tell you tha--”
“Dad, whoa,” Stiles interrupted because his dad had stopped eating and was
pointing his fork assertively at Stiles and that was never a good sign. “Uh,
remember how Peter Hale’s long-lost daughter got dumped on Derek’s doorstep a
few weeks ago?” Stiles said. It couldn’t hurt to reaffirm the story. His dad
nodded. “Yeah, well Derek’s having a tough go with it. So I’m helping him.”
His dad raised an eyebrow. “You’re helping him?”
Stiles rolled his eyes. “Yes.” And, really, Stiles was pretty good at the whole
‘big brother’ thing, especially given that he was an only child. His dad should
have more faith in him.
His dad considered him for a moment then said, “Alright, then.” He scooped up
another helping of mashed potatoes and raised the fork to his mouth. “Just so
long as it doesn’t interfere with your school work or your grades,” he
cautioned then resumed eating.
Stiles breathed an internal sigh of relief. Really, he didn’t even know how he
managed to get his homework done or how he was able to maintain a nearly
straight A average in school these days. Because, honestly, his life was
seriously fucked up.
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Derek didn’t get either of the jobs he’d been interviewed for.
“It’s okay,” Stiles told him. “I’ll ask around. We’ll find something. It’s just
a momentary setback,” he assured.
Derek’s jaw was clenched tight. His whole body was tense and his mood edgy.
Stiles understood why. And it had little to do with not landing a job yet.
It was the eve of a full moon and both Stiles and Derek were waiting to see how
it would affect Lucy.
Derek tried to recollect his own experiences as a young werewolf on a full
moon. He had turned, for sure, but he explained that young werewolves were
generally not mature enough to be in danger of losing control. This was mostly
because they had pack to keep them anchored. Derek had had his own family to
keep him anchored when he was seven whereas Lucy…
“You’re her alpha now,” Stiles reminded. “You’ll keep her anchored.”
Derek nodded but he didn’t look very reassured.
The growling and wailing and thrashing started at midnight and didn’t stop
until the sun came up at 7:08 in the morning.
Stiles stayed the entire time, thankful that his dad was working a double shift
(because a full moon equalled crazies, even if most people didn’t know the half
of it). Derek had held Lucy to keep her under control as well as to comfort
her. The little girl had wailed about the murder of her parents and had
thrashed violently as she fought against shifting.
Derek didn’t once let go. Not even when Lucy screamed “I hate you!” at him or
when she clawed at his face, neck and chest. Stiles felt completely helpless,
not knowing what to do, except for just be there for Lucy and for Derek.
When it was all over, the three of them were exhausted, Lucy and Stiles most of
all, although Derek looked like he’d been beaten into the ground. Lucy lay limp
in Derek’s arms, her face drawn and pale. She lifted a weak hand to touch
Derek’s face.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and Stiles thought his heart would break.
Derek smiled down at the little werewolf girl and Stiles did feel his heart
break then. “I know, Lucy-girl,” Derek said. “I know.”
Stiles scrubbed a hand over his face, surreptitiously brushing his tears away.
He hoped Derek wouldn’t notice.
Still, there was one thing the full moon ordeal had made clear: Derek needed to
get a job. It was too much of a risk for Child Services to intervene, to place
Lucy in foster care with a human family.
Derek was Lucy’s alpha now, her anchor. And that meant they needed to make sure
Lucy stayed with Derek.
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It was in the locker room after practice when they were getting changed that
Stiles decided he would ask Scott.
“Can you please just ask Deaton if there’s any work Derek can do at the
clinic?”
Scott gave him a look. “No,” he told Stiles bluntly.
“No?” Really, how could that be Scott’s answer?
“No,” Scott repeated. “There’s no way I’m doing any favours for Derek Hale.”
“Come on, you helped Isaac get a job,” Stiles pointed out.
“Yeah, but that was Isaac.” Scott made a face. “Derek is--”
“—a fellow Beacon Hills citizen down on his luck who needs a job?” Stiles
finished hopefully.
Scott’s eyebrows shot up. “Down on his luck?” he said, his eyes goggling
incredulously. “Dude, do you even hear what you’re saying?”
“Yes,” replied Stiles sternly. He crossed his arms against his chest. “I’m
saying you’re an asshole who won’t help a friend out.”
Scott’s face turned pinched at the slander. “Derek isn’t a friend,” he stated.
The ‘friend’ Stiles had been referring to was Stiles not Derek but he wrote it
off as just one more Scott-kick to the gut that seemed to be happening of late.
He and Scott were still best friends but their relationship had become strained
over the past few months. Scott was angry over his break-up with Allison and
nothing Stiles said or did seemed to help any. Scott’s default response had
simply become, “You don’t understand.”
“You’d help Allison’s werewolf hunting family before you’d help him, wouldn’t
you?” Stiles accused meanly. Because Stiles was angry now. At Scott and
everyone else who wouldn’t give Derek the benefit of the doubt, who couldn’t
see past his alpha werewolf failings and understand that he was trying to make
up for his failures, trying to be a better leader.
Scott opened his mouth to speak but Stiles quickly cut him off. “You know what?
Forget it,” he told him, pulling a clean shirt on. “I’ll see if Danny knows of
anything. At least he doesn’t have a grudge against brooding-with-very-good-
reason werewolves.”
“What, so you’re defending Derek now?” Scott all but accused, looking at Stiles
as if he had grown two heads. Maybe he had.
“No, I’m not defending him,” Stiles returned, though he kind of actually was.
“I’m just saying he’s not the horrible guy everyone’s always making him out to
be.”
“Why?” Scott asked. “Because he took in a little orphaned werewolf girl?”
Stiles could see Scott struggling to reconcile his view of Derek with the one
Stiles was presenting to him.
“Dude, his pack has pretty much abandoned him--”
“Yeah, because Derek’s a dick alpha who doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing!”
Stiles was willing to concede Scott’s point – well, except for the ‘dick’ part.
He may have thought that about Derek Hale at some point but not anymore.
“And now you’re trusting him,” Scott continued, “Trusting him not to fuck up
some little girl’s life like he’s fucked up the rest of ours?”
It was totally unfair what Scott was saying. Derek was not wholly responsible
for the shit that went down in all of their lives. Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Jackson,
Lydia, Scott, and even Stiles had to take some of the responsibility. He didn’t
tell Scott this, though. Instead, he said, “Derek needs this. He needs a pack.
He needs Lucy.” Stiles flicked at glance at his best friend. “He needs me.”
Scott raised his eyebrows. Stiles knew Scott hadn’t been expecting that.
“You’re not his pack, Stiles.”
“Yeah, well, I’m what he’s got so it’ll just have to do.” Stiles ran a hand
through his hair, leaving unspoken that at least Derek seemed to appreciate
him.
Scott looked at him for a long moment before shaking his head and saying, “I
hope you know what you’re doing.” He banged the door of his locker shut then
left Stiles alone in the locker room.
Stiles hoped he knew what he was doing too.
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Luckily, Danny did know of something and Derek was able to land a job. It was
work in a warehouse, loading and unloading delivery trucks. The pay was decent
and the physical labour was easy for Derek with his werewolf strength. The only
problem was that Derek had to work weekdays from seven to seven, which meant
that Stiles had to help Lucy get ready in the mornings and take her to school
as well as pick her up in the afternoons then make dinner and help her get
ready for bed.
Stiles knew Derek felt bad about this and had even offered to pay Stiles now
that he was working but Stiles waved away Derek’s offer, telling him he’d
rather Derek use the money to buy a couch.
Derek not only bought a couch but he had sprung for a coffee table too, and
this was where Stiles started doing his homework with Lucy either doing
homework of her own or drawing and coloring pictures, while something baked in
the oven or simmered in a pot on the stove in the background.
Stiles was eight pages into a ten page essay for history that discussed the
injustices of the Salem Witch Trial (Derek had informed him that witches were,
in fact, real but had insisted that none of the women executed in Salem, save
for a very few, had been actual witches who could cast spells and do some
damage), the smell of a chicken and broccoli casserole baking wafting in from
the kitchenette. He’d package up some for his dad and drop it off at the
station on his way home later and save the rest for Derek, whose skills in the
kitchen were still somewhat lacking.
Lucy was coloring fiercely, her brows pinched together in concentration, her
tongue peeking out from between her lips. Stiles could understand that. His own
tongue was sliding through and licking over his lips as he typed.
When she was done, Lucy slid the paper with her artwork across the coffee
table. Stiles saved the document he was working on and then picked up Lucy’s
art, narrowing his eyes and scrunching his face as if critically assessing the
work.
It was a color drawing of trees that Stiles guessed was meant to represent the
woods. Lucy had drawn two wolves – one black, with suspiciously familiar
eyebrows, and one brown with eyes the color of aqua-blue. There was a boy, too,
in a red hoodie, walking alongside the wolves. A warmth spread through Stiles’
chest.
“What’s this?” Stiles asked, pointing to some squiggles inside a box Lucy had
drawn next to the boy’s head.
“That’s you talking,” Lucy told him.
Stiles tipped his head back and laughed. “Ah, that would explain why
wolf!Derek’s eyebrows look scrunched,” he said, giving Lucy a wink. “Like he’s
annoyed.”
Lucy bobbed her head knowingly.
“Let’s go tack this up on the fridge,” Stiles said, getting up from the couch,
Lucy’s artwork in his hand. “This way Derek’ll see it.”
Lucy followed him to the tiny kitchen. She plucked a magnet from the fridge and
pointed to a spot in the center of the freezer door. Stiles help up the drawing
and Lucy secured the magnet onto it, Stiles helping to slide it up to the very
top.
Stiles and Lucy had already eaten (a Tupperware container of the casserole set
aside for Stiles’ dad ready to go) when Derek came home from work. Lucy pulled
Derek excitedly toward the kitchenette and showed him her artwork.
“That’s you,” she informed Derek, pointing to the black wolf.
“With annoyed eyebrows,” Stiles added with a wink and a smirk.
Derek gave Stiles a look. “Obviously,” he said, a hint of a grin on his lips.
He tapped his finger at the boy in the red hoodie. “Because you’re talking.”
Stiles looked at him crossly and Derek grinned. This sent Lucy into a fit of
giggles. Derek had to pick her up and physically carry her to the bathroom to
brush her teeth.
“Night, Stiles,” Lucy called from the hallway between giggles.
“Night, Lucy,” he returned.
“Thank you, Stiles,” he heard Derek say.
Stiles smiled. Helping Derek take care of Lucy was hard work but it was really
nice to be appreciated.
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Derek hadn’t been able to get the time off work to attend the interview with
Lucy’s teacher. So Stiles suggested that he attend on Derek’s behalf. He had to
pick up Lucy from school anyway and it wasn’t like it would take more than
twenty minutes to a half hour. Besides, Stiles had ten years of parent-teacher
interview experience. Granted, it was always his dad (and before that, his mom)
on the ‘parent’ side of the interview but Stiles was certain he could wing it.
He totally had this, even if Mr. Broody McBroody werewolf was sceptical. Derek
didn’t have any other choice.
“Mr. Hale?” Mrs. Baxter, Lucy’s second grade teacher, greeted, the question
clear in her tone.
Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, it’s Mr., uh, Stilinski,” he
told her. “I’m here on Dere--Mr. Hale’s behalf? Unfortunately, he’s stuck at
work.”
Lucy’s teacher raised an eyebrow but motioned toward one of the little chairs
at one of the little tables. Stiles tried to imagine Derek sitting in a kid-
sized chair and had to hold back a laugh.
Mrs. Baxter smiled kindly at Lucy and said, “Lucy, why don’t you go and play at
one of the centers while I talk to Mr. Stilinski?”
“Stiles.”
The teacher gave him a look. “I’m sorry?”
“That’s my name,” Stiles clarified. “Stiles. You can call me Stiles.” Mr.
Stilinski made him sound old or like he was impersonating his father. Or, that
he was in trouble because his teachers always pulled the “Mr. Stilinski” card
right before he got detention.
“You’re the one who usually picks up Lucy after school,” Mrs. Baxter commented.
“Yeah,” Stiles replied. “I mean, yes.” He was aiming to sound like an adult
here, even if he didn’t want to sound like an old adult. He usually saw Mrs.
Baxter when he picked Lucy up from school and always gave her a wave.
“And what exactly is your relation to Mr. Hale, Lucy’s guardian?” she
questioned.
“Uh…boyfriend?” Stiles said on a whim then cursed inwardly.
His intention had been good at least. Stiles didn’t want Mrs. Baxter to think
Lucy had an unstable home life by calling attention to Derek’s general
instability as a creepy loner but now Stiles questioned the wisdom of implying
that Derek was in a relationship with a teenager. With any luck, however, Mrs.
Baxter would peg him as college age instead of a high schooler, although the
raised eyebrow she gave him said she pegged him as the seventeen year old he
was. Damn.
“It would really be better if Mr. Hale were here--”
“Oh hey, you know what? We could call him and I can put him on speaker phone?”
Stiles offered, pulling his cell phone from the pocket of his jeans. “This way
he can be part of the discussion and I can just take notes for him or
something.”
Mrs. Baxter nodded, indicating that she was agreeable to calling Derek and
communicating with him through Stiles’ phone. Stiles was worried about
bothering Derek at work (his boss seemed like a hard-ass) but there really
wasn’t much he could do.
Derek’s voice was gruff when he picked up.
“Hello, Mr. Hale,” the teacher cut in quickly. “I’m Mrs. Baxter, Lucy’s
teacher. Stiles said we could put you on speaker phone so we could discuss
Lucy’s progress.”
“Heeyy, Derek,” Stiles chimed in, wanting to head off the possibility that this
might quickly turn into a disaster, especially since he’d lied about his
relationship with Derek. “It’s Stiles. You know, your significant other?”
Stiles tried not to cough on the words. “Hi. Um, sweetie,” he tacked on while
giving Mrs. Baxter his best shit-eating grin. Like he’d said, he had experience
dealing with teachers.
“My what?” came Derek’s question and Stiles bristled over the fact that Derek
sounded slightly offended. Stiles was a Grade A catch. At the very least Grade
B. Derek would be lucky – no, he would be damn lucky – to land Stiles as a
boyfriend.
“He prefers the term ‘partner’,” Stiles whispered to Mrs. Baxter, knowing that
Derek could hear him.
A loud sigh came across the line. “Yes, Stiles is my partner,” Derek said
through what Stiles was sure were gritted teeth. It was kind of hurtful, to be
honest. Stiles was only trying to help.
Mrs. Baxter ignored the banter then proceeded to tell Derek how Lucy was
adapting and progressing in the classroom, her tidbits of information
acknowledged by an occasional grunt or sigh. Lucy was adapting reasonably well,
although Mrs. Baxter did suggest that Lucy could use some encouragement in
moving outside of her comfort zone when interacting with her classmates. All
things considered, such as Lucy losing her parents and having Derek the King of
Communication Fail as her alpha, Stiles thought Lucy was doing pretty well.
This made him beam like a proud father. Okay, more like a proud older brother
but he was still beaming.
“He’s not really vocally communicative, is he?” the teacher commented after the
call ended.
“Yeah,” Stiles said resignedly then waved his hand. “After a while, though, you
learn how to interpret his grunts and growls and eyebrow expressions.”
Mrs. Baxter raised her own eyebrows at that then frowned. “I am just concerned
that Lucy may not be getting the right kind of interactive stimulation she
needs at home,” she said.
Stiles leaned forward in the little chair. “You really don’t have to worry,” he
told her, wanting to nip the teacher’s concerns in the bud. “Derek may not be
the most vocal or social guy out there, but Lucy gets him. And he gets Lucy.
Besides,” he said, now leaning back in the chair. “They got me. And, trust me,
I do enough talking for the both of them.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed,” Mrs. Baxter said dryly, but Stiles saw her lips tilt
up in amusement.
He hoped it was enough to head her off at the pass. It really wouldn’t be good
for Derek and Lucy if Lucy’s teacher expressed her concerns about Derek’s
social failings to the school principal or other authorities.
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Stiles really didn’t expect to see Scott with Allison at the Beacon Hills Fall
Fest. He certainly hadn’t expected Scott to actually be civil to Derek,
although it had been a given that Scott would fall in love with Lucy almost
immediately.
“I like Stiles’ friend. He’s fun!” Lucy squealed from atop Derek’s shoulders as
they weaved their way through the fairgrounds.
It was like Stiles had said – Scott was a great big giant kid (or a big giant
puppy) and it was impossible for anyone (even Derek) not to like him. Stiles
had raised an eyebrow at his best friend that he knew Scott would understood
was in relation to Allison and Scott had returned a similar eyebrow raise that
Stiles had understood meant ‘Tell you later’.
Stiles was glad most of the tension had eased between them. He hated when he
and Scott were in a tiff. Stiles understood Scott’s reluctance to accept Derek
as his alpha, especially given the shit storm that had transpired over the past
year. But Scott also had to realize that Derek wasn’t a bad guy (certainly not
the bad guy) and that Derek, like Scott, was learning as he went along.
It turned out that Derek was a master at the ring toss, although his superior
wolfy hand-eye coordination hadn’t hurt. He won enough games for Lucy to pick
out a prize. Not surprisingly, Lucy chose the stuffed wolf.
Stiles so loved irony.
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When Stiles got to the school he was told that Lucy had been sent to the
principal’s office. He rushed down the corridor, texting Derek as he went, and
tried not to worry.
Lucy was sitting on a bench in the outer office, hands in her lap, her gaze on
the floor. A boy Lucy’s age was there also, set a little ways away from her,
being fussed over by his parents and the school nurse. From what Stiles could
see, the boy had a bloody nose and a fat lip.
“Hey Lucy-girl,” Stiles said, getting down to crouch in front of her. “What’s
up?”
Lucy looked up, her aqua-blue eyes brimming with tears. “I hit Ben,” she told
him.
“Okay,” he said, glad that Lucy was at least owning up to what she had done. It
had taken Stiles a lot longer to learn that lesson when he was Lucy’s age.
“I didn’t mean to hurt him, Stiles,” Lucy said, worrying her bottom lip with
her teeth. “But he was picking on Lukas. And he wouldn’t stop even when I asked
him nicely.”
“I believe you,” Stiles reassured her. He put a finger under Lucy’s chin and
tipped her face up to look at him. “But you gotta remember, Lucy-girl, that
you’ve got a bit of an advantage over kids like Ben.”
Lucy leaned in and whispered. “You mean ‘cause I’m a werewolf?”
“Uh, yeah,” Stiles whispered back with a chuckle. “Plus, you see Ben’s parent’s
there?” He tilted his head in the direction of Mr. and Mrs. Went to an Ivy
League School and Probably Had Two Point Two Kids. Lucy scrunched her nose at
him in question. “There’s no way Soccer Mom and Dad can glare and growl as
awesomely as Derek.”
As if right on cue, Derek stormed into the outer office, casting his patented
glare around and growling, “What. Happened.”
Principal Matthews stepped out from her office and gestured at Ben’s parents
and Derek to come inside. Derek huffed and gave Stiles a look, which Stiles
interpreted to mean he should follow so he left Lucy in the care of Ms. Porter,
the secretary, and quickly trotted after the alpha werewolf.
They settled in the principal’s office, Ben’s parents taking up the guest
chairs, Derek and Stiles leaning against the wall to the side. Principal
Matthews settled behind her desk then surveyed the adults gathered. She glanced
pointedly at Stiles and frowned.
“I really think it would be best for this conference to include just the
parents and the guardian--”
“He stays,” Derek rumbled, his tone making it clear that Stiles’ presence was
not up for negotiation. Stiles tried not to feel too smug at Derek’s gruff
insistence.
Ben’s mother opened her mouth, probably to protest, but Principal Matthews made
a gesture, saying, “It’s okay, Felicia.” The use of the woman’s first name by
the principal made Stiles think it was highly likely that Ben’s mother was a
prominent member of the PTA. He rolled his eyes. It figured.
Principal Matthews cast a glance around to all of them then said, “I asked for
this meeting to discuss what happened today between Lucy and Ben. My
understanding is that an altercation occurred on the playground at recess that
ended with a minor injury to Ben--”
“That little girl is a menace!” Ben’s mother shouted.
“Felicia, I understand that you’re upset--” Principal Matthews said, trying to
rein the woman’s hysteria in.
“She punched my little Ben and gave him a bloody nose!”
“I’m not sure that’s exactly what happe--” the principal tried again.
“Clearly, she’s being raised by a man,” she gave Derek a sour look, “who
doesn’t know the first thing about being a father! And she’s being influenced
by this teenager,” the sour look now settled onto Stiles, “who seems to think
playing house with another man is all fun and games.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Stiles interrupted, not liking where Felicia was going. She
might as well have just said Lucy was being raised by wolves, for all the irony
there was to that notion. “First of all,” he said, pushing himself off the wall
and moving closer to the woman seated, “you have no right to talk about Lucy
like that. Little Ben, that sweet and precious son you think you’ve got? Yeah,
he was bullying another kid and Lucy was just trying to protect him. And
second? Derek may not be a contender for Dad of the Year Award but at least he
knows how to raise Lucy right. To stick up for others and not take any bullshit
from kids like little Benny who think it’s okay to bully his classmates.”
“How dare you--” Felicia’s face was red with anger and for a moment Stiles
thought she was going to get out of her chair and punch him. Stiles almost
hoped she did. “I’m not going to sit here and listen to some kid tell me--”
Principal Matthews raised her hands. “Felicia, Mr. Stilinski,” she said firmly
in an attempt to intervene.
But Stiles wasn’t done. “You hear that, Felicia? Stilinski. As in Sheriff
Stilinski.” Stiles clicked his tongue. “Yeah, in case you didn’t know, I’m his
son.” He let that little tidbit sink in. “And you know what? That man raised me
right. He raised me not to be a bully and to stick up for my friends and
family. Just like Derek is teaching Lucy. Maybe you could learn a thing from
him.”
Ben’s mother was outraged. She turned to her husband to seek support but Ben’s
dad looked like he wanted to crawl under his chair. Stiles couldn’t help but
smile smugly at that.
Clearly exasperated, Principal Matthews looked to Derek, who had yet to say
anything beyond insisting that Stiles stay. “Mr. Hale?”
“We’re done here,” Derek said curtly, pushing off the wall and heading for the
door.
Stiles didn’t wait for the engraved invitation. He followed on Derek’s heels.
Lucy launched herself at Derek when he came out of the principal’s office and
the alpha scooped her up into his arms. Lucy buried her head in his neck and
mumbled, “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, Lucy-girl,” Derek told her. “You were protecting a
friend.” He cast a glance at Stiles. “It’s what you’re supposed to do.”
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Derek washed and Stiles dried while Lucy brushed her teeth and got ready for
bed.
“Did you mean it?” Derek asked, passing the last plate to Stiles. “Do you
really think I’m raising Lucy right?”
Stiles dried the plate and stacked it with the others in the cupboard. He slung
the towel over his shoulder and gave Derek a serious look. “Yeah,” he said. “I
think you’re doing a great job, Derek.”
Before he really had time to think about it, Stiles leaned into Derek’s space
and touched his lips to the alpha’s. As far as kisses went, it was relatively
chaste, just a pressing of mouths together, the making of a connection.
A little hand tugged at Derek’s t-shirt. “Derek?” said Lucy. “When you’re done
kissing Stiles, can you ask him if he’ll read me a story?”
Stiles snorted, pulling his mouth away from Derek’s.
Derek’s mouth screwed up in a half-grin then he smiled down at Lucy – and, man,
that was a sight Stiles would like to see forever– and said, “Why don’t you ask
Stiles yourself?”
Lucy looked up at Stiles with those beautiful eyes and Stiles was quickly
reduced to a puddle of absolute mush. “Can you read me a story, Stiles?” she
asked. “I like it when you read me stories. You make fun sounds and use
different voices.” She cupped a hand to her mouth and whispered
conspiratorially, “All Derek does is read.”
Derek and Stiles both chuckled. “Sure thing, Lucy-girl,” Stiles said.
Stiles let Lucy choose the book. She settled under the covers with the stuffed
wolf Derek had won for her tucked into her body and Stiles read to her,
changing voices for each character and making the funny sounds he knew Lucy
liked.
When he was done, he brushed a kiss across Lucy’s forehead and set the book
onto the nightstand.
“You made Derek smile,” Lucy said, giving Stiles a smile of her own.
“I did,” Stiles said. And it was amazing, he thought.
“I hope he keeps smiling,” the little girl said, putting hand to her mouth to
stifle a yawn.
“Me too,” Stiles told her, clicking off the bedside lamp and moving toward the
door.
“Night, Stiles.”
“Night, Lucy-girl.”
Stiles considered staying longer, so that maybe he and Derek could pick up
where they had left off in the kitchen, but decided that it would be better to
take things slow and to keep it light. Derek did not have the best track record
as far as relationships went and Stiles basically had zero experience in that
same department. If something was going to develop between them, Stiles wanted
it to happen at its own pace, a pace that both he and Derek were comfortable
with.
At the door, when Stiles was leaving, Derek said, “She was wrong, you know.”
Stiles drew his eyebrows together, not understanding. “Ben’s mother,” Derek
clarified. “You’re not some kid, Stiles. And you’re not just playing house.
You’re good at this. You’re good with Lucy. And…thank you. Thank you for
helping me. I would’ve really sucked at this on my own.”
Then Derek did something that completely surprised Stiles. He brushed a thumb
over Stiles’ cheekbone then pecked a soft kiss on the skin there.
Stiles lifted a hand to his cheek as he made his way to the elevator, the spot
where Derek’s lips had touched still warm.
Yeah. Stiles could really get used to Derek Hale’s kind of thank yous.
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Derek had to leave work three more times because of ‘incidents’ at Lucy’s
school. It seemed that every time little Ben got himself into a scrape, his
mother was quick to point the finger at Lucy. And she had expressly insisted
that Stiles be banned from any and all meetings that took place. Since Derek
was Lucy’s ‘legal’ guardian, Principal Matthews had no choice but to concede to
the president of the PTA mom’s demands. Stiles supposed it was the price they
all had to pay for his inability to keep his mouth shut, whether he had been
justified in sounding off or not.
“I don’t know what to do, Stiles,” Derek said after he had returned from a
meeting with Principal Matthews in which Lucy had been accused of ‘stealing’
money from precious little Ben’s backpack. Stiles secretly wished Lucy had
actually kicked the kid in the shins, even if (sigh) violence was never the
answer. “Mr. Larmay said if I have to leave work one more time, family
emergency or not, he’s going to have to let me go.”
Mr. Larmay was Derek’s boss. He was a fifty-something year old bachelor who had
no sympathy for his employees. Stiles had no doubt Larmay would cut Derek loose
if he thought it was necessary. Derek needed his job, so this wasn’t exactly an
option.
“Look,” Stiles said. “I could go next time if Lucy gets blamed for something
else she hasn’t even done--”
Derek shot him a look. “I’m Lucy’s guardian, Stiles. And we both know Felicia
would have a conniption if you so much as set foot near--” He broke off,
looking frustrated and angry.
Stiles wanted to tease Derek about being on a first name basis with Ben’s
mother now but the look of Derek’s eyebrows told him he had better not push it.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Sorry about that. My mouth, you know. It kind of runs
on its own sometimes.”
Stiles had expected Derek to make some growly reply about his quick temper and
tendency to mouth off. Instead, he found Derek’s eyes on his mouth. He seemed
to give Stiles’ lips a thorough assessment before snapping his gaze up, a light
blush dusting his cheekbones.
“There’s nothing wrong with your mouth,” Derek mumbled. He conveniently stalked
off to the kitchen before Stiles could even wonder what the hell that was
supposed to mean.
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It was barely a week later when Stiles found out from his dad that Child
Services had taken Lucy into its protection and would be placing her, for the
time being, in foster care.
“They can’t do that!” Stiles protested.
“It’s for the best, Stiles,” his dad said calmly. Too calmly for Stiles’
liking.
“For who?”
The sheriff flicked a look of surprise at his son as he twisted the cap off his
after-shift beer. Stiles was aware he was shouting but he really needed to make
a point here.
“For both Lucy and Derek,” his dad said, lifting the bottle to his lips.
“She belongs with Derek, Dad,” he appealed stubbornly. Derek was Lucy’s pack.
Her only family now.
His dad frowned. “Derek is a single twenty-four year old with a minimum-wage
job and a barely furnished apartment--”
“He’ll get a better job,” Stiles interjected. “And more furniture.”
“And need I remind you, Stiles, that he was taken into custody for suspicion of
mur--”
“He was innocent!” Stiles shouted.
His dad took another pull from the bottle, a tactic meant to draw away from the
heated discussion so as to return to it with calmer focus. “Okay, granted, that
might be,” he said. “But there have been reports made that suggest Lucy would
be better off in foster care away from Derek’s influence for a little while--”
“Reports? What reports? You mean by Principal Matthews? Or that kid Ben’s
mother who hates Lucy? Or Lucy’s teacher who thinks Derek is a bad role model
because he has difficulty communicating verbally?” The look on his dad’s face
told Stiles that he’d hit every mark. Stiles rolled his eyes and shouted
angrily, “They don’t know what the hell they’re talking about!”
“It’s already done, Stiles,” his dad said patiently.
“You’re the sheriff,” Stiles tried. “You could intervene on Derek’s behalf--”
His dad was shaking his head. “I’m not convinced that would be best,” he said.
“Please, Dad,” Stiles pleaded. “Lucy needs to stay with Derek. Please. You need
to trust me on this.”
His dad looked at him for a long moment. “I’m sorry, son,” the sheriff said as
though the words pained him. “I just can’t.”
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Derek’s apartment was unlocked and Stiles wasted no time letting himself
inside. He found Derek on the floor in the corner of the sparse living room,
knees drawn up to his chest, his face pale and vacant. Stiles had never seen
Derek look so vulnerable and he felt his heart clench at the sight.
Stiles knelt on the carpet beside him. “Derek?” he said tentatively.
“They took her away, Stiles,” Derek said quietly. “They took her away from me.”
“I know, buddy. I know,” Stiles said. “But we’re gonna get her back, okay?”
“I can’t—I need--”
Stiles understood. It wasn’t just that Lucy needed Derek. Derek needed Lucy.
The alpha had all but lost his pack. All except for Stiles who was not even a
wolf. That Derek Hale was capable of providing not only guidance but love to a
seven year old little werewolf girl and that he considered her his own, his
family, would probably surprise most people. But it didn’t surprise Stiles. He
had seen first hand the way Derek cared for Lucy. Derek may have been a bit of
a broken werewolf and he might have sucked a little at being an alpha, but he
was good at this. He was good at loving that little girl.
“We’ll get her back,” Stilies repeated, angling his head down to touch his
mouth to Derek’s. “I promise,” he whispered against Derek’s lips before taking
them more fully in a kiss.
Derek responded immediately, cupping the back of Stiles’ neck with his hand,
crushing their mouths together. At first it was just hot, wet sliding of lips
against lips. But Stiles soon felt Derek’s tongue poke against the seam of his
mouth, demanding entry, and he parted his lips to let him in, allowing Derek to
snake his tongue inside and to wind it with his.
“Stiles...” Derek moaned into his mouth.
Stiles pulled his mouth away, leaning back to look at Derek. The werewolf’s
eyes were dark, full of lust, wanting. It was all Stiles needed to see before
he grabbed Derek by the arm and pulled him to his feet. Then he hooked his
fingers with Derek’s and, without a word, led him toward the bedroom.
They fell onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, mouths slotting together
hotly.
“Stiles…” Derek moaned again, as Stiles pressed kisses to Derek’s jaw then
neck, licking over the spots with his tongue as he went.
He wanted to touch his mouth to every part of Derek’s body. He wanted to make
Derek feel good so that the pain he was feeling would slide away under the
pleasure. Stiles knew he lacked experience but he could do this. He sucked
kisses into Derek’s neck, yanking the edge of his t-shirt up until Derek got
the hint and pulled it off. Stiles spared a moment to appreciate Derek’s firm
pectoral muscles and his stupid perfect abs before he set to work on covering
every inch of Derek’s tantalizing torso with his mouth and tongue.
Derek didn’t resist when Stiles pulled at the waistband of his track pants and
boxer briefs, pulling both down to reveal Derek’s beautiful, hard cock. Stiles
didn’t even think about it. He just licked his lips then put his mouth over the
tip, sucking the cockhead in.
He heard Derek gasp, his hips jolting up, the movement helping to propel his
dick further into Stiles’ mouth. Stiles went with it, taking Derek in as deeply
as he could without choking, moving his tongue around and sucking. Stiles had
never given a blow job before (hell, he’d never gotten one either) so there was
kind of a steep learning curve here, but his enthusiasm for the learning
process was very strong.
He ignored how hard and aroused he was in favour of sucking down and licking
around Derek’s beautiful cock. Stiles was so focused on trying to pleasure
Derek that he couldn’t even think about touching himself to ease some of the
pressure that was straining against the fabric of his pants.
Sharp gasps and breathy moans continued to come from Derek, which Stiles took
as a good sign, but then suddenly Derek was saying, “Stiles. Stop. Please.”
Stiles pulled off with a pop and looked up at Derek with wide eyes. “What. Why?
It’s not good?”
All Stiles had wanted to do was make Derek feel good to temper the pain, and
his goddamn inexperience had to go and fuck it all up.
“No, it’s--” Derek placed a hand on Stiles’ chin and drew Stiles up the length
of his body. “It’s fucking amazing,” he said and Stiles couldn’t help noticing
how breathless Derek sounded. “But I’m--” His green eyes met Stiles’ brown ones
with intensity. “Fuck, I’m going to come down your throat in about ten seconds
if you keep doing it.”
Oh.
“Oh.”
Derek gave a small smile, running his thumb over Stiles’ cheekbone. “If we’re
going to do this,” he said, “I’d much rather we do it together.”
Wow. Okay. Yeah, Stiles could definitely get on board with that.
Derek helped Stiles get his pants down then shifted him onto the mattress so
that he was on his side facing Derek. He grabbed Stiles’ wrist and guided his
hand to their cocks, wrapping his palm and fingers around them both,
encouraging him to stroke. Stiles slid his hand up and down, liking the feel of
their cocks together, the friction created by the slide and pull of his hand
sending jolts of pleasure through his body. When Stiles’ rhythm started to
falter, Derek covered Stiles’ hand with his own, helping to bring them off.
Stiles came with a twitch and a shout, erupting warm and sticky over Derek’s
cock and both their hands. Derek added his own mess to mix two seconds later.
They turned over onto their backs and panted in tandem as they came down from
the highs of orgasm. Derek used the sheet to wipe their collective spunk from
the both of them then pulled Stiles into the curve of his body, cuddling him.
Stiles grinned into Derek’s shoulder. He never would have guessed Derek Hale
was a cuddler but he was definitely not going to complain.
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Brian and Melinda Campbell, Lucy’s foster parents, were gracious enough to let
both Derek and Stiles visit Lucy at their home. They visited her every day,
usually together, either when Lucy got home from school or after they had all
had dinner (sometimes the Campbells invited Derek and Stiles to dinner with
them and Lucy, which was nice).
Today, however, Stiles had asked Scott to come along to visit Lucy with him.
Derek had an interview with the editor of The Beacon for a position as ad
layout supervisor that Stiles had a really good feeling about. Besides, Stiles
needed help with something and Scott was the best guy for the job.
“Stiles!” Lucy exclaimed from the doorway when she saw Scott and Stiles coming
up the path. She bolted out of the door and practically catapulted herself into
Stiles’ arms. Stiles managed to catch her and lifted her up.
“Whoa there, Lucy-girl,” he said, laughing. “Did you miss me or something?” He
and Derek had just visited the day before.
Lucy wrapped her little arms around his neck and squeezed tight. “Yes!” Lucy
told him.
Stiles laughed again. God, it was nice to hear that. He tilted his head toward
Scott. “You remember this guy, Lucy-girl?”
Lucy nodded, her eyes lighting up, a splotch of pink splashing across her
cheeks. Stiles thought there was a very distinct possibility that Lucy had
developed a seven-year-old crush on Stiles’ best friend. Which was
understandable, really. Scott was an adorable puppy.
“Scott works at the animal clinic,” Stiles told Lucy. “He knows how to fix
animals. So I’m thinking he’ll be able to fix Mr. Wolfy.”
Scott’s brows raised in question as Lucy’s eyes grew wide.
“Really?” the little girl said.
“Sure,” Stiles remarked, giving his best friend a wink.
Lucy led the two of them into the house then disappeared upstairs to her
bedroom. She returned quickly, the stuffed wolf Derek had won for her clasped
carefully in her hand. She held it out to Scott, pointing at the spot on the
leg where a Batman bandaid had been placed (courtesy of Stiles, of course) to
cover the hole that had been worn there.
“He’s got a boo-boo. Can you fix him?” Lucy asked hopefully.
Scott smiled at her. “I think I can,” he said. “Let’s see if Mrs. Campbell has
a needle and some thread.”
‘Dr. Scott’, as Lucy kept calling him to Stiles’ amusement, managed to only
pick himself twice while sewing up Mr. Wolfy’s ‘wound’. Scott narrowed his eyes
at him when Stiles chuckled and, even though his skin healed over almost
instantaneously, Scott still let Lucy put bandaids (Stiles had left her a stash
of Batman ones) on both of his ‘injured’ fingers.
They played outside then, running around the backyard and playing tickle war
(which Scott failed miserably at). When it was time to go, Lucy gave Stilesand
Scott a kiss on the cheek. She thanked Scott for fixing Mr. Wolfy and blew a
kiss into her hand for Stiles to give to Derek.
When they were on the road in the Jeep, Scott looked over at Stiles and said,
“You’re good with Lucy.”
“Thanks,” Stiles said. It meant a lot that Scott thought he was doing okay by
the little werewolf girl.
“And you’re good with Derek too,” his best friend added.
Stiles lifted his eyebrows, shifting his gaze from the road to Scott then back
again.
“I’m sorry, Stiles,” Scott said. “You were right about Derek. I’ve seen him
with Lucy and you can tell he really cares about her. She’s his pack.”
Stiles nodded. It was the one thing he knew absolutely.
“He really cares about you too,” Scott said. “And I think you two are good
together.” Scott huffed out a laugh. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I just said
that.”
Stiles laughed with him. “I can’t believe you did either.”
They drove in silence for a stretch and then Scott said, “Thanks for letting me
come today.”
“It was a medical emergency,” Stiles insisted. “I needed you.”
Scott gave him one of his ‘are you kidding?’ looks.
“Come on, I would have stabbed myself with the needle far more times than you
did,” Stiles told him, which was embarrassingly true. “Besides, could you
imagine Derek playing Dr. Fix-It? He’s got a terrible bedside manner. He would
have scowled and growled and scrunched his eyebrows the whole way through.”
“Yeah,” Scott said.
Both he and Stiles burst out laughing.
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Derek had him pressed up against the door of the apartment, his mouth latched
onto Stiles’ neck, pressing wet kisses into his skin and sucking bruises.
“God, Stiles,” Derek breathed into Stiles’ neck, nipping at his skin with his
teeth. “We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re seventeen. If anyone found out--”
Stiles kissed Derek to silence him, winding his arms around his shoulders,
trying to pull him closer. He knew Derek was right. But, holy God, he was
seventeen and horny as fuck. And Derek made it really, really hard not to want
to ravish him or to be ravished.
Stiles let out a high-pitched squeak when Derek slid down his body and settled
onto his knees on the floor. He tugged at the waistband of Stiles’ jeans,
pulling free the button and splitting open the zipper. Derek slid his hands
into Stiles’ pants, pushing the denim and Stiles’ boxers over his hips, letting
Stiles’ erection pop free.
Derek planted his big hands on Stiles’ ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh, yanking
Stiles’ hips forward. He darted his tongue out, licking slowly from base to
tip. Then he took Stiles into his mouth, screwing his lips down the shaft until
Stiles felt his cockhead hit the back of Derek’s throat.
“Fuuuuck,” Stiles expressed, unable to form anything more coherent than that.
His head slammed back against the door with a thud.
Stiles kept his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut, refusing to look
down at Derek who was sucking every last one of Stiles’ functioning brain cells
out through his member. He was trying hard not to buck into Derek’s mouth but
he wasn’t doing a very good job at it. It didn’t help that Derek, the prick,
was pulling Stiles forward, his large hands on his bare ass cheeks, encouraging
Stiles to fuck deeper into his mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ.
When he hit his peak, Stiles didn’t so much as ejaculate as he exploded into
Derek’s mouth, on his tongue, and down his throat. His orgasm held such force
that it momentarily blinded him and he was only peripherally aware that Derek
continued to suck him through the pleasure waves and the subsequent crash.
It was when he saw Derek reach for his own rock hard but so far neglected cock
that Stiles snapped out of his reverie.
“Dude, sorry--” he said, dropping gracelessly to the floor and plunging his
hand into Derek’s track pants.
“Not gonna take much,” Derek managed to mumble, giving way so Stiles could wrap
his own hand around Derek’s cock.
He wasn’t kidding. It took less than five pulls before Derek’s hips bucked then
stilled, and he coated Stiles’ hand and fingers with hot stickiness.
Stiles slumped forward onto Derek’s shoulder, not even bothering to take his
hand out of Derek’s pants. “Blew my fucking mind, dude,” Stiles expressed,
still feeling breathless. “Oh my God, I think I love you.”
Derek snorted into his neck.
Stiles waited a beat then he lifted his head so he could look directly at
Derek. “No,” he said, the realization hitting like a smack to the forehead. “I
really think I love you, Derek.”
Derek’s expression was a mix of surprise and wonder. He angled his head and
leaned in, brushing his lips across Stiles’. Then he mumbled something that
sounded like “thinkiloveyoutoo”.
A bubble of happiness burst inside Stiles and his lips spread into a grin. It
wasn’t perfect – they were sprawled on the floor in front of Derek’s apartment
door, Stiles’ hand still crammed down the werewolf’s pants, a right sticky mess
– but at that moment, it felt like the best thing in the world.
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Derek was on his cell phone with Lucy when Stiles let himself into the
apartment.
“Don’t worry about me, Lucy-girl, I’ll be okay,” Derek was saying. He smiled
when he saw Stiles. “I got Stiles here to keep me company.”
It was the eve of another full moon. Derek had tried to negotiate with the
Campbells to let Lucy have a sleepover but Lucy’s foster parents were reluctant
to agree given that it was a school night. And there was simply no way that
Derek could bring up the full moon as a reason that Lucy should spent the night
at his apartment.
The last full moon had been much easier on Lucy. She hadn’t even shifted but
she had been wound tight nevertheless. But that was because she had been with
Derek and Stiles. Stiles knew Derek was worried that Lucy would have a hard go
this full moon because she was separated from her pack and her alpha.
“Call me if you need me,” Derek said into the phone. “And I’ll be right there.”
It was the only reassurance Derek could give the little girl. He couldn’t very
well insinuate himself into the Campbell’s home uninvited.
“Love you too, Lucy-girl.”
Derek ended the call, dropping his cell phone into his lap. He looked dejected,
almost helpless, and Stiles felt the urge to cuddle him. What Derek needed was
a distraction and Stiles knew just the thing that would do it.
Stiles climbed into Derek’s lap, straddling him. “She’ll be okay, Derek,” he
tried to reassure. They had talked to Lucy earlier about what to do to keep
herself anchored and at bay. Mr. Wolfy would serve as a talisman, her
connection to the alpha, to Derek. And she could call Derek at any time. Well,
granted that the Campbells would let her use the phone if she needed to without
too much suspicion. It was the best plan they had and Stiles fully intended on
projecting confidence in it for Derek’s sake.
Well, that. And to provide a distraction.
“Take me to bed and fuck me senseless,” Stiles told the alpha, delighting in
the way Derek’s eyebrows nearly got lost from shooting up so high and the way
his pupils blew wide with obvious lust.
They were already past their “first time” (according to heteronormative
standards at least), Stiles having let Derek take his ‘virginity’ a week ago in
celebration of Derek landing the job at The Beacon. It had been only slightly
awkward and a tiny bit painful but Stiles came out of the experience realizing
one thing: He loved the feel of Derek inside of him. And he wanted to have
Derek inside him pretty much all the damn time.
Horny teenager, remember?
Derek growled and it made something hot coil low in Stiles’ abdomen. Derek
stood up, lifting Stiles along with him. Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek’s
body, burying his face into Derek’s neck, as Derek carried him to the bedroom.
Derek laid Stiles back as he crawled onto the mattress. His cell phone dropped
between them. Derek picked it up and placed it on the floor next to the
mattress, wanting it out of the way but not too far away in case Lucy called.
He made quick work of removing Stiles’ clothes and then his own. Derek covered
Stiles’ naked body with his own, going straight for Stiles’ neck with tongue
and mouth.
They played around for a bit, nipping, sucking, licking. Then they got down to
more serious business. Stiles had always marvelled at how much control Derek
had over his wolf side during a full moon. He knew from Derek and the others
that control was maintained by hooking onto an anchor – something or someone
who grounded the human side and kept the wolf at bay. For Scott, it was
Allison. For Lucy, it was Derek. For Derek, it was anger. At least that’s what
he had told Isaac during the beginning phases of the betas’ adaptation to being
turned.
He wondered if a werewolf’s anchor stayed consistent over time. Stiles felt no
anger coming from Derek at the moment, on the rise of the full moon. What he
did feel – and see – was vulnerability mixed in with a little desperation and a
whole lot of unbridled passion.
Maybe Derek’s anchor was more than anger, Stiles thought.
Stiles felt the barest hint of fangs grazing his neck. Okay, so maybe Derek’s
wolf was not completely under control but Stiles wasn’t complaining. The animal
side of Derek, so long as it wasn’t ripping his throat out or turning him into
a werewolf, was actually a turn on. Stiles tilted his head back, exposing more
of his throat to Derek, letting the werewolf scrape the sharp points of his
teeth across the tender skin of his neck. Stiles wasn’t worried. He trusted
Derek.
Afterwards, they lay tangled in the sheets together, Derek snoring softly,
Stiles trying not to drool on Derek’s shoulder.
A phone buzzed nearby. Stiles’ first thought was that it was Derek’s and he
felt his heartbeat spike – Lucy! But Derek had already grabbed his phone and
was shaking his head. Apparently it was Stiles’ phone that was ringing.
Stiles scrambled over the edge of the mattress and reached for the discarded
pile of clothes that were his. He found his cell phone in his jeans’ pocket and
quickly answered.
“The Campbells just called,” his dad said from the other end. “Lucy’s run
away.”
Stiles took a deep breath. Okay. No need to panic. “How long?” he asked. Derek
was hovering tensely behind him. “How long has she been gone?”
“A couple of hours,” his dad said. “Long enough to go some distance even on
little feet.” His dad paused as if considering his next words. “She hasn’t
shown up at Derek’s apartment, has she?”
“No,” Stiles answered, pushing aside the awkward fact that his dad obviously
knew he was with Derek right now.
“Okay,” his dad said then switched to sheriff mode. “We’ll be organizing a
search, starting within a ten-block radius. I’ve got three deputies out looking
already.”
Stiles’ mind raced. If Lucy hadn’t come here, where would she go?
The woods.
Near the Hale house.
Home.
“I think I know where she may have gone,” he told his dad.
Stiles ended the call with his dad and quickly pulled on his clothes. Derek was
already dressed and looking worried.
“It’s the night of the full-moon, Stiles,” he said. “There are hunters crawling
all over those woods. And she’s all alone. I need to get to her before they
do.”
“We need to get to her,” Stiles corrected him. There was no way Derek was going
to go searching for Lucy on his own. Stiles felt just as responsible for the
little were-girl as Derek did.
“It’s too dangerous,” Derek argued.
“Yeah,” Stiles agreed. “That’s why you need me doing my sidekick thing. Batman
doesn’t make Robin stay home.”
Stiles pulled on his hoodie to expressly avoid seeing Derek’s eyes rolling.
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It took Derek less than ten minutes to find Lucy by scent-tracking her. She was
huddled on the edge of a clearing, not far from the Hale house, half-wolfed out
and scared.
Stiles scooped her up and pressed a comforting kiss to Lucy’s temple, watching
in amazement as the little girl’s wolf features seemed to melt away almost
immediately.
Shouts came from beyond the clearing – the hunters, no doubt – and Derek
quickly shifted. He turned to Stiles and said, “I’ll lead them away. Get Lucy
out of here.” He plunged back into the depths of the woods before Stiles even
had a chance to reply.
Stiles ran towards the Jeep, carrying Lucy the best he could on one hip. He
wondered how many hunters there were, worrying a little about Derek. He knew
the alpha could take care of himself, but still.
They had almost made it to the Jeep when he heard a zing and Stiles felt a stab
of pain in his side. He looked down to see an arrow had pierced through his
ribcage.
“Stiles!” Lucy screamed, as he stumbled forward and hit the ground with his
knees.
Two hunters burst through the woods, one bow and one rifle aimed at Stiles and
Lucy.
“What have we got here,” one of the hunters drawled, cautiously making his way
toward them, bow drawn. It seemed like a cowardly move, considering they had
trapped a seven-year-old werewolf girl and human teenage boy.
Stiles was now on his back in the dirt, Lucy curled up against his arrow-free
side, her face full of worry and fear. He was down and hurting but that didn’t
stop Stiles from being a sarcastic shit and muttering, “Asshole,” and not at
all under his breath.
The other hunter laughed.
The laugh was short-lived, however, when a roar sounded from behind him and
Derek came crashing through the woods. He went straight for the hunters, taking
them out, but not killing them. Then he rushed over to where Stiles was laying
pitifully.
“Let’s go,” he said, already hoisting Stiles to his feet, slinging one of
Stiles’ arms around his shoulders for support. “The others aren’t too far off.”
Stiles could hear them and knew they were close, most likely drawn in their
direction by Derek’s roar. “Just--” he said, wincing through the pain as his
body was jostled from the movement. “Just leave me here and go. Get Lucy away
before they--”
Derek did an epic eye roll. “Don’t be an idiot, Stiles,” he said. “I’m not
going to leave you here to bleed to death.”
Stiles was sure he could hear the ‘duh’ in Derek’s tone. “Okay,” he replied
shakily. “Um, thanks.”
He waited until he saw they had reached the Jeep before promptly passing out.
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When Stiles woke, it was to find his dad looking down at him with a worried
frown.
“Do I really want to know how an arrow came to be stuck in your side?” the
sheriff asked.
“Probably not,” Stiles replied.
“Okay then,” his dad said. “Well, kid, now that you’re awake, there’s someone
in the hall just bursting to see you, so can I let her in?”
Stiles nodded.
His dad had barely pulled the door open when Lucy came rushing in, skipping
across the floor and launching herself at Stiles, who had the wherewithal to
protect his tender arrow-pierced side as she latched onto him and squeezed
tight.
“Stiles!”
“I see you got yourself a fan,” his dad remarked with a grin and all Stiles
could do was shrug, patting Lucy on the head like a little pup.
Derek, he noticed, was leaning against the wall near the door, watching them.
The sheriff jerked his head in Derek’s direction. “She’s not your only fan.”
His dad gave Derek a nod as he slipped past him out the door.
Derek pushed off the wall and came to stand next to Stiles’ bed, his eyebrows
drawn together, his mouth pulled down in a frown. Stiles decoded the look as
Derek expressing concern.
“You okay?” Derek asked.
Stiles reached out and took Derek’s hand. “I’m okay,” he said.
Derek smiled. “Good.”
Stiles felt Lucy wiggling against his side. “Stiles, are you gonna kiss Derek
now for saving you?”
Derek laughed and Stiles grinned. “Yeah, Lucy-girl,” he said. “I’m definitely
gonna do that. But I think I need help.” He puckered his lips and gave Derek a
mischievous wink.
Derek leaned in so Stiles didn’t have to strain himself by stretching up to
kiss him. Then he kissed Stiles’ mouth, keeping it light and sweet.
Lucy squealed happily as she burrowed herself further into Stiles’ uninjured
side. He saw Derek’s mouth spread into a smile.
So yeah, Stiles been hit with an arrow in his side, which was pretty
inconvenient, but in truth it hardly bothered Stiles because when Derek smiled,
there was really nothing else in the world.
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In the end, Stiles told his dad everything - about Lucy, about Derek, about
Scott. To Stiles’ surprise, his dad seemed to take it all in stride. It made
Stiles respect and love the man even more. His dad was awesome.
His dad not only used his position as sheriff but also vouched for Derek so
that Lucy could be returned to her alpha, her pack. When the people at Child
Services put up a bit of a stink (apparently Ben’s mother Felicia was part of
the agency’s community board), the sheriff calmly reminded them that Derek had
saved the lives of both Lucy and his son who had been caught in the cross-hairs
of some reckless hunters and that made him more than competent to care for his
seven-year-old orphaned cousin.
They were lying on Derek’s bed, Lucy and Stiles both snuggled up against
Derek’s sides. Derek was reading a story to Lucy while Stiles provided
encouragement and both he and Lucy were tickled pink when Derek actually
changed his voice for the different characters and added a few sound effects.
When he was done reading, Derek closed the book and looked down at both Lucy
and Stiles, his expression soft. Stiles didn’t have to wonder what it meant, he
could read it plainly in the alpha’s eyes.
Pack.
Family.
Lucy snuggled in closer to both of them and Stiles tightened his arms around
the werewolves. Stiles was content. He knew there was no place he would rather
be at this moment.
It was right where he belonged.

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ared!” he mewled, rocking his hips mindlessly into Jared. For his part, the
alpha in him was immensely enjoying the friction and the sense of
possessiveness, but even as he felt starved for the taste and feel of Jensen,
he knew that they needed to talk first. He couldn’t let Jensen think that this
thing between them as anything short of real, of fate, of destiny.
Nothing short of love.
Because yes, Jared may not have known much about the writhing, green-eyed
beauty in his lip. He may only have known that Jensen was his mate, was the
best damn pool player he’d ever met and that he liked Chemistry, but that
didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that Jared loved him. Against all
odds and defying all logical reason, Jared was in love with him.
“Jen, stop,” he breathed. “We need…we need to talk.” When he tensed, Jared felt
an icy cold seep into him at the thought of losing Jensen now. Gripping him
firmly, one hand on his hip and the other wrapped around his waist, Jared
nuzzled lightly just under Jensen’s jaw. The boy relaxed, and effectually,
Jared did too, sighing happily when Jensen leaned his head and placed the
softest of kisses on Jared’s mop of brown hair, so soft that Jared would have
thought he’d imagined it if not for the sound.
“Okay,” the soft mumble came. Jared leaned back to look at the boy on his lap.
Jensen looked steadily back at him. “What do you wanna talk about?”
Jared ordered his thoughts quickly. “What were you talking about earlier?” he
asked curiously. “About our Chem grade?”
“I was telling you that you didn’t need to do this,” Jensen gestured between
them, “you didn’t need to pretend to want this, just so that you’ll get a good
Chemistry grade. I can help you get a good grade, you don’t have to…”
“Jensen,” Jared interrupted incredulously, “do you honestly believe that…that
I…” Jared could scarcely get the words out. Determinedly, he rolled his hips,
pressing his still hard erection over Jensen’s thigh, eliciting a moan of
pleasure from the other boy. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?” he asked in
a low growl. “Would I be this painfully hard for you if I only wanted you to
get my grade up?”
“W-why…” Jensen hitched in a quick breath. “Why do I feel like…like the answer
to that is…is a n-no?”
Jared laughed lowly. “Because you’re a fucking smart guy.” He bucked his hips
upwards again, several times in quick succession, reveling in the keening
sounds it pulled from Jensen’s throat. “Because you’re my fucking smart guy,”
he added, voice deepening as he acknowledged his possessiveness.
“Jared,” Jensen gasped tightly, “you gotta stop moving if you want us to talk,
man.”
“Right,” Jared chuckled breathlessly again. He tried hard to regain his train
of thought, and when he did, he couldn’t help his eyes narrowing. “Jen, what
did you mean when you said yesterday that you tend to bring out the worst in
people? When I was apologizing for scaring off your trench coat friend?”
“Because I do,” Jensen shrugged. “It was my fault you got mad and we fought,
and I was rude to you, even though I was the one at fault.”
Jared felt his heart hurt in his chest as his mate spoke so calmly and frankly.
Tightening his wrap around Jensen’s waist, Jared peppered gentle kisses over
his face until the melodious, heavenly sound of the boy’s light, but genuine
laughter filled the car.
“Jen,” he breathed, locking eyes with Jensen, “that was not your fault. It was
all on me. I was acting like a complete jackass. That had nothing to do with
you, and you were right to be rude to me, on account of the previous jackass-
ery we just spoke of.” Jensen huffed another small laugh, and it felt more like
a victory than any of Jared’s football games. “Jen,” he continued, serious now,
“you make me want to be a better person. I don’t know why,” he lied, “but even
though we just met a week ago, when I’m around you, I want to be as good as I
can be. You do nothing but bring out the absolute best in me. It’s only been a
week and I can say that with 100 percent certainty.”
Soft green eyes peered at him from under ridiculously long lashes, and when
Jensen nodded tentatively, not looking convinced at all, Jared made it his
mission right then to make Jensen believe every word he was saying.
“Anything else you want to talk about?” Jensen asked, cocking his head to the
side in a gesture that was too fucking adorable for words. Jared forced himself
to think rationally.
“Just one,” he said seriously, and Jensen bit his bottom lip, ripping a shudder
of desire from Jared at the absolutely sexy sight it provided.
“What?”
“Jen?” Jared cleared his throat, nervousness bubbling up in him, despite their
position and their obvious chemistry. “Will you go out on a date with me?”
The blinding smile Jared received was worth all the apprehension and the week
agonizing over it.
“I would really like that, Jared,” Jensen accepted shyly.
“Yeah?” Jared couldn’t stop himself as he grinned widely.
“Yeah,” Jensen laughed. “But I think I should maybe get off your lap for now,”
he grinned mischievously.
“I don’t know,” Jared leered playfully at the gorgeous boy. “I really like this
position.” He let his hand dip a moment from Jensen’s hip, to brush over the
top of his ass. Their deep, needy moans amalgamated into a carnal sound of
pleasure that did nothing for either of their raging hard-ons.
“Fucking tease,” Jensen blurted breathily, and Jared nipped at his throat,
licking over the mark he’d sucked into the skin earlier.
“Oh, I’ll deliver soon enough,” Jared promised darkly, in a low rumble. Jensen
laughed, flopping back into his seat. Jared instantly missed the soft heat of
the other boy’s body.
“I have no doubt.”
Jared flashed him a wolfish grin and started the truck again, pulling on to the
road before reaching over and taking Jensen’s hand in his own. Every few
minutes, he picked up the hand in his to press a light kiss to different
knuckles, the inside of his wrist, his palm…the relaxed smile lighting up
Jensen’s eyes and face was almost addictive. So caught up was he in his love-
struck happiness, he didn’t even think to wonder why Jensen asked to be dropped
off at school instead of giving him his home address.
When they pulled up in front of the school, Jared dragged him in for another
toe-curling kiss, licking deep and sucking hard; Jared honestly thought that if
anyone could make Taste Of Jensen into an ice-cream, they’d be into a multi-
million dollar goldmine right there. When they finally broke apart, Jensen
grinned, bit his lip again, unconsciously, and started out of the door.
Suddenly, something tugged at his mind and Jared flashed back to the start of
the conversation, where he’d thought he’d monumentally screwed up. “Oh, and
Jen?” Jared smiled as Jensen turned to face him, the barest hint of a smile
playing on his beautiful features. “Just for the record? I kissed you because I
fucking wanted you, and when I said that nobody else should, for any reason, I
meant that I’d have to kill anyone who kissed you, on the principals of a
terribly possessive and jealous boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Jensen asked, an adorable blush coloring his cherubic cheeks.
“Yeah.” Jared bit his lip suddenly, unsure of whether Jensen was fine with
that. “Are you…”
“I like it,” Jensen reassured him quickly, grinning shyly. “I can get on board
with that.”
Jared laughed exuberantly, feeling lighter and happier than he could ever
remember feeling. “Me too, Jen. Me too.”
 
~*Jensen*~
For all his bitching and moaning about couples and their over exaggerated
happiness, Jensen now had to consider that maybe it wasn’t all over
exaggerated, because he was still seriously wondering whether he’d been
roofied, with the way he felt like he was on cloud 9.
The weekend could safely be considered perfect. Eric came home late Sunday
night, too tired for much except a half-hearted slap to the back of his head
and a few barbed comments that, although cruel, couldn’t dampen his mood. His
best friend had come to visit, and for all his concern, it was as if nothing
had changed between them. He had his first kiss which, on the hotness scale of
1 to 10, registered a whopping and well-deserved 14, and several subsequent,
equally hot kisses thereafter. He had almost- almost- fit in with everyone,
especially after displaying his pool skills.
Most of all, for whatever odd reason, the hottest and most awesome guy in the
whole school (possibly in the whole world, but Jensen still needed a little
more data to conclusively prove that one) asked him out. Wanted to go on a date
with him. With him. It was a dream come true, and even as Jensen forced himself
to be ready for the other shoe to drop, he made himself also enjoy it while it
lasted, before Jared found out how damaged and not worth it he was and left.
Because the memories? Jensen knew without question that it would get him
through years of sorrow; when his life turned dark and cold, as he knew it
would, he could pull forth the memories of the most amazing, most beautiful
hazel-eyed, floppy-haired boy who could turn his veins to liquid fire with a
look, a touch, a caress of their lips. He could wrap the memories of
Jared&Jensen around him, like a trusty warm quilt in the storm of his life, a
shelter, a haven to get him through the torrid weather. He would always know
that this perfect slice of heaven had been his once upon a lifetime ago, and
that would get him through anything.
###
Walking into school the next morning, Jensen was surprised when he heard
several voices shouting across the grounds to him. He lifted his head to be
greeted by the smiling faces of Misha, Genevieve, Chad and Jared. Jensen
grinned and before he could think on how out-of-character he was being, he
waved at them.
“Come and chill with us, Jense,” Genevieve beckoned him, smiling broadly.
Jensen hesitated; he had met Chris at their lockers every morning last week,
and although it was the furthest from a thing of theirs, even though it was
likely just coincidence, Jensen felt oddly like he would be letting the other
boy down or hurting him if he didn’t.
“Later,” Jensen called back, laughing at Misha’s dramatic groan. “I’m gonna go
meet Chris at our lockers first.”
Not wanting to wait for an answer, Jensen waved at them one more time and
jogged toward the doors. He wasn’t surprised to see that Chris was already
there, leaning against the lockers and waiting for him, presumably.
“Yo Freckles,” he called out warmly when he caught sight of Jensen. Shaking his
head with a sigh, he resigned himself to the nickname and smiled back. “You’re
late!”
“Jared and Friends wants to hang out,” Jensen explained. “You game, or do you
wanna moon after Sofia, or something else completely?”
“Shut up, I do not moon,” Chris shot back, his hand shooting out and catching
Jensen lightly across the chest.
“Sure,” Jensen rolled his eyes with a teasing grin as he twisted out his locker
combination. As he hoisted his backpack up, Chris’ fist shot out absently to
crash into that spot on his locker that Jensen could never seem to pinpoint.
“Thanks,” he muttered as he packed in his books for the first period.
“Yeah,” Chris waved his hand dismissively. “How do you know they want to hang
out?”
“They asked me when I came into school,” Jensen explained distractedly.
“You didn’t go to them straight?” Chris asked quietly. Had he not been busy
sorting his books out, Jensen may have noticed the intense look on his best
friend’s face.
“I went to them, told them we’d come later.” He shrugged.
“Why later?” Chris pushed.
“Because I was coming to meet you here,” Jensen answered patiently, closing his
locker. “And I didn’t know if you’d be game for it.”
Chris fixed Jensen with a look he didn’t quite understand before throwing a
casual arm around him and steering him to the doors. “Let’s hang with your
boyfriend and co. I can shoot seductive winks and masculine poses at Sofia
tomorrow.” Jensen grinned.
“You Stud, you.”
 
~*Jared*~
Why?
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why???
Why were Chris and Jensen so God damned close? How had Chris managed it? Did he
have competition? Was Jensen interested in Chris?
The thoughts were driving him crazy, and he didn’t even notice it when Tom,
Sandy and Danneel joined their group. He did, however, notice it when Jensen
and fucking Chris joined them.
Damn it, what was wrong with him? He liked Chris this time last week.
As soon as the question entered his mind, he knew the answer, bringing to mind
the words stored deep in his memory bank.
Beware, my Lord, of jealousy. ‘Tis the green-eyed monster that doth mock the
meat it feeds on.
Ok, so maybe it was weird to be quoting Shakespeare, but then, Jared was an
alpha werewolf, in love with a human boy he’d known for a week (an awesome
week, Jared thought that was worth noting), juggling pack problems with
football games, Calculus and now, jealously and the start of a new
relationship. Fuck if he wasn’t entitled to a little weird.
Finishing his little internal monologue with a satisfied nod, Jared determined
that the only possible port of call would be to talk to Chris. Then Jensen.
Maybe Genevieve. Not Chad. Never Chad.
As Misha threw an arm around Jensen, Jared made a mental note to talk to him
too. Maybe establish a strictly-no-touching rule.
But he had an order to follow now. “Yo Chris,” he called out. “Come to the
truck with me, I need to return your CD.”
The bastard smirked knowingly at him. “Sure thing, Jay-Man,” he nodded,
shooting Jensen a reassuring smile before resuming his cocky smirk. As soon as
they were a few steps away, he grinned. “So, you wanna talk about Jensen?
Better get started, Lover Boy.”
“Are you interested in him?” Jared asked, cutting to the chase.
“No,” he answered steadily, and Jared breathed a sigh of relief when he
detected no deception. “I’m straight, man. Jensen’s a fine-ass man, but I don’t
think of him like that.”
“Does he think of you like that?” Jared frowned at the thought.
“He’s crazy about you, man,” Chris rolled his eyes.
“Then why are you two so close?” he asked in frustration. “How did you do what
I’ve been trying to do for a week, in the space of an hour?”
“Trusting and being close to your best friend is different than trusting and
being close to your boyfriend,” Chris said easily. “I get the feeling he’s been
hurt before, and if he’s going to trust you even more than he trusts me, he’s
gonna need time to get to that point.”
“Fair enough,” Jared allowed with a pout. He hesitated before ploughing forward
with the question that had been on his mind since that first Chemistry lesson.
“Chris? How did you become his friend so easily? Let him in so easily?”
“He called me on my crap,” Chris laughed affectionately. “I mean, everyone
meets me and is automatically scared of me, and then this guy comes out of
nowhere and calls me on staring at him. It was fucking hilarious man,” he
chuckled. “Jensen has guts, and backbone. Then after that, he kind of became
the little brother I never had. I’d always wondered when I was younger what it
would have been like if…” Chris swallowed convulsively, and Jared nodded in
sympathy; everyone in the pack knew Chris’ story. “In any case,” he cleared his
throat and continued, “Jensen is like that to me. He’s my little brother. I
don’t need to know much to know that. I mean, look at what happened this
morning! We never planned to meet anywhere, ever, he could easily have hung out
with you guys, but he came to the lockers, to meet me first and include me in
his plans. Jensen is one of the most steadfastly loyal guys I’ve ever met, and
to have that loyalty shown to me without any hesitation…” Chris fixed piercing
blue eyes on Jared. “I’m never going to take that trust and respect and
allegiance lightly. I’m going to prove to him I deserve it.”
Jared nodded in understading, feeling like an ass for doubting Chris and his
intentions. But at least now, he had a different idea…
“One more question Kane,” he grinned. “Will you please help me find ways to woo
Jensen?”
It took several bribes and more pleading than an alpha of his stature would
care to admit, but he had Chris on board. And they had a kickass plan.
The J.A.W (Jensen Ackles Wooing) Initiative would commence shortly.
Jen wasn’t going to know what hit him.
###
Chapter End Notes
     Anyone else curious about Chris' backstory? His little secret will
     soon come to light...I hope this chapter wrapped up all the niggly
     details I've been skipping out on! Any suggestions on what y'all want
     to see with the J.A.W Initiative?! JayGirl
***** The J.A.W. Initiative *****
Chapter Notes
     First of all, I'm so sorry for the lack of updates! I had a small
     accident involving a fire and some second degree burns, but I'm back
     to firing on all cylinders now!
     Secondly, thank you SO MUCH to all my loyal readers who have been
     checking in on me and pushing me to update! I appreciate all the
     concern so much! Special thanks to j_2_is_life and cherry pie! This
     is my New Year's present to y'all!
     To all my readers, a very happy new year! May the year ahead be as
     epic as our favorite couple! ;-)
~*Jensen*~
“I need your help, oh wise and great one.”
Chris flopped dramatically into his seat and Jensen grinned in amusement. They
still had five minutes before English started so Jensen turned his attention to
his theatrically slumped over best friend.
“Yeesh, must be pretty important for you to be complimenting me,” Jensen
teased.
“Shut up, jerk,” Chris grumbled, peeking out from underneath folded arms, and
his pouting was so uncharacteristic, Jensen had to smother a laugh.
“Shutting up. What’s the epic dilemma?”
Jensen didn’t do a very good job of smothering his amusement, evidently, since
Chris’ pout only deepened, and he huffed, crossing his arms and staring moodily
out of the window. Laughing, Jensen reached out to cuff his friend on the side
of the head.
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” he apologized with a grin. “Stop pouting, Chris,
it doesn’t do much for your reputation as the Sexy Brooder.” Truthfully, as
much as the pout was cute, Jensen didn’t much like it on Chris. He hated seeing
his friend upset; Cas had always teased that he had a marshmallow centre, so he
figured he was better off keeping that part under strict lockdown.
Chris snorted, forgetting his sulkiness in favor of his amusement. “I do not
brood,” he scoffed.
“Tell that to the girls,” Jensen pointed out. “But hey; at least they think its
sexy, so I guess its not the worst title to hold.”
Chris considered this, furrowing his brow. “That’s a good point. I am sexy.” He
shrugged, as if allowing the statement.
“You needed my help, Dr. Sexy?” Jensen reminded him, rolling his eyes.
“Right!” Chris snapped back to reality, grinning brightly at Jensen, making him
smile softly. “I need you to tell me ways to woo Sofia.”
Jensen snorted. “Do I look like someone who’s an expert on wooing girls?”
“Better you than Chad,” Chris shrugged, and Jensen sobered at the thought.
“When you put it that way…” Jensen bit his lip in thought. “Seriously, though,
man, I know nothing about Sofia.”
“You don’t need to know,” Chris urged. “Give me some standard tried and tested
stuff. What would woo you?”
“That would be your first mistake, dude,” Jensen shrugged. “Wooing someone,
although I’m no expert, should be personal, not some random tried and tested,
predictable cliché.”
“So you would be wooed by personal gestures?” Chris asked doubtfully.
“Yeah, I guess,” Jensen nodded. “Find personal and unique ways to do normal
things.”
“Normal things being?”
“Yeesh, Chris,” he grumbled, “you’d think that you’ve never had to woo a girl
before.”
“I never did,” he frowned. “They usually come to me.”
A surprised huff of laughter bubbled through Jensen. “This is going to be fun,”
he chuckled. “Okay, first step is public acknowledgment. Everyone, guy or girl,
likes to be acknowledged in public as someone that you’re interested in. It’ll
help the jealousy factor and it’d go a long way towards convincing them that
you’re serious.”
“Public acknowledgement, gotcha,” Chris nodded gamely. “What’s next, Mr
Miyagi?”
Jensen snorted. “Well, Christian-San, I guess you gotta think of cute, personal
ways to make her feel special,” he shrugged, thinking about what would make a
person feel swept off their feet. “Little, cute gestures that show her you’re
thinking of her and that you know the little stuff about her. Sometimes, it’s
knowing the little things that make the biggest difference.”
“Cute and personal gestures, I hear you.” Nodding and making a large tick in
the air with his index finger, Chris indicated that Jensen should continue.
“I think knowing her friends would be important,” he offered. “Don’t only
interact with her, she’ll appreciate it if you bother to be friends with her
friends too.”
“Play nice with her friends.” Chris looked a little disgruntled at that, and
Jensen didn’t bother hiding his grin, while wondering idly whether Chris was
really making an internal list.
“And I guess an epic first date would be the clincher,” he concluded
decisively, far more invested into this plan that he thought he would be. “You
gotta think of something super special and personal, something that you think
will take her breath away. Semi-private, because you don’t want her to freak
out, but you want to show her you don’t want to share her either. You’ll want
to show her a more personal side to you, too, because she’ll want to see that
you feel comfortable enough around her to be the person you hide from everyone
else, and that way, she’ll feel comfortable enough to reciprocate. And more
than anything, you have to do something that shows her that you were paying
attention all those times you’ve spoken to her, stored each detail to memory,
because it was her. Because you’ve always listened to her, because you felt
what she said was important, even if it might seem small and insignificant to
anyone else.”
Chris was silent for a moment after Jensen stopped speaking, and Jensen worried
he’d said something wrong when his friend simply looked at him for a solid,
quiet minute. Before he could say anything, Chris finally spoke.
“Fuck, Jen, I think I just fell in love with you,” he said, laying his hand
over his heart, only the mirth dancing in his eyes indicating his teasing.
Jensen burst out laughing. “Fuck you, man,” he shook his head, running a hand
through his hair.
“No, man, that was fucking beautiful,” he protested around a smothered chuckle,
mimicking Jensen as he took out his books. “Jesus, I’m glad you’re gay, dude.”
###
I saw a bird’s nest today, on my way home, and I thought of you.
Jensen stared at the text on his ancient phone, biting his lip. He had bought
the phone for himself, so he was proud of it despite it being out-of-date, and
he and Jared had exchanged numbers after school. It had been, by far, the best
Monday in the history of Mondays, but now, Jensen was slumped in confusion.
It didn’t sound like a pick-up line. But then again, what did Jensen know about
flirting? Adam had basically laid his claim, and Jensen had happily gone along,
there hadn’t been much in the way of building up to a relationship. Which was a
large part of the fact that Jensen’s heart was valiantly trying to jump out of
his chest at the message Jared had sent him. How did you reply to something
that obscure? And was it a good or bad thing that he thought of him when he saw
a bird’s nest? Did it mean Jared thought he was a safe choice or something? And
was it a good or bad thing if he was a safe choice? Or did it mean that he
thought Jensen had to leave the nest and stop being such a baby?
Jensen briefly entertained the thought of smashing his phone in a frenzied
panic, but he figured that idea might have some psychotic tendencies submerged
in it.
Sighing, he eventually steeled his nerves and replied:
How did a bird’s nest make you think of me?
Almost immediately, Jensen wanted to take it back.
What if it was something he was supposed to understand right away? What if it
was a joke that Jensen didn’t get, and now Jared would think he was a total
idiot?
So caught up in his new strain of stressing, Jensen nearly missed it when his
phone beeped with another text.
It didn’t. I saw it, and then I thought of you, because I think of you all of
the time :-)
Jensen giggled- fucking giggled!- becoming giddy with relief that he hadn’t
already messed up his sliver of a chance with Jared. Before he knew what was
happening, his fingers were flying across the keyboard of their own accord.
How long did it take you to think of that one? ;-)
He didn’t even have time to be horrified at how nasty it could have sounded
without the teasing inflection of his voice as a buffer, before Jared replied.
Some of Math, most of English, a little bit of Geography…ok, fine, the entire
day! :-) But you have to admit, it’s better than a pick-up line.
Jensen laughed again, feeling light and happy for the first time in forever as
he started dinner. Putting the roast in the oven and setting the sauce to a low
boil, he leaned against the counter to reply, not wanting to leave the food
unattended lest he burn the house down.
I don’t know. Pick-up lines are all about the delivery.
Setting his phone on the counter, Jensen stirred the pot of sauce and put the
roasted veggies in the microwave. Eric would be home in about an hour and if
Jensen wanted to avoid a bad beating that Jared and Chris would most certainly
catch on to, he had to have dinner ready. The house was already clean, and all
his work, complete, and Jensen hoped to hell that would suffice tonight.
Maybe you’ve gotta demonstrate this delivery you think allows pick-up lines to
work?
Jensen flushed as he read Jared’s reply. With a smile playing on his lips, he
decided not to think too hard on his replies, because really, how many times
can you freak yourself out before giving yourself an aneurism? Jensen
definitely didn’t want to be the one to find out.
Maybe sometime ;-)
Taking the roast out of the oven and pouring the sauce into a bowl, Jensen was
surprised when his phone chirped again. Pleasure bubbled inside him; did Jared
really want to talk to him?
Did you know that adding nitric acid to a potassium hydroxide solution would
have no reaction? …Also, what’s your favorite color?
Jensen snorted. Jared was either as bad at Chemistry as he claimed to be, or he
was as smooth an operator as everyone else claimed him to be.
That’s a lie. The acid will react to the base in a neutralization reaction to
produce a salt and water. And my favorite color is silver. What’s yours?
Jared’s reply came almost immediately, and setting the food in the warming
oven, Jensen barricaded himself in his room and settled down in preparation of
maybe actually having a conversation with the single most awesome guy in the
world.
I know! But I figured you would have to correct me, and then in turn, you would
have to tell me your favorite color, and social obligation calls for you to ask
me mine, and hey presto! We’re in a conversation that you’re obligated to see
through till the early hours of the morning :-)
A laugh bubbled up in Jensen. So... definitely smooth then.
###
Something was up.
Jensen didn’t know what, he didn’t know when it would happen, hell, he didn’t
even know who was involved, but something was up.
Walking into school Thursday morning, it felt as though there was a light buzz
in the air, one that he was reacting to in kind. The corner of his lips tugged
upwards in a half smile as he saw Chris with Jared and the gang; it would seem
that his friend was learning to be sociable after all. As he walked towards
them, Jared was the first to look up. Jensen was hopelessly far away from them,
but he liked to think that Jared sensed him coming, that Jared just knew the
moment he was in the same vicinity, rather than to face the reality that Jared
had probably just turned around by fluke. Whatever reasons were in Jensen’s
mind soon fled as Jared aimed that broad grin at him, and Jensen could see
those dimples flashing even from a distance. When he had closed the distance
between them, Jared called out, not overly loud, just loud enough for his voice
to carry the short distance.
“Hey Jen.” Coming forward a few steps to meet him halfway, Jared surprised
Jensen by snagging him around the waist and pulling him into a quick hug,
landing a firm kiss to his temple. Jensen flushed a most spectacular shade of
red as the girls squealed in excitement.
“Finally!” Genevieve squealed, clapping her hands together in childish
excitement. “It took Jared long enough!”
“It took me all of one week!” Jared protested, pulling an immobile Jensen
firmly into his side, arm looping around his waist and his thumb curling into
Jensen’s belt loop.
“Exactly,” Danneel rolled her eyes. “That’s 6 days too long.”
“I disagree,” Misha called out, pouting playfully. “Jared worked too fast. Hey
Jense, if you ever get tired of the giant, I’m very available to be a far more
pleasing substitute.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, stunning a laugh
out of Jensen and a growl out of Jared.
“Sorry, Meesh,” Jensen grinned, quick to stop a retort from Jared. “I’m neither
mentally unstable, nor am I straight, and I would have to be either to ever
tire of Jared.” Aiming a shy smile at him, Jensen was pleased to see Jared’s
broad grin. Jared leaned down to press a swift kiss to the soft spot just under
Jensen’s ear, chuckling against his skin when Jensen flushed again.
“Gah!” Chad brought his hands up to fist at his face. “My eyes! They burn!!”
Jensen thought he was entitled to laugh as Jared tackled Chad, putting him
quickly in a headlock.
He tried to ignore the daggers Sandy was sending his way, but it was difficult
to do when she wasn’t even bothering to hide it. Likely seeing the same thing,
Chris positioned himself next to Jensen, leaning casually against his shoulder.
Shooting him a grateful look, Jensen relaxed, oddly at ease thanks to Chris and
his protectiveness.
Maybe they weren’t the only ones who sensed the tension in the air, because Tom
suddenly piped up.
“As much as I love seeing Chad getting his ass handed to him, maybe we should
leave this for when we’re shif-…” he broke off abruptly, eyes widening as he
clamped his mouth shut with an audible clack of his teeth, looking like a kid
caught in a lie by his mom. Everyone around him tensed almost imperceptibly,
even Chris, and Jensen was awash with the feeling that he was the only one on
the outside of a very important circle.
“If we’re shitfaced when it happens, how will Jen remember it?” Jared blurted,
breaking the silence that seemed to last a lifetime, but probably only lasted a
few seconds. Half-hearted laughs arose and an undignified noise from Tom that
seemed to count as agreement, but it was Jared’s eyes that told Jensen a truth.
They were still bright with fresh panic and the way they stayed on him made him
believe that his reaction to their little cover-up was important to Jared.
And suddenly, Jensen felt like the punchline to a bad joke.
Panic began to build in his chest, and a bitter taste hit the back of his
throat. Silence reigned over them and Chris and Jared, the only two people
Jensen wanted to turn to for comfort, were somehow in on the joke. Before it
could escalate, Jensen felt a familiar weight press into the space between his
shoulder blades, and he turned his head to meet the clear, steady, blue-eyed
gaze of his best friend.
Jensen knew without a doubt that he trusted Chris. Unbidden, flashes of the boy
protecting him and having his back without asking anything in return came to
mind.
Jensen tore his gaze away from Chris and landed on the wide eyes of his maybe-
kinda-sorta boyfriend. In those deep hazel depths, he saw a blaze of hope, and
an intense something that Jensen couldn’t put a name to, having never seen it
before. In the instant that their eyes connected, a strange, almost out-of-body
peace came over Jensen. The fear squeezing his heart in a vice grip vanished,
replaced instead by the memory of Jared’s concern, his smile, his warmth, his
affection. The phantom touch of his lips against Jensen’s skin burned, an
ethereal reminder of the fact that Jensen trusted Jared, felt something for him
stronger than was healthy, stronger than he ever thought he could have felt in
such a short space of time. What they had between them was something that
defied all of Jensen’s logic and broke every wall and barrier he ever set up to
protect himself. He could hardly remember his life without Jared, now, and if
he could trust in them enough to push away all of his doubts and fears and give
them a try, couldn’t he trust in Jared enough to know that he was probably
overthinking this? That there probably wasn’t a secret, that Jensen was just
paranoid?
The tension melted from his body. Jared was different. Jared wasn’t like all
the others. He would never keep a secret and hurt him like that.
Right?
 
~*Jared*~
Jared watched as Jensen’s shoulders released their tense set, and on cue,
everyone else relaxed too. The relief was like a ton of iced water in the
middle of the Sahara, and needing the solid and reassuring presence of his mate
next to him, Jared moved to take Jensen into his arms. He could feel the amount
of trust in Jensen’s response weighing on him like an anvil; Jared just hoped
that he was protecting Jensen as much as he thought he was, and not just
digging a deeper hole.
Now, though, he had to focus on the J.A.W. Initiative. Speaking to Jen the past
few days were nothing short of amazing and not for the first time, Jared wished
there were more hours in the day so that he could spend it with Jensen.
###
“I’ll get you a car, a house in the Hamptons, a lifetime supply of MNMs, and
I’ll give you my kidney if you ever need it.”
Jensen’s laughter lit up Jared’s soul; he was shaking so hard from it that he
was doubled over, tears of laughter streaming from his eyes as he fought for
breath. Jared grinned, his face heating up a little when Beaver rolled his eyes
at them. Chemistry was the only period they sat together, aside from homeroom,
because Jen was intent on passing his classes (much to Jared’s hormone’s
dismay), and because Jen insisted that they could spend time together out of
class because he wouldn’t compromise the time he spent with Chris. Not for the
first time, Jared was jealous of the blue-eyed alpha, but at least now he knew
he had nothing romantic to worry about.
They had been compromising back and forth for the last hour, Jared’s offers
getting steadily more ridiculous, resulting in Jensen’s sweet, yet
uncontrollable laughter.
“You’re gonna buy me a car, a house in the Hamptons, and a lifetime supply of
MNMs, and give me your kidney if I agree to hang out with you after football
today?” Jensen repeated, managing to get the words out through stints of
laughter.
“That sounds about right,” Jared nodded, grinning at the stunning boy in front
of him. Jensen didn’t seem to know it, but he positively glowed when he just
let himself go. His laugh was already Jared’s favorite sound in the whole
world; Jen threw his whole body into his laugh, and the sound was something
Jared already had committed to memory.
“If you throw in a blue balloon, I’m in,” Jensen said mock seriously, barely
hiding his broad smile.
“You got yourself a deal!” Jared grabbed his hand and shook it, pumping hard
and smiling his widest, most charming smile.
“You’re insane,” Jen laughed fondly, turning his attention back to their work.
“Insane is such a harsh term for it,” he smiled serenely. Gently plucking the
vial with purple liquid from Jensen’s hand, he set it down and turned to him
with a straight face. “Back to important matters now…” Jared laughed when
Jensen punched him lightly in the arm, shaking his head in exasperation and
reaching for the vial. “Our date!” Jared announced brightly, as loudly as he
could without getting heard by Beaver and his super hearing. “Saturday, I’ll
pick you up at 5?”
Blushing, Jen ducked his head and nodded, smiling at the smoking concoction on
their desk. “Sounds great, I’m looking forward to it.”
“But we have to get through the whole of tonight, and Friday, and Saturday
morning and afternoon before it comes,” Jared pouted, only half-jokingly.
“Well we’re hanging out after school, so technically only Friday and Saturday,”
Jen offered, smiling indulgently at him and absently reaching out to push the
stubborn lock of hair hanging on Jared’s forehead back behind his ear. Jared
almost purred at the touch, welcoming the electricity that bubbled under his
skin at the touch of his mate’s hand; a touch and electricity once so foreign
that was now as natural as breathing.
Smiling dopily, Jared only nodded, grabbing the vial and throwing its contents
into their experiment tube. Jensen made a sound of warning, and before Jared
knew it, the entire mixture began bubbling upwards, hissing and smoking
dangerously, turning orange and bubbling over the top.
“PADALECKI!” Beaver shouted.
Jared could only grin sheepishly as Jensen almost hit the floor with laughter.
###
Watching from the end of the hallway, Jared couldn’t stop grinning. His last
period was free, while Jen had History, and he considered it a free well spent.
Jensen opened his locker with some help from Chris, and promptly burst out
laughing. Jared watched, pleased, as Jen continued to laugh in delight as he
pulled out a toy car, a little figurine of a mansion, a bean, and a packet of
MNMs with a blue balloon tied floating to it, from his locker.
“God, Jared is fucking incredible.” Thanks to his superior hearing, Jared
caught the murmured whisper, and warmth filled him from the inside out.
The J.A.W. Initiative was in progress.
###
***** Chris' story *****
Chapter Notes
     Once again, I'm so sorry for my delay in posting! Here's a nice long
     chapter to make up for it!
     Quick shout out to everyone who left comments and Kudos, and everyone
     reading this! Thank you so, so much for all your amazing support and
     encouragement. I am humbled and honored beyond compare that you all
     are enjoying this story! Your comments, suggestions and requests mean
     the world to me, so thank you! You guys are my inspiration!
     Special shout out to Trell_des_roches; Chris' story!
     I tried a new route, writing Chris' point of view, so I hope y'all
     enjoy it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
~*Jared*~
“Is not!”
“Is too!”
“Is not!”
“Is too!”
“Is not!”
“On what grounds are you arguing this?”
“On the grounds that I said so, so there!”
Jared punctuated his statement by sticking his tongue out and crossing his arms
over his chest, feeling only mildly insulted when Jensen burst into laughter.
“Yeah, that’s definitely a strong argument,” he teased, looking more relaxed
than Jared had ever seen him. Something inside him warmed at that, and he had
to consciously remind himself that they were sprawled on cushions on his floor,
in the middle of a spirited debate over whether Cool Runnings was a better
movie than The Titanic.
“The Titanic is a classic,” Jared pointed out.
“It’s ridiculous,” Jensen snorted, getting up to throw his empty can of Coke
into the wastepaper basket at the corner of Jared’s room. “What kind of a
respectable captain misses a glaringly massive iceberg in the middle of his
path? And I bet that plank was more than big enough to fit both of them, either
Rose kicked him off, or Jack chose death over being stuck with her.”
Jared burst into laughter. “Cynical much?”
Jensen shrugged, leaning against the wall to face Jared, his face saddening a
little. “I guess I’ve never much had reason not to be.”
Jared felt his heart crumple. Wanting nothing more than to make Jen smile
again, Jared rose, and in the same quick motion, raced at Jensen and tackled
him, pulling him on to the bed, being sure not to jostle him too much and
incidentally hurt him. Jen was shocked into inaction, and belatedly began to
laugh as Jared landed lightly next to him. Hoisting himself on his palms, Jared
held his body over Jensen’s so that every inch of them was connected in a
barely there touch. Normally sparkling emerald eyes turned a dark forest green
as Jen reached up and lightly fisted his hands in the sides of Jared’s t-shirt,
pulling down with the gentlest of pressure and effectively giving Jared
permission to kiss him.
Jared moved slowly, not wanting to diminish or belittle the sheer amount of
trust it took from Jen to allow him closer, given the history of hurt he had
gone through that Chris had alluded to.
Stopping his lips mere breaths away from Jensen’s, Jared murmured, “I’m going
to give you every reason in the world not to be a cynic.”
As their lips met, Jared reveled once more in the soft fullness and the sweet
taste that was so unique to his stunning, perfect mate. Not nearly trusting his
hormones in the big, comfortable bed as it was teamed with the alluring smell
of his Jen, Jared kept the kiss light and teasing, a slow series of nips and
licks and sucks, his touch running reverently over Jen’s lean body, all hard
edges that should be uncomfortable, but instead fit perfectly against Jared’s
body.
The missing puzzle piece of Jared’s existence in every way.
Before he could deepen the kiss as much as he wanted to, Jared pulled back,
situating himself back next to his mate and running a hand through Jen’s hair
before resting it lightly against his waist, his thumb rubbing circles into the
soft jut of his hip. Jen turned and propped himself up on his elbow, facing
Jared, and looking into soft green eyes, Jared’s heart warmed with the
knowledge that this moment, this stitch in time, was just them together,
untouched by the world and its ugliness. In this space- in their space- Jared
wasn’t an alpha werewolf destined to be the leader of his pack, and Jensen
wasn’t a boy touched by something that hurt him and made him untrusting. Jared
wasn’t hiding a world away, and Jensen wasn’t hiding a world of secrets in
those entrancing emerald orbs.
They were just two, love-struck teenagers, wrapped up in a bubble of happy
togetherness, not hiding an ounce of themselves and not even feeling the need
to.
And it felt amazing.
It was something Jared had never felt before in his entire life, not even with
the pack-mates he grew up with. Never before had he felt so free to be himself,
without the worry about being judged for thinking or feeling or acting a
certain way. He felt as though he could bare his soul and not have to worry
about what he would receive in return; because he felt certain it would be love
and acceptance.
Jared took a moment to revel over the fact that a month ago, he would never
have associated infatuation with himself, but now, he was in love.
The way the tides could change…
“Jay?” The nickname felt special as it came out of Jensen’s mouth.
“Yeah, Jen?” Jared murmured, not wanting to ruin the perfection of the moment
by speaking too loudly.
The boy hesitated for a moment, before speaking. “There was this guy at my old
school.” Jared sucked in an inaudible breath; Jen was opening up to him, for
the first time. Voluntarily. He felt the importance of the moment impress
itself heavily upon him, and he kept quiet, nodding encouragingly for Jensen to
continue. “There’s some things I think you should know about it,” he said
finally, exhaling a shaky breath. “I think it will explain a lot.”
 
~*Jensen*~
Something like concern flickered in Jared’s eyes, but he made no move to stop
Jensen, so he took a deep breath and willed himself to have some courage.
“His name was Adam,” Jen started his story, keeping his eyes trained on Jared’s
chest as his fingers played idly with the buttons there. “He was basically a
grade-A dick, but I was naïve and he was my first boyfriend…” Jensen sighed
softly, once again berating himself for his stupidity. “He was charming and
sweet and thoughtful and kind, at the beginning. I knew I didn’t love him, but
I guess I thought I could grow to love him, you know?” Scrunching his eyebrows,
Jensen tried to put into words the feelings that were swirling through him. “I
always figured love was something developed, not found, but then…” he stopped
himself abruptly, and the words died on his tongue:
But then I met you, and I realized love was instantaneous, like a meteorite
striking across your path.
Shit.
He couldn’t say that!
Too soon, Jensen, too soon! Back it up!
Biting the inside of his cheek, he hurried to speak, hoping to gloss over his
blunder. “It doesn’t matter. What does matter, is that I learnt that sometimes,
bad things happen.” He sighed once more, fingers tightening marginally on the
button he was almost pulling loose, at the same time that Jared’s fingers on
his hips pressed a little harder. Fleetingly, Jensen registered that Jared was
tensed, wound like a coil.
“Anyway, he got jealous. Really jealous. He hated Cas, and cut me off from the
few people I was friends with in school. He got really controlling and
overbearing, and I mean, I think possessive is hot, to an extent, but he
crossed the line, I mean…” Jensen knew he was babbling now, and the only thing
that stopped him was the slight shaking that reverberated through Jared’s
entire frame. Jensen leaned back a little to peek at his boyfriend.
Jared’s eyes were screwed shut and his jaw clenched, the epitome of barely
restrained and concealed rage. Ordinarily, given his history of abuse, this
would have scared him…Jensen wondered why he still felt safe, and the absolute
furthest from afraid.
Placing his palm over Jared’s heart, Jensen tried not to notice the harsh and
rapid thumpthumpthump that beat raggedly against his sensitized skin. Placing
the other hand over the taller boy’s overheated cheek, Jensen maneuvered
himself until he was facing Jared head on. Instinctively, he matched his
breathing pace with Jared’s and thereby forced him to slow his breathing to
match a more even pace than Jensen slowed down to.
“Calm down, Jay,” he murmured soothingly, lowly. “It’s okay now.”
“What line did he cross, Jen?” Jared asked roughly, opening his eyes to reveal
turmoil and searing anger. In that moment, Jensen knew Jared could never find
out about the abuse at home. Hands gripped tighter and eyes searched
desperately, but Jensen could only feel every atom in the glow of concern and
compassion and- dare he say it?- love , that Jared was showing him with every
shadow of a caress with his arms, his eyes, his lips.
“Jared…” the breathy exhalation only served to tighten his boyfriend’s features
even further, with an unlikely combination of love, fear, compassion, pain, and
utter fury.
“Jen,” he forced the word out. “What. Line. Did. He. Cross?”
“Don’t do this to yourself,” Jensen tried again, but this time? He knew his
efforts were pointless.
“Did he…” Jared propped himself up on one elbow, running a haphazard hand
through his hair before settling it back on Jensen’s hip, gulping convulsively
as you would dry-swallow a large pill. “Did he touch you?”
Jensen hesitated. “Define touch…” he hedged uncertainly.
“That sick son of a bitch!” Jared snarled, bolting upright. Jensen hastened to
follow him up, placing his forearms over Jared’s in a motion meant to calm.
“He hit me, Jay,” Jensen said calmly, almost detached. “Nothing more. Before
your mind goes to all those places, he only ever physically assaulted me.”
“Only?” Jared scoffed, as his trembling grew more pronounced. “I’m going to rip
his fucking throat out and tie his hands together with his esophagus,” he
snarled, and for a moment, Jensen worried that his boyfriend was making less of
a threat and more of a promise.
“As vivid a picture as that is,” Jensen frowned momentarily, “how about we not
do that, and then pretend that we did, huh? Less jail time, less psych
evaluations? Besides, he has little tiny T-Rex hands, he’d just slip right
out.”
Jensen’s quip had the desired effect; Jared glanced at him for a moment in
shock, before releasing the stiffness in his posture and huffing out the most
begrudging of laughs.
Jensen grinned and took both of Jared’s hands in his own, synchronizing their
breathing once more. After a little while, Jared gently took the lead, and
pulled them both back to the position they were in before. He scooted a little
closer once they’d settled, until his forehead was pressed against Jensen’s.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized softly. “I kind of lost control over there. That was
the last thing you needed.”
“It’s okay,” Jensen shrugged it off lightly. And it was. He would go so far as
to say it was nice to be stood up for. “I feel safe around you,” he confessed
shyly, unwilling to bring his eyes to meet Jared’s.
“Good,” the boy’s voice sounded choked as he pulled Jen closer. “Good, I’m
glad.” They sat in silence for a few minutes, each boy lost in their thoughts.
“How long, Jen?”
Jensen sighed quietly at the question he’d been expecting. “Two months, until
one day I landed in a hospital and caught a wake-up call. No one knows about
what happened, not a soul, except you.”
Jared was quiet for a few breaths, absorbing this new information and likely
tamping down his temper. Finally, he nodded and pressed his lips with infinite
gentleness to Jensen’s temple. “Thank you for telling me.”
“You deserved to know,” Jensen replied, shifting uneasily as a new thought
occurred to him. “It’s going to be real fun telling Chris this story.”
Jared actually snorted. “Yeah, maybe don’t mention a name. If I’m just barely
stopping myself from hunting the son of a bitch down, you know Chris is going
to tear up the state until he gets his hands on him.”
“I’ll never understand why he’s so protective,” Jensen chuckled fondly, “but I
appreciate it more than I can say.”
“Ask him,” Jared suggested, trying to adopt an aloof tone and failing dismally.
“It might be good for you two to exchange stories.”
Jensen nodded thoughtfully, not wanting to ask anyone but his best friend about
this story. They sat in silence, drawing strength and comfort from their
presence next to each other.
“Jay?” Again, it was Jensen who broke the silence.
“Mm?”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
Jared leaned back to look into Jensen’s eyes again, relaxing when he saw the
smile there. “Shoot.”
“I liked The Titanic better; but it made me cry, and Cool Runnings made me
believe in the impossible, so I’ll never admit to liking the former.”
“Huh…well played, Jen. Well played.”
###
“It’ll be fun! What’s the bet we don’t even miss anything, really? Come on,
live a little!”
Chris looked at Jensen with a mixture of amusement, doubt and suspicion. “Who
are you, and what have you done with my best friend?”
Jensen snorted. “Come on, Chris, I’m talking about skipping class, not robbing
a bank or ganking the president.”
“Jen, you’d sooner assassinate the whole freaking White House than to bail on
Art,” Chris pointed out, and Jensen pouted at how well his best friend knew
him. Honestly, it would suck to bail on Art, but they couldn’t afford to bunk
Math or English or History or Geography, and this was Chris’ only free, so
Jensen was willing to make a sacrifice.
“We hardly ever have the opportunity to hang out anymore,” Jensen frowned.
“We’re always around people now.”
“And whose fault is that?” Chris teasingly sniffed. His brow scrunched as he
considered another thought. “Whoa, Freckles, if you want to stay up all night,
braid each other’s hair and spill the down and dirty about Padalecki, let’s
not, and then say we did.”
Jensen raised an eyebrow and smirked condescendingly. “Ok, first of all, who
the hell still says down and dirty?” Chris flipped him off and Jensen snorted.
“Secondly, you have a pretty set stereotype about gay guys, you know that,
Kane?”
Chris grinned. “Nope, Freckles, it’s just my assumption of you.”
“Bitch,” Jensen rolled his eyes with a smile. “Now bunk with me! Come on,
Chris, if we get caught, I’ll take the heat.”
Chris sighed long-sufferingly. “No, you won’t,” he refuted, “I got your back.
The things I do for you, Jen,” he groused.
Jensen grinned victoriously. “You lo-ove me!”
“Not in the Big-Gay-Love kind of way,” Chris blushed, choosing sarcasm over
admitting he cared.
“Not even in your dreams, Chris,” Jensen winked.
“You’d be lucky to have me, Jerk!”
Their banter continued as they walked, no real destination in mind. Jensen was
surprised when they ended up in a park, but Chris didn’t seem to share the
feeling.
“I haven’t been in a park since I was…” he thought for a long moment. “Seven
years old.”
“I love coming out here to think, especially at night, or at sunrise,” Chris
revealed in a low voice. Jensen nodded wordlessly and they settled on the
jungle gym, Chris splayed out on the climbing net and Jensen perched on the
ladder leading up to the top of the slide.
Jensen knew his best friend better than he gave himself credit for.
Instinctively, he could tell that Chris wouldn’t offer up his story first, not
for any other reason than the fact that he would feel like he was burdening
Jensen by telling him it. If Jensen told him the Adam story first, then at
least he would feel like they’d be on even footing…right?
“Chris, I have to tell you something…” Jensen hesitated, then ploughed on.
“Promise you won’t freak out.”
 
~*Chris*~
Christian Kane was, for the most part, a calm guy. People were scared of him,
no doubt, but that was because people were always afraid of what they couldn’t
predict, of what they couldn’t understand. Their fear of him was not something
justified by any one incident where he lost his temper or bench-pressed a semi,
or some other ridiculous shit that people made up. Their fear was because of
the fact that he was quiet, observant, unruffled. Sharp as a tack and quietly
lethal, he was a lone wolf, in every sense of the word. He loved his pack-mates
to the depths of his heart, but he could not find it in himself to be a part of
them, always feeling the weight of his past pressing down on him, a phantom
heaviness that settled over his shoulders and heart.
Until Jen.
Mysteriously enough, when the light-haired, green-eyed boy snarked his way into
Chris’ heart, he had done more than just bring light into Chris’ darkened
world, done more than just bring company into his life of loneliness.
Unexpectedly, Chris had found family in this human boy, more so than he had
even found with the pack, relating to him on a level that only a brother could;
they were always on the same wavelength, and never out of tune with each other.
And it was the damndest thing.
When he realized that he would have to be spending time with the pack if he
wanted Jen to be happy with Jared, he had initially been horrified. He’d
thought of a million different ways to get out of it, and had eventually
decided on going cold turkey on Jensen; he’d made a place for himself in the
pack, integrating himself beautifully, gracefully, until everyone there adored
him except for Sandy, the queen bitch, and subsequently Milo the Minion. The
last thing Chris wanted to do was to take that away from Jensen due to his
inability to be social.
Jensen never knew it, but he was planning on starting his gradual break-off
that day that Jensen found him by the lockers. But then he had to go and show
more loyalty than Chris ever knew was possible without a blood connection.
Jensen would never know it, but that day Chris decided that if Jensen would
choose him over the pack, stick with him even when he’d gotten Jared, then
Chris could never drop him. He had to prove that he was worthy of such loyalty
by showing such loyalty in return.
Knowing all this, you can only imagine his surprise when they hung out with the
pack, and there was no crushing feeling of guilt and no feeling of being out of
place. Somehow, with Jensen at his side, the odd heaviness lifted, and if Chris
were about waxing poetical, he would have said that by being there, Jensen took
on half the burden until Chris couldn’t even feel it anymore.
Whatever had happened, he now actually felt a little like he belonged in the
pack. He got along well with everyone who didn’t have a problem with Jen, and
surprisingly, even Chad was beginning to grow on him. He could appreciate the
fact that the blond boy had given Jen a chance to earn his respect and had
acted accordingly thereafter. Now that they had, Jen actually got on with Chad
like a house on fire, even as he always maintained this unfathomable closeness
with Chris, no matter what.
So yes. Christian Kane was a relatively calm guy. But all that changed when
someone messed with his best friend and brother.
“That son of a bitch!” he snarled viciously, trembling as his anger manifested
itself, his body begging to shift, hunt the fucker down and tear him limb from
limb. “Give me his God damned name, Jen!”
“So you can earn yourself a shiny new criminal record and a cozy little jail
cell?” Jensen retorted evenly. “I’m gonna pass.”
“Jensen Ackles, give me his name, or so help me God…” Chris let his voice trail
off in an ominous threat, annoyed at his friend’s inherent goodness.
“Or what? You’re gonna beat it out of me?” Jensen snorted impishly at the
irony. Chris, on the other hand, couldn’t find it in himself to be amused.
“Not funny, Jen,” he groused. His insides still churned with the knowledge that
his best friend had endured two years of hell at the hand of some low-life. His
temper simmering below the surface, Chris decided to aim his anger at a
slightly more tangible target. “Where was Cas during all this?” he demanded.
Likely sensing Chris’ diverging fury, Jensen hastened to answer, putting out a
placating hand palm-up. “Cool it, Chris. Cas, to this day, knows nothing about
it. No one does, save for you and Jared.”
That shut Chris up immediately. Though he was humbled beyond belief at the fact
that Jensen trusted him enough to tell him something he hadn’t even told his
best friend of at least 6 years, he was also furious that the bastard hadn’t
paid at all for hurting the other boy.
“Jen,” his voice gentled in compassion for the secret Jensen had carried with
him. “Why didn’t you tell your parents, or report him to the cops?”
Jensen flinched and Chris frowned suspiciously, his radar going up. Before he
could begin his Spanish Inquisition again, Jensen blurted out:
“I was adopted. My foster mom died when I was 8.”
Chris felt his chest constrict as his breath left him with a whoosh. How much
had Jen had to endure in his short life? Chris wrote off his suspicion,
figuring that the loss had caused a rift between Jen and his father, or Jen had
had some kind of twisted shame from the whole event. He nodded understandingly,
fighting against his instinctive misgivings when Jen almost slumped with relief
at his acquiescence.
“I wanted you to understand,” Jensen concluded, settling down and redirecting
his gaze skywards. “I appreciate how protective you are, and I wanted you to
understand why I can get so hesitant and tense around crowds.”
“It’s understandable, Jen,” Chris comforted gruffly. He was proud of his friend
for his strength, and told him as much. Jen shut his eyes and deflected the
compliment with sarcasm, and Chris wondered whether the asshat ex-boyfriend was
the reason Jen had such a warped perception of his worth.
Chris made a mental note to wrestle the dick’s name out of Jared, who
undoubtedly was privy to that information.
Shifting his head to the right, Chris saw that Jensen had closed his eyes
during Chris’ little internalized rant. He carefully studied the other boy’s
unmoving profile, glad to see some facsimile of peace on an expression that by
all rights and demands, should be twisted with anger and darkness. Jen’s
breathing was a little more labored than usual, and that alerted Chris to the
realization that telling his story had taken more out of Jensen than Chris
could have guessed.
He began to think on his past. On his story. For years, he had blamed himself
for what happened 9 years ago, and it had changed him in ways that a 9-year old
had no business knowing. Jensen had brought back some of that little kid inside
him, made him remember the Chris he used to be. The Chris he was proud of
being. The loving, caring, perceptive, protective, steadfast and loyal Chris,
as opposed to the reticent, reclusive, self-condemned Chris with little to no
patience for people and a self-worth that was basically non-existent.
Was that not grounds enough for Jensen to be deserving of the truth?
It didn’t take a second to answer that question. Jen deserved the whole story.
“I used to be an older brother,” he blurted out of the blue. Jensen didn’t even
flinch, but he did open his eyes and bring his gaze to Chris, who now looked
resolutely at the suddenly fascinating shapes of the clouds above him. “And a
son.”
“What happened?”
Just the firm, deep, calming timbre of his best friend’s voice and Chris found
his story pouring from his mouth, almost unbidden.
“It was just me and my younger brother, Hardison. He was 6 when it happened.
See, my parents had made friends with some…travelers,” Chris stopped himself
from saying `A travelling pack.’ “I suspected that they weren’t all they
claimed to be. They just seemed a little off to me.” Chris shuddered,
remembering the cold flush that spread through him the minute he’d met the
three big wolves. A pack consisting solely of an Alpha, a Beta and an Omega
wasn’t uncommon a few centuries ago, when pack wars was a more common
occurrence and humans began to question their existence and attempt to trap and
hunt them. In these times, however, given the newfound independence of Omegas
and the work put into eradicating the brutalization of packs by reigning powers
of the hierarchy, it was nearly unheard of to find a pack of 3 traveler wolves.
It was this that fascinated Chris’ parents, and it was also what had set off
Chris’ internal alarm bells. “I didn’t trust them, for some reason,” he picked
up his tale, “and I told my parents that, but they thought I was watching too
many bad horror movies.” Chris swallowed convulsively against the bitter tang
at the back of his throat, on his tongue, his palette. “They knew our house,
and they broke in. I was playing hide and seek with Hardison at the time, I was
hiding in a closet…I saw everything,” he confessed, his voice breaking. “I saw
them ransack the house, beat and kill my parents…they made Hardison watch, and
he was…he was screaming for me…I was just…I couldn’t…I…”
It dimly registered in Chris’ mind that he was gasping for the breath his lungs
starved for. It felt like his airways had closed, until suddenly warm, heavy
arms draped themselves across his shoulders, around his chest. Reassuring
murmurs in a voice as smooth as whiskey and sweet as honey tumbled into his
ear; he focused on that voice, on the gentle rumble that spread along his back
from Jen’s chest, on the encompassing arms that promised to hold him together
while he couldn’t do it himself. He realized belatedly that he was clutching on
to Jen’s arms, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed with his
brother. He hadn’t thought or spoken of that night in 9 years, and now it was
like all the emotions he’d bottled up since then was spilling out.
“I got you, Chris, I got you buddy,” Jensen was soothing him. “You’re safe now,
I got you man…I got you.”
With those words, Chris’ chest opened up, his airways free once more. He gulped
in grateful lungfuls of air, feeling it when Jen’s body relaxed in relief.
Regulating his breathing and working past the panicked frenzy of flashing
memories behind his eyelids, Chris finished his story in a choked voice.
“They killed Hardison, and then they came after me. I only realized then, that
they knew I was hiding there. They just anted to make me watch. I bit one of
them, restled free and ran for my life. I ran into one of our neighbors, and
they called it in. We never caught the bastards,” he shook his head in
disgusted regret. “But one day, I will, and I’ll make them pay. I won’t go
looking for them,” he reassured, when he caught the flash of a frown from
Jensen. “But the world isn’t a big enough place for them to evade me forever.”
“Chris, I…” Jensen shook his head, his voice thick. Cautiously, he wrapped his
arms around Chris, holding tighter when Chris relaxed in the embrace rather
than pushed him away. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” he mumbled.
“No child should have to…God, Chris, I’m sorry.”
“I should have protected him, Jen,” Chris whispered, tortured. “He was my baby
brother. He was my responsibility. He…”
“…would have wanted you to be safe and alive,” Jensen butted in, fixing Chris
with a sympathetic, but firm look. “You were shock, Chris. You were 9 years
old, for Christ’s sake! What did you expect from yourself? Besides you couldn’t
have helped Hardison,” he pointed out gently. “You would have just died next to
him.”
“That would still have been more honorable,” he argued, flinching when blazing
anger sparked green gems.
“Don’t you ever say that, Chris,” he condemned lowly, the soft growl more
effective than any shouted threat. “Don’t you do that.” Shaking his head
against the unpleasant thought, Jensen asked; “So what happened after that?”
“I was the last remaining kin, so I inherited enough to live comfortably.
Jared’s dad, Gerald Padalecki…he really helped me out. He and Sherry, Jared’s
mom, they took me in for a long time, I don’t know whether Jared ever told you
that.” Jensen shook his head, and Chris was oddly touched by Jared’s display of
loyalty. “Gerald Padalecki helped me become an emancipated minor when I turned
16 and I moved out. I still visit, on occasion. I owe them a lifetime.”
The best friends, the brothers, sat for a long time in silence. It was a
companionable quiet, comfortable and safe.
“Chris,” Jen finally murmured. “I’m glad you got out alive. Life would suck
without you.”
Chris’ eyes burned with emotion as he fought to answer without sounding choked
up. “Life would suck without you too, Freckles,” he said softly, warmly, before
sobering up to confess. “Jen, you’re like a brother to me. It hasn’t even been
that long, but you’re like my little brother. You actually remind me of
Hardison a bit…” he smiled nostalgically. “You would have liked him, and he
would have liked you too. With you, it was like I was being given a second
chance to be a big brother. I wont let you down, Jen,” he vowed. “I promise.”
Jensen nodded, feeling the weight of the promise wrap around him like a safety
blanket. “I know, Chris. That goes for me too.”
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Chapter End Notes
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~*Jensen*~
After much careful contemplation and in-depth pondering, Jensen had come to a
conclusion.
Alcohol sucked out loud.
Sure, he’d tried it, and sure, he’d enjoyed it. But that was a controlled
intake of it, and Jensen knew from personal experience, that in excess, it was
trouble with a side of fucking hell.
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“I had no idea that had happened to him.”
Jensen felt a small tremor ripple through him as he contemplated what hell that
must have been for his best friend. Jared tightened his arms around him where
they sat, Jensen’s back to Jared’s chest, staving off the sick feelings and
leaving him feeling safe, protected, and pleasantly warm. Unthinkingly, he
turned his head to snuggle into the crook between Jared’s shoulder and chest.
Like it was a chain reaction, Jared dropped his head, resting his cheek atop
Jensen’s head. An innate peace fell over Jen, one he hadn’t felt in over a
decade, and as hesitant as he was to label the luxurious feeling, he would be
lying if he called it anything less than a sense of belonging.
A contented sigh escaped his lips and he felt Jared smile against his hair.
“I’m glad you’re in my life,” Jensen whispered, almost inaudibly, terrified of
confessing an inkling of the strength of his feelings for the boy he’d been
with all of 2 weeks. Was it ridiculous, how strong he felt in such little time?
Jensen had never believed in love-at-first-sight, but what else could explain
the all-consuming fire in him? The fireworks that went off in him that had
Jared’s name etched all over it? His stomach twisted with nerves, uncertain of
himself and speaking his heart’s purest truth. Had he ruined what they had
going by falling too hard, too fast?
But then, Jared surprised him every day, in almost everything he did. Jensen
felt like they could read each other’s minds for how often they were on
precisely the same wavelength, but then Jared would go and do something that
would just defy everything Jensen expected and he was reminded how new they
were. It was a roller-coaster, and Jensen never wanted to get off.
“I’m glad you’re in my life too, Jen,” Jared murmured, shifting to the side to
press his lips to the crown of Jensen’s head. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”
The very possibility of that knotted Jensen’s throat into a mangled mass that
threatened to choke him. He didn’t know what was going on with him, why this
relationship meant more than the world to him, but he knew this:
He could not lose Jared.
Losing Jared? That would be like losing life. It would be ripping his heart
straight out of his chest and tearing the rest of him to ribbons. It would be
tying a noose around his neck and cutting off his breathing. It would be
starving him of food and nourishment. It would be leaving him tied up in the
middle of the hottest desert without any water.
No. that was a lie. Losing Jared, would be so much worse than any of that.
Rather than dwell on a possibility that would destroy him, Jen huddled closer
still, glad that the upcoming dusk was bringing a slight chill to blame it on.
Upon his and Chris’ arrival at school, Jen had insisted on Jared following them
so that Chris didn’t have to drive alone. He was adamant that he was okay, but
Jen was loathe to leave him so emotionally vulnerable. It took a fair amount of
reassurance from Chris for Jen to leave him at his little house just out of
town, but eventually, the green-eyed boy was persuaded to curb his mother-hen
instincts.
Instead of going home, Jared and Jensen went back to school, lounging on the
bleachers long after the track-team had vacated the grounds. It was a rare
night off from football for Jared, and Eric had the 6 to 6 shift at work, so
neither boy was in a hurry to end their time together in their personal bubble
of happy togetherness.
They watched the sun disappear behind the forest-like growth of trees that ran
along the borders of their school football field, a comfortable silence between
them born from contentment and the peace they seemed to find only in each
other’s company. Jared’s hand was absently tracing a pattern on Jensen’s hip,
while the other hand was hooked lightly again, in Jensen’s belt loop. This
small gesture spoke of possession, but to Jensen, it also spoke a little of
fear. Fear to let him go in the event of losing him.
Maybe he was looking too much into it, but Jen kind of liked any gesture on
Jared’s part that spoke of holding on to him. Holding on to them, even if Jen
didn’t quite deserve someone as amazing as him.
Jensen wasn’t even surprised by how similarly their thoughts ran, when Jared
sighed. “I wish we could stay here forever.”
Jensen’s heart swelled even as he joked lightly back, “Stay in school forever?
I was kind of hoping to graduate this year.”
“Smartass,” Jared huffed playfully as Jensen snickered. Jared shifted his
position slightly, and Jensen moved to get off him, embarrassed at the thought
that Jared had been uncomfortable. “No,” Jared protested softly, holding him in
place with his arms. “I was just squirming because I wanted to tell you
something.”
Mollified, Jensen snuggled back into place and directed his gaze to the sky
that was a fascinating blend of pink and orange and white and blue, sensing
that speaking would not be made any easier on Jared with him staring at the
long-haired boy.
“Jen,” Jared’s voice was hesitant, “what do you think about…how do you feel
about your future?”
For some reason, Jensen’s insides twisted. Unsure as to what exactly was being
asked of him, he turned to his default setting. “I think it’s great it and all,
but not really my type…”
Jared snorted, tension melting off him. “Smartass,” he repeated fondly. “No, I
mean, where do you see yourself going? We’ve got a whole year, but it’s going
to fly by.”
Jensen thought carefully about how he was going to answer that. “I don’t know,
Jay,” he hedged. “I’m not sure yet, where I want to take my life.”
“I guess I’m not entirely sure either,” Jared admitted. “I want to help people,
that’s about the extent of what I know.”
“I guess it’s okay not to know yet,” Jensen shrugged. “That’s what this year is
for.”
“Have you…have you thought about…” Jared began to fidget once more as he
mumbled something under his breath.
“Thought about…?” Jen asked gently.
“Who you want to spend your future with,” Jared finished, tensing
unconsciously.
Jensen mirrored the action, feeling restricted in his boyfriend’s embrace as
terror incapacitated him. Was Jared already trying to tell him that he didn’t
want him in his future? Was it something to be worried about, the fact that
when Jen thought of his future now, the only clear thing in front of him was
Jared? Was their relationship about to crash and burn before it even properly
began?
“I…um…” he squeaked, turning red. “Uh…I guess I don’t know…I think…” he fudged
clumsily.
“Me too,” Jared replied immediately, sounding abrupt. “I mean, it’s not like I
expected…we’ll end up meeting new people and…and then…”
Pain so intense that Jensen almost doubled over with the sheer force of it,
ripped into him unforgivingly. He felt bile rise in the back of his throat and
he ripped himself away from Jared, an instinctive response, his body craving
from years of experience to get away from the source of the pain.
But God, this was worse than any pain that he’d experienced before. It was
harsher, more raw, and even at his best attempt to move away, shield himself,
the pain just followed him wherever he went, an ache bone deep that
overshadowed any physical pain. He felt like he was drowning in liquid fire,
and God, how could he have ever let himself hope for forever? He knew better
than that!
“I have to go, it’s getting late…” he heard the words coming out from his
mouth, like an out-of-body moment, and felt himself rise to his feet without
his mind even registering his body’s motions. Sluggishly, he comprehended the
fact that he was stumbling down the steps, getting away from Jared as fast as
he could without tipping him off to his pathetically soul-crushing grief. He
thought he heard Jared call out his name, a pain-filled, regretful sound, and
he clenched his eyes shut as he hit the ground and broke into a run, eager to
get away from the kindness in Jared’s pitying gaze.
He couldn’t recall getting home if his life had depended on it. What he did
recall, was seeing Eric’s car in the driveway.
When it was already 7.30pm.
Terror bundled on top of his already frayed emotions, Jensen edged towards the
house, trying in vain for some indication of what to expect inside.
Opening the door slowly, he was greeted with screaming silence and oppressive
darkness. Feeling sick to his stomach with nerves, he flicked the passage light
on, and his first shuddering intake of breath assaulted his nose with the vile
stench of liquor.
He shut the door and made his way to the kitchen on shaky legs. Eric was
leaning against the counter, whiskey in hand, beer bottles lining the table
behind him. One glance at the whiskey bottle confirmed that this was not Eric’s
first taste of the good stuff that night. His posture was relaxed, but it was
in the way that he wasn’t looking at Jensen that set alarm bells off in his
mind.
“I…I thought you had the graveyard shift today?” Jensen squeaked, voice
trembling. He nearly jumped a foot into the air when Eric broke his immobility
to throw one of the empties against the opposite wall in a flash of movement.
“Is that your excuse for being 4 and a half hours late?” he asked quietly, the
steady, calm voice contrasting his reaction sharply and being somewhat more
terrifying than any of the times he’d shouted. Jensen suppressed a whimper, his
fear getting the better of him as he stood, already emotionally shredded.
“I’m sorry…” was as far as he got before Eric was on top of him, raining fists
of fury pounding into every available inch of skin. Alcohol sucked out loud, he
decided again.
His knees gave out and he curled in on himself, a small sob bursting through
his chest.
Truthfully? He took every blow happily, welcoming the familiar, physical pain
over the crushing agony that seemed to grip him from the inside.
He took his beating, but even that had nothing on the pain that filled his
heart at Jared’s four simple words, his unwitting confession.
We’ll meet other people.
 
~*Jared*~
“Jesus fucking Christ, Padalecki, do you try to be such a fucking moron or does
it just come naturally to you?”
Jared winced at Chad’s growl. After his monumental screw-up with Jen, he was
torn between his gut instinct to follow the green-eyed boy and hold him close
and beg him to never meet other people, and his brain’s directive to give
Jensen time to cool down lest they fight over something like this. In the end,
he’d listened to his head, and naturally sought out his best friend for advice.
Chad had looked ready to mock when he’d opened the door, but seeing the open
look of pain on his best friend’s face had likely stolen that reaction. In a
rare show of care, Chad had dragged him to his room, and sat silently opposite
him as he told his story from start to finish.
Which, surprisingly enough, ended up in him being ripped a new one by
aforementioned best friend.
On the one hand, Jared was glad his best friend had accepted his mate to the
extent where he would defend him. On the other hand, it was a surprise, since
Chad was usually on his side.
Chad softened slightly with a sigh when he noticed the slightly kicked-puppy
look Jared was sporting. “Look, buddy,” he leveled with him in an even rarer
moment of seriousness, “Jen is a human. First off, he’s obviously been through
some shit in the past. I don’t know what, but I know it was enough to make him
pretty shaky on the trust scale. What’s he going to think now that you
basically implied you wanted to break up with him after senior year, not to
mention the fact that you’ve only been dating two weeks?”
“But he could have…” Jared began to protest, his insides clenching sickly.
“No buts!” Chad interrupted him, aiming a stern look at him. “Secondly, he’s a
human!”
“You said that already,” Jared couldn’t help but snark.
“He’s your mate,” Chad continued, heedless, “and he’s a human. The fact that
he’s human doesn’t make him any less susceptible to exactly what you’re
feeling. Human or no, Jensen will feel, will know that there’s a profound bond
between you two, and will feel about you just as strongly as you feel about
him. That’s the beauty of finding your mate, but imagine the doubts and
insecurities that would come from having these feelings and not totally
understanding why.”
“How do you mean?” Jared asked in confusion.
“Love at first sight is not normal for humans anymore, Jay-Bird,” Chad sighed
long-sufferingly. “It’s interpreted as flakiness, carelessness, lust, even. You
understood this immediate, bone-deep love because you’re a Were and you grew up
knowing the meaning of mating, and also because you could smell that Jen was
your mate. To Jen, he has all the same feelings without any of the knowledge on
what he’s feeling. He’s gotta be scared that he’s falling so fast, too fast,
and he’s gotta be thinking that you’re probably not feeling as strongly as he
is, since like I said, love at first sight is not really a thing anymore. He’s
gotta be terrified that you guys aren’t going to last because he doesn’t know
if you love him as much as he already loves you…and then you basically go and
tell him that you’re not planning on lasting with him!”
Jared could feel his face paling with every word that left his friend’s mouth.
He’d never thought of it like that…just assumed Jen would be accepting of the
fact that they’d fallen in love. But Chad was right; which teenager fell in
love within two weeks of being with someone? It was hard enough on Jen without
the monumental mess up Jared had stirred with his wounded ego when Jen hadnt
immediately answered I want you in my future.
“Crap, I should have just told him I wanted him to be a part of my future,”
Jared realized belatedly. Chad rolled his eyes.
“No fucking way, Sherlock. Give the man a medal.”
Jared grinned briefly; this was why Chad was his best friend. For all his
goofing off, the blond-haired Alpha had an innate sense of the people around
them, and oftentimes had an insight into them that rivalled even the ones
closest to them. He could be a jackass sometimes, sure, but he as loyal and
fair and dependable, and Jared could always count on him to tell it to him
straight. Even when it came to sharing his insights on Jen.
Jared was instantly filled with an overwhelming desperation to get to his mate.
To apologize profusely, beg him not to ever consider other people, plead with
him on the idea of a future together. He couldn’t afford to mess this up; he
had to take away all Jen’s doubts and insecurities, while bearing in mind that
this was all terribly unfamiliar territory to him, even more so than it was to
Jared.
Jared didn’t even bother to explain himself, knowing that with Chad, he didn’t
really have to. He just jumped up and took off, laughing lightly when Chad’s
shout filled the air around him.
“Go forth my son!” he yelled. “Make me proud!”
Jared made a mental note to hug his friend when he saw him next, before
flipping him off.
It didn’t take too long for Jared to track his way to Jen’s house, having never
been given the address before. He racked his brain for excuses to make as to
how he found the house, coming up blank and hoping to hell Jen wouldn’t ask.
As he neared the house, unease began to build inside him, and he picked up his
pace slightly in agitation. The feeling only worsened when he rapped on the
door and it swung open a little bit. The stomach-turning, but unmistakable
smell of his mate’s blood filled his nostrils and panic seized his insides.
Probably courtesy to remembering Chris’ story, Jared’s mind pictured the worst.
“Jen?” The strangled sound left his throat as he staggered into the hallway, a
dull roaring in his ears and the phantom grip of terror vice tight around his
chest. He followed the smell, petrified that he was going to be met with the
sight of…
Oh God.
Jen was lying on the floor in a fetal position, blood covering him. Through the
panic-induced fog that clouded his mind, Jared made out the tell-tale signs of
breathing, and relief nearly crippled him. The reality of the situation crashed
into him and the roaring in his ears turned silent in a burst of clarity so
sudden it was almost as though it had a mute button. A strange sound between a
snarl of rage and a whimper of pain tore from deep inside him and he was
sliding on his knees next to Jen in a second.
“Jensen!” he choked, pulling the barely conscious boy halfway over his lap.
“Jen, baby, what happened? Oh, God, are you okay? I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so,
so fucking sorry. I should have…I didn’t…if I had…God, Jen, please just look at
me? Wake up? Let me see those big, beautiful eyes, Jen, open those eyes for me,
baby, please?” he begged, barely cognizant of what he was saying.
He could have sobbed with relief when Jensen stirred, blinking blearily up at
him. Confusion swam into unfocused green orbs, and Jared instinctively cradled
him closer, needing to reassure him, to protect him.
“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay…everything is gonna be alright, I promise…I gotcha
Jen, I gotcha…” he cooed, nuzzling the top of Jensen’s hair and the side of his
neck, kissing every available space as he did. The green-eyed boy lifted his
arms weakly to place them on top of Jared’s, his own show of reassurance.
Jared swallowed past the crushing grief and blinding rage with much difficulty,
focusing for now on the love of his existence.
“Jay?” he mumbled, and Jared held him a little tighter, mindful of whatever
injuries his boyfriend might have. “’M okay.” In spite of everything, Jared
huffed out a tiny laugh.
“Of course you are, tough guy,” Jared murmured, his voice gruff with emotion.
“Jen, baby, what happened? Who did this to you?” All the control in the world
couldn’t have stopped the slight growl that perforated through this question.
Whoever had dared to lay a hand on his mate, would soon be making a close
acquaintance with his incisors.
Jensen tensed and tried to sit up, and with a sinking feeling, Jared knew that
whoever had done this, had been the same bully that hit Jen the first time.
“Just give me a name, Jen, or a description. Anything?” he pleaded lowly.
“I don’t know, some guy followed me…” Jensen mumbled noncommittally, and even
without his wolfy senses, he knew his boyfriend was lying.
Who was he trying to protect?
“Don’t lie to me, Jensen,” he snapped, his anger at the situation filtering in
a way that he knew wasn’t fair.
“I’m not,” Jensen whispered tiredly, pushing himself up and nearly face-
planting as he finally got vertical. Jared was next to him in an instant,
steadying him, but Jensen pushed away the helping hand, irrationally angering
Jared further.
“You were basically unconscious just a few seconds ago, Jen, would you please
stop being stubborn and let me help?” he barked, feeling sick and disgusted
with himself when Jensen instinctively flinched.
“I’m ok, I need to clean the blood before my foster father gets home,” he
replied, his voice barely more than a pained slur. Jared’s heart clenched even
as his insides flamed with disbelieving anger.
“We need to report this, Jensen!” he fought.
“We don’t need to,” Jen insisted stubbornly, taking deep breaths in an attempt
to sound more regular, reaching for the cloth on the kitchen island, one arm
wrapped around his abdomen and the other gripping the counters for support.
Jared’s chest clenched in alarm at the thought of whatever injuries Jensen
might have sustained; from the smell of it, the blood flow was staunching, and
that was a crying relief, but Jen must have been in agony. Stubborn boy…
“You’re in pain,” Jared pointed out, trying to keep his voice level. “Please
Jen, at least let me take you to the emergency room.”
Jensen gritted his teeth and pulled up his shirt, beginning to prod at the mass
of bruises and cuts. Jared could only gape for a second, before regaining
control of himself.
“Jensen!” he admonished with a frown.
“I’m fine,” Jen declared weakly, ignoring him and flipping his shirt down
again. “Few bruised ribs at best, lots of cuts, and head wounds bleed like the
Thames, but I’m okay.”
“When did you get your doctor’s degree?” Jared drawled sarcastically, scowling.
“I did an advanced first aid course,” Jensen mumbled. “I’m going to be okay.”
Jared may have believed that if Jensen hadn’t punctuated that with a drained
sway back on to his heels.
Looping an arm around his waist, Jared bodily moved Jensen towards the chair in
the room, depositing his precious cargo safely and delicately.
“Tell me who did this, Jen,” Jared demanded. A small voice inside him cautioned
him; don’t push him now. Don’t fight. He’s been through hell already.
But then, when did Jared ever listen?
When Jen didn’t immediately answer, all Jared’s previous icy terror exploded
inside him, and before he knew it, he was yelling.
“Who the hell are you protecting, Jensen? This guy beat you to a pulp, until
you nearly blacked out, and still you want to keep him safe? You were supposed
to tell us if something like that happened to you after the first time! God
damnit, Jensen, how are we supposed to stop this from happening if you don’t
seem to want to help?”
“Don’t yell,” Jensen requested quietly, his voice even, and for some reason,
this set Jared off even more.
“I’m going to yell all I want, because God, Jen, I thought I’d lost you for a
second there! I thought you were dead!” he hurled out. “Now you refuse to talk
to me about it, you refuse to talk to Chris about it…Chris!” Jared flung his
hands out, turning to face Jensen who was leaning in exhaustion against the
table. “Have you told Chris yet? Of course not! I’m going to tell him! I’m
going to phone him right now, and tell him exactly what’s going on!” Jared
threatened, whipping out his cell phone and jabbing his thumb down on number 8.
“Leave Chris out of this…” Jensen slurred, trying again to stand up. Jared
gritted his teeth in frustration and put the phone on speaker as it began to
ring, preparing himself to go off on a tangent until Jen spoke to him about
this whole damn mess.
“Hey Jay-Man,” Chris greeted. “How’s your J.A.W. initiative working out?
Freckles fall ass over heels, madly in love with you yet?”
Jared froze, his blood rushing to his feet and dismay gripping his body. Jensen
too, had frozen, and looked at Jared now, wide green eyes begging for an
explanation.
Silence descended over them, a thick coat of tension. Jensen looked lost and
crushed and it broke Jared’s heart, but still he struggled to get into motion.
“Of course he probably did,” Chris continued obliviously, “I pulled off my
parts of the plan perfectly.”
A choked, broken sound caught in Jensen’s throat and his face crumpled with
pain. And this, finally, snapped Jared out of his inactivity.
“Jen…” his voice came out as a hoarse plea, and he reached out, flinching a
little when Jensen took a step back.
“What’s the J.A.W. Initiative?” he asked in a wobbly voice. “What plan?”
“Jen, please…” Jared wasn’t sure what he was pleading for anymore, but he felt
like he was on the verge of losing the most important thing of his existence.
“God, Jensen,” Chris’ breathy voice came over the speaker as it dawned on him.
“Listen to me…”
“No!” Jensen forced out, getting up in a sudden motion that nearly had him
toppling back on to the unforgiving ground. Jared reached for him, and it was
like a punch to the gut when Jensen wrenched himself away from reach. “Just get
out, Jared. Leave.”
“Jen, sweetheart, please,” he begged, tears leaping to his eyes. “It’s not…”
“What I think?” Jensen guessed bitterly, tears cascading down his cheeks. “It’s
not what I think? How could that have been misinterpreted, Jared?”
“If you’d just listen to me…”
“You’d make up some fluffy white lie and we can pretend this never happened?”
Jensen scoffed. “I had enough of that from Adam.”
Something in Jared snapped right then and he was overcome with anger. Without
consciously realizing what he was doing, he flung a hand out in exasperation
and caught the edge of one of the beer bottles he hadn’t noticed was strewn on
the counter. It smashed to the floor and Jensen yelped, raising his arms over
his head in fear.
Icy cold trickled down Jared’s spine and his mouth went dry. What did that son
of a bitch do to Jen?
Jensen straightened, his face ravaged with pain. “Please just go, Jared,” he
muttered, such defeat in his voice that it broke Jared’s heart all over again.
“Please just leave. I don’t have it in me to play games anymore. I can’t.”
“Just let me explain, Jen, please…” Jared breathed, swiping a hand over his
face to clear the salty tears there. Chris was saying something, Jared couldn’t
even bring himself to try to listen to him, but it didn’t matter since the next
words out of Jen’s mouth shut them both up.
“There’s nothing to explain.”
Jensen staggered feebly down the hall into a bathroom, the decisive click of
the lock sounding eerily similar to the rip it made in Jared’s heart.
Leaving the house, walking away, Jared couldn’t have remembered doing that if
he tried. When he finally tore himself from the thud thud thud of his feet
against the pavement, he realized he was in front of Chris’ place. The blue-
eyed alpha took one look at him and sighed cavernously, before inviting him
inside. Jared didn’t realize he was crying the whole way until Chris tossed him
a box of tissues.
“I lost him, Chris,” Jared said hollowly. “I messed up.”
“What happened?” Chris asked, more gentle than Jared expected.
After telling his story in jerks and stops, Chris was homicidally enraged. “Who
hurt him?” Chris demanded, body trembling with the need to shift. “Don’t think
I’m not going to address the fact that you hurt him first, but who beat him
up?”
“I don’t know,” Jared answered miserably. “I fought with him for not telling
me. I yelled at him. I pushed him.”
Chris made a frustrated noise at the back of his throat before throwing himself
on to the ottoman opposite Jared. “Look, Fido, we’re both going to track Jen
down tomorrow and apologize to him. He’s going to forgive us, he has to…we’ll
beg and plead if we need to. Okay?”
Jared just nodded dolefully, leaving Chris’ place and walking a little bit
until he reached the beginning of the forest before shifting and trotting to
the clearing he had found a few years ago. It was his private place, and if any
other Were had discovered it, they’d left it as his. Settling on to the grass,
he buried his face in his paws, whining pitifully, the ache in his chest a
prominent pain.
He shifted again and pushed his shaggy hair back behind his ears, gazing
mournfully at the murky clouds above him that seemed to mirror his mood. He
felt deserving of it when the rain began to fall, not moving to cover himself
even when it began to pelt heavily down.
He just closed his eyes and let the rain mix with the tears still trickling
down his face.
His heart ached and he could almost pretend he could smell Jen close by if he
really tried. Some part of him realized he should be heading home, and on
autopilot, he began to walk, the rain still drenching him.
Bone-deep exhaustion settled in him and by the time he reached the mouth of the
forest, he was drained out. Sliding down the trunk of the nearest tree, Jared
gave up on moving. He settled on the floor and closed his eyes, his tiredness
winning out.
Before he passed out, the sound of his mate calling out for him filled his
mind. Jared just wished it wasn’t only in his head.
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~*Jensen*~
For someone who’d had more than their share of bumps and bruises and breaks and
beatings, it sucked out fucking loud that Jensen had still never experienced as
much pain as he did when Jared left.
As soon as he’d heard the door close from his hiding place (i.e. the downstairs
bathroom) he’d wanted to stumble out and beg Jared to come back and explain, to
tell him that everything wasn’t just a sick fucking joke.
But no. He stayed in the bathroom, choking on sobs and clumsily wrapping his
bruised-to-hell ribs and the assortment of bruises and cuts littering his
entire frame. Thankfully the cut on his head didn’t need stitches, so he just
left that one after cleaning it out.
On the plus side, Jensen could pretend that he was sobbing from the patching
up.
His gut gnawed uncomfortably with fear after he finished taping himself up.
More than anything, he wanted to believe everything Jared was trying to say.
After all, he’d made friends with Chris even before he’d met Jared, right? And
what had Chris possibly done to make him want to fall in love with Jared? He’d
never even thrown the tall boy compliments or anything.
What would woo you, Jen?
Jensen cursed lowly under his breath as he realized the intent behind Chris’
line of questioning that day. Honestly, he wasn’t sure whether that made him
even angrier or whether that thawed him out some. Much as he wanted it to be as
simple as that, he was still deeply hurt by both betrayals, even if Jared’s
motive was “wooing” him.
He sat on the stairs and nursed his sore midriff, trying to sort through the
jumble of emotions that were smothering him.
He thought back to the day he’d met Jared. That day in Chemistry, falling into
his chest was an accident. Picking his name as a Science partner was
coincidental. Running into him at the diner was happenstance.
Then Jared had kissed him.
Nowhere, not once in that equation, was there some sort of plan. Logically,
Jensen knew that whatever Initiative Chris and Jared had started, probably
wasn’t meant to harm him. Chris wanted to rip the heads off anyone who dared to
glance at him wrong, and that reaction was tame in comparison to Jared’s
protectiveness. In his heart, he could never see them deliberately hurting him.
He knew what his real issue was, and he would have to talk to them about it,
but he knew too, that he would forgive them. The betrayal of trust would be a
little harder to forgive, but if he was entirely straight, he figured he could
nurse his anger for a day, swear them, and then all would be forgiven too. Who
could really stay mad at a betrayal aimed at wanting to give you happiness?
Things with Jared, after both their fights, complicated things a bit. Jensen
thought back to their first tiff, at school, about their future. Jared had been
so tentative to ask…Jensen had assumed that he was making it clear that he
didn’t want a relationship after high school. Did that make any sense though?
After the way Jared doggedly pursued him, after all the promises sweetly
murmured and all the confessions nervously whispered, did it make sense that
Jared would put a timeline on their relationship? His broken heart ached to
scream ‘YES!’ and leave it at that, but Jensen had long since vowed to listen
to his head if his heart was broken and thinking irrationally. It was what got
him out of his relationship with Adam.
On this logic, Jensen was hard-pressed to admit that it didn’t seem like Jared
to take the time to woo him only to drop him after a year. Also, his actions
and his expressions and that God damned look in those hazel eyes…all spoke of
forever. And Jensen knew he wasn’t reading wrong, because like it or not, he
knew how to read Jared.
In retrospect, Jensen guiltily conceded, he could have been less hesitant in
his answer. Jared had gotten abrupt, and although it seemed unfathomable for
someone as hot as Jared to have a fear of rejection, it wasn’t totally unheard
of either. Jensen could have sucked it up and told Jared that he wanted him in
his future, so that fight wasn’t without his fair share of the blame. Already
forgiving him that, Jensen vowed to forget the incident in his mind, even as he
wouldn’t forget the lessons it taught him.
Quite truthfully, Jensen wasn’t even mad at all the pushing and shouting Jared
had done when he was demanding answers about who hit him. He wasn’t mad,
because he could understand the reaction so very well. Even half-conscious, he
remembered with vague clarity the moment Jared had walked in…
“Jen, baby, what happened? Oh, God, are you okay? I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so,
so fucking sorry. I should have…I didn’t…if I had…God, Jen, please just look at
me? Wake up? Let me see those big, beautiful eyes, Jen, open those eyes for me,
baby, please?”…
It’s okay, baby, it’s okay…everything’s gonna be alright…I gotcha Jen…”
That amount of concern, that level of fear and upset, the utter love that
couldn’t be disguised as it flowed through those words…it spoke volumes about
Jared’s reaction. He’d shouted and gotten as upset as he did out of love for
Jensen, out of a desire to protect him and the frustration that came from not
being able to. If anything, Jensen appreciated his anger because it was more
love than was shown to him in 10 years. Those tender hands lifting him, those
loving caresses and nuzzles and kisses…how could Jensen ever be mad about that?
But, then…this J.A.W. Initiative.
Jensen meant what he had thought earlier; he couldn’t be very mad at a betrayal
aimed at bringing him happiness. What was difficult to get over was the fact
that he felt lied to. He wondered what of him Jared really knew, and more than
that, he wondered if Jared understood why he was most upset about this. The
bottom line was that he needed to talk to them, soon.
He absently rubbed at his abdomen. Even after a couple hours, his gut still
churned in pain combined with this sickeningly familiar twist of fear.
What was he afraid of?
The image of Jared’s crushed expression barged into the front of his brain. The
sight shattered his heart and he whimpered as his eyes began to sting with
tears once more. He was afraid for Jared? Why? Unbidden, the thought of worst
case scenarios crossed his exhausted mind, of all the things a distraught and
distracted Jared could get hurt by. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind
before his cell rang.
Chris’ number flashed ominously on the screen, and while every atom in him
wanted to ignore the call, the same way he’d been doing all night, his
instincts were screaming at him to take this one.
That didn’t mean he’d have to be gracious about it.
“Fuck you,” he answered, voice cracking with pain.
“Jense, please man, I’m sorry,” Chris sighed, sounding miserable. “Just don’t
hang up. I need your help; it’s Jared.”
Jensen was fairly certain he’d never moved that fast before in his entire life.
Point blank ignoring the screaming protests of his traumatized body, Jensen
shot up from his place and grabbed his set of house keys. “I’m on my way to
you,” he told Chris shortly.
Moving quickly with injuries like his was like embedding salt in a bad open
wound, but Jensen soldiered on, terror churning in him as he contemplated what
could be wrong with Jared. Had he gotten hurt? Did he get jumped, or attacked
by an animal, or hit by a car? Like the loop of a Final Destination marathon,
horrible alternatives settled in his mind, spurring him on to move faster.
Deciding that this counted as an emergency situation, he boosted a car two
blocks over- turns out people are very unobservant at 10 after 1 in the
morning- and tramped the accelerator to Chris’ place, resolving to return the
car before sunrise and buy himself something cheap to run around with.
At Chris’ place, Jensen flew out of the car, barely aware of whether he’d
pulled the handbrake up or not. One hand still grasping protectively at his
middle, he threw open the door, face set in pain.
“Chris!” he called out roughly, a harsh bark that he could barely recognize as
his own voice as it was saturated with pain, fear, worry and panic.
The blue-eyed boy appeared immediately, rushing forward with a frown when he
noticed the tell-tale signs of Jensen being wounded. Before he could wrap an
arm around him in support, Jensen held up a hand, halting Chris’ progress. The
sharp sting of betrayal still smarted in Jensen and as much as he knew this
wasn’t the time to knock out their issues, he also knew that he wasn’t about to
just pretend that nothing was wrong.
Chris stopped, a crestfallen expression coming over his face that almost
changed Jensen’s mind. Almost.
“What happened?” Jensen asked, trying to bring the topic to focus. “Where’s
Jared?”
“I don’t know,” Chris answered heavily, meekly following Jensen’s unspoken
command to put their fight on hold, an action uncommon of the Alpha.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Jensen asked, an edge creeping into his
voice that he’d rarely heard before. “I thought he was here and there was
something wrong.”
“He’s not here, and that’s what’s wrong,” Chris said grimly. “His mom phoned to
see if he was here, and I covered for him, but that was 45 minutes after he
left here. I haven’t been able to track him down, and I thought he’d gone to
your house, but from your reaction I guess not.”
“Jesus, and this was how long ago exactly?” Jensen cursed, fear streaking
through him and mixing with the lingering hurt to produce a volatile anger.
“About four hours ago,” Chris cringed.
Dozens of emotions sizzled underneath the surface, but in a show of maturity,
Jensen pushed them aside to deal with the problem at hand. Fact of the matter
was, he needed to find Jared and make sure he was okay.
“I’ll go south of here, you go north, on foot, we’ll meet back here when we
find him,” Jensen instructed, more authoritative than he’d ever been before in
his entire life. To an extent, it surprised the hell out of him, but with the
threat of Jared being hurt, all bets were off. His shyness and uncertainty
melted away because he had no time for those emotions to be clouding his
judgment. All that was left was a steely determination to make sure Jared was
okay, and if- God forbid- he wasn’t, then heads would be rolling.
Jensen turned on his heel before waiting to see whether Chris would follow his
directive. He wasn’t entirely sure what was pushing him to head south, but
something in his blood, something hidden deep in his soul, told him that the
guy he loved- and he did love him, even though he had a moment of stupidity-
was somewhere south of here.
As much as he wanted to try to take the time to understand what all these
instinctive feelings he had about Jared meant, he also knew he couldn’t spare
that time. He could berate himself later for falling into one of those flaky,
love-at-first-sight moments, but now? He had a boyfriend to find.
Following these instincts proved to be a test of Jensen’s faith in himself.
Calling Jared’s name and pushing forward in a move uncharacteristic of the
Jensen that existed Pre-Jared, the green-eyed boy was forced to admit that
somehow, Jared’s complete confidence and faith in him had rubbed off somewhere
along the line. Reaching the forestry on the outskirts of town, Jensen hoped to
hell he’d be able to find his way back to the main road if he went in.
Turned out, he didn’t have to.
Slumped against a tree at the forest mouth, Jared’s eyes were closed and he was
unmoving, two things that damn near stopped Jensen’s breathing. His heart in
his throat, Jensen stumbled to Jared’s prone form.
“Jared?” he choked. “Jay, wake up…” he shook his shoulder slightly, tears
blurring his vision and his throat feeling as raw as though it’d been sliced
open. With shaking hands, he pressed two fingers against Jared’s throat,
sobbing in relief when a strong thudding beat against his icy fingers. Checking
him over cursorily and determining that he had no injuries, Jensen yanked
Jared’s still-unresponsive body to his, hugging him with a ferocity that
actually didn’t surprise him.
He sent Chris a quick text to meet him back at the house, and then summoning a
strength he didn’t even know he possessed, Jensen lifted Jared over his
shoulder in a fireman’s carry, not wanting to aggravate his middle by cradling
him; he would be of no use to Jared unconscious and bleeding out next to him.
He trudged back the way he came, ignoring it when the cuts he’d patched up
began to bleed again.
When he finally got back, Chris sprinted to him, seeing his faltering steps and
sensing that his strength was just about tapped out. Dropping to his knees,
Jensen allowed Chris to pull Jared’s arm around his shoulder and transfer
Jensen’s precious cargo to his shoulders.
“Do you have any clothes that would fit him?” Jensen asked quietly. “He’s
soaked through, I don’t want him to get cold.”
“Nothing,” Chris shook his head regretfully. “Why isn’t he waking up? Should we
be taking him to the hospital?”
“No,” Jensen shook his head. “I checked him over, he’s alright. He’s had a
pretty rough night, this is likely just his body’s way of forcing him to
recuperate. He’s protecting himself.” Chris nodded, looking reassured until he
glanced down at Jensen’s own soaked t-shirt, which had made the blood on it run
and it looked a dreadful sight. “Put him in the car,” Jensen instructed. “We’ll
take him to my place and settle him down properly.” Jensen sighed; there was no
point in trying to hide his house from them anymore, he would just have to hope
that there would be no more surprise visits.
They worked together wordlessly and Jen was glad Chris didn’t ask where the car
came from. True to his vow, Jensen dropped Chris and Jared off at his place,
settling them in the sitting room before quickly returning the car to its
unsuspecting owners. His whole body was close to shutting down for how much
he’d pushed it past its limits.
Walking gingerly into the house, he was beyond relieved to see Jared stirring.
Grabbing a towel from the linen closet, he went to stand next to Jared as he
came awake. Exhaustion-clouded hazel eyes locked on him, making Jared look
years younger. Softening slightly, Jensen held out the towel, and when Jared
made no move to take it, he stepped right in front of him, positioned between
his knees, and began to gently towel-dry his long locks of hair. Respecting
their need to be alone for a moment, Chris asked Jensen where the kitchen was,
claiming he was going to bring some water for both of them. In a succinct, low
voice, Jensen answered him, still not looking away from Jared’s hair. Try as he
might, he couldn’t make eye contact just yet.
“Jen…” Jared murmured.
“Why would you just run off like that?” Jensen interrupted softly, his worry
and anger and relief all melting into his voice. “Why didn’t you go home?” His
unspoken words hung heavily in the air; you scared me senseless.
Jared didn’t answer, but the puppy-dog eyes he aimed at Jensen was effective
enough. His anger dissipated immediately and he laid the towel on Jared’s lap
with a sigh.
“I’m going to get you some dry clothes, you’re wet to the bone. You want to
take a shower?” Jared nodded listlessly and Jensen’s heart squeezed in
sympathy, but still he trooped wearily up the stairs to grab a pair of Eric’s
sweats and a hoodie. Jensen’s would never fit Jared’s tall body, and although
the size would be baggy on Jared’s leaner frame, at least he would be warm.
He hadn’t even been 10 minutes, so it surprised him (and unfortunately also
warmed his heart) to see Jared had cuddled on to the couch and fallen straight
back to sleep, a cute little furrow to his brow. As much as he worried about
the taller boy’s comfort, he couldn’t bear to wake him up now. Gently, he
nudged Jared and maneuvered him into a semi-sitting position where he mostly
slumped against Jensen. He wrestled Jared’s still-soaked t-shirt off and,
trying hard not to admire the expanse of chiseled chest that would have made
Adonis jealous, he tenderly pushed the sweatshirt over Jared’s torso, deciding
that the jeans could stay.
Jared immediately curled back to sleep, and Jensen allowed himself the tiniest
of smiles, deciding that now was as good a time as any in their relationship to
find out that Jared was not a good person to wake up.
With a small frown, he realized that even in his head, he’d still referred to
them as a relationship. Snap. It seemed that every part of him seemed inclined
to forgive Jared.
Sighing, he pulled the afghan hanging over the back of the couch and draped it
over Jared, absently pushing back a lock of hair that came over his eyes before
he straightened up. Chris was waiting patiently, leaning against the archway
leading to the living room, observing the show of love with a tiny bittersweet
smile on his face. Jensen approached him warily, not wanting to talk just yet,
but unwilling to fight either.
“I’ll just head back home…” Chris started uncertainly, scuffing the toe of his
sneakers anxiously against the floor. Jensen smiled inwardly; so obviously
repentant, Jen couldn’t find it in himself to doubt the sincerity of Chris’
friendship. While he might have before, he just couldn’t see any part of Chris
doing anything unless he meant it.
He didn’t quite know where all this trust had suddenly come from, but damn if
Chris and Jared, despite their little antics, weren’t the ones most deserving
of that kind of trust.
And a little slack.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you walk back in the pouring rain,”
Jensen stated quietly. “I don’t want you to get sick or hurt any more than I
wanted Jared. Stay in our guest room tonight. I can lend you my sweats and a
shirt.” Jensen didn’t even question whether Chris would hear his unspoken
words; I’m not ready to fully forgive you yet, but you’re crazy if you think we
can’t get past this.
“Are you sure?” Chris asked, a hopeful glint in his eye. Jensen nodded, happy
knowing that Chris had heard what he couldn’t say.
“I’m sure.”
###
Never again would Jensen underestimate the power of a bath.
Sure, he loved showers; the pulsating jets of steaming hot water were his
salvation more times than he could count. But at the moment, lying in scorching
bath water did his bruises more wonder than he had ever thought possible.
Jensen had woken up before Chris and Jared, a product of last night’s drama
playing on a loop in his head, and the pain he still felt scissoring through
his body which felt, for all it’s abuse, like it had been through a meat
tenderizer. Not wanting to wake either boy up with the noise a long shower
would make, Jensen had decided to suck it up and take a bath.
And God damn, what a life-changer that had been.
The water was beginning to cool after the fourth time he’d refilled hot water
to it, and his skin was beginning to prune, but Jensen’s muscles were looser
and he was in much less pain that he had been in since last night. The bruises
were there, and pretty spectacular, and time in the bath water had given him
ample opportunity to look at every scar and bump and bruise. He felt self-
conscious of them all, aware now of just how much of his body was covered in
scars from his past. Most of them were relatively small; a testament to his
practiced ease of stitching himself up. There was one scar across his belly
that he was most conscious of, because it was one he hadn’t treated himself.
That was from the time Adam had put him in the hospital.
But that was a story to think about…well, never again, hopefully. Closing his
eyes against the memories that were trying to assault him, Jensen relaxed
further down in the water, focusing on his breathing and gratifying in the
small fact that the steam made that feat easier. Once he felt he could get out
of the tub without doubling over in agony, he did so, unplugging the drain to
get rid of the water and wrapping a towel around his waist. He darted quickly
to his room, aware of the need to hide his scarred body from his guests, and
quickly dried himself. Uncaring of his appearance, he took comfort over fashion
and hastily donned his sweats and Cas’ old sweatshirt that he (still) had no
intention of returning. Jensen snorted when he realized he generally only wore
the sweater when he’d been beaten, because it was so baggy, it never touched
the bruises. Nevertheless, he appreciated the small modicum of comfort it
afforded him.
Padding softly to the kitchen, art folder and sketch book tucked neatly under
his arm, Jensen checked on both his guests before setting his things down on
the large kitchen table and rifling around the cupboards for something to make
for breakfast. He’d fully restocked their pantry just a few days ago, after
selling one of his paintings online, so he decided to make pancakes, bacon and
eggs.
About half an hour later, bacon was sizzling on the frying pan, the pancake
batter was mixed and ready to fry, and Jensen was sketching mindlessly as he
stood by the stove, waiting to flip the bacon. His pencil was flying over the
paper as he sketched, broad sweeping arcs quickly transforming into sharp
little swipes as the need presented itself. As he worked, Jensen realized that
the soft grey tones were taking on the shape of a starry sky. He’d drawn the
stars, the murky looking clouds, and now, he was drawing the full moon, peeking
out from behind a few wisps of a murky, more darkly shaded cloud. He hummed in
approval, a low sound at the back of his throat. This was a moderate sketch,
one he could make better with his paints. The sound of the bacon popping and
footsteps coming down the hall brought him out of his reverie. Deciding that
not burning breakfast was more important, Jensen turned his attention to the
frying pan, busily flipping the pieces over and congratulating himself with an
inward pat on the back when he found they were crisp to perfection. He didn’t
have to turn around, though, to know it was Jared.
“My mom says I have an internal alarm bell that rings when I smell food.”
Jensen grinned ever so slightly as he piled the bacon on a plate. Switching
another plate on the stove to low, he got out a spatula and a spoon and grabbed
the pancake batter. “I hope you’re fine with bacon, eggs and pancakes?”
“Are you kidding?” Jared snorted. “I’m coming to live with you.” He stopped
abruptly, and awkwardness pressed upon them. Jensen was sick of it by now; they
needed to talk this out.
“I need to multi-task,” he waved the spatula to indicate his point. “We’re
going to talk about this over frying pancakes.”
“Right now?” Jared asked uncertainly.
Jensen nodded determinedly. “Right now.”
###
~*Jared*~
It was the sound of gentle footfalls that woke Jared up.
He didn’t need to question how he knew it was Jensen, the scent of his mate
wafting into his senses and confirming his thoughts. He awoke slowly,
remembering last night in bits and fuzzy pieces.
Somehow, from the forest, he’d ended up in Jen’s house, on the couch. Even if
he wasn’t so finely attuned to his mate’s feelings, the relief hanging off
Jensen was almost palpable, so Jared assumed he’d been missing for some time.
Judging from the lack of Feds and rapidly mass-produced milk cartons with his
picture on it, no one had told his mom he’d been missing, so he dismissed that
particular stress. His brain and body had chosen that particular moment to shut
off against all the stress he was dealing with, and as such, his mind was
sluggish and uncooperative. His mouth felt like it had been stuffed full of
cotton wool and his body felt weighted down and clumsy. Even as Jen had dried
his hair, so carefully as if he was made of glass, Jared couldn’t make himself
offer to do it himself, or thank his mate for taking care of him. He decided to
take a shower, try to restart his brain so he could talk to Jensen, who looked
crushed with worry when he asked him why he’d run off. Unable to dredge up any
kind of coherent response, Jared had simply sought comfort from the green pools
of Jensen’s eyes. They had turned warmer at his gaze, and somehow, Jared hadn’t
felt so lost after that. When Jen had left, he remembered wanting to curl up
and wrap himself with the warmth of Jensen’s eyes and love.
And now it was morning. Apparently his mind and body had decided that it needed
the rest of the night off, because Jared felt fine when he woke up now. The
smell of sizzling bacon danced over his senses and he pulled himself up,
realizing now that Jen had grappled with him enough to push a dry sweater over
him. Padding softly on bare feet, Jared automatically gravitated to where he
could smell his mate was. His stomach growled in appreciation of the smell and
the fact that his mate was associated so closely with the smell.
Jared stopped in the doorway, glancing first at all the pencils and papers
scattered over the table. Two books, both overflowing with loose pages, sat one
on top of the other, and an array of stationery as well as larger sheets of
papers were strewn over the countertop. His eyes traveled to where Jensen
stood, taking out the bacon, a writing pad and pencil discarded on the counter
next to him. His mom’s voice rang in his mind and he grinned inwardly at the
irony.
“My mom says I have an internal alarm bell that rings when I smell food.”
Really, he thought, my alarm bell rang when I smelt you.
Jared hated that he couldn’t see his mate’s face, and this fact alerted him to
the fact that Jen was wearing a sweater clearly not his own, for how baggy it
was on him.
“I hope you’re fine with bacon, eggs and pancakes?” the smile Jared heard in
Jensen’s voice eased the ball of tension in his stomach, even as he filed the
sweater away under “Questions To Ask Jen Later When He Isn’t Angry With Me”.
“Are you kidding?” he smirked unthinkingly. “I’m coming to live with you.”
Jared froze as soon as the words left his mouth.
Fuck, talk about foot-in-mouth disease.
Jensen’s brow furrowed slightly in the middle and his lower lip jutted out
before getting sucked into a vice grip between his teeth, in what Jared had
come to recognize and label as his Serious Face.
“I need to multi-task. We’re going to talk about this over frying pancakes,” he
asserted, jabbing his big, flat spoon thing in the air to drive his point
across. Jared briefly wondered why they would make a spoon flat and put slats
in them, before he decided it was possibly best he didn’t know.
“Right now?” he asked, hating how hesitant he sounded, almost as though he’d
actually asked what the big spoon was called.
“Right now,” Jensen nodded, pouring some of the batter on to the pan before
leaving it to settle before turning to face Jared. “What on earth were you
thinking, disappearing like that?” His voice was soft and gentle, but Jared
could hear a shadow of the strain and worry his mate had felt in his voice. The
Alpha took comfort from it; things could surely not be as bad as he thought if
Jen still worried that much about him?
“I wasn’t thinking,” he admitted, deciding honesty was probably his best
approach at the moment. “Everything just sort of crashed and burned when I
walked away from here thinking that I’d lost you.”
The hitch in Jensen’s breath was what made Jared glance up, just in time to see
his mate turn away, clear tears falling rapidly from both eyes.
This was all it took for instincts Jared didn’t even know he had to kick in,
unable to stand seeing the love of his life in pain. He strode forward in two
big steps and wrapped his arms tightly around Jensen. The green-eyed boy
resisted at first, pushing weakly at Jared’s big biceps, but Jared persisted,
holding tighter. He was rewarded when Jensen gave up any inclination to get
away, and melted into Jared’s desperate embrace. The occasional tremor wracked
his body as Jensen tried not to cry, and Jared tried to absorb each shiver and
eradicate them with his warmth.
“I don’t ever want to lose you, Jen,” Jared murmured the words he’d spoken just
the day before, and they hung heavier on his tongue as they took on a fiercer
meaning. “I’m so sorry.”
“The future argument, that was all my fault,” Jensen hiccupped. “I choked. I’m
sorry, I’m so sorry! I wanted to tell you so bad that I wanted you in my
future, but this is all happening so fast, and I don’t know how I could feel so
deeply after such a little space of time, and…”
“Shh, Jen,” Jared hushed, brushing soft little kisses on Jensen’s hair and
temple. “I know. I’m an idiot, I could have just told you myself. I just didn’t
want to pressure you…Chad explained in very colorful detail, what an ass I
behaved like.” Taking a deep breath, he pulled away enough to cup Jensen’s face
between two big palms, placing a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth before
pressing their foreheads together. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
Jensen sucked in a shaky breath, composing himself and dragging the back of his
hand over his eyes roughly. “I think I forgave you for that a long time ago.”
“When?” Jared asked somewhat playfully, thumbs brushing with infinite
gentleness to swipe away the tears Jensen had callously missed.
“About an hour after it happened,” Jensen admitted with a pout, scrunching his
nose in that most adorable way he had and pulling away to put on the next
pancake.
Jared laughed, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders. He knew that
the most important thing to apologize for, was the one thing they hadn’t spoken
about yet, and he also knew that he owed Jensen an explanation and a groveling
apology.
“Jen, about the J.A.W. Initiative…” he hesitated a split second before
ploughing right into his story. “It was just an idea me and Chris had, so that
I could woo you! It was nothing bad, I swear! In retrospect, I guess that I
shouldn’t have needed help wooing you, just that Chris was your best friend and
I really didn’t want to mess this up, because God knows I’ve messed up plenty
before, and I couldn’t afford to mess up with you, because you’re everything
and I would have never forgiven myself if I’d messed up, of course, I’ve
already messed up now…” he cringed, without stopping his monologue, “but that’s
not the point, really, the point is that I thought I needed the help, but I
actually didn’t, all Chris really did was tell me what you said, and it wasn’t-
no offense, Jen- it wasn’t very helpful because it was all so generalized, but
then we spoke on the phone the whole week and I never wanted to stop talking to
you, and somewhere along the line I realized that you were right all along, and
that I could woo you just by listening to what you said, not that it was
difficult to do that because everything you say is just so interesting and
different to other people, but fact of the matter was that the whole thing was
just a way to try to make sure that I could charm you, and…”
“Jesus, Jared, breathe!!!” Jensen cut across his rant, alerting Jared to the
fact that his highly amused mate had been trying to interject for several
minutes now. Jared gulped in a mammoth breath, belatedly realizing that his
chest was burning with a need for air. He grinned sheepishly at Jensen, who had
an entertained little grin playing on his lips as he expertly flipped and then
put on the last batch of pancakes. “Don’t pass out on me, Jay.”
Jared beamed, his heart soaring at the beloved nickname that had been glaringly
missing for the past 15 hours or so. “Okay,” he managed to utter, a dopey smile
still gracing his love-struck face.
“Jay,” Jensen started gently. “I figured all that out last night. I thought
about everything, and the thing is, is that I don’t think you or Chris really
get what’s bugging me about this. I was hurt that you guys lied to me, and
inadvertently played me, but I can’t be too upset about that since you were
trying to charm me, and that is by far one of the sweetest things anyone has
ever done for me.”
“Jen…” Jared’s heart squeezed in pain. “Sweetheart, I never meant to…you know I
never wanted to hurt you…”
“Neither did I,” Chris’ voice came from the entrance to the kitchen and it was
a testament to Jared’s remorseful pain that he didn’t even hear the alpha
coming.
“I know,” Jensen maintained quietly, looking between them both. “Even as mad as
I was, I couldn’t even entertain the possibility that either of you wanted to
hurt me. What gets to me is the fact that I gave that advice regarding Sophia,
not me.”
“So I didn’t charm you right?” Jared asked in confusion.
“No, you did,” Jensen refuted, trying to figure out how to get his point
across. “But everything I told Chris to do was things that were really sweet
and thoughtful and great, which fits Sophia, because she seems like a nice
person, but not me. Sophia deserves to be wooed with that much effort and time,
she’s worth that. I’m just…”
“Stop!” Jared interrupted harshly. “You’re not just anything. You’re
everything, Jen…God, you’re fucking everything. You’re worth all of that, and
so much more…how could you even think…”
“Jensen,” Chris’ low timbre cut through Jared’s disbelieving fumbles. “Man,
you’re upset because you think that you don’t deserve that level of adoration?”
Jensen nodded uncomfortably, busying himself by stacking the last of the
pancakes next to the other ones. He lowered the heat and moved the frying pan,
preparing to make the eggs, when he was gently pulled away from the stove and
turned around to face Chris. Jared was still unable to comprehend how his mate
had thought so far from the truth.
“You’re worth more than any of that, but the thing is, is that nothing in the
world is worthy of wooing you,” Chris said steadily, his grip firm on Jensen’s
shoulders. He moved one hand up to grip the back of his neck, maneuvering his
face until their eyes met. “I would have told Jared to get you the sun, the
moon and the stars if I thought he could.”
Jared watched as the weight of the words impressed itself upon Jensen, and
tears made his boyfriend’s eyes shine. Both Jared and Chris meant those words,
and Jared knew he would have to make sure that Jensen did too, someday soon.
“Fuck, Chris,” Jensen finally replied, and judging from the teasing smile
playing on his face as he placed his hand over his heart, there was an inside
joke Jared didn’t know. “I think I just fell in love with you.”
The growl that came from Jared’s chest had both of them bursting into laughter
that melted the tension like it was butter on a barbecue.
“Damn, Freckles,” Chris ruffled Jensen’s hair fondly. “I thought we weren’t
going to tell Jay-Man about our illicit love affair?” Even knowing they were
joking did nothing to quell the fire of jealousy that flared up in Jared’s
chest.
“Fuck, Chris, I like you, but you better be joking,” he bit off. The other boy
laughed and Jensen stepped forward tentatively to wrap his arms around Jared’s
waist. He purred with pleasure at the contact, feeling like a part of him had
been returned to him; as though not having Jensen in his arms was like taking
away a vital organ…
…like his heart.
This time, Jared noticed as Chris discreetly slipped away to give them some
space. Leaning down, he trailed soft little nips and kisses all the way along
Jen’s jaw, then down his neck, stopping to suck at the hollow at the base of
his throat. Jensen shivered and ground lightly forward, Jared almost dropping
from the pleasure that fogged his mind, not even fighting against the purrs
that rumbled deep in his chest.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Jensen Ackles,” Jared murmured
into his mate’s hair. “I’ve been waiting my entire life for you, and nothing in
the world will ever measure up to you. Nothing will ever mean as much, or be
worth as much to me as you. You deserve more than the world, please let me give
you that.” He pulled away and cupped Jensen’s cheek in one big palm. “You’re
everything to me, Jen.”
“You’re even more to me, Jay,” Jensen admitted, looking down bashfully.
“There’s only one thing I’d like to know now.” His mate looked up, a more
playful sparkle in his eyes that Jared had missed fiercely.
“What’s that?” he asked, butting his nose against the top of Jensen’s jaw, a
wolfish display of affection that he couldn’t withhold.
Jensen grinned mischievously. “How do you like your eggs?”
###
Chapter End Notes
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***** The Date *****
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~*Jared*~
 
While Jensen was frying the eggs, Jared decided to help set the table. It
didn’t escape his attention, how domestic it felt, and it filled him with a
sappy sense of satisfaction.
Approaching the table, he was greeted once more by the sight of all the books
and papers strewn over the surface. Picking one up at random, he wondered what
on earth his mate had been busy with.
The sight that met him took his breath away in a barely audible whoosh.
It was an oil painting in magnificent detail, depicting the sun rising high
over a mountain crest. Barely discernible arcs of silver and yellow expertly
giving the impression of rays of light were strewn tastefully over the snow-
capped, jagged mountaintop. The sky was what caught his eye the most, it’s
blend of colors and the slight smattering of stars that still lingered looking
lifelike in its detail. Jared would have sworn it was a photo if not for the
intricate little symbol at the right hand bottom corner; the letter J
inordinately woven around an A.
“Jen, you drew this?” Jared breathed in awe. Jensen turned around, blushing
when he saw what Jared was holding up.
“Yeah,” he nodded, looking chagrined. “They’re not very good, but it’s
relaxing…”
“Are you kidding me?” Jared raised his eyebrows with a scoff. “This is
brilliant, I can barely find the words…Jen, you’re an amazing artist!”
“Thanks,” he beamed at the praise, even as he inclined his head shyly. “I’m no
expert, but I love doing it.”
Jared thumbed through the pages; various pen and pencil sketches, oil paintings
and a couple of coal drawings met his gaze, some of Jen’s trench-coated friend,
some of nature, one with a phoenix rising from the ashes. The last one in the
second book caught his eye the most.
It was an oil work of a beautiful, smiling woman; her hair flowed loose around
her shoulders and she was sitting in a bed of flowers of the most exuberant
colors. A testament to Jen’s skill, her eyes seemed to sparkle through the
canvas and her curved lips made Jared feel that she was about to start
laughing.
“Jen, who’s this?” Jared asked, feeling the weight of the question hang over
him, even if he wasn’t entirely sure why.
Jensen glanced at him, flipping the last omelet on to a plate. His eyes filled
with sadness and he unconsciously curled a little into himself, turning to
brace his palms on the counter. Jared put the painting down carefully, coming
to wrap his arms around Jensen’s waist from behind. He rested his chin on Jen’s
shoulder, angling forward to press a chaste kiss to the sensitive spot beneath
his ear. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he added, squeezing
him lightly.
“I know,” he nodded, turning his head to the side to rest it against the top of
Jared’s head. “She was my foster mom,” he said finally. “She died in an
accident when I was 8.”
“Oh, Jen, I’m sorry,” Jared murmured regretfully. “I shouldn’t have…”
“No,” Jensen shook his head, turning in Jared’s grasp to rest his hands over
Jared’s chest. “I want you to know more about me. I know that I’m about as
forthcoming as a mob boss with lockjaw sometimes, but I’m going to try.”
Jared felt a wave of emotion come over him, and he pressed his lips firmly to
Jensen’s, taking his mate by surprise. Jen opened up easily for him when he
flicked his tongue over his mate’s bottom lip, and Jared plundered his mouth,
chasing the taste of his mate and running possessive hands over Jensen’s body
that finally came to rest, one grasping his hips and the other slipping down to
grope covetously at the sexy curve of his ass. Jensen rolled his hips forward,
slipping one leg between Jared’s muscular thighs, making the Alpha groan and
rock into him to get some friction to his increasingly hardening cock, a
desperate mass of wantminematenow at the moment.
Jared manhandled him, pushing him against the counter and lifting him to perch
on it’s edge. Jensen let out a small squeak that had Jared grinning against his
mouth. Slipping his hand underneath Not-Jensen’s sweatshirt, Jared fluttered
his fingers softly over the smooth skin of the small of his mate’s back,
delving teasingly over the top of his ass. Jensen arched with a mewl, and Jared
bit back his instinctive groan. So fucking responsive…
“Gah! Get a room, Jesus Christ,” Chris’ voice burst through their little bubble
of heated desire, effectively cooling them both off. Jared grinned as Jensen’s
cheeks burned a bright red; he pressed a teasing kiss to the pulse point in
Jen’s throat and let him slide back down from the edge of the counter, enjoying
how this essentially had his mate brushing down the length of his body.
“Technically, the kitchen is a room,” Jensen retorted tartly, and Jared had to
smirk with pride at the way his mate could still spark back and fight, even in
light of his chagrin. His Jen was feisty, and unlike most meat-headed Alphas,
Jared would have it no other way. It was a part of Jensen that made him Jensen.
Jared would never want him to lose that. “Besides,” Jensen threw a dish cloth
at the chuckling alpha, “my house, Kane. I can kiss my boyfriend wherever I
want. So there.” Jensen stuck his tongue out and cuddled into Jared’s side.
Jared shook his head fondly, laughing freely at the amused look on Chris’ face
as he looped an arm around Jensen’s waist. He was disappointed at the lack of
belt loops on the sweatpants, so he settled for hooking his thumb on the edge
of Jensen’s pocket. If he minded the action, Jensen never showed it, and Jared
enjoyed having that connection; it was a symbol to him, that he would never-
could never- let his mate go.
Chris shook his head at Jensen, smiling softly, and Jared could see the other
boy’s love clear as day in his eyes. Consciously reminding himself that Kane
felt brotherly love for Jensen, Jared still couldn’t help but loop his other
arm around Jensen and press a light, possessive kiss to the top of his head, a
show of ownership, maybe, but then, this was his mate- Jared figured he was
entitled to fend off any possible outside interest in the love of his life.
The paintings and drawings were scattered across the table, as Jared had left
them, and he stiffened when he saw them catch the blue-eyed alpha’s attention.
He wasn’t sure whether Jensen was willing to share his art yet, seeing as how
he hadn’t told them about it all until then. Jen looked up when he felt Jared
tense, and he turned to look at Chris. Surprisingly, he simply turned in
Jared’s arms, relaxing against him with his back to Jared’s chest, and observed
Chris looking at the artwork. Jared took his cue from Jensen, unwinding his
tense stance and watching the moment that it dawned on Chris, that Jensen had
been the one to do all that.
“Jesus Christ…” he mumbled, still looking through the drawings slowly and
whistling appreciatively under his breath. “Fuck, Freckles, did you do all
this?”
“Guilty,” Jensen nodded, biting his lower lip. “They’re just rough work,
though…”
Jared tightened his arms around his mate, hating how much he underestimated
such an awe-inspiring talent. Jared swore inwardly that he was going to rectify
the wrongs that had been done to his gorgeous green-eyed soul mate, and that he
was going to exact a special brand of avengement on whoever made Jensen doubt
himself.
Justice a la Jared.
And it was going to start with one Christian Kane if he continued to keep his
trap shut and leave Jensen in suspense.
He narrowed his eyes at the other alpha, barely suppressing a warning growl.
Chris continued to look at all the pieces, stopping; like Jared; at the
painting of Jen’s mom. Seeming to sense the line Jared had toed over earlier,
he simply laid the canvas delicately on the middle of the table, then turned to
look straight at Jensen with a serious face.
“If this is your rough work, then you’re going to be a millionaire by 30 if you
take the time, kid,” he stated frankly.
Jensen snorted, the relief in his laugh obvious as he pulled away from Jared’s
arms to gather the canvases and pages. Jared felt the loss immediately, and he
rebelled against his human urge to pout and his wolfish urge to howl. Jensen
cleared the table, arguing with Chris all the while about whether his paintings
were good or not. Jared stepped back from their friendly, brotherly bantering
moment, and made use of the distraction to really look at Jensen.
His movements were stilted from the beating he took yesterday, and Jared still
wondered who the mystery person was that had whaled on his beautiful mate. He
had the faintest whiff of a scent, not enough to follow, but that wasn’t
something he could address right now. He forced himself to think on the other
things; the graceful efficiency that Jen operated with. The easy smile that
quirked his full lips upwards far too seldom than it should be. The way his
broad shoulders were, for once, relaxed, and the way the crinkle in the middle
of his forehead seemed lost in the smooth, worry-line free face that Jared
could swear had been imprinted directly on his soul.
Jensen threw his head back at that precise moment and laughed loud, a belly-
deep, rumbling sound that stole Jared’s next heartbeat, and right then and
there, Jared knew what the most beautiful part of his Jensen was.
As though he could sense his gaze and thoughts, Jensen turned around, green
pools of warmth searching Jared out, full lips breaking into a full-on smile as
his gaze came to rest on him. It lit Jared up from the inside, and in that
single moment?
Everything was right in Jared’s world.
###
“He’s hurt bad, Jared.”
Chris’ voice penetrated Jared’s happy fog, effectively busting his good vibes
as Jensen’s bruises came to mind. The awful picture of him on the floor, bloody
and beaten, sprang to the back of his eyelids and he swallowed convulsively.
“I know, man,” Jared answered with a world-weary sigh. Anger twisted his gut,
and he clenched and unclenched his fists, the repetitive action speaking
volumes about his frustration. “But I don’t know what to do if he won’t talk to
me.”
“He’s tight-lipped with me too,” Chris huffed, kicking angrily at the sidewalk
as they walked to their houses. "We can’t push him though, or he’ll never open
up.”
“I don’t want to push,” Jared agreed softly, thinking about Jensen’s confession
when they spoke that morning.
I want you to know more about me. I know that I’m about as forthcoming as a mob
boss with lockjaw sometimes, but I’m going to try.
He was getting further with Jen than he’d thought possible at the beginning of
all of this. It meant so much more that Jared hadn’t had to probe and poke and
Spanish Inquisition him; Jensen had come to him, he wanted to share with Jared
without any prompting and that felt to Jared like a priceless gift. The gift of
immense and astounding trust, given to him when he’d least deserved it, making
it all the more precious.
How could he possibly belittle such a gift by goading Jen into talking to him?
It would only push the other boy away…Jared would just have to trust his mate
to come to him on his own.
“What happens if, in some inherently-Jensen, self-sacrificing move, he doesn’t
come to you?” Chris asked in disbelief, when Jared spoke his intention.
“I have to trust him,” Jared repeated grimly. “I’ve been trying so hard to get
him to turn to me, to rely on me, without any sort of reciprocation. Maybe the
best way to get him to trust me, is to start by trusting him.”
Chris was quiet for a moment, before he nodded. “That’s a pretty good point,
Padalecki. I don’t like our odds, but I guess there isn’t really a better plan
at the moment.”
“Nope,” Jared agreed somberly. Thinking of Jensen’s laugh, his spirit lifted
slightly. “What I can do, is show him one hell of a first date tonight.”
“You need help with that plan, Romeo?” Chris asked with a teasing grin, and
while Jared was amazed at the yards their something-resembling-friendship had
taken, he was also grateful for it. All because of Jen, somehow, he was sure.
“No,” he laughed, declining the offer. “I think it’s best you and me don’t make
plans for a little while,” he grinned ruefully. “Besides…I got this one.”
 
~*Jensen*~
Jensen took his time cleaning the house and erasing all traces of his overnight
guests. Eric had phoned earlier, simply barking out a slurred announcement that
he was going to be gone the rest of the weekend, and Jensen was glad for the
reprieve.
He had just had another, very relaxing bath, when he remembered that he was
supposed to have a date with Jared tonight. Was it still on, despite their
little fight? Or was there a making-up period before they could go on a date?
His gut told him to be ready, because knowing Jared, he wouldn’t allow a silly
thing like social norm postpone a date he’d been working towards for weeks.
Feeling so much better after his scalding hot soak in the tub, Jensen felt
something creep up on him that he hadn’t felt in long, long years.
Excitement.
It pounded a jagged rhythm in his heart, butterflies assaulting his stomach and
a ridiculous grin playing on his lips. Nervous energy came off him in waves,
and for once, he embraced it. He had never felt this way about Adam; maybe a
little jittery, sure, but never completely wrecked, can’t-stop-smiling, white
hot energized!
After succumbing to the stereotype and trying on four different outfits, he
decided on the one he thought was the best of the worst. Jensen felt
subconscious in his dark, faded jeans (with the artful rips he’d made after
ripping one hole by accident) paired with the green V-neck that clung tightly
to his upper body for how small it was becoming. He scuffed the toes of his old
sneakers against the floor, biting his lip unconsciously as he debated whether
he looked fine or not.
Before he could decide to change into something else, there was an almost
ominous knock on the front door. His heart leaped into his throat, and a wide
smile broke over his face. It was as though all the blood in his arms
concentrated in his neck, as a flush crept up his throat and his palms got
clammy.
Either this is normal for a first date, which means I did the first date wrong
with Adam, or I’m dying, which would really be just my luck, he thought
ruefully, a giggle bordering on hysterical bubbling in his throat. Taking a few
cleansing breaths, he finally mustered the courage to open the door.
Those little breathing exercises? Completely and utter pointless considering
the fact that Jared looked nothing short of breathtaking. Dressed in dark navy
jeans that were tea-stained on the thighs, and a navy hoodie jacket over a grey
button-down hanging untucked, Jared left his mouth dry and his throat working
convulsively as he tried to breathe and find the words to tell Jared how
amazing he looked. Jared’s own words stopped in his throat as he looked at
Jensen, and the bright smile froze, a look of wonderment and awe slipping into
darkening hazel orbs as they stood for a minute just drinking each other in. If
Jensen didn’t know any better, he’d have said that Jared was as stunned
speechless by his appearance as he was by Jared’s…but that wasn’t possible. He
looked downright scruffy next to the taller boy.
“You look absolutely gorgeous, Jen,” Jared finally managed to get out, a smile
twisting his lips as Jensen looked confused. “You got plans tonight, hot
stuff?”
Jensen blushed and grinned bashfully, nerves wreaking havoc on his insides.
“Yeah,” he cleared his throat in an attempt to sound normal. “Yeah, I have
plans.”
Jared’s face crumpled in temporary confusion. Forehead and nose scrunched in
the most adorable way, he cocked his head to the side and aimed wide eyes at
Jensen. “Plans with me, right?” he clarified. “You don’t have plans with anyone
else? We were just joking around?”
And just like that, all of Jensen’s nerves and shyness was gone. He let out a
body-shaking laugh and Jared grinned softly at him. “Yeah, Jay,” he nodded,
still chuckling. “Plans with you.”
“Good,” Jared bobbed his head up and down happily. “It would have been a little
awkward otherwise.”
Jared stepped towards Jensen, pulling him into his arms. He relaxed in the
strong warmth Jared always offered, sighing contentedly when his boyfriend
butted the bottom line of his jaw softly with his nose, and Jared nuzzled into
the side of his neck when he tilted his head up in an almost submissive
gesture.
“You really do look stunning sweetheart,” Jared breathed, trailing kisses up to
his ear before biting the lobe softly and sucking it into his mouth. Jensen
panted at the sensation and instinctively rocked into Jared, bunching the
material of his shirt in clenched fists. Jared trapped his ear between his
teeth and grazed it as he pulled away, just bordering on a sting of pain.
Jensen’s breath was already ragged and he tried desperately to pull in a
lungful of air.
“You’re not looking so bad yourself, Jay.” His voice was rough and almost
unrecognizable as it was saturated with desire. He grinned, a moment of
confidence coming over him. “As Misha would say, you look like sex on legs.” He
punctuated his statement with a teasing little roll of his hips that had Jared
biting down on his neck. Jensen let out a strangled gasp as Jared sucked
unforgivingly on the spot, forgetting any intention they had of going out in
favor of being pressed against every last inch of Jared’s hard, toned body.
“You carry on like that, with that deep rough voice and those sexy little
teases, then we aren’t going to leave your house tonight,” Jared promised in a
dark murmur that was so full of desire that Jen automatically shivered.
“You say that like it’s supposed to be a threat instead of a promise,” he
answered without thinking, “I would have no problem being housebound.”
“Bound…” Jared smirked saucily. “Now there’s an idea worth exploring,” he
winked lecherously and Jensen moaned at the implication.
“Now who’s teasing?” He couldn’t help the pout that spread over his face. Jared
laughed throatily and seemed to force himself a few steps back.
“The whole point of the J.A.W Initiative was to woo you, Jen,” he grinned. “I
didn’t get into so much trouble, just to back out at the first date. And I
planned the whole thing with no help from Chris, so I’m really anxious to see
whether I was being too presumptuous when I turned down the help.”
“Your wish, my command,” Jensen winked, a responding flush of desire painting
his chest and neck red as Jared’s eyes darkened at the inflection. Jensen made
a mental note to explore this little kink of Jared’s as he grabbed his keys and
ran a hand through his hair. “Let’s go.”
It was almost amusing, and it was definitely adorable how quickly the change
came over Jared. He went from a lusty, hungry guy ready to shove him against
the nearest wall, to the over-excited, gentle giant that somewhat resembled a
puppy. Taking his hand gently, Jared led him to the truck and even went so far
as to open his door for him.
Jensen put the back of his hand to his forehead, fluttering his lashes
dramatically. “Chivalry is not dead,” he proclaimed, smirking at Jared’s
antics. The taller boy barked a loud laugh, blushing lightly.
“Shut up, I’m nervous,” he defended as he hopped in on the driver’s side, brown
eyes sparkling.
“Don’t be,” Jensen smiled warmly. “It’s just me.”
Jared leaned over the console and caught Jensen’s lips in a searing kiss that
made his head spin. “When are you ever going to learn,” he asked softly, breath
wafting temptingly over Jen’s face, “that you’re never just anything?”
Jensen didn’t answer, but in a show of boldness that he wouldn’t have
associated with himself a few weeks ago, he leaned up and kissed the side of
Jared’s neck, just below his strong jaw. Jared smiled at him, the soft and
enamored look telling him that it didn’t escape Jared’s attention that it was
the first time Jensen had been the one to initiate a kiss. Jared grabbed his
hand after reversing out of the driveway. The tall, hazel-eyed boy kept their
interlinked hands resting lightly on his upper thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle
circles on Jensen’s palm.
“Where are we going?” Jensen asked as Jared took the turn-off that took them
out of town. Jared smiled mysteriously and brought the hand he was holding to
his mouth to pepper small kisses over Jen’s knuckles. Jensen thought it was a
pretty good compensation for not telling him where they were going.
When they finally did pull up, it was next to the mouth of the forestry on the
edge of town, not the same place that Jensen had found Jared before, but around
the same district.
“If you brought me here to make out, we could have done that at my house,”
Jensen teased with a grin.
Jared rubbed the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign that nerves were taking
hold once more. Jensen reached out and fondly pushed a lock of his hair behind
his ear, following the path until he was tugging lightly on the ends of Jared’s
hair. He leaned into the touch, and Jensen made another mental reminder that
Jared loved it when Jensen petted his hair.
“I’m going to love whatever we’re doing, because I’m doing it with you,” Jensen
reassured him softly, flushing at the raw truth in his words.
But it was definitely worth it for the dazzling smile that lit up Jared’s face
as he held Jensen’s hand where it was and leaned in to steal a kiss.
“We’re going for a picnic, in my favorite place in the whole world,” Jared told
him when they broke apart. “I haven’t showed this place to anyone before, I
wanted to share it with you.”
Jensen’s heart squeezed with- he had to admit it now- love. What else could it
be with this gentle, loving, caring, amazing boy?
Wordlessly, Jared took a picnic basket- and yes, he’d actually found a picnic
basket for it- from the back and they headed on to a pathway. It thinned out as
they walked and Jensen understood why nobody else would have gone this far in;
it hardly seemed like a trail anymore, but his trust in Jared won out over his
doubts.
It was already approaching 6.05pm when they finally stepped out of the woodsy
landscape and smack into a wide, open clearing, picturesque in its beauty. The
odd crop of flowers brightened the meadow that was still bathed in the last
dredges of sunshine. It was warm, for the time was close to dusk, but not
chilly yet; the perfect blend to appreciate the beauty of the secluded place
without burning from the heat. Jensen couldn’t find his voice, but thankfully,
Jared had seen his speechlessness for what it was- awe.
“I know,” he murmured happily. “You like it?”
“I love this,” Jensen whispered, terrified that speaking too loud would somehow
shatter the illusion and everything would turn to ash. This place seemed to
stunning to be real.
“Beautiful,” he murmured reverently, as Jared came to his side, his gaze on
Jensen instead of the view.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Jared murmured, not taking his eyes off
Jensen, and good Lord wasn’t that cheesy? But good Lord, didn’t it work?
His insides melted and he turned into Jared, kissing the hollow at the base of
his throat. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“I was going to take you to some fancy restaurant, but I figured you could
appreciate this place as much as I do.”
Jensen smiled into his boyfriend’s chest. He remembered with stunning clarity
one of the first few doubts he’d had about the J.A.W. Initiative- what of me
does Jared really even know?- and immediately, his doubts vanished. Jared knew
him; he was right in saying that he hadn’t really needed Chris’ help.
“You figured perfectly,” Jensen told him, tilting his head up for a kiss and
enjoying the happy excitement that the small gesture brought to his boyfriend.
“You know me better than I thought, Padalecki.”
Jared grinned widely, looping his arms around Jensen and playing with the hem
of his t-shirt. “I’m really glad to hear you say so, Jen.”
They stood for a while, basking in the closeness and this newfound level they’d
ascended to. Jensen was all for luxuriating in the moment, but Jared suddenly
straightened, back rigid and eyes wide as he looked down at Jensen.
“What?” he asked in alarm, muscles tensing in the same way it always would
before a beating.
“Jen!” Jared exclaimed, bouncing a little on his feet, looking every bit the
eager puppy. “We just had our first fight!”
Jensen threw his head back with a loud laugh; he’d probably laughed more in the
past day than he had in…months?
No. Years.
A mischievous sparkle entered his eyes as he mustered up the courage for what
he was about to do; something he’d wanted to do since day one.
Hooking two fingers of each hand on either side of Jared’s belt loops, he used
all the power he had to yank Jared against him, their hips pressed flush
together, and claim his mouth in a deep, wet, dirty kiss. It didn’t take long
before Jared took control of the kiss, which suited Jensen just fine as Jared
wrapped one long arm around his waist, holding him there, and the other brought
up to cup his jaw. Steeling his nerves one more time, Jensen rocked forward and
ground his hardening cock demandingly against Jared’s, rocking relentlessly and
moaning loudly into their messy kiss.
Before Jensen could react, he found himself spun quickly around and pulled
back, the hard bulge in front of Jared’s jeans pressing in God, the most
amazing way against the curve of his ass. Jared moved his hands, bringing one
up to gentle angle his head up, so Jared could have access to his neck, and the
other roughly palming him through the coarse fabric of his jeans. The contrast
between the gentle hand and nips and suckling on his neck, and the rough hand
palming his jean covered crotch was almost too much to take as Jensen
whimpered, a needy sound from the back of his throat.
“You’re a fucking tease, Jen,” Jared growled, slowing his movements
torturously. “I bet you wouldn’t mind if I pushed you up against the tree and
fucked you hard and fast? In fact, you’ll probably love it, won’t you Jen?”
The image popped into Jensen’s mind, driving him almost mad with lust. “Fuck,
yes…” he moaned grinding forwards and backwards, unsure which ministrations he
was enjoying more.
“Stop!” Jared groaned into his ear, his voice completely wrecked. “You gotta
stop, Jen, or I really am going to fuck you into the tree, right here right
now.”
“Do it,” Jensen rumbled, voice thick with want. All he cared about at the
moment was feeling every inch of Jared, getting closer than he possibly could.
“No, we can’t,” Jared panted, forcibly pushing himself away.
The sharp and unforgiving sting of rejection bit deep into Jensen, and it was
as effective as a cold shower. How had he misread the situation so badly?
“Jen, no,” Jared spoke quickly, gathering him into his arms and holding him
tightly against his chest. Jensen placed his hands hesitantly on Jared’s chest,
feeling like a scolded kid. “No, sweetheart,” Jared’s whisper was hot on his
neck as Jared wrapped himself around Jensen’s body. “Our first time together is
not going to be like this, on the spur of the moment. It’s not going to be on
the first date, in the middle of a forest, against a tree that’s going to
scrape up your back. You’re too important to me, for me not to do this
properly.”
Jensen relaxed with each word, feeling treasured in Jared’s arms, something he
hadn’t felt since the last moments before his foster mom had died. Jared was
peppering his face with kisses and he nuzzled the side of Jen’s neck, butting
against him softly with his nose to get him to look up. He pressed their
foreheads together and Jensen felt, more than heard, their breathing sync up.
When Jared spoke, his lips brushed teasingly and just barely over Jensen’s.
“Not like this, but definitely soon,” he promised in a low whisper, lowering
one of his hands to rest possessively over the top of Jensen’s ass. Jensen
sighed happily and nodded, his forehead slipping down. Jared lifted his head up
with the motion and Jensen allowed his head to drop on to Jared’s chest. Jared
lowered his face, effectively tucking Jensen under his chin, and they stayed
like that for a while.
“Jay?” Jensen whispered.
“Mm?”
“We had our first fight, and our first make-up kiss,” he smirked devilishly,
trying to reclaim the moment. Jared laughed, kissing the top of his head
fondly.
“If that was the make-up kiss, then fuck, Jen, I can’t wait for the make-up
sex.”
Laying out the blanket Jared had brought, they had eaten their meal and were
now looking up at the sun setting, and Jensen wanted nothing more than to
sketch the beautiful view it produced. No sooner had the thought crossed his
mind before a sketch pad was dangled in front of him.
“I figured you’d want to sketch the view,” Jared grinned. “And if I’m honest, I
kind of want to see you work.”
If his life had depended on it, Jensen couldn’t have spoken a single word.
Kissing Jared deeply, he accepted the new sketch pad and proffered pencil, and
immediately began sketching furiously. He drew it from their vantage point,
drawing the edges of the checkered blanket and only their feet propped next to
each other. He drew the grass and flowers around them, then finally, the tall
trees in front of them, and above that, the sun setting.
“I love drawing the sun setting and rising, as you can see,” he mumbled while
he worked, finding himself wanting to explain his quirk to his boyfriend. “I
love it, because it shows a lot into the mindset of the person who looks at it.
I almost always draw it so that you can’t tell whether the sun is setting or
rising, and I love to find out what people see when they look at it; whether
they see a sun rising, and their lives at a new beginning, or if they see a sun
setting, and something coming to a close in their life.”
Jared didn’t answer, but Jensen knew it was more because he didn’t want to
interrupt Jensen’s drawing zone. He was vaguely aware that it was getting
steadily darker, and Jared had moved away from him for a moment, and after a
beat, soft light surrounded them. Still, he didn’t pick his head up, and Jared
simply sat at his back, one arm slung around him, content to just watch. By the
time he had finished the sketching and shading, it was dark, and in a moment of
inspiration brought on by gratitude at Jared’s patience, he sketched a quick,
big star to the right of the setting sun, using line inflections to emphasize
how brightly it was shining, even in the light of dusk.
“There was no star, Jen,” Jared spoke for the first time, a low contradiction.
“I know,” Jensen replied passively, beginning to outline initials inside the
star. “This is my star. It’s the Jay-Star. No matter where I am or what time it
is, I always know it’s there.” He couldn’t bring himself to care for how
clichéd he might have been being, because he meant every last word of it.
“Bright and stunning and always there.”
With that, Jensen finished off the letters: J-A-Y.
Handing it to him, Jensen finally looked up, and the sight took his breath
away. Draped around the trees were soft fairy lights, hundreds of them, making
the meadow look all the more magical. He sat up, kneeling on his knees. How
could he have missed this? It was so romantic and perfect, and he’d just
carried on drawing!
He turned to face Jared, ready to apologize profusely and thank him endlessly
for everything he was…but not for the first time, Jensen lost his words in his
throat. Jared was still sitting in the same position, still looking at the
sketch, still unmoving. He felt uncertainty rear its ugly head, and he bit his
already bruising bottom lip.
“I’m going to make it into an oil, it’ll look better then,” he promised
tentatively. “It’s just a rough pencil sketch at the moment, but…”
Jensen’s voice was cut off by his muted intake of breath as Jared looked up at
him, showing him the unshed tears glistening in his hazel eyes, the shiny sheen
a mockery of the spark that usually twinkled there. “Jay?” Jensen breathed,
making the address more of a question while he tried to hold himself together.
Seeing Jared on the verge of crying had him almost coming undone.
“The Jay-Star,” Jared murmured in a rough, choked voice, thick with potent
emotions. Jensen’s chest suddenly felt like it had caught alight in the most
spectacular way, and unbidden, his eyes began to burn with sensation of crying.
“Yeah,” he whispered back, loathe to intrude on the intimacy of their moment by
speaking even a little louder. “The Jay-Star.”
Without warning, Jensen found himself yanked forward and crushed to Jared. In a
swift motion, Jared flipped them over so that he was draped over Jensen. Jared
dipped his head so that their foreheads were pressed together and their lips
were inches apart.
“Thank you,” he said in a low, uneven drawl. “It’s stunning. It’s amazing. It’s
absolutely perfect. You’re absolutely perfect. Jen, I…just, thank you. Thank
you so much, Baby.”
He closed the space between them with the softest, most tender kiss Jensen had
ever experienced. Softly caressing, his lips and tongue traced and mapped every
inch of Jensen’s mouth, while his hand ever so gently worked at his jaw, one
thumb running reverent circles that coaxed Jensen into allowing him to delve in
deeper. The kiss was soft and unhurried, not nearly as hungry as desperate as
all their other kisses, but the inferno ignited between them just seemed all
the more powerful; a slow-burning blaze in place of a spontaneous combustion.
Jen was content to let his boyfriend take control, and Jared kept up the
languid pace that only seemed to ratchet up the heat between them.
I love you, Jensen thought, excited for the day he could finally muster up the
courage and strength to say so. I love you so damn much, Jared Padalecki.
 
~*Jared*~
“…and then she kind of just turned around, and told him that I had the talent
and drive and support to become the next Picasso if I wanted, and that Math was
not going to make or break my life. She always had my back, even if my biggest
problem was second-grade math,” Jensen chuckled lightly. “Sometimes makes me
grateful she never had to have my back with some of the stuff I face now.”
Jen was finally opening up to him about his foster mom, Jody, and he got the
distinct impression that his mate wasn’t talking about facing the Math they had
to learn now. They were sprawled on the blanket, staring at the stars with Jen
tucked snugly into Jared’s side. Jared’s arms were wrapped tightly around his
mate and Jensen had fisted Jared’s shirt in his hands. They’d been cuddled
together for a long time, just talking, not wanting to stop after Jensen
revealed that he had no curfew because his foster dad was out of town for the
night, and Jared had phoned his parents to tell them he’d be staying late at
Chad’s and crashing there.
The smallest of shivers rand down the length of Jensen’s body and pressed so
tightly together, Jared couldn’t help but feel it. He felt vaguely triumphant
as he sat up with Jen and began to pull off the hoodie he’d worn; he had
deliberately worn it so that he could give it to Jen, not wanting to know whose
sweatshirt his mate had been wearing that morning, just wanting Jen to wear his
from now on. He firmly, but tenderly put the hoodie on for Jensen; it was so
big that it hung off Jensen, drowning him.
Jared knew he wanted Jen to wear his jacket instead of whoever’s jacket it was
this morning, but damn, he could never have foreseen what a fucking turn-on it
was. Not only did it highlight how small Jensen was compared to his bulky
frame, but it also made his mate smell like him, and God it was the most
amazing thing in the world. If he’d had a say in it, he’d never want to see Jen
in anything but his clothes ever again.
They relaxed back into their original positions, and Jensen yawned into the
sleeve of Jared’s hoodie. Jared knew his mate had probably gotten little to no
sleep the night before, in pain and worrying about him, so it was endearing to
watch him fight the battle with sleep. The overwhelming want to take care and
protect Jensen flooded him, and Jared tightened his grip around his mate, who
turned his head unthinkingly and snuggled deep into the crook between Jared’s
arm and chest. It provided a firm modicum of comfort, having Jensen tucked
under his arm, because Jared felt for the first time like he could protect the
love of his life from everything if he could just keep him there.
“Is sleepy,” Jensen mumbled around another yawn as he pushed himself even
closer to Jared, who grinned at the realization that he was now dealing with a
semi-conscious mate. “You’re warm,” he added as an afterthought, and Jared
chuckled. “You’ll be my blanket.”
“Yeah, sweetheart, I can be your blanket,” he whispered fondly, bringing his
other arm to wrap around Jensen, who promptly nuzzled his head contentedly into
Jared’s chest. My wolf is rubbing off on you, Jen, Jared thought in amusement.
“Night, Jay,” Jen sighed happily, his body becoming lax in Jared’s arms.
Jared chuckled, figuring that the rest of their epic first date could wait
until they woke up. “Night, Baby. Sweet dreams.”
Jared was met by soft and even breathing and he looked down to see Jensen out
cold, snuggled deep into his hoodie and chest. His face was free of the tension
it usually carried, making him look years younger, and the implicit display of
trust was almost more than Jared could take.
As tears formed in the corners of his eyes, Jared thought one more time about
the Jay-Star, and what he had almost said, but hadn’t had the courage to
complete.
He shifted them so that he could lay his head on top of Jensen’s, tangling
their legs so that he was wrapped around his mate in a most protective, but
loving embrace. As he began to drift off to sleep, his thoughts were on the
words he was so close to saying, for how much it was written in his heart and
soul.
I love you. I love you so damn much, Jensen Ackles.
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Chapter End Notes
     The date may continue a little bit in the next chapter! I hope you
     guys enjoyed it!
***** The Jay-Star: Jared's introspection *****
Chapter Notes
     I know I'm a few hours late, but HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAYS, PEOPLE! And
     looking at the banner on top of my screen, HAPPY INTERNATIONAL
     FANWORKS DAY, too!!! Will y'all be my valentines? ;-) <3
     Seriously though, I need to thank each and every one of you who have
     commented, clicked on that Kudos button, and all those silently
     reading along. I am so overwhelmed every time I get such a positive
     response from you, it never fails to humble me to my core. I feel so
     honored, and none of this story would be what it is if not for all of
     you, my wonderful readers. You guys kick some serious ass! Thank you
     all so much. Feel that little tendril of warmth? That's me sending
     all of you virtual hugs.
     So here's some smut, seeing as how I was thrilled at your responses
     to the last chapter. I hope it's okay! XD Still nervous about it!
     Also some introspection on Jared's part...see what's going on in that
     wofly noggin of his!
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
~*Jared*~
 
When Jared awoke, it was to the most stunning sight of the first rays of the
morning sun basking over the meadow. The only sight more beautiful, was when he
looked down to see his breath-taking mate still snuggled deep into him, still
sound asleep. He nudged Jensen’s face affectionately with his nose, tightening
his grip around the smaller boy and breaking up his gentle nose-butting with
soft, loving kisses. Sleep-softened, Jensen stirred, and hid his face in
Jared’s chest.
“Don’ wanna ge’up,” he mumbled, reaching around and grabbing Jared’s t-shirt in
a vice grip. “Go back’a sleep.”
“Wakey, wakey, Jen,” Jared chuckled softly, a teasing lilt to his voice as he
reached a hand up to push his mate’s hair away from his face. “The sight is
gorgeous.”
“I’ave a perfectly fine sight right where I’em,” Jensen grumbled, burrowing his
face into Jared’s chest to make his point. Jared chuckled warmly, grinning
fondly when Jen’s breathing evened out once more. He resigned himself to
drinking in the wonderful sight of his mate, and enjoying the peace and
serenity that their Jen&Jay bubble offered him while doing some real soul
introspection.
Jared could definitely think of worse ways to spend his morning.
The first thing Jared could think of was the Jay-Star; even now, threatening
tears still teased the back of his eyes. He had been caught unawares, and like
an anvil descending, Jen just had to go and bring Jared to his proverbial knees
with a quick, simple sketch and a few quiet words spoken so casually that it
seemed the action had come naturally, instinctively to Jen. He had felt so
overwhelmed, never expecting to be given such a great and precious gift by his
mate, not feeling even close to deserving of all it meant.
This is my star. It’s the Jay-Star. No matter where I am or what time it is, I
always know it’s there. Bright, and stunning, and always there.
He could hear the underlying message in Jen’s words; the projection of his
mate’s gratitude that he was there, and the overwhelming feelings that Jen
didn’t yet know how to put a name to. If only he could explain the mating
concept…
…which took Jared’s thoughts once more to deeply buried secrets.
He was lying to his mate. No matter how he chose to spin it, no matter how much
he told himself we was protecting Jen, it didn’t change the fact that he was
lying, one thing he knew would hit Jensen the hardest because trust was a huge
part of their relationship. What scared Jared the most, was the thought of
losing the trust he’d built through the fault of his own cowardice. He knew
that losing that trust, would also mean losing Jensen, and that was a thought
that could almost cripple him with devastation and grief. There was nothing in
the world, no torture or any obscene amount of pain that could compare to that
level of agony.
The only thing that came close to that fear, was the fear of actually telling
him the truth. What if he freaked out? Called him a monster, and never wanted
to see him again? It would be a moral dilemma of epic proportions, because on
the one hand, he wanted to always do what was best for Jen, and he wanted to
always heed his every wish, no matter whether it hurt him or not. On the other
side of the coin, it would shatter him to ever leave the love of his existence.
It would break him in ways that nothing else ever could to see him with another
man’s arms around him, kissing him, hugging him, holding him tight, sharing a
home, a bed…
Jared was breaking into a sweat at the very thought of it, his blood pumping
furiously as his body heated with the force of his fury. He couldn’t even stand
the thought of anyone touching what was his. He hadn’t even realized that he’d
tightened his grip on Jen until the boy stirred restlessly in his vice-tight
grip. He loosened his hold, made a few low, soothing sounds, and Jen snuggled
into him once more, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Jared’s neck, and
falling back to sleep.
Jared’s heart constricted with blazing love and he knew what his heart had
already confirmed. He could not live without his Jensen. And that begged quite
a fine question… What if he ran? Ran, and never looked back?
More to the point, wouldn’t he be entitled to? He would have every right in the
world to run, because it was Jared’s fault for not being upfront with him to
begin with, and how could he drop such a life-changing bomb on Jen and expect
him to react calmly? Laugh it off with a slap to his shoulder and an
affectionate kiss? Tell him it didn’t matter that they weren’t both the same?
That they weren’t both human?
Jen was being amazing with learning how to share his life with Jared more and
more, and he was returning the favor by hiding a whole world from his mate. His
whole world, because his wolf was in his blood, it was an integral part of who
he was. And what did that say about him, that he was still hiding it?
He had spent countless nights since meeting Jensen, wondering how he could
possibly get by without mentioning the Were packs to him. He thought about just
avoiding it all, but then the thought of never being intimate with Jen was
enough to drive him crazy (and make him need to jack off, just on principle)
and besides, his parents would never be okay with that option. Then he thought
about telling Jen about it figuratively, and gauging his reaction, but then he
got to thinking about whether knowing without Jen knowing that he knew, was
worse, or better than not telling him about any of it…and it was around that
point that he’d confused himself terribly, and had to stop to take a drink of
water and regroup. His last option had been to just leave. Just take Jen away,
be happy with him the rest of their lives, sans packs and Weres and Alpha
heirs. The option had held its fair amount of allure, but he could never turn
his back on his family, on his pack. Not for his own benefit. He couldn’t just
suppress his wolf, and quite honestly, he didn’t want to lie to Jen their whole
lives. What kind of a relationship would that be? And he had to be considerate
of Jen and Chris’ relationship as well. Both of them had found a certain sort
of brotherhood in one another that Jared wasn’t sure he would ever understand,
and he didn’t think he was meant to. Regardless, he could never take Jensen
away from Chris, and vice versa. It would have been great if they could just
play the Legendary-lovers-eloping scene, but he neither had the heart to do it
to his mate, nor did he entertain the thought of being able to do it himself.
Which brought him back to square one.
How much longer could he keep up his litany of lies? It wasn’t fair to either
of them, most especially to Jen. He had been hurt enough in his life.
But, by who?
All of the scars he’d mentally catalogued on his boyfriend’s body painted the
back of his eyelids. He couldn’t stand the fact that he still didn’t know the
cause of them all, and it struck him hard that it was an ongoing thing. Who
would dare to lay a single finger on the mate of the future Alpha? It meant
that it had to be a wolf from their rival pack, or an ignorant human, and that
lessened his suspect pool to about 30% of the population. He was not above
single-handedly interrogating said 30%, but he was determined to let Jensen
come to him of his own volition. He got the feeling that Jen had little to no
control normally, and the last thing he wanted was to be another Adam.
Who, now that he was thinking about him, Jared was going to tear limb from
limb, enjoying each snap of his bones and subsequent scream of pain in a most
sadistic way.
He couldn’t believe anyone would treat someone as rare and precious and amazing
as Jen, the way Adam had. The jackass had abused him, and that wasn’t something
Jared was sure he could overlook. Every day, he fought his instincts to hunt
the bastard down, and he was sure his will was wearing thin.
Jensen’s insecurities made so much more sense once Jared knew about Adam. The
son of a bitch had completely wrecked his self-image, and it never failed to
baffle Jared just how much of himself Jensen didn’t see.
“You’re more treasured to me than the infinite riches of royalties,” he
murmured to Jensen’s sleeping form, feeling an overwhelming need to let his
mate know he was loved, even if he couldn't really say the words.
Like he was attuned to Jared’s voice, Jensen’s eyes blinked blearily open,
tightening the hand still gripping Jared’s shirt.
“Time to go?” he asked in a small voice. Jared smiled indulgently, pushing back
his boyfriend’s hair and refraining from answering. If Jen wanted to sleep
more, Jared was more than happy to oblige. Jen pouted and nodded, mumbling
something into Jared’s shirt that sounded suspiciously like acquiescence.
As Jensen rubbed his eyes and stretched out, Jared’s hormones came back to
life. He pushed back the fervent desire to run his tongue along every ridge and
crevice in sight, saving that particular fantasy for a day when he had whipped
cream in his arsenal too. Mmm…
“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you and didn’t want to watch the sunset with you,”
Jensen apologized, his voice rueful and still thick with sleep. “You brought me
to your favorite place in the world and I chose to sleep.” Jared bristled, and
was immediately about to respond to the unwarranted self-disgust in his mate’s
voice, when it hit him.
And Jared couldn’t believe he hadn’t figured this out earlier, and said so.
It was Jensen slipping out of his arms and standing up that shook Jared from
his inactivity.
“Jen?” at Jared’s muted address, his mate turned to face him, eyes wide with
question. “You know how I told you I was bringing you to my favorite place in
the whole world?” Jensen nodded the affirmative, wheeling his hand in the air
in a gesture that told him to carry on. “I have a new favorite place in the
world,” he announced with a small smile, his heart feeling warm even as he
wondered why it took him this long to realize what his heart had known all
along.
“Do tell,” Jen invited with a grin, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.
“My favorite place in the world is wherever you are, Jen,” Jared told his mate
truthfully. “Right next to you? That’s where I always want to be…need to be. My
favorite place is with you in my arms.”
He may have realized it late, but Jared had never spoken truer words in his
life.
 
~*Jensen*~
Jen’s eyes widened at Jared’s quiet and earnest proclamation. He knew in his
heart that Jared wasn’t feeding him a line, he wasn’t like that, and it
flummoxed him, being treated the way Jared treated him.
His chest tightened, as though someone had reached into his chest and squeezed
his heart. His breathing became sharp and choppy and if he wasn’t so shocked at
the truth in Jared’s words, he was sure he would be crying.
Wordlessly, he sat back down and wrapped both his arms around Jared, nuzzling
into his chest and closing his eyes in content. Jared’s chest rumbled against
his cheek as his boyfriend made a low sound of approval that sounded almost
like a purr. Jensen slipped one leg between Jared’s and the hazel-eyed boy
immediately responded by curling a leg around it and resting his other foot
against Jensen’s unoccupied ankle. Jared bent his head and rested his cheek on
Jensen’s downturned head and Jen relished in the comforting feel of Jared’s
breath against the back of his neck.
They didn’t speak for a few moments, and Jensen smiled in bemusement as he
realized that they were wrapped around each other, unable to fit a paper
between them, and it was terrific that there didn’t need to be anything sexual
about it. Although he was eager to get to that part…
Before his raging hormones could betray him and ruin the quiet intimacy of the
moment, Jen leaned his head up and angled his mouth to slot against Jared’s, in
a vain attempt to stave off his desire to jump his boyfriend. They kissed
slowly, languidly, tongues teasing and teeth nipping. Jensen snaked his arms
around Jared’s neck and pulled himself up Jared’s body a little. The friction
made Jared growl, and the sound shot a potent flare of desire right through
Jensen’s body.
Well, he tried, at least.
Pulling himself up a little further, he untangled his legs from Jared’s and
brought them upwards. Pushing against Jared, he maneuvered them so that he
gently pushed Jared on to his back, then he draped himself over him, straddling
him and still keeping them chest to chest.
He finally broke off the kiss to sit up, rolling his hips teasingly where he
sat straddling Jared’s hips. His boyfriend growled, a deep and guttural sound
at the back of his throat, as his hands shot up to grip almost bruisingly at
Jensen’s hips. Using his hold, Jared pulled, urging Jensen into another hip
roll that had both of them moaning loudly. Jensen slipped his hands under
Jared’s shirt, running his fingers teasingly over the defined six-pack before
brushing playfully softly and quickly over his nipples. Jared bucked upwards,
grinding his hardening crotch into Jensen in response. Jensen mewled and
immediately redirected his attention to Jared’s jeans. He palmed Jared’s dick
through his jeans and Jared almost came off the floor as he arched wildly.
Before Jensen could comprehend the change, Jared flipped them with a power
Jensen didn’t know he possessed, swopping their positions and straddling him
with a grin.
“Always such a fucking tease,” Jared groaned lowly. “You see what you do to
me?” Jared took his hand and pressed the palm back against his denim-clad
erection, pushing into it and making Jensen moan like a porn star. “Why don’t I
return the favor, baby?” he asked roughly, taking Jensen’s wrists in one hand
and pinning them above his head. Holding them there, he relocated his other
hand to the hard bulge in Jensen’s jeans. Jared rubbed his thumb teasingly over
the damp spot where Jensen’s cock had leaked pre-come, before rubbing his big
hand in wide circles while Jensen thrashed underneath him. It amazed him that
Jared could still hold his wrists in place, but he didn’t question it for the
pleasure overload he was experiencing at that moment.
In a quick motion, Jared divested him of his hoodie and rucked his shirt up to
his chin and flicked open the button and zipper to Jensen’s jeans. Descending
like a hawk swooping down on its pray, Jared attached his mouth to one nipple
and sucked hard, reaching down at the same time to slip his giant hand into
Jensen’s underwear and run a light touch around his cock, skin-on-skin for the
first time.
“Jared!” Jensen screamed, bucking wildly into the touch, and his boyfriend
ignored him in favor of flicking his tongue back and forth over Jensen’s
painfully hard nipple. Jared lightly fisted his dick, and Jensen thought he was
going mad from the pleasure since all he could manage to get out was a
continuous whimper of his boyfriend’s name. “JayJayJayJay…”
“You taste so fucking good, Jen,” Jared growled roughly, the vibration sending
a whole new sensation under Jensen’s skin. “I can’t wait to see what you taste
like when I suck you down and make you come down my throat.”
And those words were his undoing.
“Jared!” he moaned again, reaching the edge of the cliff, right at his peak and
ready to come just from Jared’s hand pumping his cock and his mouth playing
with his nipples.
His boyfriend rubbed his thumb over the slit of his cock, spreading the pre-
come before pumping his dick unrelentingly once more. “Come for me, Jen,” he
commanded huskily. “Come for me, come on my hand baby.”
Who was Jensen to refuse?
With a strangled cry of his boyfriend’s name on his lips, he arched off the
blanket completely and came harder than he ever remembered making himself come.
Jared rubbed him through his orgasm, murmuring a soft cacophony of praises and
telling him how fucking hot Jen looked coming undone for him.
When he finally descended from his high, he felt boneless and wonderfully
sated. Jared let go of his wrists and framed his face with both hands, kissing
him softly and sweetly.
“What about you?” Jensen asked, his voice a low drawl. Jared grinned
mischievously.
“Believe me, Jen,” he winked, “watching you fall apart was enough to make me do
the same.”
###
After they had mustered up the energy to get off each other, they’d driven to
Jen’s house and used separate bathrooms to clean up. Now they were lying down
together on the couch, watching The Titanic, Jensen’s back to Jared’s front,
spooning lazily. Jensen was glad they hadn’t messed up Jared’s hoodie, because
he loved wearing it. It almost felt like it was Jared’s personal claim on him,
rather than just the sweet offer because Jen was cold. He felt like he was
being wrapped up in Jared, and being able to huddle down into it and breathe in
that smell that was just pure Jay, was a heaven Jen had been painfully
unfamiliar with.
“Jay?” he turned his head a little to be able to look at Jared properly,
pausing the movie to speak to his boyfriend. “You know, you haven’t really told
me much about yourself.”
“Are you kidding?” Jared asked, quirking an eyebrow with a grin. “You might
know more about my family and my life than my little sister.”
“Sure, you told me about that,” Jensen dismissed, “but not about you. What
you’re like. I means, you know about my art, and my geek and stuff, but I
highly doubt you’re just an amazing quarterback and a pretty face.” He leered
at Jared, who chuckled fondly.
“You know, I think you’re the only one outside of Chad who thinks there’s more
to me than the football player,” he said softly. Jensen heard the unspoken
thanks, and he kissed the underside of Jared’s jaw in response, waiting for him
to elaborate. “I like football,” Jared said, resting his chin on Jensen’s
shoulder. “I also like other stuff. I like…” Jared blushed, piquing Jen’s
interest.
“Tell me,” he urged gently. “Please?”
“Poetry,” Jared mumbled, turning his head into Jen’s neck. “I like poetry.”
“Poetry?” Jensen repeated in disbelief.
“I know, I’m a cliché,” Jared muttered, starting to pull away. “I’m not any
good either…”
“Don’t say that.” At the sharpness of Jensen’s words, Jared ceased his
movements. Jensen turned himself around, careful not to fall as he faced his
boyfriend. “I bet you’re amazing, just like you are at everything else. Recite
one of your poems to me?”
“I don’t remember them,” Jared refuted uncomfortably.
“Liar. Tell me the one you wrote most recently.”
For a long moment, they stared at each other, Jensen instinctively knowing to
stay quiet and let Jared think. After several beats, Jared took a deep breath,
and spoke in a barely audible murmur that was just for Jensen:
I count the hours, the minutes, the seconds
Until the moment I see your face.
Judging from the rapid thumpthump of my heart
My heart seems not to be keeping pace.
But I’ll rue destiny and I’ll defy the stars
So we can be together my love,
Listen for my signal; a howl at the moon
And the song of a pure white dove.
Wait for me, young love of my heart,
At the tip of the mountain’s crest
Two hearts will unify against the Fates
And two souls, finally together, will rest.
For a moment, Jensen couldn’t speak at all, for the massive lump that had taken
residence in his throat. His eyes were wide where they were locked on Jared’s
hazel orbs, which were steadily shining with self-doubt.
“It’s called Souls Together Will Rest,” Jared mumbled. “I wrote it three days
ago. I know it’s not…”
“Don’t you dare tell me you don’t think it’s any good,” Jensen stopped him
short. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve heard in a long, long time.
That…Jesus, Jay, that gave me chills! I mean, I like Shel Silverstein as much
as the next guy, but that was just…breath-taking. Jay, you’re…God, you’re
amazing, you’re so damn talented!”
Jared looked lost for words. “You’re comparing me to Silverstein?” he asked in
disbelief. “I’m nowhere near that level of…”
“You’re already there, Jay,” Jensen said resolutely. He pressed a chaste kiss
against Jared’s lips. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Thank
you for sharing that with me.”
“You’re the best, Jen,” Jared mumbled, leaning down to capture his lips in
another slow kiss.
Jensen still couldn’t get the poem out of his head. The emotions in them struck
him deep; he felt the pain of the lovers’ forbidden passion and he felt the
strength of their will to be together.
“It’s like drawing the sun setting and rising,” he mumbled unthinkingly.
“Jen?”
“You know how I told you that I like to see what people think when they see my
works of the sun rising or setting, because it gives me perspective into them?”
Jared nodded the affirmative. “Well, your poem is like that. The ending, I
mean. Some people can see it as the lovers having died for their fight to be
together, and so their two souls rest together. Or, they could see it more as
two souls finding each other, and being at rest because they’re together, and
no one really knows what happened to them thereafter.” He pondered his own
insight, unable to deny the lack of pain and the influx of inner peace the
ending had brought him. “I think I see them as the latter.”
“You’re amazing,” Jared chuckled lowly. “I gave it to Chad to read, and he
thought the former, but you thought exactly what I was trying to capture of
them. Their uncertain future for their soul-entwining love.” Jared’s eyes took
on an expression Jensen couldn’t really put a name to. It seemed like he was
worried, and scared, and at the same time, incredibly torn. He seemed desperate
and edgy, even as he exuded ferocious calm.
“I think that people spend their whole lives looking for that kind of love,”
Jensen said softly, feeling his heart squeeze in acknowledgment of the love
he’d found in Jared. “So I think that come what may, their souls will always
and forever rest together, no matter what complications the future brings with
it.”
“Yeah?” Jared’s eyes slowly lost some of its desperation, and though he wasn’t
sure what he did to help, Jensen was glad he did something to remove that awful
expression from his boyfriend’s normally sparkling eyes.
“Yeah, Jay.”
He pressed the play button, and the sounds of Jack and Rose’s voices streamed
through the TV set. As he snuggled down into Jared’s arms, safe in his arms and
wrapped in his hoodie, Jensen made a mental note to himself:
Return Cas’ sweatshirt. Hide Jared's in the closet.
###
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you guys liked it! Jared's poem was actually my own, original
     work...a little dabble in poetry...I was nervous about that too, so I
     hope you all liked Souls Together Will Rest!! For interest's sake,
     Jen's response, was pretty close to my friend's response when I sent
     the poem, so yeah!
     Stay cool!
     JayGirl
***** I believe in you and me *****
Chapter Notes
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     forum!
     Shout out to Claire, who is something of a new reader, and to
     everyone else who has just recently joined us! And to all my loyal
     readers who I always talk to in the comments, I love you all!
     Enjoy!
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~*Jensen*~
“This day sucks out loud.”
Jensen didn’t even care that he was grumbling as he took a seat next to Misha
in the bleachers. It was the last 10 minutes of lunch and he’d stayed in the
library the whole time to finish a History report, and was starving to death
just then. He took out his sandwich after greeting Gen and Danni, who were
sitting in front of them. They returned the greeting and turned back to grin
sympathetically at Jensen.
Chris and Jared weren’t in school. When Jen had asked, the gang had just
mumbled some vague story about Jared’s older brother being in town for the day,
and how Chris, Jared and this Jeff guy were pretty tight. Bottom line was that
Jen’s Monday sucked out loud without his boyfriend and his best friend there.
“Cheer up, Jen, I’ll keep you company,” Misha waggled his eyebrows
suggestively. Gen groaned and Danni smirked.
“It’s like you want Jared to kick your ass,” she remarked dryly. “And you know
he will, so stop whatever it is you’re thinking and drink your juice, Meesh.”
She turned to Jensen with an eye roll and a smile, ignoring Misha’s mumbled
protests. “So, Jen, what do you have next?”
He finished chewing the bite of his PB&J before answering. “I have a double
free, and the art room is open, so I think I’m going to work on my portfolio.”
“That’s great,” Genevieve exclaimed. “Jared was bragging about your art all of
Sunday afternoon.”
Jensen quirked an eyebrow, feeling uneasy about everyone else knowing about his
works. “Where did you see Jared?”
Gen’s eyes widened as she misinterpreted his perturbed tone. “Oh, God! We all,”
she gesticulated haphazardly around them, “we live in the same district, we’re
basically all neighbors!”
“Cool,” Jensen nodded uncertainly, too wrapped up in trying to find a way for
his art to go back to anonymity to bother much with Genevieve’s anxiety over
the mix-up. He tossed his paper bag into the bin just as the bell rang,
signaling the end of lunch. He made a quick escape- no matter what, he’d never
feel totally comfortable without Chris and or Jared there- heading to the art
room where he could relax and let go.
Thinking that he’d be alone, Jen was shocked to find someone already at work
there. He leaned against the door jamb, evaluating the boy’s work with a
critical eye. The kid had some talent, no doubt, but he could use some major
work with his details, line work and use of color. Before he could clear his
throat so as not to startle him, the boy caught a glimpse of him in his
peripheral vision and sprang up in the air, green paint sloshing down the front
of his left pant leg.
“Gah!” he yelped, looking helplessly with wide eyes between the stain on his
jeans and a frozen Jensen. He took a few quick breaths then aimed a tiny,
sheepish smile at him. “Um…hi?”
Jensen couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing, doubling over with the
force of it. He was grateful to hear the boy start laughing with him, because
he would have hated to offend him.
“God, Kid, you gotta be more aware of your surroundings,” he chuckled, a tear
slipping from the corner of his eye in his mirth. The boy grinned at him, eyes
sparkling.
“I kind of get lost in the zone when I paint, you know?” he explained with half
a shrug, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. Jensen’s lips quirked; by the laws
of probability, he guessed he was bound to meet someone who shared his art geek
at some point in his life. “Well, no, how would you know?” The boy continued to
speak, mostly to himself as he scuffed the toe of his sneaker against the
ground. If Jen had to hazard a guess, it would be that this boy was a freshman.
“It’s not like you paint, and get zoned out randomly…”
“Actually,” Jensen interrupted with a reassuring smile, flicking his head in
the direction of his open canvas, “I know exactly what you mean.”
“That’s yours?!” the boy gaped, shyness forgotten in favor of his awe. “You’re
the Stars At Midnight Over Texas?”
“Well, no,” he smirked in amusement, “the painting is. I’m just Jensen.”
The boy blushed again, ducking his head with a rueful smile. “I’m sorry, I
geeked out again. Nice to meet you, Jensen, I’m Conner.”
“Good to meet you too, Conner,” he smiled amicably. “And don’t worry, I geek
out about art almost on a daily basis.” He made his way to his still unfinished
canvas, for the first time not feeling self-conscious of someone else seeing
his unfinished painting.
“I’ve been trying to figure out who could paint something like that,” Conner
followed him, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The kid had a good energy. “I
mean, that’s not school level, that’s professional stuff right there!”
“I’m glad you think so, kid,” he smiled, his cheeks heating mildly in a pleased
blush. Impulsively, he decided to offer his advice. “Your work shows some
pretty promising talent itself, you just need to bring in the more technical
aspect of art to it. The passion and the enthusiasm is there, though, and
that’s the biggest battle won.”
“You think?” Conner brightened, smiling brightly. “That I have promise, I
mean?”
Jensen nodded resolutely. “Of course I do.”
“Would you…” the boy blushed again, looking down and trying to force the words
from where it was stuck in his throat. “Would you…I don’t know…would you maybe
mind…you know, giving me…uh, any pointers, and things, so I can…um…improve?”
Jensen started slightly in pleasant surprise. “Sure Conner,” he nodded slowly.
“I think I can do that.”
“Aw, well isn’t this little nerd herd cute?”
The hateful voice was one Jensen could recognize, despite the fact that he’d
met its owner all of 3 times.
Sandra McCoy.
The pretty girl was standing in the doorway with her arms folded over her
chest, sneering at them in resentment. Jensen sighed inwardly; he wasn’t even
sure anymore, what fight they were having, but he mentally prepared himself in
any case.
“Hi, Sandy,” he greeted evenly, a tight smile stretching over his resisting
facial muscles. “Always such a pleasure.”
She sneered at him once more, before turning her eyes to his painting. His
muscles coiled and unease settled like a boulder in the pit of his stomach.
“What a pretty painting, Jen,” she simpered, and he cringed at the sound of
Jared’s nickname coming out of her mouth, sounding like a foul curse. “I think
it needs some color, though…”
Before Jensen could react, she snaked her arm out and grabbed the open pot of
red paint sitting on his easel, flinging it over his painting.
Born from years of practice, Jen’s body locked down and he went stoic, unable
to react to the mess that was supposed to be the centerpiece of his portfolio.
Conner however, extended no such practice.
“No!” he gasped, one hand reaching towards the painting in a delayed defensive
reaction, looking at the dripping disaster. His face was set in an aghast
expression. “You ruined it!”
“Aw, Jensen honey, you have a groupie,” Sandy cooed mockingly, taking a step
towards Conner. Protective instincts rarely honed sprang to the surface, and
Jensen quickly placed himself halfway in front of Conner.
“Leave the kid out of this,” he commanded lowly. “Whatever your problem is, it
is obviously with me, and not him.”
Jensen was beyond relieved when Conner took the opportunity he’d created and
scampered away from the art room. Now just to face the Queen Bitch…
“Look,” he tried for a placating tone, fighting past his anger and the despair
at seeing some of his best work destroyed. “I don’t know what your problem is
with me, but can…”
“I’ll tell you what my problem is!” she interrupted him shrilly, losing any
façade of calm she once possessed. “My problem is you! You don’t belong here,
Jensen, and you most certainly don’t belong with Jared! I do! I’m his soulmate,
not you!”
“Well, I don’t know about soulmate,” Jensen fought the urge to roll his eyes,
“but I am his boyfriend until he or I says otherwise, so I can see why you have
a problem.”
“I don’t have a problem, you do!” she snapped. “We were meant to be together,
no matter what Jared says, you’re not what he thinks you are.”
“You’re right,” he nodded mock solemnly. “I told him I was a normal boy, but
really, I’m Batman.”
A look of disbelief flitted across her face. “Wait…you don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?” Jensen frowned, trying to ignore the seed of unease in his gut.
“That you’re a raving lunatic?”
Even though he saw the slap coming, he couldn’t bring himself to raise a hand
in defense. Her hand slammed into his cheek, the sharp burn telling him she
drew blood somehow. The slap left his face stinging, and it took every ounce of
his energy not to react. He brought his hand to his cheek and he wasn’t
surprised when it came back wet with blood. Three slashes across his cheek? The
girl must’ve had some kind of French tips.
He looked at her, the calm and even expression on his face designed to set her
off even further.
“You need to learn some respect!” she hissed, raising her hand once more.
Jensen was about to shield his face, still not wanting to hurt her, when
suddenly another hand shot out, gripping her wrist with what even Jensen could
tell was brutal force.
Jared?
No. Not Jared.
Who?
“You need to learn to keep your crazy better hidden, it’s starting to show,
McCoy,” Chad snarled. Jensen’s eyes widened at the source of the unexpected
help. Conner hovered in the doorway, and Jensen put two and two together; the
kid had gone to Chad for help. A wave of gratitude fell over him.
Chad flicked Sandy’s hand away, obviously not sharing Jensen’s discomfort for
retaliation. He ran a cursory gaze over Jensen’s form, eyes narrowing
dangerously when he zeroed in on the scratches on his cheek. He whirled around.
“Let me put this in a way you can understand, McCoy,” he snapped angrily.
“Jared. Does. Not. Want. You. He wants Jen. So let me be very clear when I say
that Jensen is family now. You lay a single hand on him again, and Jared is
gonna be the least of your worries.”
Jensen was shocked by the protective tone, grateful for the sentiment from
Chad, who he was never fully certain had accepted him. The blonde boy wrapped a
supportive arm around his shoulder and guided him out of the class, dismissing
Conner with an authoritative flick of his head. Jen was numb as Chad led him to
one of the benches at the front of the school.
“You okay, Jense?” Chad’s uncharacteristically serious and concerned voice cut
through Jensen’s shock. He looked up at Chad, nodding slowly.
“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, sitting on the bench. “Yeah, I’m good. Are you?”
Chad grinned, his face relaxing. “Nope,” he shook his head teasingly, “because
you just got your ass kicked by a girl.”
Jensen snorted derisively, the tension between them melting away. “I wouldn’t
really call her a girl.”
Chad froze, his face losing some of its color. “What do you mean?” he asked
slowly. Jensen frowned, confused at Chad’s reaction.
“That girl doesn’t have nails, she has claws,” he joked. “Or a really good
French manicurist.”
Chad laughed, but it sounded more forced than normal. “Yeah,” he nodded,
running a hand through his hair. “I hear you, man.”
“So…” Jensen hesitated. “Thanks for all of that back there.”
“Jared aint the only white knight around here,” he grinned, the smile looking
more genuine now. “We just like to let him think he is.”
Jensen shook his head with a smile. “So why aren’t you with them today?” he
asked. Chad looked alarmed once more, and although Jensen was beyond suspicious
about Chad’s edginess, he hastened to clarify. “Aren’t you close to Jared’s
older brother too? I mean, since you and Jared have known each other so long.”
“Oh,” Chad laughed weakly. “No man, Jeff always hated how much better looking I
was.”
“It’s a wonder you don’t have a girlfriend, Murray,” Jensen remarked wryly.
Chad wrinkled his nose in mock confusion. “You know, Jense, my mom says the
exact same thing…” Jensen laughed, feeling more comfortable with Chad than he
could have anticipated. The blond grinned at him and perched on the edge of the
top of the bench. “Naw, I had to come to this dump,” he jerked his thumb at the
school building, “to meet with that career guidance counselor. My mom thought
getting some direction in my life was more important than a reunion with my
buddies.” The disgruntled tone of his voice made it clear that Chad didn’t
share that opinion.
“So what’d did the guy say, anyhow?” he asked, trying to change topics.
“He said that with my drop-dead gorgeous looks and questionable skill set, it
seems only natural for me to go into the stripping business,” Chad smirked,
holding his arms out as if to display his body. Jensen smiled, the wise-crack
unable to stop him from noticing that the mirth didn’t reach Chad’s eyes.
“I don’t know,” he said lightly. “Anyone who can play pool like you can must
obviously be a Physics nut, and correct me if I’m wrong, but you have this
weird knack of seeing deeper into people than sometimes even they can see. If
you ask me, I think you’d make an excellent psychiatrist or therapist, or
anything you want to be really.”
Chad’s smile slid off his face and a vulnerable look of uncertainty came over
him. “I don’t think so, Jense. I’m not…”
“You are,” Jensen refuted gently. “I get it. People see you as this smartass
football player who’s just another jock with no brains and a future in Hero-To-
Zero. Thing is, Chad, is that people’s opinions shouldn’t matter. You know how
smart you are, even if you choose not to show it, and if people can’t see you
for exactly how talented and gifted you are… well, then those people don’t
really matter, now, do they?”
“You honestly think I’m better than all of this, don’t you?” Chad asked, the
barest hint of awe coloring his tone. Jensen nodded firmly.
“I know you are.”
Chad hesitated for a while before tentatively offering; “I really like physics,
but I’ve always been into the idea of working with kids, getting into their
minds and trying to help them. You think there’s any demand for like, a child
psychologist or something?”
Jensen grinned encouragingly, leaning into a more comfortable position so they
could talk. “The world is in desperate demand for Chad,” he smirked. “If he’s
in the form of a child psychologist, why the hell not?”
 
~*Jared*~
Jared finally understood why people so detested Mondays.
The day was a nightmare from start to finish. When he’d woken up, for the first
time excited to go to school, his dad had come into his room and told him that
the Alpha of the rival pack wanted to meet. He needed Jared, Chris and Chad to
be there for the meet, and Jeff was even coming in from where he’d escaped to a
couple years ago, choosing a family life over the life of an Alpha heir. On top
of not getting to see Jen for the whole day, Chad also couldn’t make it for the
meet, after his mom insisted that his career guidance meeting was more
important than being back-up. Jared felt the briefest twinge of jealousy- he
wished his parents would even entertain the possibility that he could do more
than take over his father’s business- but he quickly dismissed it.
The meet had gone on the entire day without any real progress. There was a lot
of backhanded jibes and far too many close calls from both parties, and they
were no closer to living together peacefully. Jared’s gut sensed a war on the
horizon, and he hoped to God he was wrong.
Still in their wolf form, he gestured to Chris that he should join him. He was
on his way to the little creek they had found when they were all pups, and he
knew his friends would be waiting there to get the low-down on what happened
with the Morgan Pack. Chris seemed to hesitate slightly, before slowly shaking
his head. Jared didn’t need to shift to understand what Chris was trying to
say; he was only comfortable around them when Jensen was there too. Jared pawed
the ground, indicating his acceptance, and broke into a run, needing to let out
his pent-up energy. He felt worried about Jensen for some reason, during the
meet, and though he knew his friends would look out for his mate, he was still
as anxious for a report of their day as they were for his own report back.
Jared felt peaceful as his powerful legs ate up the distance. His paws felt
amazing against the woodsy soil, and the wind rippling his brown-black fur
brought back the comfort that his wolf always supplied. Too soon, he was at the
creek, and sure enough, his gang was lounging there in human form, clearly
awaiting him. He looked around for Chad, who he knew would have brought him
jeans, and was slightly alarmed when he saw the blond was not among them.
Before he could decide how to phrase his question, the man himself burst into
the clearing, panting slightly. “Sorry I’m late,” he apologized sheepishly,
tossing the pair of jeans at Jared. He caught them gently in his teeth before
retreating to the cover of the shadows to shift back and yank on the denims.
“What happened?” he asked when he came out. Chad turned to him with a tempered
expression on his face.
“I was with Jensen, walking him home. Your bitch of an ex-girlfriend is what
happened.”
Jared’s gut clenched and he listened with mounting anger as Chad relayed his
story; how he was heading to the ground to practice a few throws when a random
freshman came and told him that someone was bullying Jensen. How he got to the
art room to see Jensen’s painting destroyed and his cheek slashed open with
distinctive marks, with Sandy poised to hit him again and her nails elongated
into claws. How he heard her telling Jensen that she was supposed to be Jared’s
soulmate, not the other way around. By the time Chad was finished, Jared was
seeing red.
“Where is she?” he demanded, itching to get to the beta for daring to lay a
hand on Jen.
“That might not be the worst of your worries, Jay-Man,” Genevieve interrupted,
looking troubled. “I was telling Jensen about you bragging about his art, and I
think he might’ve thought I had put my foot in my mouth because I said I had
seen you on Sunday. He seemed upset, I think he might have thought there was
something going on between us.”
“Jesus, Genevieve,” Jared groaned, panic mounting. “Anything else happen that I
should know about?” He began to back away from the clearing, not expecting an
answer.
“Are you sure that Jensen doesn’t know about the pack?” Chad blurted, stopping
Jared cold. His blood turned to ice as he turned to his best friend, paling
spectacularly.
“What are you talking about?” he asked slowly, almost choking on his dread. If
Jen found out from someone other than him…that was the end.
“Just some things he said today,” Chad fidgeted, his nervousness out of
character. “He said that he wouldn’t call Sandy a girl, and that she had claws
instead of nails, and then he asked me why I wasn’t with you guys today, as
though he knew the alphas of the pack had to be present at today’s meet.”
Jared was torn. There was a chance that his boyfriend had found them out, but
Jared also knew Jensen. His mate was sharp as a tack when it came to reading
people and their dynamics, and so attuned was he to Jared, it would make sense
that he would want to know why Chad wasn’t where Jared was. He recognized that
they were generally in the same vicinity of each other, even if he didn’t know
the reason behind it. The other two comments sounded so typical of Jen’s
sarcasm, that if he was lucky, he was still in the clear.
“He’s too genuine,” Tom’s voice broke the silence. Everyone turned to look at
him, and he shrugged calmly. “Jensen is too genuine a person to keep a secret
of him knowing. I may not have bonded with him over Jared like Genevieve and
Danni, I may not have a raving crush on him like Meesh," Jared stifled a growl
at that, “and I may not have a pool-table-brotherhood with the guy, like Chad,
but if there’s anything I can tell off the bat with him, its that Jensen isn’t
that type of guy. If he knew, he would have told you by now.”
Jared was stunned by his friend’s accurate and whole-hearted description and
acceptance of his mate. It meant a lot to him, since Tom had warned him against
Sandy from the get-go, and he relaxed now, remembering to trust Jen…and he did.
Which only left Sandy to deal with before he went to check on his stunning,
precious mate.
He found the beta easily enough, and no matter what calm he’d built up, his
vision was still bathed in crimson the minute he saw her, and it didn’t help
that she was bad-mouthing his mate to Milo.
In the next second, he had her loosely pinned against the tree, her throat
instinctively bared in submission to the future Alpha. “How dare you touch
him?” he snarled protectively. “Did you honestly think you could make the love
of my life bleed and expect me to be okay with that?”
“Jar…Jared, I…I didn’t…” she stammered, eyes wide. Jared was vaguely aware of
Milo trying hesitantly to pull his arm even a little away, but a single warning
snarl thrown over his shoulder took care of that.
“You don’t ever come near my Jensen again, do you hear me? I mean, do I make
myself clear?!” The growl ripped through his teeth, his body hot and his wolf
hovering dangerously close to the surface.
“Yes, Alpha,” Sandy nodded meekly. It took all his willpower, but he let her
go, still unwilling to hurt her physically. He took a few deep breaths, unable
to truly let go of his anger.
“I’ve known you a long time, Sandy,” he said coldly, “but I’m not sure who you
are anymore. Let me be frank when I say that if there is a next time, if you
ever hurt him again, if you so much as look at him wrong, no amount of history
between us will stop me acting on my instincts to protect Jensen. At any cost.”
Walking away with that lilting threat looming, Jared was so caught up in his
anger that he didn’t even notice Milo showing Sandy his phone, and the small,
devious smile that replaced her fear.
 
~*Chris*~
“Remind me again why I can’t do anything about the bitch?” Chris snarled in
barely contained rage. For once, they’d reached school at the same time, and
Chris was greeted to the sight of Jen’s slashed open cheek. The alpha and
protector in him was ready to rip the beta’s throat out, but Jen could neither
witness that, nor was he willing to budge on his argument that Chris shouldn’t
retaliate.
“Because you’re a stand-up guy and she isn’t worth it,” Jensen repeated
obediently. Chris continued his litany of complaints as they walked to the
school doors, barely suppressing the urge to haul his best friend to the nurse,
just in case he didn’t clean it out properly. God himself only knew where Sandy
had her filthy paws.
“I’m telling you, Freckles, I…” Chris stopped dead when they opened the doors.
The hallways were littered with A5 sheets of paper, all showing the same
picture:
Jared pressing Sandy up against a tree, with the caption: `The best way to
spend my Monday’
His forearm was loosely pinning her by her shoulders, the other hand trapping
her right wrist against the tree. You couldn’t see Jared’s expression, but by
the proximity of their bodies, you didn’t have to.
Chris flushed with the force of his fury. “I’m going to kill him,” he vowed in
a low rumble, gripping one of the papers in one tightly clenched fist and
storming away from an immobile Jensen, feeling badly for leaving him like that,
but also not wanting to be near him for how angry he was.
He walked up to the tall Alpha and spun him around roughly. “What the fuck do
you think you’re playing at, Padalecki?” he snarled menacingly. Jared glared at
him in annoyance.
“What the fuck are you talking about, man?” he asked incredulously. Without a
word, Chris shoved the piece of paper at him. Padalecki stared at it, shocked,
becoming white as a sheet. His breath was coming out in shallow pants and a
desperate gleam entered his eyes.
“Jensen…” he whispered, nearly a whimper. He turned in despair to Chris, who
was torn between slugging him on principle and listening to his gut, which told
him the other alpha hadn’t been seducing his bitch of an ex-girlfriend.
“Where’s Jensen?” he asked, pleading now. “Please Chris, you can punch me
later, you gotta tell me where Jen is!”
“Why the hell should I?” Chris demanded, slightly more lucid now, but still
simmering with rage.
“Listen, Kane,” Chad butted in evenly, his somber tone speaking to Chris more
than Jared’s desperation for how rare it was. “Jared went over to Sandy
yesterday to tell her to leave Jensen alone. My best guess? He lost his temper.
But I can tell you right now, he’s too in love with Jensen to even contemplate
hurting him like that. You gotta tell him where he is, so that he can tell
Jensen himself.”
Chris hesitated a moment before nodding jerkily, his gut winning out. “It
doesn’t help. Jensen saw all the pictures. He’s probably halfway home by now.”
“First Genevieve’s comment, then Sandy’s insults and now this.” Jared ran his
hand through his hair, the force of it making it seem more like the boy was
aiming to yank his hair out. His brown eyes glistened suspiciously as he bent
over, his hands on his knees. “Why the fuck does everything work against us?”
he muttered, mostly to himself.
He grabbed his bag, and Chris knew he was going after Jensen.
Only, it turned out they didn’t have to.
Jensen stormed past them, not even seeming to realize they were right there,
marching determinedly to the table where Sandy and her cronies sat. He slammed
the picture down on the table in front of her, making her let out a little
scream of shock.
Chris exchanged looks with Jared and Chad, the whole pack moving simultaneously
to where Jensen was.
“Listen to me, Sandy, and listen well,” he commanded, his voice flinty and ice-
cold. They slowed, able to hear everything that Jensen was saying. “You can say
whatever the fuck you want about me, and you can do whatever the fuck you want
to me, but now you’re messing with Jared and his reputation, and that is not
okay with me!” he snarled. “This is between you and me, so you leave him out of
this! If this was your brilliant idea to make me rethink being with him, then
you’re more than just a bitch, you’re fucking clueless too. I trust Jared with
my life, and I don’t care about whatever he might be hiding because I know it’s
not this. He would never hurt anyone like that. He’s got more honor and
integrity in his left little toe than you have had in your entire life
combined, and if you ever even think of undermining that- undermining him!- to
get back at me, then you and I are going to have some serious problems.” He
leaned in close, still not seeming to even realize that they, or anyone else,
was there. “Jared is amazing,” he stated lowly, “and I pity you for letting him
go. But don’t you dare hurt him just to get back at me. Don’t you dare hurt
him, period. You do what you want to do, but to me, not to anyone else. You got
that?”
Huh…it took him a minute, but Chris finally identified the fierce burning in
his chest.
He was so proud of his best friend.
 
~*Jared*~
The barest hint of a breeze would have knocked him off his feet just then.
Just a few seconds ago, he’d been on the edge, so sick of everything and
everyone working against him and Jen, trying to pull them apart at every God
damned turn.
Now?
He was awed, gratified, and so freaking in love it was barely believable.
Jensen had fought against those odds. He hadn’t stood up for himself, but he’d
stood up for Jared, he’d stood up for them, with every possible reason in the
world not to. He had every right to confront Jared, or even leave him, because
it was obvious the picture wasn’t photo-shopped, but instead, Jen had such
faith in Jared and in their relationship, that he’d taken a giant leap of trust
and actually defended Jared against Sandy. It was the last thing on his mind,
but Jensen had been worried about his reputation.
His mate still hadn't even noticed they were there yet, and quite frankly,
Jared wanted his mate too fucking much to stay there much longer.
“Jen, baby…” he murmured. As if attuned to his voice, Jen responded,
straightening up and turning around.
“Jay…” his mate breathed, sounding relieved and exhausted. “I’m so sorry
about…”
“Don’t,” he smiled, unable to find it in himself to taint his happiness and
love by dealing with Sandy at that moment. He would leave that to Chad and
Chris, who would both undoubtedly want revenge on behalf of their best friends.
He took Jensen’s hand and pulled him to his truck, walking quickly through the
small crowd that gathered, needing to get Jen into his arms, feel his mate’s
lips on his.
As soon as they rounded the truck and came into semi-privacy, he backed Jen up
against the door, claiming his lips roughly with his own. His tongue plundered
Jensen’s mouth, swallowing the smaller boy’s sinful moans.
“God, baby…” Jared growled, slipping his hand down to palm and grope at
Jensen’s ass. “Ditch with me,” he said impulsively. He needed to be alone with
Jen, and he needed to hold him, and assure him, and thank him so profusely for
being him and for believing in them even when every bone in his body must have
fought his heart’s decision. “I need to just be with you, away from the rest of
the world for a little while,” he admitted, not caring about the desperation in
his tone. “Please, Jen? Will you let me be with you?”
He chanced a look at Jen, and was met with sparkling green eyes that stole his
breath away in the same manner that Jensen Ackles had stolen his heart;
instantaneously.
Looking up at him from under those ridiculously sexy long lashes, Jen smiled
brilliantly and nodded.
“Forever and always."
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Chapter End Notes
     Hope you guys liked the chapter, and the little Chad scene! I promise
     the next scene will be hotter than this one! ;-)
     -JayGirl
***** Shifting *****
Chapter Notes
     I got this chapter done sooner than expected, so surprise! It's not
     as long as the last few, but definitely as jam-packed! I hope you
     enjoy!
     Big shout out to Serenafray05, Catsss, j2_is_life and Claire, and
     also to cheery_pie and hiddenscribbles, who I missed this week!
     Once more, I cannot begin to thank you all enough. You humble me.
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
~*Jensen*~
“…and then Chris nearly punch my lights out when he showed me what Sandy had
done,” Jared concluded. They had come back to their clearing in the forest and
after they had cuddled a little, basking in being together, Jared had begun his
story about how the picture got taken, and everything that happened thereafter.
Jen remained silent, letting his boyfriend talk, returning the favor since
Jared had let him tell his story without interruption. He could appreciate the
effort that took, especially when he told Jared about Sandy ruining his
painting. “I was so sick of everything working so much against us, Jen,” he
admitted, hiding his face in Jensen’s neck. “Sometimes it feels like everything
is conspiring to break us apart.”
Jensen’s heart squeezed in sympathy. He had been so blinded by rage at the
tangible proof that Sandy would hurt Jared that he hadn’t even had time to
consider the effect it had had on his boyfriend. Jared must have thought Jensen
was distraught and ready to break up. Hell, if it was anyone else, Jensen
thought he might have been. The trust he had in Jared never ceased to amaze
him. He looked at the floppy-haired boy and the pain in those hazel orbs stole
his breath. He pushed away a lock of stubborn hair and he pressed his forehead
against Jared's. “I’m so sorry, Jay,” he pressed little kisses all over Jared’s
face until he relaxed slightly. “I should have come to you first, and told you
that I was okay, that we were okay. I just…I was so angry, you know? What must
all the teachers now think, with Sandy’s little attempt to get back at me? I
didn’t even think to come to you, all that was going through my mind was
telling Sandy to leave you the hell out of all this."
He wriggled down so that there were on eye-level. Cupping Jared’s face gently
with his hands, he looked resolutely into his wide, melted Hershey kisses eyes.
He couldn't yet say the three words he really wanted to say, but he knew that
he needed to reassure Jared that he wasn't alone in what he was feeling. “You
should know…I don’t have faith in much. I don’t believe in much. But this? When
I was faced with this? I didn’t have a single doubt in my mind that you
wouldn’t hurt me like that. For everything in the world that I don’t believe
in, I’ll be damned if I don’t believe in us.”
Jared pulled away to look at him and Jensen pressed their foreheads together
once more, needing the closeness. He ghosted their lips together, once,
twice…chaste little kisses that started a slow burning blaze deep inside him.
“Jay,” he whispered, keeping his eyes closed, “I don’t know much, and I can’t
control the future, but I can tell you this: for as long as we’re together,
there is no force in the world strong enough to take me away from you.”
Jensen’s heart clenched in uncertainty, forcing himself not to wonder whether
Jared could be taken from him; as strong as he could be for Jared, it would
mean nothing if it wasn’t a two-way thing. “Whenever it feels like they’re
conspiring against us, you tell me, and I’ll show you that even if they are,
they’re fighting a losing battle.” He finally opened his eyes to find Jared’s
hazel eyes watching him, silent tears clinging obstinately to the ends of his
lashes. “We’re the best team there is, babe,” he smiled, the nickname slipping
from his lips without conscious thought on his part.
Those stubborn tears finally fell from Jared’s eyes as he surged forward to
fuse their lips, arms wrapping around Jensen in a passionate embrace. He
devoured Jensen’s mouth, swallowing every moan and plea that fell from his
lips. Jensen pressed forward, eager for the feel of Jared, reveling in every
inch of him being pressed into the ground by Jared’s hard, toned body. He
wasn’t sure at what point in time he’d developed such an iron-strong belief in
them, but he liked it. It felt like he could finally rest his head on something
real…like he could finally lean on someone and like he was finally loved. At
the same time that it was so easy to be Jared’s, he knew that it wasn’t
something that would happen again. Deep-seated certainty told him that he would
never feel this way about another as long as he lived.
Maybe he felt the deep change in Jensen’s line of thought, because Jared slowed
the kiss, less hungry and more languorous, not lacking passion, just lacking
the hurry they usually kissed with. Jared kissed him like he was mapping out
every ridge of Jensen’s mouth, hands touching like there would be a test on
every contour and angle of his body. He kissed him like they had all the time
in the world, and like he was starved for the taste and feel and touch of
Jensen. He kissed him like he was the most precious thing in the world and like
he was savoring each second that he got to spend like this. God, he could spend
his entire life kissing Jared...Jensen tasted the saltiness of tears on his
boyfriend’s lips, and in an urge to comfort, he snaked his hand up Jared's
neck, reaching to tangle it in the locks he so loved to play with.
When they finally pulled away, neither of them really felt like talking. Jared
rolled on to his back, taking Jensen with him so that he was sprawled over his
chest. Jensen buried his face in Jared’s neck, inhaling deeply, enjoying the
woodsy, almost spicy scent that seemed unique to his boyfriend. Jared nuzzled
his hair and Jensen suppressed a smile at the puppy-like behavior. Almost
unthinkingly, they joined their hands, being close to each other enough for
them in that moment.
Jensen turned his head and pressed his lips to the hollow at Jared’s throat.
His chest rumbled with satisfaction and Jensen smiled against his skin.
“Jen?” Jared murmured, his hands around Jensen tightening until he took the
hint not to move.
“Mm?” He settled against Jared’s chest more comfortably, entirely too content
to just stay there.
“Thank you for believing in me,” Jared whispered. “For believing in us. I know
every part of you must have been rebelling and wanting to leave me, but thank
you for having faith in us. For knowing me. For knowing that I would sooner die
than to hurt you. Against the worst of odds, you still stood by me, and I’m not
even sure I would have had that kind of strength. Thank you, baby…just, a
million times, thank you.”
Small kisses rained over the nape of Jensen’s neck, hot splashes from tears
tickling him. Jensen balled his fists in Jared’s shirt, his own tears now
pressing into the soft material.
“I’ll always stand by you,” he murmured thickly. “The sky itself could come
crashing down on us, and I’d still be right there next to you. You're
everything to me.”
Jensen pushed back a little to look at his boyfriend, reaching a hand up to
caress his cheek, fingers lightly tracing the shadows under his hazel eyes.
“You didn’t sleep last night,” he observed, his heart clenching in worry. He
shimmied up Jared’s body, cursing his hormones as the feel stirred the embers
pooled low in his stomach. He rolled off Jared, landing on his back and pulling
his boyfriend’s arm, encouraging him to pillow his head on Jensen’s shoulder.
Jared snuggled into him, wrapping his long arms around Jensen's waist, and
Jensen enjoyed being able to do for Jared what Jared usually did for him.
He carded his fingers gently through Jared’s hair, absently humming a soothing
tune under his breath until the taller boy’s breathing evened out. He pressed a
gentle kiss to Jared’s hair, content to stay like that until he woke up…he
really needed the rest, it seemed.
Unfortunately, the stillness also gave Jensen’s mind plenty of time to wonder.
It terrified him that Jared was being so patient about the day he’d found
Jensen lying in his kitchen, bloodied and battered. Terrified him, because it
all the more accentuated the fact that Jared deserved to know what was
happening. How could he tell his boyfriend, though, that it wasn’t someone
random, but his own foster father who was beating him? Jared would freak.
Either he would hurt, or God forbid, kill Eric, or he would decide that there
was too much baggage to handle and walk away. It was the second option that
scared him the most, because how could he handle Jared walking away from him?
It surely wouldn’t be the case, that Jared would simply kiss him and tell him
that he supported Jensen in whatever he chose to do, because there was no way
Jared would stand back when Jensen was getting hurt, a fact that was both
comforting, and distressing. It wasn’t like he could go his whole life without
saying anything about it, though. He’d explored that option, but it wasn’t
feasible, because what kind of a relationship would they have if Jensen was
always holding back a certain part of himself? As much as he hated to admit it,
the abuse was and always would be a part of his life. He’d decided a long time
ago not to let it control or define him, to just have it be part of him that
taught him to be strong and survive, but at the same time, he couldn’t expect
Jared to understand. Sometimes, when he was curled in a ball on the floor or
bent over in pain in the shower, he didn’t quite understand it himself. He
hated to keep secrets from Jared…
…but then, he wasn’t the only secretive one here.
He knew that Jared was keeping a secret. He didn’t know what, and that bothered
him more than he wanted to say. When he’d seen that picture of Jared and Sandy…
he couldn’t help his mind immediately flashing back to catching Adam cheating
on him in the school gymnasium. It was actually that memory that convinced him
Jared could have never hurt him like that, because if there was ever anything
in the world that Jensen was sure of, it was that Jared was NOT Adam. As
scarred as he was by Adam’s abuse and his cheating, Jensen had been healing by
every one of Jared’s tender touches and whispered words of devotion and
adoration. While this almost made up for whatever big secret Jared was
withholding from him, it didn’t change the fact hanging over Jensen like a dark
cloud, that whatever the secret was, it could destroy them just as surely as
Jensen’s own secrets could.
Jensen looked down at the mop of brown hair that splayed over his chest, and
the gentle curve of Jared’s face peeking through. Smoothed now, and
unencumbered by the problems of the real world, Jared looked content and
peaceful and younger than he usually did. His forehead bore no creases and his
mouth was lax, and the only other expression Jensen found as endearing, was the
one with Jared’s smile. There was no denying the fact that he had fallen in
love with Jared. He wanted to be angry with himself for falling into the trap
that seemed so clichéd and teenager, but whatever the burning was inside of him
whenever he so much as thought of Jared…was there anything else that feeling
could possibly be defined as? Suddenly, a line to the old song Jody used to
sing all the time popped into his head;
I don’t know much…but I know I love you. And that may be, all I need to know.
Jensen brushed a kiss light as air over Jared’s hair. Maybe it was true. Maybe
it would be enough just to know that he loved Jared.
He sang the line softly, not wanting to wake Jared up but feeling an almost
overwhelming need to tell him nonetheless.
“I don’t know much...but I know I love you. And that may be all I need to
know.”
###
Crash, thunk!
Chad’s grin split across his face. “Stripes thirteen, center pocket, just like
you said.” His voice was awed, and Jensen smiled at his excitement, so
different from the disgruntled looks of the third team they were schooling that
night alone. They had come to Impala with Jared and Chris, who were sitting at
the booth, all four of them having agreed to hang out a little while. Chad made
a mean partner, and they were literally unbeatable, but Jensen couldn’t help
but miss his partner.
He looked over at Jared, who was in deep conversation with Chris. He wondered
idly what they were talking about, making a mental note to ask Chris about it
tomorrow.
“Stripes nine, corner pocket,” he called, leaning down to align his shot. He
took a deep breath and jerked his wrist, twisting it perfectly so that the ball
hit off the table and spun to the right corner. A smug smile found its way to
his face when Chad whooped as the ball sunk neatly into the pocket.
He straightened up, tensing when a voice sounded from behind him;
“Oh, don’t get up, you looked so damn fuck-able all spread out for me like
that.”
Jensen turned around, his blood simmering slightly as he met the smirking face
of one Jake Abel.
 
~*Jared*~
“She knows that Jensen doesn’t know about the Weres, and that you’re an Alpha,”
Chris pointed out in frustration. “You honestly think Sandy is not going to use
that to cause trouble? And what if someone else spills the beans to him? What
then? He deserves to know, and he deserves for you to be the one to tell him,
Jared!"
They were in Impala, Chad and Jen playing the pool circuit while Jared and
Chris were discussing the fact that Jared needed to tell Jensen about their
secret. Jared wanted so badly to argue, to tell Chris to mind his own business,
to insist that they were handling it fine and that nothing would go wrong...
Jared knew it was a vain hope to think that Sandy wouldn’t make use of the fact
that she knew Jensen was in the dark about their lives. Like it or not, the
time to keep this from Jen was quickly coming to a close. All his fears came
rushing to the surface and he felt an overwhelming desire to be close to his
Jen.
He glanced over at his boyfriend, who was calling a shot and leaning down to
take it. A rush of love flowed through his veins as Jen made the pocket, Chad
cheering and Jensen simply grinning in satisfaction. Jared’s blood ran cold
when Jensen straightened up, and Jake and his cronies, Sebastian and Mark, were
standing behind him.
He didn’t hear what Jake said, but both Jensen and Chad tensed up. Chris and
him got up together, striding quickly to them.
“Back off, Abel,” he heard Chad growl menacingly. Instantly, his body flushed
with anger at the implication that Abel had been interfering with his mate
again. After the first time he’d slammed the guy into the side of the school
building, you’d think he’d have heeded the warning to leave Jen alone.
“The bitch likes all the attention, Murray,” Jake responded snidely. “Don’t
you, you little whore?” he turned to Jensen and Jared was ready to tear the
boy’s throat out for daring to talk to his mate, let alone insult him.
“You must be confusing me with a mirror,” Jensen replied before Jared could act
on his impulse, making him grin despite his anger. The boy started forward, but
stopped when Chad stepped slightly in front of Jensen and Jared and Chris
finally managed to push their way through the crowd that gathered.
“Don’t mind him, Jake,” Shepard sneered, aiming his glare at a fuming Jared.
“He’s got a fine mouth now because his little bodyguards are here.”
“Yeah,” Jake jeered, lip upturned in a disparaging motion, stepping even closer
to Jensen until they were only inches apart. Jared barely suppressed the urge
to floor the arrogant boy, needing to wait for Jen to give some kind of signal
that it was okay to deck him. He didn’t want to have a fight with Jen about him
being over-protective, but Jake was really pushing it…
“Besides,” Abel continued, looking scornfully at Jensen, “look at them. It’s
not like the hulking jocks are good for anything else, except maybe taking
turns to fuck him.”
This would have been the comment that threw Jared over the edge…if it hadn’t
thrown Jensen off first.
In a move so fast that none of them could have anticipated it, wolf senses and
all, Jensen’s knee shot up, nailing the boy in the sternum before he threw a
right hook and a quick follow-up elbow jab that floored Jake faster than he
could take a second breath. Blood painted his mouth and gushed from his nose as
he lay there wailing and swearing blue murder. Chris, Jared and Chad were
standing stock-still, only snapping out of their stunned reveries when Jensen
rotated his wrist experimentally and picked up his jacket.
“Whoops, I think I might have tripped into you there, Abel,” he commented
lightly, shrugging his leather jacket on. Leaning down, he spoke in a whisper
only they could hear. “Don’t you ever talk about them like that again.”
Casually, Jensen turned around and walked away. They followed him, Chris
ginning like a maniac, Chad laughing his ass off and Jared wanting nothing more
than to get his mate horizontal (or even vertical) on the nearest available
surface.
“That was sick, Freckles, where’d you learn to fight like that?!” Chris asked
excitedly.
“You know I have 17 years of history before you guys met me, right?” Jensen
grinned sheepishly. “You pick up a couple things along the way.”
“Then why didn’t you deck Sandy?” Chad demanded. Jensen snorted.
“I may not be entirely sure what Sandy is,” he shook his head, “but I don’t hit
girls. Or girl-resembling devil spawn.”
Jared roared with laughter, grabbing Jensen in a hug and kissing him firmly. It
was all he could do not to take his mate right there and then.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” he mumbled against Jensen’s lips, which were
curving into a smile. Guard lowered, Jared couldn't help his fleeting thought.
God, nothing could go wrong right now...
Famous last words.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Shepard and Roche were hauling Jake out of Impala. He still had a big mouth,
even unable to walk straight. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and Jared sensed
that things were about to get messy. Foreboding stilled his heart and he pushed
Jensen behind him, an argument the very last concern in his mind now.
“Show him!” Abel spat, mopping at the blood and straightening to aim a
challenging glare at Jared. Damn wolf-healing. “Show your precious little mate
exactly who he’s defending! Show him, Padalecki!”
Jared's heart stopped at the turn their confrontation was taking and a growl
ripped through his chest, at the worst possible time betrayed by his Alpha
temper.
“I’m not going to tell you again to back off, Abel,” Chad growled, coming to
stand next to Jared. Jared bared his teeth at Jake in warning, his canines
already distending slightly in his rage.
“Come on, Freckles…” Jared was grateful for Chris trying to get Jensen out of
there. Then at least, he could deal with Abel…
“Mate?” Jensen asked, alarm coloring his tone. “Jay, what’s going on?” Then
aside, he hissed, “Let go, Chris!” Jared knew Jen would never have left then,
but it was something to hope for at least. In a last ditch attempt to save
their relationship, Jared chanced turning his back on Jake, forcing himself to
calm down and leveling his desperate gaze at his boyfriend.
“Go home, Jen, please,” he pleaded softly. “I’ll explain tomorrow.”
Maybe the look in his eyes did it, or maybe it was the plea, but Jensen
softened and nodded slightly. Just as he was about to relax, just as he thought
maybe- just maybe- he was in the clear, the world and Jake Abel just had to
screw him over.
“No! Show him, Jared, or I will!” Jake screamed threateningly. Not waiting for
an answer, he lurched forward and shifted in mid-air, a black wolf taking his
place.
Just like that, Jared's world crumbled all around him.
He heard Jensen’s choked off gasp, and he wanted immediately to go to his mate
and beg him for forgiveness, but he was terrified of the disgust he knew he was
going to see there. Before he could dredge up the courage to face the love of
his life, Mark and Sebastian shifted too, and Jared knew that there was a
bigger problem than losing Jensen’s trust and love.
And that was losing Jensen.
The three wolves advanced on them and with muttered curses, Chris and Chad
flanked him. He nodded once, the pain in his heart overshadowed only by the
knowledge of what would happen if he didn’t do what he had to do. He channeled
his pain into sheer rage, wanting nothing more than to get back at the ones who
put him in this position.
Swallowing the bitter pill, Jared didn’t allow his tears of heartbreak and
anger to fall as he, in one fell swoop, took the last step in destroying the
relationship he’d begun to build with his mate.
He shifted.
###
Chapter End Notes
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~*Jensen*~
Werewolves.
As in…werewolves.
As in, shifting into giant furry beasts with claws and what big teeth you have
there, minus the grandmother and red-hooded squint eyed chick.
As in, werewolves.
Jensen knew in some part of his mind that he was hyperventilating and he knew
panic was beginning to fog up his senses. He knew that he needed to get his ass
into gear… but the fact of the matter was that his boyfriend, the guy he was in
love with, was now a russet brown-black wolf standing…crouching in front of
him. And God, didn’t that warrant a little bit of shock?
Jared wasn’t human. He was a werewolf! And he’d kept that a secret! In the back
of Jensen’s mind, he wondered idly why he seemed more upset at the secret
keeping, than the secret Jared had been keeping. Then it occurred to him that
it didn’t matter, because aside from the fact that there were more important
matters at hand, there was also the little reminder that Jensen himself was
keeping a secret of his own.
But then…werewolves!
He tried to choke out Jared’s name, beg him for an explanation, but his throat
closed up. He was glad of it, in retrospect, because despite his current state
of disbelief, there was still a potential fight to break up. All at once, sharp
and crippling terror struck his heart like a lightning bolt; what if the Jake-
Wolf was stronger than the Jared-Wolf? What if he hurt the Jared-Wolf?
The very possibility sickened him to his stomach.
And then it was clear.
It was Jared.
Jay.
His Jay.
His heart obviously held no concern for whichever…form, he was in. So why did
his head?
His epiphany was cut short by a harsh growl permeating the air around him. His
insides were shaking with fear, not for himself, but for Jared. He was going to
fight three wolves, how would he ever…
His question was cut off mid-thought when Chad and Chris suddenly disappeared,
to be replaced with a sand-colored and a copper-colored wolf respectively.
No, of course they were werewolves too, why wouldn’t they be? Since when has
Fate made it easier on me?
Jensen dismissed his thoughts, instead choosing to be grateful that the Jared-
Wolf had the back-up. The massive beast stalked forward, and in a crazy,
fleeting thought, Jensen reveled in how much the motion reminded him of an
angry Jared.
He was still rooted to the spot, unable to react, when Jared let out a menacing
growl that made the hairs on the back of Jensen’s neck stand up. He knew that
he was safe- no matter his shock, he knew without a doubt that Jared would
never harm him- but he felt afraid of what Jared might try to do to Wolf-Jake…
and whether or not Wolf-Jared was strong enough to win.
Before he could contemplate their next movement, Wolf-Jared and Wolf-Chad were
sprinting forward and Wolf-Jake and Co. were retreating. A choked expulsion of
breath whooshed from his chest as Jensen fell forward on to his knees, wanting
to call out to Jared and tell him not to give chase, because what if it was a
trap?
It took Jensen a second to realize that the Chris-Wolf was still there. The
coppery animal wasn’t facing him, but it stood in front of him in a protective
way that he couldn’t have mistaken as anyone else’s. His muscles were tensed
and coiled underneath his fur as he darted his gaze from side to side, raising
his muzzle in the air. Jensen instinctively knew Chris was looking for trouble,
the boy’s first reflex to protect Jen. The familiar gesture actually made
Jensen relax enough to roll his eyes at the inherent big brother that resided
within his best friend.
When, Jensen assumed, he had finally deemed everything safe, Chris shifted
back, long limbs and hair taking the place of the creature, so if Jen had
missed it before, he definitely hadn’t now. He averted his eyes at Chris’ semi-
nudity; he most certainly didn’t need to know it, but he couldn’t help noting
that Chris was not a boxers guy, but a briefs guy.
“I, uh…I’m decent.” The rough voice seemed tentative and pained, and Jensen
experienced a moment of panic at the thought that he’d gotten hurt without
Jensen even seeing it. The thought spurred him on to stride purposefully to his
best friend, now clad in the jeans he’s seemed to have taken off before
shifting, and who seemed to be bracing himself.
Jensen stopped short, ice blanketing his heart as he recognized the motion as
one he used to do a lot until he’d met Jared and Chris and the gang. He touched
two fingers to Chris’ wrist, happy that no flinch accompanied this motion. No
abuse, then, probably. In his worry for the boy, it didn’t matter to him that
Chris wasn’t all human, because Chris was still Chris, his best friend, just
like Jared was still his boyfriend. “Why do you think I’m about to hit you?” he
asked gently, eyes wide with concern.
Chris’ eyes mirrored the action. “You’re not?” he asked incredulously. “I kept
all this a secret, on my behalf and on Jared’s, I lied about it, I wasn’t
planning on telling you…and you’re not going to deck me?”
“I could never hurt you!” Jensen protested indignantly. He thought on Chris’
confession. “And I guess I’m hurt you wouldn’t have come to me, but I think I
can understand why. It’s not only your secret to tell, and I’m not entirely
sure I would have believed any of it, had I not just seen it.”
Chris stared at him for a minute, dumbfounded. “You’re awful understanding
about this all,” he managed to get out eventually. Jensen flinched, knowing
that he was keeping his thoughts at bay, trying to make sure he didn’t
completely freak out. Once he did, he would need to have a long talk with
Jared, but the more immediate concern at the moment was making sure none of
them were hurt.
“I’m sure it’ll hit me later,” Jensen nodded thoughtfully, turning serious at
the more pressing matter, “but right now my boyfriend is chasing a manic wolf
and I’m terrified he’s going to get hurt. We need to go after them.” He started
to move, only to be pulled back by his jacket sleeve by Chris. He huffed in
annoyance, shaking off the hold and pouting even though he was aware of how
little this helped his case.
“You want to go after Jared?” he asked in amazement. Jensen bristled, crossing
his arms as anger burned in his chest.
“He’s still susceptible to injury, he’s still Jared, and he’s still mine.”
Jensen aimed a glare at the other boy. “I swear, Chris…if you tell me not to go
after him…I love you, man, but I swear to God, I will kick your ass.”
Chris huffed out a disbelieving breath, the slightest, awed smile finding its
way to his lips. “Ok,” he nodded in astonishment. “Ok.”
###
By the time they’d found Jared and Chad, Jensen was a nervous wreck. He was
fairly certain his overtaxed imagination had come up with every possible
combination of every factor that could have resulted in Jared being hurt or…or
worse.
Of all places, they were on the football grounds at school, deserted as it was
on a Friday night. Jared was still in his wolf form and huddled in a ball in
the middle of the field and Chad was sitting on the bleachers, looking worn and
tired, his usually cocky smile nowhere to be seen. He started when he saw
Jensen and Chris approaching, and as much as Jen wanted to run to the mass of
fur curled up on the field, he also knew that they didn’t need an audience for
the conversation they needed to have.
“Is he hurt?” Jensen demanded in a hushed whisper as soon as they were in
Chad’s earshot. “Are you hurt?”
“We’re both fine,” Chad dismissed, looking at Jensen with his blue eyes opened
wide. “And you…you’re here.”
“Of course I am.” He gave Chad a one-armed hug, thumping him on the back.
“Chris will fill you in, but right now, I think Jared and I need to be alone.”
“Maybe you both need some time,” Chad hedged, worrying his bottom lip between
his teeth in a gesture so unlike him that Jensen had to smile. “Don’t do
anything rash, Jense, you might think differently when…”
“I’m not going to hurt him, Chad,” Jensen soothed. “I just want him to stop
hurting.”
Chad hesitated a second before nodding and handing Jensen a pair of Jared’s
jeans. They turned to leave and Jensen made his way across the field, shivering
slightly in the cold night air. The huge wolf picked his head up as Jensen
approached, and he wondered whether Wolf-Jared could smell him, or whether
Human-Jared could sense him. Those thoughts left his mind when the wolf began
to whimper lightly, lowering his head to the ground between his big paws.
Jensen could hear the heartbreak in it and it tore him apart.
“Hey,” he soothed unthinkingly, reaching out a hand and moving forward slowly.
“Jay…please, Jay, it’s just me, I…I’m not going to…do you even understand me?”
he wondered out loud, unsure how to approach the subject.
The wolf’s head dipped slightly then came back up in an approximation of a nod.
Jensen huffed out a small breath. “God, this is so bizarre…”
Wolf-Jared whimpered again and Jensen cursed his big mouth. “No, Jay…please,
babe, let me just…” He thought that he should feel ridiculous, talking to the
bear-sized wolf in front of him, but surprisingly, he didn’t.
Even as logic rebelled against him, his heart only saw his hurting boyfriend.
The wolf stilled, and Jensen suspected this was the best he was going to get
until he told Jared that he wasn’t here to break up with him, as he was sure
the wolf thought.
And wasn’t that just the weirdest thought in the world?
“We need to talk face-to-face, Jay,” he murmured, getting on to his knees and
holding out the jeans hopefully. “Please?”
After a minute, the massive wolf transformed into his boyfriend. This time,
Jensen watched as every limb grew out, the fur seemed to sink into his skin and
his face morphed into human form. Wordlessly, he held the jeans out, and Jared
quickly changed into them, still not talking or looking at him.
“Jared…” he tried to start, but was shocked into silence when Jared abruptly
dropped to his knees next to Jensen, gripping his forearms and looking into his
eyes with the desperation of a drowning man, tears shining there and slipping
down his cheeks.
“Jen, baby, please…I just…I’m sorry, I mean, please don’t…” he mumbled
brokenly, and Jensen’s heart broke all over again. He squeezed Jared’s arms,
forcing him to quieten down.
“Jay, you gotta listen to me, okay?” he said gently. “It’s my turn to talk
first.”
Jared seemed to deflate at this, curling into himself. Jensen sat on the field
cross-legged and pulled on Jared’s arm to get him to open up a little. The
hazel-eyed boy looked up, sorrow radiating from him.
“Jay,” he started, some of his earlier worry springing to his mind. “First of
all, you cannot just sprint away from me then go missing for hours. I’m getting
real tired of that little trick. I was worried sick that Jake and his minions
might have hurt you! Do you have any idea how close to crazy I came, looking
for you?” He kept his chiding gentle as he checked Jared over for any injuries,
letting out a small sigh of relief when he found none. He cradled Jared’s hand
loosely in his own, taking a deep breath in preparation of everything he was
about to say.
“I’m sorry,” Jared mumbled in a small voice, rivulets of tears cascading down
his cheeks. Sighing, Jensen thumbed at the moisture tenderly, his heart
overpowering his mind once more.
“Jared, you should have told me something,” he stated quietly. “Keeping this a
secret from me was the worst possible thing you could have done. That I had to
find out like that, I think, hurt me even more than knowing that you’re…”
Jensen hesitated to find the right word. “Different.”
“You think I’m a monster,” Jared whispered hollowly. “This is why I didn’t…”
“Whoa,” Jensen stopped him, frowning slightly. “I don’t think you’re a
monster.”
“You don’t even know what to call me,” Jared pointed out miserably.
Jensen nodded. “That’s because I don’t want to offend you. Jake, yeah, him I’d
call a monster, but seeing you on the field before you…changed, I would have
called you an overgrown puppy.” Jared’s head lifted, an expression crossed
between hopeful and scowling caught on his face. Jensen snickered lightly. “See
what I mean?”
“Jen,” Jared shook his head desperately, “I wanted to tell you. I wanted to
tell you so badly. But I was just…God, I was terrified. The very idea that you
wouldn’t want to see me again, the thought that you’d look at me and see a
monster…it was more than I could take. You have to know, though, that I never
meant for you to find out like that! Never! I would never want you to be
afraid. I was going to tell you everything tomorrow, I just…” his breath
hitched as he squeezed his eyes shut, “I just wanted one more night, if you
were going to leave me.”
“But Jay, you haven’t given me the chance to react,” Jensen objected softly,
not trying to hurt him, but trying to make him see. “Every day that you didn’t
tell me, you took that choice away from me.”
Jared seemed to crumble in on himself, even as he nodded slightly. “I
understand,” he whispered.
Jensen sighed cavernously, wondering where all his common sense had gone.
Because to him? Jared was Jared. It killed Jensen that no normal reaction was
forthcoming from him, but his heart was just sort of saying “Oh, so he’s a
wolf? That’s cool. Does this rule out date night on days with a full moon?”
“You obviously don’t understand,” he contradicted softly, catching Jared’s chin
between his fingers and lifting his face to meet his eyes. “I don’t understand
why, and I don’t understand why I’m not hightailing it across the Pacific by
now, but I don’t care that you’re a werewolf.”
The overwhelming feeling of rightness that washed over him at the absolute,
naked truth in those words, almost made him miss Jared’s eyes widening
comically.
“What do you mean?” he asked quietly.
Jensen shrugged helplessly. “It makes absolutely no sense to me either, but I
only feel like I need to be bothered by the wolf-thing because logic dictates I
should be. But there is no part of me that feels like you’re any different.
What I feel for you? It’s not defined by what you look like, by what form
you’re in. To me, you’re still Jared.”
Jensen took one of Jared’s hands in both of his own, playing with it in his
lap. “You know, I think you and me together had kind of made me stronger.”
“How so?” Jared asked, as if he were in some kind of trance.
“Well,” Jensen thought, “I wouldn’t have been able to stand up to Sandy and
Jake if they hadn’t have messed with you… and I never knew I could ever trust a
guy the way I trust you… and also, I’ve almost never been strong enough to
listen to my heart. And yet here I am.”
“But…I’m not human, Jen,” Jared said in confusion, the briefest flickering of
hope lightening his darkened eyes. “How can you trust me and feel safe around
me when I’m not even human? It’s the main problem with Were-Human
relationships.”
“Adam is a human,” Jensen shrugged, trying to put into words the distinction he
felt was important. “He damn near killed me. There is not a snowball’s chance
in hell that I feel safer with him than I do with you.” Jensen brought the hand
he was holding up to his lips, pressing a light kiss against Jared’s knuckles,
letting go of some of his anger at the obvious agonizing Jared had put himself
through trying to find a way around this. “I feel safer with you than I do with
anyone else in the world,” he admitted. “There are a lot of things I don’t know
about all of this, but one thing I know I’ll never have to question, is how
safe I am when I’m with you. You’ll never hurt me, not intentionally.”
Jared’s eyes widened in anticipation as he leaned forward and cradled Jensen’s
face between his massive palms. “I need you to tell me, Jen,” he said
desperately. “I need you to say the words.”
Jensen closed his eyes briefly before lifting them to meet Jared’s. He put his
hands on top of his boyfriend’s and licked his lips once, unconsciously.
“I’m not in love with Jared, the buff, lean, floppy haired, hazel eyed boy
straight off the cover of a magazine,” he said steadily, tightening his hold on
Jared’s hands so that he wouldn’t pull away. “I’m in love with Jared the
protector, and Jared the caregiver. I’m in love with Jared the sweetheart,
Jared the team player, Jared the best friend and Jared the poet. I’m in love
with your soul. No strings, no conditions, no matter what. The only thing
that’s changed, is that I’m now in love with a half-human, half-werewolf,
fully-amazing guy who gives new definition to the phrase one in a million. I’m
in love with you.”
 
~*Jared*~
His heart stopped beating and the world around him narrowed down to the face
cradled in his hands.
Jensen loved him.
Jensen loved him.
Jensen loved him.
Jensen was in love with him!!!
“You…you’ve never said that to me before,” he choked out, eyes burning as he
stroked Jensen’s cheek and smoothed back his hair, anything as an excuse to
touch his mate’s face.
“I guess I haven’t,” Jensen whispered, enchanting green eyes seeming to wrap
Jared in happiness and comfort.
“I love you too, Jen,” he breathed, uncaring of the tears they were both
shedding now. “God, I love you too, baby, I love you so damn much.”
He leaned forward, and just before their lips touched, Jensen murmured, “You
still have a lot of explaining to do.”
“I know.”
Their lips brushing against each other’s now, “And don’t think you’re forgiven
for everything just yet.”
“Never.”
Jared landing the smallest of kisses on Jensen’s slowly responding lips. “And
don’t think that just because I love you, that means…”
“I love you too.” Jared claimed his mate’s lips roughly, swallowing the moans
he made and pulling Jensen on top of him as he sank backwards, quickly
plastering Jen’s body against his own. He nibbled Jensen’s bottom lip, licking
into his mouth when the boy’s moans gave him access. He sucked Jensen’s tongue
and slipped his hand into the smaller boy’s back pocket, groping his ass hard
while he rolled his hips upwards.
“Jay…” Jensen moaned as their hardening crotches brushed teasingly against each
other. “Please…”
As if Jared needed any more encouragement. He rolled them over, being sure not
to press his whole weight against Jensen, and divested his mate of his shirt,
leaning down immediately to latch his mouth over one dusky pink nipple and
gather Jensen’s wrists in his hands. He nibbled and sucked and kissed and
licked until Jensen was a writhing mass underneath him and his nipple was a
hard nub, before switching over to the other one and showering it with the same
attention, still not relinquishing his grip on Jensen’s wrists.
Jensen was jerking his hips up mindlessly by now, his breath coming out in
these sharp needy little sounds that were driving Jared mad. He crushed his
mouth against Jen’s again, fucking his tongue in and out of it in a dirty
demonstration of what he really wanted to do. He left Jensen’s mouth and
trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down his mate’s body as his hands busied
themselves unbuttoning Jensen’s jeans. When he reached Jensen’s navel, he
glanced up and saw Jen’s head thrown back in pleasure and his wrists exactly
where he had left them, a gesture of submission that hardened Jared’s cock even
more. He carefully pulled Jensen’s jeans off, trailing kisses down his left leg
as he did so and coming back up by kissing a trail up his right leg.
He sucked the skin of Jensen’s inner thigh into his mouth, biting and sucking
until a dark mark was left there. He growled in pleasure, loving Jensen marked
all over his neck, torso and thighs as his. Jensen’s cock was straining against
his underwear, a damp spot where pre-come had seeped through, and Jared was
overcome by desire.
“So hard for me, Jen,” he groaned as he peeled his mate’s underwear down and
his cock sprung up, curving towards his belly. “Just for me?”
“Only you, Jay,” Jensen moaned breathily, rotating his hips enticingly. “Only
ever you.”
Jared’s inner Alpha growled in pleasure. “Can I taste you, baby?” he asked, his
voice a guttural wreck. “I want to suck you, need to taste…”
“Oh, God, please,” Jensen whimpered. “Jesus, fuck, Jared, please…”
Jared dipped his head and ran his tongue along the vein on the underside of
Jensen’s hot length, coming up to delve his tongue into the slit, reveling at
the musky, salty-sweet taste that burst across his tongue. Jensen’s hips shot
up of their accord, his strangled gasp resonating loudly in the otherwise quiet
grounds. Jared pressed down on Jensen’s hips with his hands, pinning him there
while he took the top of Jen’s cock gently into his mouth, suckling sweetly and
occasionally tonguing the slit. He bobbed his head up and down, coaxing more of
his mate’s thick length into his mouth and enjoy the keening sounds coming from
him.
Squeezing his hips once in warning, Jared eased his hands off his mate, humming
in pleasure when Jensen stayed put. With one hand, he reached up to tweak
Jensen’s nipples in time with his sucking, the other hand going to fondle his
balls. Jensen panted wildly, moaning Jared’s name.
“Jay, Jay, Jay, oh God, oh, fuck, Jay!”
He pulled off Jensen’s cock slowly, smirking when he whimpered at the loss of
contact. “You liked that, Jen?” he asked, his voice rough and low as his hand
took his mouth’s place, slowly stroking Jensen’s dick. “I did. You looked so
sexy for me, begging me to keep sucking you. You taste so good, baby, I wanted
to keep sucking you until you came down my throat, but then I wouldn’t get to
do this.”
Without warning, he delved the hand that was wet from stroking Jensen’s shaft
between his ass cheeks, dipping one finger teasingly into his mate’s hole.
“Jay!” Jensen screamed, coming off the ground, exploding as he came all over
himself and Jared. Jared massaged his rim and cock through his orgasm,
muttering inanely about how fucking sexy he looked. When he’d ceased spasming,
Jensen finally took his wrists from their position above his head and pressed
his palm directly over the hard bulge of Jared’s jeans. Jared moaned, jerking
his hips into the contact slightly.
Jensen flipped them over, straddling Jared’s legs as he reached his hand down
Jared’s jeans. Jared groaned, knowing that a hand-job was the furthest they
could go if Jared didn’t want to knot Jensen yet. He reached up and grasped
Jensen’s ass again, spreading him open wide and fingering his hole again.
Jensen threw his head back and moaned like a porn star, grinding down at the
same time that he wrapped his hands around Jared’s huge member. He jacked
slowly upwards, rubbing the slit with his thumb and spreading the pre-come
there, before bringing the thumb to his mouth and sucking it provocatively.
“Fuck, baby,” Jared breathed. “Such a little slut for me…bet you want more of
that, huh? Bet you wish I was going to put my big cock up your tight little
ass.” Jared pushed one finger slowly in, demonstrating his point as Jensen let
out a breathy, needy little keening sound. “Fuck, baby, you look fucking fine
like this,” he growled lustfully. “You look so perfect just like this, fuck,
you’d look even better bouncing off my cock. You want that, baby? You want to
ride my dick? Want to bounce on my lap until you come untouched?”
“Fuck, yes, Jay,” Jensen cried grinding harder down, a light sheen of sweat
glistening over his naked body. “I want to ride you, then I want you to fuck me
hard and fast and dirty, take me deep, then I can suck you clean.”
“Ngh, yeah, Jensen baby,” Jared moaned, bucking his hips upwards, pressing
against Jensen’s hands. Jen ducked down and pulled away Jared’s jeans and
briefs. He lifted his head to see Jensen wrapping those sinfully plump, cock-
sucking lips around the head of his shaft and the sight made him come undone.
“I’m coming, Jen!” he managed to groan out a warning before he was shooting his
load. Their chests and thighs were hit with ropes of white cum, and for coming
without a knotting, Jared had to admit that was pretty fucking fantastic. He
groaned when Jensen dipped his head, beginning to lick the cum off his chest
with sexy little kitten licks that had his dick twitching desire pooling low in
his stomach once more.
Knowing that a second time around, he wouldn’t be able to keep from knotting
Jensen, Jared flipped them back over, uncaring for their stickiness as he
claimed Jensen’s mouth in a tender kiss. “I love you so much, Jen.”
“I love you, Jay,” his mate replied, sounding soft and sleepy. After a few
beats, his eyes fluttered open and warm emerald eyes locked on to him, filling
him with its love. “We need to get cleaned up, talk about…well, everything, and
sleep.” Jensen punctuated his statement with a huge yawn before adding, “Not
necessarily in that order.”
“Where should we go?” Jared asked dubiously, wondering whether Jensen’s dad was
still out of town on business, knowing that his were not. They couldn’t go to
Chad’s, because his best friend would never let him live it down, and because
Mrs Murray would feel obligated to fill his parents in, and Jared cringed at
the possibility of going to Chris’ like this. The other alpha was likely
displeased with him for worrying Jen, and for landing them both in hot water by
not saying something sooner, so he was content to wait to see Chris until Jen
would be with them the entire time, and possibly several other witnesses.
“You have spare clothes in your football locker, and we’ll use the towels too,”
Jensen stretched, distracting Jared with the sumptuous view it provided.
“Um, Jen?” he finally snapped back to attentiveness. “Generally on a Friday
evening, being that there’s no school on Saturdays, they tend to lock the place
up. Climbing over the wall to get to the grounds was one thing, but there’s
locks on all the doors.”
“Oh, ye of little faith,” Jensen grinned, pulling on his still-clean jeans and
leaving them unbuttoned as he begun to walk towards the locker rooms. Jared
tucked himself back into his own jeans and followed suit, brow wrinkled in
confusion. “There’s no alarms in there right?” Jensen threw over his shoulder.
“Nu-uh,” Jared shook his head, “but just for clarity’s sake, I’d like to repeat
that there is a lock.”
Jensen chuckled lightly, and Jared took the moment to bask in the sound. Not
for the first time that night, he thanked every God and star that Jensen had
blown his mind out of the park and reacted in a way Jared could only have
dreamt he would. He had been certain he was going to lose the love of his life;
when he had seen Jensen walking up to him and ask him to talk face-to-face, he
felt sure he was facing losing his mate forever. Now that he knew he hadn’t, he
felt on top of the moon! And Jensen had told him he loved him! Screw the moon;
Jared was positively flying.
Did it get better than this?
With Jensen at his side, it just might.
 
~*Jensen*~
Walking was quite a monumental task when all your limbs felt like jelly.
Jensen soldiered on, intent on getting them cleaned up, because as
understanding as he was being about this whole…wolf, thing, he thought he
deserved a lot of clarity on the matter, not to mention the fact that a little
information would go a long way towards calming the panic attack that he just
barely kept at bay every time he thought long enough of the surreal reality
they were floating in.
“You’re going to explain everything once we’re done here, right?” Jensen
confirmed, keeping his voice level.
“Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell,” Jared promised, finally coming into
step next to him. His boyfriend smiled brightly at him, and suddenly, things
didn’t seem all that scary anymore. “I’m so happy to be able to talk to you
about it now,” he grinned, actually bouncing in his steps a little, and Jensen
mentally concluded that his boyfriend really was an overgrown puppy. “Thank you
so much for all of this, Jen,” Jared turned serious, hazel eyes shining in a
way that reminded Jensen exactly why he’d chosen to listen to his heart. “You
have no idea how much it means to me that you’re willing to give us a chance
after all this. I honestly was terrified that you’d never want to see me
again.”
Jensen thought about all the events leading up to that moment and reached out
to take Jared’s hand in his own. “You have your own point,” he admitted
carefully. “I don’t know how I would have reacted in a different situation, but
the adrenaline at the time sort of kick-started my mind-boggling epiphany that
you were still my Jay, wolfy or otherwise.”
“I like being yours,” Jared mumbled, pulling Jensen until he was tucked into
his side. “And I like you being mine even more.”
“Hey, I may be very understanding about the magnitude of the secret you were
keeping,” Jensen poked Jared’s ribs playfully, “and it may be that you were in
a tough position. You’re still, however, going to be doing a hell of a lot of
groveling, mister.”
“Yes, dear,” Jared teased, kissing the top of his head while he laughed. As
they approached the locked doors, Jensen reached down, pulling his left pant
leg up to reveal a stitched in little pocket. Jared frowned in puzzlement as
his mate took out two bobby pins from the secret little pocket.
“It helps to always be prepared,” Jensen defended, seeing the confusion on
Jared’s face.
“What a good little boy scout,” Jared grinned. Jensen’s next comment, however,
accompanied with a most saucy grin, had him groaning out loud.
“I was too naughty to be a boy scout.”
“Fuck, Jen,” he moaned throatily. “You’re making it very hard for me to have
any sort of self-restraint.”
Jensen grinned mischievously at him and Jared smacked his ass playfully.
Kneeling down, Jensen positioned the bobby pins in the locks and in under 30
seconds, there was a soft, unmistakable snick as the lock popped open.
“That was almost embarrassingly easy,” Jensen scoffed, while Jared just gaped.
His mate grinned at him again. “Might I just repeat; 17 years of history before
you guys knew me. I wasn’t always the Jen you know, Jay.”
This statement was delivered with a tone a little too aloof for Jared’s
comfort. He got the feeling that Jen wasn’t as comfortable with that fact as he
made out to be, but he thought now was the worst time in the world to push his
mate.
They entered the locker rooms and cleaned up quickly, Jensen swatting away
Jared’s wandering hands with playful grins every time he got side-tracked.
Before long, they were out of the school yards and walking to Jensen’s house,
which was still, to Jared’s worry, empty.
A comfortable silence had descended upon them as they walked, Jensen tucked
into Jared’s side to stave off the crisp air. His mate was practically falling
asleep on his feet as he walked, too stubborn to speak up, so Jared simply held
as much of him as he could.
Once they’d reached the driveway, Jen was fighting to keep his eyes opened. He
blearily tried to open the door, and Jared smiled indulgently as he took the
key away and did it himself. As it opened, he bent down to lift Jensen into his
arms, cradling him lovingly. Jensen immediately snuggled into his chest, and
was asleep before Jared could kick the door closed. He ascended the stairs with
ease, his mate barely a weight in his arms, and angled his mate with profound
tenderness into his bed, covering him with the quilt.
Jen reached up blindly for him, pulling him down to lie next to him. Jared’s
heart sang with happiness as he spooned Jensen to him, nuzzling his face into
the crook of his mate’s neck, pressing light kisses there.
“I love you, Jen, more than the moon and the stars,” he promised in a whisper.
Jared’s heart shone when Jensen surprised him, mumbling back his response.
“I love you too, Jay, forever and always.”
They were together.
They were okay.
They weren’t lost.
Everything was going to work out.
Our talk could wait till morning, he figured, snuggling closer to Jen.
Jared fell asleep with his mate in his arms.
###
Chapter End Notes
     There! I'd like to reiterate, I was terrified posting this chapter,
     and I hope that I didn't disappoint. I just figured that Jensen
     needed to be shown as strong, and what better way than to have
     inhuman faith in him and Jared?
     Also, I know the almost-smut was frustratingly close, but I have
     something bigger planned for their first time! Bear with me!
     Hope you guys liked it! -JayGirl
***** Night terrors *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm so sorry for my long absence! I had a most grueling week of
     exams, but I'm back now! Here's an extra long chapter to make up for
     it!
     This one is for j2_is_life! Hope you're enjoying France, hon! Take
     care and I miss ya! <3
     PS - I hope you guys remember the phone chatting chapter, because
     it's mentioned in this chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
~*Jensen*~
###
“Jensen!”
Jensen woke with a violent start, bolting upright and rousing Jared in the
process. Fear numbed his body and he felt like a deer caught in the headlights
when the voice boomed again, closer now.
“Jensen!”
Fear clogged up his throat and his breath came out in sharp, choppy pants at
the familiar voice. “Jared, you have to hide,” he choked out, pushing at his
boyfriend’s body. “Now!”
“Jen come on,” Jared wheedled, “don’t you think it’s about time your dad found
out about us? I really wanna meet him.”
“No!” Jensen all but yelled. “Just trust me, and hide! And whatever happens,
don’t come out until I tell you to!”
“Are you embarrassed of me or something?” Jared demanded, hurt flashing through
his puppy-dog eyes.
“No!” Jensen denied in frustration, trying to keep a handle on his temper. “It
has nothing to do with you! He just…he won’t…he might…”
“Jen, listen to me,” Jared began to argue, only to be cut off abruptly by the
door swinging viciously open to reveal Eric, foaming at the mouth and wielding
some or other weapon. Jensen's breath caught in his throat as he instinctively
threw his body forwards, moving in front of Jared protectively.
“I knew it!” he bellowed. “I knew you were going behind my back, sneaking
around, dirtying my house! I’ll teach you a fucking lesson, boy!”
Jensen yelped and curled into a ball as Eric lunged at him, striking him over
and over with what felt like a leather whip. “Please, no Dad, please stop, I’m
so-sorry!” he sobbed, barely cognizant of the yells coming from his father and
boyfriend.
“Get the fuck off of me, you little bastard!” Eric yelled, and Jensen lifted
his face to see Jared pulling his foster father back, murderous intent on his
face, clear as day. Eric swung the whip around and caught Jared across the
face, drawing blood.
“No!” Jensen was on his feet before he could think about it. Blood oozed from
him and he could barely stand, but he couldn’t just stand there and let Jared
get hurt. “Leave him alone!”
“You’re talking back to me for him?” Eric screamed, his face turning a
spectacular shade of red. “You feeling so much for your little fuck-buddy, then
fine, I’ll leave him alone, then.”
Eric advanced towards Jensen and he could barely let out a whimper before Eric
had him in a chokehold, the whip wrapped vice tight around his neck. He grabbed
frantically at it, tearing at the skin of his throat to try and get a grip on
it. Choking and flailing, his vision beginning to blur and his lips turning
blue, he barely made out Jared’s form in the mirror, sneaking up behind Eric.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one who saw it.
Eric let go suddenly and Jensen gasped in grateful lungfuls of breath, wheezing
and coughing violently. He could only watch helplessly from the floor as Eric
swung a meaty fist that connected with Jared’s jaw. Jared stumbled backwards
and tripped on his shoes, falling to the floor and hitting his head on the
corner of the dresser on the way down. There was a sickening crunch and thud
with the impacts that made Jensen’s heart seize up in terror.
“NO!!” he screamed hoarsely, uncaring of how much pain his throat was in. He
scrambled to Jared’s prone form and choked on a sob when he saw the pool of
blood at Jared’s head. His boyfriend was unmoving and Jensen pressed a
trembling hand to the pulse point in his throat.
Ice cold and still as death.
“No, no, no…” he moaned brokenly, pulling at Jared until he was draped across
his lap. Desperately, he pulled back Jared’s eyelid.
A glassy, hazel eye stared back at him.
He broke down, sobbing uncontrollably over Jared’s still body. “You killed
him!” he screamed, out of his mind with heartbreak. “You killed him, you
killed…”
“You killed him!” Eric bellowed. “You killed him just like you killed Jody and
just like you killed your own parents! You kill everyone you love, you’re
nothing but a curse!”
“No!” Jensen whimpered. “No, I didn’t! I mean, I didn’t…didn’t mean to...I…I
love him…I loved them all…”
“And you killed them,” Eric hissed. “Everyone around you dies!”
“No…” Jensen sobbed, clutching at Jared like this would somehow bring his
boyfriend back. Suddenly, underneath his arms, skin became fur.
He looked up to find Wolf-Jared growling at him, eyes a deep red that was far
from the hazel he had seen before.
Not Jared anymore, he realized. Just wolf.
He let out a piercing scream as the wolf attacked.
###
Jensen sucked in a breath, eyes snapping open, immobilized with residual
terror. His heart was pounding in his ears and his blood was roaring, his
cheeks streaked with tears.
Just a nightmare.
A horrible, terrible nightmare.
Jensen woke up slowly, still spooned snugly against Jared, warm and close, and
that was about where the good feelings ended. Terror still shook his heart and
despite Jared’s warmth pressed close to him, he could still feel the phantom
iciness of his boyfriend’s skin under the pads of his fingers. Ghost pains
burned his throat as he sucked in breaths, panting as though he’d run 10 miles,
and he cleared it, shifting slightly.
“Jen?” Jared mumbled, rousing a little. “You okay, baby?”
“I’m okay, Jay, go back to sleep,” Jensen soothed, seeing that it was still
dark out. He must’ve only slept about two hours, and he stomached lying to
Jared with the knowledge that he wanted his boyfriend to rest some. “I’m just
going to get some water.”
Jared nodded sleepily, turning around and huddling back to sleep. Some of the
frozen spikes of fear in his heart melted at the sight and he leaned in to
press a kiss to the nape of Jared’s neck, silently taking comfort and welcoming
the crushing relief at the warmth that greeted his lips.
He slipped out of bed, taking his cellphone with him. Eric had been gone for
about a week now, and as much as he loved the reprieve it gave him, it had also
begun to worry Jensen a little. Not only about the possibility of Eric finding
him the way he did in the nightmare, but begrudgingly enough, also worry that
he might have gotten into some kind of trouble. There was really only a handful
of places he would go…Jensen had visited the local bars during the week, had
checked in at Eric’s work and the Sunday after this one was Jody’s birthday
anniversary and while it was early to have made a trip back home, he couldn’t
rule it out either.
Hating how in the dark he felt, he punched in a number that he didn’t think
he’d ever use again.
“Cold Oaks, this is Dodge.”
“C’mon, Al,” he smirked at the familiar tone. “You cant tell me Dodge actually
caught on since I left.”
“J-Ross!” Aldis whooped enthusiastically. Jensen actually managed a chuckle at
the old nickname; he was pretty sure his old friends were the only ones who
incorporated his middle name into the nickname they’d found for him. “My man!
How’s the new digs treating you?”
“Same shit, different area code, man,” Jensen grinned to himself, wondering how
his friend would react the werewolf bombshell. “How’s The Oaks been holding up
since I skipped town?”
“Good, man,” Aldis laughed. “Folks can actually come around and shoot some pool
now that our resident shark up and left. My profits are riding the fumes, JR,
riding the fumes!”
“You can say it, Al,” Jensen replied, pausing dramatically. “You guys miss me
hardcore. I don’t blame you, I was always the gang’s main heavyweight.”
“Fuck you,”Aldis chuckled fondly. “We do miss you man,” he admitted warmly.
“All of us do.”
The emotion from the usually tough-as-nails barman caught Jensen unawares and
he swallowed the lump rising in his throat. Sure, he wasn’t all happy about the
guy he had been at that time of his life, but he couldn’t deny he’d made some
actual friends in the rush. He felt a rush of guilt at not bothering to contact
them.
“I miss everyone too,” he finally responded, smiling bittersweet. “I especially
miss the free shooters,” he grinned slyly, and his remark had the desired
effect as Aldis bellowed a laugh.
“Y’little bitch. What brings your voice to the other end of my very blown-up
telephone, man?”
“Just checking if my old man’s been frequenting the usual joints,” he replied
casually, slipping easily back into the Jensen that existed Pre-Jared, guarded
and cool. “You still got your ear on the ground floor?”
“Damn straight,” Aldis confirmed. “I heard some whispers around town…aint heard
nothin’ concrete yet, but I’ll give you a call if I do.”
“’Preciate it, Al,” he nodded, rubbing his hand over his tired face. Back to
the waiting game.
“You okay, man?” Aldis asked cautiously. “Somebody givin’ you trouble there?”
Jensen hid his chuckle with a cough. Not only was the idea of somebody
troubling him with Jared and Chris around downright laughable, but also, were
all his friends always this overprotective, or had Chris started a chain
reaction? Because, God, he’d never noticed this before.
“Naw, man,” he refuted, smiling affectionately. “They know they need to back
off.”
Aldis whistled low, and Jensen could hear the smirk in his voice. “Your
reputation precede you or something?”
“Or something,” Jensen agreed cryptically, smiling to himself. He hung up on
his friend after a few more minutes of talking, with the promise to visit
should he ever choose to, quote unquote, slum it up again.
He felt a little more in control knowing that there had been talk about Eric
being back home. With Aldis, he’d soon learned, the man always hedged his bets,
so if he told you something might be true, it was likely a soon-to-be
documented fact. He hoped to hell he wouldn’t have to go back there…but then,
Jen had always been a realist, and in the spirit of that, he’d resigned himself
to the possibility of having to head back. Maybe he’d even swing it so that he
could visit his mom’s grave on her birthday. Maybe take some flowers…Jody had
loved flowers.
Jensen was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice Jared’s soft footsteps
until big arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Jensen tensed for a split
second before melting into the embrace and banishing his fear from the
nightmare with a squeeze to Jared’s big forearms. Peace settled inside him and
he relaxed the fists that he didn’t even know he’d begun clenching. God, they
really needed to talk about the wolf thing…
“You didn’t come back to bed,” Jared mumbled, pressing a warm kiss to the
sensitive spot beneath his ear. He shivered happily at the touch, a thrill
shooting through him at the fact that they were sharing said bed, something
he’d neglected to react to in his state of sleepiness.
“Yeah, I needed to call an old friend from back home,” he whispered. Turning
around, he thought it best not to volunteer any more information. He wrapped
his arms around Jared’s neck and pulled him down for a tender, gentle kiss. His
boyfriend tasted of pine and summer rain, and Jensen hummed happily as he
pulled away and rested his head on Jared’s chest.
Jared wound his arms around Jensen’s waist, resting his cheek against the top
of Jensen’s head. It felt so easy to forget the world and all the real life
dramas they had to face…it felt like together, they could face the whole world.
Jensen cuddled in Jared’s protective embrace gave him a feeling of safety that
he’d never known before. They fit. They clicked. They matched. God, how could
Jensen ever not have accepted all of Jared? The only thing he couldn’t accept,
was a world where they weren’t together.
“Jen?” Jared’s murmur broke Jensen from his thoughts. He squeezed tighter,
pressing a kiss to Jared’s shoulder, bared by his wife beater.
“Mm?”
“What was your nightmare about?” Jared asked in a small voice, hands playing
with the hem of Jensen’s t-shirt. “Did I….was it about…”
“Yeah,” Jensen settled for a half-truth, and before he could explain, Jared
pulled back, aiming wide hazel eyes at him, filled with pain and desperation.
“Did I…” he choked out. “Did I..hurt…?”
“No,” Jensen answered immediately, firmly. He framed Jared’s face, pressing a
sweet kiss to his lips. “I’m just a little disorientated because I know nothing
about all of this, but Jay, I meant what I said. In your arms is the safest
I’ve ever felt.”
It took a few minutes, but Jensen maintained his eye-contact and the contact
between them, and Jared softened, smiling lovingly down at him before butting
his nose against Jensen’s temple and licking the underside of his jaw. Pleasant
shivers rattled through the smaller boy even as he laughed.
“I feel like I should have known you were a puppy,” he teased, mischief in his
eyes. “You’re always doing those wolfy gestures.”
“Pretty hard to suppress sometimes,” Jared admitted with a grin, nuzzling his
neck to make a point.
“Don’t want you to suppress,” Jensen sighed happily, little flutters in his
chest at the displays of affection. “You’re adorable.”
“My wolf is not adorable!” Jared snapped up and sniffed indignantly, pouting
slightly. “I’m an Alpha, Jen, you can’t call me adorable!”
“I don’t know what you mean, so I can call you anything I want, Padalecki,”
Jensen retorted around a yawn.
“I’d start explaining, but I think you need more sleep, baby,” Jared smiled
fondly. “Back to bed?”
Jensen felt that small thrill shoot through him again as he nodded, yawning
again. He let out a yelp as the ground disappeared beneath his feet. Jared
lifted him clear off the ground, cradling him with a grin, and Jensen threw his
arms around his boyfriend’s neck instinctively.
“Jared, you overgrown puppy, put me down!” he demanded, the effect of his words
lost behind the slight huff that accompanied it.
“Call me a fierce wolf,” Jared grinned as he began to walk. Jensen squirmed,
laughing breathlessly.
“Mangy mutt!” he retorted with a smirk, once they were in his bedroom.
Jared grinned evilly, and Jensen yelped as he was thrown onto his bed. He
laughed loudly as he bounced off the mattress, night terrors and worries about
going back to find his father all forgotten as Jared’s smile blazed through
him. Without preamble, Jared slipped off his wifebeater and wriggled out his
jeans, shifting into a wolf almost flawlessly.
Jensen bit back a gasp of amazement. He had been distracted previously, but
now? With the outside world staying firmly there, and the moonlight streaming
silver through the window, Jared’s Wolf looked magnificent. Regal.
Breathtaking. From the long curve of his back to the proud set of his posture,
from the strong graceful limbs to the hazel slanted eyes that seemed to
solidify that it was Jared in there…
It was the kind of beauty Jensen had never thought he would experience.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, eyes wide in wonderment. Jared crouched low, his
tongue lolling out, looking suddenly playful, and Jensen huffed out a laugh.
‘M gonna getcha, Jen!
Jensen laughed out loud as Jared’s voice manifested in his head, a split second
before he realized…Jared’s voice had manifested in his head! He stood there
motionless as he comprehended this new piece of information. Was it because he
was dating Jared? Or because he knew their secret now?
His thoughts were interrupted when Wolf Jared launched himself on to the bed,
pinning Jensen down with a gentleness that belied his size. Jensen laughed
again, deciding to just go with the flow as Jared butted his muzzle softly
against his cheek. Jared licked his jaw in exactly the same spot, the
tenderness in the action only amplified as he was in his wolf form, and Jensen
shivered, same as before.
Love you, Jen.
“Love you, Jay,” he replied, and the wolf butted his cheek again, a small
rumble going through his chest that sounded suspiciously like a purr. Jared
settled himself carefully next to Jensen, resting on his belly and tucking his
paws close to himself. Hazel eyes regarded him warmly, even in lupine form
seeming to glow with love.
And all at once, Jensen’s brain got with the picture his heart had been
painting all along.
Wolf or no…it was his Jared.
There wasn’t an inkling of hesitation in him as Jensen cuddled into the wolf’s
soft, warm fur. He could almost feel his boyfriend’s surprised warmth and love
at the trusting gesture, the wolf’s relief almost palpable in the air around
them. Unconsciously, Jensen petted the fur at the top of the large creature’s
spine, just as he would have played with the ends of Jared’s hair. Predictably,
the gesture soothed both him, and his wolfed-out boyfriend. Sleep began to tug
at the edges of Jensen’s mind, all of his worries and concerns melting into the
background.
Sleep, mo chroi.He heard Jared’s tender whisper. Dream sweet, baby. I’ll keep
the nightmares away. I’m here now.
And Jensen did, because Jared was.
 
~*Jared*~
Jared woke up curled around Jensen, unable to tell where he ended and where his
mate began.
And what a way it was to wake up.
Somewhere during the night, he’d shifted back to human form and, not wanting
Jen to miss the warmth of his fur, Jared had snuggled the other boy close and
wrapped them both in a blanket. His heart burned in his chest as he thought
back to how Jensen had cuddled into his wolf, making the Alpha in him hum with
heady pleasure. It was almost as though Jensen could read his mind last night,
laughing at his antics and taking comfort from his unspoken reassurances. He
wished, not for the first time, that he could talk in his wolf form, but even
without any communication, Jensen seemed to understand what he was doing.
Jen shifted in his sleep, burrowing closer into his chest, and his mate’s
proximity and his scent, combined with Jared’s half-undressed state, had his
cock twitching in interest.
Jensen ducked his head and his breath ghosted hotly over Jared’s exposed
nipple, making the Alpha bite back his groan. He leaned down and nibbled on the
top of Jensen’s ear, tracing the shell with his tongue before biting and
sucking the earlobe. Jensen squirmed, rolling his hips as he came to awareness.
“Morning,” he greeted, and damn if Jensen’s rough, sleep-addled voice didn’t
send need shooting through his body. Jared dipped his head down to capture his
mate’s lips in a fierce, claiming kiss, one hand dipping down to tease the edge
of Jensen’s sweats waistband. Jensen arched into him slightly, and Jared
slipped one muscular thigh between Jensen’s legs, brushing against him
teasingly. Jensen panted into the kiss and Jared sucked on his tongue almost
lazily.
“Morning, mo ch…baby,” he grinned when he pulled away, burning from the hooded
desire blazing in Jen’s green orbs. He’d just managed to stop himself from
calling Jensen “mo chroi”, a pet name his grandfather had had for his
grandmother that he’d always remembered and thought was sweet. He decided to
keep that nickname in his head, at least until Jensen could consciously decide
whether he was going to stay with him. He bent to quickly nibble at Jensen’s
swollen lower lip. Jensen made a small sound at the back of his throat and
Jared swallowed the sounds with another long, deep kiss.
As he was exploring the cavern of Jensen’s mouth, something occurred to him and
he pulled back slightly.
“There was no good reason in the whole world to stop that,” Jensen groaned
theatrically.
Jared chuckled, butting Jensen’s temple with the side of his nose. “Do you
remember when we first started texting each other?”
“Hmm…” Jensen pulled slightly back, a thoughtful expression on his face as he
absently gnawed on his already red and swollen bottom lip. “You saw a bird’s
nest and I had a minor stroke,” he nodded the affirmative. “Go on.”
“Minor stroke?” Jared laughed loudly. “Jen, what are you talking about?”
“I wanted to smash the phone against the wall,” he admitted with a wry grin. “I
didn’t know how to reply.”
“So you were gonna smash the phone?” Jared’s body shook with laughter. His
apology was on his lips for laughing when suddenly, startlingly warm and loving
green eyes locked on to his own hazel pools. His breath caught, and he thanked
his stars for leading Jensen into his life. He must have been doing something
right to have been given the gift of having the stunning boy in his life.
“It was a better alternative than going on the lam,” Jensen defended, grinning
sheepishly as Jared threw his head back in laughter, coming back to the
present. “What about that day, anyway?”
Jared got up and fetched his jeans off the floor, wriggling into them. “You
still have something to prove to me,” Jared waggled his eyebrows, casting a
meaningful grin at Jensen, waiting for him to figure it out.
He could see it when his mate did.
“Oh!” Jensen laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You want me to prove to
you that pick-up lines are all about the delivery?”
Jared grinned, nodding as he crossed his arms and waited. “Impress me, Jen,” he
challenged playfully.
He would never have been prepared for the way Jensen responded to a challenge.
Moving with a slow, very deliberate grace, Jensen got out of the bed, keeping
smoldering emerald eyes locked on Jared the whole time. Jared swallowed hard as
he took in the sleep tousled hair, Jensen’s low riding sweats that showed off a
teasing strip of his hip bones, and the snug and tight t-shirt that did nothing
to hide Jensen’s lean, toned body.
When he finally came to stand in front of Jared, Jen didn’t stop. He kept
coming forward, making Jared step back instinctively until his back hit the
wall, something he’d never done, but felt compelled to do now, if only to see
where Jensen was going with this.
His mate boxed him in, one hand placed on either side of Jared on the wall, and
all through this, not once did Jensen’s hooded eyes leave his own. His pulse
jumped in his throat.
“Call me Fred Flintstone,” Jen murmured, his voice so dark and deep and sexy
that Jared could hardly comprehend the words. “Coz baby, I can make your bed
rock.”
In his mind, Jared knew that the line was absolutely ridiculous, but those
vibrant eyes that were so full of dark and dirty promises, that low rumble of
his voice was as smooth as whiskey but still somehow, as rough as sandpaper,
and when Jensen delivered that line with his own teasing little rock of his
hips, Jared was fucking done for.
He let out an almost animalistic growl, lust burning through his veins until
the need to claim, possess, get drunk off Jensen was the only thing on Jared’s
mind. He wrapped his arms around Jensen’s waist and turned them around,
slamming Jensen against the wall before he lifted his mate, gripping the back
of his thighs to make sure that Jensen wrapped his legs around his waist.
“All about the delivery, huh Jay?” Jensen smirked at him, looping his arms
around Jared’s neck.
“Fuck yeah,” Jared groaned, slamming his lips forcefully against Jensen’s, a
passionate and frenzied clashing of teeth and tongue, sucking, nibbling, and
plundering until he felt inebriated with desire.
Walking them backwards over to the bed, Jared let the feel of the bed hit the
back of his knees before he fell backwards gently, taking Jensen with him so
that the smaller boy didn’t take any impact. He rolled them over, grinding
against Jensen with slow movements that were driving them both mad. The green-
eyed boy threw his head back with a small moan, exposing his throat in
submission and making Jared’s inner Alpha growl with pleasure. Jared kept up
his grinding while kissing a trail along the long column of Jensen’s throat. He
stopped at the hollow at the base of Jen’s throat, sucking deep and
unforgivingly at the sensitive skin, growling as he bit and sucked a deep mark
on to pale skin.
“Gonna mark you up so good, Jen,” he promised in dark desire. “Gonna mark you
all over, show everyone that you’re fucking mine.”
“Yeah, Jay,” Jensen panted, obviously on board with the possessiveness in the
Alpha’s tone. Jared, far from any level of patience by now, ripped Jensen’s
shirt right up the middle, moving the material out of the way of his mouth as
it descended on golden, freckled skin. Jared traced each little cluster of the
adorable freckles, then proceeded to map out Jen’s torso solely with his
tongue.
As promised, by the time Jared’s unrelenting mouth reached Jensen’s sternum,
the boy was covered in dark marks, writhing in mindless pleasure.
And that was when he saw it.
Jared had never really seen Jensen during the day without his shirt on, and the
fairy lights at the clearing that night, and the moonlight on the grounds last
night couldn’t have picked up on what he was looking at now. He remained
frozen, suspended in the air with his eyes locked on the long, jagged, pale
scar across Jensen’s belly.
“Jen?” he whispered hoarsely. “Baby, what…?”
Jensen caught sight of what he was looking at, and Jared knew as soon as Jen’s
face burned red, that he was going to try to cover it up and escape. He lowered
his body more flush against Jensen in a preemptive move, trapping his wrists in
one hand and reaching the other to cradle Jensen’s face.
Jensen’s breath hitched and he closed his eyes. “It was the only time I didn’t
suture myself,” he whispered, anguish tainting his tone that ripped apart
Jared’s heart. “Adam, he...he, um…he had a knife, and…”
“Oh God,” Jared whispered, horrified, icy cold seeping through his bones as he
realized how close he came to losing Jen before he even got to know him. He
felt nauseated and terrified and desperate, all at the same time. He pressed
his forehead against his mate’s, needing to reaffirm their connection, cement
the fact that his mate was here, and alive, and okay, and his. He didn’t
realize he was tensed and panting slightly until Jensen maneuvered his hands
out of Jared’s grasp and wrapped his arms around Jared’s neck, playing with the
ends of his hair and rubbing his coiled neck in soothing motions.
“It’s okay, Jay,” Jensen whispered, leaning up to press a kiss to Jared’s still
unresponsive lips. “It’s okay, I’m here, I’m alright, we’re both
okay…everything is okay. I promise. Shh…”
Jared let his head fall into the crook between Jensen’s neck and shoulders,
inhaling his mate’s scent and seeking comfort in the way that he knew he should
have been providing.
“How bad was it, Jen?” he asked, his voice shattered. He briefly wondered why
he was being such a masochist, but truthfully, he needed to know. He couldn’t
explain the burning need, but he thought it had something to do with what he
was going to do when he finally hunted that son of a bitch down.
“Jared, don’t do this to yourself.” Jensen’s voice was pleading as he butted
his nose against the top of Jared’s jaw, the closest he could reach with
Jared’s face still burrowed into him. Jared lifted his face to look at his
mate, aiming wide, puppy-dog eyes at him. Jensen’s eyes fluttered shut, but not
before Jared caught the resignation there. “Three times,” he finally whispered,
opening agonized eyes to look at the Alpha. “They lost me on the table three
times. When he knifed me, it broke a rib that was already badly fractured, and
it pierced my lung.”
A dull roaring filled his ears and Jared felt like he was choking on his own
tongue. “Baby…”
“Stop. He has no place here, Jay,” Jensen interrupted him, palms framing
Jared’s face as his mate synchronized their breathing, waiting for him to
follow suit. “This is you and me. He doesn’t belong here.”
Jared nodded jerkily, making a valiant effort in calming himself down and
letting explosive relief drown the anguish that flowed through his veins. “I’ve
got you,” he murmured, kissing Jensen’s lips softly. “I’ve got you, you’re
mine, baby. I’m never gonna let you go and I’m not gonna let him hurt you ever
again.” He kissed away the tears falling from Jensen’s eyes, letting his own
fall too as he chanted the words inwardly, a constant mantra of a reminder that
Jensen was here with him, warm, alive, breathing. He pressed their foreheads
together with infinite gentleness, the preciousness of his mate with him
something he had neglected to be grateful for and the reality of what could
have been impressing itself on him until he was weak with relief. “I’m not
gonna let him hurt you ever again,” he repeated, reassuring his mate and
himself.
“I know,” Jensen nodded, nuzzling into him, eyes closed like a newborn wolf
cub. “I know you won’t.”
The burning need to claim his mate was replaced now, with an even fiercer need
to affirm his life. Starting at Jensen’s temple, Jared drew a trail of
butterfly kisses, soft nips and sucks down along his jaw, to the corner of his
mouth, then trailing a path along his bared throat. He stopped to suckle
another bruise on to the juncture between his mate’s neck and shoulders, then
continued his path downwards, scraping his teeth along Jensen’s collar bone
before suckling each nipple into his mouth, ignoring Jensen’s moans. He strayed
from his intended path only long enough to pepper kisses over the spot when his
mate’s heart was beating, resting his ear there for a moment to hear and feel
the reassuring thumpthump that gave him a reason to keep breathing himself.
Finally, he managed to tear himself away from the glorious sound, scraping his
teeth over the ridges of Jensen’s lean torso until he came to the scar.
Pressing his hands into Jensen’s hips to hold him in place, Jared mouthed along
the scar, kissing, biting, sucking, licking at the physical reminder. He felt
Jensen’s belly fluttering under his ministrations, muscles wound tightly to
keep from moving. He traced the old wound with his mouth three times, one for
each time that he’d almost lost his love.
Finally, he sat back a little, looking at Jensen even as his fingers absently
traced the jagged path over and over, as gentle as the breeze created by a
butterfly’s wings. His mate was looking at him with tears of wonderment in his
eyes.
“You’re not disgusted by it?” he asked in a tiny voice.
“Never,” Jared breathed, crawling back up Jensen’s body to bracket his face
with one arm on either side of it, resting against the pillows. “Every inch of
you is beautiful, Jen. The scars just add to your beauty because it shows how
strong you were- are- for surviving. I love your scars, Jen, because they’re
reminders to me that you’re still here. Scarred, but breathing, alive, with
me.” He bent down to capture Jensen’s lips in a gentle kiss. “They’re a
reminder that I’ve been given a precious chance to have you.”
Jensen’s tears were flowing freely now. “I love you,” he whispered, setting
Jared’s heart alight. God, no matter how many times he heard those words, it
would never be enough. “I love you so God damned much, Jay, forever and
always.”
He smiled at the phrases that were quickly becoming their trademark.
“I love you too, baby,” he whispered. “More than the moon and the stars.”
 
~*Jensen*~
“Ok, so you’re going to be the head of the pack, because you’re the pack
Alpha’s heir, and because your older brother chose to leave the pack for his
wife, who was a Beta from another pack,” Jensen clarified as he sprinkled the
last of the grated cheese over the lasagna he was making. It seemed that
talking over him cooking would become a thing of theirs, since Jensen was
calmer when he was multi-tasking and Jared was obligated to remain focused if
he wanted any of the delicious smelling meal.
Jared had explained the pack hierarchy as best he could, and already, Jensen
felt better knowing something concrete. It didn’t really surprise him that his
boyfriend was not only an Alpha, but also the head Alpha; everyone deferred to
him most of the time anyway, be it human or wolf.
“Yeah,” Jared nodded his head, bringing Jensen back to their discussion. “Jeff
still visits from time to time, but he’s part of his wife’s pack now.”
Jensen furrowed his brow, wondering how to phrase what was on his mind. “Packs
aren’t all that different from families, right?”
“Right,” Jared grinned, seeming happy that Jensen had said so. “We’re all a
huge family.”
“Then weren’t there people who disagreed or were against Jeff leaving for his
wife?” he asked curiously. “I mean, what if some of them viewed it badly?”
“They didn’t,” Jared refuted, “but in the rare case that someone would have
disputed me taking Jeff’s place, I would have had to beat them in a formally
issued challenge. We would have to fight until one of us surrendered or
couldn’t fight anymore.”
Jensen shuddered at the remote possibility of having to see that, glad he
didn’t have to. Jared smiled reassuringly when he voiced his thoughts.
“It would never have happened,” he said confidently, shrugging lightly. “Our
pack has great respect for mates and mating, and even if someone disagreed with
Jeff’s leaving, they would have still been supportive because he was doing it
for his mate.”
The word triggered a memory in Jensen, of Jake’s hurled words the previous
night. “Tell me about this mate thing,” he requested as he slid the casserole
carefully into the oven. “Jake said I was yours?”
Jared blushed, right to the roots of his hair, and Jensen would have laughed if
his boyfriend hadn’t looked so uncertain. Pushing back the desire to giggle at
the adorable face, Jensen leaned over the kitchen counter, towards Jared,
propping himself on his elbows. “Come on, Jay,” he soothed, cocking his head to
the side as Jared lifted his eyes to him and mirrored his pose so that they
were closer to one another. “I promise, I’m not running.”
Jared took a deep breath, then nodded slightly. “It’s pretty simple to
explain,” he mumbled. “As wolves, we believe that we all have one true mate;
the one person on the face of the earth perfectly suited for us in every way.
Our soul mate, if you will. We believe that we can recognize our mate in a lot
of different ways apart from the instant attraction and connection; they have a
smell different to anything we’d ever smelt before, for example, and as the
mating bond grows, it’s even been said that mate’s can practically tell what
their significant other is feeling, or thinking. Not straight out, but they get
a flavor of it, in a way. Not many wolves still believe mates exist, because
the world is a massive place, after all, but there are always some of us that
spend our whole lives searching and waiting for our mate.”
Jensen would have fallen to his knees if not for the counter propping him up.
He was Jared’s mate? It would certainly explain why he could hear Jared’s
thoughts. But God, his soul mate? Jensen wasn’t sure why it wasn’t scaring him
to be shown the level of commitment Jared was alluding to, but all he felt was
humbled, grateful and almost tearful with emotion. He knew that Jared was
something special…but his soul mate? Jensen could so get on board with that.
“Do I smell different to you, Jay?” he asked softly, needing the confirmation
from Jared instead of Jake. “Am I your mate?”
Jared’s eyes never steered from his. “Yes.”
He needed no more of an invitation.
Crossing around the table, he climbed onto Jared’s lap and caught his lips in a
tender, searing kiss that left them both breathless. He felt the tension leave
his boyfriend- his mate- in a favor of a possessive hunger and euphoria.
“Mine,” Jared growled against his lips, hands roaming frantically, almost as
though he were trying to touch everywhere at once. “My mate. Mine.”
“Yours,” Jensen agreed, elation making his veins sing as he uttered the truth.
He may not have been a were, but Jared was written in his soul and resided in
his bones. He understood.
 
~*Jared*~
Without warning, he hoisted his mate up and set him back down on the edge of
the table. Jared quickly stepped between his legs and crashed his mouth to
Jensen’s, swallowing the dark blonde’s moans and breathy gasps.
Jared rocked gently into the open V of Jensen’s legs, making the smaller boy
throw back his head, submitting his throat with a low whimper. Jared growled in
pleasure and nipped a trail along Jensen’s slender neck, leaving bruising marks
over the already purpling skin, which didn’t escape Jensen’s notice.
“I’ve got hickeys over hickeys, Jay,” he chided gently, an exasperated smile
playing on his lips. Jared retaliated by thrusting his denim-covered cock over
Jensen’s and swallowing the answering keens, possessiveness roaring through him
at the multitude of feelings and desires.
“Good,” he stated firmly. “Now everyone can see that you belong to me.”
Jensen poked him none too gently, stabbing his finger to Jared’s chest as he
narrowed his eyes. “Not that I’m property or anything, am I Jared?” he
challenged warningly.
“Not at all, mo chroi,” Jared hastened to agree, an amused smile lighting up
his face at his mate’s fire, unwittingly slipping his nickname in.
“Mo chroi?” Jensen’s eyebrows furrowed. “What does that mean? You called me
that last night too.”
Jared started in shock. He was sure he’d mind-spoke the words in his wolf
form…but he must have been mistaken…
“Mo chroi…it’s a name I remember from my grandparents,” he admitted sheepishly,
dismissing his concerns. “It means ‘My heart’.”
Jensen sent him a warm, tremulous smile. “I love it,” he whispered, pressing
his lips against Jared’s once more. Jared cradled his mate’s face, petting the
side of his neck and nuzzling into his temple when they broke their kiss.
“So…” Jensen continued, pushing away slightly so that he could face Jared. “Who
do I know that’s a were? I assume everyone in the gang?”
“Yeah,” Jared nodded. “But they’re the wolves from our pack.”
“There’s more than one pack here?”
“Yeah, at the moment, there’s two,” Jared nodded. “The Padalecki Pack and the
Morgan Pack.”
“Wouldn’t there be disputes between the two, for power and land and whatever?”
Jen asked, scrunching his nose in thought. “Or are you amicable?”
Jared beamed at his mate’s sharp intuition and observations. “There’s always
been a power struggle between our packs,” he confirmed, rubbing gentle circles
into Jensen’s hipbones. “We’ve been negotiating a treaty since before I was
born, because the thread that stood between us and a pack war was always just
the feeble belief and surface bond of the packs that existed between Morgan’s
brother and my father. Three years ago, Morgan’s brother died; he was ambushed
by what we believe was a traveling pack. Morgan took over as Alpha because his
brother had never sired any heirs, and he was always convinced that our pack
killed his brother. Ever since, we’ve been teetering on the edge of war, and we
seem closer than ever these days.” Jared allowed a small sigh to escape him as
the tension from the packlands came back to the forefront of his mind.
“Morgan’s always been waiting for one of us to slip up, give him a reason…I
worry that his patience might have reached the end of its tether.”
Jensen framed his face, pressing their foreheads together in silent comfort and
support. Jared drew strength from the feel of his beloved mate pressed against
him, the love almost bursting through his chest from it’s sheer force.
“It’s going to be okay,” Jensen whispered. “You wanna know why?”
“Tell me,” Jared whispered back.
His mate wore a confident smirk, eyes sparkling. “You’re Jared fucking
Padalecki,” he grinned arrogantly, making Jared laugh loudly. “You’ve got your
family, friends who would die and kill for you, and for whatever it’s worth,
you’ve got me too. We’re all right there with you and as long as we’re
together, no one can stop us.”
“How in the world did I get so lucky to find you?” he marveled quietly,
nuzzling Jensen and licking the side of his neck playfully.
“Funny,” Jensen smiled warmly, “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
The green-eyed boy kissed him quickly once more, before going to check on the
lasagna in the oven. “Jay,” he threw over his shoulder as he worked, “I’m gonna
go ahead and assume Jake and his friends are part of the Morgan Pack. Anyone
else I know?”
“Yeah,” Jared nodded, running through the list in his head before he answered.
“Sophia Bush?”
“Holy shit!” Jensen yelped, the shock of the revelation stunning him enough for
him to inadvertently touch the burning pan. Jared was next to his mate in the
following second, sucking the reddened finger into his mouth, soothing the pain
away with small swipes of his tongue. Jensen’s eyes darkened with lust at the
picture, and Jared felt himself getting hard at the pretty picture it painted
in his head.
Jensen shook his head, seeming to come back to reality. “Looks like me and
Chris need to talk about a few things,” he muttered, gently extracting his hand
to pull the steaming pasta out of the oven and set it on the cool stovetops.
“About what?” Jared asked curiously, reaching for the top of the lasagna to
scoop a piece of bubbling cheese. Jensen swatted his hand away, glaring at him
as he pulled back in shock, automatically pouting.
“Did you not just see me burn my hand on the steaming hot lasagna?” his mate
asked him exasperatedly, a small smile playing on his lips. “Patience is a
virtue, Jay.”
“You sound like my mom,” Jared complained good-naturedly. “I bet she’s gonna
love you when you meet her this Friday.”
“Your mom…wait, WHAT?!”
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Chapter End Notes
     I know a lot of y'all wanted to see Eric in this chapter, so I'm so
     sorry if I disappointed! I have some juicy plans for Jensen and him,
     though, so stick with me! Also, I went and picked the cheesiest pick-
     up line for Jen that I could find, but wouldn't you fold too, if that
     smoking specimen of man said anything in that voice?!!! Hope y'all
     enjoyed!
     Stay cool! -JayGirl
***** Romeo and Juliet *****
Chapter Notes
     Back again with another long chapter! This one focuses a lot on some
     pack politics, as well as a nasty surprise for Jen at the end...
     This one's for cheery_pie!! Welcome back, hon!! So glad you enjoyed
     France!!!
     A special shout out to a new reader, BeccaBoo! And another shout out
     to Mary, who I promised a certain revelation from Beaver!
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
~*Jensen*~
“Sophia Bush is your mate, isn’t she?”
The words were out of Jensen’s mouth before the door to his best friend’s house
was even fully open. Chris stared at him for a moment, slack-jawed, before
composing himself.
“So Jared’s told you about the mating stuff then, huh?” he nodded with a small
sigh. “Yeah, Sophia’s my mate.”
“I don’t understand,” Jensen stated, furrowing his brow. He ducked under Chris’
arm, heading to the kitchen to leave the Tupperware container of lasagna he’d
brought his friend and ignoring Chris’ sarcastic mumbles about being invited
in. Judging from the disheveled state of his friend and the light circles
underneath murky blue eyes, Chris had only just woken up. He felt badly
momentarily, for bombarding his friend, but that emotion was quickly overridden
by concern.
“Make yourself at home,” the shorter boy snarked when he entered the kitchen.
Jensen smirked as he dished a portion of the food out and put the rest in the
refrigerator after taking a quick minute to flip his friend off. Grabbing a
fork, he sat at the counter and pushed the plate in front of the chair opposite
his, in front of Chris.
“I know you haven’t eaten yet, and God knows you need more balanced foods than
you eat now,” he chided gently. He hated the fact that Chris didn’t have the
benefit of someone to take care of him, and had taken it upon himself to make
sure that Chris, at the very least, ate (mostly) right and applied to colleges
and for scholarships. “Now, it’s four pm, and you’ve obviously just woken up.
You wanna tell me what kept you up all night?”
Chris flashed him a cocky smirk that held none of its usual affection and
sincerity. Just…blank. “You’re a kinky bastard, aren’t ya Freckles?”
Jensen rolled his eyes, unwilling to let Chris talk his way out of it. “Sure,
because hooking up always leaves those shadows in your eyes and of course,
you’re always this tense around me. What was I thinking?”
Chris shifted uncomfortably, making no move towards the offered food. Jensen
softened at the sight of his friend’s usually clear blue eyes darkened by what
looked like apprehension and worry.
Wait…apprehension?
“Shit,” Jensen cursed lowly as it dawned on him. “Have you been up all night
worrying about me? My reaction to you being a wolf?”
Chris’ lack of a response said more than the boy himself ever could have hoped
to say.
Jensen slipped off the stool he’d climbed on to and threw an arm around Chris,
giving him a rough, one-armed hug. “I know I didn’t make the time to drive this
point home last night, and I’m sorry for that, but I meant it whole-heartedly
when I said I wasn’t mad at you. And as far as the wolf thing goes, I’ll tell
you something along the lines of what I told Jared; I don’t give a fucking
damn. You’re my best friend; the only thing that’s changed, is that now you’re
totally getting a rubber bone for your birthday.”
His quip had the desired effect as Chris bellowed a laugh and elbowed him
lightly in the gut. “Fuck off, Freckles! I am not a puppy!”
“Yeesh, Jared said the same thing! So touchy,” he mock sniffed, not bothering
to hide his grin. “Now eat, damn it! Before I replace it with kibble.”
“Yes, Mom,” Chris rolled his eyes, picking up the fork even as he tried to hide
the warmth in his expressive eyes. Jensen smiled, pleased with his efforts even
more so when Chris actually whimpered a little at the taste. “I take back
everything nasty I ever said to you, Freckles. Move in here with me tomorrow.”
Jensen chuckled at the thought of how Jared would react to that offer. “I
would,” he grinned, “but I like your head on top of your body, and my boyfriend
not in jail.”
“That’s fair,” Chris smirked. “Fuck, Freckles, I gotta ask, man…how are you
taking this so well? You’re so calm and unfazed by it all. How are you not
hightailing it to the Canadian border by now?”
Jensen thought about his answer, not wanting to hurt his friend, but at the
same time unwilling to lie to him. “I’ve seen evil in my life, Chris,” he
finally settled on ambiguity. “I’ve been around it. You’re not it. Jared’s not
it. Maybe this is messed up, but in my life I’ve learnt that most monsters are
of the human variety, and frankly, sometimes they’re far worse than what our
nightmares conjure up. I’ve never judged people on anything but their actions,
and you guys have protected me at every turn. You all being werewolves had
nothing to do with how safe I always felt around y’all. There’s no part of me
that could see any part of any of you, as something bad. Except maybe Jake,” he
added as an afterthought, “but that might be a biased opinion.”
“No,” Chris snorted, “that douchebag is almost as bad as his daddy.”
“I wouldn’t know, but I feel sorry for his mom in that case,” Jensen grinned.
Chris eyed him speculatively. “Jared didn’t tell you the whole story,” he said
suddenly, cocking his head to the side. “He told you about the Morgan pack?”
“Just that the two packs were at loggerheads,” Jensen supplied. “And that
Sophia Bush and Jake Abel were part of the pack.”
“They’re more than part of it,” Chris spoke around a mouthful of lasagna. “Jeff
Morgan, the pack Alpha? They’re his family. Jake is his only son.”
“Shit!” Jensen breathed, eyes widening. “Jake is the Alpha heir?” Chris opened
his mouth to speak again, and Jensen absently added, “Don’t speak with your
mouth full, you animal. You’ll choke on something.”
Chris rolled his eyes, swallowing pointedly. “Abel and Sophia are first
cousins, and Sophia is Morgan’s sister’s kid. Jake’s mom died when he was
little, and keeping her maiden name was the one thing Jake defied Morgan on. In
the end, Morgan allowed him to keep it provided that, as soon as Jake come of
age, that he dedicate himself fully to the title and become more involved with
the pack. As it is, Jake is only in school not to raise any suspicion.”
“How do you know all this?” Jensen furrowed his brow in confusion.
“I’m an alpha too,” Chris explained, “which means I’m generally part of the
entourage Gerald Padalecki takes when we meet the Morgan pack to talk about the
treaty, which has been happening more often than not these days. One of the
alphas of the Morgan pack, Sebastian Roche? He isn’t as bad as the others. He
told me the story in bits and pieces over the years.”
“He runs with Abel, right?” Jensen confirmed, a picture of the boy springing to
mind. “Yeah, he seems to have a bit more of a head on him than Sheppard and
Jake. So does Sophia.”
Chris stayed quiet at that, finishing off his pasta and getting up to put the
plate in the sink. Jensen tracked his friend’s movements with his eyes,
debating on whether to push him or not. When a few minutes ticked by without
any response from the blue-eyed alpha, Jensen bit his lip and stood up to move
towards the motionless boy.
“Chris,” he started gently, clamping a hand gently over his friend’s shoulder.
“Is that why you won’t make a move on Sophia? Because she’s in Morgan’s pack?”
“Yes, and no” Chris answered softly, leaning into Jensen slightly, who promptly
shifted his position to press back against the extra weight, holding him up.
“I’m not making a move on her, because I don’t want to put her in that
position. I never want to make her have to choose between her family and her
mate, and with the way our packs are, that was bound to be the only choice
available to us.”
Jensen’s heart squeezed with how romantic and sweet and thoughtful the gesture
was, so typical of his best friend, and so tainted with the politics caused by
the rivaling packs.
He chewed mindlessly on his bottom lip, trying to find a way to voice his
doubts tactfully. “Chris, buddy, do you think that’s your decision to make?” he
asked gently. “I understand you wanting to protect her, hell I even admire it,
but Sophia’s a big girl and she seems pretty independent…she strikes me as
someone who can take care of themselves. I just feel like she wouldn’t really
appreciate your looking out for her if it’s at the expense of her choices.”
“I know you’re right,” Chris mumbled, “but I can’t not protect her from that.
If the words ever came out of her mouth? That she knew we were mates and didn’t
care about the packs, and wanted to be with me? I wouldn’t think twice.”
“And if it doesn’t? You’ll be unhappy the rest of your life?” Jensen asked,
fearing that he already knew the answer.
“If the situations were reversed, you wouldn’t do the same for Jared?” Chris
asked instead. Jensen looked away in quiet acknowledgement, because he could
argue till he was blue in the face, but that wouldn’t change the fact that
there were no limits to what he would or wouldn’t do to protect Jared.
A somber silence fell over the friends, each lost in their own thoughts of the
world of complications they were embroiled in.
“Jen-SEN!”
A whiny shout and the sound of Chris’ front door tumbling open brought them
from their respective reveries. Jensen and Chris exchanged bemused half-grins
as Chad and Jared came bursting into the kitchen, each trying to grab the other
in a head-lock. The wrestling friends came to a stop in front of them, and
Jensen raised his eyebrow in silent question. Jared crossed his arms and glared
at Chad, who looked overly smug.
“Chad ate the lasagna you sent for me to have for dinner later!” Jared accused
with a pout, sounding all of three years old.
“Jensen meant for you to bring it for me!” Chad retorted. “So there!”
It would have been fine if it was left there, but it was probably Chad sticking
his tongue out at Jared that did Chris and Jensen in.
Melting the earlier tension like butter on a frying pan, they burst out
laughing. Chad and Jared did nothing to help the situation; in retaliation,
Jared had launched himself at Chad and their wrestling match begun anew.
Suddenly, Chris stole around the table and Jensen watched with a grin as he
took out the lasagna in the fridge and tried to discreetly hide it.
But then, Jensen guessed that werewolves would have super sensitive senses of
smell.
Everything went eerily silent for a single moment, as Jared and Chad looked up
from their tangled position, straight at Chris, who froze like a deer in the
headlights with evidence in hand. Jensen was immobile in his place, too,
responding to the sudden inactivity around him.
And then war broke out.
As the fighting alphas scrambled to get to him, Chris darted to Jensen,
standing behind the green-eyed boy, and Jensen instinctively held his arms out,
acting as a shield.
“Stop!” His voice rang out just before Jared and Chad could tackle him. “Think
about it, you tackle me and I won’t make anything for a month.”
Chad flashed him a pout and Jared sent him a sultry, dark grin. “I bet I could
convince you otherwise,” he stated huskily, taking a step towards Jensen, who
couldn’t stop the smirk spreading over his face.
“I’ll tell your Mom on you,” Chris piped up from behind him, and Jensen
couldn’t stop his guffaw at the stricken look on his boyfriend’s face.
“That’s not playing fair, Kane,” Jared groused, looking petulant.
“I got your back, man,” Chad added gleefully. “I’ve got plenty that I’m sure
Mama Padalecki will be dying to hear.”
Jared looked to him, puppy-dog-eyes in full effect, and Jensen reacted
instinctively, wrapping his arms around the taller boy’s waist. Jared buried
his face in the crook of his neck and he aimed a stern glance at Chad and
Chris.
“I don’t support tattling,” he mock-reprimanded, mirth dancing in his eyes.
“And stop messing with my boyfriend, or he will be the only one to get my
cooking for a year.”
“Sorry, Jared,” the other alphas chimed obediently, in perfect unison. Jared
smirked at him, and he winked back playfully, the timed responses driving home
the camaraderie between them. Looking at the three alphas surrounding him,
Jensen marveled at the fact that they meshed this well together, against the
odds and expectations.
It was nice.
No. More than that.
It was awesome.
 
~*Jared*~
“Thanks for breaking up the tension before.”
Jared tore his gaze away from where his mate was dishing up half of Chris’
portion of lasagna for Chad, stifling his amusement as Jensen swatted Chad’s
wandering hands away from the open Tupperware container. He turned to grin at
Kane in acknowledgement of the blue-eyed alpha’s gratitude.
“Anytime, man,” he nodded amiably. “I felt some of Jen’s anxiety over our
mating bond; Chad and I figured you could use the distraction.”
Chris nodded slightly, and Jared wasn’t overly surprised when the other alpha
offered no explanation. “I guess now would be the right time,” Chris announced
suddenly.
Jared raised an eyebrow in silent question, rotating his wrist in a motion for
Chris to elaborate.
“For our talk,” he clarified, straightening his posture and fixing Jared with a
menacing look. “Jensen is my little brother,” he stated, almost coldly, and
despite their growing friendship, Jared would have had to be an idiot to think
that Chris was anything less than deathly serious. “If you do anything to hurt
him- anything at all- then me and you are gonna have some serious problems.
Break his heart, and I will break every last bone in your body. Twice.” Chris
may have been shorter than him, but the boy was more intimidating that Jared
cared to admit.
“Gotcha,” Jared nodded solemnly, sensing the raw emotion in the other boy. “I
wouldn’t dream of hurting him, Chris.”
“Good,” Chris intoned approvingly. “He’s been through enough already. Which
reminds me…you owe me a name, Padalecki.”
Jared clenched his jaw as he immediately caught on to what Chris was asking
him. “Name’s Adam Gilligan,” he revealed unrepentantly. “Lives near Jen’s old
districts. I promised him we wouldn’t, though, Chris.”
“I didn’t promise a damn thing,” the long-haired boy scowled defiantly. “That
bastard hurt him, Jared! I’m not going to just sit around and let that go
unpunished.”
“You bet your ass you are.”
Jensen’s firm voice pulled them from their discussion, Chad looking suspicious
and Jensen’s eyes a steely emerald.
“It didn’t take you long to break, Jay,” Jen snarked sarcastically. “And Chris,
I swear if you hunt Adam down, I’ll never tell you shit again.”
“Don’t play that card, Freckles,” Chris snapped. “The son of a bitch battered
you!”
“Nearly killed you,” Jared added angrily, letting his frustration get the
better of him in the face of his mate’s adamancy. “Did kill you! Three times
you flat-lined!”
Chris’ breath left him in a whoosh as he paled dramatically. Jared snapped his
mouth shut as he realized what he’d allowed to slip; he felt sickened as the
green-eyed boy shifted his stricken face downwards.
“What the actual fuck are you talking about?” Chad’s devastatingly calm voice,
Jared knew, meant only one thing; the boy was pissed.
“Who did what to Jensen?” he asked again, a steely note in his voice. He fixed
icy blue eyes on Jared, who was still trying to catch Jensen’s gaze. “One of
you better tell me or I swear to Christ…”
“Abusive ex-boyfriend,” Jensen supplied monotonously. The hint of defeat in his
mate’s voice struck Jared harder than anything had.
“I’m sorry, then, man,” Chad set his unfinished plate of food down, not even
pausing. “But that means you have no say in the matter, because we’re going to
kill the fucker.”
Jared was unsurprised at the protectiveness in his best friend’s voice; Chad
wasn’t like this with a lot of people, but once you were in his inner circle,
it would take hell in a handbasket to get him to bail on you. Jared still
didn’t know what happened that day he wasn’t in school, but something had
happened with his best friend and his mate, because Jen had slipped into the
inner circle faster than even Jared himself had.
“Adam got his just desserts,” Jensen spoke wearily, dragging his eyes up to
meet theirs. “Trust me. All I want is for him to be out of my life for good
now. All I want is to keep him in the past and not mix him up in my present and
future, which is what y’all are going to be doing by hunting him down. He’s out
of my life now, and if you guys respect me, then you’ll leave well enough
alone. Please?”
Jared didn’t miss the fact that his boyfriend directed those words at him
specifically. He felt the anger inside him evaporate as quickly as it had come,
melting at the raw vulnerability in his love’s voice.
He was in front of Jensen in two long strides, gathering his mate carefully
into his arms. “I’m sorry, mo chroi,” he whispered into silky, dirty-blonde
tresses. Jensen shuddered a breath and leaned into him almost imperceptibly.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah, me too,” Jensen mumbled against his shoulder, winding his arms almost
hesitantly around Jared’s neck. The Alpha leaned down in response, pressing his
lips gently against his mate’s.
“Gah, my eyes!” Chris and Chad groaned simultaneously.
Jensen laughed against his lips as Chris’ horrified voice went up a shade of a
pitch.
“Fuck, I’m starting to sound like Chad!”
 
~*Jensen*~
“Welcome to the Were world.”
Jensen glanced up from his notes, startled at the sweet, feminine voice. He was
studying the notes for his Chemistry experiment, head down since Jared, Chris
and Chad were all out sick today. His boyfriend- mate- had texted him last
night about another treaty meet, and pleaded with him to bunk as well, but
Jensen wasn’t about to let, what he hoped was an isolated incident, dictate his
schooling career. He promised to keep a low profile and keep Tommy on speed
dial just in case; the man was intimidating for a beta.
Now, Jensen looked up meet the startling brown eyes and pin-straight, chestnut
hair of one Sophia Bush.
“Ah, um…” he fumbled for words in his surprise. “Thank you,” he eventually
managed. “I’m Jensen Ackles, nice to meet you.”
“Sophia Bush, nice to meet you too,” she replied with an amiable smile. “You’re
uh…you’re Chris’ best friend, right?” she asked, biting her bottom lip and
averting her eyes for a second as she settled herself in the stool next to
Jensen’s.
The green-eyed boy’s eyes widened almost comically. “Fuck my life,” he
breathed, before blushing deeply in chagrin. “I’m so sorry for the language, I
swear my mama taught me better than that,” he grinned. “It’s just…you like
Chris, don’t you?”
Sophia’s eyes shot to him as she took in a sharp intake of breath. “Wha-what
makes you say that?”
“You bit your lip and looked away when you said his name,” Jensen explained.
“It’s a classic tell when a person is hiding a strong emotion about the person
they’re speaking of. Also, Jared being the pack Alpha heir, everyone in school
refers to me as Jared’s mate, or Jared’s boyfriend, or even Jared’s fuck-toy,”
he rolled his eyes at the last one, “but you? No…you referred to me as Chris’
best friend, which implies that in your mind, Chris is more important than
Jared, since Chris is the stronger association to you. Judging from the normal
Were hierarchy, it implies that you have a personal interest in Chris, since
there’s really only one time another wolf should take priority over a pack
Alpha.”
Sophia blinked at him, stunned into silence, and Jensen felt self-conscious all
at once. “I’m sorry,” he grinned sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Foot-In-Mouth disease.”
The petite girl burst into laughter. “Man, I can see why Chris broke his no-
friends rule when he met you,” Sophia giggled. “You’re awesome, Jen-Ster. Mind
if I call you that?”
“Go right ahead,” Jensen grinned, chin flicking upwards in amused
acknowledgement. “I’m gonna call you Soph, so you might as well have your own
nickname too.”
“Awesome,” she giggled again. “First, let one of us know if someone calls you a
fuck-toy again," she narrowed her eyes. "There are some fun ways to deal with
disrespect. Two, do you wanna be lab partners whenever our respective eye-
candies are off trying to save the packlands?”
Jensen laughed at the term that he was definitely going to tease Chris to hell
about. “Answer one thing first Soph,” he leaned forward, resting his weight on
his propped-up elbows. “Enya or Metallica?”
“Hmph,” she smirked. “I love how you ask me that like Enya is even close to the
league of real music.”
Jensen blinked owlishly. “Soph,” he finally nodded his approval. “I think this
is gonna be the start of a beautiful friendship.”
###
“So Hollywood really went all out in getting the lore wrong, huh?” Jensen
chuckled as he carefully measured out 125ml of hydrochloric acid into his
conical flask.
“Yeah,” Sophia scoffed absently from where she was scooping out powdered
sulfur. “We can shift whenever we want to, definitely not only on a full moon,
although we are our strongest then. Damn this thing reeks,” she added with a
grumble.
“Mm, I’d go for skin-eating acid any day of the week,” he grinned impishly,
adjusting his safety goggles and reaching for a little brown bottle. “So how
does a mating bond manifest in wolf form?” he asked curiously as he filled a
dropper with blue indicator.
“I think Beaver would be the best person to answer any of your mating
questions,” she answered diplomatically. Jensen almost dropped the entire
bottle of solution.
“Beaver’s a Were?” he hissed incredulously. “I’m going to kill Jared, he left
out all the important bits!”
“Been doin’ that ever since he was a pup,” a gruff voice came from behind them,
making both of them jump.
Jensen winced. “Hey Mr. Beaver.”
“Afternoon, Sir,” Sophia grinned unabashedly. “We were just talking about how
you totally ship Jared and Jen-Ster.”
“I what now?” Their teacher looked as bewildered as Jensen felt.
“You ship them!” Sophia explained brightly. “You like them as a couple!”
Jensen would be hard-pressed to say who blustered more at that statement.
“Jensen,” Beaver eventually gave up, grousing at the green-eyed boy, “you come
to me sometime this week so we can answer your questions, alright boy?”
“Yes, Sir,” Jensen nodded meekly.
Sophia giggled as the older man stalked away, muttering under his breath
something that sounded an awful lot like “idjit high school kids”. “Beaver’s
the Padalecki Pack’s medic,” she explained. “He used to help my pack- the
Morgan Pack- back when I was a kid. When my Uncle Jack died, and Uncle Jeff
took over as pack Alpha, all of that just kind of…stopped.” A sad look passed
over the girl’s delicate features.
“I’m sorry,” Jensen murmured softly. For as little a time as he’d known her, he
felt badly for the beautiful girl’s pain. She sent him a wan smile, shaking her
head.
“That’s okay,” she refuted, just as softly. “I think a part of me wouldn’t have
even noticed had it not been for…”
She clammed up instantly, Jensen’s attention fully on her. “Had it not been for
who?” he asked, waiting for her answer with bated breath. She seemed to
hesitate for a second, glancing furtively from side to side.
“My mate,” she finally whispered. Jensen raised his eyebrows, feigning shock.
“Who?”
“I can’t tell,” she shook her head regretfully. “I don’t want to put him in a
difficult position with his pack…I don’t think Gerald Padalecki will ever
accept someone into his pack who has Morgan blood running through her veins.”
“How will you know if you don’t try?” Jensen asked, exasperation tinging his
tone. They loved each other, but both were trying to protect each other. It was
romantic and Shakespearean poetical, but they were in the 21st century for
Christ’s sake!
“Trying was what killed Juliet,” she pointed out sadly.
“You forget that we’re in a different time now,” Jensen rolled his eyes.
“What’s the bet that in this day and age, the Montagues and the Capulets would
have been Facebook friends?”
Sophia laughed shakily. “I can’t risk him,” she maintained firmly. “I don’t
even know if he likes me too.”
Jensen wanted to bang his head against the desk. “I’ll bet you’ll want to hear
it from his mouth, too,” he muttered inaudibly.
“That’d be nice,” she said dryly, and Jensen cursed her Were-hearing. “But he
won’t. He’s stubborn like that.”
“So you want to be the pot or the kettle?” Jensen arched his brow.
“Shut up, Jen-Ster.”
Before he could come back with a witty riposte, his phone buzzed insistently in
his pocket. He grinned as he looked at the caller ID.
“What’s happening, Al?” he answered his phone with an apologetic grin at
Sophia.
“Jensen.”
The single word turned the blood in his veins to ice.
In the years that he’d known Aldis Hodge, the man had never called him by name
unless it was incredibly serious. Jensen sat up straight, already packing his
books into his bag. “What happened, Al?”
“Jensen…” the man hesitated. “I’m sorry bro, it’s your dad.”
Jensen stopped his motion, and his breathing. A dull roaring filled his ears
and he thought Sophia might have been speaking to him, but after a second, even
the image of her went blurry. “What happened, Al?” he repeated roughly,
gripping the counter to hold himself up.
“Not what you think, kid,” Aldis reassured him, and like magic, the sound in
the room went back up. Sophia’s concerned voice halted mid-sentence when he
held out a placatory hand.
“Tell me,” he nearly snapped.
“He’s in trouble, Jensen,” Aldis told him seriously. “Worse than he was ever in
before. I’m sorry, JR, but I think you’re going to have to come down here.”
Jensen nodded, even though his friend couldn’t see him. “I’ll be on the next
train ride out.”
“We’ll be waiting for you, man,” his friend reported softly. “We’ve still got
your back.”
“Thanks, Al” Jensen murmured before flipping his phone shut. “I’m sorry Soph,”
he apologized quietly. “But I gotta go.”
“What’s the matter, Jen-Ster?” she asked worriedly. “Do you want me to call
Chris?”
“No,” he shook his head. “I’ll text him and Jared on the way. I’m sorry, I have
to go.”
He left the classroom without a second glance.
Reaching home in record time, he flung clothes into a duffel bag and got out
his emergency stack of cash, stuffing it unceremoniously into the side pocket.
He looked at his phone in indecision, wanting to call Jared, but at the same
time, not wanting the boy to worry about something that wasn’t his problem. He
would just have to make sure he was back in time for Sunday brunch with the
Padaleckis and it would be okay.
Decision made, he grabbed his keys, switched off the lights and locked the
door. Hoisting his duffel on to his shoulder, he turned around…
…to find Jared leaning against the hood of his truck, looking pissed off.
Well, fan-fucking-tastic.
###
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~*Jared*~
 
The tension was thick enough to choke on it.
To give his father due credit, Gerald Padalecki wasn’t backing down from the
shouting match he was having with JD Morgan. Jared was torn between having one
of his own with Jake and keeping an eye on Morgan, who he didn’t trust as far
as he could throw him.
“I think that human’s attack on my son was provocation enough, Padalecki!” Jeff
thundered, and Jared bristled at the disgust in the other alpha’s voice.
“That human, is one your son has been harassing since he first came into town,”
Jared responded hotly, not missing the shocked look his father sent him; he had
never, not once encroached on his father like that, never stepped on his feet
during a meet, but damnit, he’d never been this mad before either. No one was
allowed to disrespect his mate.
“My son and I do not chase; we obtain,” Morgan sneered. Jared tilted his chin
in defiance.
“Seems like both father and son have been having difficulty in that department,
then.”
“Watch your mouth, you impudent little pup!” Morgan’s face twisted in rage.
“I’d heed that advice yourself, Jeff,” Gerald rumbled, eyes flashing
dangerously. “I will not tolerate disrespect towards my son any more than you
will yours. Now I suggest we confer at a later date before we both end up doing
something we’ll have to hide.”
With that, the Alpha walked away, shoulders back and walking with pride. Jared
followed, along with the rest of the alphas, but before he could shift to run
home like he usually did, he was stopped by his father.
“You’ll be riding with me, son,” Gerald’s voice broached no room for argument.
“We seem to have something to discuss.”
Jared nodded his compliance, shooting Chad and Chris a reassuring grin before
climbing into his father’s Jeep. He waited patiently for his father to bring up
Jensen, and he wasn’t disappointed.
“What do you know of the human that Jake nearly attacked, Jared?” he asked in a
measured tone. “Might I ask what provoked the highly protective tone and the
willingness to potentially incite an altercation at what was supposed to be a
peace treaty meeting?”
Jared cringed, feeling like all of five years old in his father’s presence.
“I’m sorry, dad,” he apologized softly. “I couldn’t let Jeff pin this all on
Jensen, it wasn’t his fault.”
“That may be so, but that doesn’t explain your more than ardent outburst, son,”
Gerald pointed out almost gently. “Is this boy a friend of yours? I’ve warned
you against being too close with humans.”
Jared cringed, taking a deep breath. He remembered all the warnings; they had
played in his mind like a broken record the whole of the first day he spent
texting Jensen. But the first time he’d held the boy’s hand? Kissed him? Spent
the night with him curled up in his arms? Everything his father had cautioned
him about had just sort of faded into the background. He trusted Jensen,
believed in their relationship.
And now was the time to prove that.
“He’s more than a friend, dad,” Jared admitted, his voice quiet, but strong
with his conviction. “Jensen is my mate.”
Jared hit the dash hard when his father slammed on the brakes. His forearm
throbbed where he’d braced it and he cast a wide-eyed look of shock at the man
next to him. Gerald Padalecki was shell-shocked, motionless save for the rise
and fall of his chest. Jared was just beginning to worry about the grey pallor
his skin had taken when the man spoke in a hushed whisper.
“A human mate?” Gerald shook his head as if clearing cobwebs. “We haven’t had
one in the pack in decades, Jared. Are you sure about this? Is it not just a
particularly potent teenage infatuation?”
A bristle of irritation worked its way under his skin. Why did everyone seem to
think that he was just in for a piece of Jensen’s ass? Chad was right; people
didn’t just believe in love at first sight anymore; his father couldn’t even
believe that he’d found the real thing.
“Don’t patronize me, dad,” he snapped, before he even realized what he was
doing. “I know what Jensen is to me, and I won’t have you undermining that
because he’s not a Were.”
His father blinked owlishly at him and mortification quickly replaced his
anger. He was never usually this disrespectful, least of all to his father!
Jared couldn’t fathom what had come over him, but before he could apologize,
his father explained it to him.
“When we mate, not even the respect we have for kin or the pack Alpha- in this
case, both, for you- can override the dominant protectiveness we feel towards
our mate,” he breathed, a look of doubt and worry settling into his usually
warm hazel eyes. “This boy really is your mate.”
Jared nodded, even though it hadn’t really been a question. He waited his
father out once more, growing anxious when the man started the car and
continued driving, a tense silence settling between the pack Alpha and his
successor.
When they finally reached the house, his father turned in his seat to look at
him. “Son,” his voice was gentle, and Jared felt heartened for it, “if this boy
is your mate, then human or no, we will accept him. You’ll have to bring him to
meet the family, of course, and the pack…but I do want you to be careful what
you believe of him.” He held up a placatory hand before Jared could growl at
the implications of his words. “I’m just saying…what was his reaction when you
told him about all this, son?”
“He was supportive and understanding,” Jared shot back defiantly. “He was
amazing, dad!”
“Precisely, my boy!” Gerald stressed. “Which human would give you such a
response? Is it not understandable to be suspicious over his casual acceptance
about our existence? How could he possibly just accept something like this?”
“I felt him, dad, I was with him!” Jared argued hotly. “I know my mate!”
“Do you, Jared?” his father asked evenly. “Because sometimes we tend to see
only that which we are looking for.”
His retort fell short on his lips. Truthfully, his father was bringing up every
concern that he’d had since telling Jensen the truth. Anger gave way to fear
and doubt, and both churned unpleasantly at his stomach. Jensen hadn’t lied…had
he?
A buzzing in his pocket shocked Jared back from his deep thoughts. His father
favored him with another concerned look before leaving the car, going up to the
house and giving him some privacy. He flipped the phone open wearily, hoping
only for one voice to sound in his ear; the only one who could lift the
darkness and the weight from his shoulders.
“Jen?”
“No, kid, but it’s about him,” Mr. Beaver’s voice came through the speaker. “I
just overheard some parts of a conversation your boy was having with someone on
the phone…someone named Al?”
A memory flashed through Jared’s mind; when he’d woken up in search of his
mate, he’d heard Jensen talking on the phone. He only managed to catch the
“G’night, Al” but he had no doubt that it was the same person. Jensen’s vague
answer replayed in his mind.
I needed to call an old friend from back home.
Which friend? Had to be close, or else Jensen wouldn’t have been totally
comfortable calling the man at ten after 2 in the morning. What could Jen have
wanted from him at that hour? Uneasiness injected into his veins as he realized
that the phone call took place directly after Jensen had his nightmare about
Jared hurting him.
“Did you hear what they talked about?” Jared asked, fighting at the dizzy spin
of his head as fear hollowed him out. Suddenly, he wasn’t sure at all about
what he was about to hear.
“Only a few words,” Beaver’s grim voice reported. “Something like ‘not what you
think’ and ‘in trouble’ and ‘think you should come back here’ and ‘we’ll be
waiting for you here’. Then he tore out of here like a bat out of hell.”
Jared shook his head, though no one was there to see him do it, fighting down
the rising panic that was ready to consume him whole. Could he really have been
this wrong? Had he been blinded by his own love for Jensen? Was his father
right, had he only seen that which he’d looked for?
He hung up on Beaver without a thought, stumbling out of his father’s Jeep and
racing towards his beat-up truck. He barely got the driver’s seat door closed
before he was tearing out of the driveway, breaking every speed limit in an
attempt to get to his mate. He half-heartedly prayed for there to be some kind
of misunderstanding, while the dominant part of him tried to think of what he
could do to keep the green-eyed boy in his life. He would give up the pack, if
he had to. He couldn’t give up being a Were, but he would stop his shifting.
He’d have to find out from Beaver if it would affect him physically, but he
wasn’t even sure that it would matter if it did affect him. He would do
anything to keep Jensen in his life, even if it meant giving up all he’d known
his entire life.
He got out of the car carefully, scared that his deepest fears would be
confirmed. He almost doubled over in relief when he heard his mate switching
off what he presumed to be the lights, and it took all of his willpower not to
sprint towards the sound. Instead, he leaned against the truck and allowed his
relief to flood him, embracing it, feeling it change slowly and give way to an
almost desperate thirst for answers. What was this game Jensen was playing at?
Jared shuddered to think what would have happened if he hadn’t spoken back to
Morgan and subsequently ended the meet prematurely.
His phone was always switched off during meets.
Trying not think on how close he may or may not have come to losing his mate,
he fought back the rising nausea and faced Jensen as he locked the door.
Turning around, his mate faltered in his steps, eyes going wide at the sight of
him. He heard it when Jensen swallowed hard, felt the stab the sound pounded
into his gut. The green-eyed boy was moving with deliberate steps, and it
didn’t ease Jared’s anxiety when Jensen didn’t meet his eyes. His patience was
wearing thin, and irritation replaced his relief; after all, it was easier to
be angry than to face how much he couldn’t live without his Jen.
Jensen stopped in front of him, scuffing the toe of his sneakers against the
pavement in a nervous motion. His heart hurt, but the stubborn part of him
couldn’t bring himself to show any weakness. If anything, he scowled at his
mate.
“Anything you want to be telling me, Jensen?”
And wasn’t that a clipped tone? Way to go, making him feel so safe around you,
dumbass.
“Jay, I can explain,” Jensen said weakly. At the same time that pain filled him
for the feeble tone of his mate’s voice, anger flooded in as well.
“How can you be so scared?!” he asked, almost scathingly. What more could he
possibly do here? Was this the reason human mates were so rare?
Jensen winced, shoulders hunching automatically as if to fend off a blow. Green
eyes shot to Jared’s hazel, wide and hurt. “Why wouldn’t I be scared? And more
to the point, how’d you find out what happened?”
“Mr. Beaver heard you,” Jared all but spat, pain slicing through him at
Jensen’s question; why wouldn’t I be scared?
“Damn wolf hearing,” Jensen muttered, almost distractedly. “Jay, I have every
reason in the world to be afraid.” His mate’s reasonable tone had him favoring
his anger over his hurt.
“Jensen, just because you don’t understand something, doesn’t make it…”
“Understand?” Jensen’s incredulous voice came over his stung tone. “What’s
there to understand, Jared? It was a series of stupid mistakes that never
should have happened!”
Now it was Jared’s turn to reel backwards with pain. “You think it was a
mistake?” he asked, his voice oddly emotionless.
“Of course,” Jensen frowned. “And now I have to go back home before someone
gets hurt because of a stupid mistake made out of boredom and loneliness.”
Jared could swear he heard his heart break in that moment. Tears flooded his
eyes and Jensen’s frown deepened. “Fine,” he whispered, his voice wobbling and
broken. “But next time Jensen, you should think about your stupid mistakes, and
think about the people you hurt in order to entertain yourself and take away
the boredom.”
He was about to walk away, his heart in pieces, when Jensen grabbed almost
desperately at his jacket. He turned his face to see, not the remorse he was
expecting, but instead bemused confusion. Jensen blinked owlishly at him.
“Entertain myself?” his mate repeated, sounding mystified. “What the hell are
you talking about, Jared?”
A few tears slipped from his eyes, and apparently that was Jensen’s kryptonite,
because instead of demanding answers, he wrapped Jared up in warm arms that
were far too gentle and loving, a counterpoint to the words he’d spoken about
mistakes. Jared swallowed down the almost overwhelming want to let Jensen just
make it all better, pushing the boy away.
“If I was just entertainment, a stupid mistake, then why did you let me believe
you were okay with my being a Were?” he asked sadly.
If possible, Jensen’s face deepened even more in confusion. The tiniest flare
of hope lit up Jared’s insides. Could it be possible? Was this all just a
terrible misunderstanding?
“What does my dad’s gambling problems have to do with you being a Were?”
Jensen’s perplexed tone strengthened his hope, and he dared to voice his deep
fear.
“I thought you were leaving to go home, to get away from…from what I am.”
Comprehension lightened Jensen’s face, quickly replaced by irritation. “I don’t
know what Beaver thought he’d heard, but you should know me better, Jared!”
Green sparks flew from his fiery eyes. “How could you even think that I would
leave you? Jesus, how could you even think that I’d use anyone for
entertainment, least of all, you?!”
But the anger from his mate was overshadowed by the crushing relief that burned
more tears into his eyes. “You’re not leaving me,” he whispered, feeling almost
weak. “You’re not leaving me.”
Jared caught his mate in a massive bear hug, but rather than melting into it
like he normally did, Jensen shrugged away, hurt caught in an intricate web of
anger in his eyes.
“How could you think I would?” he asked again, the low, even voice worse than
the shouting. “You of all people should trust me!”
“Because you’ve shown me so much trust!” Jared snapped, the harsh bellow
sounding unfair to his own ears. What on earth was he doing? No, no, no, now is
the time to fix and straighten out the misunderstanding, not fight some more!!
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jensen demanded, jaw set angrily.
Don’t answer that, don’t answer that, don’t answer that…he ordered his brain
firmly.
Apparently his mouth was slow to the memo.
“I can’t trust you without you trusting me too! And, Jensen, let’s face it, you
don’t give me anything to trust! You never talk to me, and I practically have
to strong-arm you into anything that has any sort of emotional maturity! It’s
like you don’t ever feel anything!”
Jared knew he’d overstepped that precarious boundary when Jensen’s head snapped
backwards as though he’d been slapped and the anger in his eyes shattered to
reveal deep hurt.
“Is that what you think?” he asked quietly, almost mouthing the words. “That I
don’t feel? That I don’t hurt? That I never tell you what made the scars on my
soul because I’m emotionally impaired? Then you tell me, Jared; why the fuck
did you even bother trying?”
Not waiting for an answer, he turned around, hitched his bag high on his
shoulder and walked away.
Jared might have lost his mate after all…just not for the reasons he thought.
 
~*Jensen*~
Angrily swiping at the rapidly falling rivulets of tears streaming from his
eyes like an unclosed faucet, Jensen trudged down the street and made it to the
T-junction at the end of his road before Jared caught up to him in his rumbling
truck.
“Jen, baby, please stop. Please get into the car.”
Jensen crossed his arms even tighter, ignoring how childish he was acting in
favor of the hurt still searing in his veins. While part of him knew he was
irrationally upset, and that this was his fault for not telling Jared that he
was leaving, another, more dominant part of him wanted to foster the anger. The
fact that he couldn’t stay mad at Jared had been a source of increasing unease,
and now he wanted to nurture the ill-feelings, if only to prove to himself that
he was still capable of being strong enough to stand on his own.
While all this had seemed like good reasons at first, they all now filtered
from his mind like water through a sieve in the face of Jared’s sweet voice and
the slow motion of the truck following him.
“Jensen, please,” Jared pleaded from his position driving. “Let me take you
where you need to go. I don’t want you taking the train, and whatever trouble
you’re gearing up to face there, I don’t want you to face it alone.”
Clenching his jaw against the urge, Jensen waked stubbornly forward, keeping
his jaw locked so he wouldn’t talk. Suddenly, the truck sped up, and Jensen
experienced a single moment of utter devastation before the truck hair-pinned
and came to a screaming stop a few feet from him. His reprimand for Jared to be
more careful and not hurt himself died on Jensen’s lips as the boy stalked
determinedly to him.
He went around Jensen, making him turn instinctively. Jensen raised an eyebrow
in confusion when Jared took a step forward, automatically taking the same step
backwards. Jared kept walking, forcing Jensen to step backwards until his back
pressed flush against the truck. The Alpha’s hands came up to frame Jensen’s
face, gripping almost bruisingly hard, making sure that he couldn’t avert his
gaze. Jensen blinked owlishly at his boyfriend, his anger forgotten in the
midst of confusion and his body’s reaction to Jared’s close proximity.
His dilated pupils and the harsh, choppy panting had nothing to do with fear.
“Baby.” Jared’s voice was tender and soft and gentle, a counterpoint to the
fierce grip of his hands and enough to make Jensen focus every fiber of his
being on the words leaving his mouth. “I love you. You’re the most important
thing in the world to me. If nothing else, know that those words are the
absolute truth.” He sighed, regret darkening his hazel orbs. “I overreacted
when Beaver phoned me and said you were leaving. In the meet today, I may or
may not have spoken out of turn when Morgan insulted you, and then I had to
explain to my dad why…and I told him about us.” Jensen’s breath left him in a
whoosh, the information hitting him like a punch. They’d agreed to hold out on
telling the Padalecki’s that Jensen was more than just Jared’s boyfriend, so it
surprised him that Jared had reneged on their plan. His overwhelming worry for
his boyfriend took precedence over the fear of the repercussions of that
decision.
“Oh, Jay,” he whispered, a horrified feeling settling into his stomach as he
considered another reason behind his boyfriend’s anguish. “I’m touched you
would stick up for me, but at what cost? Did your father…did he…?”
“No,” Jared refuted, and Jensen exhaled shakily in relief. “No, he didn’t kick
me out of the pack or anything. He was just worried about the fact that you
took it so well. He was suspicious, and thought you were going to run.”
Realization dawned on Jensen, softening him even more. “And so you panicked
when you got the phone call.”
“And so I panicked when I got the phone call,” Jared nodded. “I know I should
have trusted you, and I’m sorry I didn’t, it’s just that all of this is really
new to me, too. Sometimes it scares me how much blind faith I have in you.”
Jensen sighed cavernously, letting go of the last of his anger. “I’m sorry
too,” he whispered, turning his cheek towards Jared’s hand. “I’ll try to trust
you more and open up more. It’s just so odd to be able to trust someone so
fully…I haven’t had that in a long time.”
“I know, baby,” Jared mumbled, pressing his body flush against Jensen’s and
dipping his head to press soft kisses over his mate’s face. “But you have me,
now, you’re not alone. You’re mine,” he half-growled, “and I don’t ever want
you to try to tackle things alone anymore. Mine,” he repeated, nipping lightly
at Jensen’s pulse point, eliciting a half-moan, half-chuckle from his green-
eyed captive.
After a few moments of basking in the loving caresses, Jensen blurted out: “My
dad has a gambling problem, combined with a bit of an alcohol addiction.”
Jared stopped his ministrations, looking at Jensen with nothing but patience
and love reflected in his endless chocolatey eyes.
Jensen took a deep breath. “It started when Jody died,” he pressed on. “He’d
get himself lost in the bottom of a whiskey bottle and I’d get random calls in
the middle of the night telling me to come fetch him. More times than I can
count, since I was 8 years old, I was dragging him out of bars and wrestling
him to bed, staying up with him to make sure he never choked on his own vomit
or anything. About 7 years ago, the gambling started too. Poker, pool,
darts…anything you could play at a bar, always to get money for his next drink.
That’s actually where I learnt how to play pool,” he added, shrugging slightly.
“I hustled a lot to pay off his debts…I guess when the stakes are yours and
your father’s lives, you tend to sharpen up real quick.”
Jared sucked in a breath and tightened his arms around him, but true to form,
he didn’t interrupt.
“It stopped for a while since we’ve been here,” the lie cut razors in his
throat, but if he was to keep the abuse a secret, Jensen knew he’d have to be
sparing on the details of his half-truth explanation. “Until he left for that
weekend for work. I got worried when he didn’t come back as scheduled, and
phoned an old friend of mine from home to check if he might have gone back
there. This weekend would have been Jody’s birthday, so I thought it would be a
good place to check. Aldis- my friend- called earlier today to say that I
needed to get home because Eric’s in trouble. I was going to call you on the
road,” he concluded, averting his eyes in chagrin. “I didn’t want to make my
problem yours and I didn’t want you to judge Eric because of a mistake.”
More like a series of mistakes, Jensen thought bitterly, still wondering why it
meant so much to him for Jared to see the abuse as one big mistake instead of
hating his father for it. Hating him the way he should be hating him.
“That's why you sounded scared..." the realization dawned in his eyes before he
refocused on Jensen. "You’re my mate,” Jared told him softly, speaking against
his lips. “Your problems are my problems. I want you with all your drama, baby,
just like I hope you’ll still want me when you see my own familial song-and-
dance.”
“I’ll always want you,” Jensen whispered, letting himself let go and slumping
tiredly into Jared’s strong, waiting arms. He let himself be supported, almost
crying with the sheer relief it brought to shift the load on his shoulders to
someone else for the first time in 10 years. He felt weakened, but stronger;
dazed, but never more clear-headed. As Jared lifted him in his arms, he let go,
safe with the knowledge that the love of his life was taking the reins from him
for a bit. He was just barely cognizant of the words streaming from Jared’s
mouth.
“I got you, baby, I got you…it’s okay, you can let go now. I’m gonna take care
of this…gonna take care of you. I can share the weight on your shoulders, mo
chroi…let me take care of you. I love you, mo chroi…sleep. I’m here and I’ve
got you.”
For the first time in a decade…the beautiful boy with the pain-filled eyes felt
safe.
 
~*Jared*~
People always said it was the kindest hearts that felt the most pain.
Jared never really understood what they meant. In his mind, the kindest hearts
should have been the ones who have seen kindness in the world and are therefore
not jaded by the pain of the past. Wouldn’t a heart that’s been broken be safe-
guarded from the world by walls of cruelty and indifference?
Now, looking at his beloved mate, Jared understood.
Jensen had endured nothing but pain in his life. Losing three parents, an
alcoholic father with a gambling addiction that he has to look after, an
abusive ex-boyfriend, bullies…life had dealt him the crappiest cards ever.
Still, he had more compassion and goodness in his little finger than most
people possessed in their entire bodies. It never failed to amaze him how
Jensen continued to love the world that had hurt him so.
He felt happy to lift the burden that Life had placed on his love’s shoulders
and carry it for him for a while. As soon as he had, Jensen had slipped into
sleep, and only now did Jared see how truly exhausted his chroi had been by the
weight he’d been carrying for the last decade. He made it look effortless, but
Jared now saw the inevitable toll it took and he resolved to share the load
more often.
That in mind, he’d bundled Jensen up in blankets and tucked him into the
passenger seat of his truck, filled up on gas and called his father to explain
what happened. He was surprised when his mother took the phone and revealed
that she’d been told Jensen was his mate. She even further surprised him when
she told him to drive Jensen there and back home, and to make sure that he had
whatever he needed. He loved his mother all the more for the understanding in
her tone and the unconditional love she had both for Jared, and already for
Jensen.
Jared was distracted from his thoughts when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
“Yo,” he answered absently, stealing a glance at his sleeping mate.
“Is he with you?” Chris’ frantic voice came over the line. Uh-oh. He knew there
was one more call he was supposed to have made…
“Calm down, Chris…” he tried to placate the panicked alpha.
“I WILL NOT CALM DOWN, JARED!” he bellowed, making Jared cringe away from the
slim black phone in his hand. “Is he with you, yes or no?”
“Yes,” Jared answered hurriedly, biting his lip in sympathy as Chris’ relieved
exhale sounded along with the distinct sound of his head thudding against
something hard. “I meant to…”
“Save it Padalecki, I’m too fucking thankful to be mad right now. You and
Freckles are going to explain all this to me when I can work up the space to be
angry. But I swear the next time a scrawny pipsqueak named Conner-something-
from-Art comes around asking why Jensen took off from school like hell hounds
were chasing him, and neither of you are available, I’m siccing Mama Padalecki
on you both.”
“Who’s Conner?” Jared growled slightly, jealousy biting at his insides.
Instinctively, he reached out to encase Jensen’s hand in a possessive grasp.
His mate barely reacted, simply snuggling into the seat and pulling the hand
closer to his chest, making Jared smile.
“He’s from Art,” Jared could hear the eye-roll in Chris’ voice. “Duh.”
“Chris, don’t be a dick,” Jared complained with a frown.
“Obviously I don’t know much further than that,” Chris snorted. “Kid was
practically tripping over himself.”
Jared felt a weird sense of satisfaction at the knowledge. “I’ll tell Jen to
call you when he wakes up.”
“Kinky bastard,” Chris snarked before hanging up. Jared closed his phone with a
chuckle, turning his attention back to the road. He had another three hours
ahead of him and he had no intention of stopping until he got to his mate’s
hometown.
He hoped Jensen wouldn’t send him home. He understood that his mate didn’t want
him to see the guy he used to be, but Jared was in love with the boy sitting
next to him; whoever he might have been in the past didn’t matter anymore. He
would always love his mate and would forgive him anything, but he felt like it
was important to understand Jensen’s life before him. Else, how would he ever
really understand Jensen now? His grandfather always taught him that the past
defined the person one becomes in the present. Now was his chance to test the
theory. But most important, it was his chance to prove to his love that not
everything had to be handled alone. That he could lean on him, and Jared
wouldn’t let him fall. That he could trust in their love enough to expose it to
both their worlds knowing that neither had the power to tear them apart.
Determination swept over him once more. His love would be enough to pull them
through. He would make sure of it.
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Chapter End Notes
     I felt like it was important to dedicate a chapter to Jensen finally
     letting go and letting someone else take the responsibility he's
     shouldered since he was 8, so I hope you didn't get bored with this
     chapter! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!
     -JayGirl
***** The resident Badass *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm so sorry for taking so long with this! There actually was cause
     for concern this time!
     I had a really awful experience last week. Despite being a strong
     swimmer, I nearly drowned and almost died. It was a harrowing
     experience for me, and I urge you guys to be careful, because the
     tide is a temperamental mistress. I'm recovering at the moment, but
     nonetheless, I apologize for the delay!
     Once again, thank you all so much for reading! It humble me beyond
     measure, and I'm positively blown away by the fact that we're on 700+
     for comments and kudos. You guys are amazing! Much love! <3
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~*Jensen*~
 
The first thing he became aware of was the comforting, familiar rumble buzzing
through him.
Jared’s truck, his fuzzy mind provided helpfully. Why was he in Jared’s truck?
His tongue darted out between his lips in an attempt to soothe its dryness,
head pounding when the chapped skin threatened to split under the pressure.
Eyes still closed, he took a deep breath, taking comfort from the smell he
uniquely associated with his boyfriend. Slowly, his memory came back to him and
he cringed internally at the hard time he’d given Jared.
“Your breathing and heart rate’s been different for a while now…I guess as a
Were, I’ll kind of always know when you feign sleep.” The boy’s hesitant voice
cut through Jensen’s chagrin. “Are you…are you hiding from me?”
Jensen finally let his eyes slowly open, turning his head to face Jared and
feeling remorseful for the worried frown that decorated the Alpha’s face.
“Never, Jay,” he answered truthfully. “I think I’m just hiding from the real
world issues. If my eyes are closed, and I can just know you’re next to me, I
can almost pretend that life outside this truck- that life outside of you and
me- doesn’t exist.”
His boyfriend’s hazel eyes softened, reminding Jensen of melted Hershey bars.
“I felt the same way that morning we were in your bed,” he confessed in a low
voice. “Like I could stand to live in that Jared-and-Jensen bubble forever.”
Jensen nodded thoughtfully, absently taking his boyfriend’s hand and rubbing
his thumb across it in soothing circles. Jared made that little purring sound
deep in his chest that he didn’t even seem to be conscious of; the one that
melted Jensen’s heart like a popsicle on a summer day in Texas.
“We handle things together, though, and we’ll make it through,” he murmured,
the statement as much as a realization to him as it was a reassurance to Jared.
“There’s nothing we can’t handle if we tackle it together.”
“Damn straight,” Jared grinned, that wide, toothy, puppy-dog grin that stole
Jensen’s heart in the first place. Contentment settled over him; the grin had
been missing on his boyfriend and mate’s face, and it brought him a certain
modicum of comfort to see it there. “Call Chris,” Jared reminded him, shaking
his head ruefully. “I don’t wanna poke the Mama Bear again.”
“You’ll be doing just that if he ever finds out you called him a Mama Bear,”
Jensen snorted, nonetheless fishing out his cell from his back pocket and
hitting speed-dial 2.
“Jensen Ross Ackles, what in the name of Mother Luna made you think it was even
remotely okay for you to run screaming from school and then disappear without a
trace, and without answering your God damned phone?”
Jensen blinked at the sudden scolding that Chris delivered by way of greeting.
Jared shoving his fist in his mouth to muffle his laughter pulled Jensen from
his stupor. Punching his boyfriend lightly in the gut, satisfied when his
choked off wheeze took the place of his laughter, Jensen processed the sentence
slowly.
“Okay,” he ordered his response in his mind. “One, how do you know my middle
name? Two, who is Mother Luna? And three, I did not scream, I merely ran.”
Chris huffed his irritation. “Mother Luna is the moon Goddess, who we believe
protects us when we shift, among other things, and I know your middle name from
searching through your student file earlier to try and find another emergency
contact.”
“Aren’t those supposed to be private?” Jensen frowned.
“That doesn’t matter,” Chris brushed off smoothly. “You’re avoiding the topic.”
“What topic?” Jensen feigned innocence. “I wasn’t aware there was a topic.”
“The topic was you running off from school.” Jensen could almost hear his
friend gritting his teeth.
“And when exactly did this happen?” he asked politely, smothering his smirk.
“Today! It happened earlier today!” Chris enunciated in frustration.
“What happened earlier today?” Jensen asked, his voice saturated with
bewilderment. Evasion techniques were his specialty.
“You ran off from school!”
“What about me running off from school?”
“That was the topic!”
“The topic of what, Chris?”
“The topic of…huh?”
“What?”
“Um…”
“Excuse me?”
“Ackles!”
“Kane!”
“Damnit Jensen!” Chris finally snapped, and Jared finally gave into the gut-
busting laughter that rocked his entire frame as he threw his head back. Jensen
bit down hard on his lip to keep his voice even.
“You know, Chris, you’re hardly making any sense blustering like that,” he said
in a completely reasonable tone. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but we
should talk about this when you’re a little more coherent don’t you agree? Good
talk, Chris, later buddy!” Jensen hung up without waiting for a reply.
He stuffed his phone in his back pocket, exhaling a giggle born of relief as
Jared continued to howl with laughter next to him. He knew he was now even
further in his own grave, but Jensen figured he could deal with one problem at
a time.
“Oh, man, Chris is going to go ape-shit when we get back home,” Jared chuckled
as soon as he’d gotten back control. Jensen bit his lip, uncertainty rearing
its ugly head.
“Jay, I’m still not so sure about you coming with me…”
“We handle things together, and we’ll make it through. There’s nothing we can’t
handle if we tackle it together,” Jared repeated his words verbatim to him.
“We’re a team, Jensen, you know that just as well as I do. What’s the real
reasons you keep trying to push me away here? If it’s you not wanting to come
out to your dad yet, I get it.” His boyfriend’s chiseled features were alight
with sincerity. “I don’t have to meet him just yet.”
“It’s not just that,” Jensen shook his head, rubbing a tired hand over his
face. “I don’t want you to meet JR.”
 
~*Jared*~
Jared furrowed his brow in confusion. He searched his memory, trying to dredge
up any snippet of revelations from Jensen he’d heard that alluded to someone
called JR.
“Jensen, baby, what are you talking about?” he cocked his head to the side in
confusion.
“I’m not the same person I used to be, Jay,” Jensen confessed, confusing Jared
even more. “I’m different now!”
Sensing that comfort was needed, Jared carefully pulled over to the shoulder of
the road before turning in his seat and taking both his mate’s hands in his.
“Start at the start, mo chroi,” he soothed. “Who’s JR?”
“I’m JR,” Jensen answered miserably, leaning forward to bury his face in the
crook between Jared’s neck and shoulder. “Jensen Ross. JR. J-Ross. Whatever.”
It seemed like starting at the beginning had little to help with Jared’s
confusion. “But I know you, baby,” he pointed out, feeling like he was missing
a vital piece of a puzzle.
“You know me,” Jensen nodded his confirmation, still not bringing his face up.
“But JR is not me. JR is who I had to become to survive back then.”
All at once, Jared’s breath stole from his lungs. He was an utter imbecile.
“Baby…”
“You don’t get it, Jay!” Jensen pushed himself up, wide green eyes gazing at
him as though Jensen were pleading for understanding even while he resigned
himself to never getting it. “You’ve never been in the situations I’ve been in!
I thank God for that,” he added, “but you also can’t expect to understand
something you’ve never had to fathom.”
Jared stayed quiet. Hard enough as it was to admit, Jensen hit the nail on the
head. Jared had grown up with doting parents, in a loving home-stead, with an
iron-tight bond between not only himself and his kin, but also himself and his
pack. He had been surrounded by love his entire life, and protected from
feelings of neglect and pain and fear and isolation. When he was 9, he
remembered, Jared had befriended his teacher’s son. The boy had gotten jumped
by a gang of drunkards, and human as he was, he didn’t stand a chance. Those
nights after, he remembered crawling into his father’s big leather chair- the
important one that was in his study that they never got to sit in normally- and
burrowing there while his superhero-dad soothed away his night terrors by
growling fearsomely at his empty room. He remembered Jeff standing sentry as
promised in his doorway, strong and protective before eventually passing out
there, and he remembered Megan hopping neatly over his prone form to snuggle
under the safety of Jared’s arm. They protected each other.
When Jensen was 9, he’d been pulling his dad from bars, braving the more-than-
questionable dives to get him home, and doing God knows what to keep them from
going under financially. He’d had no superhero to turn to, no sentry to trust
and no loving cuddles that assured him that it was okay to be afraid. He had
been alone, no matter where he turned, and it didn’t matter that Jared came
from a more primal world; doubtlessly, Jensen came from a more painful one.
So yes. Jared couldn’t fathom what Jensen had been through on any scale. But…
“I can make sure you’re never alone in them again,” he murmured, framing
Jensen’s beautiful face with his hands. “I may not able to comprehend, or
imagine what you’ve been through, mo chroi. I may not be able to change the
past and make sure you had someone to turn to then. But I can make damn certain
of it, that you’re never left with no-one to fall back on again. I can see to
it that you’re done having to be part of a world where you’re constantly
getting hurt.”
The look Jensen gave him was torn, and Jared wondered, achingly desperate, what
secrets those green orbs held. Not for the first time, he wondered whether his
patience would be to his mate’s detriment, but what other choice was there?
Jensen’s friends were as in the dark as he was, his father was probably too
trashed to even notice when his son came home with bruises all over…Jared could
see no other option that to wait it out.
He leaned forward to capture his mate’s full lips with his, nibbling lightly on
his bottom lip until Jensen parted under his ministrations. Licking into Jen’s
mouth, Jared reveled in the taste of his chroi, kneading Jensen’s jaw as he
leisurely explored the wet, hot cavern of his mouth.
“You’re not going to like the guy I become the moment we get into that town’s
borders,” Jensen warned him quietly one more time as they broke away.
“I fell in love with you, Jen,” Jared whispered right back, butting his nose
against Jensen’s jaw in affection. “There’s no part of you that I won’t love
with my heart and soul, baby. Besides, what matters to me is the person I know
you are. My Jen,” he claimed with a smile, nudging Jensen’s temple with his
nose again, eliciting a small sigh of contentment from his mate, who
immediately leaned back into the contact. “My mate.”
Jensen surged forward at those words, throwing his arms around Jared’s neck and
holding on for dear life. Jared returned the embrace fiercely, tucking the
trembling boy under his chin and rubbing soothingly at his back, pressing light
kisses to his hair and the nape of his neck.
“Promise me you won’t hate me for who I was then,” Jensen mumbled against his
neck, sounding for all the world like a frightened child. It multiplied Jared’s
protective instincts ten-fold, and he tightened his grip around his mate,
making shushing noises and rocking them both gently until Jensen’s tremors
subsided.
“I could never hate you, baby,” he murmured ardently. “I love you. I love you
so much, more than the moon and the stars.”
Jensen peeked up at him, and Jared was happy to see the small smile on his
mate’s face at the words.
“Love you forever and always, Jay,” he returned.
***
It was another half hour on the road before Jared saw it.
From his relaxed slump against the seat, Jensen gradually straightened and his
jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. His body was eerily still and his eyes
sharpened, roving in calculated circles around them, on the lookout for a
threat that Jared didn’t even know existed. Icy calm resonated from his tense
posture even as the promise of danger rolled off him in waves.
It was an amazing sight to behold.
Jared’s tongue darted out to moisten his lower lip as his mate reached his hand
to the side of his jean-clad leg. Jensen pulled out a small Swiss army knife
and absently flicked a little button. Jared’s eyes widened as the gleaming
silver blade snapped up with an ominous crack. He watched, motionless, as
Jensen inspected the edge, running his thumb lightly along it. Jared frowned
and reached out to stop him, unease at the thought of the blade piercing
Jensen’s skin. Jensen sent him a tired smile, a shadow of his normally
mischievous, sparkling grin.
“Why’re you carrying a knife?” Jared asked quietly. “Expecting trouble?”
“I always expect trouble,” Jensen answered honestly, running a hand through his
short, dirty-blonde spikes. Jared raised an eyebrow questioningly. “It’s what’s
kept me alive.”
Jared nodded slowly, pushing away his sadness and pity. “Do you carry it
everywhere?”
“Not since I left this Godforsaken place,” Jensen assured him, and Jared took
comfort from that. “But here? I always carry two knives, a pick, and a duster.”
Jared’s eyebrows reached into his hairline. “Where’s everything else?” he asked
in disbelief.
“This knife was in a strap attached to my ankle,” Jensen held up the Swiss.
“The lockpick is hidden in a stitched compartment on my jeans belt loop- which
was a total bitch to make, trust me.” Jared’s lips quirked upwards in spite of
his awe. “The duster is in my pocket,” Jensen continued, “and the other knife
is here.” He reached into his shirt, and from a small holster hand-stitched
into the shoulder of his shirt, he pulled out a long, slim knife. He expertly
flicked his wrist and the blade swung out from the two prongs, and when he
flicked it back, it swung gracefully back into it’s place. “It’s called a
butterfly knife,” Jensen added, repeating the motion fluidly so that it flicked
in, then out. In, then out. In, then out. He made it look effortless, but Jared
had no doubt in his mind that he’d slice himself open if he had to try it.
“Can I have one?” he asked with a bright grin, comforted by the relief that
made Jensen’s eyes smooth out.
“Most definitely not,” he replied cheerfully, smiling at Jared’s pout. “You’d
hurt yourself.”
“Jen-sen,” Jared whined, his pout deepening. “I’m the Alpha of a pack of
werewolves and one of the most respected and feared wolves in my pack.”
“That’s all well and good, Jay, but you’re not getting a knife,” Jensen replied
serenely, eyes flicking once more over their surroundings.
“But Jen,” Jared wheedled.
“Don’t whine, Jay,” Jensen interrupted him, sending him a small grin that
looked more like his own. “It’s unbecoming of the Alpha of a pack of werewolves
and one of the most respected and feared wolves in your pack.”
Jared mock scowled, and it was worth it for the laugh it pulled from Jensen. He
remained on guard though, and Jared wondered what exactly he was on the lookout
for.
“Turn into the bar up ahead, will you?” Jensen requested quietly after a few
minutes. “I need to find Aldis before we go to the motel.”
Jared nodded his assent and took in the brick building in front of him. It was
in good condition, and from the amount of bikes in front of it, probably a
majority biker-joint. A wooden sign hung in front, written on it in old English
style print Cold Oaks.
As Jared parked, the door opened and a tall black guy walked out. He was lean,
just on the point of being muscular, and his eyes softened with affection when
Jensen hopped out of the car. The man grinned widely. “J-Ross!” he whooped,
chuckling slightly, coming forward. Jared took a step closer to his boyfriend,
unable to gauge whether he should be worried about the guy.
“It’s okay, Jay,” Jensen murmured, stepping around him and walking forward. The
man enveloped him in a huge hug, thumping him on the back as Jensen repeated
the motion. Jared frowned, possessiveness filling him.
“Been a while, man,” the guy clapped the side of Jensen’s face lightly.
“Has been,” Jensen agreed, coming back to stand next to Jared. “Jay, this is my
old friend Aldis Hodge. He owns the bar. Al, this is my boyfriend, Jared.”
Jared smiled at Jensen’s openness, his initial jealousy assuaged. He reached
over and shook the man’s hand firmly. “Nice to meet you, Aldis.”
“Naw, man, call me Dodge,” he grinned, returning the handshake. “I swear that
name’s gonna catch eventually,” he protested, as Jensen threw his head back in
laughter.
Jared smirked sympathetically. “If it helps, man, I’ll be sure to call you
Dodge.”
“You.” Aldis pointed imperiously at him. “You, my man, just got yourself a free
drink.”
Jared laughed, warming to the guy. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”
“Why don’t you go on in and help yourself?” Aldis suggested. “I gotta catch up
with this man,” he made to ruffle Jensen’s hair, and his mate ducked away with
a glare. “We’ll be there in a few.”
Jared looked at Jensen to see what his mate wanted. He swallowed his bitter
disappointment when Jensen nodded minutely, going into the bar instead of
protesting the way he wanted to.
The bar had an almost vintage vibe to it. The tables were round and the booths
were cushioned, making it look a little like a diner. The bar was long with
smooth granite tops, and a jukebox sat in the corner, nearby to a couple of
pool tables. Jared headed towards the bar, spotting a few open chairs towards
the end, when a dark haired guy stepped in front of him. He crossed his arms
over his biceps, sneering, and Jared fought the urge to snarl. Revealing his
Were here would be the single most dumbass move in the book, and he knew it.
“You look like you’re a long way from home, kid,” the man jeered, lips twisted
in disdain. His buddies leered at him, and Jared tightened his muscles,
wondering how the hell he was supposed to hold off 5 guys without shifting,
getting badly hurt, or getting to Jensen, who would undoubtedly come to his
side if this came to blows, to protect him.
“Why don’t you just calm down and leave me alone, man?” Jared tried to placate
him, showing his palms in a gesture of peace. “I don’t wanna fight.”
“Well I don’t wanna leave you alone, kid,” he mocked, his inflection making
Jared bristle with annoyance.
“Look, just get out of my face, asshole,” Jared snapped, drawing to his full
height and glaring at the arrogant guy in front of him. A glint caught his eye
and something sharp pressed against his shoulder. He tilted his head, seeing a
small dagger in the guy’s hand, blade towards him. He paled, instinctively
knowing that it was a silver dagger, and that could cause some real damage. His
chest seized and he looked at the smirking guy.
“Not such a big mouth now, are you punk?” he sneered.
“Back off, Ty,” a voice drawled from behind Jared before he could answer.
Jensen loped forward casually, only the hardness of his eyes indicating his
worry for Jared. Panic gripped the alpha, however, as Jensen’s scar came to
mind.
Heedless, Jensen strode forward, and it was then that he caught sight of the
blade. His entire body stiffened instantly, and a dark look entered his eyes.
Fury radiated off him, and the knife wielding asshat- Ty, Jensen had called
him- was ignorant to it.
“JR is back in town?” he crowed, grinning excitedly at Jensen. “You got even
prettier since you left, man, it’s been a while!”
Before Jared could growl at that, Jensen’s voice cut through, hard as steel and
10 degrees below freezing. “Not long enough that you forgot how much I hate
repeating myself, Hoechlin?” he arched an eyebrow, fire blazing from his green
eyes with the promise of pain. “I told you to back. The. Fuck. Off. Like,
yesterday. He’s with me.”
“He’s with…” Ty breathed, paling dramatically and snatching his hand away like
the knife was burning him. “I didn’t know, man, I swear I didn’t. The ki-…um,
he didn’t say nothing, I mean, I’m sorry JR.” Ty looked at Jared again, eyes
widened, holding out a hand. “I’m sorry, man, I didn’t know you were with him,”
he jerked a thumb at Jensen, ignoring Jared’s slack-jawed look of awe. “You
should say stuff like that, dude, nobody wants to piss JR off. But hey, I’m
sorry, no hard feelings, yeah?”
“Uh, yeah,” Jared nodded, stupefied. “No hard feelings.”
Jensen rolled his eyes, seeming calmer. “You sure you’re okay, Jay?” he asked,
voice soft and warm as always. Jared nodded, and Jensen released a breath in
relief, before scowling once more and turning a frigid voice towards the dark
haired guy. “Buzz off, Ty, before I remember that I was pissed as all hell at
you for that moronic stunt. And spread the word, no one touches Jared, or
they’ll have to answer to me.”
Ty nodded frantically, heading off quickly with his now-silent pals. Jared
raised his eyebrows in question, and Jensen smiled sheepishly.
“I have a reputation,” he shrugged. “Just stay close from now. Gangs and gang
districts are pretty different to what you’re used to.”
“You’re the one who wanted me to leave,” Jared couldn’t help pointing out
testily. Jensen bit his lip guiltily.
“I’m sorry about that, Jay,” he apologized regretfully. “Aldis doesn’t like
talking in front of people he doesn’t know, and I really needed to know what he
knew about my father.”
Jared felt his irritation melt away, feeling bad for snapping at his mate when
he obviously didn’t need the extra worry. “No, I’m sorry, baby,” he rubbed the
back of his head ruefully. “I’m not priority at the moment, your dad is. What
did Aldis tell you?”
“Not here,” Jensen shook his head, speaking almost inaudibly. “Everyone here is
like a vulture. They’ll jump at any sign of weakness.”
“Gotta protect your street cred,” Jared grinned, excited now that he got over
his shock of his boyfriend being the resident badass. “Man, you had that guy
quivering in his boots, Jen!”
“Tyler Hoechlin is all bark,” Jensen rolled his eyes, sparing a fond glance for
Jared. “Besides, after what happened with Adam, I was taught how to fight from
the best.”
“I know,” Jared enthused. “You took Jake out.”
“You could try not to sound so gleeful about me breaking Abel’s nose, Jay,”
Jensen absently reprimanded as he scoped out the bar once more. Jared marveled
again at the change in him.
“Oh, but I was,” he smirked. “Gleeful, that is. Jake had it coming for years.”
“No arguments there,” Jensen allowed, hands ghosting over his knives for
reassurance. Jared noticed and frowned in concern.
“Why are you so on guard?” he asked quietly, as they sat at the bar. Jensen
smiled briefly and raised a hand in greeting at the bartender before turning
his attention back to the Alpha.
“I haven’t been here in a while, and I just want to be sure that people still
treat me with the same respect they used to,” he shrugged. “If they don’t I
want to be prepared to remind them why they really should.”
Jared whistled low under his breath. “Maybe you weren’t the one I should’ve
been worried for,” he teased with a smirk.
Jensen grinned wolfishly. “What I’ve been trying to tell you from the start,
Jay.”
 
~*Jensen*~
Jensen was edgy.
He knew that no one at the bar was stupid enough to try him, but if, on the off
chance, someone did, how could he protect Jared from that? He would never
forget the throat crushing terror that seized him when he saw the glint of that
silver blade pressed against his boyfriend’s gut. He’d wanted to shove his own
knife straight into Tyler’s throat. Not for the first time, he wondered about
the logic of bringing Jared with him, because his boyfriend couldn’t shift to
save himself, and now, Jensen wasn’t so sure about his own ability to protect
him. He vowed at that moment to shield Jared from the more violent area of gang
life, but it would help if…
“No. Fucking. Way.”
Jensen’s breath caught in his throat as the disbelieving voice carried across
the bar to him. He turned, a smile blooming on his face.
“Hey, Matty,” he half-grinned. “Been a while.”
The responding smile could have been seen in space, Jensen was sure. Matt Bomer
had been his mentor and protector when he started out in this life, and of
everyone, he was the saddest to leave Matt behind.
His dark-haired mentor crossed the room in a few strides, gathering him in a
massive hug. Some of his old gang followed, all of them hugging him and
welcoming him home. Warmth filled him, and he relaxed knowing his backup was
there. Taking his seat next to Jared, he could feel the other boy’s jealousy,
and exasperated affection made his chest warm.
“Jay, this is Matt, one of my oldest buddies here,” he introduced them, before
going around the group. “This is Chuck, Spike, Cory, Andy and Horatio. Guys,
this is my boyfriend, Jared.” Once again, the tall Alpha seemed to relax at
Jensen’s public acknowledgement that they were together, and Jensen smirked
inwardly. On the other hand, it looked like Matt had swallowed a lemon. Jensen
shrugged it off as a protectiveness he’d never outgrow.
Matt caught him up on what had gone on in his absence while Jared seemed to be
bonding with Andy and Spike over football. Jensen stayed on his guard, but
after a half hour, he was exhausted. It had been a long and emotionally taxing
day, and he was just about ready to crash. He mentally catalogued all the
motels close-by that had some semblance of a good standard. He didn’t want
Jared to be uncomfortable after he’d driven him so far and stuck with him
through all this crap.
“Listen, Al, we’re gonna clear out,” he called to his friend as he jogged
towards them. Shrugging his leather jacket on over his plaid overshirt, Jensen
sent his boyfriend a half-smile. Jared grinned at him and came to stand next to
him. He nodded minutely, silently commending the boy for remembering the no-
hugging rule Jensen had implemented in the car.
Badasses didn’t cuddle.
“Later, Dodge,” Jared gave him a mini-salute and Jensen rolled his eyes at the
excitement in Aldis’ face.
“No way, JR,” Aldis held up a hand. “No chance you and my man Jared are
sleeping in a motel. My mama raised me better than that, you’re bunking at my
place.”
“C’mon, Al, we’ll be fine,” Jensen waved him off with a smile.
“I don’t care, man, do you know how many vile things lurk in motel rooms? Too
many, J-Ross, that’s how many!” he ranted with a small shudder. “Now,” he
turned to an amused Jared. “You with me, aint that right, Jay-Red?”
Jared was grinning like a kid with a new toy. “Sure, man,” he agreed
enthusiastically. Jensen looked at him incredulously and he shrugged happily.
“I like nicknames.”
Jensen couldn’t help the laugh the bubbled in him, and he couldn’t care less
about the shocked looks it generated from his gang. None of them had heard him
laugh properly, save for Matt and Aldis.
“Look, Al, you sure about this?” he asked his friend. “We really would be fine
getting a motel room.”
“I think you should go to Dodge’s,” Matt piped up suddenly, leveling an even
stare at Jared. “In separate rooms.”
Jensen frowned at the words while Jared glared right back. Making a mental note
to kick Matty’s ass for being so overprotective, he smiled thinly at Aldis.
“Breakfast’s on me, then.”
“Whoop!” Aldis cheered, breaking the tension. “I get a J-Ross-Breakfast-
Special! Suck it, bitches!”
He wondered idly whether Aldis knew he’d effectively ensured that the whole
gang would turn up at his place the next morning, and promptly decided he
didn’t want to be the one to break that news.
###
“So, my badass baby,” Jared cooed, nuzzling his neck as they curled up in bed.
Jensen laughed softly, swatting at Jared’s hands lightly as they came to wrap
around his waist, spooning him. “You’re the one people are afraid of, huh?”
Jensen traced light trails along the strong forearms cuddling him. “Did it
bother you?” he asked uncertainly. It had killed him the way he’d been too
preoccupied looking out for threats to read Jared’s reactions, but he figured a
safe and pissed off Jared was better than an injured and amicable one.
“Yes, and no,” Jared replied after a long moment of contemplation. “It bothers
me that you had to become the guy with the street cred to make sure you were
safe, but it doesn’t bother me that you are. If that makes sense.” He pressed a
small kiss to the nape of Jensen’s neck. “I hate that you had to be in a gang,
but it doesn’t change anything between us since you’re not really that guy.”
“God,” Jensen released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, “I love
you.”
Jared chuckled lightly, nuzzling into the side of his bared throat. Just before
he could drift off into a comfortable sleep, his boyfriend’s voice drifted over
him. “Baby?”
“Mm?” he tried to rouse slightly.
“What’s the plans for tomorrow?”
“Crash a bar, hustle pool with hulked-out bikers, rescue my dad and do it all
without pissing people off.”
“Piece of cake,” Jared deadpanned. Jensen laughed breathlessly, snuggling
deeper into his arms.
“I got you, Jay,” he mumbled happily. “It will be.”
###
Chapter End Notes
     On this note, guys, give poor Jared a break! XD It made me laugh how
     many people wanted Jared to open his eyes and see the truth, but I
     wanted to focus on the reality that sometimes, people just can't, or
     don't want to consider the hardcore stuff as a possibility. I'd like
     to emphasize that Jared is an innocent in terms of the hardships of
     the world, so give him a while! Poor baby still has his head in the
     sand! XD Thanks again, guys! Hope you enjoyed!
     -JayGirl
***** Dredging up the past *****
Chapter Notes
     Once again, a huge thank you to everyone for your comments, kudos and
     love! Thank you especially to everyone who expressed their concern
     about my little accident! It truly warmed my heart!
     Hope you enjoy this chapter!
     Shout out to Werewolf-hottie, a new reader, and Kyle, an old reader
     recently commenting. Also a big shout out to the rest everyone
     reading silently along with us! Thanks for sticking with me!
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~*Jensen*~
 
It was almost like he had never left.
Jensen’s eyes popped open, immediately awake. Jared’s body was still wrapped
around him, and a sliver of fear hit home when he realized he had more to lose
than he did before he left this life behind. That in mind, he slipped out from
underneath Jared, taking his knife out from under the mattress with him, intent
on finding out what had broken his admittedly light sleep.
There.
A slight rustle, nothing more, but enough to have roused him from sleep. Jensen
remembered when he had to get used to that, because God knew there was no
better opportunity for an ambush than during your target’s sleep. Crouching
low, he regulated his breathing until it was soundless, then crept towards the
window, his bare feet silent on the tiled floor. A shadow threw across the back
wall, and Jensen tightened his grip on the handle of the blade. Pressing
himself against the wall, he waited patiently, using all his experience to tamp
down the fear he felt for the boy sleeping across the room from him.
A figure clad in black opened the window, and it barely made a squeak. Someone
who knew Aldis, then. Knew that you had to press on a spot on the window pane
to stop it from making noise as it slid up. A leg and head popped through, and
that was all Jensen needed. He pressed the tip of the blade against the
intruder’s throat, sliver glinting menacingly in the moonlight.
“Move a muscle and my knife will be getting up close and personal with your
voice box,” he stated quietly, his even voice made more dangerous by its
softness. The figure chuckled, and Jensen nearly dropped with relief at the
familiar sound.
“And here I was thinking you’d probably gotten rusty, or soft. I stand
corrected,” Matt smirked. Jensen scowled, dropping his posture and shoving the
knife in the waistband of his sweats.
“How about you test me without putting your life in danger next time?” he asked
sarcastically.
“Bitch, bitch, bitch, that’s all you’re doing at the moment, JR,” Matt grinned.
Jensen thought he was entirely entitled to the sucker punch to the gut.
He went to Jared while Matt spluttered and wheezed in the background. “Jay?” he
called out softly. “Wake up. We have company.” He flicked the lamp on and shook
his boyfriend’s shoulders lightly, running one hand through his hair soothingly
to alleviate any worry Jared might have.
“Jen? You okay, baby?” he asked, sitting up. He rubbed his eyes, looking
adorably little, and Jensen suppressed the urge to coo. He pressed a kiss to
Jared’s temple and nodded.
“I’m okay. Late night visitor,” he jerked his head to where Matt was still
trying to recover from his sucker punch. Jared cocked his head to look, eyes
narrowing when they fell on Matt. He sat up, angling his body to cover Jensen
some, and Jensen shook his head in amusement at the reaction.
“What do you want?” Jared asked suspiciously.
“Good job protecting him,” Matt commented instead, sneering slightly. “I could
have killed him twice before you woke up. Steller.”
“Don’t be a dick, Matty,” Jensen butted in smoothly, before Jared could lose
his temper. “You know as well as I do that no one is stupid enough to try to
break into Aldis’ place. Except obviously you. And besides, I can take care of
myself.”
“I know that. Did he?” Matt asked almost accusingly.
“I know Jensen better than anyone,” Jared answered, winding an arm around him,
and Jensen wondered when this discussion had become remotely territorial.
“That’s what you think,” Matt raised an eyebrow smugly. “I don’t suppose you
told him about Adam, JR? You know, seeing as how it took you two years to tell
us.”
Jensen was suddenly overwhelmingly glad he’d come clean about Adam earlier,
seeing as how Matt’s endeavor didn’t protect his privacy. He was also
abundantly grateful he’d never told the gang about Eric.
“As a matter of fact, I do know about Adam,” Jared returned evenly. Jensen was
pretty sure he was the only one who saw the smugness hidden in his boyfriend’s
eyes, but Jensen elbowed him anyway.
“Now, if both of you would consent to having your dick-measuring contest at a
later stage, I’d like to know the fucking awesome reason for disturbing my
sleep in the middle of the fucking night,” Jensen injected acerbically. Matt’s
face flashed guiltily.
“I missed you,” he muttered, his reddened face visible even in the muted light.
“Wanted to see you.”
Jensen waited a beat, taking that in. He knew there was something on his old
friend, mentor and protector’s mind, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
“Go back to sleep, Jay,” he whispered, kissing Jared softly. “I’ll be back in a
few minutes.”
“Jensen…” Jared began to protest, but Jensen leveled him with a pleading stare.
“Okay,” he finally relented, pulling Jensen into his body for a long,
passionate kiss, just the wrong side of too-dirty-for-public. “Hurry back,” he
mumbled, smirking at the dazed look on Jensen’s face.
The green-eyed boy cursed under his breath, pulling away from his boyfriend and
going to the door of the bedroom. “Sitting room,” he threw out over his
shoulder, and he assumed Matt got the message when he began to follow.
Settling himself on the bean-bag chair in the corner of the room, Jensen waited
patiently while Matt tried to decide where to sit. When he finally opted to
crash in the second bean-bag chair, next to Jensen, he adjusted himself so he
could face his friend.
“What’s up, Matty?” he asked gently. “And don’t say you were worried for my
safety. One, Al’s place is safer than a police station. Two, you were one of
them who helped train me. I can put anyone in a 30-mile radius on their ass
faster than any of you. And three, after all this time, don’t you think I know
you better than that?”
Matt smiled softly at him, affection in his eyes. “You know me better than
anyone, JR,” he nodded quietly. “But sometimes you don’t see the most obvious
of things. Now, tell me how you’ve been holding up? How’s the new place? Anyone
hassling you?”
“No one,” Jensen shook his head with a smile. “I kind of like the new place,
you know? Made a couple good friends. Don’t have to watch my back every time I
leave the house.”
Matt winced. “I’m glad, man.”
“Don’t do that,” Jensen mumbled, seeing the pain on his friend’s face and
realizing how his words could have been interpreted. “You know I don’t think
that this place was all bad. I had you guys watching out for me, I never forgot
that.”
“I know,” Matt soothed. “I don’t feel anything but glad that you got out of
here, JR. You deserved so much better than this life.”
“I appreciate that coming from you,” Jensen phrased his words carefully, “but
then…why didn’t you bother to phone? I expected it from everyone else, but I
thought you’d call.”
“Figured it would be best if you forgot about me,” Matt shrugged.
“You took me under your wing when I first came here,” Jensen stated. “Taught me
how to fight. Got other people to help me fight. Helped me learn how to defend
myself and take care of myself. Gave me a family. How could I ever forget you?”
Jensen paused. “You’re my brother, man.” For some reason, Matt flinched a
little at the words, triggering Jensen’s curiosity.
“JR,” Matt spoke slowly, “you know that I care about you a lot, right?”
Jensen nodded, feeling like he should be readying himself for something, he
just didn’t know what.
“Just, the way that I care about you…is less brother, and more…”
“Jay-Ross in the house!”
Whatever Matt had planned on saying was drowned out by Aldis crashing through
the front door, likely having given the bar to Eli to handle for the rest of
the night. The man stopped in his tracks, cocking his head as he aimed a stare
at them.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“You’re a douchebag,” Matt groaned, glaring at Aldis, who was smirking in
satisfaction. Jensen chuckled at the exchange. He propelled himself up, knowing
that whatever Matt had wanted to say would probably remain bottled up inside
him until they were alone next. Covering his mouth as he yawned, he made his
way to the bedroom, waving absently at his friends. Aldis and Matt’s argument
over who was a bigger douchebag faded into the background behind him. He shook
his head fondly.
Idiots.
~*Jared*~
 
Jared couldn’t help his sigh of relief when Jensen came back into the room. He
sat up, and Jensen grinned at him, coming to cuddle up in his arms. As Jared
arranged himself around Jensen, spooning as they were before, he could thank
his wolf-hearing for the hushed voices he heard from the living room.
“I was about to…”
“I know, Matt! I know!” That was Aldis’ voice. “I know you were gonna declare
your undying love for the kid!” Jared growled low in his chest at that, and
Jensen aimed a curious look at him. He kissed his mate’s forehead until it
smoothed out with his smile.
“Then why’d you stop me?” Matt was asking. And Jared really wanted that answer
too.
“Because it’s JR, man. I love that kid, he’s like a brother to me. Now, with
this Jared dude? That’s the first time I seen JR happy since we met him. I aint
about to let you ruin this for him because you grew a pair since he left.”
Jared figured it would be easy to decide which of Jensen’s old friends he liked
best.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Jensen mumbled into his shoulder, where
he was snuggling his head.
“Everything,” Jared whispered, partly truthfully. He hesitated, the questions
on the tip of his tongue, but he was worried to ask for fear of hurting Jensen.
“You’re gonna sprain something if you keep overthinking this,” Jensen commented
dryly. “Ask me, Jay. I love you, and I know you don’t want to hurt me, but it’s
gonna hurt you to wonder about JR and not have any answers.”
Jared nodded, pressing little kisses to Jensen’s shoulders while he thought
about everything he wanted to know. “Matt was your mentor?”
“Yeah,” Jensen nodded, shifting until he was snuggled deeper in Jared’s
embrace. “He basically took me in when we moved here, taught me how to
live…this life.”
“Why you?” he asked, unable to help the petulance in his tone. Thankfully,
Jensen didn’t hear it, or if he did, he chose to tactfully ignore it.
“I asked him the same thing. Matt said it was because of the way I mouthed off
to him when we first met. It was at a bar a couple blocks from Cold Oaks,”
Jensen answered before he could ask. “I hustled him at pool and he wanted to
beat my ass black and blue, so I told him that if doing that would help his
non-existent pool skills, then he was welcome to, by all means.” Jensen
chuckled. “He said I had more fire than half the guys in his crew, and he
wanted to make sure no one took that from me in a moment of anger or
resentment.”
Jared nodded slowly, processing the information. “What do you think our chances
are of getting away from the people who your dad owes without causing a fight?”
“Yours are 100% because you’re not coming into the bar with me,” Jensen said
tartly. Jared growled his displeasure.
“The hell I’m not!” He sat up slightly to look into his mate’s eyes. “I’m not
leaving you with them.”
“I can handle them, Jay,” Jensen protested. “What I can’t handle is the thought
of you getting hurt for Eric’s...or my own mistakes.”
Jared took a deep breath, trying to find the words that would explain what he
felt. “What makes you think that I’m any more okay with the thought of you
being remotely hurt? Baby, I may not be as street-smart as you, and I may not
be able to kick ass when I’m not in wolf form, but I can still help. In
whatever way I can. Don’t ask me to, because I can’t let you go there without
me.”
“And I can’t let you take a knife or a bullet for me,” Jensen whispered,
anguish permeating his voice. “When I saw Tyler with that blade against
you…God, I wanted to kill him. Do you have any idea how terrified I was? It
would have been on my head if you had gotten hurt. You don’t belong in this
world, Jay.”
Jared raised his hand to caress Jensen’s jaw, trying to sooth away the tension
that was rapidly building in his mate. “Would you blame me,” he asked slowly,
“if a lone wolf hurt you on my packlands?”
“Never,” Jensen answered promptly, brow furrowing at the change of topic before
his face took on the brightness of understanding. He scowled. “Not fair, Jay,
that’s not…”
“Not the same?” Jared interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t belong in the
Were world any more than I belong in the gang world. You’re there, because you
love me. I’m here, because I love you. It isn’t your fault Tyler pulled a knife
on me.”
Jensen was quiet for a moment, absorbing this. “Where the blame lay wouldn’t
have mattered if something had happened to you. But I see what you mean.”
“You’ll let me come?” Jared couldn’t help but feel hopeful.
“Not unless one of my friends are there to bodyguard,” Jensen stipulated. “I’m
not asking,” he warned, when Jared made to protest. “I put up with you asking
everyone and the school faculty to keep an eye on me. I think I’m being more
than reasonable.”
Jared winced. “Fair enough,” he admitted. “Okay. Deal.”
“Great. Now,” Jensen yawned, “anything else you want to ask before I cuddle you
like a teddy bear and sleep for about 10 hours?”
Jared chuckled quietly. “Just one.” He hesitated, hoping fervently that he
wouldn’t upset his mate. “Mo chroi, this…thing, that bullies you back home, the
one you refuse to tell me or Chris about, why won’t you fight him the way you
fight everyone else?”
“For one, don’t get cantankerous about me being tight-lipped. Not like you and
Chris aren’t trying to launch your own covert operation in an attempt to find
out anyway.” Jensen replied archly. Jared blushed at being caught out.
“You haven’t left us much choice,” he retorted sullenly. “And if it helps,
Chad’s on board too. He knows no details, all he really needed to hear was
‘someone hurt Jensen’ and he was ready for action. Funny, for someone who was
so wary of you at the start.”
“Me and Chad had a heart-to-heart,” Jensen shrugged by way of explanation. “My
point is that if you go knocking on doors, and people close them, sometimes you
shouldn’t try to bulldoze your way through. Some doors are kept closed for a
reason.”
“I know you’re trying to protect me, Jen. But from what?”
~*Jensen*~
 
From what, indeed.
And that answer was simpler than it ought to have been. Aside from the pain of
knowing and the angst from not being able to help much, he really just wanted
to spare Jared’s innocence.
Despite the fact that Jared had come from a world with a history of bloodshed,
the alpha himself had not been exposed to the horrors that lay beyond the Were
kingdom. He may not have seen it that way, but he had been sheltered, the proof
of that lying in the fact that Jared never expected those bruises to have come
from Eric. Even Chris, who had seen his parents murdered in cold blood, hadn’t
yet put the dots together. Neither boy had ever been exposed to the reality
that sometimes the worst evil comes from the ones we love. In theory, they knew
it happened, but they had never been in a situation where the people you called
family were the ones hurting you.
Maybe it was naïve of him, and Jensen was willing to wear that label if it was,
but he didn’t want to create a whole new darkness to Jared’s universe. He
didn’t want to be the reason that Jared would be looking over his shoulder,
doubtful and untrusting…like Jensen himself was.
Selfish, but not entirely so.
“I’m trying to protect you from my demons,” Jensen answered, half-truthfully.
Maybe Jared could sense that he wasn’t ready for this topic, or maybe he just
accepted the answer and was planning his appropriate rebellion against it
silently, but whatever it was, it made him stop pushing. Jared gently turned
him back around so that his back pressed flush against Jared’s chest, while the
Alpha’s hand curled possessively around his waist, the other cushioning
Jensen’s head. Jared nuzzled the side of his jaw, nipping playfully and sucking
and licking small stripes over random hickeys until finally, Jensen relaxed
under the affectionate ministrations.
“So why don’t you fight back?” Jared returned to his original question.
Jensen sighed, wondering the best way to phrase the reasoning he’d used on
himself his whole life. “I guess that I want to be different,” he answered
eventually, cringing internally at the way it sounded. “I just mean that I
don’t want to be the same person my…bully, is,” he stumbled a little on the
word and its lie. “If I fight back, doesn’t that make me just the same as the
person fighting me?”
“No,” Jared refuted promptly. “You’re fighting back in self-defense.”
Jensen wanted to argue, but his only reasons for not retaliating was that Eric
was always drunk, and it wouldn’t be a fair fight if one party was inebriated,
and also that he couldn’t bring himself to raise a hand to someone he once
loved. He’d grown up having nothing but love and respect and admiration for the
man. He couldn’t find it in himself to fight back, not only for the agony it
would cause Jody if she were there to see it.
“The person who attacked me was drunk,” he finally settled for a half-truth.
“It wouldn’t have been fair if I had fought back.”
“That’s ridiculous, baby,” Jared maintained stubbornly. “If he’s sober enough
to hurt you, he’s sober enough to get his ass kicked.”
Jensen turned around in his boyfriend’s arms, bringing his hands up to frame
Jared’s face. “I love you for worrying this much about me,” he said instead. “I
don’t know what I would do without you. I’d probably still be…this guy, I’d
probably still be JR. I haven’t told you this in so many words, but thank you,
Jay. For everything. You saved me from being JR the rest of my life, whether
you knew it or not.” Jensen pressed his lips against Jared’s, humming
contentedly when the boy’s hand drifted down to grope covetously at the curve
of his ass. He rolled his hips lazily into Jared’s, cock swelling as he pressed
against Jared’s rapidly hardening member. Jared rolled on to his back, pulling
Jensen to lie on top of him, and Jensen mumbled against his mouth; “You’re my
Jay-Star.”
Jared’s hazel eyes popped open and Jensen saw nothing but love, lust and
devotion there. Jared nosed his way down Jensen’s jaw, nuzzling and
occasionally nipping along the way, until he got to the hollow of Jensen’s
throat. Angling his head up, Jared sucked a deep mark into his skin, making
Jensen pant as he finally let the bruised skin go. Reaching down, Jared pushed
his sweats down over his cock, doing the same to his own and both of them
moaning when hard, hot flesh finally came into contact.
“You have to be quiet baby,” Jared rumbled, his voice low and deep. One big
hand spread the pre-come steadily leaking from the head of Jensen’s dick and
combined it with Jared’s pre-come, before gripping both their erections and
stroking them together, hard and fast. Jensen gasped at the sensation and drove
his hips downwards in an attempt for more contact, biting lightly on Jared’s
shoulder to stop himself from moaning as loudly as he wanted to.
As Jared stripped their cocks relentlessly, he palmed Jensen’s ass with his
other hand, squeezing the mounds of flesh punishingly. Without warning, he
slipped a finger in the crease of Jensen’s ass, one hot digit brushing
teasingly against his now aching hole.
Jensen arched his back, a keening sound escaping him that Jared quickly
swallowed with a kiss. Insistently, Jared pushed his finger slowly into
Jensen’s tight channel, fucking his tongue in and out of Jensen’s mouth in a
dirty imitation of what they both really wanted to be doing.
“So fucking hot like this, baby,” Jared groaned into his mouth. “So fucking
beautiful. Mine, you’re fucking mine…only desperate for me, aren’t you baby?
Want my cock, don’t you? Want me to fuck you, show everyone who you belong to?”
“Fuck, yes, Jay,” Jensen whimpered, moving one hand to join Jared’s on their
cocks. He buckled wildly as Jared worked his finger further in, unable to
decide which he liked better; the finger filling his hole or the hand stroking
his cock. “More,” he pleaded mindlessly, finding that the probing against his
tight walls was by far one of the hottest things he could imagine. “Please,
more. Please, Jay, I can take it.”
“Look so fucking pretty when you beg for me,” Jared whispered filthily. “Gonna
stretch you, baby, like it’s gonna stretch you when you take my cock up your
ass,” he promised lustily, pressing two fingers against Jensen’s hole now.
Jensen keened, taking over and working their slippery cocks when Jared moved
his hand to pull apart Jensen’s cheeks. Slowly, he pushed further in, and
Jensen was never so inclined to be thankful for Jared’s long fingers.
“So full, Jay, you feel so good,” he groaned, rubbing their erections almost
painfully in his desperation. “I need to come, Jay, please let me come.”
“Do it, baby, come for me,” Jared growled, rolling his hips faster and his
fingers going deeper. “Come for me, now,” he commanded lowly, just as his
fingers brushed up against the bundle of nerves that sent white sparking across
Jensen’s vision. He gasped at the mind-numbing pleasure and came all over his
hand and Jared’s stomach. Jared rutted against him, following not long after as
hot come painted both their bodies white. Jensen’s limbs turned to jelly and he
flopped on to Jared’s body, heedless of the come cooling on them. Jared seemed
to content to stay there for a while as he lazily played with Jensen’s still
sensitive hole, making the green-eyed boy moan with stimulation.
After a few minutes, Jared removed his fingers and Jensen whimpered quietly at
the loss. Jared turned them over and left for a few minutes, coming back with a
wet cloth and gently cleaning Jensen as he lay there, blissed out.
“Love you,” he mumbled by way of thanks. Jared leaned down and kissed him in
response.
“Love you, baby,” he butted his nose against Jensen’s temple. “More than the
moon and the stars.”
“Forever and always,” Jensen managed to get out, before sleep assaulted him.
His last conscious thought was ‘that was a whole lot more fun than answering
that question.’
 
~*Jared*~
 
JR was a phenomenon if Jared had ever seen one.
In a way, seeing this gangster part of Jen was sort of like how it must have
been for Jensen seeing Jared’s wolf form. Fundamentally, they were the same,
but mind-sets? They couldn’t have been more different.
Jensen was protective of him normally, Jared knew that much, just as much as
Jared was protective of Jensen. JR, however, took things to a new level. He was
constantly on guard, and was always with Jared, not that he minded that. To an
extent, JR didn’t even trust Aldis and Matt with Jared, and that touched the
Alpha as well as amused him. The only time Jared protested his mate’s
protectiveness was every time the door opened, because Jen immediately placed
himself in front of Jared in response, hands resting over where Jared now knew
his knife was stashed. It rubbed his inner Alpha up the wrong way not to be the
one shielding his mate, but he forced himself to entertain it; he had to, if he
had a hope of Jensen letting him stay, and accompany him to the bar to get his
dad.
Being that it was a bar that they didn’t frequent, Jensen, Aldis, Matt,
Horatio, Spike and Jared were seated around a table, trying to figure out a way
in for Jensen that wouldn’t result in him having to prove his worth, and who he
was. Jensen made it clear that he wasn’t above making his point, but even he
knew it would be an ideal situation for him to appear docile in front of
whoever he was going to hustle.
“Which security company does the bar use?” Jensen asked suddenly. His mate had
been quiet for several moments, lost in thought, and Jared was intrigued as to
what he’d been plotting.
Aldis looked through the leaf of papers on the table in front of them,
detailing all they could dredge up about Kenny’s Keg in the past few hours.
“Winchester Armed Responses. Family business, opened up a hell of a time ago.
Owners are two brothers, taking over from their retired father. One works the
business, other is a silent partner and the company lawyer.”
Jensen perked up, a look of disbelief in his eyes. “Winchester? As in, Dean
Winchester?”
Jared felt a rush of irrational jealousy. “You know him?” he asked, at the same
time that Aldis nodded with an affirming, “Yeah.”
“When I was a kid, there was this criminal targeting kids. Eric was out on
business and Dean came to our place worried that the sicko might come after me.
I helped him catch the perp,” Jensen explained absently, scanning the page with
the information quickly.
Jared’s heart jumped into his throat as the implied words behind that
revelation made themselves heard in his mind. “You acted as bait?” he half-
yelled. “What in the hell was that guy thinking?!”
“I made the choice,” Jensen stated serenely. “I wasn’t going to let another kid
get hurt because I was chicken-shit.”
Jared huffed a frustrated breath, wondering how many Gods he had to thank for
making sure his mate got to him in one piece. “How is any security feed gonna
help anyway?” he groused.
“I can scout the patrons out,” his mate explained, raising his eyes to meet
theirs. “See if I can spot someone who might be willing to help me, or at least
someone that could be persuaded.”
“Make the call,” Matt nodded, looking appeased with the plan.
It warmed Jared’s heart when Jensen turned to him, green eyes serious as he
laid a palm over his thigh. “You alright with this, Jay?” he asked softly. It
amazed Jared that Jensen considered him enough a part of this to include him.
He smiled wearily and grasped Jensen’s hand.
“I trust you to know what the best move is,” he answered simply, and Jensen
grinned in relief, flipping open his phone.
“Hey Dean, this is JR. I need to ask you a small favor…”
###
As it turned out, Dean Winchester was a lot more connected than they originally
planned. After Jensen spoke to him and explained the situation in the baldest
way, Dean revealed that he was friends with the owner, a guy named Benny. Dean
agreed to give the guy a call and see if he’d be willing to help them, and they
arranged to meet Dean at a diner in the CBD to get the verdict.
The guy was attractive, in a rugged sort of way. Age had served him well, and
although the man had obviously seen some shit in life, he had the sort of smile
reserved for Jensen that made it seem like he had a softer side, untainted by
the darkness.
He gave Jensen a hug and shook Jared’s hand, casting a somewhat speculative
glance over him before nodding almost absently.
“I’m going to go tell the waitress to add two more coffees,” Jensen announced,
dropping his jacket over the back of his chair and walking up to the counter.
“You seem alright, kid,” Dean spoke with quiet conviction, the voice of a
soldier that didn’t waste words, so Jared listened carefully. Dean appraised
him once more, nodding more pronounced this time. “I look for reasons to fire
my gun,” he spoke matter-of-factly. “Don’t become one of them by hurting him.”
“Understood,” Jared tried to restrain his smirk. It seemed that Jensen could
turn the worst of badasses into marshmallows.
Suddenly, a female voice, high and with a slight twang, rang out in the diner.
“Jensen?” The word spoken as a gasp made all three of them turn, Jensen’s face
paling dramatically.
A woman with bright green eyes stared at Jensen, who seemed to have stopped
breathing. Jared was at his mate’s side in a second, motionless spell broken at
the sight of Jensen’s wide, frightened eyes.
“Aunt Katherine?”
 
~*Jensen*~
****
“Do you have any memories of your parents?”
Jensen turned in Jared’s arms as they sat spooned together on the sofa, the
closing credits of The Titanic playing behind him. Looping his arms around his
boyfriend’s shoulders, he nodded slowly, flashes of images painting his eyelids
every time he shut them.
“Some. I was only 2 when they died, so sometimes I’m not sure if what I’m
remembering is a memory, is just something my mind conjured up because I was
desperate to remember something.”
Jared nuzzled him, sympathy softening his hazel brown eyes. “Tell me some of
them?” he requested gently.
“Well,” Jensen thought hard, “I remember a song. Well, a part of a song. If I
close my eyes and concentrate real hard, I could swear I hear a woman singing
it. I only know the line ‘For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will
hold you, keep you safe and warm.’ I googled it later on, found the original
song. I remember a park.” He shook his head slightly, as though that would help
him recall the details. “It had a huge tunnel slide that I used to love going
down, and these swings so wide that my mom used to sit with me sometimes and
we’d swing together. I remember having a lot of toy cars, my dad would always
play with them with me, and whenever he was busy with the car, I was outside
with him.” Jensen smiled in fond memory. “I had an imaginary friend too, I
think. He was older than me, and we had the same hair but different eyes. His
name was Josh. I remember my Aunt Katherine coming to visit once and buying
Josh a present too. I think my mom must have told them all to encourage my
vivid imagination.”
Jared’s puzzled look stopped his trip down memory lane. “Aunt Katherine?” Jared
repeated. “Jen, who is this Aunt Katherine?”
“My mom’s sister,” Jensen replied, peering at Jared’s scrunched up face from
underneath his lashes. “She lives in the same place Eric, Jody and I used to
live, before coming here. She’s there with her husband, Hank.”
“Oh-kay,” Jared dragged the word out. “But baby, if you have biological,
immediate family, then how did you end up in foster care?”
Jensen visibly flinched, hiding his head in Jared’s broad chest. “My aunt and
uncle had, quote unquote, no time to waste entertaining and looking after a
baby.”
Jensen felt the rumble against his cheek as Jared growled low in his chest.
“I’m so sorry baby.” His softly murmured words contradicted the fury pulsing
through his veins.
“The last memory I have of my Aunt Katherine was her looking at the social
worker and saying those words,” Jensen whispered in anguish. “She didn’t even
look at me once. Like I wasn’t even worth that much. If I never see her again,
it will still be too soon.”
******
The words played in Jensen’s mind as he replayed the memory in his head. Jared
tensed next to him, obviously remembering the day as well, and recognizing the
name.
His aunt came to him almost carefully, as though she were afraid she was in
some kind of dream. Jensen steeled himself, reverting back to JR in an attempt
to ward off any pain she could still inflict.
“Jensen, honey,” she whispered again in disbelief as she came closer. Jared
placed himself in front of Jensen, and not for the first time, the green-eyed
boy was thankful for his boyfriend’s possessiveness and protectiveness. She
stopped in her tracks, aiming a wide-eyed, pleading look past Jared, at him.
“Can I….God, can I please hug you?” she asked brokenly, tears falling from her
eyes.
Jared looked at him over his shoulder, asking clearly whether Jensen wanted him
to step aside. Against his better judgement and thanks in large part to the
voice of a woman singing You’ll Be In My Heart, he nodded, and was promptly
bowled over by the woman. She was hugging him desperately, hiccupping sobs
racking her frame as she ran her hands through his hair and down his arms, like
she was trying to prove he was real. She cupped his face in her hands, planting
kisses on his cheeks and forehead. Jensen stood stock-still, frozen with shock,
only her vanilla scent and the affection in her movements penetrating his fog
of awareness.
“Oh, my darling little boy,” she was whispering now. “Oh, my sweetheart, my
Jensen, oh, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.”
These words more than anything else pulled Jensen from his stupor, and he took
her wrists gently in his hands to stop her, a stony mask coming over his face
to hide his emotions. “I’d rather you didn’t,” he said in a detached voice,
hardening himself against the wave of pain her crumpling face brought.
“I’ve been looking for you for 14 years, Jensen,” she told him desperately. “I
made a mistake, honey, please believe me. I’ve spent every day since CS took
you from me regretting the choice I made. I was grief-stricken, I had just lost
my sister…”
“And I just lost both my parents,” Jensen interrupted hardly. “I was a child
that had just lost everything they ever knew. You took that last shred of
familiarity away from me, and you didn’t even have the courtesy of looking at
me as you did.”
“I saw Donna every time I looked at you,” Aunt Katherine admitted in distress.
“To an extent I still do. I thought I couldn’t bear to live with that, but it
turned out, I couldn’t bear to live without it. I wanted to come after you, but
Hank told me he wasn’t willing to raise someone else’s child, so I stayed away.
It was the cause of too much tension though…I couldn’t forgive him for making
me choose and we got divorced two years later. That’s when I started trying to
track you down but you had already been placed with a couple and your file was
confidential.”
Jensen felt irrational guilt at being the reason his Aunt and Uncle split up.
“I’m sorry about Hank,” he said stiffly.
“Not as sorry as I am that I listened to him,” she shook her head. “Please,
honey, you have to let me make up for the 14 years we’ve lost. Please don’t
make me give you up twice.”
Jensen hesitated, the green eyes reminiscent of his mother staring pleadingly
at him. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he whispered, his heart clenching.
Unconsciously, he reached out for Jared who promptly pulled him snugly into his
side. He took comfort from the steady beat of his boyfriend’s heart.
“Why don’t you give me your number Mam?” Jensen heard Jared take over, his
voice dispassionately polite. “I don’t appreciate you putting Jensen in a spot
like this. He’ll call you to tell you what he decides when he’s had time to
think it through,”
Jensen didn’t turn away from Jared or contradict him. On the contrary, he was
immensely thankful to his boyfriend for taking over since he obviously couldn’t
handle it.
His Aunt Katherine hesitated for a beat before rattling off a series of digits.
Jared input the number to his cellphone. And Jensen didn’t look up until he was
sure his aunt had left.
“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” Jared held him tightly, speaking in a soothing
tone. “It’s alright, baby, shh…”
Jensen was trembling and he forced himself to get a grip. He couldn’t very well
get the job done when he was falling apart, ripping at the seams like an
amateur.
Jensen drew himself back to his full height, pushing his feelings back behind
the curtain. He met Dean’s gaze, and the man looked both saddened and impressed
at the set of Jensen’s jaw. He squeezed Jared’s arm once in reassurance,
feeling badly for having to shut his boyfriend out as a result. Jared nodded
once at him, support, understanding and compassion all in one, and Jensen was
sorely mistaken for thinking that he couldn’t love Jared any more.
“Call your friend,” he told Dean in a strangely even voice. “Get me in. I don’t
care what he wants in return. I want it done by tonight.”
Dean nodded slowly. “I’ll get it sorted, Jensen.”
###
True to his word, Dean phoned Benny and they arranged for the man to bring
Jensen into the bar, proclaiming him under his protection as his nephew. Benny
was a stand-up guy, although he seemed rough around the edges at first, and all
he asked in return was for Jensen to help him start a club when he went back
home. He would co-manage the place until Benny found a full-time guy, and Benny
insisted on paying him for it. He needed a paying job in any case, so Jensen
readily accepted, and Jared agreed to help him find a location when they went
back home.
The only downside to the plan, was that Jared, Matt, Aldis and the others had
to wait outside.
They protested immediately, Jared more vehemently than his friends. Even Aldis
balked at the thought of Jensen going in alone without backup. The tentative
compromise was that they would observe via Dean’s cameras in a van a block
away, but even with that, they were all restless.
Except Jensen.
Jensen was just... ready.
His body hummed with adrenaline and he channeled all his confused feelings into
tuned anger, electricity sparking through him.
He was JR right now, and JR was fucking lethal.
Jared pulled him to the side before he left. “I love you Jen,” he whispered.
“And I love JR too. I love every part of you, so you’re gonna bring all those
parts back to me without a single fucking scratch on them. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Jensen winked, finding one last reserve in him to comfort his
boyfriend. Jared kissed him hard on the lips and Matt and Aldis hugged him
tightly. He shrugged his leather jacket on and checked his pockets once more
for his knives.
He was ready.
It was go-time.
###
Chapter End Notes
     The action is on! And I couldn't resist bringing Dean and Benny into
     this! Hope y'all enjoyed!
     -JayGirl
***** Pineapples, graveyards, and...home *****
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~*Jensen*~
 
Keeping his head low, Jensen tried to appear as meek as possible; a lamb in
wolf’s clothing, instead of the other way around. He kept his eyes on the
floor, cringed dramatically every time someone so much as leered at him, and
most importantly, he walked in Benny’s shadow, as though being behind the man
would offer him safety. Inwardly, he was calm, but he kept up his terrified
exterior.
Dean, almost as mother-hen worried as everyone else, had insisted they use
comms in addition to observing from the van. It had comforted Jared to know
that they’d have verbal communication, so Jensen agreed to it. Surprisingly
enough, he felt a modicum of comfort from the little bud in his ear; not for
his safety, no, but because he was still hard-pressed to trust anyone else with
Jared’s well-being. It got under his skin that he had to trust others to make
sure Jared didn’t get hurt, but this way, he could hear if his boyfriend needed
him.
And scary enough, Jensen would throw this entire rescue operation down the
drain in a heartbeat if Jared so much as hinted to needing him.
“Everything okay there?” he couldn’t help asking, muttering low under his
breath and trying not to move his lips too much.
“Of course you would be asking the people safely ensconced in a van away from
the trouble whether they were okay,” Jared snorted, and Jensen relaxed
marginally. “We’re fine, baby, just worried about you.”
“Do you have to call him that?” Jensen heard Matt grumble. Before Jared could
answer, a loud clap sounded, and Jensen suppressed his smirk.
“Thanks, Al,” he muttered.
“Anytime, JR,” Aldis chuckled as Matt grumbled in the background about
undeserving Gibbs-smacks.
Refocusing on the task at hand, Jensen scanned his eyes over the bar, quickly
spotting the pool sharks Eric had gotten involved in. Eric was on the ground in
a fetal position, although he didn’t appear harmed yet. Jensen tried his best
to remain docile as the biggest guy circled Eric like a predator.
“You want to play again, old man?” he was sneering, and Jensen’s hackles rose.
More than anything, Jensen always hated when people went after other people
they knew couldn’t fight back. It was more than cowardly, it was downright
disgraceful. Aldis called it his ‘Batman complex’ but more often than not,
Jensen used to find himself in the thick of action because he couldn’t overlook
what was nothing more than an adult case of schoolyard bullying. Maybe it was a
convoluted result of years of abuse, but Jensen couldn’t stand bullies, and his
temper could usually be sparked by seeing something like that happen.
And today was no exception.
“Benny, you gotta get Eric out of here as soon as the shit hits the fan,” he
quickly told his newfound friend. “Please. These guys aren’t going to just let
it go, and he needs to be out of the line of fire. Matt and Aldis, you guys
come in once Benny has Eric safely out. I can hold them off till then. Dean, I
don’t want you to get involved in an official capacity unless it’s absolutely
necessary, and you have a whole company to lose so don’t come in until I give
the say-so. Jay…please stay in the van.”
Jensen knew it was pointless even before he said it.
“Not a chance, Jen,” he refused fervently. “I’m not going to leave you alone.”
“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, Padalecki,” Matt sneered, and no matter
how close they were, not even Matt was immune to the protectiveness Jensen felt
over his boyfriend and mate.
“Shut the fuck up, Matt,” he growled, red flashing over his vision. “I don’t
give a shit about history, you don’t fucking talk to him like that again.”
“Jensen,” Matt tried to complain.
“He’s with me, Matt.” Jensen’s voice left no room for debate. “You treat him
with the respect he deserves, like everyone else, or you and me are going to
have a problem.”
“Calm down, baby,” Jared’s voice washed over him, soothing in the way only he
could. Judging from the muted whisper, Jared was trying to keep this between
them, for which Jensen was grateful. “I’m okay.”
“I’m sorry,” Matt apologized gruffly, and Jensen took in a deep breath.
“You okay, kid?” Dean’s steady voice came over the comm, bringing Jensen back
to the game. He nodded once, almost imperceptibly, but Dean caught it
nonetheless. “We’ll sort out the Brady Bunch over here, you worry about taking
down the sons-of-bitches that have your father.”
“Gotcha,” Jensen exhaled shakily, bringing his mind back to the task at hand.
The big, burly guy kicked Eric in the stomach a couple times, and that was his
way in.
He stumbled towards them, adopting a terrified expression. “L-l-leave him a-
alone,” he stammered out, playing up the part with wide, innocent eyes. “Stop
h-hurting him!”
Predictably, the man straightened and leered at his trembling form, raking his
eyes over Jensen’s deliberately tight clothing. Jensen shuddered again, and
this time, he didn’t have to fake it.
“What do we have here?” The big man came forward, forgetting Eric in favor of
Jensen. “Name’s Big Mike, sweet thing. Who are you?”
“T..T…Ted,” Jensen stammered, curling in on himself and taking a step back,
keeping his eyes on the ground. “Ted Newgent. I’m…m’Benny’s nephew.”
Jensen heard the muted laughter in his earpiece and he tried to suppress his
own chuckle. Big Mike helped with that when he stepped forward again, intent
clear on his face.
“Well, Teddy-Boy, me and my friends over here, we have a debt to settle with
Mister Kripke here,” he announced. “Unless you have twenty grand on your person
and you’d like to settle his account for him?”
Jensen cursed inwardly, and heard the profanities filtering through his
earpiece.
“He’d never deal on twenty, Jensen,” Matt intoned into his ear, all business
now, his mentor just like Jensen remembered him. “You need to get out of there,
kid. Sharp-ish.”
“I…I…” Jensen stumbled, buying time as he thought through his options,
unwilling to call quits on their plan. These guys were mean, and he had no
doubt in his mind that if he left it for one more night, that they would kill
Eric. They weren’t like the usual circle Eric dealt in, and unfortunately, that
meant that Jensen couldn’t play it the same way he normally would.
“Let him g-go,” Jensen adopted a falsely brave expression and made his hand
tremble for effect. He deserved a fucking Grammy for this. “W-w-what if I…I
could w-win back h-his m-m-money?”
“What the fuck are you doing, Jensen?” Matt hissed in his ear. “Get the fuck
out of there!”
Big Mike clamped his hand over Jensen’s shoulder and the boy jumped at the
contact, trying to stay in character and find a way to stop Matt from storming
the place. “You wanna try to win back his debt?” he sneered. “What are you
offering if you lose, sweetness?”
Jensen took a deep breath. “Myself.”
The reaction was instantaneous. Several voices broke out over his ear, Jared
the loudest of them, at the same time that Big Mike and his crew began cat-
calling and whistling. Jensen took the opportunity while the gang was making a
riot to hiss into his earpiece.
“No one interfere!” he growled. “Y’all have to trust me. I got this.”
“No fucking way,” Matt shouted at the same time that Jared growled, “Not a
chance in hell.”
Great, now they chose to fucking agree on something.
“Dean, make sure they stay away,” he ordered, knowing that the older man had
promised him earlier to listen to his shots instead of Matt’s and Jared’s.
“Matt, send out a Pineapple alert.”
“Pineapple?” Matt shrieked horrified. “Think it’ll get to that? I’m coming in.”
“Listen to me Matt!” Jensen snapped, sensing that the gang was cooling off.
“Pineapple to be safe. And stay away.”
“Who you talking to sweet cheeks?” Big Mike taunted. Jensen flinched for good
measure.
“Do we h-have a d-deal?” he asked, getting tired of having to stammer and play
weak in front of the asshole in front of him.
“Let’s play a set of darts, see how you handle yourself, sweetness,” he
heckled. “Then we’ll talk about it.”
“Darts?” Jared’s voice went up an octave. “That wasn’t the deal, you were
supposed to play pool!”
“Have you ever played darts before?” Matt asked worriedly. “Jensen? Jensen!”
Tired of the continuous break from his concentration, Jensen studiously ignored
the voices in his ear, feeling absently empathetic to schizophrenic patients.
Instead of entertaining the questions being rapidly fired at him, he trusted
Dean to keep his team away and converged his attention to the task at hand.
Keeping the slight tremble in his hands, he threw his darts, getting some
score, but eventually being pounded by the larger man. As Jared’s distressed
pleas for him to leave filled his ear, Jensen made a mental note to apologize
profusely to his boyfriend.
“Well, jailbait,” Mike sneered. “Beat me in a game of Killer and you got
yourself a deal.”
Jensen bit his lip, eyes widening. “Please…l-let’s play p-pool,” he pleaded,
glancing desperately at Eric, then at the pool table. “Give me a chance!”
“Game of Killer,” Mike insisted stonily. “You win, I let Kripke go. I win, I
get to pound that sweet little ass like a jackhammer. Take it or leave it.”
Jensen took a shaky breath, hunching over himself. “F-f-fine,” he whispered
finally, feeing hurt by the roars of indignation that filled his ear. He
straightened and gripped Big Mike’s hand, officially sealing the deal by street
standards.
Fucking finally.
Jensen shed his terrified persona, smoothing his face into a cool mask.
Grabbing his darts, he smiled a deadly predator’s smile at his newest target.
“Why don’t you start?”
Big Mike eyed him suspiciously, but he threw his set, opening with a bull’s eye
and hitting a double 12 and a triple 3 to start. Jensen nodded, partly
impressed.
“I prefer to knock 'em out from the top,” he said conversationally. Readjusting
his stance, he threw a perfect straight of triple 20’s.
“He hit one-hundred-eighty,” one of the goons’ jaws dropped in his
astonishment. “That’s like…”
“Awesome?” Jensen snorted. “I fucking know, right?”
Not needing to hustle this time around, Jensen threw expertly, dominating the
game before closing with three cherries. “Grew up in bars, man,” Jensen
shrugged innocently, as if to say ‘what can you do?’ while keeping an eye on
the growing fury in the man’s expression. “There isn’t a game here that I
wouldn’t have run circles around your ass in, if that’s any consolation.”
“You’re a fucking hustler,” he snarled menacingly, and Jensen noted with relief
that Benny was helping Eric up and taking him out back.
“And we had a deal,” Jensen answered calmly. “Let it go. I don’t want trouble.”
“Shouldn’t have messed with me then, you little bitch,” Big Mike scowled,
advancing on him. Jensen heard the door open behind him, and he knew who it was
without looking.
 
~*Jared*~
 
Without a doubt, this was the most nerve-wrecking day of Jared’s life. When
Jared had seen the man take a step towards his mate, he decided that was all he
could take, and he shoved Dean out of the way and ran to the bar like his life
depended on it.
Which, in a way, it did.
Jared knew the others had followed him, and he burst into the bar in time to
see Big Mike crowd Jensen backwards, evil intent clear on his face.
“Pineapple,” his mate stated in a loud, clear voice.
What?
All at once, the people in various parts of the bar stood, all of them having
made their way in unnoticed during the game. As a unit, they came and stood
next to Jensen, Matt and the gang joining the crowd wordlessly. Burying his
confusion, Jared took his place next to Jensen, glaring menacingly at the man
who wanted to hurt his precious mate.
“Who the fuck are you?” Mike asked, looking disbelievingly at the people
standing with Jensen.
His mate smiled, a feral grin that held none of his normal warmth. “Name’s JR,
bitch. Don’t fucking forget it.”
Head held high, he turned around and motioned at the people to leave. They
started to, and that was when Jared caught the flash of silver in the corner of
his eye.
He flinched, but there was no contact. Jensen held the gleaming blade in one
hand, his eyes narrowed in a way that was more menacing than some of the wolves
Jared had seen in his life. In the next second, Jensen was across the chasm of
space and Big Mike, despite their size difference, was pressed up against the
wall with the very same blade he threw at Jared pressing into his throat. His
eyes were as terrified as they were incredulous, and his chest heaved with his
near-hyperventilating gasps.
Nobody dared to move or even breathe. Jensen was trembling with barely
restrained rage, and for the first time, Jared got to see the person Jensen was
afraid to be. Contrary to his mate, Jared understood the bloodlust, because he
had the same feeling when someone tried to hurt Jensen.
The mating bond.
A pained whimper brought him back to the present, in time to see Jensen press
the blade down harder until beads of blood marred the otherwise flawless
silver.
“I know you know who I am,” Jensen articulated coldly. “So why the fuck are you
testing me?”
“I…I’m sorry, I didn’t think!” It seemed it was Big Mike’s turn to fumble.
“Damn straight you didn’t.”
Jared walked slowly to his infuriated mate, calm and comforting. “It’s okay,
baby,” he soothed. “I’m okay. Let him go, and let’s go home.”
The bar was deathly still while Jensen contemplated Jared’s words. “Don’t you
find it ironic,” he asked Mike almost conversationally, and fuck, that was
scarier than his scary voice, “that you were about to hurt and incapacitate the
only person on the face of this entire fucking earth who I’d have listened to
about sparing your miserable excuse for a life?” He twisted deliberately and
the blade drew another droplet of crimson. “Apologize, and then thank him for
saving your life.”
“Thank you, and I’m sorry,” Big Mike spat sullenly. Jensen let go of him
slowly, then without looking, flicked his wrist so that he threw the knife
clear across the room and dead center on the bull’s eye on the dartboard.
“Don’t even think about him again,” he warned lethally, “or you’ll find out
that every story about me has truth to it.”
Jensen was careful to make sure Jared was shielded at every angle, and he
rolled his eyes at the protective gesture, making a mental note to tease him
about it later. He conceded to being herded out, knowing that it would give
Jensen some semblance of comfort and trusting his mate’s unfathomable reflexes
and feared standing among the bar’s patrons.
Once they were safely outside, Jared turned and took his mate into his arms,
finally feeling relaxed and relishing in the closeness. It felt as though he’d
had a vital part of himself returned, and he nuzzled Jensen’s neck, taking in
his scent and trying to find the courage to let him go.
Jensen didn’t seem all too eager to let that happen, much to Jared’s relief. He
wound his arms around Jared’s neck, stroking his hair, seemingly convincing
himself that Jared was okay. He remembered Jensen’s muted confession about
seeing Tyler with a knife trained on him, and he could only imagine what his
little mate was feeling now that the target had nearly been met.
“It’s okay, mo chroi,” he breathed, pressing his lips against Jensen’s jugular.
Jensen nodded shakily and pulled back, his face drained and drawn with fatigue.
“What’s pineapple?” he asked, trying to side-track his mate.
It worked, sort of. Jensen snorted. “Pineapple is a code word for when someone
needs backup. When I asked Matt to set it up, I was asking him to send out a
warning to the people I’d helped before, anyone who felt like they would have
my back in a fight. They could get in unnoticed because they were only there
for back-up if I said pineapple.”
Jared’s eyes widened at the sheer amount of people willing to stand behind his
mate. Matt, likely reading the expression on his face, added almost smugly.
“Half the people I sent the message out to were too far out, but they promised
to send word out that JR was considered in their inner circle.”
Jared whistled low under his breath. “Don’t fuck with JR Ackles.”
“Damn straight,” Jensen managed a small smile. “You guys go home,” he
instructed. “I have to get Eric to a motel to sleep things off.”
“Jen…” Jared hesitated, not wanting his mate to face the task of sobering his
father up alone, like he had to all those years prior. Jensen shook his head
with a tight smile.
“I need to do this alone,” he requested, and Jared reluctantly understood.
Jensen wasn’t ready to share his family burdens yet, and Jared wasn’t going to
push him on it. He saw the emotional toll taxing his mate ever since they
entered the town’s borders, and he had been pushed at every turn since; Jared
didn’t want to make things any more difficult.
Besides, he had a visit of his own to make.
###
“Be right there!”
Jared waited patiently as the tumble of locks were heard. Jensen’s aunt’s
surprised face came into view, and hope lit her eyes as she craned her neck
trying to look over Jared’s shoulder.
“Hello, dearie,” she smiled. “Is Jensen with you?”
Jared was glad of the hope in the woman’s voice. It went a long way to his
wondering whether it was wise to let her near his mate. “No,” he shook his head
politely. “No, Mam, he isn’t. It’s just me.”
“I can’t help but wonder,” her shoulders slumped sadly, “whether that’s
indicative of Jensen’s decision?”
“Jensen hasn’t made a decision yet,” Jared answered truthfully. Katherine
nodded thoughtfully.
“Are you here to tell me to stay away from him?” Her voice held no accusation;
it was simple curiosity, as though she were asking whether Jared was there
selling cookies.
“I don’t make Jensen’s decisions for him,” he stated firmly. “I would never
disrespect him like that, or treat him that callously.”
She smiled warmly. “You’ve earned my trust then, young man,” she gestured for
him to come inside. “I approve of you for Jensen.”
Jared bristled at the implication that the woman had any right to have a say in
his chroi’s life. He declined the offer by crossing his arms and responding
coolly; “I didn’t come here to ask for your approval either, Mam. Due respect,
you no longer have a say.”
Katherine visibly flinched. “You’re here because you don’t appreciate me trying
to become a part of Jensen’s life.”
“Yes, and no,” Jared replied, even though it wasn’t a question. “I think you
already know that I am not particularly fond of you. My feelings will not
influence Jensen, but I think you need to know that I do not trust you with
him.”
“I am his aunt!” she protested, tears forming in her eyes. “I would never hurt
him!”
“You hurt him irreparably when you rejected a terrified and lost two-year-old!”
Jared shot back, his temper flaring slightly as he thought of the reasons why
she had no right to ask anything of his Jensen. “I don’t know why you chose now
to become a part of his life, but I just wanted to let you know that you will
have a lot more to answer to if you ever hurt him again.”
“It is not my intention to hurt my nephew any more than I already have,”
Katherine spoke softly. Jared nodded, taking in a calming breath.
“Then don’t. Jensen is mine. I will not allow him to be hurt by anyone, blood
or nay. I just came to tell you that. If he decides to see you, then you need
to make up for 16 years and then some.”
“I understand,” she nodded. “I’m glad my nephew has you to protect him.”
Jared inclined his head in acknowledgement. “I’d prefer if you didn’t tell him
we spoke,” Jared added.
“I understand,” she repeated.
Jared, in spite of his distrust and dislike for the woman that hurt his mate,
politely shook her hand and left. Nothing good could come from disrespecting
his mate’s bloodline- and he refused to acknowledge the woman as family yet-
and besides, his momma would slap him upside the head if he were anything less
than a perfect gentleman.
“Wait till you hear what she did, Momma,” he muttered under his breath. “You
might make an exception.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Jared left with far too little a fight.
If there were anyone in the world Jensen could read, it was Jared, and his
boyfriend had agreed far too readily to leave him alone. No. He was planning
something.
Whatever it was stirred his curiosity, but didn’t alarm him. He trusted Jared
with his life and knew instinctively that whatever Jared was doing, he’d tell
Jensen eventually, if he needed to know. In any event, right now? Jensen had
bigger things to be worried about.
He made his way to the back, spotting Eric easily where he was hunched over in
a chair. He reeked of alcohol and blood and sweat, and Jensen grimaced as he
approached him.
“Eric?” he called softly, so as not to startle him. He felt a pang in his heart
as he realized how long it had been since he’d called the man ‘dad’. “Eric,
come on, time to get up.”
Eric stirred, raising his arms weakly to defend his face in his disorientation.
Jensen sighed in pity. It was amazing that he could still feel compassion for
the very same man that caused the same reaction in him.
“I aint gonna hurt you,” he said gruffly, gripping one of Eric’s arms and
hauling him gently to his feet, supporting his leaden weight by throwing the
arm over his shoulder. “Just gotta get you to a motel, you can sleep this off
and head home tomorrow.”
“Mikey…” Eric mumbled. “Money…”
“It’s sorted,” Jensen said shortly. “Let’s go.”
Eric mumbled incomprehensibly under his breath as Jensen called a cab. It was
no easy task to maneuver his drunken foster father into the vehicle, but then,
Jensen had years of practice to fall back on. He ignored Eric’s mindless
chattering as they drove, just like he ignored the sympathetic looks he was
garnering from the cabbie.
“How much?” he asked, when they stopped in front of a motel.
“Your father, kid?” the guy- Jason, the sign in front showed- asked, eyes
crinkled in concern.
Jensen nodded quietly by way of an answer. “How much?”
Jason shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, Kid.”
“I can’t…” Jensen started to protest.
“You been doing this a long time?” Jason asked, flicking his head in Eric’s
direction. Jensen hesitated, before nodding his head once more in
embarrassment. “Then you’re a good kid,” Jason proclaimed gently. “And you
deserve a break.”
Jensen met the cab driver’s eyes, hoping the gratitude showed in his eyes. He’d
never been given much of a break in anything in his life, but a simple act of
hospitality and generosity went a long way to reminding him why he never gave
up on people and humanity. “Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure, kid,” Jason smiled warmly. “I had to do the same dance with
my old man plenty times before. Someone gave me a break back then too. I hope
you find a way to happier times, like I did.”
“I’m very glad you did,” Jensen smiled genuinely. “All the best, man.”
“You too, kid. To you too.”
Jensen carefully steered his father into the motel, paid for a room for three
nights, just in case, and set Eric on the bed.
“Jensen!” Eric suddenly sat up, and a thrum of fear settled into Jensen’s
chest. “I have a son,” Eric mumbled. “His name is Jensen.”
With a start, he realized that Eric didn’t recognize him. He nodded,
entertaining Eric. “That’s great. Lie down and sleep it off. I’m leaving Advil
and water on the bedside.”
“I hurt Jensen,” Eric whimpered. Jensen stopped in his tracks, unable to do
anything more than listen to the words spilling from Eric’s mouth, unfiltered
and unrestrained. “I hurt my son, because every time I see him, I remember that
I failed to protect him from my weakness.”
Jensen could hardly take a breath in. “W-what weakness?” he forced the words
out from numb lips.
“I can’t protect him from me,” Eric sighed mournfully. “I’m nothing without
her, I can’t live this life without her. Jensen is good. He’s a good boy. He
takes care of me like she used to. I wish he would leave me to die, I wish he
didn’t waste his goodness on me. Jensen…my boy…”
Hot tears cascaded down his cheeks and he wiped impatiently at them. After all
these years, and all these bruises, now? Why the fuck now? “Why haven’t you
ever apologized to him, then?” he demanded, infuriated with himself and with
Eric.
“Because he would forgive me,” Eric said simply, turning around and burying his
face in the pillow. “My little boy would forgive me, because he has her heart.
It never mattered that he wasn’t…ours, because he was…ours. We made him ours.
She would hate me so much…why doesn’t Jensen hate me? Why won’t he leave me
alone?”
“I…” Jensen hesitated. “Jensen would never want you to get hurt. He still
remembers the father you used to be.”
“I don’t want to hurt my boy anymore,” Eric slurred, eyes closing.
“Then don’t,” Jensen whispered, breath hitching.
“L’ve you…J’nsn,” Eric garbled before dropping off with a light snore.
Jensen covered him with a blanket, locked up and slid the key underneath the
door. And then was the only time that he allowed himself to properly break
down.
He leaned back against the hard wooden door, sliding down slowly until his ass
touched the concrete. Curling his arms around himself, he buried his face in
between his knees and openly sobbed for all that he’d lost, and all that he
might have had if Eric was a little stronger, or a little more open with him.
He sobbed for Jody, the woman who taught him how to love with his whole heart,
the woman who was his mother for all intents and purposes. Eric had been right
about one thing; she had made him hers. She had made him their son with the
love she’d had for him. Even when he wasn’t theirs in the technical sense of
the term, she expounded all the love in her heart and made him theirs in the
ways that counted.
Stumbling blindly, he broke into a clumsy run, not needing to see through his
bleary eyes to know exactly where he was going. He barely felt the 5-mile run,
a testament to the running he tried to do regularly to burn off his stress and
worry.
He knew the graveyard like the back of his hand; could have found Jody’s
headstone blindfolded and with his hands tied behind his back. Dropping to his
knees at the cold, concrete slab, he let his frame-wracking sobs take over.
“I’m sorry, Mom, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” he mumbled over and over, pain
constricting his chest until he thought he couldn’t breathe. Deep in the
recesses of his mind, a soft voice came over his memories, like a radio finally
being tuned to the correct frequency.
Come on, stop your crying, it will be alright…
Just take my hand. Hold it tight.
I will protect you from all around me.
I will be here, don’t you cry!
“Mom.” Jensen sighed, listening as the song replayed itself in his mind, Jody’s
soft, sweet voice, light and lilting with love and laughter seeping through the
pain, reaching the part of him, the 8-year-old Jensen, that he thought died
with her in that car crash.
For one so small, you seem so strong.
My arms will hold you; keep you safe and warm.
I will protect from deep inside me.
I will be here, don’t you cry.
Coz’ you’ll be in my heart.
No matter what they say.
From this day on, now and forever more.
I’ll be there, always…
…Always.
“Just look over your shoulder,” Jensen whispered the last lyric that he
remembered. The one she would sing while she tapped his nose with her finger
and smiled like she’d won the lottery. “I’ll be there, always.”
He nodded shakily, remembering what he’d buried all those years ago. What he’d
forgotten to remember. That she would always be there with him, if he were just
so inclined to look. And it had taken Eric getting drunk and remembering who he
used to be, for Jensen to remember just who he used to be as well.
It was an indication of how long he’d been there when the sky began to lighten.
There was still no sun, but the dawn of Sunday morning was beginning to creep
in. He let out a raggedy breath, caressing one hand over the cold tombstone.
“I miss you, Mom. Happy birthday.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
His heart hurt like a thousand elephants were stampeding over it at the sound
of his mate’s mournful sobs. When Jensen had failed to return last night, one
hour, two hours, four hours late, Jared had wanted to scour the town in search
of his missing mate. Aldis had been the one to realize the date, and directed
Jared to the local cemetery. He didn’t stick around to hear Aldis convincing
Matt to let him go alone; just assumed it had worked when he got there and no
one had followed him. Relying on his sense of smell, and the cries he could
hear from his mate, it hadn’t been long before Jared found him.
He was hunched over her gravesite, heart-wrenching sobs ripping from his chest
in a way that made Jared suspect that Jensen had never really given himself
time to grieve. He heard Jensen’s mumbled apologies, his confession of how much
he missed her, heard the tune Jensen had been absently humming under his
breath. It had taken every iota of willpower not to go to his mate and cuddle
his close, kiss him, caress him, do anything to take the pain away. But who was
he to deny Jensen this time? More than anything, the stunning, green-eyed love
of his life needed to take time out to wash away all the pain he’d been
carrying in his heart since his foster mother had passed away, and while it
hurt Jared, and went against his instincts to allow Jensen to be alone, he’d
had to do it.
When the sky started to lighten and Jensen murmured a heartfelt wish, Jared
couldn’t stand being away any longer. Walking towards his mate, he held out a
hand cautiously.
Jensen looked up, red-rimmed eyes wide and just as gorgeous as ever. Smiling
weakly, he took the proffered arm and Jared hauled him up, cuddling him
immediately against his chest. Jensen put up no struggle, merely collapsing
against him, emotionally spent. He stood there quietly soothing, one hand
gripping Jensen’s waist while the other caressed his hair and the nape of his
neck.
Eventually it was Jensen who broke the silence. “She would have loved you.”
Jared smiled, looking down at where Jensen’s head was tucked underneath his
chin. “Yeah?”
Jensen nodded, peaking up from underneath long lashes. “Yeah.” He cleared his
throat, his voice still thick from the crying. “You would have liked her, too.
She was really funny. And clever. And she had the biggest heart of anyone I’ve
ever known.”
“Yeah?” Jared nuzzled the edge of Jensen’s jaw. “She sounds like someone else I
know.”
Jensen hummed nostalgically. “She taught me how to love, and said that was what
made me her son. Not blood, or DNA, or genetics. Just love.”
Jared waited a beat. “You’re right,” he conceded, cradling Jensen’s face and
thumbing away the tears. “I would have liked her, too.”
Jensen wound his arms around his neck quietly, burying his face in the crook
between Jared’s neck and shoulder. Jared gently maneuvered them so that he
could lean down and hook an arm underneath Jensen’s knees. Today, his mate
didn’t protest as Jared cuddled him to his chest, but actually huddled further
into the embrace as Jared lovingly carried him to his waiting truck. As Jared
set him on the seat, he saw Jensen take a deep breath in, running an absent-
minded hand over the seats as he took comfort from the familiar feel and smell
surrounding him.
Jared quickly crossed to the driver’s side and pulled Jensen flush against his
side as he drove, unwilling to let his mate go another second with a loving,
caring touch. Before they could reach Aldis’ house, Jensen was asleep, one hand
resting over Jared’s heart, where he’d allowed the steady thumpthump to lull
him to sleep. Smiling beatifically, Jared ghosted his lips over Jensen’s
forehead.
“Dream sweet, baby.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
It was eight-thirty when Jensen woke. Jared was spooning him and he was dressed
in Jared’s old t-shirt with his boxer shorts, his earlier get-up folded neatly
and set atop his duffel bag. He reasoned that his boyfriend must have carried
him in and changed him, and Jensen had slept through it all.
He had been more exhausted than he’d initially thought.
He slipped stealthily out of bed, grabbing his jeans and slipping them over his
bare legs, leaving Jared’s t-shirt on. He stole out of the room, following the
smell of coffee to the kitchen, when an abnormally somber Aldis was sitting at
the table.
His friend was looking out of the window, absently sipping out his mug as his
mind raced with whatever thoughts were occupying it.
“What’s up, buttercup?” Jensen asked teasingly. Aldis jumped half a foot in the
air at the sound of his voice, and Jensen chuckled under his breath.
“Fucking Christ on a unicycle, JR,” Aldis hissed, holding his chest with one
hand and setting his coffee cup in the sink with the other, mopping at the
coffee stains on his shirt where it had sloshed over. “Make some noise, would
ya?”
“Sorry, Al,” Jensen snorted, pouring some of the steaming hot liquid into a cup
for himself. “What’s on your mind?”
“How are you feeling, kid?” Aldis asked, avoiding the question. A seed of
trepidation spiraled in his chest as Jensen narrowed his eyes at his long-time
friend.
“I’m peachy,” he replied snarkily. “Tell me what’s going on in that big head of
yours, man.”
Aldis sighed heavily, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “You don’t
have to worry about it, JR. It isn’t your issue.”
“If it involves you guys, it is,” Jensen insisted softly. “You guys had my back
yesterday, and for all the years I was here.”
Aldis nodded slowly, biting his lip worriedly. “There’s something you should
know, JR,” he said softly. “About Matt.”
Jensen settled himself into the chair opposite his friend’s. “Tell me.”
“JR, man,” he seemed to be struggling for words. “Matt…he took it really hard
when you left. Was happy for you, but it damn near killed him.”
Jensen flinched, sorrow squeezing his heart. “I never wanted to hurt him,”
Jensen whispered, feeling sick to his stomach. Aldis made a frustrated sound
under his breath.
“Fuck, kid, I know,” he pressed his palm to his forehead. “I’m saying this all
wrong, I never meant to make you feel bad.”
“I know, Al,” Jensen comforted, trying to push away his feelings. “Just talk. I
won’t break, I’m not fragile.”
Aldis nodded again. “Just…he likes to pretend he aint hurting, but it killed
him before, and it’s gonna kill him now.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t like
seeing him hurt, man. I’ve known Matt since we were kids. He’s too…” Aldis
struggled for the words.
“He loves me too much to tell me not to come back,” Jensen supplied, his heart
sinking. Aldis’ eyes widened, and he hastened to clarify. “He loves me like a
little brother, right? He doesn’t want to hurt me by telling me that I hurt him
every time I come, and then leave again.”
Aldis’ eyes shuttered abruptly and Jensen felt oddly like he was missing a
vital piece of the puzzle. Regardless, the older man nodded. “Yeah, JR. Got it
in one.”
Jensen looked into the coffee mug, studying the swirls of black like there was
going to be a test on it later. On the one hand, a deep sense of loss hit him
for the friends and brothers he just now realized he had in his old gang.
But on the other hand, he’d do anything not to hurt Matt.
“Jared and I will leave before noon,” he decided softly. Aldis began to
protest, but Jensen waved him down with a melancholic smile. “I know, Al,” he
reassured his friend. “But I can’t hurt him any more than I already have.”
Aldis crossed around the table and gathered him in a tight hug. “I’m sorry,
JR,” he apologized wretchedly.
“Don’t be, Al,” Jensen thumped his friend’s back twice. “We’re family. Always
will be.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
Jensen’s decision to leave was abrupt, but not totally unexpected. He’d gotten
up early enough to hear the tail-end of his mate’s discussion with Aldis, and
although he appreciated that the man didn’t correct Jensen’s misconception that
Matt loved him like a brother, he was also loathe for the additional sorrow on
his chroi’s face.
Jared snuggled his mate close to his body and let Jensen silently cry at what
he was leaving behind.
Before they could leave, Matt came sprinting to the car, out of breath and
apparently having run all the way. To both their surprise, he asked to speak to
Jared alone.
“Since the day he told me I have no skill in pool, I've loved him. I...I love
him,” were the words out of his mouth. Jared struggled to contain his
instinctive jealous rage.
“I know.”
Matt nodded slowly. “Make him happy,” he requested lowly. “Love him more than
anything. See to it that he laughs more, and doesn’t ever cry for too long.
Treat him as you would a God, because that’s more or less what he is.” He
raised his chin a fraction in defiance. “And I swear to you, if you ever hurt
him, I’ll kill you myself, or die trying.”
Jealous or not, Jared owed Matt a slight due. He shook the man’s hand, showing
his begrudging respect with an acknowledging nod of his head. “Thank you for
taking care of him when I couldn’t.”
Matt didn’t respond, and Jared didn’t expect him to. Instead, he went to
Jensen, who was watching him with tears glistening sharply in his emerald green
eyes.
Jensen hugged him tightly, and Jared didn’t stop him, because from the look in
his mate’s eyes, it was a goodbye. Sorrow touched Jared’s chest through their
mating bond, and he tried to send out feelings of warmth to his better half.
“Goodbye, Matty,” Jensen spoke roughly.
If Matt saw it for the final goodbye that it was, he didn’t say a word.
 
~*Chris*~
 
Chris flicked irritably at an invisible fleck on his kitchen counter. The
entire weekend had been a nightmare, starting with the scare of Jensen running
off on Friday and culminating in him sitting at the counter on Sunday
afternoon, having gotten no sleep the entire weekend, because he was worried
sick about his little brother.
He knew that Jensen was with Jared, and he knew that in reality, there was no
safer place in the world for his best friend, but that did nothing to ease the
anxiety that had been thrumming through his veins since that goofy kid from
Jensen’s art class had come asking him whether Jensen was okay or not. He
longed to see his best friend with his own eyes, see for himself that the
stubborn ass was unharmed.
Well, like they say; ask, and thou shalt receive.
The deep rumble of Jared’s truck was unmistakable, and Chris jogged out to meet
it. Righteous indignation radiated off him, and he worked up a head of steam to
let off at Jensen the minute his hard-headed best friend stepped off the truck
and into his line of sight.
The first thing Chris saw on Jensen’s face was the bone-deep weariness.
His shoulders were slumped and his eyes, red-rimmed, and it seemed like every
step took him more energy that he had to spare. His smile was feeble and the
first word that popped into Chris’ mind was the one word he never thought he’d
ever associate with his little brother.
Fragile.
Acting instinctively, he drained the entire force of his fury with a sigh.
Jogging to Jensen’s side, he hugged him tightly, briefly, then wound an arm
around his waist and easily carried the weight when his best friend slumped
into him.
Walking him slowly into the house, Chris murmured soothingly under his breath.
“Come on, I gotcha little brother. I gotcha. You're okay. You're home now.”
Jensen turned his head fleetingly into Chris’ shoulder, and protectiveness
flared deep inside him. He set his best friend down on the couch and sat on the
coffee table in front of him. Jensen drew his legs up and tucked them
underneath his chin, looking small and world-weary. Even then, he worked up a
smile, and Chris had to admire the strength of the boy in front of him.
Jared came over and kissed Jensen slowly, gently. Chris busied himself getting
Jensen a glass of Coke, not wanting to intrude on the intimate moment.
“I’ll see you later, baby, okay?” he heard as Jared murmured softly. “Just call
me if you need me, mo chroi.”
“I love you.”
“More than the moon and the stars.”
“Forever and always.”
Chris walked in just as Jared kissed Jensen one more time. The Alpha nodded at
him, and Chris heard the unspoken order to look after his mate. He snorted
derisively inwardly. He didn’t need an order to take care of his family.
Handing Jensen the drink, he made himself comfortable on the opposite end of
the couch. “You gonna tell me what happened before or after I kick your ass for
scaring the hell out of me?” he asked teasingly.
Jensen chuckled lightly, and the sound was like a soothing balm to a burn.
“Before,” he opted. “It’s a long story, so maybe you might forget.”
Chris smiled, relieved to have Jensen back and calmer than he’d been in three
days.
“Go on, tell me.”
###
Chapter End Notes
     Please don't hate me for the way I handled Eric! XD Don't worry, he
     will still pay his due, and Jared will still get his pound of flesh,
     but I figured Jensen deserved one moment of reprieve, don't you?
     Also, pool, and darts...as you can see, I'm a girl of bar games
     myself! Product of older brothers! On that note, for anyone who
     didn't know, a cherry is another term for a bull's eye. ;-)
     Like I said, intense. But I hope you guys enjoyed! Waiting with bated
     breath! And am I the only one glad to have Chris back????
     Thanks for reading, and be sure to check out my other little piece!
     Much love! <3
     -JayGirl
***** Meeting the Padaleckis *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you all for the good wishes, the patience, and all the love! <3
     Once again, I am so incredibly honored that y'all are enjoying my
     work so much, and I hope you all continue to! Thank you, thank you,
     thank you.
     What you've been waiting for: Meeting the Padaleckis!
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
~*Jensen*~
 
Taking a small sip of his Coke, Jensen tried to figure out where to start his
story. His mind was fuddled with exhaustion and weariness. Jared had wanted to
take him straight home to sleep, but in truth, Jensen had missed Chris and
needed to talk to his best friend a little while in an effort to gain some
perspective. Jared hadn’t argued, and though he’d seemed curious, he hadn’t
asked, for which Jensen was tremendously grateful. He wasn’t sure himself why
home seemed like Chris’ place more than his own.
He knew he’d made the right decision, though, when he’d gotten here. Chris had
seemed ready to rip him a new one, but one look at him, and his best friend
knew intuitively that it wasn’t the right time. Instead, he’d just helped
Jensen in, and God, Jensen hadn’t even realized that he was so sapped out of
energy. It had been liberating to let go; here, he could trust that Jared was
safe, and effectively, he could let his guard down, let Jared and Chris take
over the load. He’d forgotten how strenuous it was, how hard it was on him, to
be JR, and even more so now that he’d had Jared to look out for.
Chris was right; now, he was home. And sure, a whole new set of problems
awaited them here, but he could deal. He had a home worth fighting for.
A family worth fighting for.
He looked at Chris, still sitting patiently across from him. The long haired
boy was calm, seeming content to wait until Jensen had his head straight.
“It’s good to be home,” Jensen mumbled unthinkingly. Chris grinned, stretching
his leg out half-heartedly to tap Jensen’s shin.
“Good to have you home,” he replied, in a rare display of affection.
Jensen sighed cavernously. He had a long story to tell, and Chris would wait
all night to hear it. “My foster father…he’s kind of an addict…”
###
“..I left him in a motel to sleep it off, and Jared and I came home,” Jensen
concluded. Even though he’d left gaps in his story- Eric’s confession and his
abuse, Jody’s graveside, his chat with Aldis- Jensen still found himself ever
more drained, having had to relive the weekend in stark detail. Chris had
nearly come off the couch when he recounted going head-to-head with Big Mike,
and had simply chuckled to himself when Jensen relayed Matt’s nighttime visit.
Now, his friend was silent, sharp blue eyes assessing him so astutely, that
Jensen felt worried he was inadvertently giving things away.
“How the fuck are you still standing, Freckles?”
The softly spoken question served to drain all the tension from his body like a
sponge soaking up water. He let his head fall back on to the couch, the
sympathy in his best friend’s eyes too much for his frayed emotions to deal
with. “I don’t fucking know, man,” he confessed in a rough whisper. “I’ll let
you know when I can catch my breath.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about your dad, Jensen?” Chris asked quietly. Try as he
might, Kane couldn’t totally hide the hurt that was radiating off his posture,
and if using his full name wasn’t enough of an indication, Jensen could read
his stormy eyes like a book, anyway.
He sighed, pulling his long-sleeved shirt over his palms and gripping the
material in a nervous gesture. He half-shrugged, careful not to meet Chris’
eyes. “I guess I didn’t want you to judge him based on the mistakes he’s made,”
Jensen repeated what he told Jared, except after Eric’s little confession, he
felt like he maybe meant it a little more. “You don’t know the man I used to
know when I was a kid. What he is now…it’s a product of circumstance.”
“It’s also a consequence of decision, Freckles,” Chris objected gently. “He’s a
grown ass man. You understand that he needs to take responsibility like one,
don’t you?”
Jensen scowled. “Don’t treat me like a kid with a victim complex,” he snapped,
knowing that Chris was least deserving of his tone. The long-haired boy took it
in stride, fixing him with a gentle, yet shrewd look.
“You are a victim, Freckles, whether you want to admit it or not,” he
maintained softly, while still being firm. “But that’s not the point here. The
point is that…” Chris half-sighed, half-chuckled. “I’m not really sure I have a
point anymore. I just hate that I wasn’t there.”
Jensen felt remorse settle into his belly. “I’m sorry, Chris,” he aimed
heartfelt green eyes at his best friend. “I never meant to leave you out, I
just didn’t want you to get hurt on my behalf.”
Chris wrinkled his nose. “Put the puppy-dog eyes away,” he complained with a
small smile. “I forgave you already.”
Jensen felt a smile crack over his face, the first he’d smiled in a while.
“You’re too easy, Kane,” he teased, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Whatever,” Chris griped, pink coloring his cheeks. “And for the record,
getting hurt on your behalf? Not your choice. Mine. And next time, you’re
calling me.”
“Okay,” Jensen nodded solemnly. “I will.”
“Good.”
Jensen took out his phone, ignoring his friend’s confused look in favor of
dialing. “Hello,” Jensen spoke politely, sounding very formal. “Is this Mrs.
Padalecki?”
Chris’ eyes widened. “What the hell?” he whispered softly, bemused.
“Speaking,” the woman responded, slight confusion coloring her tone.
“This is Jensen, Mam,” the green-eyed boy continued, in a charmingly respectful
voice. “I’m so sorry to be so rude as to do this over the phone, but I
apologize for not making it to brunch today. I don’t know if Jared told you,
but I had a slight family crisis.”
Chris grinned mockingly at him and Jensen flipped him off, making the other boy
chuckle.
“Jensen!” Mrs Padalecki exclaimed happily. “So good to finally hear from you,
sweetie! I understand completely, Jared mentioned what happened when he came
home. Thank you for calling me, though, honey, that’s very well-mannered of
you.”
Jensen flushed. “My momma raised me polite, Mam,” he grinned into the phone.
“Thank you so much for inviting me. I look forward to meeting you some time,
Mam.”
“Why not tonight?” the woman suggested, sounding excited. “Come and have dinner
with us!”
“Ah…” Jensen flinched, cursing inwardly, even as his voice took on its most
charming tenor. “I’d love that, Mam.”
“Excellent! We’ll see you at 5, hon, I’ll tell Jared to fetch you.” The woman’s
tone broached no argument, and Jensen agreed weakly.
“What was that about?” Chris asked as Jensen flipped his phone shut and shoved
it in his back pocket.
“I’m going for dinner to the Padaleckis.” Jensen swallowed, rubbing his hand
over his face. Chris fell about laughing, clutching at this stomach and
ignoring the glares Jensen was aiming at him.
“How’d you manage to get roped into that?” he cackled, wiping away a tear from
his eyes.
“My momma raised me polite,” he repeated, his voice surly. “I couldn’t say no.”
Sighing, Jensen tried to look into his last reserves to find the strength to
get through another emotionally grueling event.
Chris noticed the weariness and promptly sobered. “You’ll be able to handle it,
Freckles?” he asked worriedly. “You’re taking on your family and your old life,
and the Padaleckis, all in one weekend?”
“What the hell choice do I have?” Jensen sighed. “I know Jared really wanted me
to meet his parents, and he’s done so much for me this weekend. I’d do anything
for him.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t expect you to do it all now,” Chris spoke reasonably. “He
knows what you’ve been through these past few days.”
Jensen shook his head. “Just because he doesn’t expect something from me,
doesn’t mean I shouldn’t give it to him.”
Chris blew out a breath through his teeth and nodded slowly. “I guess I hear
you…but do you really think you’ll be up to it?”
“I have to be, so I will be.”
###
Jensen ran his hand through his hair for the umpteenth and third time. His
dirty blond spikes looked none the worse for wear at his brutal treatment, and
it was something in itself to be thankful for, considering how much Jensen had
been mussing it.
He bounced his leg up and down in impatience, trying to calm his frayed nerves.
He wondered again, what had possessed him to accept the invitation, and glared
at the sky from underneath his long lashes when he remembered. “Hope you’re
happy, Mom,” he muttered, “you and your manners are what got me into this mess
in the first place.”
Jensen could have sworn he heard the echo of Jody’s laughter in the breeze that
caressed his exposed arms.
He took a minute to marvel at the ease with which he’d spoken. After visiting
Jody for the first time in years, and actually talking to her for the first
time since the accident, Jensen found it slightly easier to think about her. He
felt her in every move he made, in a way he hadnt allowed himself to since he’d
lost her. He was far from healed, he knew, but he no longer shied away from her
either. It was almost…liberating.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Jensen jumped slightly as big, warms hands wove around his waist and Jared
propped his chin on Jensen’s shoulder. His boyfriend kissed the sensitive spot
behind his ear and he melted against him, feeling protected as he was cushioned
against Jared’s muscular chest. Jensen rested his head lightly against Jared’s
downturned mop of hair as his boyfriend playfully nibbled at the juncture
between his neck and shoulder.
“What a way to get snuck up on,” he commented absently, relishing in the
electricity elicited from his boyfriend’s touch. Jared chuckled against him,
the vibrations adding a delicious new sensation.
“It’s good to know I can sneak up on you,” he commented. “It means you’re Jen
again, and not JR, which in turn means that I can go back to being the
protector.”
“You couldn’t handle two days being the protected one, huh?” Jensen smiled in
amusement.
“I’m an Alpha, baby.” Jensen didn’t need to look down to know Jared was
sporting a pout. “Not in my nature to let my mate protect me.” He sighed
dramatically. “I don’t think I could do it again, Jen.”
“Hopefully you won’t have to,” Jensen pressed his lips against Jared’s hair.
“But you should know that I won’t stop trying to protect you if it’s in my
power.”
Jared straightened and turned him around in his arms, before leaning down to
nuzzle his throat. “I know, sweetheart. But you’re doing that thing where you
avoid the original question again. What were you thinking about so hard that I
managed to sneak up on you?”
Sighing, Jensen began to play with the hair at the bottom of Jared’s neck,
finding a way to phrase his worries. “I was thinking about Jody…and I was
worrying about meeting your family.”
Jared licked the underside of his jaw, making Jensen giggle slightly. “Whenever
you want to visit your mom, tell me okay? I’ll drive you.”
“Thanks, Jay.” Jensen kissed the hollow at his boyfriend’s throat. Jared
nodded.
“As for my family,” he continued, “I’m so sorry about my mom. She’s just been
so excited to meet you…but you just say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll tell
them to hold off until you’re ready. You’ve had such an emotional weekend…I
don’t want you to feel overwhelmed or obligated here, Jen.” Jared fixed him
with a serious look, love and concern radiating in his hazel eyes. “They won’t
mind if you want to postpone, and you know that you’re the only one I’m worried
about here.”
Jensen nodded slowly. “I know, Jay…but I need to do this. I wish I could
explain why…I just feel like its something I need to prove to myself I can
handle. Does that make any sense?”
“It does,” Jared tilted his head to the side. “But I don’t understand why you
need to prove anything. You’re the strongest, bravest, kindest, most amazing
person I’ve ever met.”
Tears stung Jensen’s eyes and he swiped impatiently at them, huffing out a
laugh. “I think you’re biased.”
“Naw,” Jared grinned, nuzzling him again. “I think I see you more clearly than
them all.”
“You do,” Jensen readily agreed. “Let’s just hope your family thinks the same
things you do.”
“They’re gonna love you, baby,” Jared assured him with a smile as he led Jensen
to his truck. “Mom’s been flitting around the house like a headless chicken
since you called, muttering about what a nice boy you were and how she needed
to get things perfect. When I told her to calm down, she slapped me upside the
head and told me to come get you. And Megan began getting ready about two hours
ago.”
Jensen huffed a laugh. “Will your brother be there?”
“No,” Jared shook his head and made his way quickly around the car. Opening the
door, he hopped in as he explained. “Jeff is back home with his wife and their
pups. He said he’d meet you when he came next. It’s just gonna be us, my
parents, and Megan.”
“Is it a bad thing that I’m relieved about that?” Jensen asked guiltily as
Jared pulled away from the driveway.
“It’s no worse than me wishing Megan wasn’t gonna be there,” Jared grinned
ruefully. “Just take all the childhood stories with a pinch of salt.”
Jensen chuckled. “Well, at least there’s that to look forward to.”
By the time they pulled up in front of the house, Jensen was sure that Jared
could hear the rapid thumping of his heartbeat. Anxiety and anticipation
churned in a twisting concoction in his belly, and Jared reached over to pull
Jensen’s body into his, peppering kisses over his clammy face.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” he told Jensen, punctuating each word with a kiss.
“I’m right here. I love you. We’re doing this together.” He pulled back to meet
sincere hazel eyes. “It’s me and you against the world, baby,” Jared murmured,
heartfelt.
Gradually, the tension left the smaller boy’s shoulders, and a small smile
graced his features. “Me and you, Jay.”
###
~*Jared*~
 
In his peripheral vision, Jared noticed his mother waiting impatiently at the
door, but he decided that his mate came first at that moment. He was wrecked
with nerves and he needed him, and that surpassed everything else. Pulling
Jensen into his arms, he rubbed soothingly at his back and nuzzled the nape of
his neck until the boy relaxed against him.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked uncertainly. Since his mother had
told him she’d invited Jensen for dinner, it had been worrying him that Jensen
was taking on an entire army in a weekend.
“I have you there,” Jensen answered softly, but surely. “I can handle
anything.”
Jared responded the only way he knew how; fusing their lips together in a kiss
that would hopefully convey his love and devotion. Cradling Jensen’s face in
his hands, he gently nipped at his mate’s bottom lip, and soothed over it with
his tongue, seeking entrance. Jensen’s lips parted for him with a faint sigh,
and Jared licked into his mouth, using his tongue to trace every crevice in the
cavern of his mate’s mouth. He sucked gently on Jensen’s tongue, eliciting a
sharp gasp, and growled when Jensen’s hands flew up to tangle into his locks.
Before he could lose his senses and forget that his mother was standing right
there, Jared pulled away, but not before butting his nose lovingly against his
mate’s jaw.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he reminded Jensen in a low voice, “but right now, I
can’t take my time as much as I’d like to. My mom is dying to meet you, and if
I keep you here much longer, she might actually beat me around the head with
her wooden spoon.”
Jensen huffed out a begrudging laugh, straightening and steeling himself.
“Let’s go,” he flicked his head weakly at the entrance of the house.
Jared vowed to stay close until his mate relaxed some.
He went around the car and wrapped his arm around Jensen’s waist as they were
walking. His mate tensed for a second, before melting into the hold and
reaching around his stomach to grip Jared’s fingers. The Alpha could
practically feel his mother fawning at the display.
“Jen, this is my mom, Sherry Padalecki. Mom,” he grinned, looking between his
beautiful Beta-Mother and the love of his life. “I’d like you to meet Jensen,
my mate.”
Jensen blushed ever so lightly, but pushed back his shoulders and stood tall,
aiming a devastating smile at the woman in front of him. “It’s such a pleasure
to meet you, Mam,” he held out his hand, his low-pitched voice even charming
Jared. “Thank you for having me over.”
Sherry Padalecki was practically bursting with excitement and she disregarded
the hand offered to her in favor of pulling the boy in front of her into a warm
hug. “Thank you for coming, honey!” she gushed. Pulling away from the smaller
boy, she reached up to smack her son upside the head. “Jared Tristan Padalecki,
why did you wait this long to bring him over?”
“Momma,” Jared complained, rubbing at the sore spot as Jensen snorted quietly.
“I had to get to know my mate before you guys got to know him.”
All that earned him was another slap. “Don’t talk back to your momma, Jared
Tristan,” Sherry scolded him again, and this time Jensen laughed outright.
Jared complained under his breath, but in truth, it was worth it to hear
Jensen’s laugh. He could feel his mom’s love for his mate radiating off her,
and he loved her all the more for her open-armed welcome.
Jensen was relaxing next to him, and Jared marveled at the influence of a
mother’s touch. He definitely needed to thank his mom profusely for being
exactly who she was, and all at once, the nerves he hadnt even known he’d had,
disappeared.
What could possibly go wrong?
Famous last words.
###
~*Jensen*~
 
Sherry led them into the house, talking to Jensen non-stop. “I swear, Jensen, I
feel as though I know you already! You’re all Jared talks about these days.”
Jensen grinned at the knowledge, another knot of tension melting away.
“Mom!” Jared intercepted again, cheeks flushing. “There are a thousand other
things we could be talking about right now. Where’s Meg?”
“She’s upstairs,” Sherry answered, waving her hand in the direction of the
staircase before narrowing her eyes and looking speculatively at Jensen. The
green-eyed boy squirmed slightly at the scrutiny, but remembering the lessons
he’d learnt over the years, he forced himself not to cower away.
“Jensen, honey, you’re too skinny,” she decided finally, and Jensen was so
ridiculously relieved that she hadn’t found something not to like, that he
huffed out a small laugh. “Jared you need to feed your mate,” she scolded
lightly, winking at him.
Before his boyfriend could defend himself, they were sidetracked by movement
coming from the stairs. A young girl, who looked to be around her early teens,
was bounding towards them, a bright grin on her face. It was easy to see the
resemblance between Jared and the smaller girl, but when her light brown eyes
sparkled with the force of her smile, there was no doubt left in the world.
She stopped in front of them, smiling shyly at Jensen and half hiding behind
her brother. Jensen’s heart warmed, and he forgot his own nervousness in an
attempt to soothe hers; he’d always had a big soft spot for kids.
“You must be Megan,” he smiled at her, before his boyfriend could introduce
them. At the beginnings of her questioning look, he answered before she could
ask. “You have the same smile as Jared, just cuter.” He winked at his boyfriend
in silent apology, but despite his words, the grin stretching over Jared’s face
was enough to take his breath away and then some.
Megan giggled, face coloring slightly as she reached out a hand. “It’s awesome
to meet you,” she said shyly, shaking his hand and coming to stand next to
Jared. “You’re way out of my brother’s league,” she blurted without thinking,
blushing even more furiously when Jensen laughed.
“No, I think that’s the other way around,” he admitted, smiling at her
amicably. Jared was beaming, despite the obvious barb towards him, and as he
wound a hand around his sister’s shoulders, it was obvious that they were
pretty close.
“I’ll tell you a secret, Meg,” he stage-whispered. “Jensen hasn’t figured out
that you’re right yet, so let’s trap him here before he does.”
It was Jensen’s turn to flush scarlet as Megan giggled again. “You’re such a
weirdo,” she told her brother affectionately. “Come and help me with my Chem
homework before dinner?” she looked beseechingly up at Jared. “It’s just the
one problem I can’t figure out.”
“Aw, I suck at Chem, Megs, you know that,” Jared whined. “Phone Jeff, he should
be able to…”
“Why don’t I help?” Jensen offered. “I love Chemistry.”
“Oh, no, honey,” Sherry protested. “We couldn’t ask you to do that!”
“Mom’s right, you’re a guest,” Megan shook her head bashfully. “I’ll just call
my other brother…”
“Nonsense,” Jensen waved away her remonstrations. “It’d be a pleasure to help.”
“Jensen’s a Chem genius,” Jared chimed in proudly. “If anyone could help, it’d
be him.”
“I wouldn’t say genius,” Jensen mumbled with a pleased smile. “But I would
really love to help. Why don’t you show me your work?”
Sherry placed her hand in between his shoulder blades, smiling dubiously at
him. “Are you sure it’s no bother, honey?”
“One hundred percent, Mam,” he nodded reassuringly, smiling brightly at her.
Chemistry was something he could work with, something definitive, and certain.
If anything else, it would help his own nerves, since this entire situation was
so out of his control.
Megan’s face lit up with a grin, and she led Jared and Jensen back up the
stairs to her room. “It’s stupid Avagadro,” she complained, forgetting her
initial nervousness in favor of her annoyance towards the work. “I get the
molar concept, but the last question wants me to calculate the empirical and
the molecular formula of a compound…and that’s when I get lost. What’s the
difference anyway?”
Jensen gathered his thoughts, trying to find a way to break it down for her.
“Think of it in terms of a tiered cake,” he suggested thoughtfully. “Let’s say
it was a chocolate, vanilla and red velvet layered cake. And say that the
person who baked the cake, baked 9 layers, alternating each flavor.”
He paused, and after ascertaining that the kid was still with him, he
continued. “So, if someone asks you what the cake was like, what would you
say?”
Megan frowned. “I would say that it was a chocolate, vanilla and red velvet
cake.”
“I would say that it was tasty,” Jared grinned, and Jensen huffed a laugh,
unable to glare at the interruption. Megan, sharing no such amusement, stuck
her tongue out at her brother and threw a pencil at him.
“That’s great, Megan,” Jensen praised, while Jared mumbled under his breath
about abusive little sisters. “It’s what I would say too. But why wouldn’t
either of us say that it was a 9-layered cake, with 3 layers of chocolate, 3
layers of vanilla and 3 layers of red velvet?”
“It’s easier to just say that there were three flavors, it simplifies the
answer,” Megan shrugged. Jensen beamed at her use of words.
“Excellent,” he praised again, grinning. “I like that you used the word
‘simplify’, because that’s your answer right there. The empirical formula of a
compound, is the simplified version of the answer, while the molecular formula,
is it’s true formula. So let’s say you were given a molecular formula of C6-
H12. What would your empirical formula be?”
Megan’s face dawned with understanding and she grinned brightly. “C-H2?” she
asked excitedly.
“Got it in one, kid,” Jensen grinned, holding his hand up for a high-five.
Megan giggled and slapped her palm against his. “So, now that you know the
difference, it should be easy enough to show you the different formulas for
calculating them, since the formula almost comes from the definition itself…”
###
In about half an hour, Jensen had made certain that Megan could understand, and
answer any questions he threw her way, and she was positively on a high from
finally understanding the complex work. She bounded down the stairs, eager to
tell her mother about it.
“Hey.” Jared snared his arms around Jensen’s waist once more, pulling him
against his broad chest. Jensen sighed happily, going willingly. “Thank you.”
“Mm…what for?” he asked distractedly, as Jared started pressing little kisses
across his neck and collar bone.
“For teaching my sister,” he answered, his breath hot against Jensen’s
sensitive skin. “For being so nice about it. For being so good with her.”
“She’s your sister, Jay,” Jensen nudged his boyfriend’s temple with his nose,
the gesture unconsciously picked up from all the times Jared did it to him.
“And she’s a great kid. I’m glad I could help.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Jared asked, pressing teasing little kisses on
each corner of Jensen’s mouth, and then on the tip of his nose. Before he could
press in closer and steal a kiss, Jared tensed around him.
Jensen leaned back, peering up into Jared’s diverted eyes. “What?”
“My dad’s here,” he answered, pulling back with a small smile. “Come on, you
should meet him. We’ll continue this,” he gestured between them, eyes darkening
almost imperceptibly, “a little later.”
Jensen shivered at the promises he saw in those slanted hazel orbs. “I’ll hold
you to that.”
They made their way downstairs…and that was when the shit hit the fan.
Jared’s father stood in the middle of the living room, looking formidable.
Though he aimed a smile at them, it seemed forced, and Jensen was hit with a
tingling in the arch of his foot; something that had always happened to him
whenever he sensed trouble. He felt his shoulders tense the longer the man
looked at them, and if it were a cartoon, he’d be whipping wooden boards from
the air and building a wall around himself where they stood.
“Jensen, this is my dad, Gerald Padalecki. Dad, this is my mate, Jensen,” Jared
introduced them with a blinding grin, seeming unaware of the tension in both
Jensen, and his father.
Hearing Jared introduce him as his mate always sent a bolt of pleasure shooting
down Jensen’s spine, and while tonight was no exception, it paled in comparison
to the anxiety when he saw the narrow, veiled look of displeasure tightening
Gerald Padalecki’s eyes. It was a look that he could easily catch, no matter
how subtle, because years on the streets had honed him to look out for it.
It wasn’t a look he’d ever encountered outside of the JR part of himself. Not
even with Jake.
He swallowed hard, and found himself chanelling the old parts of himself as he
held out a hand to shake. He catalogued the man’s movements, trying to
determine whether he meant any harm. “Nice to meet you sir,” he nodded
politely, sharp green eyes analyzing the older alpha critically.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Jensen,” Gerald rumbled, taking his hand and
squeezing it just this side of too tight. Jensen steeled himself and refused to
look, or pull away.
Gerald flicked his head towards the kitchen. “Why don’t you go see if your
mother is finished with dinner, son?” he suggested smoothly. “I’d like to get
to know your mate a little better.”
If Jared noticed the way his father sneered the word ‘mate’, he didn’t react to
it. He smiled brightly at Jensen, still blissfully unaware of Jensen’s
hesitation. It was so unusual, since Jared was usually hyper-alert of his
emotions, but with all the stress of the weekend, maybe the Alpha had dismissed
the emotions as Jensen’s own nerves. He swooped down to press a small kiss to
Jensen’s temple before leaving, and Gerald’s lips tightened into a thin line as
he led the way to his study, expecting Jensen to fall into step behind him.
Though he put up a cool front, Jensen was uneasy about the whole deal.
Something about the other Alpha seemed…well, not threatening, per se, but not
welcoming either.
Gerald settled himself in a big leather recliner, gesturing for Jensen to take
a seat opposite him. Much as he wanted to be defiant and opt to stand, he also
didn’t want to brush Jared’s father up the wrong way…even though it seemed that
somehow, without even trying, he inadvertently had. Jensen took a deep breath
and sat stiffly in the other chair.
“So, you go to the same school as my son does, Jensen?” Gerald asked, still
maintaining his cold detachment. Jensen bristled, the irritation overriding his
anxiety for a brief moment.
“Due respect, Sir,” he nodded coolly, “you called me aside for a reason. I see
no reason to beat around the bush when you have a clear goal to achieve from
all this.”
Something like impression flashed through the older man’s eyes, before it was
once more blank. “You’re a human mate, Jensen, or so my son seems to think.”
“You think he’s wrong.”
“I do,” Gerald nodded, even though Jensen wasn’t really asking as much as he
was observing. “I think Jared is confusing hormonal teenage lust for a mate-
ship, because he has been looking for his mate his entire life. My wife is my
mate,” he continued, “so I understand the sanctity of the bond. I would hate
for my son to miss out on that because he made a juvenile mistake.”
As much as Jensen felt like he was going to end up on the receiving end of a
bad blow, he couldn’t hold back the anger that flooded him as the Alpha
insulted his Jared. “You talk about him like he’s some kind of child,” he
glared at the man, talking through clenched teeth. “Don’t, sir. Your son is one
of the most level-headed guys I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, so don’t
insult him by even insinuating that he’s anything near the region of juvenile.”
Once more, the man looked to be impressed for a fleeting moment, before his
mask came back down. He nodded thoughtfully.
“Very well. Then let me be frank,” he leaned forward. “As a human mate, if you
even are that much, you are weak. Our pack is in a position right now where we
cannot afford any chinks in our armor, and a pack Alpha with a vulnerable mate
is the epitome of that. I know Jared thinks he loves you, but you don’t belong
here, and you don’t belong with my son.”
Jensen absorbed each word like a blow to the gut. He felt nauseous, and even
though he wanted to deny it, he couldn’t help wondering whether he was making
Jared weaker. He knew Jared, and he knew their bond; he had no doubt that if
mates existed, they were each other’s. But the man in front of him was a pack
Alpha, someone who knew the inner workings of his pack better than Jensen could
ever hope to, and if he said that Jensen would be a ‘chink in their armor’,
then what was there to gain by ignoring him, or disputing it?
Gerald continued, uncaring of Jensen’s turmoil. “You’re not suited to be part
of this life, and if you love Jared, you wont continue to drag him down with
you. As it stands, you’ve already nearly caused a pack war with your very
presence in his life, but you’ve also begun impacting the peace treaty we’ve
been negotiating that’s been standing for decades! You’ve a menace to the very
lifestyle we lead, and I cannot allow you to destroy my heir, and my son.”
Jensen felt all the blood drain from his face, and his breathing became choppy.
What if…if he was right?
His nightmare played on loop in his mind:
Jared falling.
Blood staining the floor around him.
Face pale.
Eric shouting.
“You kill everyone you love! You’re nothing but a curse!”
Jensen jolted back to reality as those words impressed themselves in his brain,
mixing with Gerald Padalecki’s words.
“…I’ll pay you,” the man was still speaking. “Name your price to stay away from
my son, I know you need the money.”
Drudging up the very last vestiges of his reserves, Jensen stood up, numb and
broken in a way he hadn’t been in a long time. The image of his boyfriend- his
mate- in his mind, he found the strength to do this one last thing.
“You don’t need to do anything, Sir.” He spoke hollowly, pushing the words past
frozen lips. “I’d fight for Jared with every bone in my body, but I would never
put him in danger. If I would keep him safe by walking away, then so be it.”
The older alpha was rooted in place, shock splashed across his features. Jensen
ignored it, and flipped open his phone, pressing speed dial.
“Freckles?”
“Chris, I…” his throat closed up, and he struggled to get the words out. It
felt like every one of them were little knives, ripping through his throat. “I
need…can you come get me please?”
“I’ll be there in two minutes, little brother,” Chris answered immediately,
sounding grim. In the background, he could hear the rattle of keys, and the
slamming of a door. “Just hang on, I’m coming, okay?”
“Okay,” Jensen whispered. “Okay.”
He swallowed down his shattered emotions, needing to at least attempt to leave
without tipping Jared off. Ignoring the still shell-shocked man in front of
him, he left quietly, back still straight, head held high. He followed the
sounds of joyful laughter, easily picking out Jared’s sunny chuckle, even as it
was like a dagger to the heart.
He pasted on a smile that felt more fake than a seven-dollar bill, and woodenly
addressed Mrs. Padalecki.
“I’m so sorry, Mam, but something has come up and I don’t think I can stay for
dinner. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience.”
“Oh, no!” Sherry frowned, concern swamping her face. “Is everything okay?” She
looked dubious, and more than a little upset, and Jensen wondered whether there
was any point in trying to excuse himself and seem normal while doing it.
But it was the look of alarm on Jared’s face, the sheer panic he saw there,
that told him that he hadnt succeeded in his intent.
Jared was in front of him in an instant, disregarding the presence of his
family as he cupped Jensen’s face in his big palms. “What’s wrong, baby, what
happened?” he murmured urgently. “Tell me, please…”
“I’m okay,” Jensen protested in a choked off voice, trying valiantly to
maintain his emotionless mask. He pulled away from Jared’s grasp, and the look
of hurt in his mate’s face was almost too much to take.
But he had to protect Jared.
“I need to…I have to leave now,” he whispered, his chest constricting
painfully.
“Let me take you home, Jen,” Jared tried again. “We can talk on the way, baby…”
“Chris is coming to get me,” Jensen cut him off, and right on time, headlights
lit up through the windows. “I’m so sorry, Jay. Goodbye.” He pressed a kiss to
the hands he was still holding before he ran.
He didn’t look back.
###
~*Jared*~
 
Jared used to think that he’d experienced the worst of panic and fear. The look
in his mate’s eyes? The way he ran away? The way he said goodbye?
Never before, not once, had Jared ever experienced that level of terror.
Because this problem? It couldn’t be fixed by shielding his mate with his body,
or wolfing out and ripping someone’s throat out. Whatever had just happened,
the despair, the fear, the sheer pain, the brokenness he felt over their mating
bond…that wasn’t something physically inflicted. And Jared needed to fix it, he
needed to get his Jensen back into his arms, where he belonged, but fuck, how
do you fix something if you didn’t know how it broke?
The answer was in front of him, and nothing could have stood in his way once he
saw the flash of guilt in his father’s eyes.
“What did you DO?!” he growled viciously, body trembling violently as he fought
the shift. His inner Alpha-Were was beyond recognizing his father, consumed
with the instinct to take out the threat to his precious mate, before tracking
him down. He got up into his father’s personal space, barely cognizant of the
yelps and fearful reprimands of his sister and mother. “What did you do to him,
what did you say?!”
His father growled warningly at him, but he wasn’t in a position to stand down.
His instincts preceded all rational thought at this point, and all that
mattered was the truth. He was just barely keeping himself from doing anything
he might one day regret.
“Jared, please,” his mother was saying, but his father cut her off.
“I merely pointed out to the human that he was too weak to stand by you,
Jared,” he said impassively. “He accepted the truth that he would kill you if
he remained at your side, and he agreed to leave.”
Both his mother and his sister gasped at the revelation, but Jared was too
dazed to react for a few seconds.
Jensen had run off trying to protect him.
Protect him, by staying away from him.
If Jensen thought Jared’s safety was at risk, then he wouldn’t do the job half-
assed, either.
He heard his mate's voice in his mind: You should know that I won’t stop trying
to protect you if it’s in my power.
He would leave. Disappear, so Jared could never find him.
He was going to lose Jensen.
“I’m so sorry, Jay. Goodbye.”
“NO!” he roared, doubling over in agony. He needed to get to Jensen.
He needed to get to Jensen.
He needed to get to Jensen.
The thought consumed him, and he sprinted upstairs, ignoring it as his mother
started yelling at his father. He grabbed the duffel of clothes he hadn’t
bothered to unpack, glad now, for his laziness, and flew back down the stairs,
grabbing his keys off the hallway table.
Wrenching the door open, he ran to his truck, but before he could open his
door, his father was there.
“Jared, listen to me…”
“No!” he growled ferociously. “I have nothing to say to you! I swear to God, if
I lose him because of you…you’re going to lose your second heir, too, and this
one won’t be coming around to visit.”
“You are behaving like a child!” Gerald thundered. “This is why he couldn’t
possibly be your mate, you’re too…”
“Jensen is my mate!” Jared snapped icily. “I don’t care what you think, I’m not
a child, and I know Jensen is mine just as well as I know who I am. Now get out
of my way, before I make you.”
His father’s eyes widened, and Jared took advantage of his momentary shock to
throw his duffel into the truck and hop in. He threw the car into gear and
peeled out of the driveway, the action becoming far too familiar to him.
The road to Jensen’s place passed by in a blur, but it still didn’t feel like
fast enough when he finally reached the face-brick house. He stumbled out of
the car and threw open Jensen’s front door desperately, only to be met with a
wall of Chris, and subsequently shoved against the wall.
“How the hell could you let this happen?” the long-haired alpha growled. “If
Jensen was really…”
And it was just the start of that sentence that was the last straw for Jared.
He flipped them around easily, the strength of the pack Alpha outweighing
everything, and shoved Chris none-too-gently face-first into the wall. “Don’t
you dare!” he snarled. “If one more fucking person even insinuates that Jensen
is not my mate, there will be blood.”
“I was going to say that if Jensen was really smart, he’d let me kick your ass
for not being there for him,” Chris grumbled, sounding a little less homicidal
and a little more controlled.
“Jared!”
Jensen’s voice was really the only thing that could cut through the red haze in
front of him at that moment. Jared looked up to the top of the stairs to see
his mate’s disheveled features, eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying, voice raw
and uneven, cheeks flushed from scrubbing at them.
He’d never looked more beautiful.
He let Chris go and took the stairs two at a time to get to Jensen. He threw
his arms around his mate and pulled him unforgivingly tight into his body,
taking a huge, shuddering breath as he did.
God, he could finally breathe again.
###
~*Jensen*~
 
It was like he could finally breathe again.
Which was ironic, considering that Jared was crushing him so tightly, he
couldn’t really breathe very well, but it sure as hell was better than the
devastated, shattered feeling that he’d had leaving the Padalecki’s house half
an hour earlier.
Jared’s gasping, muted tears brought him back to his body, and he gestured to
Chris to leave. His best friend nodded once, and Jensen sank down to sit on the
top step, taking Jared with him. His own tears ran rampantly down his cheeks,
and he rocked them both back and forth in an attempt to comfort.
“I’m here, Jay, I’ve got you…I’ve got you.”
“Don’t you do that to me again, don’t you leave me,” Jared demanded roughly,
pulling back and boring his eyes intensely into Jensen’s. “I don’t care what
everyone else says,” he overrode Jensen before he could try to refute Jared’s
plea.
“You can’t say that, Jay,” Jensen spoke gently, even as the thoughts made his
heart break. “You’re Pack Alpha. You have so many wolves depending on you. I
can’t be the reason that they end up dead…or worse, that you end up dead.”
“You don’t get it, baby,” Jared shook his head. “You. Are. My. Mate. Nothing in
the world means as much to me as you do. I would give up the pack, my title, my
family, for you. I would give it all up in a heartbeat if it was a choice
between them and you. My father was stupid enough to underestimate my mating
bond with you, or he wouldn’t have pulled a stunt like he did today, because he
knows as well as I do that once a wolf finds his mate, there’s nothing he
wouldn’t do to keep them. You’re my family, now, Jen,” he said steadily,
bringing tears to Jensen’s eyes. “There’s nothing in the world I would choose
over you. Without you, I’d be better off dead.”
There was little else he could do besides crawling into Jared’s lap and kissing
him for all that he was worth.
Jared kissed him back with equal fervor, hands quickly finding their way
underneath his shirt and into his jeans as Jared cupped his ass and ran his
fingers over his taut back. Jensen keened, rocking downwards into Jared’s
quickly-hardening crotch. Jared growled, and the sound made the hair at the
back of his neck stand on end. Without warning, Jared stood, taking Jensen with
him, and walked to his room, not once taking his lips off Jensen’s.
Instead of throwing him on to the bed like he normally did, Jared went with him
this time, almost like he couldn’t stand to be separated from him for that
short time.
Covering Jensen with his big body, Jared began trailing kisses down his neck,
sucking at his pulse point unforgivingly until Jensen was sure there would be a
vivid mark there. With the flick of his wrist, Jared ripped open his shirt, and
at that point, Jensen was too turned on to care. His boyfriend teased him
relentlessly, suckling at his tender nipples and laving over the hard nubs with
his tongue, leaving biting hickies all over his torso, before finally swiping
his tongue half a centimeter below the waistband of Jensen’s tented jeans.
Jensen almost came off the bed, mewling desperately as Jared ripped his jeans
and his boxer shorts off in one fluid motion. He looked at his boyfriend and
mate from underneath desire-lidded eyes, noting that somewhere along the line,
Jared had lost his shirt and jeans too.
Jared kissed him again, but there was less of an edge this time. it was soft,
sweet, and it calmed his raging desire for a moment, before turning it into a
raging inferno once more.
Jared looked at him, hazel eyes blown almost black with want.
“I want you, Jen,” he growled roughly. “I need you, baby, I need to have you.
Can I? Please?”
There was really only one answer to that.
“Fuck yes.”
###
Chapter End Notes
     *Evil laughter* I couldn't resist one more tease! But yes, the next
     chapter will be the much anticipated smut!
     I sincerely apologize for the lack of wolf cuddling; I know I
     promised it to many readers, but this chapter got super long, so
     instead, it will all be in the next chapter! Cross my heart!
     Hope y'all enjoyed! <3
     JayGirl
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Chapter Notes
     Finally! I'm so sorry for the long wait! It was my birthday last
     Thursday :-) So between that, prepping for finals, and writing the
     most difficult chapter yet, I was late!
     It took a crap-load of rewrites, and finally, I'm deciding to just go
     for it. This is my first time writing slash, and my second time
     writing smut, so bear with me if it's awful!
     To all my terrific readers, I love you all so much. You truly humble
     me, and I hope I didn't disappoint with this chapter! Special shout
     to j2_is_life, a reader that started this journey with me when I had
     3 comments and about 7 kudos. I miss you hon! Hope you're well!
     Enjoy!
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~*Jared*~
 
“Fuck yes.”
Jared growled at the ready submission. His mate was utterly beautiful, spread
out under him, naked and writhing, panting and flushed with desire, green eyes
blown black with unadulterated lust, even as they managed to shine with a love
paralleled only by the light of a thousand suns.
Jared must have saved a God in his past life to have deserved the angelic piece
of perfection that was his Jensen.
His cock strained against his boxers, but he ignored it as best he could, not
wanting to ruin the sanctity of the moment by taking Jensen hard and rough.
There would be time for that later. Right now? Jared had come closer to losing
his love than any other time, and not by anyone else’s hand, but by a weapon
more powerful than that; words. His father had manipulated his mate in the only
way he could, and Jared was not blind to the miracle that Jensen hadn’t left
before he got to him. Now was the time to treasure, to cherish, to revel. Now
was the time…to take his time.
He lowered his weight on to his forearms, which were bracketing Jensen’s
flushed body, lining their bodies up without pressing too hard on to his sweet,
little mate. Jensen moaned, a broken sound at the back of his throat that made
Jared’s head spin and his cock twitch demandingly. Leaning down, he caught
cherry, plump lips into a long and sensual kiss that spoke of passion and
desire and love and devotion. He explored the hot, wet cavern of Jensen’s
mouth, swallowing his mumbled pleas and groans.
Finally, when breathing became a problem, Jared sat up and straddled Jensen’s
legs, being sure to line their cocks up. He ground down slowly, and there was
something distinctly sensational about feeling his mate’s hot length dragging
over the material of his boxers and seeping into his own flesh. Jensen seemed
to agree, if the drawn-out moan was anything to go by.
Smirking, Jared leaned down and without preamble, took one dusky pink nipple
into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled relentlessly while his fingers tweaked
and twisted Jensen’s other nipple, humming around the hard nub when Jensen
whimpered at the sensations and wound his hands in Jared’s hair. After a few
minutes of enjoying the salty-sweet tang that was pure Jensen, Jared switched
over, laving the other nub with the same attention, getting it to a hard peak
before flicking his tongue teasingly over it and straightening, grinding down
on to Jensen with the same motion.
“Tease,” Jensen half-whimpered, half-groaned. “Fucking touch me already, Jay,
please…”
“I’m gonna touch, Jen,” Jared promised in a dark voice, roughened with lust.
“I’m gonna touch,” he punctuated the words with a flick to each of Jensen’s
sensitive nipples, “I’m gonna play,” he leaned down to lick Jensen’s pulse
point, “and I’m gonna claim.” He wrapped a large hand around Jensen’s hot dick,
pumping twice and holding his mate’s hips down with the other hand as Jensen
bucked wildly with a muted yell. “I’m gonna claim you, baby, because you’re
mine,” Jared growled. “Gonna mark you up and make you mine, show everyone that
you’re mine.”
“Only yours,” Jensen garbled nonsensically, head thrown back and back arching
into Jared’s talented hands. “Only ever yours, Jay.”
“Yes.” Jared hissed, swooping back down to latch on to Jensen’s exposed throat,
sucking hard and unforgivingly until blood flooded to the surface. His mark.
His claim.
“Need you, Jay,” Jensen moaned. “Need you inside me. Fucking now, Jay.”
“I got you, baby,” Jared assured his beautiful mate. “Gonna fuck you into the
matress, Jen, gonna fill you up so good…you want that, baby?”
“God, Jay, yes,” Jensen keened, strong fingers reaching up to grip Jared’s
shoulders, holding him in place as Jensen surged his hips upwards, brushing
their groins together. Jared threw his head back and groaned at the sensations,
hastily pulling off his own boxers too; he needed to feel skin-on-skin.
Jensen opened up eagerly for him, and he hummed in satisfaction as he slotted
himself between his mate’s legs. They both groaned loudly at the first touch of
their hot lengths, Jensen’s breath coming out in sharp bursts over Jared’s
face. He leaned down to kiss possessively at Jensen’s throat, desire roaring
through his body and leaving him flushed and yearning.
He drifted his head down and latched on to Jensen’s left nipple once more,
distracting Jensen as he moved his long fingers down past Jensen’s heavy balls
to travel the length of his ass. He probed teasingly at Jensen’s tight opening,
humming around the nipple he was suckling when Jensen arched his back in
pleasure.
He circled Jensen’s rim slowly, wanting to push in and feel his mate’s most
intimate entrance, but not willing to hurt his precious Jensen either. He
pulled away, grinning wolfishly at the whimper of protest this was met with.
“Don’t want to hurt you, baby boy,” Jared rumbled, rocking his hips into Jensen
as he spoke and reveling in the breathy gasp that tore from his boyfriend’s
throat. “Need to…”
“Bedside drawer,” Jensen gasped out. Jared reached over and growled low in his
chest when he pulled out the lube that was already a quarter the way through.
“Who, Jen?” he demanded, jealousy roaring through him, painting his vision with
crimson.
Jensen rolled his eyes, not seeming the least bit intimidated by Jared’s
outburst. “No one,” he drawled lowly. “You’ll be my first. I used the lube by
myself.”
“Fuck!” Jared growled at the pictures this presented in his mind; Jensen’s head
thrown back in ecstasy, body arched as he pushed his fingers into himself…”Did
you think of me when you did it?” Jared demanded, gripping Jensen’s cock and
stripping it quickly, making Jensen buck off the bed. “Do you imagine it was my
fingers in your tight little hole? Did you want it to be my cock? Did you
scream my name when you came?”
“Yes!” Jensen hissed, gripping Jared’s shoulders hard enough to bruise, but
damn if that didn’t just turn him on even more. “I wanted you, Jay, just like
that. I want you inside me, I want to feel you. No glove; I trust you.”
“Jesus, fuck, baby,” Jared growled again, stroking Jensen’s cock once more
before pulling away to coat a finger with lube. He rubbed the slickened digit
teasingly over Jen’s twitching hole, grinning when his mate hissed slightly at
the cold gel. Slowly, he pushed the finger in, moving inch by inch until he was
in knuckle-deep. Jensen’s was keening above him, and Jared leaned down to nip
and bite and suck at the tender flesh of Jensen’s inner thighs, in an attempt
to take his mind off the stretch. “Easy, baby,” he soothed roughly. “Easy, Jen.
I gotcha…just relax baby, just let me in…”
Jensen’s choppy breathing didn’t abate, but he did as Jared asked, relaxing
around the finger inside him and moaning deliciously when Jared began to drag
his finger in and out. He leaned back only for a second, to coat two fingers
with lube now, and as he slid both fingers in, the passage was a lot smoother
as Jensen forced himself to relax against the stretch. Jared ducked down and
tongued insistently at the juncture between his fingers, even nibbling at
Jensen’s stretched rim for a little bit while Jensen babbled incoherently at
the onslaught of sensation. As much as Jared could happily continue to rim his
pretty mate for hours on end, his cock had other ideas.
Scissoring his fingers, he began to work his beautiful, writhing boyfriend
open, whispering a continuous litany of praises; streams of ‘so good for me’
and ‘fucking gorgeous’ and ‘that’s it, baby boy, take me’. It seemed every word
only fuelled his mate’s urgency, and Jared leaned down as he wriggled three
fingers in, to whisper against Jensen’s ear.
“So fucking good for me, baby,” he growled low, making sure his lips brushed
against the sensitive skin of Jensen’s ear. “So fucking responsive. You’re all
mine, aren’t you baby boy? You’re my pretty little mate, my pretty baby.”
“Fucking…Jay…” Jensen cried, his voice wrecked as he screwed his eyes shut,
trying to rock into Jared’s pumping fingers. “Fuck me already, Jay, I need to
feel you.”
“I gotcha, Jen,” he soothed once more, curling his fingers experimentally,
trying to find the bundle of nerves that would get his mate seeing stars.
Jensen bucked with a choked off cry and Jared grinned in triumph as he found
it. Rubbing his fingers insistently over his sweet spot, Jared whispered
filthily into Jensen’s ear. “Feel that, baby? Like that?”
Jensen was too far gone to answer, shoving himself desperately down on to
Jared’s fingers. He keened and surged forward to bite down on the tendons in
Jared’s shoulder, and that combined with the sight of his stunning mate so
utterly debauched was Jared final undoing.
“Can’t hold off, baby, need to be inside you,” he rumbled.
“Come on, Jay,” Jensen whined. “Come on, fuck me, fill me up, Jay. Please.”
So came the begging, and so went the final shred of Jared’s control.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
If Jensen would have known that begging would have gotten him to where he
wanted to be faster, he would have been fucking pleading the minute Jared
ripped off his clothes.
His boyfriend growled, lifting him with his hands under his thighs until his
cock was pressed up against Jensen’s entrance.
Fuck, but Jared was fucking huge.
Jensen thought he ought to feel a little apprehensive at the thought that the
first cock in his ass was going to be as fucking proportional as the man
pushing it in, but instead, all he felt was hunger and desire and raging lust.
He knew Jared would never hurt him, and he trusted that.
Rocking his hips back an inch, he stared up at Jared’s beautiful face. His
normally sparkling eyes were black with desire, even as stubborn, leftover
tears clung to his lashes. Jensen’s heart hurt at the sight, and he reached up
to cradle Jared’s face with his palm, thumbing away the offending moisture.
Jared’s whole face softened, and from the burning urgency now emerged a more
fervent, but quieter desire to mate.
Slowly, Jared pushed forward, whispering words of love and comfort as Jensen
unconsciously tensed at the burning intrusion. “Come on, baby,” Jared almost
cooed, “I got ya…trust me…there you go, you’re so fucking good for me, baby
boy.”
Focusing on Jared’s whiskey drawl, Jensen made himself relax, and it wasn’t
until Jared tenderly kissed both his eyelids that he realized he’d closed his
eyes.
“Open up, baby boy, let me see those beautiful green eyes.”
Jensen took a deep breath and did as Jared asked, tears building and throat
twisting at the look of sheer, unadulterated love on his boyfriend’s face.
Jared shushed him, pressing loving kisses over his throat and face as he did.
“Don’t cry, baby, I love you so much…I won’t move until you’re ready, Jen, I
promise.”
Jensen took in a shuddering breath, infernal desire blazing hot from deep
within him as he adjusted to the feel of Jared inside him. He rocked
experimentally, and the burning and stretching sensation gradually dulled in
the face of the mind-numbing pleasure.
Jared groaned deeply above him. “Look so fucking good on my cock, baby, you fit
so perfectly around me. Fucking made for me, Jen…take me so good…”
“Move, Jay,” Jensen gasped out, feeling like he would go mad with desire if
Jared didn’t fuck him right the fuck now. “Fuck me.”
Jared pulled out slowly, before pushing all the way back in, gradually building
up a faster pace as he moved, Jensen moaning and writhing underneath him. “So
big,” Jensen keened, at the same time that Jared moaned,
“So tight.”
Jared was more or less pounding him into the mattress by now, any facsimile of
restraint lost in their passion. A breathy, punched out "Ah, ah, ah," fell from
Jensen’s lips as he hung on to Jared, letting his boyfriend take him, claim
him. Jared shifted to the right suddenly, and slammed back in, hitting his
prostate dead-on, making Jensen scream in pleasure.
“More, Jay,” he begged. “Please, Jay, harder, please, faster, Jay…”
“Mine!” Jared growled roughly, continuing to jackhammer into him even as he
leaned down and caught the side of Jensen’s throat in a punishing bite, not
enough to draw blood, just enough to mark.
Jared reached between them with his hands, one big, hot, rough palm beginning
to jack his cock in time with Jared’s thrusts. The dual sensation of Jared’s
hand on him, and his cock slamming into his prostate, and Jensen was sure he
wasn’t going to last long.
“Jay, I need…” he pleaded, not even sure anymore what he was asking for. “I
need, please…I…”
Apparently, Jared knew.
“That’s it baby boy,” Jared growled, “that’s it, let go…come on…let go, baby,
come…come for me.”
Damn if he could refuse that command.
With a muted scream, Jensen threw back his head and came hard. White sparked
across his vision as his cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of come between
their sweaty bodies. Jared stroked him through his orgasm and continued to fuck
him, muttering lowly; “So good, baby boy, you moan so pretty for me…fuck, Jen,
so fucking hot, so pretty…”
Jensen lifted his ass slightly, mustering up the energy to try to get Jared
there. Something began to catch on his sensitive rim, making him whimper
slightly.
“Shh, baby, just my knot,” Jared soothed, in time with his pounding. “Gonna
knot you up so good, baby boy, gonna be tied together for hours filling you all
the way up with my come.”
“Fuck!” Jensen swore as his spent cock twitched with renewed interest at the
idea. How the fuck did that turn him on?
Jared reached for his over-sensitive cock again, stripping it relentlessly.
“Ngh,” Jensen whimpered, even as his cock began, impossibly, to harden once
more. “Fuck, Jared…”
“Come on, baby, you can do it,” Jared murmured, slowing for one torturous
moment to roll his hips teasingly, brushing over every inch of him and pushing
the massive knot further into him. “Let me get you there.”
When Jared’s impossibly huge knot finally sank into him, Jensen let out a
strangled moan, as it kept rubbing at the perfect angle against his prostate.
He was on the edge, he knew, and he wanted Jared to get there with him.
Looking at his boyfriend from underneath lowered lashes, Jensen reached a hand
between them and pressed his finger against his tautly stretched rim, so that
each of Jared’s thrusts scraped his finger against Jared’s knot. Dropping his
voice an octave, he murmured, “I want you to come inside me, Jay…Alpha.”
As he suspected, calling Jared that had his boyfriend done for.
With a broken growl, Jared surged down and sucked the skin just below Jensen’s
pec into his mouth, to muffle his scream as he came hard, painting his insides
with hot, sticky come. Jensen’s release pulsed through him at the feel of
Jared’s knot locking them together, and his mouth opened in a silent ‘o’ of
ecstasy.
Jared collapsed on top of him, still keeping most of his weight on his forearms
as he caught his breath. Jensen hung on to him for dear life, calming his own
frantically beating heart as he pressed his palms over Jared’s chest, just
above his heart.
The rapid thumping underneath his palms was as perfect as the feel of Jared
pulsing into him.
“We’re…”
“…Mated,” Jared whispered reverentially, catching his lips in a tender kiss.
“Finally,” he spoke against Jensen’s lips. “Finally, you’re mine in every way,
mo chroi, and I’m yours.”
Jensen shuddered, rocking his hips with a pleased groan. “I…like the sound of
that,” he finally responded, breathlessly. Jared nodded, pressing chaste kisses
all over the vivid marks he’d sucked into Jensen’s throat.
“Me too, baby,” he murmured. Jared placed his hand over Jensen’s heart,
mirroring the green-eyed boy’s own position. “Even our hearts’ beats have
synced up, Jen.”
Jensen nodded shakily, a single tear snaking down his cheek as their world
became suspended in that moment of utter perfection.
His boyfriend shifted them around so he was spooning Jensen, bodies still
locked together by Jared’s knot. He nestled into the familiar comfort of strong
arms, feeling fatigue catching up on him.
“Sleep, baby,” he heard Jared murmur against his ear. “We can talk in the
morning.”
Jensen slept.
###
Something was burning.
That was the first coherent thought that filtered through Jensen’s foggy mind
as he stirred to consciousness. He sat up, wincing at the dull throb in his
ass, and noting the glaring absence of his boyfriend. Every inch of his body
was achy in the best way, but Jensen decided that basking in the feelings would
have to come underneath whatever was burning, on his list of priorities.
Grabbing his sweats from the floor, he yanked them on, clenching his teeth
against his body’s vehement protests, and ran down the stairs. Skidding to a
stop at the kitchen, Jensen took in the sight of his shirtless boyfriend, in
the middle of the room, looking slack-jawed at the charring mess on the stove
and in the toaster, seeming frozen and unable to decide which problem to react
to first.
If the pan wasn’t about to erupt into bright, orange flames, Jensen might have
taken a moment to laugh.
Instead, he grabbed a dish cloth and quickly snatched up the burning frying
pan, wrinkling his nose at the blackened mass that seemed to be eggs that was
clinging to the cast iron. Quickly, he opened the back door and deposited the
pan on the porch, before darting back and flipping the switch on the toaster
that forced it to short circuit. Gingerly, he fished out the unidentifiable
lumps of used-to-be-bread and dumped them with the ruined eggs before throwing
open all the windows and both the doors to try and get rid of the smoke.
Jared was still in the same position, and Jensen worried about smoke
inhalation. It was barely a light cloud of smoke, but did the smoke effect
Jared more severely because of his heightened senses?
Gently, he pulled his boyfriend’s arm and sat him down on the couch in the
living room, away from the destruction zone. He leant down between Jared’s legs
and cupped his face, gently slapping.
“Jay?” he called in a soothing, low voice. “You okay?” His boyfriend blinked
and Jensen sighed in relief.
Jared’s mouth twisted into a pout. “I was trying to make you breakfast.”
And his voice was so small, and his pout, so childlike, that Jensen just had to
dissolve into laughter.
Jared didn’t see it that way. “Don’t laugh at me!” he groused, huffing. “I was
trying to be a good boyfriend.”
“I’m…sor…sorry,” Jensen gasped out between giggles, taking Jared’s hands in his
own to stop him from stomping off. “I’m sorry, Jay,” he said finally, getting
his laughter under control. He grinned fondly at the boy in front of him,
lifting a hand to instinctively push Jared’s hair back away from his eyes.
“You’re just so adorable.”
Jared considered this for a moment, but apparently, the apology was enough,
because a rueful smile to the place of his frown. “You made it look easier than
it actually was.”
Jensen smother his laughter. “I’ve been doing the kitchen and cooking thing
since I was 9, Jay,” he reminded him softly, smiling. “You should be more
careful. What if the smoke had hurt you, or if it burst into flames?”
Jared shrugged, aiming puppy-dog eyes at him. “I wanted to do something for
you.”
Jensen went from laughing to fighting back tears in the blink of an eyes. He
nodded jerkily, leaning forward to press his lips to Jared’s temple. “I know,
babe.”
Jared reached down and lifted Jensen on to his lap, where the green-eyed boy
happily curled up. “We have to talk about last night, baby.”
“I know,” Jensen repeated with a sigh. “Let’s take this back up to bed.”
Jared grinned suddenly, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Without warning, he
lifted Jensen and threw him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Jensen
huffed in surprise, before struggling pointlessly. “Let me down, you overgrown
puppy,” he laughed. “I’m having a sense of déjà vu here.” Jared slapped his ass
suddenly, soundly. Jensen yelped and squirmed, turning beet red. “What the
actual fuck, Jay?!”
His boyfriend smirked. “Had to make it different to last time.”
“Jerk.”
Once again, instead of throwing him, Jared flopped on to the bed with him.
Cuddling up close to him, Jensen wrapped his arms around Jared’s neck as Jared
wound his around his waist. “Baby, can you tell me what happened with my dad?”
Jensen bit his lip, not wanting to hurt Jared by relaying the details of the
conversation. “He asked me to leave you alone,” Jensen answered simply. “Said I
was too weak and that I was putting you in danger.”
But it seemed even the watered down version had his boyfriend on edge. “He
thinks you’re not my mate.”
“Yes.” Jensen saw no point in denying that much. “He thinks you’re just lusting
after my fine ass,” Jensen grinned, trying to diffuse his boyfriend’s tension.
It had the opposite effect.
“So does the rest of the fucking world,” Jared growled, his grip on Jensen’s
hips tightening marginally. Jensen tried again.
“They don’t know,” he dead-panned, “that you’re really just lusting after my
lasagna.”
Jared burst into surprised laughter, tension draining from him with every
chuckle. Jensen grinned in relief, hating to see his mate that upset. Jared
pressed their lips together in a lingering kiss, and Jensen tried to map out
every ridge to remember. “You’re amazing, baby,” Jared smiled softly.
Jensen continued to rub absently at the knots in Jared’s neck, unconsciously
soothing before he spoke. “Jay…you have to be totally honest with me and with
yourself right now…having me as a human mate…will that put you and the pack in
danger?”
One his mate’s giant hands lifted to cup his face, thumb rubbing gently against
the lower line of his jaw. He leaned forward to drop an open-mouthed kiss
against Jensen’s jaw bone before answering. “No, mo chroi.” Jensen’s heart
stuttered with relief. “You at my side will make us no more vulnerable than you
not at my side. Hell, with you by my side, I’d say we have an even better
standing. You make me stronger, Jen,” he nuzzled Jensen’s throat. “You make me
smarter. Quicker. Better.”
Damn the smoke downstairs for making his eyes tear up.
“You make me better too, Jay,” he admitted roughly.
“So don’t you ever leave me the way you did yesterday,” Jared pleaded in a tiny
voice. “Don’t you do that to me again. I love you so fucking much for thinking
about me and my pack like that, for wanting to protect us…but I can’t lose you,
Jensen. That’s something I know I can’t survive, and I wouldn’t want to. You
can’t ever think that I could just go back to the way things were without
you…you’ve given my life meaning now, Jen. It’s like I was spending my whole
life in shades of black and white, and then you came along, and it was just the
massive burst of technicolor. And I can’t ever go back to the dullness again.”
Jensen was blatantly crying now, and he hid his face in Jared’s chest to regain
some control. When finally he could move back, Jared butted his nose against
Jensen’s, prompting a response. He looked up at the warm and loving hazel eyes
boring down on him, and he nodded slowly. He hadn’t seen it like that before,
so caught up was he in the awful possibility of Jared getting hurt.
“You’re my technicolor too, Jay,” he mumbled shyly. “No more running. I
promise. We stay and talk things out. Together.”
“Agreed,” Jared whispered, leaning down and beginning to nibble on his ear
lobe.
“Jay…”
“We forgot a very important part of all this, baby,” Jared growled, the change
in voice making Jensen’s cock twitch.
“What?”
“The morning sex.”
###
“I wanna take you somewhere.”
Jensen laughed breathlessly, snuggling back into his boyfriend with a contented
hum. “We’re still knotted,” he pointed out, rocking his hips teasingly and
moaning with Jared as the movement made Jared’s knot slightly harder. “And we
have to go to school. We’ve already missed our first class. Probably gonna miss
the next two as well.”
“Let’s skip school,” Jared wheedled. “We’ll spend the whole day cuddling.”
“I thought you wanted to take me somewhere?” Jensen shot back with a grin.
Jared nodded, without missing a beat. “We can cuddle where I wanna take you.”
Jensen laughed. In truth, the idea seemed oddly appealing…no people to worry
about, no one trying to break them up or tear them apart, no looking over their
shoulders…
Jared buried his face in Jensen’s neck, nibbling on the bright purple marks
that decorated his pale skin. “Forget the worlds with me, baby,” he purred
huskily. “Let’s take this stitch in time and make it ours. Just ours. Something
no one else will be able to touch or take away from us.”
Well, when you put it that way…
What’s one day of school?
 
~*Jared*~
 
“What made you stay?”
Jensen glanced at him, taking his eyes away from the scenery outside the
window. He squeezed their entwined hands, shooting Jared a curious look.
“You were going to skip town last night,” Jared clarified quietly. “I know you,
Jen. What made you stay?” The question had been in his head since last night,
and for some reason, he needed to know.
Jensen huffed a tiny laugh, shaking his head. “Believe it or not, Chris told me
not to.”
“Chris?!” Jared wasn’t proud of the several octaves his voice had jumped.
Jen nodded, humming in confirmation. “He convinced me saying that he knew about
mating than I did, and that it would break you if I left.”
“It would have.” That was something Jared didn’t even need to question.
Jensen tugged at his arm and he looked down at his mate to meet beseeching
green orbs. “You cant let it, Jay. If, God forbid, something happens…”
“Nothing will happen!”
“…then you need to keep going,” Jensen overrode his vehement interruption,
speaking passionately. “Your life…it’s defined by so much more than just me.
Your family, your pack…you need to keep going. The world isn’t…right, without
you.”
“And you don’t think I feel the same about you?” Jared demanded. Jensen took
the harsh tone in stride, not even blinking.
“I know you do,” his mate’s voice was far too calm. “But there’s too much
waiting for you in life, for you to stop living.”
Jared sighed, his chest constricting. What could he possibly do to explain to
Jensen something that he wasn’t even sure he understood?
“What do you think would happen to the moon if the sun fell out of orbit?” he
asked quietly. Jensen arched his eyebrow curiously.
“Theoretically? Nothing would exist at all if the sun fell out of orbit. The
moon would be pointless.”
Jared waited a beat, until Jensen cottoned on to what he was saying.
His mate didn’t disappoint. “Jared, I’m not…”
“You are,” he interrupted firmly. At the sound of his quiet, steady voice,
Jensen stopped; the unyielding, low timbre had a greater effect on his mate
than the shouting did. “I wish there was a way to describe how I feel about
you. How much I love you. But there isn’t, there isn’t any metaphor that would
encompass all that love. Even the sun and the moon doesn’t do it justice. But
just so you have an inkling, that’s what you are to me. And I know that’s what
I am to you, too. That’s the mating bond. It’s the inherent connection between
us as soul-mates, whose counterpoint in found in one another.” He shook his
head as the unspeakable possibility reared its head, made him want to gag and
scream. “If something were to…” he swallowed hard, trying to fight back his
growing nausea at the idea, “then I wouldn’t have the will to keep on. I’m not
trying to scare you, it’s just a matter of fact. I’d be pointless.”
Jensen pulled their intertwined hands to press little kisses all over his
knuckles. When he felt the first droplet of moisture hit the back of his hand,
he immediately pulled over. Gathering Jensen in his arms, he pulled his mate to
settle him on his lap, as he’d done so many times before. Jensen straddled him,
burying his face in Jared’s neck and allowing him to quietly soothe.
Jared took comfort in the joint rhythm of their beating hearts. It was the same
as every other time he’d held Jensen like this, but at the same time, it was
wholly different. They were mated now, Jared thrilled in the distinct
difference. They belonged to each other, mind, body, heart and soul. Mother
Luna herself, Jared decided, wouldn’t be able to spare anyone who tried to
separate them now.
Looking out the window, he saw the almost hidden dirt path he’d needed to take
just a few feet away. Jensen pulled back, following his gaze.
His mate cleared his throat. “Is that where you wanted to take me?” he asked
softly.
“Mm…” Jared nodded, closing his eyes as Jensen began to absently card his hand
through Jared’s hair. “Are you up to a walk, baby?”
Jensen hummed his assent, and Jared opened his door, gently lifting Jensen out
before hopping out himself. Linking their hands together, he pulled his mate
flush against his side and began to lope quietly to the entrance.
To Jensen’s credit, he didn’t once ask where Jared was taking him, seeming
content to simply soak in the scenery and the feel of being pressed together.
Only when the big cottage finally came into view, did Jensen interrupt the
silence.
“Jay, where are we?” he wrinkled his nose. “I don’t think we have the right
kind of relationship to be stumbling over a house made of candy in the middle
of the woods.”
Jared chuckled fondly, producing a small wrought-iron key from his jeans
pocket. “We’re home,” he said simply.
Jensen stopped in his tracks, looking up at Jared in bafflement and a fair
amount of concern. “What are you talking about, Jay?”
“My grandparents…the Pack Alpha before my dad and his mate…they stayed here.
Pops left the place to me when they passed away,” Jared explained. “He said I
should bring my mate here when I find him or her. So I did.”
Jensen’s breath caught, and he drank in the sight of the house with renewed
appreciation. Jared was surprised to see the blue orchids along the edge of the
cottage still alive and tame, adding to Jensen’s perception of it being a house
straight out of a fairytale.
The cottage looked none the worse for wear, considering that it hadn’t been
used in over a decade. The cornflower blue paint on the door was pealing a
little, and the windows were layered with a sheet of dust, and the chains on
the tree swing was completely rusted out, but other than that, it was just like
Jared remembered it.
Ever since that first day in chemistry, when Jensen had fallen straight into
the protective bracket of his arms, Jared had known that he wanted to bring him
here. After everything they’d been through, the thought had taken residence at
the back of his mind, but this morning, mated and bonded together in the most
intimate way…there was nothing else he could think about.
“It needs some TLC,” he murmured. “And I know we have college to go before we
move in to settle, but I wanted you to know…when I think about the future,
about our future? This is what I see. You and me, here, together. The details
don’t matter. As long as we’re together.”
He held out the small key to Jensen, and his mate didn’t even seem to hesitate
before locking their eyes together and accepting. Jared let out a breath he
didn’t know he’d been holding, realizing at that moment that Jensen could
easily have freaked out at the gesture of commitment.
Likely sensing his thoughts, Jensen grabbed both his hands and pulled him to
one of the trees surrounding the cottage. At the base, the tree’s trunk had a
deep groove, almost as though it had accommodated a place to sit. Jensen
settled himself comfortably in the nook, pulling Jared down with him.
Jared stretched over the grass with his head in Jensen’s lap, closing his eyes
as Jensen played with his hair once more. The weight of the moment dissolved
into calm serenity, and Jared felt every fear and doubt that plagued his mind
drift away, with every brush of Jensen’s fingers against his scalp.
“What’s your favorite memory of this place?”
Jensen’s voice drifted over him and Jared didn’t open his eyes as he answered
promptly. “My Pops had an old ’67 Chevy,” Jared reminisced. “An Impala. When I
was a cub, if I was afraid or if I couldn’t sleep, he’d take me out and sit
with me in the front, turn on the engine and just let it idle. The purr of the
engine always lulled me to sleep, and he’d stay out there for hours with me
until I was asleep, then I’d always wake up in the morning in my own bed.”
“Your Grandfather had a ’67 Impala?” Jensen’s voice was saturated with wonder.
“That car is a thing of sheer beauty.”
“It’s out back,” Jared mumbled. “It doesn’t run anymore though.” He chuckled
ruefully. “I remember crying the entire day when it finally broke down.”
Jensen aww'ed quietly, continuing to pet him fondly. Jared opened his eyes
slowly, peering up at his mate. “What’s your favorite childhood memory?”
Jensen pondered the question for a moment before smiling. “When I was seven,
Jody told me that I was adopted and that night, I had a nightmare about the car
crash. I was just starting to wonder about my real parents and whether Jody and
Eric would leave me eventually, because I wasn’t theirs, and all that
amalgamated and I woke up screaming and crying.”
Jared arched his eyebrow. “How is that…”
“Let me finish,” Jensen chided with a grin. “Jody came to my room and cuddled
me and rocked me till I fell asleep, and when I woke up in the morning, she was
still there, in my little racecar bed. She told me she’d never leave me alone,
and when I started to cry again, she just hugged me close and started singing
to me.” Jared smiled at the image of a little Jensen, all floppy hair and big
green eyes, in a racecar bed and snuggled close in the loving embrace only moms
seemed to have. “Eric brought me breakfast in bed,” his mate chuckled.
“Chocolate-chip pancakes and chocolate milk. Then they both took the day off
work, let me skip a day of school, and we all just stayed in our PJ’s and
watched movies and played games…it was the single best day I’d ever had.”
Jensen cut his gaze to Jared. “Until I met you.”
Jared smiled and reached up to loop his arms around Jensen’s neck and pull him
into a kiss. He was relishing in the sparks igniting every nerve ending in his
body…
…until his wolfy senses tingled at the warning of someone approaching.
In an instant, Jared had shifted into his lupine form, a massive hazel brown
wolf taking up a protective stance in front of his mate. His muscles coiled, he
sniffed the air and growled at the smell of what was distinctly wolf, but
definitely not pack.
Stand down, Alpha, a female voice wolf-spoke to him. I’m here to see Jensen,
not hurt him.
The words had the opposite effect, and Jared snarled as the wolf came closer,
ignoring Jensen’s frantic questions in favor of blocking his mate with every
inch of his body.
A sand-colored wolf stepped cautiously into their clearing, and he recognized
her as Sophia Bush. Jared tensed even further, wondering if this was some sort
of ambush and dreading their chances if that were the case.
What do you want with my mate, Sophia? He mind-spoke dangerously, a low snarl
ripping through his teeth.
“Soph?” Jensen’s surprised voice shocked Jared. “What are you doing here?”
Jared looked up at his mate in bemusement. “Don’t worry Jay,” Jensen assured
him. “Soph is a friend.”
You can hear her? Jared thought, heart pounding at the startling possibility.
“Of course not,” Jensen snorted, shocking him even more. “I can hear you. You
know that.”
A light breeze could have knocked Jared on his ass just then, so he was
relieved Sophia wasn’t a threat. You can hear me?! He cautiously mind-spoke,
yipping in delight when Jensen nodded. That’s awesome!
“I thought you knew,” Jensen laughed. “You spoke to me all those other times.”
Jared rolled his eyes inwardly. I didn’t think you could hear me. How is this
even possible?
“Seriously, Jay?” Jensen blinked. “You’re asking me?” If Jared could have, he’d
have blushed.
Right. Sorry. I forgot.
“You’re a nut case,” Jensen chuckled fondly. “Hey Soph, you mind shifting?” he
called out. “I can only understand Jared in his wolf form.”
Oh yeah. The Bush she-wolf.
She flitted into the cover of the trees and emerged a second later in shorts
and a sports bra. Jared stayed stubbornly in wolf form, but relented to let her
pass to hug Jensen.
“I tracked you,” she explained ruefully. “I was worried when you left on Friday
and then you didn’t turn up at school today.”
“It was a rough weekend,” Jensen winced. “But thanks for checking on me.”
“Don’t mention it, Jen-Ster,” she winked. “Now that I’ve seen you’re more than
okay,” she waggled her eyebrows playfully and Jared huffed out a chuckle,
warming up to the girl. “I’m gonna leave.”
“You know,” Jensen smiled slyly, “I’m helping an old friend up North start an
eighteen and under club over here and Chris is bailing me out by performing on
the opening night. It’s two weeks from now. You wanna join us?”
Jared smirked at his mate’s attempt at an innocent tone. Chris was gonna go
ape-shit when he heard about this, since the Alpha was sure his packmate had
agreed to no such thing.
“Sure,” Sophia squeaked, blushing. “I’ll see you then.” She shifted and
scurried away, and Jared turned his attention back to Jensen.
Chris is gonna kill you.
“I know,” Jensen wrinkled his nose with a smile. “Which is why you’re coming
with me to tell him.”
Don’t worry, baby, Jared let his tongue loll out playfully. I’ll protect you
from your marshmallow centered big brother.
“That’s another thing,” Jensen huffed as he settled back in his place. “Why am
I the little one? Technically, I’m 24 days older than Chris.”
Jared mentally calculated and took note of his mate’s birthday. Take it up with
Chris.
“You were less annoying when you thought I couldn’t hear you,” Jensen sniffed,
teasing good-naturedly. “Make use of your furry form and come here,” he held
out his hands. “I’m cold.”
Jared beamed, cuddling close and damn near purring when Jensen buried his hands
in his fur. He tenderly licked a stripe up Jensen’s throat, butting against his
mate’s jaw with his muzzle as Jensen laughed.
You really don’t mind my wolf, Jared yipped happily, his Alpha humming in
pleasure as Jensen shifted impossibly closer. He rested his head over Jensen’s
lap as his mate curled into his body.
“I really, really don’t,” Jensen murmured. After a few minutes of petting,
Jensen spoke softly. “You know this isn’t going to last forever Jay. This
peace? Your dad isn’t going to stop, and neither will Jake or Sandy. And
knowing our luck, Adam might try to get me back. Cas told me in his last visit
that Adam was asking after me.”
Jared growled at the confession. Jen’s friend had visited a few weeks ago…and
with the way things were going, Jensen was right to assume that the hits would
keep on coming.
I’ll protect you baby, he promised vehemently, chest burning with protective
rage. I’m never gonna let him hurt you again.
“I know,” Jensen soothed quietly. “Just promise me that, whatever happens,
you’ll remember to protect yourself, too. Nothing would hurt me worse than
seeing you hurt.”
Jared nuzzled his mate’s abdomen, pushing his shirt up. I promise, baby. We’re
going to be okay.
“Just as long as we’re together, right, Jay?” Jared licked lovingly across the
exposed stretch Jensen’s stomach.
Just as long as we’re together, baby. Neither wolf- nor human-world stands a
chance.
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~*Jensen*~
 
Huh, Jensen thought hazily, of all the things trying to take me out, I’d have
never put money on this.
“I’m going to fucking kill you, freckles!”
Jensen flinched inwardly at the shout and quickly ducked behind Jared, punching
the column of his boyfriend’s spine when he chuckled lowly.
“Chris, just listen,” he tried to placate, holding out his hand in a peaceful
gesture. Inwardly, he quickly calculated his chances of getting to Jared’s
truck before Chris caught up with him, and he was forced to conclude that they
weren’t very good.
After lazing the rest of the day at Jared’s grandfather’s- their- cabin, Jensen
had asked Jared to swing by Chris’ place. He wanted to get telling his best
friend about Sophia over and done with, and he knew too that the blue-eyed boy
would have been anxious the entire day without knowing where he was.
Now, he wondered whether it would have been better to call. Thank you kindly,
Hindsight.
“Listen to what?” Chris seethed, coming to a stop in front of Jared and glaring
at him. “How you blatantly disregarded everything I told you, or how you’re
roping me into something I never agreed to, that will likely send the girl I
love running in the opposite direction?”
Jensen’s chest squeezed painfully at the anger in his brother’s tone. “Don’t be
so dramatic,” he replied softly, his arms coming to cross over his chest in a
defensive move he hadn’t even thought about. “You’re an awesome singer, and you
know the band, and you both want to spend time together, y’all are just too
stubborn to set it up yourselves.”
“So you thought you’d just play puppet master and pull the strings, is that
it?” Chris bit off, and this time, Jensen visibly winced. It was an unfair
blow, especially after Chris’ own stunt with the J.A.W Initiative, but what
hurt the most was how Chris seemed to think he was being blasé and callous
about this, when the truth was the furthest thing from it.
The newfound strength of their mating bond showed itself when Jared growled
testily at Chris, his stance becoming protective and vaguely threatening around
Jensen as he sensed the deep hurt in his mate.
“Watch yourself, Kane,” he warned lowly, jaw clenched.
Ignoring Jared, Chris kept steely blue eyes on him. “She’s my mate, and I told
you I didn’t want to hurt her,” he snapped. “I don’t expect you to understand
and appreciate mating, being that you’re just a human, but at least respect
it.”
The funny thing about words are that once they’re out there, they’re there
forever, and nothing you do can take them back.
Chris’ face drained of all its color as he realized what he’d said, and Jensen
jerked backwards, as though he’d been shot. Insurmountable pain crushed his
chest, and while he could usually brush off Chris’ words the few times they
were in anger, this time, after what happened with Jared’s father, it hit a
little too close to home.
He took a shaky step back, unable to mask the raw pain that he knew was
ravaging his features. Jensen managed to retain the state of mind enough to
hold Jared’s arm, knowing that if he let go, the Alpha was likely to
instinctively attack the source of his pain. He swallowed hard, squeezing
Jared’s bicep as his mate began to tremble with restrained anger, stubbornly
avoiding looking at Chris.
“Jensen…” Chris breathed, distraught.
“Take me home, please,” he managed to push the words past his frozen lips,
tugging Jared’s arm and fighting the urge to run. He couldn’t face Chris, not
with the words so raw and fresh between them, without the threat of crumbling
apart. “Please, Jay.”
Chris took a step towards him, regret and pain evident in his face, but for
everything between them, this wasn’t something he could forget easily. “Jensen,
I’m…”
“Back off, Christian,” Jared bit off sharply, his hazel eyes flashing fire. He
swiftly turned around, bundling Jensen in the protective bracket of his arms
before gently ushering him to the truck, murmuring nonsensically under his
breath. The gentleness with which he treated Jensen was a harsh counterpoint to
his attitude towards Chris. “I got you, baby. I’m here, I gotcha.”
Jensen huddled into himself in the truck, staunchly refusing to look at the
spot he knew his best friend was frozen in, remorse and guilt plain as day in
his azure eyes. Damn it, but after all his understanding, Jensen just couldn’t
let go this time. This time, it had gone too far, and this time, forgiveness
would have to wait until the wound wasn’t gaping and gushing.
###
“Josh!”
Jensen bolted upright, the name leaving his lips in a breathy gasp as his heart
pounded rapidly in his chest. He panted, eyes wild, trying to ascertain where
he was and how he got there.
Slowly, the warmth at his back permeated his awareness and slow, soothing
strokes of a big hand convinced him that if anything else, Jared was with him.
Just the knowledge of that, and Jensen calmed down. Leaning back to snuggle
into his boyfriend, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, breathing
a quiet sigh of relief when the murky shapes in front of him began to take
form, and look more like a wardrobe and dresser and desk, than random black
splotches.
He was in his bedroom.
“What happened?” he mumbled fuzzily, unconsciously burrowing closer into the
comforting arms around him.
“You fell asleep in the truck, and I didn’t have the heart to wake you,” Jared
answered, his voice sounding strange. Picking up easily on the change and
feeling some of his mate’s anxiety and anger as a phantom ache in his chest,
Jensen turned in Jared’s arms, allowing his hands to find Jared’s face and
gently cradle it.
“What’s the matter?”
Jared huffed a slight growl. “Who’s Josh?” he demanded, jealousy making him
tighten his grip on Jensen marginally.
Jensen laughed, for the first time since facing Chris. Tenderly, he pressed a
kiss to the corner of Jared’s mouth. “Nothing like what you think,” he assured
his boyfriend, chuckling when Jared immediately relaxed fractionally. “This is
going to sound crazy,” Jensen wrinkled his nose, “but Josh was my imaginary
friend when I was a kid.”
“You have dreams about your imaginary friend?” Jared asked, disbelief coloring
his tone.
Jensen sighed. “I told you it was gonna sound crazy,” he muttered. “I don’t
know what to tell you, Jay. I’ve been dreaming of him since as far back as I
can remember. Gun to my head, I’d say they started when I was around 3?” Jensen
took a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing. “It’s always the same
dream. He’s always around 7 years old, and we’re always in some kind of maze.
And I’m terrified because I can’t find him, and somewhere in the back of mind,
I know that’s not right, because I know Josh would never leave me.” He shook
his head ruefully. “I always wake up calling out for him, because that’s what I
do in the dream, I scream for him, over and over. The only thing I’m sure of,
in my dream, is that Josh protects me, and he loves me, almost like a brother.”
“Did you ever encounter this Josh when you were awake?” Jared asked bemused.
The green-eyed boy shook his head in frustration. “No. Which never made sense
to me since he was supposed to be imaginary.” He blew out his breath in a tired
huff. “I haven’t had that dream in over 7 months.”
Mouthing over Jared’s collar bone, he tried to forget everything but being
there in his boyfriend and lover’s arms. Arousal swept over him, and he rocked
his hips into Jared, gasping when the Alpha growled and promptly slid his hand
down to grope covetously at the curve of his ass.
“Jay…” he moaned softly, biting lightly at the inward curve of Jared’s shoulder
bone. He wanted to forget every fucking thing except Jared and the feel of his
mate inside him. “Want you.”
The muted confession spurred Jared into action, and in one swift motion, he
lifted Jensen and turned on to his back, so that Jensen was straddling him.
Moaning helplessly at the manhandling, which turned him on more than he cared
to admit, Jensen rocked down, pressing their hardening crotches against each
other. Jared’s hands found their way underneath his jeans, and long fingers
were probing against his still-tender hole.
Jensen relished in the feeling, pushing back against Jared’s fingers and
reaching a hand between their bodies to rub the bulge in front of Jared’s
jeans. “Jesus, fuck,” Jared groaned, pushing one finger into him, using the
other hand to hold him apart. “That’s it, baby boy.”
Emboldened, he flicked the button on Jared’s jeans and slipped his hand
underneath the black boxers his boyfriend wore, gently teasing the smooth,
hard, hot length in his hands. In the back of his mind, he wondered why he
never protested all of Jared’s nicknames for him; God knew he only allowed 'JR'
and 'Jen' normally; but for some reason, he found every little endearment made
him love Jared even more, turned him on even more, in ways he couldn’t help but
question.
Leaning down, he nibbled at Jared’s throat, moaning and pushing back wantonly
when Jared slipped a second finger from his other hand alongside the first. He
circled his hips, rubbing their cocks together, rough denim against smooth
boxers. Jared tightened his hold on Jensen’s ass, holding him flush in place,
which Jensen found he wasn’t really opposed to since he kept licking and
sucking at Jared’s pulse point. He grinned when he pulled back and saw the
blood rush to the surface; he could finally understand Jared’s obsession with
marking him up.
He redirected his attention to Jared’s ear as his boyfriend slowly worked him
open, sucking seductively at the ear lobe and letting his mouth run about every
single dirty thought that had ever crossed his mind. Jared seemed on the edge
of losing his control, and the power that flushed through Jensen at being able
to have that effect on the big, strong Alpha werewolf, was almost dizzying.
Until it all abruptly ended with the slamming of a door.
Jensen bolted upright, terror chilling the heat that desire had spread through
his limbs. There was only one person who had a key to the house besides him.
“Jensen! You here, boy?”
Oh, God.
OhGodOhGodOhGod.
Eric.
“Calm down, baby,” Jared’s voice came over him, penetrating his fog of
inactivity. His boyfriend was fixing his shirt and buttoning up their jeans,
all the while shooting worried looks at him. “He sounds sober, it’ll be okay.”
He realized belatedly that he’d spoken his foster father’s name out loud. “He’s
gonna flip, Jared!” he squeaked, his fear making him uncaring of the tenor his
voice had pitched to. “Fuck, Jared, you have to leave, you have to leave right
now.”
“No,” Jared’s answer was firm, swift and calm. “I’m not leaving you alone to
deal. What if he’s not as sober as he sounds?”
“He’s not gonna hurt me,” Jensen spoke sharply, the lies thick on his tongue.
Panic flared inside him at Jared’s words; did he know? Did he have an idea or a
suspicion that Eric was less than friendly when he’d had a few rounds of Jack
or Jose?
“I know,” Jared nodded, confusion settling in his eyes at the sigh of relief
Jensen couldn’t hold back. Jared didn’t know. “That doesn’t mean I want to
leave you alone.”
Jensen shot off the bed, grabbing his jacket from the wardrobe and yanking it
on, zipping it all the way to hide his hickeys. “Please, Jay, I don’t think…”
“You’re worrying too much,” Jared cut in flippantly. “I’m gonna meet your dad,
and everything is gonna be okay.”
Alarmed anger stole Jensen’s breath, making him struggle to take in air. Before
he could say something nasty enough to drive Jared away, his bedroom door swung
open.
“Boy, what…” Eric stopped dead when he saw Jared standing sheepishly at the
foot of the bed, Jensen frozen at his dresser sporting a deer-in-the-headlights
look.
God, please let Eric wait to kill me until after Jared leaves. Please don’t let
Eric hurt him.
“Jensen?” Eric’s confused voice was directed at him, and Jensen took in a
shuddery breath, his heart pounding like a bass drum against his ribs. Moving
instinctively, he went to stand next to Jared, angling his body slightly in
front of him in a protective gesture that he was glad escaped his boyfriend’s
attention.
“Hi, Sir,” Jared’s warm, polite voice almost had Jensen cracking a smile. Ever
the charming gentleman, his boyfriend.
“Um…” Jensen hesitated, wondering what to call him. Calling him by his name
would have been suspicious, but trying to force the word ‘dad’ out of his mouth
would have been like heaving up razors. Eric flinched, seeming aware of his
dilemma. “This is Jared,” he finally pushed the words out, blushing profusely.
Feeling some of the hesitant anxiety Jared was projecting over their mating
bond, Jensen added, “my boyfriend.”
He waited for the outburst, muscles tensed in preparation to do whatever
necessary to protect his mate, when…
…Eric smiled.
It was a ghost of the smirk he used to wear, and a poor replacement for the
grin he used to sport when he played baseball and football in the yard with
Jensen when he was a kid, but it was still an effort. Jensen was frozen in
place, shock short-circuiting his brain.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jared,” he nodded, looking weary, a bittersweet edge to
his features that Jensen didn’t quite understand.
It was hard not to react to the relief and happiness mellowing Jared out, and
Jensen smiled slightly reflexively. He relaxed his shoulders and sent a quick
thank you to whoever might have been listening to, and granted his pleas.
“It’s great to meet you too, Sir,” Jared grinned brightly, gently angling past
Jensen and thrusting his hand out. Jensen swallowed his relief when Eric shook
his boyfriend’s hand, still civil. Had he stepped into twilight zone? Had to
be.
“I gotta run,” Jared’s hand went to the back of his neck as he smiled ruefully
at Jensen. “My mom will be wondering where I am.”
With a start, Jensen realized that Jared hadnt made a move to contact his
family since last night. He groaned inwardly, wondering how much the Padaleckis
must hate him now.
“Will you be okay?” he asked tentatively, mindful of Eric’s gaze on him but
needing Jared to read the hidden question in his words.
Which, he did. “I’ll be okay,” he nodded affirmatively. “I’ll see you at school
tomorrow, Jen. Good night, Sir.”
Jensen only relaxed his guard with the second slam of the door downstairs.
Gulping, he faced Eric, trembling slightly. He would face his beating head-on,
he decided, his breath coming out a shade faster. Eric’s hand came up…
…and Jensen jumped violently when it came down with infinite gentleness on his
shoulder.
“Easy, Jensen,” Eric mumbled, sounding grief-stricken and sick. “I’m not
gonna…I won’t…I…”
What in all hell was going on here?
He blinked owlishly at the man while he seemed to be trying to find the right
words. Eric chewed on his bottom lip, and Jensen idly realized that he’d picked
up the same habit, before turning his attention back to his foster father.
“I went to your mother’s grave this weekend,” Eric spoke softly. Jensen jerked
slightly once more, startled at Eric calling Jody his mom. Something he hadn’t
done since Jody died. “There’s flowers growing at her tombstone. That was…was
you, wasn’t it?”
Jensen nodded wordlessly. After her funeral, he’d go every few days to the
cemetery to tend to the flowers, and after he’d left, the caretaker had
promised to maintain their upkeep, seeming touched at the lengths Jensen had
gone through over the years to ensure they grew.
“I was probably drunk at home while you were doing it,” Eric bit off bitterly,
but this time, Jensen knew the anger was directed inwardly, and not at him.
Eric looked at him, a silent plea in his world-weary eyes.
“I’d apologize in a second if I’d’a thought it’d make a lick of difference,” he
admitted finally, guilt and self-recrimination thick in his tone. “But I know
that won’t cut it. But I do want you to know…I am gonna…I’m gonna try, Jensen.
Truly, this time, I will.”
Jensen flashed back to all the apologies that he’d still gotten when he was a
kid, and wondered whether he’d stopped believing them at the same time that
Eric had stopped offering them. There was one thing different though…in all
those apologies before, there’d been promises and excuses. Now? The only thing
Eric was promising was to try. There were no lies and embellishments this time,
and for some reason, that made all the difference in the world.
He was going to try…not the best reassurance, but so much truer than blind
oaths to stop. Honestly? Jensen quite preferred it.
“There’s leftover casserole in the fridge,” he offered hesitantly, unable to
respond to everything else just yet. Thankfully, Eric seemed to understand that
much and he offered Jensen a small smile, more open than the one he’d given
Jared.
“I’ll nuke it,” he nodded, walking away. He stopped for a second at the
doorway, hesitating as he laid his palm on the doorjamb. “You know, Jensen,
your uncle was gay. My brother?”
“Yeah?” Jensen flinched, a blush burning his face crimson. He couldn’t deny the
part of him that thrummed with happiness, though. That part of him that was
there since he was a kid, that craved for Eric to acknowledge his blood as
Jensen’s own, too. Whether he realized it or not, by referring to Jody and his
brother as Jensen’s, he was soothing an ache in the boy that had been festering
for years.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I was the first one he came to when he realized because he
knew I was the only one in the family who wouldn’t freak out. Who would accept
him as he was.” Eric hestitated. “I hope you know that…well, the same thing
goes…I could never…I wouldn’t…”
“I know,” Jensen nodded, bailing the man out from finding the words.
“I’m glad that he loves you,” Eric commented softly, a stark honesty in his
words. “I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me, but I’m glad he looks at
you like…” Eric swallowed hard, before meeting Jensen’s eyes with tears in his
own. “Looks at you like I used to look at her,” he finished gruffly.
Jensen’s throat tied up suddenly, and he coughed, trying to get rid of the
damning evidence. As Eric turned to leave, he blurted out unthinkingly.
“Sobriety looks good on you, sir.”
Eric chuckled faintly, seeing the comment for the unspoken thank you that it
was. “Go to sleep, you little smartass,” he shook his head, the first sign of
affection coloring his tone in 10 years.
Jensen slept better than he had in a long, long time.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“Is that a wolf?”
Jared looked on from the doorway to the art room, still unnoticed by his mate,
who was totally absorbed in his work and all the more beautiful doing it.
Jared’s jaw tightened as the scrawny little brunette peaked over his mate’s
shoulder, looking at Jensen’s canvas.
“Yup,” Jen nodded, subtly maneuvering the kid out of his personal space, and
Jared was glad he did because it’d be a pain to convince his parents that he’d
killed the kid for the greater good of the rest of the world. “It’s a wolf in a
meadow, with a star above him. It’s going to be the new centerpiece to my
portfolio, since the Queen Bitch destroyed my other piece.”
Jared’s anger spiked at the newfound knowledge that his crazy ex-girlfriend had
attacked Jensen’s work.
“You didn’t tell me Sandy destroyed your art, baby.”
Jensen’s smile stretched wide over his face as Jared loped towards him, a frown
on his face.
“Doesn’t matter,” he grinned reassuringly, turning the sketch to show him.
Jared’s eyes widened as he saw the sweeping lines and curves that made up what
was undoubtedly his Wolf on the page, in the meadow that was clearly their
spot, with the Jay-Star hanging above him. The sketch took his breath away, and
he fought the urge to sweep his mate up in a devastating kiss. Not only was it
extraordinarily beautiful, but it meant that much more to him that no one
except Jen and him would get the full meaning to the painting. “I’m calling it
A World of Our Own,” his mate revealed with a secret smile, and Jared warmed at
the love he felt pulsating over their mating bond. “Whaddaya think?”
“Why a star, and not a moon?” the kid wondered, scrutinizing his Jensen’s work.
“Although it does fit beautifully. You drew the wolf so realistically.”
Jared bristled at the open admiration, hero-worship and blatant puppy-love the
boy exhibited. If they were in a cartoon, he thought irritably, there’d be
stars in the kid’s eyes.
“Who are you?” he asked mildly, taking a possessive step towards his mate.
“Jay, this is Connor, he’s a friend of mine and a fellow art-nerd,” Jensen
grinned absently as he fixed something on the sketch, blissfully unaware of the
tension surrounding him. “Con, this is my boyfriend Jared.”
“Oh,” the sparkle in the boy’s eyes faded slightly as he took Jared’s offered
hand, shaking it firmly. “Nice to meet you.”
Sure it is,he thought snidely, keeping the comment to himself lest he annoy
Jensen with his caveman tendencies, as he called them.
Connor bailed not long after, thankfully enough, claiming he had a class to get
to. Frankly, Jared was glad of it, and he pulled Jensen back into his chest as
soon as the kid was gone. Leaning down, he trailed kisses up and down the
slender column of Jensen’s throat, reveling in the sounds he tore from his
responsive mate. It took all his willpower not to dip his hands down the front
of Jensen’s jeans, and it seemed his boyfriend shared no such restraint as he
rocked his ass back against Jared’s hardening crotch.
“Baby, you gotta stop unless you wanna become an exhibitionist,” Jared growled
lowly, slowing Jensen’s motions with his hands on Jensen’s hips. Even as he
did, he couldn’t help but press his hard-on flush against the curve of Jensen’s
ass, keeping it there as he bit a mark into the arch of Jensen’s shoulder,
eliciting a full-body shiver and a sexy, bitten off whine.
“Not playing fair,” Jensen breathed heavily, when he finally regained his
senses. Jared chuckled, easing off his mate and gripping him lightly around his
stomach as he willed away his erection, entertaining thoughts of Chad in
stilettos and a boob-tube.
“So,” he nudged Jensen’s jaw with his nose once he was back in control. “You
wanna tell me how long you’re gonna use the art room to hide from Chris? I’m
just curious what you’re gonna do when they actually have a class here.”
“I’m not avoiding Chris,” he mate denied, flushing. Jared rolled his eyes.
“Jen, baby,” he spoke gently, “Amelia is just about the ditziest, sleepiest
girl in our class, and she even noticed that you haven’t been sitting in your
normal place next to him.”
Flinching, Jensen averted his eyes, hurt radiating through their bond and
registering as a ghost pain in Jared’s chest. “I can’t do this with him, yet.”
“It’s been three days. He’s distraught, Jen,” Jared pointed out softly. He was
the first one who wanted to rip Chris’ lungs out for daring to talk to his mate
the way he did, but even he had to admit that the long-haired alpha was in a
bad way, punishing himself for his words way more than Jared or Jensen could
have. “I’m mad as all hell too, but you know he didn’t mean it. He spoke in
anger.”
“I know,” Jensen nodded, sounding guilty. “It’s just…”
“Just what, baby?”
“I trusted him not to hurt me, and he did,” came the pained whisper. “And it
isn’t about what he said, it’s about the fact that he also probably sees me as
just human, at least some part of him does. I can rally against anyone else,
but the minute my own best friend, my own brother, starts to believe that?
There’s nothing left to fight against.”
“Don’t say that!” Jared’s fierce growl did nothing to phase his mate. “Don’t
you say that.”
“I don’t know that Chris believes in me anymore,” he confessed. “That scares
the hell out of me.”
Jared wished there was something he could say, anything he could do to show
Jensen exactly how much he meant to the blue-eyed alpha. “Jen, I never
pretended to understand this amazing relationship you and Chris have,” he
levelled with his mate. “And I can’t find the words that can describe how wrong
you are about Chris not believing in you, because let me just tell you, the
last time I saw Chris in this rough shape, it was when he lost his entire
family on the worst night of his life.”
Jensen sucked in a breath through his teeth, aiming worried eyes at the floor
as he gnawed on his lip anxiously.
“I’m not saying that to guilt you,” Jared reached up and freed the swollen lip
from Jensen’s gnashing. “I’m just telling you because it seems to me like Chris
wouldn’t feel that much, take it that hard, if it was someone he didn’t care
about. And Chris tends not to care about people he doesn’t believe in.”
“I know. I...” Jensen huffed, running a hand through his soft spikes. “I know.”
“Just say you’ll think about hashing things out,” Jared suggested, not wanting
to push his mate. “I don’t know that I can handle Chris looking like a kicked
pup for much longer.”
“That’s sweet,” Jensen smiled faintly at him. Jared snorted indelicately.
“Hardly. Kicked pups have a lashing-out stage if the pain doesn’t abate. And I
like my ass too much to be in the line of fire for that.”
Jared relished in the sweet sound of Jensen’s laughter. Damn if it wasn’t
becoming a rare commodity these days.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Slamming his locker in frustration, Jensen cursed a blue streak and hefted his
backpack on to his sore shoulders.
For a Friday morning, this one sucked out loud.
He missed the bus and had to walk in the rain, he had to skip English because
he had to change into his gym clothes- the only dry clothes he had- and now he
missed ten minutes of his free that he was going to use painting, because he
still couldn’t open his Goddamn locker!
And…he missed Chris like a fucking limb.
Not because he helped with Jensen’s locker, and not because he’d have fetched
Jensen in the morning if he’d have called. No…He missed Chris for all the
smartass comments and the way he always stuck so protectively by him. He missed
Chris for all the exchanged looks in Chemistry class that spoke a whole
conversation between them. He missed Chris for all the brotherly banter he’d
never had, and never knew how much he needed. He missed Chris because he missed
his brother.
Which really just sucked out loud.
Because Jensen was entitled to feel angry, damn it! He was well within his
rights to never speak to Chris again. Yet the possibility hurt him even more
than Chris’ words.
Guess that’s what being a brother is about, he deduced with an inward grumble.
Forgiving each other’s jackass moves because it’d hurt more to contemplate not
having each other at all.
Jensen huffed a small sigh, resolving to find Chris after his free and talk
things out with him. A week without talking to each other was long enough…he
just hoped that things hadn’t gotten to the stage or irreparable. He yanked at
the door to the art room, stopping dead at the sight that met his eyes.
Six canvases were lined up next to each other, the first five with the letters
S-O-R-R-Y painted on each of them respectively, and the last canvas holding a
crudely drawn crying face. Next to it, Chris stood with his hands in his
pockets, scuffing his sneakers against the linoleum floor, the tips of his ears
turning pink.
“I was planning on trying something a little more artistic, but then I
remembered that I couldn’t draw for shit,” he mumbled.
Jensen laughed, a full-belied laugh that he hadn’t given in a long-ass time.
They were going to be just fine.
###
“So you’re gonna be singing with Chris on the opening night?” Jared asked him,
brightening.
Jensen hummed and nodded the affirmative. Honestly, offering to sing with him,
even though Jensen was a hopeless singer, was the least he could do, given that
he’d roped Chris into it in the first place. He sighed heavily. “Don’t dump me
when you hear my singing voice,” he teased Jared with a grin, turning his
attention back to his list of possible venues to rent out for the club space.
It was a lot harder than he thought it would be, setting things up. Benny had
given him carte blanche with a budget, which helped a little, but the kicker
was setting up the right atmosphere. He enjoyed a challenge though, and this
was a paying challenge, so he wasn’t complaining.
They were going to check out the last location on the list today, and then
Jensen had to meet with the band that was agreeing to play for them for four
out of the seven nights. He shot off a text to Eric, deciding that if his
foster father was going to try, then he would too, and he felt a weight leave
his shoulders when he received a reply telling him to stay safe.
He may have stepped into a twilight zone, but damn if Jensen wasn’t going to
make the most of it.
Shoving his lists into his backpack, he stood up, dusting off his jeans as he
did so. They were sprawled on the football field, and Jared had just finished
practice. He shooed his boyfriend to the change rooms, knowing that they
wouldn’t be on time to meet with the landlord if Jared didn’t haul ass.
His phone buzzed in his hand, and he answered it without looking at the caller
ID. “Yeah?”
“JR, what’s up bro?” Aldis’ warm voice came over the speaker, making Jensen
smile nostalgically.
“Hey Al,” he greeted, pausing for a minute to interpret Jared’s enthusiastic
hand motions. “Jared says hi,” he added, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend’s
crazed attempt at gesturing. Jared grinned at him.
“Tell the White Bread I said hey,” Aldis chuckled, and Jensen relayed the
message with a smirk.
“I’m not white bread!” Jared protested, pouting like a puppy. Instinctively,
Jensen reached up and pushed his hair behind his ear.
“No, you’re not, babe,” he soothed. “Aldis is just a jerk.”
“And you’re a can of whipped cream, JR,” his friend crowed. “God, if the
badasses that tremble at the sound of your name could see you now.”
“You know they won’t,” he retorted. “Look, I gotta bounce in a second, man.
What’s the word?”
“There was a guy here looking for you, man,” Aldis reported, a hint of worry in
his tone.
Jensen’s blood chilled in his veins as he grabbed Jared’s arm, making his
boyfriend stop in his tracks. As soon as he registered the look of fear on
Jensen’s face, Jared’s smile disappeared, a grim look replacing it.
With his hands barely noticeably trembling, Jensen pressed a few buttons on his
phone. “You’re on speaker, Al. The guy who came looking for me…was it…could it
have been…”
“It wasn’t Adam,” Aldis assured him immediately, realizing where Jensen’s train
of thought had gone. He let out a massive sigh of relief, body going weak as he
leaned against Jared. “Naw, the little bastard wouldn’t have dared. I told him
I’d shoot him if I ever saw him again. Would serve the little bitch right for
daring to cheat on my friend.”
Jensen laughed hollowly. “Who was the guy? Can you tell me what he looked
like?” Anyone else but Adam, he could handle.
“I can do you one better,” Aldis offered. “I can tell you his name.”
Jensen waited patiently, taking comfort from Jared’s thumb rubbing circles on
his hip.
“His name is Josh,” Aldis told them. “JR… he says he’s your brother.”
###
Chapter End Notes
     Le gasp! Again! So Josh is real...will he bring complications to the
     happy couple, or will he be a source of happy in the story? Watch
     this space to find out! And for those of you who feel cheated with
     the Eric scene, don't worry! This is so not the end of Eric's
     drama...just a brief interlude...the calm before the storm, if you
     will!
***** Blood and Family *****
Chapter Notes
     Gah! Real life has been knocking my ass to ground and kicking me
     while I'm there, as of late. I apologize from the bottom of my heart
     for the wait! Cross my heart, I'll be faster next time!
     Thank you all once again, so much! Everyone reading, both silently
     and the commentators. Love you guys! I'm about to post some of a new
     story, written as a birthday present! Check it out, yeah?! <3
     This is for Maxie41, a new-found reader! Thanks for coming on board,
     hon!
     Enjoy!
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~*Jensen*~
 
Jensen hated halfway diners.
It was a fairly recent development- give or take 43 minutes old- and it was
based solely on the fact that she was late.
He bounced his leg up and down, half-finished milkshake forgotten on the table
in front of him, trying to dispel his nervous energy. Jared’s eyes crinkled at
the corners as he sent him a sympathetic look, hand falling on Jensen’s knee to
still his motion.
“You’re gonna drive yourself nuts, baby,” his boyfriend warned him in a low
voice, his other hand lifting to gently caress his jaw. Jensen huffed a sigh,
rubbing a hand over his face.
“How do you know I haven’t already?” he asked sardonically, squeezing his eyes
shut against the onslaught of reality his thoughts brought him. “I may or may
not have a real brother that I thought was imaginary for the past 16 years.
Sounds pretty nutty to me.”
Jared frowned, grabbing his hand to rub it soothingly between his massive
palms. “Stop that, Jen. You were all of two years old, stop beating yourself up
over this. If Josh is real- and that’s still an if - then it isn’t your fault
you forgot him, or thought you made him up. That’s entirely rational, and
frankly, it was his job as the older brother to come looking for you. If
anything, you should be pissed off it took him this long.”
“If I remem…if I dreamed it right,” he amended, consternation scrunching his
eyebrows, “then Josh was only seven when the accident happened. He was a kid
himself, how could he possibly have done anything?”
“Exactly,” Jared grinned toothily. “Now why don’t you afford yourself that same
understanding, while I phone your aunt and ask her where she is?”
“Don’t,” Jensen waved a hand, choosing to ignore the regrettably infallible
logic his boyfriend presented him with. “I don’t want her to have any idea of
the time frame it took us to get here. She might be able to use that to figure
out where I live, or at least have a rough idea of the surrounding radius of
our proximity to here.”
Jared arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s JR talking,” he observed with concern.
“Why don’t you trust her? She is your family, Jen.”
“There’s a massive difference between blood and family, Jay,” Jensen shrugged,
not remorseful for all the precautions he was taking. “She’s my blood. You and
Chris are my family.” Jensen spared a moment to enjoy Jared’s bright,
responding smile, before adding, “Besides, everything just seemed too…” he
frowned, casting in his mind for the right word. “Scripted.”
“How do you mean?”
“Meeting after all these years,” Jensen bit his lip. “The way she suddenly
wants part of my life. It’s the plot of a really bad lifetime movie. And she
lied about trying to find me, I know because she was my listed guardian, and if
she were so inclined, she would have had the power of attorney to access my
case files. There’s something about her I just don’t trust,” he concluded,
swinging his eyes up to meet slanted hazel orbs. “I’d rather she not be near my
home until I can put my finger on the bad feeling I have.”
Jared nodded slowly, taking in the information. “Why do you think she lied
about trying to find you?”
“I dunno,” Jensen shrugged helplessly. “To earn my trust by starting with my
forgiveness? For some reason, she wants to be a part of my life. I just don’t
think that reason is sudden, unexpected maternal instincts.”
Jared scrunched his nose up, looking dubious. “I trust your instincts, Jen,” he
acknowledged reassuringly, “but I honestly can’t think of any other reasons. I
mean, did your parents leave you something that she’d go to such lengths to
get?”
“Not really,” Jensen shook his head, thinking back. “They left me a trust that
becomes available to me on my twentieth birthday…but she has more than enough
money herself, I think.”
“Maybe it’s guilt for leaving her nephew,” Jared suggested. “Letting her sister
down.”
Jensen hummed, not convinced, but sensing they were reaching an impasse.
“Maybe.”
“Look,” Jared pulled his hand up to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist.
“Whatever is going on, we’ll deal with it. Like I said, I trust your instincts,
so we’ll just keep our guard up a while.”
Jensen blew out the breath that lodged itself in his throat, wearily grateful
for the show of solidarity. Nodding his head, he searched his mind for a topic
change before he legitimately drove himself around the bend. “How’s your…”
Jensen’s voice cords rebelled around the word ‘dad’. “How’s things at home?” he
amended. “I hope you didn’t get into trouble with your folks.” He flinched,
feeling self-loathing creep up on him at the animosity he had stirred with his
presence. When was he going to stop hurting Jared with his very existence?
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” Jared frowned at him, squeezing his hand and
pulling him closer. “I can feel you blaming yourself over our mating bond,” he
clarified when Jensen glanced at him in shock. “Sunday night was not your
fault, baby. The only person to blame is my father,” Jared scowled darkly. “He
had no right…”
“He had his right,” Jensen refuted quietly, surprised at his own defense of the
man. “As pack alpha, and as your father.”
“I told him that I didn’t want to be pack alpha at the expense of you,” Jared
lifted his chin in defiance. “I don’t want to be his son at the expense of you,
either.”
“Don’t say that,” Jensen admonished his lover, even as his treacherous heart
warmed. “He’s your family, Jared!”
“There’s a massive difference between blood and family, Jen,” Jared parroted
back to him, earning himself an exasperated eye-roll. “I love my father so
much, God knows I’ve emulated him my entire life…but,” Jared shrugged sadly,
“if he can’t accept that you are my mate, and the love of my life, then I can’t
accept that he’s my dad. I love the pack too much to make them pick a side...
And as much as I love the pack and my family, I love you even more. My decision
is easily made, even if it’s difficult to face.”
“I don’t want to make you choose, Jay,” Jensen whispered regretfully, insides
clenching at the thought of the strain it could put on their relationship down
the road, if he made Jared do that. “Why don’t I talk to your dad?”
“And tell him what?” Jared asked baldly. “The man is as stubborn as the day is
long, and he’s convinced he knows best.”
Jensen arched his eyebrow at his boyfriend, a sudden grin quirking his lips.
“Sounds like someone else I know,” he shot back cheekily. Jared pouted and
swiped Jensen’s milkshake in retaliation, gulping down a sip and smiling
sunnily at Jensen’s responding mock scowl.
“Jen,” Jared leveled with him, dragging the knuckle of his index finger across
his bottom lip in a gesture of frustration, “my mom and Megan have accepted
you- hell, they probably love you more than me- half the pack has already
accepted you… even Jeff, who hasn’t even met you yet, has accepted you and our
mating. Why can’t my dad?”
Shrugging helplessly, Jensen brought their joined hands up to nuzzle them
comfortingly. “I don’t know. I guess he’s just protective, and this is his way
of showing it. He doesn’t want you to make a mistake.”
“You’re not a mistake.”
“Your dad seems to think I am,” Jensen stated matter-of-factly, ignoring
Jared’s growl. “And I, personally, can’t fault the man for protecting you,
unwarranted though it may be.”
“Which is just even more proof of the fact that you’re my mate,” Jared shook
his head adamantly. “Honestly, my mom isn’t even defending him.”
“She isn’t?”
“Nope,” Jared popped his lips on the ‘p’. “She isn’t icing him out the way
Megan and I am, but she keeps muttering under her breath, threatening to whack
him upside the head with her spoon, and she put salt instead of sugar into his
morning coffee on Monday, saying that it matched the sour words he spouted off
to you.”
Jensen huffed a surprised laugh, shaking his head. “Your mom is a force of
nature.”
“She’s something else,” Jared nodded, grinning. “She loves you, you know.”
Jensen’s eyes burned and he pulled his hand away from Jared’s to rub his face,
willing away the budding tears. “S’been a long time since I felt that, Jay.”
“What do you remember of your real mom, Jen?” Jared asked curiously, softening
his tone as he scooted closer to compensate for losing the contact between
their hands.
Jensen mulled the question over for a few minutes, composing himself as much as
he was trying to remember. “I remember that she had the awesome laugh ever,” he
smiled suddenly, the vague echo of light, carefree laughter ringing in his
ears. “She laughed with her heart and body and soul. And I remember her going
down a slide with me once, in a park?” He searched his mind for more, looking
for something more concrete than the vague impressions and feelings he had
left. “I’m not sure whether my mind made this up,” he admitted quietly, “but I
remember her voice, as she tucked me in, telling me…”
“…’I’ll love you forever, and for always, whether I’m in your life, or in your
memories.’”
Jensen started at the melancholic voice that took the words out of his mouth.
His Aunt stood behind him; close, but…
“How did you hear that?” he blurted unthinkingly.
Katherine Talley smiled, coming to take a seat opposite the couple. “She would
tell you that every night,” the woman revealed with a smile, ignoring Jensen’s
question. “I guess she was right about you always remembering her.” She
gestured to the waitress for a coffee, before turning to meet Jensen’s
speculative eyes. “I’m so glad you contacted me, JR.”
Jensen’s muscles locked down, his walls coming up so fast it was with almost
audible sound. “How do you know that name?” he demanded flatly, emotion seeping
out of his face as he blanked his eyes. His Aunt flushed deeply, and the vein
in her throat jumped.
“I…It’s um…isn’t your second name Ross?” she fumbled, blushing harder. “I just
thought…Josh used to call you that, so…”
“Josh?” Jensen paled at the mention of his- brother’s?- name. Immediately, he
was filled with anxiety, overriding his hesitations. “Who is…is he…”
“He was your brother,” Katherine answered, puzzled. “You don’t remember?”
“Was?” Jensen picked the word out, ignoring the question. “What do you mean,
was?”
His aunt’s face twisted. “Honey, Josh…” she hesitated, bringing her index
finger up to chew on the nail. “He went missing from the accident site. He was
never found, presumed dead or abducted. They stopped looking after a few
months.”
The words washed over Jensen, painting him with self-recrimination, and he was
hardly aware of moving, his legs acting off their accord, carrying him to the
bathroom where he locked himself in a stall and promptly threw up the meager
contents of his stomach.
They stopped looking after a few months.
He hadn’t even tried to look. He was a baby, sure, but he didn’t even remember
his big brother, the boy who he somehow had no doubt, had been the awesome big
brother he always dreamed of having. He hadn’t remembered, hadn’t even…hadn’t
tried…hadn’t…
“Jen? Jensen!” Jared sharp, worried voice drifted into Jensen’s awareness.
“Baby, open the door.”
Shuddering a breath, Jensen fought tears as he pulled himself gingerly to his
feet, flushing the toilet and weakly fumbling with the lock mechanism. He
shoved his hand through his hair, panting with the force of his repressed sobs.
His boyfriend gently maneuvered him to the sink and he hunched over, welcoming
the cool water in his rancid mouth. He swirled the water around his mouth
before spitting it back out, and repeating the process until all he could taste
was the metallic water. Jared’s arm remained around his waist through the whole
process, and the Alpha didn’t stem his stream of mindless comforts. This time,
Jensen didn’t feel deserving of the reassurances.
“Don’t,” he choked harshly, wrenching away from Jared’s grasp. He hated himself
even more for hurting his boyfriend, but why was Jared trying to pretend like
what he did was okay?
“Jen…”
“I didn’t even remember him, let alone look for him, Jared!” Jensen snapped,
tears swimming in his eyes. “He could be hurt, or stuck in some crime ring, or
worse, and I’ve left him alone for 16 years because I thought I had a vivid
imagination! What kind of a brother am I?”
“The kind who was too little to do anything about an unfortunate circumstance,”
Jared answered readily.
“Bullshit,” Jensen snorted derisively. “I’m nothing but a…”
“Don’t. Don’t finish that sentence,” Jared warned quietly, and for the first
time, Jensen saw a flash of the Alpha Wolf he was mated to. “You listen to me,”
the normally-playful boy intoned seriously, coming forward to rest his palms
against Jensen’s hips. “I don’t want to hear you putting yourself down again,
and I don’t want to hear you blaming yourself. You were a kid, and it wasn’t
your fault that you forgot him. It wasn’t your fault, Jen, it wasn’t. Trust me,
baby.” Jared inclined his head, infinitely gentler, and nuzzled Jensen’s neck.
“Not your fault. Just bad luck and circumstance.”
Crumbling, Jensen huddled into the comfort of his boyfriend’s arms. “I want to
find him, Jay,” he whimpered plaintively, his mind bombarding him with
nightmarish scenarios. “I need to find him, I have to find my brother.”
Jared pulled free, replacing his chest against Jensen’s cheek by cradling the
green-eyed boy’s face in his big palms. "Are you sure you want to, Jen?” he
asked hesitantly, doubts creeping into his expression. “You might not like what
you find.”
Abruptly, Jensen jerked away, as if Jared had struck him. “Of course I’m sure,”
he answered hardly. “Good or bad, no matter what I find, I’m not letting my
brother spend any longer alone than is absolutely necessary.”
Jensen knew his boyfriend was just trying to be pragmatic, but his heart
refused to listen to logic.
“You don’t really even know him, Jen,” Jared pointed out, annoyingly calmly.
“What if he wants to hurt you?”
“He went looking for me, Jared,” Jensen interrupted, his frayed emotions
getting the better of him.
His boyfriend bristled, and Jensen knew that the Alpha’s temper was rearing
just as much. “Right, Jensen,” he nodded sarcastically, “because people never
look for someone they want to hurt, they just wait for their target to come to
them.”
“Why?” Jensen asked challengingly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why would
he? After all these years?”
“You don’t even remember him, Jensen!” Jared flung the words out carelessly,
and Jensen winced at the reminder, the self-reproach coming back ten-fold. “You
would never have remembered him either,” Jared continued ruthlessly, “so why
are you so ready to forget common sense and charge after a shadow?”
Hurt resonated in Jensen at his boyfriend’s cavalier attitude towards him. “Why
are you so ready to push me into giving up?” he asked stonily, masking his hurt
behind anger. “What are you so afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid,” Jared denied hotly. “But how exactly are you going to handle
it if he wants you to leave with him, huh? You’re gonna uproot your entire life
out of obligation for someone who you don’t even know?”
“I never got a chance to know him, Jared!” Jensen snapped in frustration, a
headache blooming behind his eyes. “And I want that chance now, I don’t care
how selfish and bratty you’re going to act about it!”
“So you don’t give a damn what I think?” Jared asked rhetorically, hurt and
anger radiating off him. “That’s great, Jensen, then why don’t you just go
ahead and do whatever the hell you want?”
Jensen recoiled at the tone and the harsh words, tears springing to his eyes.
“Fine,” he choked, wrapping an arm around himself. “If that’s the way you want
to do this.”
He pushed past Jared, fighting tears. Patting his pocket, he was relieved to
note that he had remembered to bring his wallet.
He left the diner before Jared could come back out, not even telling his aunt,
running to the nearest bus station in an effort to get out before Jared tried
to persuade him back to the truck. Still overly cautious, he got on and rode
until he was two towns over from home, before catching another bus and getting
off at Chris’ neighborhood.
Reassured that no one had followed him, Jensen trudged to his best friend’s
place, groaning when he saw Jared’s truck parked in the driveway. Much as he
didn’t want to talk to his boyfriend just yet, he’d promised Chris he’d come
around and give him a report, and he was already so late after his diversionary
tactics that he knew the other boy would be worried by now.
Breathing deeply in, Jensen opened the door. “Chris?” he called out, his voice
rough from crying and lack of use. The blue-eyed boy appeared in the hallway, a
relieved look on his face.
Then, somehow, all hell broke loose.
In a split second, that look of relief faded from Chris’ face, to be replaced
with a terrified and furious one. Before Jensen could register much more than
the abrupt change, Chris snarled, and dropped to his knees, clothes shredding
as he shifted into a massive coppery-brown wolf.
Fear licked at Jensen’s insides, and with grave certainty, he knew that his
friend was about to attack him.
 
~*Jared*~
 
Anxiety and remorse battled with frustration and hurt in Jared’s heart as he
drove back home. He’d followed Jensen to the station, in time to see the bus
pull away, and he figured that his mate would just be more annoyed if he pulled
him off the bus and dragged him to the truck.
He hated fighting with Jensen. They were both frustrated, and had taken it out
on each other, but Jared could admit that he hadn’t picked the right time to
push, just as Jensen could have at least heard his concerns.
He headed straight to Chris’ house, knowing that Jensen had promised to update
his best friend, and come hell or high water- or Jared- that was what Jensen
was going to do. The other alpha opened the door, narrowing his eyes when he
searched around and couldn’t see Jensen.
“What did you do this time?” Chris asked, by way of greeting, waving him into
the house.
“Why is it always my fault?” Jared grumbled. Chris shrugged casually.
“I like Jensen better,” he replied matter-of-factly. “And you generally put
your foot in your mouth.”
All good points.
“Josh, the not-so-imaginary big brother, is legit,” Jared told the other wolf,
sitting down heavily.
“Damnit.” Chris winced. “That must have killed Jensen.”
Jared flashed back to the feeling he had when his mate was locked in that
bathroom stall, retching over and above his guilt-ridden tears. Pain clenched
his heart. “Yeah,” he nodded, feeling guilty all over again for pushing his
mate at the worst possible times. “He took it pretty bad. Then we kind of
fought about whether or not this Josh character should be found.”
“Why wouldn’t you want him to find the guy?” Chris asked, genuinely puzzled.
“What if he wants to hurt Jen?” Jared asked, his irritation flaring before his
mind settled on his real fear. “What if he wants to take him away?”
“Ah.” Chris’ face softened with understanding. “You’re afraid Jensen will want
to leave.”
“You aren’t?” Jared bolted up, beginning to pace the other wolf’s living room.
“It’s his family, Chris, the only real blood family he has left. Who’s to say
he won’t leave us, out of obligation if nothing else?”
Chris seemed to ponder his answer, looking unperturbed. “He’s Jensen,” he
responded finally. “I trust him with my life. He’s said more times than I can
count, that we’re his family, because family don’t end with blood. I trust that
he’ll never leave us, because family never leaves each other.”
“That’s my point.”
“Josh isn’t family yet,” Chris shrugged. “If he becomes family, then we’ll deal
with that. But more than anything, Jensen is your mate. You know as well as I
do that he’ll never leave you. This thing with Josh…” Chris hesitated,
searching for words, “Jensen needs something concrete right now. He thought he
lost his entire family…but Josh looking for him means he has something left of
where he came from. He needs to have that, needs to find that. It’s like
finding where he belongs.”
“He belongs with me,” Jared said hardly, daring him to contradict.
“With all of us,” Chris corrected firmly. “Jensen’s integrated himself into
half the pack already. And he did that because he loves you, so once again; why
would he leave?” Jared sagged under the scrutiny of the other wolf.
“What if it’s different for a human mate, Chris?” Jared asked uncertainly.
“What if he can fall out of love with me?” The possibility haunted Jared in his
nightmares, the issue playing on his mind more than he cared to admit.
Chris laughed. “Are you kidding me? Jensen loves you so much that he turned
down a scholarship to an art program two weeks ago, because it would have meant
a month away from you, and he would have missed your football games.” Jared’s
eyes widened at the new found knowledge, feeling simultaneously guilty and
touched. “Before you think that,” Chris added warningly, “he doesn’t hold
anything against you, especially seeing as how you didn’t even know about it.
My point is that he would give up something he loves, because he loves being
with you more. He couldn’t fall out of love with you if you both tried.”
Jared felt chagrined at his insecurities as he realized how unfounded they
were. Guilt crept up on him, and he rubbed the back of his hair sheepishly.
“I’m an idiot, huh?”
“This is why we all blame you first,” Chris deadpanned with a nod. “Wait here.
Jensen will come around and you can grovel then.”
Jared grinned in thanks, bringing up Chris’ upcoming gig at the new club. He
was surprised to find out that the other alpha was nervous, although it was
obvious that he felt better knowing Jensen was going to sing with him.
They chatted amicably, but as time wore on, they both became increasingly
nervous. Jensen was later than they expected, and Jared’s mind began to picture
the worst case scenarios the longer he was kept in the dark. He cursed his
temper for getting them into this situation, and checked his watch every five
minutes…
...until the blessed sound of the door opening.
“Chris?” his mate’s voice was thick from tears, and Jared’s heart squeezed in
pain. Kane shot him a narrow-eyed look before getting up, Jared following
behind.
There was no way for him to have even remotely suspected what was about to
happen.
Without any provocation, Jared saw Chris shift, and his heart stopped in his
chest when he watched the copper wolf charge his mate. Jensen reared back, and
Jared felt the phantom fear through their mating bond, and it was that
tightening in his chest, and Jensen’s shout of his name that sprung him from
his shocked inaction.
He yanked off his jeans and shirt, and fluidly shifted, running to where Chris
now had Jensen pinned, heart racing at the way Chris was snapping his jaws, the
intent to harm clear.
“Jared!” the call prompted him to run faster, homicidal Alpha rage coursing
through his veins at the pain in his mate’s voice. He threw himself, tackling
Chris’ from the side and forcing the other alpha away from his mate. They
tumbled a little ways, before Jared sprung back up, quickly putting himself in
front of Jensen and growling menacingly, almost daring the other wolf to so
much as step closer to his mate. It was only the urge to protect his mate that
overrode the instinct to kill any threat to Jensen.
Get yourself together Chris! He snarled viciously, snapping his teeth
warningly. Snap out of it! Shift! He infused his voice with the deep timbre of
Alpha command, and Chris struggled under its influence.
“Jared, don’t hurt him,” Jensen pleaded from behind him, scrambling to his
feet. “Chris...”
Jared dug his heels in when Jensen tried to walk past him, towards the other
alpha. Please Jen, don’t, he mindspoke to his mate, urging him. Damnit don’t.
He was going to…
“I know,” Jensen’s hand landed on his fur, and almost immediately, his
bloodlust calmed. “Jay, please…he’s my best friend and my brother. There has to
be a reason for this, I need to help him.”
No. Jared refused to budge. I can’t let him hurt you, I won't. If he shifts,
then we can move closer.
Jensen sighed behind him, and while he could feel his mate’s exasperation, he
also knew that the green-eyed boy did everything to appease his protectiveness,
and despite his words, Jensen was still deeply shaken. As much as he wanted to
help his friend, Jared knew that he would listen, and he tried to reflect his
love and gratitude over their mating bond.
“Chris,” Jensen tried again, from behind him. “Chris, come on, it’s just me.
It’s just Jensen. It’s okay, whatever you think is going on, it’s okay. I’m
here, and you’re safe, okay? You’re safe, big brother. Come on, calm down…”
Jensen continued his slew of calming words, and miraculously, they worked
better on Chris than Jared’s Alpha command. The other wolf calmed down
gradually, finally coming back to himself, and watching it, Jared compared it
to coming back into your own skin after being possessed. Which wasn’t far off
the mark, since Chris had definitely not been himself.
Chris sagged with a whimper, looking lost as he sought out Jensen.
“Please, Jay,” Jensen pleaded behind him, sounding wrecked. “Let me…”
I’m coming with, Jared stipulated, and together, they moved to the copper-
colored wolf, hunched in on himself now. Jensen kneeled next to his best
friend’s form, running his hands through Chris’ fur soothingly.
“That’s it, Chris, there you go,” he murmured encouragingly. “I’m here, I’ve
got you…can you shift for me, Chris? Please, buddy, come on.”
With another small sound of pain, Chris shifted, and Jensen immediately slipped
out of his shirt and offered it to his best friend. It surprised them both when
Chris recoiled from the item.
“No!” he barked, looking as though he were in intense pain. “That’s the…the
smell, Jensen, God...” Chris groaned. “Get it away from me, that smell...it’s
making me crazy.”
Jared sniffed the air, confused. He didn’t smell anything out of the
ordinary…just leather, an underlying vanilla scent, and then the scent that was
purely his mate. Although he was confused, Jensen reacted far quicker than him,
balling up his shirt and throwing it far away.
“Is that better?” he asked gently, and Chris relaxed a little.
“Marginally,” he managed to get out. “Jensen…”
“Hold on, Chris,” Jensen mumbled, backing away from them. “Just give me two
mintues, okay, buddy?”
Chris nodded jerkily, and Jared wondered whether it was safe for him to shift
back as yet. “I won’t hurt him,” Chris pushed the words out, as though he were
reading his mind. “You can…can shift back.”
Jared hesitated for a second, the urge to be paranoid with his mate’s safety
overwhelming him, but finally, he shifted back to his human form, grabbing his
jeans from the lawn where he’d chucked it off and pulling it over his legs.
Before he could pick up his t-shirt and offer it to the other boy, Jensen ran
out of the house, soaking wet and clad in only one of Chris’ towels, carrying
the other boy’s jeans and a fresh shirt in his hands. Jared fought the urge to
growl at his mate’s state of undress, and likely sensing his possessiveness,
Jensen quickly strode to him, giving Chris the privacy to change and at the
same time, taking Jared’s shirt and slipping into it.
Which, you know, more than appeased his possessive Alpha.
The t-shirt, slightly baggy on Jared, drowned his mate, coming to rest halfway
up his thigh. He made an odd- but no less sexy- picture, dwarfed in Jared’s
shirt and the black towel still wrapped around his waist, but nonetheless,
Jared’s Alpha hummed in appreciation.
Dropping to his knees next to his best friend, Jensen moved without preamble,
gathering Chris in a hug. Jared was still half-surprised when the alpha melted
into his mate, clinging on to him and burying closer, seeking comfort in a way
he’d never known the other wolf to do.
Now, Jared may not have been able to read his mate’s mind outside of his wolf
form, but he’d learnt first, to read Jensen’s eyes. There was no mistaking the
unspoken plea now, and seeing Chris so vulnerable, Jared wasn’t worried that he
would attack, so he consented to leaving them alone.
Heading inside Chris’ house to try and find something hot and calming to make
for the other boy, the way his mom sometimes did, Jared wondered what the hell
just happened.
There was no way this was a freak accident.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Shh, hey, it’s okay Chris,” Jensen murmured, holding his best friend tightly
to him. “It’s alright, I got you big brother.”
He spared a moment to roll his eyes inwardly, for conforming to the idea that
Chris was the bigger brother, but he was quickly distracted by Chris’ still-
shaking form.
Jensen hadn’t known what to expect- had reacted instinctively and dropped to
his knees next to his best friend- but he was glad when the other boy burrowed
into his arms. It reassured him that Chris’ reaction hadn’t been to him, but to
whatever he had smelled on Jensen. Maybe something he was allergic to? Filing
away his speculations for a better time, Jensen held on tighter, keeping up his
litany of reassurances until Chris slumped in his arms, not clinging as
fiercely as before.
“I’m sorry, Jensen,” Chris mumbled, sounding devastated. “I’m so sorry, little
brother. I can’t believe I tried to…I could have…”
“It wasn’t you,” Jensen whispered soothingly, his hand moving up to cradle the
back of Chris’ neck. “Something happened…we’re gonna figure out what, okay, but
until we do, don’t go blaming yourself. You hear me?”
Chris nodded tiredly, seeking refuge a few minutes longer in the crook of
Jensen’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, Chris,” Jensen mumbled once more, promise in his voice. “We’re
gonna work this out, okay? We’ll figure it out.”
###
By the time he’d calmed Chris down, his best friend was exhausted, and getting
help from Jared, they carefully moved him to the bedroom, where he was out like
a light as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Jared left the room as Jensen took care to cover his friend in a warm blanket
and take his jeans off, leaving him in boxers and his shirt. Jensen couldn’t
control his mother henning, and he gave into his urge to fluff up the pillows
before joining Jared in the living room.
His boyfriend immediately swept him up into a massive hug, and Jensen huddled
into it, the fear from earlier pounding into him and making him dizzy with its
wave of subsequent relief. If Jared hadn’t been here…if he hadn’t come looking
for Jensen after he had a temper tantrum and stormed off…
“I got you, baby, I got you,” Jared murmured soothingly, and Jensen realized
he’d begun shaking. “I’ll always be there, Jen, I’ll always protect you, I
promise.”
Locking his fingers behind Jared’s back, he nuzzled his face into his
boyfriend’s bare chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, remorse settling in his
heart. “I’m sorry, Jay, I never should have said those things to you. I do care
about what you think. Your opinion means the world to me, and I never meant to
make you think that. I didn’t mean it.”
“I know, baby,” Jared mumbled, leaning down to cover his neck and shoulder in
kisses. “I’m sorry too. I was so inconsiderate, I let my stupid insecurities
get in the way of what you needed.”
Realization of Jared’s real fear dawned on him, and his heart warmed. Balancing
on the tips of his toes, he kissed Jared languidly, tracing the seam of the
taller boy’s lips to deepen it. He pressed closer to Jared’s warm, firm body as
he explored his mate’s mouth, drawing blissful sounds from the other boy.
“Never,” he whispered against his lover’s lips when they finally broke for air.
“I’ll never leave you, Jay. Finding my brother will not make me forget the
family I have. I promise.” He kissed Jared chastely, once, twice, three times.
“I would never leave you, Jay. How could I, when we’re already planning our
lives together?” he grinned teasingly, heart skipping at the dimples that
popped up in Jared’s cheeks. They never failed to make his heart skip a beat.
“I don’t have a key to a house to offer you. But even so, the only thing that
I’m sure about in my future, is you being in it.”
Jared jerked his head in a nod, keeping their foreheads pressed together. “Me
too, Jen. I love you so much…and I’m going to do everything I can to help you
find your brother.”
“No,” Jensen shook his head, heart hurting at the decision he was making, but
knowing his priorities nonetheless. “I don’t know anything about my brother.
There’s nothing I can do about Josh but let him find me. Chris on the other
hand…” he swallowed hard. “Whatever just happened? That was no freak thing. We
solve that first, we figure that out…then we can try looking for Josh again.
Chris is the priority right now, nothing gets to come in the way of this.”
Jared smiled, infinite softness in his eyes. “I love you, Jensen Ackles.” Then,
as if he knew all Jensen’s insecurities before even he did, he wrapped Jensen
up in his arms, and whispered tenderly. “You belong with me, love. Right here,
in my arms. Forever.”
Swallowing, Jensen lost himself in the feel of strong arms, and a love vaster
than the oceans and fiercer than a Titan’s rage.
“I love you back, Jay. There’s nowhere else I would ever want to be.”
###
Chapter End Notes
     More questions than answers, I know! But now the action really
     begins...;-)
     Please remember to check out that new story of mine that I'm about to
     post! Hope you guys will like it!
     Much love! -JayGirl
***** Amazed *****
Chapter Notes
     None of the songs mentioned belong to me!
     I apologize for how short this chapter is, but I'm having such a
     difficult time lately, bringing Josh in! Just a small filler for you
     guys, until I can get my drama in order!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
~*Jared*~
 
“What in the name of all things sacred makes people think that an eighteen-and-
under club- emphasizing eighteen-and-under, here! – would serve Bud or Jell-
O shots?”
Jared grinned as his frustrated mate flopped on to the empty seat next to him.
It was the first time that entire day that Jensen had sat down, and Jared
wrapped an arm around him in sympathy, feeling the phantom twinge of exhaustion
over their bond. He licked quickly at the sensitive spot on the underside of
his mate’s jaw.
“Sorry, baby,” he nudged the bone-tired boy playfully with his nose, “but on
the plus side, it’s only tonight that you’re gonna have to deal with people on
the floor.”
“True.” Jensen nodded briefly, considering his words. “Remind me to thank Benny
for asking me to manage the running of the place and not it’s functioning.
Honestly, Garth is so much more suited to that,” he flicked his head at the
long-haired, overly enthusiastic man who was engaged in what looked to be an
intense discussion with a tall girl in glasses. Jensen pulled his bottom lip
between his teeth, worrying the already-swollen flesh between his incisors.
“Although, I’ve seriously gotta give him a talk about personal boundaries and
the grounds on which people can serve sexual harassment charges.”
Jared barked a laugh, not even trying to maintain his empathy when it came to
the far-too-bubbly, gangly guy. Jensen shoved weakly at him and the Alpha
caught the flailing arm, concern once again sweeping over him as he noted the
deeper rings that framed Jensen’s stunning green orbs.
Between trying to find out what had happened to Chris, getting tonight’s club
launch ready, helping Chris practice his sets for his first performance,
tutoring Megan in Chem during Jared’s football practice and keeping up with his
own work, the pack Alpha knew that his mate was running himself ragged. Jensen
had passed ‘burnt-out’ a couple towns back, and Jared resolved to get him to
take the day off tomorrow.
“At least Soph will be thanking me by the end of the night.” Jensen’s smirking
voice drew Jared from his careful observations. The wolf turned his attention
to the front table, where the brunette beta was watching Chris with star-struck
eyes.
Not to imply that Kane wasn’t returning the doe-eyed look to a fervent degree.
“They were hopeless trying to stay away from each other,” Jensen concluded
resolutely. “I may not be a Were, but I’m enough your mate to know that no
amount of will-power would have been enough.”
Unease built up in Jared, and he tried to hide behind a smile. The last thing
he wanted to do was spoil Jensen’s evening- the evening he had worked so
tirelessly on- by pointing out the problems his father was likely to have with
accepting Sophia as pack.
“What’s the matter, Jay?” Shrewd green eyes assessed him, sharp even as they
were clouded over in exhaustion.
“Noth-,” he tried to deny immediately, stopping himself short when his tired,
irritable boyfriend shot him a baleful glare as if to say, Nice fucking try.
Now spill, I’m too tired to kick your ass.
Sighing, Jared drummed his fingers against the wooden table, flushing as he
tried to work up the gall to look his mate in the eyes.
“…Jensen Ackles!”
Their attention was diverted by Kane’s delighted voice, and Jared slumped with
relief at the interruption. Jensen raised an eyebrow in warning, but Jared only
grinned in response, electing to ignore the reality that his mate was not going
to let the question go unanswered.
“What?” Jen grumbled loudly, glaring at Chris, too tired to even stand up. A
couple people in the crowd chuckled in sympathy.
“I believe,” Chris grinned devilishly, “that you promised to sing with me
tonight, little brother.”
The reaction was instantaneous. The crowd cheered, cat calls and whistles and
shouts permeating the air, and Jensen’s face whitened dramatically. Kane began
to walk towards them, and tiredness aside, Jensen shot up from his chair,
taking refuge behind Jared’s chair.
“Aw, come on,” Jensen whined, his fingers digging into Jared’s shoulder,
setting off his protective instincts despite the ridiculousness of the
situation.
“Don’t wanna hear it, freckles,” Chris crowed, lowering his mike to speak to
them. “Get your ass up there, and Jared, don’t you even dare try getting all
protective pack Alpha on me.”
Jared peered up at his mate, who seemed to be grasping at straws. “I’ll make
you a deal,” he offered suddenly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You sing to
Sophia, exactly what’s in your heart…and I’ll get up there and do the same for
Jared.”
Finally, a wager he was interested in.
Jared’s ears twitched as he sat up straighter, fighting the urge to command
Kane to take the bet. Jared wasn’t an insecure bastard, not by any standard,
but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t enjoy being told how his mate felt.
Wouldn’t enjoy being reassured that he felt every bit as much as Jared did. And
he had been dying to hear Jensen sing, so with those two temptations on the
line, it was a lethal combination.
“I vote yes,” the Alpha piped up with a sly grin, chuckling at the betrayed,
dirty look his pack-mate shot him.
“Jared’s Alpha, what he says, goes,” Jensen promptly declared, seeming
comfortable in his victory.
What the green-eyed boy hadn’t counted on, was Chris’ steely resolve.
Turning on his heel, the hard-headed alpha strode back on to the stage and
whispered something to his bandmates. “This one is dedicated to the girl I’ve
loved from afar, as far back as I can remember,” he announced boldly into the
mike. The bashful smile he sent to a blushing Sophia was an adorable
contradiction to his on-stage presence. A fast-paced guitar riff started the
song off, and Jared smiled at the country feel of the opening notes. Chris sent
Jensen a cheeky grin, before refocusing his attention.
“Girl, I’ve been thinking about us,
And you know I aint good at this stuff!
But these feelings piling up won’t give me no rest.”
Jared barked out a laugh with Jensen; they seemed to have recognized the tune
at the same moment, as Blake Shelton’s Honeybee. It was one of Jensen’s
favorites, Jared knew, and the track had grown on him since he’d heard it.
The crowd started clapping with the beat, some people dragging partners on to
the floor to dance, and Sophia was grinning from ear to ear, hand over heart,
tears shimmering in her eyes.
And in that moment, Jared realized why his mate was willing to push their bond
despite the consequences.
Seeing two mates find each other like that, was awesome to witness, especially
knowing he was lucky enough to have the same feelings every time he looked at
Jensen. It was something worthy of protecting…and also something he didn’t have
to worry about just yet.
Grabbing Jensen’s hands between his own, he led his now-laughing boyfriend on
to the dance floor, pulling him into his chest. Wrapping an arm around his
waist and trying to forget how sexy it was that one arm could span his mate’s
entire middle, Jared began to move them to the beat in a haphazard dance that
had most people giggling and fawning over them fondly. Jared wasn’t surprised
by their reaction, since the town was more or less a hub for LGBT supporters,
but Jensen seemed shy, hiding his face in Jared’s broad chest.
Nothing to complain about.
“You be my sugar, baby,
And I’ll be your sweet iced tea!
You be my honeysuckle,
And I’ll be your honeybee!
Oh-h-h, I’ll be your honeybee.”
The club burst into applause as Chris trailed off, and Sophia downright ran to
him, throwing herself into his arms. It was heart-warming to behold, as was the
beaming smile that almost seemed to wipe the exhaustion off his mate’s
features.
Over Sophia’s shoulder, Chris’ blue eyes sought out Jensen’s, and it surprised
Jared to still feel a modicum of jealousy, even if it was easily dispatched. As
soon as the friends’ eyes met, Chris mouthed a silent ‘thank you’, his
overwhelming happiness and love etched on his normally-stoic face.
Jared tactfully pretended not to notice the few stray tears that Jensen swiped
quickly away.
“I owe you, freckles,” Chris spoke into his microphone, tucking Sophia into the
curve of his body as he addressed everyone again. “But…a bet is a bet!”
A force of nervousness so staggering that it almost made him dizzy, came across
their mating bond. Instantly, the Alpha had his arms around his boyfriend.
“Jen?” he breathed as he pulled Jensen in close. “You okay?”
His trembling bundle didn’t answer. Simply pressed himself closer for a few
seconds, crushing his arms around Jared, before wrenching himself away.
“A bet is a bet,” he mumbled, ashen, and Jared felt some measure of relief at
the problem being a case of stage-fright.
Jared nuzzled his boyfriend’s neck, ignoring the various responses from the
cooing crowd, focused instead on the shivers racking his lithe frame. “You
don’t have to, Jen,” he soothed, pushing down his pang of disappointment.
“Chris won’t be mad.”
Pride straightened Jensen’s back, although the nerves didn’t stave. “No.” His
mate shook his head. “I made the bet, I’ll honor my end.”
Iron determination mingled with the scent of doubts and self-consciousness.
Jensen’s stride didn’t falter as he made his way to the stage, and Jared, if
nothing else, admired his unrestrained courage.
Taking the mike and shooting Chris a glare, Jensen cleared his throat, waiting
for the crowd to die down. “Hi,” he greeted nervously, giving a small half-
wave. “I’m Jensen. The uh…the bet Chris is talking about…I was supposed to sing
to my boyfriend,” Jared’s Alpha hummed happily when Jensen pointed him out,
enjoying the acknowledgment of Jensen as his, “if Chris sang to the girl he
loved, Sophia Bush.” Jensen jerked his head at the cuddling couple before
bringing his eyes back to Jared.
Emotion filled the green depths. “I don’t speak of what’s in my heart very
easily. And I was okay with that before, because frankly, words? They just
don’t do justice to the way I feel about Jared. There isn’t enough of them,
they aren’t strong enough, they aren’t tangible enough.” Jensen shook his head
ruefully, and Jared’s eyes filled with his own tears of happiness. Singing
aside, that statement, was more than enough for him. “I don’t think words will
ever be able to encompass everything I feel for him, but I’m going to try.”
Taking a deep breath, Jensen covered the microphone and whispered something to
the band. They nodded, and promptly, soft notes filled the air, so different to
Chris’ song. The melody was sweet and heartfelt, and Jared immediately fell
under its spell.
“Every time our eyes meet.
This feeling inside me?
Is almost more than I can take.”
Jared didn’t recognize the words, but then, at that very moment, he wouldn’t
have been able to remember his own name.
His mate was amazing.
Jensen’s low, honeysuckle drawl sent shivers down Jared’s spine. It was smooth
and sweet, captivating him, and so full of feeling that he had every breathing
body in the room gazing at him in awe and reverence. Even Garth had stopped
talking long enough to listen to the angelic voice that was streaming from his
lover’s perfect lips.
Long eyelashes rested on his cheeks as he sang, eyes closed against the crowd,
but Jared felt every word caress him like Jensen’s own hand.
“Baby, when you touch me?
I can feel how much you love me.
And it just blows me away.
I’ve never been this close to anyone, or anything.
I can hear your thoughts…and I can feel your dreams.
I don’t know how you do what you do,
I’m so in love with you.
It just keeps getting better…
I wanna spend the rest of my life
With you by my side.
forever and ever.
Every little thing that you do…
Baby I’m amazed by you.”
Sweet. Amazing. Perfect.
And reciprocated, Jared thought, wiping tears from his eyes. Always
reciprocated.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Every little thing that you do-o..
Baby I’m amazed…by…you-u-u.”
Jensen let his voice hold the last note, a rough crooning that accompanied the
slow rhythm of the song he felt was written for the long-haired Alpha of his
dreams.
He finally opened his eyes, and the club was silent. He cringed in
embarrassment, eyes searching out Jared, eager to get away from the crowd he’d
made a fool of himself in front of. He finally found the hazel eyes that always
brought him comfort, only to find them filled with moisture. Jared was…crying?
Abruptly, the silence in the club was broken, as deafening cheers descended
over the room. Jensen was dumbstruck at the reaction, rooted to the spot as
catcalls, whistles, cheers and even a few sniffles echoed around him. The only
reaction he was concerned about, however, was Jared’s.
His lover was making his way through the unruly crowd, and Jensen was inspired
into motion, eager to meet Jared halfway. He pushed past his uncertainty,
tingling deep in his palms and in the balls of his feet the closer he came to
Jared. He barely noticed the rough congratulatory pats to his shoulder and the
people briefly pulling him into a two-second hug; all his attention was on his
boyfriend, and he felt no qualms showing it, even though he wasn’t big into
public displays of affection.
The tall, broad-shouldered Alpha caught him up against his chest, crushing
their lips together in a possessive kiss that spoke more about how he felt
about Jensen’s performance than any amount of words could have. Warmth filled
his insides, making his head spin.
“Fucker! Just had to show me up!” The chuckle came from behind him, and despite
the words, Jensen heard nothing but affection from his best friend. “I thought
you said you couldn’t sing!”
“I said I didn’t think I was any good,” Jensen corrected as soon as he got his
breath back. He snugged into Jared’s side. “I still don’t think so, but
apparently, y’all do.”
“So you’re tone-deaf then, Jen-Ster?” Soph grinned at him. “You’re a real
success story.” Jensen swallowed his retaliation, knowing all too well the
irrational protective steak of alphas over their mates. He focused his energy
on his own alpha, who was gazing adoringly down at him.
“Now you know.” He stated simply, softly. Jared beamed at him, bending down to
press a tender kiss to the seam of his lips. Before they could go any further,
and this was probably for the best because he was quickly becoming lost in
sensation, the calls and encouragements of the crowd became too much to ignore.
Like a whirlwind of activity, Jensen found himself back on stage with Chris
next to him, and they were launching into Chris’ second set for the night, one
Jensen knew as well as his partner, since he’d been helping Chris practice all
week.
The hours passed easily, and by the time Jensen got off stage, his throat was
parched and his head was ringing, but he was grinning madly. He snuggled on to
Jared’s lap, gulping down a glass of ice water and taking refuge in the cage of
the Alpha’s arms.
“Jen-ster, I owe you a car for getting me together with that specimen of
amazingness.” Sophia was glowing as she gazed at Chris, still performing, and a
grin stretched over Jensen’s face. He was happy to see his friends find
happiness, and even though he knew the Romeo-and-Juliet-esque problems it could
incur, he didn’t really care. If there was anything he’d learnt, it was that
love this strong, was always worth fighting for.
Jared being the perfect example of that.
Before he could lean over and impulsively kiss the reason for his smile, he
heard a voice over the sound of Chris’ singing.
“Jen-SEN! We got a supplier on the phone!”
Sighing in resignation- it seemed his feet were not getting spared this night-
he hauled himself up, returning Jared’s sympathetic hand-squeeze with a weary
smile. He trudged to the bar set-up they had, a touch he’d implemented to give
the place a more realistic feel, and grabbed the phone.
“This is Jensen Ackles,” he answered the phone, making his voice professional
in spite of how tired he was. “How can I help you?”
“You’ve been looking for Joshua Ackles.”
The rough, unfamiliar voice sent chills down Jensen’s spine, but it was nothing
compared to the barrage of feelings that assaulted him when he registered the
words. Immediately, his mind began drawing p horrific scenarios.
“Who is this?” he demanded gruffly, clenching his teeth. Drawing on a strength
he wasn’t aware he possessed, he shoved his growing nausea and the roaring in
his ears down, trying to focus on the tinny voice coming through the speaker
instead.
“Come outside to the back parking lot- alone- if you’re still interested,” the
voice commanded, before the harsh sound of a dead line reverberated back into
Jensen’s ear.
“Fuck!” he cursed violently, slamming his fist against the counter. A few of
the people around shot him looks that varied from concerned to mildly nervous,
but he couldn’t focus in on one of them long enough to muster up some
reassurance that he was okay, and not at all crazy.
Although, at the present time, he was definitely not okay, and he felt pretty
close to the extremity of crazy.
He briefly considered calling out for Jared, knowing that his lover would hear
him, but if the situation were dangerous, did he really want the love of his
life to be involved? Jared had tried to warn him that there could be danger
involved in tracking down his brother, but Jensen hadn’t really considered the
very real likelihood until just then.
And he had to ask himself the question: was Jared’s safety worth it to put on
the line, if it meant some answers?
His answer was prompt and unwavering; not a million years.
There was nothing worth compromising Jared over, so there was no other choice
but to leave him out of this. Unfortunately for Jensen, his insatiable
curiosity meant that he had to go looking for answers, especially when it came
to this, and that meant, at that moment, going outside to that parking lot.
Without telling Jared.
Some part of him screamed that he was making an illogical and awful decision,
but how could he bear to put Jared in harm’s way? Before he could talk himself
out of it, Jensen summoned Garth.
“I need you to do me a favor,” he told the gangly man solemnly. Maybe it was
the tone of his voice, or something Garth saw in his eyes, but the man stopped
his talking for the first time that evening, returning a firm nod in answer
instead. A strange sense of gratitude and loyalty fell over Jensen, a healthy
measure of respect mixed in there. “If I’m not back in 10 minutes, I need you
to go to my boyfriend over there, Jared?” Garth quickly nodded to show his
recognition. “I need you to tell him there’s family trouble and that he needs
to find me ASAP. Okay? Can you do that for me, Garth?”
“Yeah,” the other man nodded soberly, his Southern twang resonating in the air.
“I can do that, boss.”
“Good man,” Jensen murmured absently, clapping him on the shoulder before
turning around to steal another glance at his lover.
Jared was laughing at something Sophia had said, and Jensen was glad for a
moment, that they were getting along. He hadn’t wanted to the whole gang to
come to the opening night for the sole reason that he wanted Jared to bond with
Sophia a little, enough so that he could accept the other wolf to some degree,
and Jensen was glad to see that his sacrifice hadn’t been in vain. Smiling at
the picture, Jensen kept it in his mind as he straightened his back and walked
out to the hallway that led to the back entrance.
The parking lot was deserted, a fact not lost to the JR in him. Instinctively,
he ghosted his hands over his waistband, starting violently when he felt no
tell-tale resistance of his knife.
Right. Not JR tonight. Not packing.
Hiding his awkwardness behind a mask of collectedness, Jensen roved his gaze
over the sea of blues, blacks, reds, yellows, whites and silvers, feeling no
better when he couldn’t readily point out an attacker.
And that was when it occurred to him, that despite the situation he found
himself in, he felt no instinct to run or defend. Unease, maybe, as though he
were about to give a speech at the White House, but not afraid, no.
A loud cluttering broke into his thoughts, and Jensen whirled around in time to
see a hooded man running around the corner. His shout died in his throat, and
he aborted his first thought to run after the guy; he ran like a professional
sprinter, and frankly, a person skulking around the back of a club? Probably
not the best person to try and befriend.
The briefest glint of something caught his eye and Jensen’s attention was drawn
to a silver knife embedded in the ground. A shiver worked its way down his
spine; silver? A wolf hunter, maybe? One on the hunt for Jared?
Turning the blade around his fingers, Jensen managed to catch sight of
something scrawled on the handle, working hard to observe in the face of his
paranoia over his mate.
The letter J woven around an A.
Just exactly the same way he did it on all his paintings and art works.
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~*Jensen*~
 
“You want me to do what?”
Dean’s voice was incredulous, clearly more blatant disbelief than question, and
Jensen flinched, knowing the gravity of what he was asking his old friend to
do. He nodded, even though the security expert couldn’t see it over the phone,
a knot in his chest at the fact that he had to ask his friend to do something
this risky.
“It’s the only way to find out,” he pointed out helplessly. “I wouldn’t be
asking if I had another option, D.”
Winchester sighed heavily, and Jensen could imagine the way the man was
probably running a hand down his face, ghosting over his barely-there beard.
“You want me to hack into several classified networks to try and find out where
this Josh guy has been over the last decade and some. You do realize that my
brother is a hot-shot lawyer, right?”
Jensen grinned briefly. “Sam was, and still probably is, nearly as good a
hacker as you, so don’t pull that shit on me.” The green-eyed boy’s smile faded
and he bit his lip nervously. “I really hate to ask you, D, but I gotta know.
Not for any other reason than the fact that he might be a danger to Jared.”
“How?” Dean asked, concern coming over the line as clear as a bell. “Do you
need me to come over there? Keep an eye on you two?”
Jensen paused for a moment, considering the option. It would be nice to have
someone to fall back on if he wasn’t able to protect Jared…but bringing Dean on
board was too much of a risk. Not only did it increase the chances of Jared
finding out what he knew, and how he came to know it (because Jensen was not
voluntarily gonna tell him that he went out to a deserted parking lot at night,
alone) but he also couldn’t risk Jared’s secret like that and in the same vein,
he couldn’t put Dean in a position where he might find out, since knowing the
secret could hurt him just as much.
“It’s okay,” he refused the offer, “I can handle it. I just don’t want to go in
blind. I might be acting paranoid anyway…which is why I need more information.”
The elder Winchester brother sighed heavily. “Kid, you owe me a beer when
you’re around here again.”
“You’re the best, D,” Jensen grinned. “And,” he added quickly, “could we keep
this…discreet? I don’t want Jared finding out and worrying.”
“Because why would you talk to the guy you think is in danger?” Dean grumbled
sarcastically. “Not like it’s any of his Goddamn business.”
Jensen rolled his eyes at the almost paternal disapproval. “Jared doesn’t need
to worry about this. Especially if it’s Josh, then that little problem will be
mine to fix.”
“Watch your back, kid,” Dean cautioned, unable to disguise his unease. “I’ll be
in touch.”
The line died, and Jensen threw his phone on the ground in front of him, one
hand reaching up to massage at the knots developing in his neck and shoulders.
Letting his head drop forward, he basked in the sunlight that beat down on him,
taking measured breaths.
Finding that knife last night had shaken him more than he cared to admit. He
had returned inside, much to Garth’s relief, and by sheer force of will, worked
the rest of the night until closing. If Jared had noticed his edginess and
tension on the way back home, he’d written it off as exhaustion, and had gently
persuaded him to take the day off today. The future Pack Alpha had a treaty
meeting again, so Jensen quickly decided that now would be his best, if not
only, opportunity to try and nip this problem in the bud before Jared caught on
to him.
The idea that a wolf-hunter might be after Jared and the pack- and the
possibility that said wolf-hunter might be his brother- took a toll on Jensen’s
state of mind. All night, he had tossed and turned, eventually getting out of
bed at ten after five, showering, and borrowing Eric’s car to come out to his
and Jared’s clearing. The beautiful place had lost some of its glimmer without
his lover there, and Jensen had continued hiking further west, eventually
finding a smaller meadow about 8 miles out. It was there that he’d settled and
begun to plot.
Roping Dean into it had been the logical step forward; he didn’t want the
wolves involved with this at all, because if he was wrong, he would be putting
his brother on their radar, and if he was right, he would lose all control over
the investigation and ergo, wouldn’t be equipped to help protect them, Jared
and Chris and Chad and the gang, in particular. Dean was the only person
outside of his furry friends who had the means to find the information he
needed, so it really was a no-brainer. The only downside to all his planning?
Waiting for answers.
Blowing out a gusty sigh, he stretched his sore muscles. Judging by the sun now
high up in the sky, he had been in his own world a few hours. It was at least
noon by now, but with everything he had to worry over, his appetite had all but
disappeared, which was a good thing since his preoccupied mind had forgotten to
pack any food with him. Jared would be on his case if he knew Jensen had
skipped breakfast and lunch. His mate really needed to…
Snap.
A twig broke, to his left, and Jensen’s thoughts stopped immediately, eyes
snapping to the spot where the noise had come from. A tiny wolf cub was
cowering there, and from the grass all over it, Jensen deduced that the little
one had been watching him, before tripping over the twig and tumbling
unceremoniously into the clearing.
The cub was breathtaking, and Jensen’s heart melted at its innocence and
beauty. He was visibly shaking in fear, his tiny body shivering as he curled
into himself, only his eyes visible between the paws he’d buried his head in.
Slowly, so as not to scare the little thing, Jensen held out an upturned palm,
smiling encouragingly at the pup as he slowly raised his muzzle. Waiting
patiently until the young wolf was comfortable, Jensen was rewarded when he
bellied slowly across the grass before resting his small muzzle in Jen’s hand.
“You’re a wolf cub, aren’t you?” Jensen commented softly, beginning to lightly
stroke the cub’s jaw with his thumb. He hadn’t really expected an answer, so he
was delighted when the little one carefully nodded, licking his thumb before
settling back into the cradle of Jensen’s palm.
Unable to resist, he scooped the cub into his arms, feeling indefinable warmth
burn his insides when the little one nestled into his chest.
“Are you from Jared’s pack?” he asked gently, rocking to and fro as he stroked
the cub. “Are you from the Padalecki pack?”
Another approximation of a nod, and another lick.
“Do you know who I am?”
Another nod, another lick.
“Are you out here all alone?”
This time, the cub nipped his palm lightly, an obvious negative, and Jensen
laughed at the communication, some of the tension in him draining for the first
time since he found that knife. All at once, another two cubs padded hesitantly
forward from the spot where their friend had fallen, tails between their legs
and ears flattened in what Jensen assumed was apology and nervousness.
“It’s okay, little ones,” he murmured lowly, lovingly. “I’m not mad. You guys
aren’t gonna be in trouble, or whatever. What are you doing so far out here? Is
this pack lands?”
The cub in his arms licked his palm again, and it seemed his little friend was
a lot more comfortable around him now as he got up on his hind legs and rested
his paws on Jensen’s chest. He licked playfully at the boy’s cheek, and Jensen
laughed at the childlike behavior.
“So you little guys were out exploring, huh?” Jensen chuckled, reaching his
free hand out to the other cubs. Satisfied that their friend wasn’t getting
eaten or punished in any way, they were a lot faster to trust, and Jensen was
quickly surrounded with three playful, energetic wolf cubs. His first friend
had already made himself comfortable on Jensen’s shoulder, and since he was the
smallest of the three, Jensen decided to let him stay there.
Crunch.
Jensen froze as the muted, barely audible sound of leaves being crushed reached
his ears. Different this time, unease crept up on him, alerting him to
something far more sinister than three curious cubs. Icy fear stopped the blood
in his veins and he stood, casting his eyes around in search of the danger that
was spiking his instincts. Suddenly, the two pups were behind him, cowering at
his legs, and the pup on his shoulder was snuggling into his neck, as if to
hide there, also trembling violently.
Something told Jensen that it wasn’t the cubs’ parents.
Protective instincts surged to the surface, and he set the littlest pup next to
his friends, so that he could shield all three of them with his body until he
could deem things safe.
He had done that just in time, since in the next moment, a massive black wolf
leaped into the clearing, giving a short, predatory bark.
In stark contrast to his interactions with any other wolves, Jensen felt sharp
terror resonate deep within him. He knew from the cubs’ whimpers and shivers
the wolf wasn’t pack, and therefore wouldn’t hesitate to rip them all to
shreds.
And it seemed that that was pretty much the plan.
The wolf stalked slowly forward, almost taunting him, playing with his fear.
Jensen kept shielding the cubs with his body, trying to push them with his
foot, urging them to run back where they came from. The little ones were frozen
with fright, however, and couldn’t do much more than hide behind him. Realizing
that, Jensen resolved that whatever might become of him in that moment, he was
going to protect those cubs to his dying breath.
The massive wolf was tiring of them now, Jensen’s instincts told him. In one
fluid motion, he dropped to the ground and caged all three pups between his
chest and the ground, making his torso a sort of shelter that stretched all
around the cubs, shielding them entirely from view, and reach. As he dropped,
Jensen caught the wolf’s coiling motion in his peripheral vision, so with the
little ones safe, he braced himself for the feel of claws and teeth tearing the
skin from his back.
He was met instead by the sound of a deep growl, and in an instant, a brown
wolf burst through the clearing, tackling the grey wolf to the side. It looked
like Jared, and yet…in his heart, Jensen knew it wasn’t. Teeth snapping, the
wolves went for each other, clashing magnificently.
Rendered helpless once more, Jensen settled for the only thing he could do;
cradled the pups closer still and braced himself, locking his muscles to make
it a harder feat to get to the pups.
An agonized howl was cut brutally short, and Jensen knew with cold certainty
that the fight was over. Who won, Jensen didn’t dare to check, and after some
speculation, he wondered if it would matter, or if the both wolves had the same
deadly intent.
He flinched harshly when something cold was suddenly pressed against his
forearm.
He tightened his body, still afraid for the cubs, until he realized it was the
most delicate touch of a snout. He looked up into the eyes of a black wolf,
leaner than the one that had been aiming for their throats, and seemingly more
docile as well.
A happy whelp from inside his protective embrace shocked Jensen into letting
go, and he was relieved when the pups leaped at the other wolf joyfully,
presumably their mother. She nipped their shoulders chidingly, even as she
smothered them in licks and affectionate rubs.
Feeling intrusive upon the reunion, Jensen slowly stood, turning around to face
the brown wolf that saved their lives. The blood from his muzzle was gone,
presumably licked clean, and he regarded Jensen carefully, with clever eyes.
Jensen squirmed, feeling uncomfortably like he was being assessed. He couldn’t
hide his relief when the big wolf suddenly lolled his tongue out in the
approximation of a grin, seeming to decide that Jensen was okay. Ducking
quickly behind the bushes, the guy shifted; by the height, the slanted brown
eyes and the floppy hair, several things immediately fell into place for
Jensen.
“You must be Jeff Padalecki.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
Treaty meetings were the worst.
It wasn’t only being away from Jensen, it was also the undeniable, but
frustratingly ignored, fact that they were getting nowhere very fast.
The bottom line was that Jeffery Dean Morgan didn’t want peace. He wanted
retribution.
Jared was careful to keep his rant to himself, but he simply couldn’t
understand why his father entertained what was an obvious excuse to scope out
the Padalecki pack’s alphas. There was no other reason for JD Morgan to keep
entertaining the possibility of peaceful co-existence, but it seemed that his
father believed firmly in the other Alpha’s bloodline.
Personally, Jared didn’t.
As he was often reminded, however, he was not Pack Alpha yet. Whatever his
father ruled in the pack was law, and while that was something Jared resented
as much as he respected, it was also something he couldn’t change.
Which was why he was in a treaty meeting when he should have been looking after
Jensen.
Jared was pretty sure his mate had made himself sick with exhaustion. By the
end of the night, he was pale and on edge, his heart rate accelerated even away
from the club. Jared could almost mistake it for nervousness with the
occasional tremors that rocked his body. Thankfully, Jen hadn’t put up much of
a fight when he suggested taking the day off; just gave a token refusal for the
sake of his pride before caving to Jared’s insistence that he needed a break.
Turning his attention back to the meeting, Jared pawed the ground in
frustration. They had reached an impasse hours ago, but neither pack Alpha was
willing to give an inch to the other, resulting in a stale mate that they all
had to endure in silence. Jared caught Chad’s eye just before he could
unthinkingly paw the ground again, stopping himself after seeing the warning
look in his friend’s eyes.
Don’t, Jay-Pad, Chad cautioned him, your dad seems to be in a foul enough mood
already.
Jared bristled at the reprimand, but nodded, seeing the sense in the other
alpha’s concerned rebuke. He was careful to sensor his mindspeak to his friend,
and not to the entire Padalecki pack. Gotcha. M’just so frustrated, man. I want
to go home, I’m worried about Jensen.
Sick? Chad cocked his head ever so slightly at him in worry. Hurt?
Naw, Jared fought the smile that threatened to come on to his otherwise
impassive face. Chad and him had perfected this game; they could have a whole
conversation with the pack none the wiser. Just plain exhaustion.
That explains the lack of smiling he’s been doing. What’s Papa Padalecki’s
excuse?
Jeff, Jared snorted inwardly at the nickname his father would kill Chad for
using. He called this morning to say he was going to be late and couldn’t make
it for the meet. The twins weren’t feeling well and he stayed until they were
asleep. Dad’s been mad since then.
Personally, the future Alpha couldn’t fathom why his father was in a sour mood
over that. As far as he was concerned, his little nephews came first, and he
was proud of Jeff for choosing them over this stupid, irrelevant meet.
I wondered why the Not-Entirely-Too-Prodigal Son was MIA, Chad chuckled.
Speak of the devil…
Before Jared could snark something appropriate back, his older brother’s voice
filled his ear, and every other pack members’ too, although Jared didn’t know
if a pack-wide broadcast was what he intended.
Jared! The alarm in the elder Padalecki’s voice caught his attention. I think
your mate’s in trouble. I’m about twenty miles north of the treaty site,
intercepting a lone wolf attack. Get here, little brother.
Jared was in motion as soon as the word ‘North’ left his brother’s mouth.
Fear pulsed a jagged rhythm through him, ice cold and damn near incapacitating.
He could have been moving through Jell-O for the slow progress he was making,
and though he knew he wasn’t superhuman, he readily cursed at the world.
The words ‘in trouble’ and ‘lone wolf attack’ played on his mind like a broken
record, and flashes of a horror scene filled his mind, spurring him on to move
faster still. He knew Chris and Chad were at his heels, could feel the anguish
reflected at a fraction of his own, but he could spare no thought to them. All
that mattered, was getting to his mate. Panic driving him, he pushed even
harder, his paws barely touching the ground by this point, branches flashing
past him at a dizzying speed as he ate the distance up.
There were too many emotions coming over their mating bond for Jared to
decipher, as he was roiling in his own cacophony of feelings, but Jared knew
with cold certainty that his Jen was in trouble, and it was killing him to know
that he wasn’t there to protect him. It took a herculean effort to push past
all the feelings of overwhelming guilt and anxiety, but Jared somehow managed
the feat.
I think he’s okay.
Jeff’s speculative voice came through to Jared, making him falter in his steps
in relief.
You think? Jared growled warningly. What do you mean, you think?
Cool it, bro, Jeff’s annoyingly calm voice triggered Jared’s short fuse.
Don’t tell me to fucking cool it, Jeff!
I gotta shift, Jeff answered absently. I think he’s freaked out enough with me
in my wolf form.
Jared growled, snapping his teeth even though his brother wasn’t there to see
it. I’m there in five minutes.
The closer he got, the more he could feel his mate’s receding terror. It didn’t
diminish completely, likely because he was still surrounded by things
unfamiliar to him. Focusing only on his soul’s call to Jared’s own, the Alpha
ran hard, but still, it felt like an eternity before he finally burst through
the clearing.
The first thing he noticed was Jensen, standing with his arms wrapped
protectively around himself, muscles coiled and jeans and shirt streaked with
dirt. Then he registered his brother, the smell of the dead wolf Jeff had
presumably dragged out of sight and Hayley, an omega in their pack with her
three cubs.
Jensen recognized his wolf, and relief drowned his features, relaxing his
stance and taking the tension from him. Bounding over to him in wolf form,
Jared inspected his mate for injuries, his attention only on his lover.
Jensen, baby, are you okay?
“I’m fine, Jay…I’m okay,” Jensen dropped to his knees and Jared nuzzled him
lovingly. The boy’s arms wrapped comfortably around him as Jensen buried his
face in Jared’s fur. They stayed like that for a moment, blocking out the rest
of the world, Jared constantly licking at Jensen’s exposed neck.
When Chris came forward, Jared instinctively snarled, but the other alpha
waited patiently for him to come back to his senses. Kane had shifted at some
point, and now he held out a pair of jeans to Jared, even as his attention was
solely on his brother, anxiety splashed over his face.
I’m just gonna shift, baby, okay? Jared butted his muzzle against Jensen’s
neck, waiting for him to straighten and licking the underside of his jaw as
soon as he did.
“Okay, Jay,” Jensen nodded slowly, relaxing when his eyes found Chris. “I’ll
stay with Chris.”
Ignoring the customary nip of jealousy as Kane helped Jensen to his feet, Jared
darted to the subtle cover of the trees and shifted, pulling on his jeans in a
swift motion.
“He recognized your wolf, bro,” Jeff’s voice called out to him as Jared strode
back to Jen’s side. The Alpha smiled briefly, remembering his older brother’s
presence. The other Padalecki stood unobtrusively to the side and Jared read
the hesitation in the eyes that were so like his own. Jeff didn’t want to
intrude, but at the same time, he was as much a part of this as Jen was. He
nodded minutely, and his brother stepped slowly toward them.
Jensen tensed at the slight motion, and nervously sought sanctuary by stepping
close to Jared. Wrapping a protective arm around his mate, Jared pulled him as
close as possible into his side, nuzzling him again. Relief made him almost
obsessive, an insatiable need for a tangible connection between them burning
inside him. It didn’t seem as if the smaller boy minded, though, judging by the
way he snuggled impossibly closer.
“I’m here, baby,” he murmured soothingly, ignoring the other wolves observing
them, but angling his body slightly in front of his mate to shield him from the
scrutiny. “I’m right here, I’ve got you. Not gonna let anyone hurt you.”
Jensen nodded where he was pressed against Jared’s chest, hooking his hands
into his shirt. It was an incredible shock to the artist, being that he was
still so new to the Were world, and nearly getting attacked by a lone wolf was
one of the worst experiences Jared could imagine. Glancing at Chris, Jared saw
that Kane was ashen, and it was obvious he was caught in a place between the
past and the present. He could only imagine the thoughts that were coursing
through the wolf’s mind as he ran towards his brother.
As if he could read Jared and Chris’ mind, Jensen straightened, casting his
eyes around him to find Chris and send him a shaky smile. Just the small action
triggered a sense of relief in him, and Chris sagged, coming back to himself
and stepping closer to them, obviously finding comfort.
“You’re lucky, Jay-rod.” Damn it, he’d forgotten his brother again. Jeff smiled
at them. “Your mate is as brave as they come.”
Jensen ducked his face shyly, blushing at the praise.
“The cubs were here with him,” Jeff continued heedlessly, “when the wolf
attacked. He bundled them against his chest and covered them with his body to
make sure that they didn’t get hurt, even if he did. He didn’t even know the
pups, but he protected them.” Jeff huffed admiringly. “It was the bravest damn
thing I’ve ever seen, from human or wolf.”
Jared swelled with pride, even as the reality of how bad things could have been
sunk into him, making him weak with the force of it. He smothered his mate with
kisses, uncaring of his brother standing there.
“You could have been hurt,” he breathed, censoring his anguish so as not to
make it seem like he regretted Jensen protecting the little ones. “God, Jen…”
“I had to,” his lover murmured back, pressing his face against Jared’s neck.
“They’re just babies, Jay.”
Jared nodded, biting possessively at the nape of his mate’s neck. “I’m proud of
you.”
“He’s also smart,” Jeff broke into their moment, chuckling. “He knew who I
was.”
“You look like Jared,” Jen contributed, looking shyly at Jeff, a little more
confident with Jared there with him. “Your wolf, and your human form.” He
cocked his head curiously to the side. “The real question is…how did you know
who I was?”
Jeff smirked at him, that smug smile that Jared had come to realize meant that
he was about to get embarrassed by big brother. “He’s so amazing, Jeff,” his
brother mimicked in a high falsetto that sounded absolutely nothing like him.
“He has like, the greenest eyes ever!”
Jensen burst out laughing and Jared growled in displeasure. While the sound
might have had his pack quivering, it had absolutely no effect on the elder
Padalecki. Stupid big brothers.
“Seriously, though,” Jeff grinned at Jensen, who was still chuckling. “Jared
said you were the most gorgeous guy this town’s ever seen. I realized pretty
quick who you were, and that my brother wasn’t exaggerating.”
His mate flushed sexily, and Jared kissed his neck territorially, finding out
that his brother was no exception to his possessive jealousy. Before Jensen
could formulate a response, he was snowballed from the side by an excited pup.
Jared grinned down at the runt, smaller than everyone in the pack, but still
the gutsiest, spunkiest cub of the lot. He was surprised when Jensen reached
down and lifted the pup into his arms, and he was even more surprised by how
at-home the runt seemed to be, especially when he scrambled up Jen’s chest to
nestle down in the curve between his neck and shoulder, burrowing there as
though that were his place. It seemed his mate had made friends with the little
ones, which was strange considering how the pups generally stayed away from the
human populace.
“What’s his name, Jay?” Jensen asked distractedly, playing with the pup.
“Lucas,” Hayley answered before he could, smiling at Jensen. “I’m their mom,
and the omega who owes you her life, three times over,” she gestured at the
other two pups who were jumping excitedly at Jensen’s heels.
“You don’t owe me anything, Ma’am,” Jensen blushed, fastening his eyes to the
pups. “They’re awesome little ones, so playful and adventurous and friendly.
I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
Hayley smiled at Jared, and he wondered whether his pride in his mate shone on
his face the way it did in his heart. “He is as humble and loving and brave as
Jim says,” she told him. “I couldn’t imagine a greater addition to our family.”
“I agree,” Jared pulled his mate, kissing the hollow beneath his ear. “And I
think these little ones do too.”
The pups whelped happily, Lucas licking Jensen’s face and smothering him in
puppy kisses. Jensen knelt down so as not to leave the other two cubs out, and
the sight did something funny to Jared’s chest and stomach. A feeling burnt
inside him, unfamiliar but fierce, one he couldn’t really identify.
“What’s their names?” Jensen enquired before he could think further into it.
The pups were all over him, clearly enthusiastic about their hero.
“That’s Liam and Layla,” Jared pointed each little one out and they yipped in
response, acknowledging, but still wary of him, likely because of the Alpha
scent he wore. He made a mental note to bring Jensen and spend more time with
the little ones; he needed to bond with the future of his pack, and they also
seemed adorable, so that didn’t hurt.
“Why can’t they shift like you guys can?”
“They’re still pups,” Chad was the one to answer this time, coming forward and
ruffling Jensen’s hair; a gesture of affection to show that he was glad his
pool-brother was okay. “They’ll shift by the time they turn four.” Jensen
grinned at Chad in thanks, and the blonde haired alpha bumped his shoulder in
response, winking at him.
The lack of sarcasm spoke a lot about how worried Chad had actually been about
Jensen. Observing for the first time, Jared noticed that several other alphas
had followed him on his mad dash to get to his mate, and he was amazed by the
numbers. So many of them had reacted to the call… Then, something Hayley said
registered with him.
“Jim mentioned Jensen?” he asked the older omega.
She nodded matter-of-factly. “He adores the boy, and it’s easy to see why. He
likes him more than he likes some members of the pack, I reckon. We’ve all been
waiting with varying degrees of impatience for you to finally introduce him to
us.”
“Jared hogs Jensen all the time,” Chad sniffed teasingly, recovering quickly
from his bout of anxiety. “I’ve been trying so hard to kick him of the habit.”
“What is it with you people and getting a laugh at my expense?” the Alpha
grumbled as Jensen snickered. His mate kissed his cheek in consolation,
grinning fondly at him.
“Don’t worry, Jay,” he whispered conspiratorially. “I don’t actually mind you
keeping me to yourself.”
Best mate ever.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
If Jensen thought Jared was protective before, it was nothing compared to how
he was when Jensen was on the packlands.
It was similar, he supposed, to how he acted when Jared was in gang territory,
hyper vigilant and protective, especially after the scare with the lone wolf.
Chris was just as bad if not worse, so between them, Jensen had a perpetual
bodyguard.
He had integrated easily into the pack, especially once word traveled about him
protecting the little ones. He was welcomed with open arms by everyone except
Gerald Padalecki, who wouldn’t even glance his way. It stopped bothering him as
much, but he hated the effect it had on Jared. His lover denied it, but Jensen
could see the way Jared deflated every time it happened, and frankly he
understood the reaction. After idolizing the man his entire life, it had to
hurt the future Alpha that his father disapproved of his choice. If it were
anyone else, Jensen would have broken up with him for the sole reason that he
hated seeing someone he loved being crushed by sadness, but he knew enough of
the long-haired, hazel-eyed love of his life, and knew enough about their bond
as mates, to say that leaving him would hurt a hundred and one times worse.
He wondered often enough whether talking to the stubborn man would do anything
to change his prejudice. He would do it in a heartbeat if it meant easing the
tension, but he was afraid to pick at the tenuous string the Padalecki family
seemed to be balancing on. It was his own fault that they were at loggerheads
to begin with, and he didn’t want to add to his rap sheet by being the one to
cause a fall-out.
“It’s not your fault, you know.”
An amicable voice pulled Jensen from his mile-deep thoughts, and he looked up
to find Jeff Padalecki grinning down at him. He stood up and dusted off his
jeans, cleaning away the dirt that clung to him from where he was relaxing to
keep an eye on the scuffling Kendall pups. Luke, Layla and Liam were often
found at his heels, or in Luke’s case, on his shoulder, and more often than
not, he babysat the pups as well as several others in the pack.
“What isn’t?” he asked quizzically, glancing over at the pups before fixing a
smile on Jared’s older brother. He noticed idly that Chris hadn’t left him
alone still, even in the presence of the elder Padalecki, and was instead in
wolf form, playing with the little ones.
“My father’s jackass behavior,” Jeff answered calmly, sending a soothing smile
at him. “He’s out of line. It’s not your fault.”
Jensen grasped at straws, fighting against the instinct to drop his jaw like a
fish out of water. “I um…I…thank you,” he finally managed to grasp on to, “for
saying that.”
“No, kid, I mean it,” he shook his head. “Don’t pay any heed to him. I’m
married to an amazing woman, I have beautiful twins and I’m living a fantastic
life in Seattle. And absolutely none of it matters to my father. He hasn’t even
met his grandkids, all because my mate was someone from another pack.”
Jensen gaped, righteous indignation rising up on Jeff’s behalf. “That’s not
okay!” he spluttered. “Aren’t you mad?”
Jeff nodded slowly, seeming to consider his answer. “I was, for a long time.
But then I realized that there were more productive emotions than anger and
resentment to hold on to. Like love.”
“I could get on board with that,” Jensen murmured, “if it wasn’t for how hurt
Jared gets every time his father looks at me with that disdainful glare of
his.”
“My little brother will learn soon enough.” Jeff waved a hand dismissively.
“God knows he loves you enough that I bet he doesn’t even feel it after a
while.”
“I never want Jared getting used to pain.”
“And that is precisely what makes you different to my father.” Jeff pulled him
into a rough, one-armed hug. “I like you, kid,” he grinned fondly down at him.
“Take care of my baby brother, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
###
“Lindsay,” he called to the club’s bartender absentmindedly, “don’t forget to
bring in more ice. And call Daniel, remind him to buy more cordial and we’ll
reimburse him.” The spunky blonde grinned at him, nodding in acknowledgement,
and Jensen turned his attention to the task at hand. He was seated at the back
booth of the club, balancing the books and relishing in the peace and quiet of
the still-closed establishment. It was the only place he could get any work
done, since it was the only place he had any sort of isolation, given that
Jared was so overprotective.
Chewing unthinkingly at the top of the Penflex ball-point pen he was using, he
tallied up the incomes on a calculator.
Later, he would blame the confusing accounting procedures for not registering
the new presence right there in front of him.
“I never meant to scare you that night.”
Jensen froze abruptly, his blood running icy. The incident having occurred two
weeks ago, Jensen had lowered his guard, and now he cursed his own
foolhardiness.
Moving slowly to avoid startling the obviously skittish man, Jensen raised his
head, taking in the washed out jeans and the forest green t-shirt first, before
registering the sharp jaw and shaved beard, the green eyes and the dark brown
hair with hints of blond roots.
All at once, he knew.
“Josh.”
At the address, a breathtaking smile of pure excitement and relief and love
blossomed over the virtual stranger’s face. That was enough confirmation for
him, and before he could stop himself, Jensen was out of his chair and throwing
himself into Josh’s opened arms. His brother embraced him desperately, and
Jensen returned it with equal ferocity.
“Oh, God, oh Jensen…” he choked, sobbing into Jensen’s neck. “I’m here, little
brother…God, I…I just, I can’t…I can’t believe it, ugh…you got so big!” he
laughed thickly. “I can’t believe it’s actually you.”
The other man pulled back to press a long, reverent kiss to Jensen’s forehead,
and in that moment, flashbacks painted his eyelids; of sandcastles and hide ‘n
seek matches, of toy cars and sleeping in a tree house in a back yard under a
blanket of stars…of them.
And Jensen couldn’t fathom how he hadn’t remembered it all.
“I thought I’d lost you…” his brother murmured in anguish. “God, I thought I
lost you, I thought I’d never see you again, but you’re here, and you’re okay,
and you’re…fuck, you’re with me!” The brothers laughed shakily, and Josh
brushed tenderly at the tears Jensen hadn’t even realized were falling down his
cheeks. “I thought I was never gonna see you again, little brother,” he
repeated, shaking his head as though he were waking up from a terribly long
nightmare. Which in a way, Jensen guessed, he was.
“Yeah, well, what took you so long?” he teased good-naturedly, mopping at his
face but keeping one hand on his big brother’s shoulder, needing the contact to
assure himself he wasn’t dreaming. “You took your sweet-ass time getting here
when you could’ve just gone to Aunt Katherine.”
Josh glanced at him in shock. “Aw, Jense…” his face furrowed in a look of
sympathy. “I thought someone would have told you, little brother…”
“Told me what?” Jensen felt confusion knitting his own brow.
“Aunt Kath’s been dead for nine years.”
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~*Jensen*~
 
The air was clogged with a foul stench, gagging him even through the rough
handkerchief that was wound roughly around his mouth. The more he wriggled
around, the tighter the zip ties around his wrists and legs became, digging
unforgivingly into the tender flesh until he felt the tell-tale, warm trickle
of blood down his wrists and ankles. His back and neck ached with the strenuous
position and his abdomen protested any slight movement that jarred his agonized
ribs.
God, Jensen, he thought bitterly to himself. How do you get yourself into these
situations?
 
~*Three days ago*~
 
“What the hell do you mean, Aunt Kath’s been dead for nine years?” Jensen
nearly hollered, his heart rate stuttering before picking up triple time.
Urgency made him latch a hand on to Josh’s shirt, and it was only then that he
realized he was shaking. “Who told you that?”
“Calm down, little brother,” Josh grabbed his hand, brow furrowed in concern.
“What’s going on, why…”
“Josh!” He felt bad for snapping, especially so soon after he was reunited with
his brother, but the feeling of impending doom was hard to ignore, especially
knowing how much of his life was exposed to…whoever the hell he’d been meeting
with all this time. “Just tell me how you found out. Please.”
Maybe it was something Josh saw in his eyes, or maybe it was just so that
Jensen would relieve the death grip he had on the other man’s t-shirt, but
whatever it was prompted Josh to be as concise as possible. “When we…” he
swallowed convulsively, “…crashed, just before the car hit, I opened the door,
and I rolled out…I tried to take you with me, but your seatbelt was stuck and I
didn’t realize until you slipped out of my grasp.” Josh’s eyes and voice turned
pleading, and Jensen softened enough to squeeze his brother’s shoulder.
“I understand, Josh,” he nodded softly in compassion, “I know you would have
saved me in a second if you could have. I don’t blame you.”
As it those were the magic words, the anguish in the older man’s face slowly
faded until he was composed enough to continue his story. “Well, I passed out,
probably from the fall, and when I woke up, I was in a bedroom. As far as I can
gather, I was unconscious at the site of the crash, and my…” he faltered for a
second, “…the people who took me in, they thought…they saw Mom and Dad…and
then…” tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, “…then they saw you in the
back, and you were…you were…”
“Josh…”
“They told me you were dead, little brother,” the older man fought for self-
control, his voice breaking on the painful word. “I can’t…”
Jensen felt wretched for the way he was rushing his brother, who was obviously
still in pain, but…Jared. It was his safety that Jensen was worried about, and
it was his safety Jensen had put at risk every time he conceded and took Jared
with him for those meetings. Pushing his own angst aside- because how could he
have made a mistake like that, not recognizing his own aunt?- he focused his
attention on Josh.
“I’m sorry, big brother,” he whispered, wrapping a supportive arm around him,
“I’m sorry…but I need to know.”
Josh nodded, swallowing hard and leaning against him for support. “They took me
in, raised me…they always wanted a child. They found out you were alive from
the newspaper articles, but they never told me because they knew I’d have
wanted to find you. Finally, when I was nineteen, they couldn’t take the guilt
and they told me. I’ve been looking for you ever since. I went to Aunt
Katherine’s first, but I only found Hank there. He was the one who told me that
Aunt Kath had died.” He shook his head. “That’s why it took me four freaking
years to track you down. I was close to giving up when a friend of a friend of
a friend started talking, and the story worked its way along the chain to me,
about a dark blonde haired, green-eyed ghost that went by the name JR…the only
guy to ever beat Big Mike in darts, and in a fight.” Josh beamed at him. “That
was you, wasn’t it?”
Jen nodded, only half-acknowledging the pride on his brother’s face. “How do
you know Big Mike?”
“Only ever heard of the man,” Josh shrugged, before realization and fear
promptly came on to his face. “Wait…how do you know him? And why did you have
to kick his ass?”
“My foster father owed him money,” Jensen answered without thinking. “I won it
back.”
Josh paled dramatically. “You’re not even legal yet!” he spluttered, shaking
his head as he fought to understand the implications of the stories he’d heard.
“But Jensen, they talk about this JR like he’s been around ages, he has such a
big street rep that even I heard of him, and I didn’t even live there.”
Cursing his lack of foresight at the reaction, Jensen gently nodded. “I’ve had
to have a lot of street cred, Josh…I became JR in order to accomplish that
without losing…me. It’s been…a rough few years.”
“Oh, God, Jense, what have I done…”
Stopping the recrimination in its tracks, Jensen shook his head vehemently.
“There was nothing you could have done. And I turned out okay, I promise,” he
added with a wink and a reassuring smile.
“Of course you did,” Josh answered immediately, “you’re an Ackles.”
Jensen chuckled lightly, for the first time in his life, feeling a certain glow
of belonging; to someone who shared his blood, so it was different to anything
he’d ever felt before. Warm. Loving.
“So stop with the blame game melodrama,” he added flippantly, nudging his
brother with his elbow. “The past is in the past. One day, we can exchange war
stories, but for now, let’s enjoy the fact that we’re here together, huh?”
Jensen felt a twinge of guilt when Josh brightened at his words; not because he
didn’t share in the excitement, but because he was willing to bet that Josh
felt it a little more than he did. The primary concern in his mind just then
was getting answers; not even meeting his long-lost brother could take the
urgency of that matter away.
After all, it was his mate’s safety that was on the line, first and foremost.
Josh threw an arm around him, bringing Jensen from his thoughts. “Yeah,” his
brother nodded, and it took Jensen half a minute to realize that he was talking
about them finally reuniting. “I’m never letting you go again, Jenny boy,” he
teased, and Jensen punched him in the sternum, the barest ghost of a memory
flickering on the surface; he hadn’t liked that stupid name since childhood,
but Josh was a persistent little brat.
“Jen?”
Jared’s voice sounded behind him, before Jensen could retaliate. He turned to
find his boyfriend glaring ferociously at Josh, white hot rage almost tangible
in the air between them. Josh stepped in front of him protectively, an action
that Jensen had never been given the chance to properly appreciate or scoff at.
It was also an action that Jared didn’t particularly approve of.
A low growl sounding in his chest, Jared stepped forward and Jensen knew enough
of Jared to tell that the man was beginning to lose what little patience he
had. Intercepting them, he placed a hand on Jared’s warm chest, the Alpha
instantly relaxing underneath his soothing touch.
“Jared,” he started quickly, before Josh or Jared could go into full-protective
mode, “wait. It’s not what you think.” He took a deep breath, looking between
them quickly. “It’s Josh, Jay,” he revealed in a low voice, watching as the
announcement drained the color from his boyfriend’s face. “I know,” he added
consolingly, squeezing Jared’s bicep. “I could scarcely believe it myself at
first.”
“You wanna fill me in here, baby brother?” Josh’s slightly testy voice made
Jensen flinch, acutely aware of the fact that he was about to come out to his
brother- his only blood family left- in the first fifteen minutes of meeting
him.
But then Jared’s hand drifted down to grasp his, almost as though he felt the
tension in Jensen, and maybe he could, over their mating bond. Regardless of
how, Jared knew, and that action of both support and possession reminded Jensen
why he loved Jared, and why he would never need anyone but the hazel-eyed boy
to survive.
Just like that, Jensen wasn’t so afraid anymore. He felt invincible when he was
with Jared.
“Josh,” he lifted his chin in pride, “this is Jared. He’s my boyfriend.”
Josh stared at him for a full minute without moving, and Jensen worried,
without breathing it seemed. He blinked owlishly, eyes going from their
intertwined hands to Jensen’s face and back again.
“You’re gay?” he asked finally, a note of shock entering his voice and making
it higher pitched.
Jared reacted instinctively, moving closer to him protectively, a low growl in
his chest. Despair gripped Jensen’s insides and he tried not to let his
trepidation show to his brother as he nodded.
“Yeah.”
For a long minute, Josh looked at him hard, searching his eyes for something
Jensen couldn’t guess. It felt like his brother was trying to glimpse the color
of his soul, and it was only through years of being JR that allowed him to hold
the eye-contact without fidgeting like he wanted to.
“You’re happy.” It was less question and more statement, but Jensen nonetheless
nodded.
“I am.”
Nodding slowly, Josh looked Jared up and down. “You being gay? Awesome, Jense,
good for you. I’m proud of you for being strong enough to be who you are. But
couldn’t you have picked a normal guy instead of Sasquatch here?”
Jensen huffed, a weird mixture of relief and humor bubbling in him. Jared too,
relaxed, but Josh retained a bit of reservation in his eyes, despite his joke.
Jensen filed that information away in his mind, making a note to bring it up
another time. He didn’t want to hurt or aggravate Jared with the information;
he would sort it out with Josh alone.
Because frankly, it didn’t really matter if his brother didn’t approve. He was
ecstatic to have gotten him back, but if the choice was between him and Jared?
Jensen would tell him to enjoy the rest of his life, and go back to his mate.
Finally, an inkling of understanding hit him; when you find your mate, your
soul mate, no one else matters as much. The realization took away some of his
guilt over the spat Jared had with his father.
“In any event,” Jared brought him back to reality, “it’s good to meet you, man.
Jensen’s been looking for you for weeks.”
Josh nodded in acknowledgment, returning the sentiment with sincerity that only
Jensen could tell was fake.
“How did you eventually find Jen?” Jared asked, wrapping a possessive arm
around his waist.
“Well,” even though Jared asked the question, Josh kept his eyes on Jensen as
he answered, “I went to some bar, and the guy tending? I asked him if he knew
someone named JR, blonde hair, green eyes, freckles…anyway, he said he didn’t
know you, but then he tracked me down just before I left. Must have had a
change of heart. He told me you were working here as a favour to a friend.”
“Why didn’t you just ask Jensen’s and your Aunt where he was?” Jared asked
quizzically. Before Josh could cotton on, Jensen hastily covered up.
“Jay, Josh just told me…” he raised his eyes to meet Jared’s, hoping the hidden
message there would be visible to his boyfriend. “Aunt Kath died a couple years
ago. Explains why no one answered the land line phone.”
Instantly, Jared’s face became blank and his body tensed. The arm around him
tightened to an iron grip but thankfully, Josh didn’t seem to notice the
tension hanging thick in the air.
“Uncle Hank is there, though,” he supplied helpfully. “He should answer the
phone, and any questions you have about her.”
Jensen nodded slowly. “Remind me what their number is again?”
 
~Present~
 
Breathing through his nose, he tried valiantly to calm his rapidly beating
heart. He knew he was in a bad position; Jared didn’t know where he was, even
if he knew what happened, and Chris…no. Chris couldn’t come here, not for him.
He wasn’t worth that. Silently, he sent up a prayer that his best friend and
big brother wouldn’t try to come looking for him, hoped against hope that Jared
was in enough of a mind to tell Chris to stay put.
But if anything was abundantly clear, it was that Jared was the furthest thing
from rational when it came to his safety. Trying to find a comfortable position
in this God-forsaken situation, Jensen remembered how difficult it was to
convince Jared to let him see Hank alone. His boyfriend insisted that he
shouldn’t go alone, and now, Jensen wished he’d listened to the paranoia.
Instead, he’d convinced Jared to let him go alone, without telling Chris or
Josh anything,
Jared had an Alpha meet, and given that he’d pissed his father off by running
out of the last meet with several alphas on his tail, Jensen insisted that he
play nice and attend. Even in the face of Jared’s pleas for him to wait, Jensen
had stood firm, desperate as he was for answers. The whole scenario was
bothering him, from his Aunt’s mysterious death, which Josh knew nothing about,
right up to whoever had approached him a couple weeks ago. Eventually, Jared
had relented, insisting that he used the truck as a condition.
He was convinced that his memory didn’t lie, but there was so much to prove
that it did. More than that, there was something elusive dancing along the
corners of his mind, something that he knew was important, but he just couldn’t
grab hold of it. It taunted his every waking moment, dancing seductively on the
brink of consciousness before slinking away once more. Jensen wasn’t by any
definition of the word, slow, and maybe it was the close emotional range, or
the fatigue, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t focus his thoughts
enough to form a coherent picture.
Until he spoke to Hank.
 
~The previous day~
 
“Jensen? Is that you, boy?”
Hank looked at him in disbelief, and Jensen was surprised to see tears building
up in the older man’s eyes. He stepped forward almost hesitantly, like he was
afraid Jensen was going to disappear, and held up a hand, pressing it against
Jensen’s cheek.
The green-eyed boy stood perfectly still as the calloused hand, now feeling
like paper from old age, gently cupped his cheek, patting it as though trying
to verify that he was real.
“Oh, thank God,” he uttered before pulling Jensen into a surprisingly strong
hug. Shock made him motionless in the older man’s arms; he thought Hank was the
one to refuse him after his parents’ deaths. This man? He was the one Jensen
remembered from childhood, affectionate and loving. Cautiously, he patted
Hank’s back.
“How are ya doing, Hank?” he asked politely, hating how stiff his voice
sounded.
“Better,” Hank answered absently, his attention diverted by examining Jensen’s
frame. “Now that I can see you’re in one piece. You need to eat something
though, Kid. They not feeding you properly at that damn foster home they sent
you to?”
From the bitter way that the man spat the words, something clicked into place
for Jensen. “You didn’t want me to grow up in foster care.”
“Of course not!” Hank blustered, motioning for Jensen to follow him as he
walked into the living room. “I wanted to keep you with us. With family. It
killed me to know that you were going to go to some new place with all these
strangers to look after you instead of the people who already knew you and knew
how to care for you right.” Hank shook his head sadly. “But your Aunt…she had
other ideas.”
Yet another lie the imposter had told. Some of the ice on Jensen’s heart
melted, and he aimed a tentative smile at his uncle. “If it helps at all, the
people they sent me to…they loved me a lot.”
Hank nodded slowly, wiping away tears. “I guess there’s that,” he allowed
gruffly. “How old are you now, Kid?”
“I’m eighteen.”
“That’s right,” Hank whistled, shaking his head. “Been nine years for your
aunt, you know.”
Nine years…that number stuck stubbornly in his head, and he felt like it was
key to figuring out the puzzle in front of him. Biting his lip, Jensen steeled
himself to take the plunge.
“No…no, actually, I don’t know, Hank. That’s kind of why I’m here…I only found
out yesterday that she had passed away. I just…I wanted to know what happened.”
Sighing gustily, Hank waved at the couches, indicating to Jensen to take a
seat. Settling himself comfortably on the one-seater, Jensen afforded his uncle
his full attention.
“We were going camping,” Hank started. “We were going to be there for two
nights, then drive back in time to see the Fourth of July fireworks. We did it
every year, and always at the same place, but that year…God, I guess it was
just a freak accident.”
Jensen waited patiently for Hank to gather his thoughts, leaning in once more
when he resumed his story.
“See, Jensen, I always checked out the places we went camping, every year. I
made sure that there wasn’t any sightings of dangerous animals, I checked the
stats and probabilities of us finding a dangerous animal at that time and
confronting it. I could have sworn I had checked it all out…but I guess I
didn’t.” He shook his head in self-recrimination that was nearly a decade old.
“There were wild dogs. They attacked us…it was the damndest thing, Jense. I
could have bet all the money in my back account that wild dogs don’t attack
without provocation, but these ones? They just came out of nowhere and went
straight for us. We both ran, and it was only once I’d gotten to the Jeep that
I realized Kath had slipped on some roots…” Hank shuddered, and Jensen felt a
wave of sympathy along with guilt at making him relive the nightmare. “I turned
back to see her on the floor. She was so terrified she couldn’t even scream,
she was just sobbing and her mouth was open in agony with no sound coming out.”
His breathing hitched as tears slipped down his cheeks. “She was dead no matter
what I’d have done. So I got into the Jeep. Hightailed it out of there like the
coward I am.”
The crazy urge to defend came to Jensen. “You’re not a coward, Hank,” he
comforted gently. “It was an awful situation, you did the best you could. And I
know you wouldn’t have left her unless she was beyond saving.”
Nodding slowly, Hank shed some of his guilt-ridden disposition. “I just wish
she could be here to see how you and Josh grew up.”
Deep emotion curled in Jensen suddenly, making him breathless with grief. How
much had been taken away from him…how much had his family, both sets of them,
been forced to suffer?
And God, when would it end?
As if sensing the turmoil in his thoughts, Hank reached over and hesitantly
wrapped him in a hug. Jensen surrendered himself to the familiar, comforting
arms that used to throw him up in the air and catch him sixteen years ago.
“We’ll land on our feet, kid,” Hank reassured him softly. “We always do.”
Nodding against his uncle’s chest, Jensen took in a ragged breath. “I’m sorry
it took me this long to come see you.”
“Kid,” Hank laughed, “I honestly didn’t think you’d ever want to come back here
again, that was assuming you remembered all of us at all. I’m just sorry I
couldn’t come and fetch you. I tried, when your aunt died, but they wouldn’t
grant me legal custody, and since Kath’s body was never found, they didn’t want
to change custody either.”
“Her body was never found?” Jensen asked, straightening up as another puzzle
piece fell into his lap. “Why? Do wild dogs normally drag their prey?” He
flinched momentarily, hoping the callous reference to his aunt hadn’t hurt
Hank.
“No.” He shook his head. “They’re notoriously picky eaters, in fact, in that
they let a lot of the carcass go to waste.” This time it was Hank’s turn to
wince.
Jensen, however, was too busy trying to figure out this fit into the bigger
picture to be concerned with terminology. He felt like he was on the edge of a
precipice, and he just needed one more thing to fall into place…
“Look, Hank,” he finally stood up, realizing that it was unfair to his uncle to
be sitting there without talking, lost in his thoughts, “thank you for
everything. I guess I just need some time to come to grips with it all,” he
lied, “so I’m gonna take off.” Hank’s face fell almost imperceptibly, and
Jensen hastened to add, “I promise I’ll be back around. So often you’re gonna
get sick of me.”
Hank beamed at him, for the first time looking like the jovial man he
remembered from his childhood. “That could never happen, kiddo,” he replied
firmly. “Why don’t you give me your number? I’d like to talk to you more often,
Kid. I missed enough of your life.”
Something warm lit Jensen’s insides as he rattled his number off and took
Hank’s. As he got to the door, he was struck by something he’d always wanted to
ask, but never really could to anyone else. Hank, though, could relate to his
grief.
“Hey Hank?”
“Yeah, Kid?”
“What do you miss most about her?”
Hank’s eyes misted over and he sent Jensen a tremulous smile. “I’ll call you
once I sift through all ten thousand things and manage to choose one of them.”
Jensen nodded, satisfied with the answer.
You could never really say what you missed most, when you missed most
everything.
“Thanks, Hank,” he smiled gently. “And I’m sorry for making you relive that
day.”
“Are you joking, Kid?” Hank shook his head, pain etched on to his features. “I
see those damn dogs and their damn yellow eyes every night I close my eyes. My
worst nightmare these days are of amber eyes.”
Hank closed the door, and Jensen was glad he did because he couldn’t keep a
poker face at that bit of information.
A friend of his had done a research project in middle school about wild dogs,
and he distinctly remembered the girl telling him about the species they got
around here, and that they only had hazel eyes.
The only thing he knew that had amber eyes…
…a wolf.
What were the implications of that? He needed to talk to…
His timing as impeccable as ever, Jared phoned him as he walked down the
driveway. Shaking his head, Jensen wondered whether Jared just had uncanny
feelings, or whether he could read Jensen’s mind better and further than he was
letting on.
“I love you,” Jensen told him, by way of answering.
“I love you too.” The smile in Jared’s voice could be heard over the phone.
“And I gotta tell you, I could get used to you answering the phone like that.”
He paused for a second. “Only when I’m calling, obviously.”
Jensen chuckled, feeling some of his tension slip away at the adorableness that
was his lover. “Ever the possessive Alpha.”
“You love it, my beautiful mate,” Jared teased, making him laugh once more. “I
just finished up at the stupid meet.”
“Did you behave?” Jensen put on his best stern voice.
“Of course, love,” Jared answered innocently, “when don’t I?”
“Why don’t I believe you?” Jensen asked dubiously, trying to ignore the fuzzy
feels he got from Jared’s nicknames.
“Because you’re my mate and you know me better than anyone.”
Jensen smiled gently, softening his voice. “What happened?”
“Just my dad,” Jared sighed, “being his usual charming self. And by charming I
mean…”
“Don’t mouth off,” Jensen cut him off, chuckling. “He’s still your father, and
Pack Alpha.”
“You’re more respectful than me and my dad combined, baby.”
“That’s why your mom loves me best.”
“I wish I could argue that,” Jared scoffed, making Jensen smile over the phone
once more. “But she does, so... you know.” Jensen chuckled, balancing his phone
between his shoulder and ear for a second as he dug in his pocket for the keys
to the truck. He’d parked a block away, unsure as to the reception he was going
to receive and unwilling to put anything on anyone’s radar that could be traced
back to Jared.
“It’s a gift and a curse,” Jensen joked as he slid into the driver’s seat.
“I know,” Jared’s amused voice came over the line. “I also know that you’re
stalling. What’s the word there, love? Have you seen your uncle? Are you on
your way home?”
“Yes to both those last ones,” Jensen answered, swinging easily out of his
parking bay. “And get this; my aunt was attacked by wolves.”
“What?” his boyfriend’s disbelief was matched by his own. “Where?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, flinching in the face of hindsight. “I’ll call and
ask him later.”
Before Jared could respond, Jensen heard the tell-tale clicking sound of an
incoming call.
Hank.
“Hold that thought, Jay,” he told his boyfriend quickly. “Hank’s calling me.
I’ll ask him now.” Switching calls, he greeted his uncle. “Everything okay?” he
queried.
“All fine,” Hank confirmed. “You headed home?”
“Yeah,” Jensen put his phone on speaker so that he could drive properly, laying
it on the dash. “I’m nearing the edge of town. Hey Hank, where were you and
Aunt Kath going camping that weekend?”
“We headed to Sycamore Park. Why?”
Jensen sucked in a breath; Sycamore Park was only about 30 miles from the
packlands. Interesting…
“No reason,” he spoke faintly when he remembered his uncle was waiting for an
answer. “Just curious, I guess.”
“You always were,” Hank chuckled. “You wanted to know what I missed most about
her?”
“Yeah,” Jensen nodded, even though Hank couldn’t see. “Tell me.”
“I miss the way she smelled,” Hank answered wistfully. “That ridiculous vanilla
perfume she always wore that drove me crazy because I was allergic to it.”
Jensen was glad he wasn’t holding the phone, because he’d have dropped it if he
was.
All at once, the pieces fell together into a neat picture, and Jensen could
have kicked himself for not putting it together before.
“Hank I gotta go,” he blurted in a rush, pulling the truck over to the side of
the road to avoid crashing in his excitement. Switching the call over to Jared
before his uncle could answer, Jensen stumbled out of the truck, slamming the
door shut. “I got it!”
“Got what?” Jared’s perplexed and slightly alarmed voice almost made him laugh.
“Are you okay?”
Jensen’s mind was running a mile a minute, and before himself, came the concern
for Chris. “You have to stay with Chris, make sure he doesn’t leave the house,”
he said urgently. “I’ll be home as fast as I can, let me explain it all to
him.”
“Explain what?” Jared demanded, alarm entering his tone. “Jensen, you’re
freaking me out. What’s going on? Are you okay? I’m coming to get you.”
“I’ll be fine, Jay,” he forced himself to calm down. “I need you to stay with
Chris for now. Please.”
“Then tell me what’s going on.”
Jensen blew out a breath, organizing his story in his mind. “You remember when
Chris attacked me?” He didn’t wait for an answer, knowing that the moment was
embedded in Jared’s memory for a lifetime. “Well, I couldn’t figure out what
caused it, right? But I just realized! Aunt Kath was attacked by wolves that
weekend, Jay. It was on Sycamore Park? I thought it was strange, because that’s
so close to packlands, and I know no one from the pack would do that. Then I
figured it out. They didn’t.”
“Who attacked your aunt then?” Jared asked, his voice tight. “And is she dead?”
“Hank thought she’d died that day because he thought she was attacked by wild
dogs,” Jensen explained. “They never found her body, Jay. She wasn’t killed.
She was turned.”
Jared’s breath left him in a whoosh but Jensen didn’t pause, needing to get his
story out.
“She became a werewolf that night, but she let everyone think she was dead.
This happened nine years ago, Jay…” Jensen waited for the significance of that
number to impress itself on his boyfriend. “Nine years ago, around the same
time that three lone wolves attacked Chris’ family and killed all of them but
him. Jared…what if there was only two lone wolves, that became three when they
found two campers that were ripe for the taking?”
“Oh, God…”
“They killed Chris’ family, Jay,” he revealed, his voice hoarse. “These are the
wolves Chris has been waiting to kill for nine years.”
“How can you be so sure?” Jared asked weakly.
“Chris attacked me when he said he smelt something,” Jensen explained. “He once
told me that he couldn’t stand the scent of vanilla because one of the wolves
smelled like vanilla that attacked his family. My aunt only ever wore vanilla
perfume.” He cursed himself. “I can’t believe I didn’t put it together sooner.
The moment she saw me, she must have smelt Chris on me. She wanted to spend
time with me so that she could use me to get to Chris. Maybe use me as bait.”
“Jensen, baby,” Jared’s voice was strung taut with tension, and he could
practically taste the anxiety. “Come home. Now, please. If she ever wanted to
use you as bait, she might still be after you.”
“I’m on my way home, Jay,” he soothed. “Protect Chris for me okay?” He
hesitated a second before feeling the impulsive need to add once more, “I love
you, Jay.”
“More than the moon and the stars.”
He smiled at the words they hadn’t spoken in a while. “Forever and always.”
He hung up, feeling an overwhelming agitation; an anxious, ominous feeling in
the pit of his stomach.
“So you figured it out, my darling nephew.”
Jensen didn’t even have time to turn and face the sinister voice before he felt
something fall hard against the back of his head. The darkness enveloped him
before he hit the ground.
 
~Present~
 
He couldn’t believe he’d been this stupid. For so long, he’d drilled it into
himself to listen to his instincts. It was what kept him alive for so many
years.
Why hadn’t he listened to them this time?
He grimaced as sticky blood coagulated on his wrists and clothing. A light
brown haired man had come in at some point, after he’d woken up here gagged and
bound, and went to town bruising him up as much as he could. What stuck with
Jensen the most was the unadulterated, fierce hatred in the man’s eyes, in his
every kick, punch and shove.
This was someone he’d never met before in his entire life. How could someone
he’d never met have garnered and harbored such a sheer hate for him? What had
he done for him to lose control like that?
At one point, Jensen hadn’t been sure if the man was going to stop while he was
still breathing.
He tried, for what felt like ages, to figure the conundrum out, all to no
avail. Although he’d retained a semblance of calm and rationale through the
thrashing, he was just too tired, his mind hurt and jumbled. He half snorted at
the irony of the fact that his previous beatings gave him enough experience not
to be freaking out and losing precious energy, salt and water.
The door in front of slammed against the opposite wall as it opened, and there
stood his aunt.
She examined him critically, without moving an inch closer. “Seems like Gabe
had a good time.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “Serves you right for killing
Joe.”
“I didn’t…” Jensen struggled to speak or breathe, from what he estimated was
broken ribs, “…kill…anyone.”
“Yes, you did,” she replied calmly, waving away his wheezy denial. “That wolf
that attacked you in that clearing?” She rolled her eyes. “I told him not to
get over excited, I told him that you would come to us. No, Joe always had to
have things his way.” She looked at Jensen’s shocked face with a sick little
giggle. “You didn’t actually think he was after those two cubs and that useless
little runt, did you?”
“Don’t…talk about…them!” he snapped, paying for his anger with a coughing fit.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, before evening his already rough tone. “And
Joe…was killed…because…” he took in a painful breath before foraging bravely
on, “he tried…to hurt…us…not…my fault.”
Katherine simply shrugged again, almost disinterestedly. “They were lovers, or
something. I don’t think Gabe’s gonna listen to your pathetic, broken-up
reasoning.” She crouched down to his level, aiming a glare at him that finally
contained some real emotion, even if it was hate. Hate that was matched only in
Gabe’s eyes. “It worked out well for me,” she told him conversationally. “I
wanted to kill you from the start, instead of only that long-haired hippie
friend of yours. Gabe only listened to me when I brought back Joe’s body.”
“You seem like…the type…who does…the…evil monologue,” Jensen pushed the words
out painfully, wincing when the slight jarring of his body as he breathed
stabbed prickles of pain throughout him. “Tell me…how’d you…get past…”
“Your boyfriend?” Jensen nodded, and Katherine sneered smugly. “Easy. It seems
Lover-Boy didn’t tell you much about our history,” she preened, as though she
were born a wolf rather than turned. “A long time ago, when wolves roamed more
freely and humans had more respect for Shamans than they had fear, the wolf
packs joined forces with Shamans. Their sole aim was to co-exist peacefully,
both with other wolves, and with humans, so the Shamans gave wolves the power
to shift at will, as well as concocted a poultice that would allow wolves to
roam around without other wolves realizing that they were anything but human.”
She lifted her sleeve to show some of the remnants of a congealed, murky grey
substance on her arms. “I had to get past your body guard if I wanted to get to
you.”
“Why do…you…hate me?” he forced the words out, needing to know.
She sneered at him, her face twisting suddenly from her careful mask into an
ugly look of resentment. “You killed my sister!” she spat. “She should have
survived, not you!”
Slowly, her heavy breathing evened back out, and once again, she was composed
and unruffled. “No matter, though.”
Smiling at him with what Jensen could only describe as insanity, she nodded.
“I’m going to deliver the fate to you that should have been dealt sixteen years
ago.”
Icy cold drenched Jensen from head to toe.
God, Jay…please find me.
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~*Jared*~
 
“I have a bad feeling, man.”
Chad sobered as Jared made his declaration. Jared could tell that his friend
was bursting with curiosity, and he, oddly enough, appreciated the effort he
knew it took to reign the 20 questions in.
“Have you spoken to Jensen about this?” he asked.
“Not yet.” Jared worried his bottom lip, a gesture he’d unconsciously picked up
from Jensen. “I don’t want to worry him.”
Clucking disapprovingly at him, Chad frowned. “Well how’s he going to be
careful unless you warn him to be on his guard?” he asked reasonably. “On his
best day, Jen isn’t remotely careful with his safety.”
Jared huffed at the truth in his best friend’s words. His mate was always so
focused on getting answers; to protect Jared and the pack more than to protect
himself; that he took risks with his safety that left Jared more on edge than
he cared to admit. At first, he thought it was all Jensen’s close experiences
that had left him with plaguing nightmares, but the longer the vivid dreams
woke him up with sweat plastered to his face, calling his mate’s name in a
breathless pant, the longer he thought that maybe it was less of a night terror
and more of a warning.
A warning that his Jensen was in danger.
Closing his eyes briefly, Jared flashed back to the latest nightmare...
“Jen?”
Jared’s eyes cast desperately around him as terror overtook his body.
“Jensen!”
Spurred on by bone-deep fear, he rushed down the seemingly endless corridor,
throwing doors open as he ran, frantically searching for the briefest glimpse
of dirty blonde hair, of freckles, of startling green eyes. It felt like he was
running through jelly, and worse still was the crushing certainty that
something was coming; something foul and dangerous that meant to take his
beautiful mate away from him.
“JENSEN!”
“Jared.”
The breathless call stopped him in his tracks. He wasn’t sure, at first,
whether he’d heard Jensen or whether his cruel mind was playing equally cruel
tricks on him.
“Jared, please…”
With a start, he realized that it was his mate calling out for him, that it
wasn’t simply wishful thinking. He ran towards the sound of the voice, stopping
in front of a heavy oak door with peeling green paint. Something was etched on
to the door, a logo of sorts, one he could vaguely remember.
“Jay…”
His head jerked up, and he chastised himself for wasting time trying to
identify the odd symbol. Lady Luck obviously hated him in that moment, because
as soon as he tried to turn the door knob, it fell off, hitting the cement
floor with a clang. Bracing his shoulder, he rammed himself into the door a few
times, persistence fueled by Jensen’s pain-filled cries, until it finally gave
way against him and he stumbled into the room, almost falling on his face.
The room was dark and damp, and it reeked of blood, sweat and despair. He
choked momentarily on the clogging smell of…
…rotting fish?
Gagging at the stench, Jared held his sleeved hand to his mouth and nose,
trying to breathe through his mouth. His eyes darted around the large room,
desperately seeking.
He almost rocked back on his heels at the sight he was met with.
Jensen was lying on the ground, breathing harshly, a slight rattle in his
chest. More cloying than the fish smell, now, was the smell of his mate’s blood
filling his nostrils as it dripped from various cuts and bruises over his body.
His hands and legs were bound unforgivingly tight with zip ties and a length of
material was unceremoniously shoved in his mouth, and tied behind his head.
“Jensen!”
Dazed green eyes blinked at him with all the focus of a cocaine junkie. The
pain in their depths made Jared suck in a deep breath and fight back a
monstrous growl.
“It’s too late, Jay.” Jared took a second to wonder how his mate was talking
while he was gagged, before the ominous statement caught up to his awareness.
“Baby…”
“Too late,” his mate overrode his confused tone. “Too late.”
Jensen slumped over, eyes rolling to the back of his head, his body rapidly
coated in an icy blue sheen.
Jared’s heart stopped.
“NO!”
 
“Jared!”
Snapping back to reality, the Alpha realized that he was gripping his chair in
a death hold, claws and canines already halfway extended. Chad looked worriedly
at him, grasping his shoulder and pressing down forcefully with his thumb in a
gesture Jared knew was meant to ground him. He relished in the slight pain, but
knew that he needed more than that to ground him after reliving last night’s
dream.
“I’m sorry, man,” he mumbled apologetically to his friend as he got up,
grabbing his jacket from where he’d tossed it on Chad’s bed.
“You’d better be going to Jensen,” Chad returned, a hint of friendly warning in
his voice. “God knows you won’t be reliving your night terrors when he’s within
reach of you.”
Even though his tone was light, Jared knew Chad wasn’t joking, and he felt
mildly grateful for his friend’s understanding. “I’ll catch you later, man.”
“Call me, Jay-bear,” Chad called out in a high falsetto, because no, Chad
Michael Murray could not end off a conversation without being a little
obnoxious.
Jared grinned and flipped his friend off, momentarily distracted by the playful
antics. Chad always was great at distracting him, ever since they were cubs.
They got into the worst trouble together, to the extent where their mothers
often insisted that they have supervision.
Not that it helped,Jared thought to himself with a chuckle.
Replaying some of his childhood escapades helped to ease the tension until he
reached the eighteen-and-under club, where he knew his mate would be trying to
get some managerial work done. Picking up a foreign scent near Jensen’s own
distinctive smell put Jared on guard, and he walked quickly to the entrance,
his earlier fears coming quickly to the surface.
White hot jealousy burst through his veins as the sight met his eyes; a
stranger with dark blonde hair was hugging Jensen, holding tightly onto Jared’s
mate.
“I’m never letting you go again, Jenny-boy,” the stranger promised with a
smirk. Uncertainty warred with jealousy in his mind, and he could only manage
one word just then.
“Jen?”
He glared heatedly at the strange boy, but whoever he was, he didn’t let the
intimidation he felt override him. He stepped in front of Jensen in what the
Alpha recognized was a protective gesture, and the very idea that Jensen would
ever need protection from him, set off Jared’s short fuse.
He stepped forward menacingly, a low, territorial growl rumbling in his chest.
Seeing this, his mate jumped into action, coming between him and the stranger
like the martyr he was. Placing his hand directly over Jared’s heart calmed the
Alpha instantaneously, the fury seeping away to give space for the all-
consuming love he had for Jensen. It was amazing how the green-eyed human could
have complete control over his blood-lust, but he chose wisely not to point
that out.
“Jared, wait,” he pleaded in a low voice. “It’s not what you think.” Jensen
locked eyes with him, and Jared was stopped more by the hint of disbelief in
his lover’s eyes.
“It’s Josh, Jay.”
 
~*Chad*~
 
Chad Michael Murray was a pretty patient guy.
He grew up with a total hothead of a best friend, he was always the mediator
when his parents and older brother fought, almost all his peers saw him as a
joker and didn’t take him seriously, and from being a pool player, he’d make it
a habit to read people, however long it took for their personality to leak
through the cracks.
So you know. Patience was kind of a pre-requisite to his life.
Which was probably why he was perfectly content watching aforementioned hothead
best friend pace a hole into his carpet while muttering inanely under his
breath, trying to gather his thoughts before he could rant them out.
Steepling his fingers together, Chad kept himself completely still as he
waited, only his bright blue eyes tracking his best friend’s relentless motion.
After ten minutes of the seemingly relentless back-and-forth, Jared finally
turned to face him.
“Josh found Jensen.”
His eyes widened in shock as he digested the new piece of information. “What,
imaginary-friend-turned-real-big-brother, Josh?” he asked incredulously,
inwardly scoffing since, really, what other Josh was there?
“The very same.” Jared huffed, flopping back on to his bed and covering his
face with his arms. “I don’t trust him.” The words were muffled by his arm.
Chad rolled his eyes at the display. “Please,” he commented dryly, “continue to
speak into your armpits. I take great joy in deciphering your crazed
ramblings.”
His best friend lifted his head up briefly to glare at him, pouting like a
child, before flopping back down, putting the offending limbs behind his head.
“I don’t trust him,” Jared repeated, sounding much clearer, “but Jensen
obviously does.”
Chad thought about that for a moment, grabbing a pencil and turning it around
his fingers almost absently. “Well, Jensen has awesome instincts,” he pointed
out. “What if you’re biased because you’re jealous?”
“What if Jen’s biased because he’s family?” Jared shot back. “And I’m not
jealous.”
Chad grinned. “Maybe jealous was a bad word to use,” he allowed. “But you’re
worried that this guy is going to take Jensen away. Right?”
The Alpha nodded silently, a troubled expression Chad hadn’t seen since their
kindergarten days taking residence on his face. Jared had been, for a long
time, slipping into the infallible Alpha role, so seeing the vulnerability on
his face now triggered long-buried instincts.
“Come on, Jay-Pad,” his voice softened. “After everything that’s gone on, don’t
you think you almost kind of owe it to Jensen to trust him? I think that Green-
Eyes has a handle on this one,” he used the nickname affectionately, “even
though it may not seem like it. The truth is, man, is that Jen would choose you
over the world 100 times over.”
“I know that,” Jared nodded softly. “But as far as I can tell, both
alternatives leaves Jensen hurt.”
Understanding dawned on Chad as the root of Jared’s fear took hold of him.
“Jared,” he sighed sympathetically. “Sometimes we all have a choice to make in
life. And then we have to deal with it. You can’t help it if Jen has to make
that decision, all you can do is be there for him.” He waited a few moments for
the advice to digest in his friend’s mind before adding, “You should talk to
him about the brother though. Tell him you don’t trust him. And then tell him
about your dreams.”
“I’ll talk to him about Josh,” Jared nodded resolutely, “but there’s no need to
worry him by telling him about the dreams. I’ll protect him. They won’t come
true.”
Jared shrugged his jacket on and clapped him on the back in thanks as he left.
Sighing cavernously, Chad tried to bat down his own impending worry.
So many secrets…
He just hoped like hell Jensen wouldn’t end up paying the price for them.
 
~*Jared*~
 
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick…
Jared tried hard to tune out the incessant taunt. The clock seemed to be
personally mocking him the longer he waited in anticipation for Jensen to come
back home. Fear churned in his gut and he paced the length of Chris’ living
room, where he was waiting on the alpha. After Jensen’s phone call and his
subsequent explanation about solving the riddles of the past month or so, Jared
had come immediately to keep an eye on Jensen’s best friend, knowing his mate
wouldn’t forgive him if he did otherwise. Kane was out on a date, and was due
back any minute, and Jared wondered how he was going to explain his presence,
and Jensen’s lack thereof, and Jensen’s worry without spilling the secret.
No easy feat.
Clenching and unclenching his fists, he wondered idly why he was feeling so on
edge about Jensen’s safety. He had spoken to his mate a mere fifteen minutes
ago, and he was on his way back to him right that moment.
So why did it feel like something had already gone terribly wrong?
The Alpha’s mind flashed back to images of long corridors, broken logos and
dark, dank rooms.
His nightmares.
He knew Chad wanted him to tell Jen about the dreams he’d been having, but he
saw no sense in worrying his mate, especially when he didn’t even know what
they meant. Jared had gone to Mr. Beaver, seeking his advice as an elder were,
and Jared thought that maybe that was the reason he was so anxious now…
 
~*Two days ago*~
 
“If you’re coming for help with that latest chem assignment, Jared, don’t.
You’d be better off asking that mate of yours, it seems sometimes like he knows
more than I do.”
Jared grinned in amusement as Beaver’s disgruntled voice rang out before he
could even take more than half a step into the lab. The older professor often
preferred to spend his time in the lab, as opposed to escaping to the packlands
as soon as possible, and Jared often wondered the reason for that. He couldn’t
fathom willingly staying cooped up indoors.
Glancing at him from over his horn-rimmed glasses, Beaver quirked an eyebrow in
tempered boredom. “Are you just going to hover there,” he asked in a measured,
almost curt tone, “or are you going to grace me with your presence?”
Flushing, Jared hastily went back into motion, closing the door behind him and
walking to Beaver’s desk, hoisting his bag higher on his shoulder as he moved.
He had to smile to himself at the man’s gruff demeanor; he’d known Jim Beaver
since he was a pup, and the man was a complete softy at heart, but he tended to
hide that behind a very brash exterior. Jared took it in stride, knowing that
the man didn’t mean much by it.
“Hey, Sir,” he grinned cheerfully, pretending not to notice the slight quirk of
the older man’s lips at his high spirits. “How was your day?”
This time, the healer and alpha set his pen down, leaning back in his chair to
openly regard the future pack Alpha. “If you’re asking me about my day, that
sure as hell means you want something, boy,” he deduced shrewdly. “You’re
forgettin’ that I’ve watched you grow up, kid.”
Sinking down into the chair on the opposite side of the desk, Jared smiled
sweetly. “Fair enough. On that note, Sir, what can you tell me about dreams?
More specifically, dreams you have about your mate?”
Jared felt a pang of worry resonate through him when Jim’s eyes tightened, a
blanket of unease coming down on the older alpha’s face.
“It’s too much to hope that you’ve been having wet dreams about him like a
normal teenager, huh?”
Jared grinned wolfishly, trying to dispel the tension in the hopes that Beaver
was overreacting. “I have those too, but I aint too sure you wanna hear about
‘em, Sir.”
“Not even on my best day, kid,” he snorted in agreement. Jared waited patiently
while the man gathered his thoughts, forcing himself not to fidget or tap his
fingers against his knee. “You’ve been having dreams about Jensen,” Jim
started, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the edge of the table.
“Nightmares?”
Jared nodded the affirmative. “I wake up in a cold sweat, calling out his
name,” he admitted in a subdued voice, the terror and the sleepless nights
wearing his usual good cheer thin. “And I mean, we can communicate
telepathically, and I was just wondering what other extents our…”
“Whoa, hold on, boy.” Jim held up a hand, looking at him with a mixture of awe
and disbelief etched on his normally stoic face. “You two can do what?”
“Communicate with mind-speak,” Jared repeated matter-of-factly, “You know, like
when we all shift and talk within the pack.”
He didn’t fully comprehend the incredulous look on Beaver’s face, until he
actually said the words.
“That’s…that’s not…normal?”
Jim stared at him a few seconds longer before coming back to himself. “No,
um…kid,” his voice was more excited than Jared could remember it being in a
long time, “this is…you talk telepathically? And can anyone else hear you’ll
when you’ll talk like that?”
“No one.”
“Fascinating…”
“I don’t get it, Sir,” Jared huffed impatiently. “I’ll admit that it might be a
bit…unorthodox, but…”
“This is more than just unorthodox, kid,” Beaver got up from his seat, coming
to lean against the desk in front of Jared. “This is practically unheard of!
Mates don’t have a special telepathic connection, above feelings and such. Let
me put it to you this way; finding your mate is like finding the other half of
your soul. When you do this, it creates an almost chemical reaction inside of
us, which is why he or she suddenly smells like a combination of all your
favorite smells in the world. It’s why their taste is the most exquisite thing
on your palette and it’s why their heart calls out to you in ways you can never
mistake. You can feel what they feel and your combined souls is almost like a
sixth sense, more powerful than all your others…but it hasn’t ever extended to
full-on telepathic communication.” The alpha took off his glasses, cleaning
them with the edge of his shirt while he talked. “I’ve been mated with my wife
for 30 years,” he told Jared, slipping the glasses back on, “and in all these
years, we could only communicate when we were both shifted. Biologically, being
that Jensen’s a human…well, theoretically, he shouldn’t be able to communicate
with you at all, because he isn’t Were.”
Jared was reeling with the information overload, but he pushed past the
sensations with considerable effort. “What, are you telling me that Jensen’s…I
don’t know,” he snapped in frustration, “half-Were? Something else not human?
What are you trying to tell me here?”
“Calm down, Jared,” Beaver soothed him, being gentler than he’d been in a long
time. “I’m not saying anything of the sort. I’m saying the opposite, actually.
This is a phenomenon that could only possibly result from a Human-Were mating.
Jensen is all human…and you two would make for fascinating studying. It’s been
at least a century or two since we’ve had a cross-species mating.”
Jared felt a cacophony of emotions roll through him. He was pacified, but he
had to admit…he was also a little…disappointed? He started violently when he
identified the wretched emotion. Putting a name to it made it worse, because
how could be possibly be disappointed at Jensen being human? He didn’t want his
mate to be a Were…did he?
Pushing those confusing and complex thoughts to the back burner, Jared focused
on the more immediate concerns. Jensen being Were or not was definitely not
something to think about just yet.
“Anyway, Sir,” he shook his head as if it would clear away his confusing
thoughts and feelings. “I just wanted to know if it was possible for these
dreams I’ve been having to have some kind of…any kind of meaning.”
“You think they might be prophetic.” It was more a statement than a question,
but Jared nodded even still.
“I’m concerned that they could be,” he corrected, hunching a little in on
himself. “Has it been known to happen before or is this another phenomena that
can’t give me any answers?” he griped petulantly.
“There’s a lot we don’t know about human-Were matings, Jared,” Beaver shook his
head, crossing his arms in front of him. “We do however, know that mates are
prone to getting feelings of dread or warning when their significant others are
in trouble. Being that you and Jensen seem to display all the primal and core
components of mates, only to an exacerbated extent, it almost stands to reason
that you’d be having prophetic nightmares instead of just the normal bad
hunch.” Eying him critically, the healer added, “Probably, possibly…but not
conclusively.”
Jared took a deep breath in, trying not to lose his patience with the elder
pack member for his technical answer. “Evidence aside, what do you think about
it, Sir? Do you think that is what’s happening?”
“I think that it’s possible,” Jim nodded slowly. “I think that this is your
mind’s way of processing the danger you sense coming towards your mate. But the
thing is, Jared, is that we have nothing to hold this against. Any record we
have of any cross-species matings before your own…well, they’re tainted.”
“How do you mean?”
“The only record we have of them is from word of mouth,” Beaver explained. “I
can’t bring myself to trust that, because packs have been trying to eradicate
those matings about as long as they’ve existed. The only couple I've ever known
that..." Beaver stopped abruptly, giving Jared a guarded look that made him
pause. Shaking his head as if her were mentally berating himself, Jim changed
his course. "Anyway, I’m pretty open-minded,” he pushed off the desk and made
his way back to his seat, “but I can tell you that not many Weres are. Correct
me if I’m wrong, son, but your daddy…he doesn’t approve of Jensen, does he?”
Jared’s silence spoke louder than he ever could have.
“Don’t take it personally,” Jim told him. “Your daddy was raised in the old way
of thinking. It’s just a lot for him to come to grips with.”
“What’s so wrong with it?” Jared asked moodily. “Mating…that’s a sacred bond.
It’s one of the most important and most precious things that could happen to a
Were. Why does it matter if it’s with a human?”
“A long time ago, the Were packs joined force with the Shamans of the world, in
order to maintain a peaceful co-existence of all the species on earth. It was
foretold by these Shamans that cross-species matings would be the destruction
of our species, because the human would always betray Were-kind.”
Jared flushed in anger at the explanation. “Jensen wouldn’t ever…” he started
hotly.
“I know,” Beaver interrupted him. “And I think that everything they said about
human-Were pairings was said purely out of cynical fear. Even then, no-one
could fathom a human being able to feel and comprehend all the intense, age-old
feelings that matings bring. To them, it was impossible, and that being said,
it was easier to make them believe that humans couldn’t feel that profound
bond. Besides,” Jim added, “the average life span of a human is a fraction of
our own. There are so many things that can kill a human mate. Illness,
accidents, nature…we’re more resilient creatures, and you have to beg the
question; if a Were mated with a human, and then only got to spend a small
amount of time with that human, what would become of the Were once the human
died?”
Jim fixed him with a troubled look.
“What would become of the pack if they lost pack mates because they couldn’t
handle the loss of their significant others?”
 
~*Present*~
 
Jared hadn’t slept that night, mulling over the question. On the one hand, it
did make his reaction to Jensen being human a little more sensible. Deep in his
heart, in that locked away part he didn’t want to face yet, he knew the chances
were high that he would outlive his beautiful, amazing mate. He couldn’t-
didn’t want to- face that. And he wouldn’t have to if Jensen was a Were.
But Jensen was human, which brought Jared back to Beaver’s question. A question
he really didn’t want answered, because he already knew. Knew what would become
of him without his Jensen. The answer was buried even further away, with his
own demons about losing Jen.
Now, though, all his terrors came rushing to the surface. Impulsively, he
whipped out his cell and pressed down on one to call his mate.
“You’ve got Jensen, you know what to do.”
Jared sank to the couch as the familiar voice of his beloved mate rang
cheerfully in his ear. Why was he getting voicemail? Had Jensen’s phone died in
the last twenty minutes…or…
“Jared, why am I smelling you and not Jensen?”
The Alpha was jerked from his thoughts when Kane’s casual voice wafted over
him. Chris was taking off his jacket and walking towards him, and after a few
seconds, the other wolf appeared in his line of vision.
“Where’s Freckles?” he asked again, frowning curiously. “And why do you look so
wrung out?”
“Chris…” Jared started, hesitantly. His gut was telling him that he needed to
get his head out of the sand. That Jensen was in danger, and that the
nightmares was exactly as much as Chad worried they were.
I’ll protect him, Jared heard his own words to his best friend ringing in his
head. They won’t come true.
“Jared.” Chris’ voice barged through his thoughts once more, more alarmed now
as Kane’s face took on an edge of fear. “Where. Is. Jensen?”
Jared swallowed convulsively. “I think he’s in trouble.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
There was funny crackling noise permeating the air that came from his chest
whenever he took a breath.
Jensen was briefly reminded of the time he’d had bronchitis as a kid; Jody had
snuggled in bed with him and they’d watched movies the entire day, and Eric had
waited on him hand and foot with hot soup and cocoa with marshmallows in them.
In retrospect, he could almost conclude that it was worth the pain for all the
love he’d felt in that moment.
Here- wherever ‘here’ was- he was surrounded by malignance. After her icy
promise, Katherine had left, and Jensen was grateful that her partner hadn’t
made a reappearance as yet. He shivered slightly, his body almost numb from the
cold concrete, and the slight motion jarred his broken ribs, making him whimper
in pain.
He was beginning to worry that his abdomen was more injured than he knew. He’d
had plenty broken ribs before, but they had never caused the burning sensation
he felt in his lower torso. The skin there was hot to the touch, and a vague
throbbing in his shoulder was cause for pause, because he didn’t remember more
than a little bruising to that area.
What I wouldn’t give to talk to Jared…
He could only imagine how his mate must have been freaking out. He was supposed
to have been home at least four hours ago, and his Alpha had to be going crazy
looking for him.
There has to be a way to give him a clue.
As soon as the thought took root in his mind, Jensen refused to let go of it.
He cast his eyes around the sparse room, clinging all the while with a tenuous
grip on that last shred of hope. There was nothing much note-worthy in his
surroundings, nothing that could really contain a clue.
“The key lies in awareness, kid,” he heard Aldis and Matt in his head, a
flashback of them training him coming to mind. “Sometimes, it’s not only about
what you can see. It’s also about what you can hear, smell, taste, feel.”
“Let’s do it your way then,” he whispered to himself. Closing his eyes, he gave
himself over to his senses. There was nothing much in the way of touch…all he
could feel was the ice cold concrete, and even that wasn’t going to last long
at the rate he was becoming numbed with cold.
Straining his ears, he could faintly make out the sound of cars. Somewhere else
in the distance was the unmistakable buzzing sound of a flickering lightbulb
and maybe he was imagining it, but Jensen could have sworn that he could hear
the tolling of a bell…but for all he knew, it could have been a stretch of his
overtaxed mind.
Groaning inwardly, Jensen forced himself to breathe in deeply through his nose.
He had been breathing through his mouth purely so he could avoid the rancid
stench, but now he made himself breathe in a lungful of the vile odor, fighting
his gag reflex on willpower alone. It was of…rotten fish?
Jensen wrinkled his nose, convulsing at the wretched smell. Where the hell was
he? Why was he smelling rotten fish? And more to the point, why did it smell
so…sharp? While it was a normally pungent smell, it had never been so
overpowering that it almost burnt his nostrils to smell it.
Sighing in frustration, Jensen let his head fall back on to the wall he was
resting against. None of this made a whole lot of sense. He could, with a
stretch, understand his Aunt wanting to kill him- grief oftentimes made people
crazy- but why were they also interested in Chris? They’d killed his family, so
maybe it was simply a case of finishing what they started…
No. Jensen dismissed the thought as soon as it came. No one went to these kinds
of lengths purely to finish a 9-year vendetta. What was it about Chris that
they were fixated on?
His instincts told him that the answer to that question was an important one.
Kane would undoubtedly be part of the rescue team here, and Jensen had the
nastiest feeling that if he didn’t have all the facts before then, that someone
would end up getting hurt.
But what were the facts?
“You’re thinking pretty loudly there, nephew.”
Lifting his head, Jensen blamed his lack of awareness on all the mitigating
factors surrounding his confinement. Katherine regarded him with a cold stare,
the eyes that were so painfully like his mom’s, inconceivably hateful.
“Why’d you do it?” he asked softly, defeat in his tone and posture. “Why’d…you
kill them?”
“Your friend’s family?” she asked, a look of disdain twisting her normally
pretty features into something awful. “They were roaches,” she scorned. “They
deserved to rot for what they were.”
Jensen bit back the burning question, knowing that if he asked what she was
talking about, she would shut down completely.
“Don’t talk about them… like that!” he went on the defensive instead, hoping to
antagonize her into revealing more. “They were… good people!”
“You would say that! You’re just like them!”
His mind racing, Jensen tried to find what he had in common with the Kanes. He
forced back his frustration when he came up empty.
“And I suppose… we’re wrong, and you’re…you’re right?” he bluffed, hoping she
wouldn’t catch on to his fishing.
“Of course,” she sneered, thankfully still so full of indignation that she
hadn’t realized Jensen had yet to reveal any specifics. “You’re just…unnatural.
And they were too.” She shook her head in disgust. “So full of righteous
indignation…that woman could have saved her entire family if she’d done as we
suggested. She brought this upon them.”
“What could…Mrs. Kane possibly have…have done?” Jensen struggled to get the
words out the longer he tried to talk. The pressure on his broken ribs was
becoming overwhelming.
Broken ribs notwithstanding, it was the next words out of his Aunt’s mouth that
left him reeling.
“She could have turned!” Katherine spat venomously. “She could have turned, but
they refused! They were both adamant that she remain human!”
 
~*Jared*~
 
“Damn it!”
The glass of his window shattered as he slammed the truck’s door closed, the
sound becoming background noise to his roar of despair. Finding the truck
abandoned on the side of the road was enough to cement his previous concerns.
Chris and Chad stood a few feet away from him, allowing him his moment of
weakness as they undoubtedly tried to come to terms with the fact that Jensen
was missing, and Jared was grateful for the illusion of privacy. He knew that
they both probably had a ton of questions and both were likely trying just as
hard not to lose their shit.
“We need to case the entire area,” Jared ordered in a low voice, as soon as he
felt up to talking. “Check for any clues to where he was taken. Chad,” he
regarded his best friend solemnly, “check the surrounding area now, Kane and I
are gonna see if there’s anything of Jensen’s around here, so we’ll know where
he was caught.”
Even having known each other since kindergarten, Jared was no less grateful
when Chad caught his silent plea to leave him alone with Chris. The blond
haired boy nodded, uncharacteristically silent as he shifted and ran a little
ways into the woodsy area on the right of the road.
“Something you need to tell me, Padalecki?” Chris asked gruffly, and Jared took
the rough tone in stride, knowing that it was born from fear.
He nodded slowly. “Chris…Jensen found out some things on his trip here,” he
told the other alpha softly. “He didn’t want… he wanted to be the one to tell
you himself,” Jared rephrased, “but being that I know you’re gonna wanna help
look for him, I think you ought to know everything beforehand.”
As the boy nodded jerkily, Jared could see Kane was losing patience the longer
they weren’t looking for Jensen, and frankly, he was pretty much the same way.
“Jensen’s aunt was attacked by Weres,” he explained quickly, “and she was
turned by them. Jensen was always wary of spending time with her, because he
thought she had an ulterior motive, and so he came here to speak with her ex-
husband, in the hopes that he’d find out what she might be after. He found out
that she was turned by two lone wolves, in Sycamore Park, nine years ago.”
Chris sucked in a breath, his face paling dramatically, leaving no question as
to whether he’d caught the significance of those details.
“Those were the…” he stuttered, his face ashen. “The wolves that…that
attacked…”
“Yes.” Jared made his voice soft, empathy taking hold of him despite his own
pain. “They were using Jensen to get to you. He was smart, covered all his
tracks whenever he met them, so they could never get to you. I think they took
him now to bait you.”
Jared worried about whether Chris was going to blame his mate; a concern he
knew Jensen had had as well. His mate was stricken to find out that his own
blood had taken Chris’ family away from him, and Jared wasn’t above taking
extreme measures and using his Alpha sway to keep Chris away from Jensen if it
so happened that the alpha did blame him.
But the low proclamation from Kane’s mouth quickly dispelled Jared’s fears.
“I’m not going to let them take the last person in my family away from me,” he
vowed fervently. “We have to find him Jared.” Chris’ face contorted in sudden
pain. “Aw, Freckles,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “He must be
killing himself over this,” Chris shook his head. “God knows he’d blame himself
for The Plague if he could have.”
Jared couldn’t even bring himself to feel slightly amused. “Let’s look around,”
he told Chris decisively. “Hopefully, we find…”
His voice cut off abruptly when an old green Ford pulled up across the road
from them. The driver jumped out, heading over to them, his gait purposeful and
his face blank. Rage ignited in Jared’s veins as he considered the implications
of the man’s presence here.
Joshua Ackles.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Chris’ mom was…was human?
Chris was half human?
And his mom…was HUMAN?!
Jensen tried to shutter the shock that he knew was on his face, in his eyes. In
retrospect, it explained so much; why Chris’ family lived so far away from the
packlands, why Chris only became part of the pack when his family died, why no
one had been around to help them the night they were attacked…
“Even Padalecki saw them for the rejects that they were,” Katherine carried on
obliviously. “He exiled them from the packlands, even when he found out that
their spawn was half-Were. Abominations,” she sneered, and Jensen’s hackles
instantly rose. “But they had some Were blood in them, so we would have let
them live. If she had just agreed to change.”
Jensen realized with bitterness that she had also explained one of the main
reasons Gerald Padalecki disliked him so. Prejudice, likely combined with the
fear that a similar fate to the Kane’s awaited Jared.
Jensen was momentarily struck with fear; did it? Was it possible that there
were still werewolves that despised the idea of cross-species relationships to
the extent where they would kill for it?
Was he putting Jared in danger by being with him?
“You can imagine my surprise,” Katherine smirked, bringing his mind back to the
present, “when I realized the Padalecki heir was your mate. It gives me the
perfect reason for killing you.”
“Killing me…I get that…” Jensen wheezed, his need for answers driving him past
his pain. “But why do you…want to kill…my friend?”
He steadfastly refused to speak Chris’ name in front of them, feeling oddly
like the action would taint his brother.
“We’re simply dedicated to the cause,” Katherine simpered, saccharine sweet.
“Cross-species matings were abolished from the start, and that is the way it
should be.”
Feeling desperate, Jensen allowed his mind to go to the place he’d been trying
to lock away since the moment he found out the truth about Jared. “And if…if I
wanted to…change?”
Katherine smiled, but it was the smile of a woman so full of malice that the
very air around her seemed to darken with it.
“Well,” she leaned forward and patted his cheek in a move so maternal that
Jensen jerked backwards, choosing the pain over having the motion twisted with
her malevolence. “They’ll never know that you were willing to change, honey.”
She tutted, mock pitifully. “By the time they see you again, you’ll be dead.”
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Chapter End Notes
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~*Jared*~
 
“You better have a damned good excuse for being here.”
Before he could register the repercussions of what he was doing, Jared had Josh
by the throat, pinning him with enough force against his own car that he
couldn’t move an inch. Josh’s hands flew instinctively to his throat, clawing
at Jared’s iron, unyielding grip, gasping even though he wasn’t physically
choking.
Yet.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, man?” he spluttered, terror in his eyes.
Jared scoffed inwardly, the part of him that was trying to forget his mate was
in trouble, taking the time to recognize how much braver Jensen was than his
brother.
“Why are you here?” he asked stonily, not relinquishing his grip. He could feel
Chad and Chris’ unease from behind him, rolling off the other wolves in waves,
but he couldn’t care for it. No stone would be left unturned in trying to find
his mate, especially not when he was already so suspicious about the brother.
Josh glared at him as he struggled, his eyes like daggers. “I don’t have to
explain myself to you,” he spat belligerently. Jared felt his eyes flash with
anger and he was pleased to see the fear return to the older boy’s eyes.
“I would answer him,” Chad piped up. “If only for the fact that he’s kind of
the one with the upper hand here. Ya know. Just saying.”
Josh threw another glare at Chad and Jared tightened his grip ever so slightly,
encouraging him to keep his focus on the Alpha. Josh’s eyes widened and he
began his struggles anew.
“Fine!” he gasped finally, pounding at Jared’s forearm as though it had any
effect. “Fine, okay, fine! I was here because one of Jensen’s old buddies
promised to give me the dirt on you.” Jared was treated to a vicious glower. “I
needed to know why I had such a bad feeling about you, and how I could persuade
Jensen that knowing you was going to land him in hot water.”
Jared raised an eyebrow at him, loosening his hold a little bit. “You came here
to try to find a way to break us up?” he confirmed blandly, his tension leaving
him as rapidly as it came. This was absolutely of no help to him.
“Yes,” Josh tilted his head in defiance. “You better be ready to hit the road,
Jack.” Jared didn’t even have the energy to deal with Jensen’s brother, not if
the man was going to be next to no help.
“Sure, sure,” he nodded dismissively, letting the other man go and trying not
to take too much pleasure in him scrambling quickly backwards in a decidedly
unmanly way.
“Wait, hold on.” Josh picked himself up, his face calculating as he sized up
Jared. The Alpha Were stared back unflinchingly. “If you’re here, going apeshit
on me, and my brother isn’t here to stop you…” Josh trailed off, an unfamiliar,
almost vulnerable look finding its way into his eyes. “Where...where’s my
brother?” His voice grew stronger, even through the terror that presented
itself. “Where’s Jensen?”
Jared was caught between a rock and Jensen Ackles. He knew that if he told Josh
his brother was missing, that Jensen would be mad at him for involving the
elder Ackles in something possibly- probably- dangerous. If he didn’t, however,
he could be limiting himself in the way of contacts. If Josh had some means to
find his mate, he would never know about it. What had first seemed like a
difficult decision quickly became abundantly clear to the distraught, hazel-
eyed wolf; it was worth risking his mate’s wrath if it meant finding him
before…
Cutting that thought off at the knees, he met Joshua Ackles’ questioning glare.
“Your brother is missing.”
“Missing?” The other Ackles’ voice went up several octaves. “What do you mean,
he’s missing? Since when? Have you contacted the police? Has he been kidnapped
or did he run away? How long has it been since someone’s seen him? Spoken to
him?” The rapid-fire questions made Jared blink momentarily, but he fast
composed himself.
“He hasn’t been missing very long,” Jared shook his head, trying to steel his
heart against the emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. He needed to be
clear-headed. “I spoke to him just a few hours ago. We can’t contact the police
yet; you can’t file a missing persons report unless the person’s been gone
longer than 48 hours.”
Jared made a mental note to be thankful for all the crime shows he’d watched.
If Josh realized he’d made no reference to his question of whether Jen was
abducted or went willingly, the elder man showed no outward reaction. Instead,
he began pacing back and forth, fear splashed across his features.
“What was he doing here, do you know?” Josh asked, seeming to forget how much
he hated Jared in favor of his worry over his brother.
“He came to see your uncle,” Chris answered for him, and Josh’s attention
snapped between them. “He came looking for some answers, and he was on his way
home when Jared heard from him last. He was supposed to be back home hours ago,
and when he wasn’t, we came here.” Chris gestured behind himself. “Found
Jared’s truck abandoned.”
Josh took this in, leaning against the hood of his car. He ran his hand
distractedly through his hair- a gesture uncannily resembling of his younger
brother- and sighed gustily.
“We’ll split up and look for him?” Josh phrased it as a question, unwittingly
deferring to Jared. The Alpha nodded.
“We’ll take a direction each,” he decided. “Meet back here in 2 hours. Any
evidence of what might have happened, we’ll take pictures of, and we’ll puzzle
it out when we meet back here.”
He almost felt he was back on the football field, a quarterback giving his team
their play. He stopped himself from the usual “Ready, break!” by biting on the
inside of his cheek.
As they all turned to leave, Josh stopped them. “You guys…” the man looked
troubled. “Do y’all have silver knives?”
If their reactions were anything to go by, Chad and Chris were just as alarmed
and on guard as he was.
What business did Joshua Ackles have, knowing anything about silver knives?
“Why?” he dared to ask, working hard to maintain a cool exterior. It didn’t
look like the green-around-the-gills man knew their secret…but he obviously
knew a secret. “What’s special about a silver knife?”
Josh flushed scarlet. “Nothing special,” he denied, attempting to adopt an
aloof tone. “I just…there’s this…a friend of mine,” he finally settled on those
words. “A friend of mine, he told me that I should carry one around with me.
That it would keep me safe from any…creatures in the woods.”
Jared’s blood ran cold, and his packmates fixed their eyes on him, even as
alphas, looking for their pack leader to take the reins. Jared forced an
impassive look on to his face, trying hard not to react to the knowledge that
their secret was in danger.
“There are no creatures in the woods,” he spoke steadily, almost laughing at
the look Josh gave him that was part worried and part conflicted. It would seem
that the elder Ackles actually wanted to warn him.
“All the same, Jensen would kill me if we got him back and your ugly mug was
ruined,” Josh snarked, and really, that was what it came down to. Josh would do
anything for his brother just the same way Jared would do anything for his mate
and lover.
A level of respect and understanding thawed some of his resentment. “We’ll be
careful,” he nodded, “and the three of us have knives with us,” he lied
smoothly. “Jensen got us into the habit, said it was better to be safe than
sorry. After his time over here, that was more or less his maxim.”
Josh didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push the matter either. Nodding once,
he set off North, not waiting for them to go their directions.
“He knows.” Chad fixed wide blue eyes on him, and he could feel the concern
rolling off his best friend in waves. “How the fuck does he know, Jay?! You
don’t think…Jensen wouldn’t…”
“Not in a million years,” Chris defended in a steely voice, before Jared could
get the words out. Chad instantly looked chagrined, blushing lightly.
“I know,” he nodded, rubbing at the nape of his neck. “I’m sorry. Didn’t
think.”
“None of us are thinking straight right now,” Jared allowed, trying to ease the
tension. “Pointing fingers isn’t going to help until we find Jensen. He’ll be
able to get the truth from his brother.”
“You know what this means though, right?” Chris asked solemnly. The long-haired
alpha’s eyes glinted with unease. Jared nodded worriedly.
“We have a traitor.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Hey, baby, did you know that the first church bells were introduced in AD 400
by Paulinus of Nola? By the 11th century, it was practically commonplace.”
Jensen looked up at his boyfriend in amusement from where he was sitting,
sketching the scenery of the beautiful packlands. The Alpha was sprawled on the
ground next to him, eyes watching the clouds in the sky, content in their
moment of peace.
It was the first time Jared had relaxed since the lone wolf had attacked him.
Deciding that he needed to spend some quality time with the love of his life,
Jensen closed his sketchbook with a firm snap, shifting his body until he
sprawled out next to Jared, tucked into the Alpha’s body. Jared smiled at him,
for the first time tearing his eyes away from the skies.
“Is that so?” Jensen shook his head solemnly. “I don’t know how I could have
lived all this time without knowing how church bells came about.” Jared pouted,
and Jensen didn’t fight the grin that spread over his face.
“Just thought I’d share a random fact,” Jared sniffed. “You don’t have to poke
fun.”
Smiling partly in fondness, partly in remorse, Jensen settled his arms around
his lover’s torso. “I’m sorry, Jay.” He aimed wide eyes at his boyfriend,
knowing the man couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. “Tell me more?”
Predictably, Jared’s frown was replaced by a happy little smile that Jensen was
no more immune to than Jared was to Jensen’s eyes.
“In Christianity, the Anglican, Lutheran and Catholic churches rang the bells
three times a day,” he explained. “Once at 6am, once at noon, and once at 6pm,
to call the townspeople’s attention to the fact that it was time to recite the
Lord’s prayer.”
Jensen quirked his eyebrow. “They teach you that stuff in Sunday school?” he
asked dubiously.
“No,” Jared chuckled. “I like history. I love reading up all these random
facts. I find the past…fascinating. Don’t you?”
Jensen pondered that for a moment before shaking his head. “I’ve spent a long
time running away from the past,” he said frankly. “I never really sought it
out.” Settling himself more comfortably, he allowed his eyes to drift to the
clouds above them, wondering what his boyfriend saw when he looked there. “Tell
me another of your crazy facts.”
“Hmm.” Jared took a moment to think about which one he liked best. “There was a
guy who had the hiccups for 68 years,” he grinned brightly. “He fell and
damaged the part of his brain that inhibits the hiccups response, so he had
hiccups for 68 years straight.”
“Shit!” Jensen cringed in sympathy. “I used to think hiccups were fun, when I
was a kid. Guess that guy would respectfully disagree.”
“Damn straight.”
They cuddled for a moment in silence, each boy as much lost in their thoughts
as they were connected to one another.
“When I was a kid, I used to think the clouds followed me whenever I ran,”
Jared grinned suddenly down at him. “I was almost always in my cub form, and
when I wasn’t getting up to no good with Chad, I was trying to win a race
between the clouds and myself. I convinced myself I won, a couple times.”
Jensen returned the smile, affection in his endless green orbs. “That’s
freaking adorable,” he chuckled. Getting up suddenly, he dusted his jeans off.
“Bet ya can’t beat me!”
Jared was up and after him before Jensen could get further than ten steps away.
###
He wished so hard that he was back in that moment.
If he tried hard enough, Jensen could almost remember the smell of the woods
that day; piney, earthy, wholesome. He could hear the rustling of the leaves in
the crisp springtime breeze. Feel the late afternoon sun warming his back,
though not as much as his Alpha’s voice warmed his heart.
If he tried hard enough, Jensen could almost believe he was back there, instead
of facing his imminent death in a place too dark to identify, without the love
of his life.
And that really was the crux of it. Jensen had been ready for Death since he
was 8 years old…but now? With Jared in his life? With Jared, and Chris, and
Chad, and the pack, and Eric, and his brother and his friends? He had more to
live for than ever.
It would figure that Fate would wait until he had the most to lose, before
pulling the rug from under his feet.
Overwhelmed with a volatile combination of frustration and desperation, Jensen
began to thrash against his bonds, not stopping when it tore his skin open, or
when his body began to scream from its self-inflicted abuse. He didn’t stop
when he realized he was gulping in great, gasping sobs, and he didn’t stop when
shivers seemed to rack his very insides.
He only stopped when blackness floated into his awareness. Laying in a fetal
position, his overheated skin pressed against the damp, cold concrete, he let
himself slip away.
Maybe his subconscious would take pity on him, and take him back to that day.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“Who would betray us like that?” Chad asked, his normally playful brother gone,
replaced with an agitated, worried friend.
They had just sent Josh home with the promise that they’d meet back up in the
morning to look again, having come up empty searching for Jensen. The wolves
were at a loss; Chad was turning things over verbally, his anxiety almost
palpable in the tension-thickened air. Chris was quiet, sheer desperation
pouring off him in waves. And Jared?
Jared was simply lost.
He was an alpha. A Pack Alpha. A natural born leader, fearless and quick
thinking, tactical and powerful and strong. He wasn’t supposed to be lost. He
wasn’t supposed to be afraid, and uncertain. He was supposed to have the
answers.
And yet.
It was like Jensen had taken with him, the parts of Jared that made him the
best Alpha heir he’d ever been. Here was the tangible proof that Jared was
better when his mate was at his side; he was stronger, more self-assured, more
dominant, more Alpha.
And he finally had an answer to Beaver’s question.
“Jared!”
The Alpha’s attention was redirected to his best friend. Chad was glaring at
him, having apparently been speaking to him for the past few minutes. Whatever
his second-in-command had seen in his eyes, though, softened his expression.
Clear blue eyes locked on Jared’s hazel.
“Get out of that place, Jay. We’re going to find him. You cant help him when
you’re catatonic.”
Nodding slowly, Jared forced himself to at least try to push past his crushing
terror. The sun hung low in the sky, and he allowed his eyes to track the sky
while he thought.
“We’ll stay at a motel for the night,” he finally ordered the other two wolves,
settling back into his role as their leader, even though it felt tonight like
more of a burden than a privilege. “I’ll meet you guys there; I need to speak
to someone first. Just in case, by some twist of Fate, it was humans who took
him.”
“You don’t know anyone here,” Chad pointed out, a counterpoint to Chris nodding
knowingly.
“I know some people,” Jared told his friend solemnly. “All of whom would do
anything for…for him.” Jared avoided speaking his mate’s name, knowing that the
tears wouldn’t stop if he did.
It was time to revisit JR’s world.
###
Everyone at the bar greeted him like an old friend, even though most of them
knew him as only “the guy that was with JR”. Again, Jared had to marvel at the
pull his mate had; enough to make Jared feel at home at a biker bar, when the
green-eyed boy wasn’t even there. As opposed to their first meeting, Tyler
Hoechlin even offered to buy him a drink, insisting that a round was on him
next time Jared and Jensen were in town.
“J-Ross has that effect on people.”
Jared turned at the sound of Aldis’ voice, managing to muster up an extremely
fake smile for the man, which he saw right through.
“What’s the matter kid?” Then Aldis realized which part of the duo was
noticeably absent. “Where’s JR?”
Jared didn’t answer for a moment.
“Where’s JR, kid?” Aldis repeated, alarm making him straighten. Suddenly, the
lean man pulled Jared outside by the elbow. The Alpha moved willingly,
remembering Jensen’s insistence that the bar’s patrons jumped at any sign of
weakness.
“He’s been taken, Dodge,” Jared pushed the words out as soon as they were
outside. “A few hours ago, as he was leaving his uncle’s place. I think it may
have been his aunt, she blames him for his parent’s car accident.”
The other man was silent as he digested the overload of information, his palms
shaking slightly where he brought them up to scrub at his face.
“Where was the last place he was at?” Aldis asked finally, a dangerous glint
entering his eyes. “I’ll call up the boys, we’ll check around.” The tall man
regarded him for a moment, head cocked. “Do you have any idea of who might have
taken him?”
Jared swallowed hard against the lie. “No.”
Thankfully, being able to read people was more Jensen’s thing, because Aldis
accepted the answer with a tired nod. Concern tightened the older man’s eyes,
and rage tightened his fists. “I’ll make a couple calls,” he told Jared,
clapping him on the shoulder. “Thanks for keeping me in the loop. I’ll call you
if I hear anything.”
“I’ll do the same.”
They exchanged numbers quickly, and it seemed that Jensen’s absence weighed
heavily on both of their socializing skills, because not long after, Jared was
headed back to their motel. Thoughts of his mate assaulted him as he drove,
letting the tears fall for the first time that night. He wasn’t sure where to
even begin looking for his lover, and he raised his eyes heavenward as he
prayed for some kind of guidance, some way forward. His mind drifted to his
beautiful mate and he pulled over, parking in an empty lot, unable to drive
with the tears that were now completely clouding his vision. Finally, he
surrendered himself to the flashback.
“You’re religious, Jay?”
Jared glanced down at his mate. Curious green eyes searched his face and he
grinned, overwhelmed with happiness at having the beautiful boy in his arms.
“My momma raised us all to be,” he nodded the affirmative, turning to face
Jensen and running his hand lightly over the curve of his back. “What about
you?”
“Not for a while,” Jensen cringed. “I’m not an atheist either, I just sort of…I
don’t know, I guess I’ve just had a hard time believing.”
Jared thought about that for a moment. Given Jensen’s history and what the boy
had endured, it was more than reasonable for him to have some doubts. Pressing
feathery kisses over his freckled skin, Jared strove to comfort.
“I’ll believe enough for the both of us,” he decided, “until you believe again.
Okay?”
Jensen smiled winningly at him, and the Alpha’s heart skipped a beat in his
chest.
“This is why I love you, Jared Padalecki.”
The words echoed tauntingly in his mind, a harsh and cruel reminder that
someone out there had the power to make certain he never that honeysuckle voice
and those sweet words again. There would be no greater hell than to lose his
mate, and his traitorous mind kept coming back to the very real threat that
loomed above his head.
The shrill ringing of his cellphone interrupted his thoughts. He scrambled,
hoping against hope that Jensen had somehow managed to get out, or somehow
managed to contact him from wherever he was.
“Jen…”
“No kid,” Beaver’s voice interrupted him before he could even get his mate’s
full name out. Jared slumped in his seat, tears burning the back of his
eyelids.
“What?” he asked dully.
“Chad called to let us know what was going on,” Jim told him, getting straight
to the point. “Your daddy’s chomping at the bit, there’s that treaty meet
that…”
“I don’t give a damn,” Jared retorted sharply. “And you should know better than
to think I would. Now if that’s all you called to tell me…”
“Don’t mouth off with me, boy,” Beaver warned, though there was a distinct note
of warmth in his gruff tone. “I know you don’t care, and frankly, I don’t think
the rest of the pack does either. We had to talk a lot of them out of coming
out there to help you, until we could speak to you about it. Your boy’s made
quite an impression on them.”
Swiping impatiently at the tears rolling down his cheeks, Jared huffed a flat
laugh that held next to no real mirth. “He has that effect on people,” he
repeated Aldis’ words. “Send a few of them that can be spared…the sooner we can
cover ground, the faster we’ll find him.”
The words went unsaid: And we will find him.
“You got it, kid,” Jim replied gently. “I’ve been thinking…tell me again about
that nightmare you had.”
“You think it’ll help me find him?” he asked shrewdly, sitting up in his seat,
eager to grab hold of any shred of hope available to him. “The nightmares?”
“I think that they may have some significance, yes,” Jared could almost picture
Jim’s nodding, “but I also think that it may be the key to finding him.”
“How so?”
“Well, your relationship with him has already proven to have all the qualities
of a traditional mating, albeit exacerbated. In my experience, Were mates have
the ability to sense when their significant others are in danger, and they also
have a stronger mental connection during this time. With the kinds of emotions
running rampant between you and Jensen, I have reason to believe that you might
be able to connect to him telepathically, over a wider search radius.”
Jared’s breath caught in his throat. “I need to shift,” he mumbled, getting out
of the truck. “That’s the only time when we…”
“Jared, wait,” Beaver stopped him. “Tell me about the nightmare first.”
“We were in some dark, abandoned, rundown place that smelled like rotting fish,
and I was running down a corridor until I found him in one of the rooms,” he
summarized quickly. “Maybe an old factory that produced something in the line
of fish?”
“Abandoned factories,” Jim snorted. “You’d think they’d at least try not to
make it like a bad remake of an already awful horror movie.”
Jared couldn’t bring himself to joke around as though everything was normal and
thankfully, the older wolf seemed to realize as much without him having to say
so. A comfortable silence fell over them as Jared was treated to the distant
sound of Jim’s fingers falling over a keyboard, each click-clacking stroke
bringing him closer to finding his mate.
“Okay,” Jim eventually spoke again. “There are four factories that went out of
business around that area, kid, but…” the Chemistry professor’s voice broke
with a sigh. “None of them have anything to do with fish. There’s two herbicide
companies, an auto-spares manufacturer and a toffee factory.”
Jared bit back his frustration, locking his car and running into the small area
of seclusion that the trees offered. “Widen your search span or something,” he
instructed the older wolf before he really registered it. “They could have run
or taken a vehicle. Call me back when you have an update, I’m going to try to
connect with Jen.”
There was a beat before Beaver responded. “You’re gonna make a damn fine Alpha,
kid,” he offered gently, before hanging up. Jared warmed fractionally at the
faith his pack had in him; and he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be as
imposing and confident in his abilities if not for Jensen’s unyielding faith in
him.
Faith that he had to justify by getting his mate back.
He shifted flawlessly, his mind reaching out for Jensen before his paws even
touched the rich, earthy soil. Padding a few feet in every which direction,
Jared inwardly urged his mate to answer to his calls.
There was a brief flavor of something…it was definitely his mate, but he
couldn’t connect with him. Jared kept pushing, knowing that this likely meant
that the green-eyed boy was either too far out, or asleep. Or unconscious, his
unhelpful mind provided.
After a few more minutes, Jared gave it a rest, resolving to try again in a
half hour. Shifting back to human form, he called Beaver back, informing the
older alpha about the recent developments and smarting slightly over the fact
that he couldn’t do that with his own father.
No sooner had he hung up before his phone was ringing again, this time with his
brother on the other end.
“Jeff?”
“How ya holding up, kiddo?” his brother forewent the pleasantries, deep concern
in his voice. For a second, Jared felt like he was a pup again, and he ached
for his brother to chase away the nightmares in that way that only a big
brother could. He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat that hadn't
seemed to have left since Jensen was taken.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Jeff,” he confessed in a small voice, sounding a
lot like the lost pup he felt like. “I don’t…”
“Shh, little brother,” Jeff instantly soothed, his deep and calm voice taking
Jared back to his childhood. “It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna find him, I
promise. I told Val what was going on, and I’ve already left home, I’ll be
there in an hour. I’m gonna help you figure this out, okay?”
Overwhelming gratitude fell over him, tugging at his already frayed emotions.
“Thanks,” he whispered softly, knowing that his older brother would hear what
he couldn’t say; that he loved him for the support, and that he couldn’t face
this alone, and that he was thankful to have Jeff as his family.
“It’s going to be okay,” the elder Padalecki promised simply, proving that he
heard every last unspoken word. “I promise.”
Jared nodded, accepting the promise, because what else could he possibly do?
Leaving his truck parked where it was, he walked around aimlessly, desperately
trying to think of any type of solace he could seek from the turmoil churning
his insides.
You’re religious, Jay?
I’ll believe enough for the both of us, until you believe again. Okay?
His own words echoed in his mind and with a start, he realized that his
absently moving feet had brought him to the front steps of a catholic church
they had passed earlier.
I’ll believe enough for the both of us.
Walking up the steps, he slipped into the opulent church, too distraught to
even appreciate it’s magnificent beauty. Kneeling down at the front of the
chapel, eyes fixed on the flickering candle he had lit, Jared prayed for
guidance, for direction.
Please…keep him safe for me. Don’t let me lose him, not now, not like this,
not…not ever. Please…please, please, please. He’s mine, he’s my soul-mate, You
can’t have him yet. I don’t want to imagine facing a future without him. Please
give us a chance.
He crossed himself, letting his tears fall; honestly, he was surprised that he
could still cry, for all the sobbing he’d already done. Wasn’t there some kind
of limit on that? If there was, the Alpha was sure he would have passed it by
now.
Crossing the street into the woodsy area off the main road, Jared shifted once
more. Jen? He called out, desperation tinging his tone. Baby, please,
please…can you hear me? Jensen?
He shut his eyes, pressing his muzzle to the ground with a pitiful whimper,
full of anger and desperation. All of a sudden, it felt like his mind was being
wrapped in cotton wool, and he found himself- his human self- back in the
corridor in his dream.
How did he fall asleep?
Confusion struck momentary fear into him, and he walked slowly down the
abandoned hallway, moving to the door he knew Jensen to be behind. Turning the
knob slowly, he opened the door…
…to find his mate.
“Jay?” Jensen’s disbelieving voice was the most beautiful sound he’d heard all
day, and he found he didn’t really care how he had managed to fall asleep; this
dream was well worth it.
In four big strides, he was in front of his mate, scooping him up into his arms
and showering him with kisses. He was grateful that he could touch in whatever
odd dream world he’d created.
“Jay?” his mate asked again, pulling back slightly. “What are you…how did
you…how’d you get into my dream?”
Jared was still for a moment, his eyes widening as he caught on to the
implications of what his mate was saying. “This is…this is your dream, baby?”
Jensen nodded, looking confused. “Yeah. I know it is, because I’m not…” he cut
off abruptly, averting his eyes. Reaching over, Jared tilted his lover’s face
to meet his.
“You’re not, what?” Jensen sighed in resignation.
“I’m not hurt, here.”
“Oh, love…”
Jared buried his face in Jensen’s neck, those four simple words flooring him.
Part of him, a decidedly masochistic part, wanted to demand that his mate
detail all of his injuries, while another more dominant part of him simply
wanted to hold and touch and comfort and caress, and apologize until his throat
was raw.
Like he could read his mind, which wasn’t unlikely at this stage, Jensen carded
his hands through Jared’s locks, soothing him. “It’s okay, babe, everything’s
okay here. Shh…”
“I’m so sorry, love,” he clutched tighter at his boyfriend. “I’m sorry I wasn’t
there, I’m sorry I can’t find you now…”
“Jay, it’s okay.” Jensen pulled back to aim earnest green eyes at him. “I’m so
glad I get to see you now. Can you enter my dreams because we’re mates too?”
Jared shook his head, uncaring of the semantics now. “I don’t know what this
is, baby,” he admitted. “I’ll tell Beaver about it, he might be able to shed
some light.”
“Jay.” Jen shook his head, seeming to remember something. “I need to tell you
something…about where I am? I can smell rotting fish wherever I am, but I don’t
think I’m near a harbor or anything because I don’t smell or hear water.”
“I know.” Jared nodded, cringing guiltily. “I had a nightmare about this…I
didn’t know it was prophetic baby,” his voice turned pleading. “I thought that
I could…if I’d had any idea…I’m…”
Jensen shut him up with a chaste but loving kiss. “Hush, Jay.” He wiped away
the tears rolling from Jared’s eyes. “You weren’t to know, and in my
experience, you can’t escape Fate.”
Jared nodded, slowly steeling himself. He cupped the other boy’s neck,
caressing the curve of his jaw. “Jen, do you remember anything about where they
took you? I’m close enough to connect, which means you haven’t left town.”
“It has to be some sort of factory,” Jensen reasoned, looking around. “I can
hear lights flickering too, so I’d wager it’s a factory that…”
“…came out of business,” Jared finished with a nod. “Tried that route already.”
Desperation tinged his tone. “All we got was two old herbicide companies, a
toffee factory and…”
“That’s it…” Jensen mouthed, barely audible as his green eyes opened wide with
realization. “That’s it!” he exclaimed excitedly. “I’m an idiot! I’m at one of
the herbicide factories!”
“But which one?” Jared asked, a burst of hope renewing him, too excited to ask
how Jensen had figured it out. His mate bit his lip, racking his brain.
“I don’t know,” he whispered in anguish. “I didn’t hear anything else, except…”
his voice trailed off, and he looked to Jared suddenly, the excitement
returning. “Jay, do you remember that time you were telling me all about your
weird facts? You mentioned that some churches rang their bells at certain
intervals?”
“Catholic, Lutheran and Anglican churches, yeah,” Jared nodded, and like a
freight train, the epiphany hit him. “You heard that 6pm bell ring, didn’t
you?” he asked elatedly.
Jensen nodded animatedly. “I think so! I dismissed it before, but I think
there’s a church nearby where I am.”
Jared scooped his lover up into his arms once more, spinning him around with a
laugh. Overwhelming relief showered through him and he thanked whatever power
may have listened to his prayers, for giving him this.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
It’s a cruel twist of Fate that I might have managed to give Jared my location,
only for him to come in time to find my body.
The thought ran unbidden through Jensen’s mind, and he shivered in residual
fear. There was still a great chance that Jared wouldn’t get to him in time,
and while part of him wanted to stay hopeful, he felt the need to protect Jared
in the same vein, not wanting his lover to have to see his dead body.
“Jay?” it was difficult to see the sheer delight on his Alpha’s face, knowing
there was a chance there would be devastation soon. “Just…just let Chris come
into my room first, okay?”
Hurt flashed on the taller boy’s face, combined with a healthy dose of
suspicion. “Why?” he asked simply.
Jensen winced. He couldn’t bear to face death knowing that Jared remained
insecure about his feelings, so he picked the lesser of the two evils. Framing
the wolf’s face with his palms, Jensen kept his voice low and sweet. “Jay…babe,
we have to face the possibility that…that they’ll do something to me before you
get there.” Jared started to protest, pain ravaging his hazel orbs, but Jensen
overrode him. There was no way he could get this out again. He had to blurt
everything out now. “She’s hell-bent on revenge. She might not want to wait
much longer before she…before she finishes this.” He couldn’t actually say the
words; even thinking them felt painful. “If she does…I don’t want you to see
that, Jay. Please, promise me.”
“No.” Desolation radiated off the Alpha Were. “No, I can’t, I won’t.”
“Jay…” Unable to hold back his own tears, Jensen buried his face in Jared’s
chest. “I’ll hold on,” he promised. “I’ll stall and I’ll fight, I promise I’ll
do my best…but don’t do you dare give up if something happens to me.” Ardent
green eyes sought out despairing hazel ones. “Promise me.” He shook his
boyfriend lightly. “Promise me that you’ll become the Pack Alpha, and you’ll
find a Beta, and you’ll see me again only in 80-odd years. Promise me, Jared.”
Before anything could happen, before Jared could protest and Jensen could
plead, the foundation around them rocked dangerously.
“What…” Jensen’s bewildered tone became a short gasp when he fell backwards,
out of Jared’s arms. “I’m waking up,” he comprehended as pain began to return
to his dream-body.
Jared opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, everything went dark.
And with a breathy gasp, Jensen returned to awareness. Coughing violently, he
realized that he’d woken because the other wolf- Gabe, Jensen remembered
Katherine calling him- had sucker-punched his already aching ribs.
“It’s time, boy,” he stated, his tone and the implications in his words sending
chills down Jensen’s spine.
He tried to reason with the man in front of him. “You don’t have… to do this,”
he pushed the words out. “I didn’t kill…your mate.” It was ironic that even as
he pleaded for the man before him to see sense, he knew that it wasn’t going to
happen. He knew that if the positions were reversed, he’d tear limb from limb
anyone who was remotely involved or related to Jared’s death.
“You’re the reason he’s gone!” Gabe snarled, proving his own suspicion. “A mate
for a mate,” he breathed heavily. “The Padalecki heir is going to go through
his entire life knowing that he failed to save his mate, the same way I must go
through my life.” All Jensen could see in the man’s eyes was malice, and he
shuddered at the evidence of what losing a mate could do.
Would Jared become something like this if he lost him? Would he become cold to
the world, merciless and unforgiving and ruthless? Would he teach his heirs the
same hateful ideals?
Would he lose that sparkle in his eyes, the kindness and gentleness in his soul
that made him the man he was?
Invariably.
Fight, a voice inside him urged, sounding suspiciously like a voice he
remembered from his childhood, but couldn’t really place. Fight, son. If not
for you, then for him.
“Do what…you feel you must,” Jensen wheezed. He knew that goading the man was
the only possible stalling technique he had left. “But face me…like a man. The
way…that Joe faced us.” He forced a smirk on to his face. “Are you as brave…as
your mate used to be?”
With a roar, Gabe punched the wall just above his face, and it was with
considerable effort that Jensen kept his smug exterior.
“This town will be painted with your blood,” Gabe vowed dangerously, “before I
deliver your head on a stick to your precious mate.”
“Fantastic,” Jensen deadpanned, turning to sarcasm in his intense fear.
Fun fucking times.
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~*Jared*~
 
Several things happened at once. With an almost audible snap, Jared returned to
reality, and at the same moment that he begun to feel the earth against his
muzzle once more, he was suddenly tackled from the side.
Rolling with the heavy form on top of him, Jared snapped his teeth, trying to
gather his bearings. As soon as he was pinned down, a familiar paw against his
belly, he stopped struggling.
Jeff?
What in the hell happened to you?! His brother growled at him, nipping his ear
like he was a disobedient pup. Do you really think we have the time to waste
with you disappearing, Jared? We have our hands full with Jensen, without you
pulling a temper tantrum and worrying us even more!
Rebellious of the unwarranted dressing-down he was getting, Jared bucked his
brother off him, years of wrestling with the older wolf having taught him a
trick or two. In a quick move, he had their positions reversed, pinning his
brother down with a matching ear nip, albeit slightly harder than his brother
had done to him.
I connected with Jen,he informed the elder Padalecki irritably. You should know
better than to think I would put my mate’s safety in jeopardy by breaking down.
His brother looked chagrined, and Jared watched as the fear chipped away from
Jeff’s eyes. The Alpha heir relaxed his grip, jumping to the side to allow his
brother to get back up, realizing that despite their snapping, Jeff was
concerned for Jared’s safety too. He butted his muzzle against Jeff’s
apologetically.
I’m okay, he reassured his older brother. How long was I AWOL?
Two hours, according to Chad.Jeff answered his unspoken apology by licking the
spot on Jared’s ear where he’d nipped him earlier, in a way that Jared
recognized as something Jeff did to his pups. He smothered a smile at the
fatherly side of his brother. They’ve been anxious.
I’ll apologize later, the Alpha quickly remembered the urgency they needed to
be moving with. We don’t have a lot of time. I know where Jensen is. Jared
didn’t need to communicate with Jeff to see the clear question in the other
alpha’s eyes.I’ll explain the how, later, he promised. But he doesn’t have a
lot of time. Jared ran the risk of exposure by howling loudly, the sound
guaranteed to reach the ears of his packmates. He just hoped Jensen’s captors
didn’t hear it too.
Within a few minutes, Chad and Chris arrived, each rebuking him for his
disappearing act. Before he could explain why, he was surprised to find six
other wolves crowding them. Jared immediately recognized Tom and Misha, the
only two betas, as well as Daniel, the father of the Jensen’s favorite triplet
pups. It took him an extra minute, but he quickly identified the other three
alphas, Jack, Ben and Pascal, as the fathers of other pups Jen had gotten close
to, and babysat.
Jared, Daniel nodded at him. We’re here to help. Do you want us to split up and
search, see if we can track Jensen?
No, Daniel,Jared responded, pawing the loose soil underneath his paws. I have
Jensen’s location, the only issue now is conducting a retrieval mission.
Ben stepped forward, his head bowed slightly in a show of respect to the pack
Alpha; the Alpha Jared realized he’d started sounding like. It made him start
slightly, since he’d only ever seen that gesture directed at his father, and
Beaver’s voice ran through his head.You’re gonna make a damn fine Alpha, kid.
Jared was brought back to the present as Ben straightened. Like he’d seen his
father do many times, Jared dipped his head fractionally in acknowledgement and
mutual respect.
We’d be honored to help, Jared, Ben assured him.
I’d understand if anyone were hesitant, Jared made himself speak gently. You
are all fathers and sons and brothers. I don’t expect you to risk your lives
for my mate, I cant ask you to…
You’re not asking, Jack interrupted him. Yet here we stand.
Daniel stepped forward this time. Jensen is our family too, Jared. He became my
family the moment he saved my pups that day in the field. He’s integrated
himself into my family with every second he spent looking after Lukas, Liam and
Layla since.
Same here, Jack echoed.
And here, Ben and Pascal chimed in unison.
From his side, Chad butted his muzzle against Jared’s side. He’s been my family
since he schooled me in pool that day, the sandy wolf huffed an approximation
of a laugh. And since the day he told me he believed in me, in the way only you
ever seemed to before.
He was my family since the day he told me he loved my baby brother,Jeff nodded
at him. He’s my brother-in-law, Jare.
And he’s my brother, Chris was the last one to speak. From everyone, Jared knew
that Chris was the one who was feeling Jensen’s abduction the most, next to
him. Jared nodded once at the other alpha; he didn’t need the words, because he
knew without a shadow of doubt that he’d have to paralyze Chris if he had any
hope of the alpha not accompanying him to find Jensen.
Everyone else though? He had no idea how much Jensen had integrated himself
into so many families, into so many hearts. He didn’t think his mate even knew
how many lives he’d touched.
He has that effect on people.
Jared huffed, a small tendril of warmth curling in his frozen chest. He had the
most amazing mate in the world.
And it was time to rescue him.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
The sound of his ragged breathing filled the otherwise empty room. Clutching
his abdomen against the pain that seemed to thud in time with his heartbeat,
Jensen staggered to his feet, meeting his attacker head-on.
“You keep getting up,” Gabe taunted him, a sneer twisting the features that
might have looked handsome a long time ago. Before grief had taken over, and
anger, and hatred. “You’d think after so many times you’d learn to stay down.”
Despite the bruises marring his skin and the blood pouring from a cut above his
left eye, despite the fatigue of his broken body and the heat radiating from
his extensive injuries, Jensen lifted his chin fractionally, the picture of
unyielding defiance.
“Someone…once told me that I… was the strongest and bravest person…he had ever
known,” Jensen forced the words out of his mouth, wheezing painfully. The
picture of his lover, of Jared, sprung to the forefront of his mind; he saw the
bright smile, mischievous eyes and ever-adorable dimples. He saw the floppy
hair that more often than not refused to abide by the laws of gravity, and the
tall and muscular body that made him feel safer than safe and hotter than hot.
He even saw that faint scar on the curve of a shoulder that spoke of a lifetime
of childhood memories with Chad as a best friend. It reminded him of what he
had to fight for. What he had to lose. “I’m fighting…for him,” he said, with
the quiet conviction of a warrior. Through the blood that painted his face, his
eyes glowed, bright green and fierce, with a spirit that only true love can
cultivate. “I fight…for him…because he’s…my heart and soul. I have no
fear…anymore…because he’s with me. I can look…Death in the face…and fear
nothing…when I have him.”
“Look around you, pretty boy.” The man cracked his knuckles. “Your precious
mate ain’t here. You’re all alone.”
“You’re nought for two.” Jensen shook his head painfully. “He’s the…purest…and
best part…of me. And I’m never…alone. Not as…as long as I have…his love.”
Jensen watched as realization dawned on Gabe’s face. The wolf dropped his
stance, straightening, an iron mask coming over his features.
“Then the only way to end this is to take away his love,” Gabe stated
monotonously. “But not from you. Nothing would hurt you more than to be the
reason for your mate’s pain.” Picking up the knife he had come in with fifteen
minutes earlier, Gabe advanced on Jensen, deadly intent clear as day on his
face. Finality made his eyes clear, and Jensen shivered.
But he didn’t retreat.
He didn’t close his eyes.
He faced Death without any fear, just as he said he would. All he felt was
sorrow and pain, and overwhelming love for the man who had taught him what it
meant to live, love and dream.
I love you, Jared Tristan Padalecki, forever and always. I’m so sorry.
 
~*Jared*~
 
His senses tingling, Jared directed his pack quickly. Jensen had spoken like
they hadn’t a lot of time…and Jared knew from experience that his mate’s innate
ability to read people wasn’t something to be taken lightly. If Jensen was
worried…it was because he had reason to be.
“Chad, Chris, Jeff, Misha, you’re with me,” Jared instructed. “We’re going to
find Jensen and take out whoever is guarding him. Tom, Daniel, Ben, Jack and
Pascal, you’re going to find and take out Jensen’s aunt.” After a beat, he
added, “I don’t want bloodshed tonight. Not here, not now. Subdue them, and
then Jensen needs to have a say in how we handle this.”
Everyone nodded in compliance, and Jared liked to think that it wasn’t only
because of his Alpha timbre. In Jeff’s eyes, shone a rare mix of intense pride
and respect. Jared shifted forms easily, landing on his paws, and they all
followed suit.
As soon as he was in lupine form, Jared smelt Jensen’s scent. As heavenly a
scent as it was, Jared’s stomach recoiled at how much blood was saturated in
the normally piney, earthy aroma. Knowing his directives would be followed, the
Alpha didn’t hesitate to move towards the smell, tracking his mate
effortlessly. He rammed through a door and tumbled into a long corridor.
“Someone…once told me that I… was the strongest and bravest person…he had ever
known.”
Jared started as the faint sound reached his sensitive ears, an echo of the
words he had spoken to Jensen before that disastrous dinner with his family. He
started to move quickly but silently down the passage, following the sound of
his mate’s voice. Though it was pained, he basked in it, letting it drown out
the sound of his pack brothers’ padding paws.
“I’m fighting…for him,” Jensen was saying, warming Jared’s icy chest. “I
fight…for him…because he’s…my heart and soul. I have no fear…anymore…because
he’s with me. I can look…Death in the face…and fear nothing…when I have him.”
Jared could hardly describe the feelings that were coursing through him in that
moment, so potent were they. He was so incredibly proud of his lover, and so
honored that Jensen thought of him in a way he’d only ever dreamt of being seen
as.
“Look around you pretty boy. Your precious mate aint here. You’re all alone.”
That’s where you’re wrong, you son of a bitch, Jared thought, wanting to growl
at the very sound of the man who had caused his lover hurt. He turned a corner
sharply, his pace picking up the closer he got to Jensen.
“You’re nought for two.” Jared was indescribably happy that his mate disputed
that comment, knew in his heart of hearts that Jared would never leave him like
that. “He’s the…purest…and best part…of me. And I’m never…alone. Not as…as long
as I have…his love.”
The Alpha pushed back a whimper, Jensen’s raw and unfiltered words hitting his
nerve endings in the way his only ever could. He felt reverence for his mate,
ached to worship and cherish and treasure him.
“Then the only way to end this is to take away his love,” the unknown wolf
decided, and Jared heard the sickening finality in his tone. He pushed harder,
downright running now, the voices getting closer and closer and yet somehow
still feeling so out of reach. He wasn’t listening to their words anymore, but
one thing he couldn’t block out, was the voice that suddenly manifested in his
head.
I love you, Jared Tristan Padalecki, forever and always. I’m so sorry.
Ice spread over Jared’s body and he focused on that voice, on that love, on
that scent of his precious, significant other. Finally- finally- he reached the
door that he knew held his Jensen, and he barely felt it when he crashed
through it.
He was met with a picture he knew would be forever imprinted on his mind, until
the end of days.
The wolf was in his human form, and Jared saw various injuries littering his
frame; pride burst through him when he recognized Jensen’s handiwork. His mate
had fought back. What gave Jared pause, however, was the man’s stance…where he
was poised to plunge a knife deep into Jensen’s chest. His mate was bruised and
battered; his face and body were covered in blood and there were more injuries
on his body than there was not. But even hurt to hell and flirting with death,
Jensen’s face was a picture of love and serenity.
Snapping his jaws, a vicious snarl ripped through Jared’s teeth. In a motion
quicker than he could have anticipated, the man had Jensen’s body in front of
his, knife to his throat.
“Don’t come any closer,” he warned, a maniacal glint in his eyes. Jared growled
dangerously, crouching low, and when Chris and Chad flanked him and Misha and
Jeff took up the rear, he knew their positions mirrored his.
“Give…it up…” Jensen wheezed, and the Alpha cringed at the sound. Irrefutable
proof of Jensen having internal injuries. “They’re…stronger than you…Gabe.”
The man- Gabe- shook his head vehemently. “No!” he screamed. “You’re all going
to pay for taking my Joe away from me! You’re gonna pay!”
“Joe attacked me…first,” Jensen rasped, and Jared realized quickly that the
lone wolf who had attacked Jensen was actually part of the trio. “Ever
wondered…what made him do…something that impulsive?”
The atmosphere in the already tense room dropped a couple degrees as Gabe
sliced across Jensen’s throat, a barely-there scratch but enough to draw blood.
Jensen sucked in a breath through his teeth and Jared growled warningly,
feeling desperation and potent rage incite his veins.
“Stop baiting me,” Gabe hissed, “and tell me what you know.”
His mate was struggling on his feet, his injuries impeding him, and Jared took
advantage of Gabe’s distraction to start inching gradually closer. He locked
eyes with Jensen and dipped his head, so slightly that he knew only Jensen
would catch on to it, and the acknowledgement showed in stunning emerald orbs.
“Why don’t you…ask Katherine?” he wheezed, shifting ever so slightly to the
left. To anyone else, it would have looked like he was trying to find a more
comfortable position, or like he was moving away from the knife, but Jared saw
it as the action it was; one that removed Jared almost fully from Gabe’s line
of sight, and one that allowed him a larger freedom of movement without tipping
the knife-wielding madman off.
Good job, baby, you’re amazing. It’s my turn now. Trust me.
Jared saw the warmth in Jensen’s eyes, and this time, he didn’t need telepathy
to see the total trust Jensen had in him. Exacerbated mental connection aside,
he could read those orbs like a book.
“She tried to stop him,” Gabe retorted, but it wasn’t difficult to pinpoint the
uneasiness in his tone. “She told me herself that she tried to keep him from
making a move without me.”
“Haven’t you ever…wondered…why she had…more of a vendetta…against…against me
than…the wolf y’all were…targeting?”
As Jensen spoke, Jared continued inching forward slowly. He knew where his mate
was taking this, and he hoped to God that Gabe would bite.
“Didn’t you wonder…why Joe attacked…me that day?” Jensen continued. “Killing me
was…never the plan…was it? You were…going to use me as…as bait, to get…get him
here.”
“Why would Katherine want you dead?” Gabe demanded. “She was fighting the same
cause as us! She knew that we were going to offer you the opportunity to
change! She knew that killing you would be our last resort!”
Confusion struck Jared momentarily, but he trusted his mate to explain it to
him when they got out of this. Instead of getting side-tracked, he kept moving
forward, mind-speaking to his pack at the same time about not getting
distracted by Gabe and Jensen’s back and forth.
“No,” Jensen refuted. “She knew that…killing me would…be easiest when…she had
y’all to…to help.” He took in a painful, rattling breath, which was cut short
with a gasp of pain. “She’s the…reason…he’s dead,” his mate forced the words
out. “Not me.”
“No!” Gabe roared, and Jared took advantage of the man’s diverted attention.
Duck, baby! He warned his mate before leaping in one large bound. Like a well-
oiled machine, Jensen worked with him, dropping to the floor mere seconds
before Jared rammed into Gabe.
Then, all hell broke loose.
Gabe shifted as they both fell. As he got back to his feet, Jared made sure to
position himself in front of his mate. Behind him, Jensen’s hand touched his
fur briefly, and the contact calmed him marginally.
He bared his teeth at the charcoal black wolf. Gabe mirrored the motion, his
eyes darting between all of them, no doubt wondering whether he had any chance
of escaping five bloodthirsty wolves who all loved the man he’d spent the past
17 hours torturing.
Unfortunately, the man was more kamikaze than any of them had anticipated.
With a harsh bark, the other wolf leaped…but not at Jared.
He rammed himself against an old, rusty machine. A minute too late, Jared
realized that it was a crane-like mechanism…and it still had a load.
With a droning creak, the already ruined crane arm snapped, hurtling down. The
long arm would crush Gabe on its way down, but it was also in direct line with
Jensen.
As it fell, Jared was in motion, and a split second before it could crush
Jensen, he managed to push his mate away by slamming into him with his body.
He wasn’t so naïve to think he could scurry out of the way in time.
The last thing he remembered was the crushing pain of iron breaking his body.
And then, it was dark.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“NO!”
Jensen watched in horror as the iron load fell on to Jared. Without even being
fully aware of what he was doing, he crawled to where his fallen lover was.
Jeff was quicker than he was. With frantic motions that mirrored the feelings
in Jensen’s chest, he shifted, and began tugging at the heavy arm, trying to
heave it off Jared’s crumpled form. A split second later, Chad and Misha joined
him, while Chris ran to him, grim-faced.
“Jensen, we need to…”
“No!” Jensen growled. He knew Chris meant well, but he needed to get to his
mate, see that he was okay. “No, I have to make sure Jared…I have to…I
need…he’s…”
“It’s over, Jensen,” Chris told him, his features twisted with grief and
compassion. “He’s…”
“Shut the fuck up, Kane!” Jensen knew that his friend didn’t deserve his tone,
but he didn’t really care at that moment. “He’s okay, he just…he needs to get
out from under there.”
With strength that Jensen didn’t know he possessed, he pushed Chris out of the
way and stumbled back to where Jared had finally been freed from the wreck.
The look of desolation on Jeff’s face made his heartbeat stutter.
His legs gave out and he crawled the last few inches between him and his mate.
Jared had shifted in his unconsciousness, and with shaky hands, Jensen pressed
two fingers to his lover’s throat.
He sobbed when he felt the faint pulse underneath the pads of his fingers.
“Call an ambulance!” he barked gruffly at them, furious that they were just
standing there as though Jared was…as if he had…
“Jensen…”
“Call them!” he snarled dangerously, not even aware of who was trying to talk.
“Not even a wolf can heal from that, Jensen.” It was Jeff’s broken voice,
ringing with finality, that crashed through Jensen’s urgency. “It’s over, he…”
Unable to complete his sentence, the elder Padalecki broke down into sobs,
falling to his knees.
“No,” Jensen mouthed, the agony tearing through his very soul. “No, he’s not…”
He pressed his forehead against Jared’s, hands ghosting over his bloodied and
broken body. “Jared, wake up,” he pleaded desperately. “Babe, come on, you have
to…to wake up…”
There was no response.
The anguish built up inside Jensen, and it felt like it was burning him from
the inside out. His breathing became sharp and choppy, more gasping than
anything else, and he registered Chris and Chad’s grief-filled voices, telling
him to breathe.
He shut his eyes against their voices, and harsh white burst into his
awareness. The burning became more real, and he screamed against the torment,
flashes of his mate, his lover, his life, painting the back of his eyelids.
They came so fast he could hardly decipher them, but he felt the essence of the
love of his life. When he was sure that he was finally going to spontaneously
combust from the fire in his veins, everything suddenly turned white.
“Jensen, open your eyes.”
Hesitantly, he complied, looking around him as he did. He was no longer in the
herbicide factory, and he quickly realized that Jared’s damaged body still lay
in front of him. Another sob tore through him and he crumpled, laying over
Jared as his body was wracked with cries.
“Jensen, you need to focus.”
“Who are you?!” Jensen screamed, half-crazed, out of his mind with guilt and
pain. “What do you want with us? Show yourself!”
A figure stepped into his line of sight. Jensen swiped roughly at his eyes,
clearing the tears that were blurring his vision. He moved quickly in front of
Jared, shielding his mate’s body with his own. Part of him knew how pointless
it was, but he was going to die before he let anyone touch his Jared.
“Jensen, focus.” The man’s voice was authoritative, commanding, and Jensen
imagined he must have had people falling to their feet obeying him, but he
wasn’t one of them.
“Tell me who you are!” he demanded belligerently. He no longer had any care for
caution; his mate…his lover…there was nothing to fight for if he had no Jared.
“That is not of import,” the man replied smoothly, but his vivid green eyes
betrayed the grudging respect that he had for Jensen, for daring to rebel. “But
if you wish to save your mate’s life, then you must focus.”
That caught his attention.
“What are you talking about?” he pressed, reaching out blindly for Jared’s
hand. Even just that tiny bit of contact gave him strength.
“You can still save him,” the man told him. “I didn’t think it was possible,
but you’ve convinced me.”
“How?”
“The way you shield his body, though he can no longer feel pain,” the man
stared pointedly at the defensive stance Jensen had taken up. “That is a love
more powerful than I have seen in long years, young one.”
“We’re mates.”
“I know,” the man nodded. “But hear me when I say that your love is stronger
than any mates’ I’ve ever seen.”
Jensen nodded slightly. He wasn’t really surprised by the knowledge…he knew
what he felt for Jared, and it almost stood to reason that there could never be
a love like theirs.
“How do I save him?” he asked, vulnerability seeping into his voice.
“Use the power that is inside of you, young one,” the man coached him gently.
His green eyes glowed, almost unnaturally. “As the generations have become
adulterated, so too has your own gift, but perhaps this love of yours can
intensify that which is already there.”
“My gift?” Jensen shook his head. “What are you talking about?”
“You have long-dormant power within you, Jensen Ackles,” he explained. “Not a
lot, but possibly just enough to save your beloved.”
He stepped forward, reaching out. Jensen took the proffered hand without
hesitation; he would risk anything to save Jared.
The mysterious man stepped around Jared’s body, kneeling on the opposite side,
facing Jensen. With the utmost care, he placed Jen’s hands over Jared’s heart.
The faintest of thumping thudded unevenly against his palm.
“Focus on your beloved,” his voice turned hypnotic, and Jensen’s eyes fell shut
of their own accord. “Focus on your love for him, on the times you have smiled,
and laughed, and loved. On the times that you have cried, and comforted, and
fought. On the times you have grew together, evolved together, progressed
together.”
Images flashed in front of his eyelids once again, but this time, Jensen could
see it all. He saw them in the alleyway, where Jared had kissed him for the
first time. He saw them in Jared’s truck, the night that he’d agreed to go out
with him. He saw Jared finding his beaten body the day they had their first
fight, and he saw Jared leave the house after they had just had their second.
He saw himself making Jared and Chris breakfast as they reconciled. He saw
Jared, Chris and Chad shift for the first time in front of him, and saw the way
he was more worried about Jared than about the secret. He saw Jared standing
steadfastly by him when he was JR. He saw the morning after they had finally
mated, when Jared had slipped out of bed to try to make him breakfast, but not
before he dropped a tender kiss to Jensen’s temple. He saw them wrapped
together in front of Jared’s…in front of their future home. He saw Jared
looking at him like he was the sun, the moon and the stars.
It was like a montage of their love.
“Jared…” he breathed without thinking.
“Ask them to give you strength, to give you the power to heal what has been so
unjustly hurt.” The man’s voice was simply like a background noise by now, so
intent was he on his mate, but he complied.
Without really even being certain who he was asking, Jensen repeated the plea.
“Now focus your own energy on him,” came the next instruction. “Weave your
energy through him, make it flow from your body into his, and see the way the
particles revive the injuries in its wake.”
Jensen dredged every last atom of energy in his body and envisioned it flooding
from his hands into Jared’s body. He began to weaken alarmingly, but he didn’t
relent, just kept pushing himself harder and further. His body began to burn
once more, but he pushed past the agony.
Underneath his flaming palms, came the blessed and powerful thump of Jared’s
heart.
His eyes flew open and he gasped.
 
~*Jared*~
 
His eyes flew open and he gasped.
Sitting up instinctively, he cast his eyes desperately around himself. They
were still in the factory, and he…
…wasn’t dead?
“Jay…”
The weak voice of his mate caught his attention, and he turned to see Jensen
kneeling next to him, ashen-faced.
Relief flooded through him. He must have been able to push Jensen out of the
way and evade the hunk of iron too.
Before he could rejoice in the victory, Jensen slumped over, eyes fluttering
shut.
“Jensen!” he yelled, surging forward to catch his mate before he could hit his
head. He laid Jensen gently on the floor, not wanting to lift him in case of
his injuries, but before he could examine his mate’s body, he was bodily lifted
from his position kneeling on the floor.
“Jeff?” he found himself crushed in his brother’s arms, and his mystified voice
was muffled against Jeff’s chest. “What the hell are you doing? We need to
check on Jensen.”
“You were…oh, God, Jared…you…” Jeff choked, and Jared realized with a start
that his forever unruffled big brother was actually crying. Jeff hadn’t even
cried when their father had all but banished him from the pack.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he tried to comfort his brother, confusion in his tone. “It’s
okay, I’m okay, the iron missed me.”
“No it didn’t!” Jeff burst out. “It didn’t…”
Jared pushed away, holding his brother by his biceps to try to get his
attention. “Jeff, what are you talking about?”
“You were dead, Jared.” The agonized whisper came from Chad. Jared’s head
snapped to his best friend’s. “You were dead, and then Jensen broke down, and
something happened, because he suddenly stopped sobbing and he screamed, and
his eyes rolled back in his head until we could only see the white.”
At this, Jared dropped to his knees next to his still unmoving mate. He pushed
Jensen’s hair back and tapped his cheek gently. “Wake up, baby,” he urged
softly, his panic mounting when there was no response. “Jen?”
“There was this white light surrounding you two,” Chris took up the story,
dropping to kneel on the other side of Jensen’s prone form. Jared vaguely
registered Jeff grasping his shoulder and Chad thumping his back. “We couldn’t
get close to either of you. Then suddenly, you both gasped, and the light went
away, and you were…alive. Better.”
Jared looked down to see the tell-tale blood on his shirt. He patted his chest
experimentally.
“Jensen…healed me?” he asked, perplexed. “How?”
“That doesn’t matter right now,” Jeff’s rough voice interrupted his daze. Jared
watched as his brother pressed his fingers against Jensen’s throat. “His pulse
is slow and unsteady. He needs help.”
Jared snapped out of his inaction, his heart picking up double time. “Chad,
check that the other wolf is really dead, and then call an ambulance,” he
directed, batting his brother’s hand away to feel for himself. “Jeff, call
Beaver, explain everything that happened and tell him we need him here right
the fuck now. Misha, find the other wolves and explain what happened, and make
sure Katherine doesn’t get away. Chris, find some water, we need to clean away
the blood and see if we can rouse him.”
Jared fought against his panic as everyone scrambled to follow his orders. The
question was at the forefront of his mind; had something happened with that
light? Something that offered Jensen Jared’s life, in exchange for his? Or was
his mate simply succumbing to his injuries?
Chris returned with water in an old, battered bucket. Jared gently tore open
Jensen’s shirt, wincing when he saw the extent of the abuse on his beautiful
mate. Bruises and cuts marked every inch of his skin, some distinct boot marks
showing through. He dipped the ruined t-shirt in water and began tenderly
wiping the blood away from his mate’s face. Jared was partly relieved to see
that the blood, although copious, was only coming from a cut above Jensen’s
eye. A large bruise colored his jaw and temple, but that was the extent of the
injuries to his head. His torso was a different story.
Jared knew his mate had broken ribs, he could feel the phantom pain in his own
chest, but he was worried for the internal injuries Jensen had. He checked his
lover’s pulse again; slower, this time, marginally.
“Chad, where’s that ambulance?” he barked without taking his eyes off Jensen.
“Jeff?!”
“Hold on with the ambulance,” Jeff instructed. “Beaver’s fifteen minutes out.
He says he’ll be able to help.”
The Alpha was torn for a moment. On the one hand, he trusted Jim with his life,
but on the other hand…Jensen’s pulse was getting weaker by the minute. Who knew
that they had fifteen to spare?
It felt like it would kill him to make the decision, but he finally resolved to
wait for Jim. Pressing his face into Jensen’s now-clean neck, he breathed a
small prayer.
Please, love…please hang on. For me. For us. You can’t do this. You can’t save
me, only to make me watch you…watch you leave me.
When he finally lifted his tear-streaked face, it was to see that all the
wolves had taken up a guard around them. They were standing in a circle around
him and Jensen, the picture of protection, each of them poised to defend.
The sight made Jared proud, and he wished Jensen was awake and could see how
much of a pack member he had become without even being Were.
It was the longest fifteen minutes of his life, and when Beaver finally got to
them, Jared thought he could have either kissed the man in relief for coming to
help, or shot him in anger for taking so long.
Grim-faced, the older alpha knelt in front of Jensen. He pushed Jared’s hands
away from where they were resting, one on Jensen’s hip and the other cupping
the side of his neck, ignoring the growl he was given in favor of beginning to
check Jen’s injuries.
“He’s got several broken ribs, one uncomfortably close to piercing his lung,”
Beaver reported worriedly. “A ruptured spleen, fractured wrist, broken collar
bone, a wealth of cuts and bruises…”
Jared felt his stomach turn and he tried to force the nausea down. “What can we
do to fix this?” he asked, focusing on the elder pack member’s face. “Jeff said
you could help?”
Jim nodded. “I managed to develop a serum that will extract the healing
properties that lie in your blood, in wolf blood. Theoretically, it should heal
Jensen, since in werewolf matings, the blood of a mated couple can heal their
injuries. It will only work with your blood, so we’ll need to draw a syringe
right now.”
“Will it work with Jensen being human?” Jeff asked baldly.
Before Jared could snarl at his brother, Beaver nodded again. “It should.
They’ve shown every other mating tendency, this shouldn’t be the exception.”
Jared thrust his arm out, offering his vein. “Do it.”
The wolves’ shield around them didn’t falter as Jim drew his blood. Pulling a
bottle from his bag, he uncorked the stopper and dropped the blood into it. As
soon as it hit the clear liquid, the concoction began to simmer, becoming
scarlet. After a few beats, Jim drew the liquid into a new syringe, tapping it
lightly before gently injecting it into Jen’s thigh.
“Please work,” Jared pleaded almost inaudibly. “Pleasework.”
After ten minutes, Jensen still hadn’t moved, but a cursory examination showed
them that he had begun the healing process. Bruises were faded as though they
were weeks old, and the lump his ruptured spleen had caused had all but
disappeared.
“Why isn’t he waking up?” Chris managed to ask the question that Jared couldn’t
force through his lips. His head snapped up to look at Beaver as he answered
the question.
“Just his body’s way of coping with all the trauma,” they were assured. “It’s
normal.”
###
Four days later, Jared was still sitting vigil next to Jensen, on the bed in
Chris’ guest room.
His mate still hadn’t woken.
###
Chapter End Notes
     Whew! That was intense to write! Please don't hate me! X_X Next
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     Hope you guys enjoyed the intensity of this chapter and hope y'all
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     -JayGirl
***** I'd Fight the World (Just to Be With You) *****
Chapter Notes
     Ah, I'm so sorry about being so late with this chapter! I have no
     excuse other than that I was so undecided about the smut in this
     chapter. I feel like I didn't do it well, but I finally decided that
     I couldn't postpone posting any longer! I hope it isn't as bad as I
     fear it might be!! X_X
     Shoutout to Cameron Covington, who I think is a new reader, and to
     everyone who cried in the last chapter! I hope this one makes up for
     it!
     The chapter is dedicated to Laverna, who totally saw my big reveal
     coming!! Big ups to you!
     Enjoy!
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~*Jensen*~
 
“Well, young one. It seems you might actually have a smidgen of promise.”
Jensen whirled around at the sound of the mysterious man. He bit back his knee-
jerk sarcasm, bearing in mind that the man had helped him save Jared’s life.
“Thank you,” Jensen nodded, meeting green eyes. “For helping me save him,” he
hastened to clarify.
He was rewarded for his gratitude with a slow nod. “You did well, young one,”
the man offered, slightly softer now. “Not many could do what you did, with the
little power you possessed.”
“I was hoping you could elaborate on that for me,” Jensen said wryly. “I’m
incredibly confused right now.” He looked around himself, observing that he was
back in whatever White Universe he’d come to before. “Where am I? How’d I even
get here?”
“Must you start with the most difficult questions?” the man asked him, his tone
betraying an affectionate exasperation. For some reason, Jensen was amused by
the man’s vexation.
“How about we start with who you are?” he suggested, compromising in an offer
of an olive branch.
The man nodded. “That seems…reasonable. My name is Rosen.”
“Rosen?” Jensen tried the name out, mildly pleased with how well it rolled off
his tongue. “That’s a cool name. What does it mean?”
“It means ‘Ruler’, young one,” Rosen answered with a slight half-smile. “It is
indeed…cool.”
Jensen chuckled dryly. “You’re not much into colloquialism, are you?”
“I don’t care for it, no,” Rosen grimaced. “It lacks a certain decorum.”
“Yeah,” Jensen snorted, “wait till you hear someone speak in a rap.”
“I presume from your tone that I wouldn’t like this…’rap’ language?”
“You presume correctly, seeing as how you think rapping is a different
language.”
Jensen case his eyes speculatively over the man. Rosen didn’t seem very old; he
seemed to be around Josh’s age, actually. His eyes were wide and vivid green,
and his dirty blonde hair fell in a mop around his face. Small red dots painted
across his eyes, curving around the top of one and crossing the bridge of his
nose to get to the bottom of the other eye. An earring hung from one ear, the
shape of a metallic blue feather, and snaking up his left bicep was a
magnificent tattoo of an eagle in mid-flight. What looked to be a long, curved
tooth, hung from a string around his neck.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” Jensen deadpanned.
Rosen actually cracked a smile. “I am from here,” he nodded. “But I am not from
here.”
“I’m way too tired for riddles, Rosen.”
The smile widened. “I am from here,” he explained. “Just not from this time.”
Jensen paused for a few beats, waiting for the punch line and paling when it
never came. “So, what?” he shrugged, his voice hoarse. “I’m on some sort of
acid trip where I think I can travel through time or something? Fantastic.
Jared’s mate is a mentally unstable lunatic.”
Rosen frowned. “Do not be foolish, young one,” he flicked his hand
dismissively. “You are not nearly powerful for time travel yet.”
“ Right. No, of course. I’m losing it.”
“Have you learnt nothing from your father, young one?” Rosen’s frustrated words
gave Jensen pause from his panic attack.
“My father died when I was a baby,” he told Rosen softly. Pain crumpled the
other man’s face, grief far more than one would expect from a stranger.
“I apologize, young one,” he stressed ardently. “If I were to know the fate
which awaited you, I might have made better provisions.”
“No one was ‘to know’,” Jensen shook his head. “It was an accident. What do you
mean, make provisions?”
“Come, young one,” Rosen beckoned him. “You were denied the chance to learn of
this from your sire, but I shall try to be an adequate substitute.”
“Learn of what?”
Rosen smiled brilliantly. “Our ancestors.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
“Still not awake, huh?”
Jared lifted his head to meet his brother’s eyes. Jeff stood in the doorway,
hands in his pockets, glancing worriedly at the prone form on the bed. The
Alpha sat up from where he was lying next to Jensen, propping himself against
the headboard but keeping his arms around his mate’s still body.
“It’s been four days, Jeff.” Jared’s voice cracked from lack of use. He hadn’t
felt much like talking to anyone, preferring to sit silently next to his lover,
waiting intently for some sort of- any sort of- reaction. He brushed aside a
lock of Jensen’s hair, sighing cavernously. He ached for the sound of his
mate’s voice, yearned for it in a way he could never describe. He knew his
friends were becoming equally as worried for him as they were for Jensen, but
he was grateful that none of them expected him to be okay. He wasn’t sure he
would be, until Jensen was awake and smiling at him with green eyes sparkling
and molten with love.
“And he’s been through a lot,” Jeff countered gently. “Give him time to
recuperate from that.” Jared opened his mouth to argue but Jeff cut him off at
the knees; “I don’t mean physically, Jare,” he clarified. “I mean emotionally.
He really went through the mill with this one. Crazy Aunt, torture, watching
you nearly die, somehow bringing you back…it’s gotta take one hell of a toll,
and even Jensen has a limit on his strength.”
“I know.” Jared turned his attention back to his mate, one hand absently
finding its way over his heart to feel that reassuring thumpthump that told him
his mate was still with him. “Jeff, what if Jensen sacrificed…something, in
exchange for my life? What if he sacrificed his life, and the wolf blood is all
that’s keeping his heart beating?” Jared’s voice cracked and his body shook,
merely contemplating the possibility. “How else could I have been brought back?
And we both know he would have done it. What if…”
“What if he’s just resting,” Jeff interrupted him once more, “because he went
to Hell and back, twice?”
Jared kept quiet, studying the planes of his mate’s face. Sighing, Jeff took a
few steps closer, sitting on the bottom end of the bed.
“Your hand is over his heart,” Jeff observed quietly. “Can you feel its beat on
your palm?”
Jared nodded wordlessly.
“Can you feel it in sync with your own?”
Still silent, he nodded again.
“Feel his heart beat in tandem with yours, little brother,” Jeff told him
gently. “If something is wrong…if ever, anything is wrong…trust yourself to
know it.”
“I’ll feel it?” Jared felt like the child he once was, seeking reassurance from
a big brother that was always there when the time came needed.
Jeff never disappointed. “You’ll feel it,” he affirmed confidently, coming
around to ruffle Jared’s hair with far more gentle affection than usual. “It’s
the beauty of finding our mates.”
Suddenly feeling a need to be closer, Jared burrowed closer to his mate,
grateful that Jeff knew well enough not to take it as a snub. Chris came into
the room, and the same way he did every time, he glanced hopefully at the bed
and then tried to mask the disappointed drop in his face when he saw there was
no change. Sighing quietly to himself, the long-haired alpha walked over,
pulling at the covers and fussing unnecessarily.
“No change?” Jared glanced up at the question, the same one Chris had been
asking him since he managed to leave Jensen for longer than ten minutes at a
time.
“No change,” came the quiet confirmation. While Chris busied himself with
drawing the curtains shut and switching on the overhead light, Jared pretended
not to notice the light sheen of tears in his eyes.
“I’m going to check on the club for an hour or so,” Kane told him gruffly.
“Freckles would have my ass if I allowed the place to be supervised by Garth
for this long without checking on things.”
Jared felt the barest flickering of a smile coming on, one that almost managed
to curve his lips upwards, but somehow only made it as far as a weak quirk. “No
kidding. Later, man.”
Jeff left with Chris, but a moment later, Kane poked his head through the door
again.
“Jared?”
The Alpha cut his gaze towards the doorway in silent acknowledgement.
“Try talking to him,” Chris suggested quietly. “I heard him tell Soph once,
that the sound of your voice was all he needed to feel like he was coming home,
or to feel safe, or to feel like everything was going to be okay. Maybe that’ll
be all he needs to wake up.”
Chris left without a backwards glance, and maybe that was for the best because
Jared didn’t know what he would’ve said had the other wolf expected any kind of
response.
Jared was by far the more talkative of the two of them, and in retrospect,
Jensen had always seemed content to listen to him ramble on for hours. When he
was most harried, his mate often said that hearing Jared talk to him always
served to calm his frayed nerves. The Alpha wasn’t naïve enough to think that
he would have a fairytale moment and Jensen would magically awaken, but in his
heart, he hoped that at the very least, Jensen might be able to hear him.
Might be able to take some modicum of comfort from the sound of his voice.
“Jen.”
He cleared his throat, his voice still croaky. What was he going to say?
The hand not firmly against Jensen’s heart, found its way absently to soft,
dirty blonde hair. At once, he let go of the tenuous hold he had on his
feelings, allowed all of the overwhelming emotions since finding his mate to
overflow. His eyes stung with tears and his throat ached with the force of his
choked back sobs, but in that moment, he knew what to say.
“Jensen…baby, I love you so much. More than the moon and the stars, in ways I
can never be sure will ever have an adequate description. You hold me together
when I fall apart, and you always watch my blind side. You believe in me. You
make me smile when I hurt so bad I just want to crumble. You make me brave, and
strong, and fierce, and confident. You love me better than I ever knew I could
be loved, and I don’t know that any amount of time with you will ever be enough
for me.”
Sniffing lightly, he pressed a tender kiss to Jensen’s temple. “If you can hear
me right now, Jen, then just know that I love you more than I know how to
describe. You can rest as long as you need, because I’m not going to leave you
for a second.” He chuckled thickly, an empty laugh. “Except maybe to shower,
because I don’t want my reeking pits to be the first thing you notice when you
wake up.” He kissed gently on the corner of his mate’s pouty lips. “Take your
time, my love, mo chroi…just make sure that you do wake up. No matter what.
Just wake up.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“No matter what. Just wake up.”
Jensen didn’t bother fighting back his tears. “I have to go back to him,” he
told Rosen thickly. “He needs me.”
“You need to learn of what happened, of what is to be.”
Jensen cut his gaze to Rosen, who had apparently taken on something on a
mentoring role. A second ago, he’d been intrigued at the man’s proclamation of
learning of his ancestry, but now? Now he just wanted to be back in Jared’s
arms, able to wipe away the Alpha’s tears and tell him how much he loved him.
For the first time, he wondered whether he would even be allowed to.
“Am I allowed…can I go back to him?”
Rosen’s eyes fell on to him, softening at the vulnerability in his tone. “You
love him a great deal, young one.”
Deciding to take the bull by the proverbial horn, Jensen straightened his back,
facing Rosen with steel in his eyes. “I do. I’m not going to let anyone keep me
from going back to him.” Suddenly, an awful idea occurred to him. “Is that the
price for saving him? My life for Jared’s?”
He knew things like that were always too good to be true.
“You would not have paid such a price?” Rosen asked frankly.
“I would make that very same decision every time, in a heartbeat,” Jensen
countered. “But not you, and not even the thing that saved Jared, can keep me
away from him.” He hoped Rosen heard the words he left unspoken; ‘I’d fight the
world to get back to him.’
Rosen smiled brilliantly, undefinable pride radiating off him in waves. “You
are a fierce one!” he chuckled delightedly. “You are a strong warrior, young
one, more so than I had imagined. Stronger than your father, even.”
“How did you know my father?”
“One question at a time.” Rosen grinned indulgently. “There are no prices for
the lives you can save, young one. You will see your reason for existence soon
enough…but there are more pressing matters at the moment.” Rosen sat on the
floor, legs crossed Indian-style, gesturing for Jensen to join him. “As for
your father,” he continued, once Jensen had reluctantly sat on the surprisingly
comfortable floor, “I know him in the same way I know you, young one. I too,
was his spirit guide, although he had an idea of what he was before he met me.”
“What he was? Being….?”
“A descendant of the longest and most powerful line of Shamans to date.” Jensen
nodded slowly, taking this in, processing it.
“Fantastic. Awesome. Terrific. You’re just as crazy as I am. Maybe they’ll give
us a discount if we’re both admitted at the same time. I wonder if they’ll
start us on meds, or if they’ll just go straight to…ow!!” Jensen yelped as
Rosen clobbered him over the back of his head, interrupting him mid-sentence.
His hand flew to rub at the stinging spot and he glared at the man in front of
him, who was staring serenely back without any hint of remorse on his face.
“What the hell was that for, Rosen?” he griped.
“Respect your elders, young one.”
“Elder?” Jensen scoffed. “You can’t be much older than my brother, Josh.
Speaking of which, why do you keep calling me that?”
“I am many moons older than your brother, young one.”
“Yeah, you’re also buckets crazier than I thought, old man.”
Jensen ducked as Rosen’s hand came back to Gibbs smack him, grinning
triumphantly as he missed it.
Rosen smiled in grudging respect. “If I were to refer to you directly, it would
bring suffering to you,” he explained. “It is a wise rule to remember; Shamans
do not ever speak of beings by their regular names, for it will bring
invariable disaster to the ones mentioned.”
“I’ll remember that the next time I call the spirits to my padded white room
for a midnight chat.”
Rosen bristled at his dry tone. “You had no qualms accepting your love’s true
form as an Alpha Were,” he pointed out testily. “Why do you not believe in what
you are?”
“He shifted in front of me!” Jensen defended. “I saw it with my own two eyes!”
“And you did not see your mate at the threshold of Death become revived at your
own hand?”
Fair enough.
Jensen sighed gustily. “You’ve got the wrong person, Rosen,” he mumbled. “I’m
just normal, boring, ordinary Jensen Ackles.”
“No Ackles man has ever been ordinary, young one,” he declared softly. “I
cannot help you if you will not accept your own greatness.”
Was that what his hesitancy was? Was he jaded by his past enough to believe he
was never capable of greatness? Was that why he was so resistant to believe
something that had admittedly happened right in front of him?
Or was it the fear that he would let his entire family line down, if he were to
accept a mantle of greatness without being sure that he was what they needed
him to be?
As if reading his thoughts- which wasn’t completely unlikely at this point-
Rosen gentled his voice. “You can never disappoint me, young one.”
After a moment of quiet deliberation, Jensen forced a nod. “Okay. Where do we
start?”
 
~*Jared*~
 
So beautiful.
The thought played on a loop in Jared’s mind as he traced his mate’s features
with his eyes. It had been just over a day since he’d spoken to Jensen, without
any luck, but Jared could swear a crease in his forehead straightened out. He
had to believe that Jensen could hear him, or he was going to go crazy, and he
hadn’t even passed the one-week mark yet.
Nearing the end of the fifth day, Jared wasn’t entirely surprised when Chris
came into the room looking grim.
“Your father is on his way here.”
Kane sure didn’t mince his words.
Jared sat up, his hand over Jensen’s heart an unconscious gesture by now. “How
long?” he asked shortly.
“Seven minutes, tops.”
Jared swung his legs over the edge of the bed, reluctantly removing his hand
from his mate’s chest. Standing up, he yanked a t-shirt over his bare chest as
he moved around the bed. He dismissed the idea of switching out his sweats for
a pair of jeans, and stalked to the dresser to shove handfuls of the clothes
they’d packed for Jensen, back into his black duffel.
“He wants you to come home and take up your responsibility as future Pack
Alpha,” Chris explained as he crossed the room to draw the curtains, plunging
them into semi-darkness. He stayed there, peering through a crack in the
curtain, acting as a look-out as Jared tenderly pushed one of his hoodies over
Jensen’s head. He didn’t want his mate to get cold.
“We knew he’d do this sooner or later,” Jeff suddenly entered the room. Chris
and Jared’s gazes snapped to the elder Were and he smiled thinly at them. “The
pack is still on your side, Jare,” he aimed his statement at the Alpha heir.
“Even Ellen stuck up for you, but Dad wouldn’t budge.”
Jared just nodded again, but inwardly, he was glad of the support the pack had
given him. Deep inside him, he knew this was the first sign of the transition;
the pack’s loyalty was shifting gradually to him. He was making the change from
future Pack Alpha, to Pack Alpha, and the tides were changing direction. He
always thought he’d be excited when the day came that the pack unconsciously
began to look to him as their Alpha…now, he just knew with unequivocal clarity
that he didn’t want to- couldn’t- undergo the change without Jensen at his
side. He needed his mate.
“Where are you gonna go?” Jeff asked. Jared shook his head even before the
question was fully formed.
“You both need plausible deniability,” he said, his voice gone gruff once more.
“I’ll call tomorrow, tell you where we’re at.”
With that, he lifted Jensen into his arms with utmost care. Chris wordlessly
hoisted the duffel on to his shoulder and Jeff grabbed the keys to the truck,
moving ahead to open the doors for him. Concern thrummed through him
momentarily, and he stalled, glancing at Jeff and Chris.
“Don’t think about it, little brother.” Jeff’s shrewd eyes pinned him in place.
“You’re not abandoning us to deal with Dad. We’re dealing with him because we
want you and Jensen to be out of his reach until Jensen’s back to firing on all
cylinders.”
“I don’t want him around added tension,” Chris added, jerking his head at
Jensen. “I’d take dealing with your dad over impairing his recovery.”
“Ditto.” Jeff smiled at the shock and confusion in Jared’s eyes. “I may not
have known him very long,” Jeff allowed, “but he stood up for you to dad, he
doesn’t look at any of us differently for being Were, and he saved your life.
Suffice to say, Jensen Ackles more than has a place in my family.”
Jared nodded; he really wasn’t even surprised anymore, at the way his mate
could win people over without trying. He drove as carefully as he could with
his precious cargo, only relaxing once they reached the open stretch of road
that led to the little house his grandfather had left him. Thankfully, he’d had
the foresight to begin cleaning the place out the day after he first took
Jensen there. Initially, he had planned on making his mom teach him how to cook
something simple, and then whisking Jen to the house on his birthday to cook
for him. He couldn’t deny that he was disappointed; the first time they were in
the house should not have been because Jensen was hurt and comatose, and they
were evading his father; but he would be lying if he said that he wouldn’t
appreciate the time alone. Spooning his mate close to him and blocking out the
rest of the world was a welcome idea.
Once they got there, Jared first bundled Jensen into his arms and carried him
inside, ever so gently laying him on the recently dressed king-sized bed in the
master bedroom. He was glad that he’d aired the place out a few days ago,
because opening a window now would be inviting a cold to find Jensen. He took
his time tucking his mate in before bringing in their duffels and locking the
doors. In his haste to get back to his lover, Jared didn’t bother to unpack,
leaving the bags at the door and lifting his t-shirt above his head in a smooth
motion and cuddling up to his mate. He pressed his hand against Jensen’s heart
and matched their breathing, soothing his tense muscles. He pulled Jensen
closer, keeping up their synchronized breathing, and gently caressing the
exposed skin at Jensen’s hip. It was only a few minutes before he fell asleep.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
He felt like his head was about to explode, with everything Rosen had dropped
on him.
“So,” he started to clarify, “you’re telling me that every time I’ve heard my
loved ones’, that it wasn’t actually flashbacks, but their spirits talking to
me?”
“Yes.” Came the patient reply.
“And the voice that told me to fight for Jared, that was my dad?”
“So it would seem.”
“And they’re always around me, I just need to learn how to hone my abilities?”
“Indeed.”
“And with their help, I can heal other people like I did for Jared?”
“Precisely.”
“But I can’t heal myself?”
“No, you cannot.”
Jensen huffed a breath. “That makes next to no sense.”
Rosen simply smiled serenely at him, content to wait until Jensen ordered his
thoughts once more.
“And I have a spirit animal?” Jensen double-checked, and Rosen nodded with a
pleased smile. “An animal that is a manifestation of my soul, and one that will
guide and protect me at any given time? And I would be able to shift into this
animal if I were to heal someone?”
“Yes, yes, and no.” The man leaned forward to elaborate. “You have a spirit
animal, yes, and he will protect you, yes, but the blood line has been
saturated for centuries. Had your bloodline been slightly stronger, then you
may have been able to shift forms physically, but that is not the case.”
Jensen nodded thoughtfully. “What’s my spirit animal?”
Rosen’s smile turned sly. “I thought you would know that without asking.”
Turned out, once he thought about it, he did. “It’s a wolf, isn’t it?” he
grinned, warmth flooding his chest. Rosen nodded and he blushed lightly.
Without warning, a projection of a hazel brown wolf appeared in front of him,
nudging him gently. Thought it seemed more astral than real, he could feel
every touch, could feel the protectiveness the wolf radiated. Not that he was
surprised; he would recognize his spirit wolf anywhere in the world.
Jared really was a part of his soul.
Speaking of…
“I need to get back to him,” Jensen reminded his spirit guide. The man nodded.
“I know, young one. There is little else I can teach you; the reach of your
power will be in your hands now.” Rosen grasped his shoulders. “Good luck,
young one.”
“One more thing,” Jensen held his hand over one of his mentor’s, stalling him.
He felt the tug of the real world in the pit of his belly, and he knew he had
precious few seconds. “Who are you?”
Rosen smiled affectionately. “I am among the first of the Ackles’ descendants,
young one,” he said, his voice getting softer the farther away Jensen was being
pulled. “I am your grandfather of hundreds of grandfathers between us.”
Jensen started, wondering why he hadn’t seen the uncanny resemblance before.
His great-great-great-who know how many more great’s- grandfather…
…and then he was falling.
Really, he thought it would be more of a spectacle to wake up after falling so
long into nothing but white. In actuality, his eyes just popped open, met with
the darkness of an unfamiliar bedroom. He let out a shaky breath, casting his
eyes around the room as he tried to adjust to the darkness. He realized quickly
that Jared was plastered to his back, one hand above his heart and the other at
his hip, and it was the familiar feeling that made his muscles uncoil. He
relished in every puff of breath that hit his neck, that proved to him that his
lover was alive, and well, and next to him.
And waiting for him.
Normally, Jensen might have given Jared the time to sleep, but he needed to
feel the Alpha all around him at that moment. Turning in the strong arms that
enveloped him, he reached up to brush hair away from Jared’s face. He pressed
his lips once, twice, three times against Jared’s, watching as each kiss
brought his mate closer to reality.
Closer to him.
“Jared?”
 
~*Jared*~
 
He heard the soft whisper of his name, and he pressed his eyes closed even
tighter. He didn’t want to wake up; he was in some dream world where Jensen was
awake and smiling and kissing him, and damn it, Jared didn’t want to wake up
and face the reality that was his mate’s too-still form.
“Jay, wake up…”
He frowned mutinously; why did Jensen want him to wake up? They were together
in whatever reality this was. He would gladly sleep forever if it meant he
could stay with Jensen.
Soft lips pressed against his once more, feeling more tangible. Did this mean
he was falling back to sleep? A contented hum escaped him at the small victory.
But then…
“Ouch!” Jared’s eyes flew open of their own volition, as he was startled into
consciousness by a punch to the shoulder. His hand came up automatically to rub
at the spot, and he pouted at his mate, who was glaring at him with narrowed
green eyes.
Narrowed, green, very much open eyes.
His lips parted on a gasp. “Baby?”
Jensen ignored his gasp. “What in all hell were you thinking, Jared Tristan
Padalecki?!” he all but growled. “You could have died! You DID die! You…you
were…and I…”
But Jared wasn’t paying attention to a single word leaving those sinful lips,
because all he could fathom at that moment was that his mate was finally awake.
“You’re awake,” he whispered, as if he didn’t dare to believe it. Jensen
stopped mid-rant as Jared hesitantly touched his face. “You’re awake, you’re
here…you’re…okay…”
“I’m okay,” Jensen nodded. The words were spoken softly. “We’re both okay.”
And really, that was as far as Jared could manage before the dam fucking
shattered.
He was on top of his mate in a second, desperate hands trying to touch
everywhere at once while equally urgent lips sought their home. Their kiss was
brutal and hurried, and if not the punch, then the way Jensen was clutching him
and mewling would definitely have convinced him that he was awake.
Jared bit unforgivingly at his mate’s lips, never crossing the line into actual
pain, even in his crazed and lustful state mindful of hurting his lover. His
hands ripped their clothes off, and he’d be lying if he said the tearing cloth
and flying buttons had even remotely drifted into his awareness. Quite frankly,
all he could register was the feel of his mate underneath him, responsive,
loving, beautiful, and awake. So very, incredibly, blessedly awake.
Jared’s mouth drifted from his mate’s bruised ones, and he trailed a path down
Jensen’s throat, biting and suckling and devouring the skin until his mark was
etched firmly into Jen’s pale skin. For his part, Jensen simply writhed
underneath him, body arching towards Jared’s as though they were magnetized. A
constant stream of needy moans slipped from his mouth, unintelligible even as
Jared understood them perfectly. He heard every “Oh God” and “Please Jay” and
“I love you so much” and “don’t leave me” in Jensen’s whimpers, heard them
because he was saying the same thing every time he groaned or gasped.
He ground down slowly, reveling in the low keen it tore from Jensen’s mouth.
His desperation abated ever so slightly as he took in the sight of Jensen; back
curved off the bed, long column of his marked-up throat bared in submission,
and head thrown back in pleasure. His eyes were closed, long lashes brushing
against freckled cheeks, and the absence of those mesmerizing green eyes made
the anxiety return, his belly flip-flopping.
He nudged the stretch of exposed throat with his nose. “Open your eyes,” he
demanded roughly, a counterpoint to his gentle nuzzling. “I need to see your
eyes.”
Stunning green orbs snapped open and almost instantly, Jared’s tension eased.
Locking their heated gazes, Jared ran his hand, deliberately slow and firm,
down Jensen’s body, stopping just short of his tented boxers.
His mate wasn’t any more patient than he was, it seemed, because for the first
time, Jensen didn’t let Jared have the upper hand. Instead, he thrust his hips
upwards, dragging his boxer shorts covered cock slowly over Jared’s. A growl
escaped the Alpha’s mouth, and he pinned Jensen down with his own hips, rutting
against him teasingly for a few beats and downright relishing the whimpers his
mate let out.
“Damn it, Jen,” he gasped out. “I missed you so fucking much, baby boy, I
missed you, I missed you…”
“I missed you too, Jay,” Jensen breathed, eyes wide and equal parts loving and
lustful. “So much. I need you inside me, need to feel you all over me…” Jensen
shook his head mindlessly, pleading. “Please Jay, I need…need you…”
“Shh, baby boy, I got you,” he crooned automatically, hands already tearing
past the final barrier between them. They both groaned as they finally
connected, skin to skin. The feel of Jensen’s hard, hot member against his own
threatened to pop his knot right then, and Jared knew that soft and gentle was
out of the question tonight.
Tonight was about claiming what he had come so fucking close to losing forever.
Without warning, he gripped Jensen’s cock and jerked him roughly, making him
cry out and grab on to Jared like he was a lifebuoy. “That’s it, baby boy,” he
mumbled encouragingly before pressing a hard kiss to Jen’s lips, never
faltering as he stripped Jensen’s cock. “So perfect, so amazing…let go, Jen,
let go baby.”
Maybe it was because they were so hungry for each other, or maybe it was
because their connection had almost never been this clear, but only a few
moments later, Jensen exploded over his hand.
It was damn near the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
“You’d better not be done with me, Padalecki,” Jensen gasped, green eyes
glinting mischievously as he rolled his hips teasingly. Jared growled, biting
down on Jensen’s shoulder before grinning wolfishly down at him.
“Baby, I’m just barely getting started.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
He might have actually whimpered at the statement.
His every nerve ending was on overload, raw and sensitive, his body reacting to
the lightest of his lover’s touches, singing at the slightest hint of
attention. If he wasn’t so desperate to feel connected to the love of his life,
he might have been embarrassed at the way he’d been pushing and pressing
against Jared.
It was definitely worth it though, for the cracks that were showing in Jared’s
control.
Leaning forward, Jared latched his mouth on to Jensen’s nipple, suckling it
roughly. His hand was still languidly stroking Jensen’s dick, and a moment too
late, he realized that Jared was slicking his hand up with his come as a
substitute for lube.
He moaned like a fucking porn star as Jared pressed two fingers into his
waiting hole, hips jerking involuntarily at the incredibly erotic feelings
Jared was eliciting in him. It was far dirtier, and far more of a turn-on than
he cared admitting, Jared using his own come as lube, but if his breathless
gasping wasn’t indicator enough, his spent cock twitching once more would
definitely have been.
“Fuck, Jared, yes,” he keened mindlessly as his Alpha added a third finger,
brushing up against his prostate in just the most sublime way. “Fuck me, Jay…”
“Soon, baby boy,” he promised, finger-fucking him relentlessly. He went back to
torturing Jensen’s nipples, adding a fourth finger now. The burn was more
pronounced this time, but Jensen craved the sting, because at that moment, it
meant that he was with his mate, his Jared, and they were both alive and well.
Despite this, it seemed that Jared could no more hurt him than he could grow an
extra limb. He slowed his strokes, allowing Jensen a minute to adjust and
murmuring soothing words under his breath as he did. Jensen couldn’t complain;
the sound of Jared’s voice and the feel of his weight on top of him, made him
content in a way he hadn’t been in a while.
“Need you, baby boy,” Jared groaned, dropping his head to rest briefly in the
crook of Jensen’s neck. Harsh breaths hit his sweaty skin, making Jensen shiver
delightfully. “Gotta be inside you.”
“Do it, Jay,” he practically begged, pushing himself down on Jared’s fingers in
encouragement. “Please, I fucking need you.”
Predictably, his begging hit a button inside his admittedly dominant mate, and
Jared shoved into him with a fluid thrust. Jensen screamed in pleasure and
pain, and Jared shushed him apologetically. Tugging lightly on the Alpha’s
hair, Jensen managed a wan smile.
“I’m okay,” he reassured. “More than. I need to feel you, it makes this real,
as opposed to wishing so hard it would be.” He felt ridiculous as tears built
behind his eyes, feeling even worse when one fell and Jared’s face adopted a
stricken expression.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” Jared started, licking the tear drop off his cheek. Jensen
shook his head vehemently as more tears forced their way past his eyelashes.
“Not hurt,” he choked out. “Just…I almost lost you, Jared.” It finally hit
home, and Jensen felt like his chest was about to explode with relief. “I
almost lost you forever.”
“Hey, hey, hey…” Jared leaned down, nuzzling his cheek and pressing small
kisses wherever he could. “I’m here, love…I’m not going to leave you, just like
you can’t leave me like that ever again.” Hazel eyes glinted with the tears
that Jared was now shedding too. “We’re here together, and I’m going to fight
tooth and nail to stay here.”
“Me too,” he nodded thickly. He thought back to his willingness to take on the
whole Shaman world if they tried to keep him away from Jared. “I’d fight
Heaven, Hell and everyone in between so I can get to you.”
Instead of answering, Jared rolled his hips gently, making Jensen moan at the
full sensation. His lover created a slow rhythm, driving Jensen out of his mind
with each slow drag of Jared’s hot shaft against his tender rim. The pain
dulled completely, and all that was left was mind-numbing pleasure.
Jared’s languid pace was making him crazy, and it was torture when the Alpha
reached his hand between them and began stroking Jensen’s half-hard cock,
coaxing him to full hardness until he was ready to scream at the overload of
sensations. He forced himself by sheer will to keep his eyes opened, and Jared
never left his gaze for too long. It was a level of connection and intimacy
that only compounded to their raging desire.
He bucked wildly when Jared thumbed the head of his cock, teasing the slit
mercilessly. “Fuck, Jared…” he cried out helplessly, his throat bared once more
in unequivocal submission. Breathy gasps were wrenched from his mouth with each
thrust as Jared nailed his prostate over and over. When Jared’s knot began to
stretch him even further, he quickly decided that Jared was going to kill him
with his teasing pace, and he resolved to resort to desperate measures.
The only thing that would get Jared to move faster.
He locked his hungry eyes with Jared’s. “Please fuck me,” he outright pleaded,
tightening his grip on Jared’s shoulders. “Please, Alpha. Fuck me. Claim me.”
The title shattered the last of Jared’s control. His lover began pounding into
him, punched out gasps from Jensen and grunts from Jared filling the otherwise
still air.
“Mine,” Jared growled possessively, biting down the column of his throat.
Jensen simply moaned in affirmation. “You’re mine, only mine. Mine to touch.
Mine to hold. Mine to please.”
“Fuck, yes, Alpha,” he agreed easily, trying to meet Jared’s pistoning hips
with his own upwards thrusts and keening when Jared’s huge knot finally pushed
into his tender hole. “Right there,” he whimpered, seeing stars as Jared’s knot
pressed firmly against his prostate. He threw his head back in abandon,
pleasure searing through his veins in ways he barely knew how to handle.
“That’s it, baby boy,” Jared rumbled approvingly as Jensen lifted his hips in
time with Jared’s thrusts, ensuring that they were never disconnected. “Just
like that.”
They only lasted a few more thrusts before Jensen came with a scream, covering
their already sweat-slicked bodies with ropes of come. His ass clenching around
Jared was enough to make the Alpha explode too, and he did so while biting
possessively into Jensen’s neck, marking him in just the same way that his come
painting Jensen’s insides did.
Jared collapsed on to him, breathing heavily, and Jensen relished in the warmth
and weight of his mate. Mustering the last of his energy, he brought his hand
up to tangle in Jared’s locks, unconsciously soothing. After a minute, Jared
yanked out one of their sheets, cleaning Jensen off with it before throwing it
to the floor next to the bed. He flipped them around and Jensen moaned at the
tug on his rim from Jared’s knot. Shushing him tenderly, Jared spooned him from
behind, his back snug against Jared’s chest, and Jensen instantly relaxed in
the protective embrace.
“Don’t you dare make me come so close to losing you again,” he mumbled, his
words slurring in his tiredness.
“Never, love,” Jared promised. “As long as you stop getting yourself into these
dangerous situations.”
Jensen hummed as Jared pressed his lips against the nape of his neck. “Sounds
like a plan.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
“A shaman descendant?” Jared repeated, testing out the feel of the words on his
tongue. They hadn’t slept for very long, which frankly, he was glad for, and
they were spooned close together as Jensen explained his time with Rosen in
whatever white world he was in.
“I know, it sounds crazy,” Jensen winced almost imperceptibly and Jared ran a
soothing hand down his mate’s flank.
“Not really,” he comforted, nuzzling at the pale skin of his neck. “It would
explain how you healed me.” He pressed a playful kiss to the spot beneath
Jensen’s ear. “I always knew there was something special about you,” he teased.
“I just thought it might have been your ass.”
“Shut up, Jay,” Jensen griped with no real heat. Jared rocked into
aforementioned ass, where they were still knotted, and he grinned when his mate
blushed fiercely. “Although,” Jensen added after a beat, “I do have a fucking
awesome ass.”
Jared laughed, for the first time in a week or so. “That you do, baby boy.”
They lazed for a moment in comfortable silence, before Jensen craned his head
to look at him.
“Rosen said I had to practice my power in order to use it,” he said in a small
voice.
Jared nudged at his mate’s temple with his nose. “Do you want to?” he asked, in
what he hoped was an even tone.
Biting his lip, Jensen nodded slowly. “Yes, I do.” His mate looked worried
about his reaction, and Jared was quick to reassure him with a bright smile. He
pressed a kiss to Jen’s lips and licked playfully at the bottom of his jaw.
“Good,” he nodded happily. “It takes a lot of courage to explore something this
big, but it’s a huge part of you. I’m so proud of you for not shying away from
it.”
Jensen flushed, but a pleased look entered his eyes. “There’s something else,”
he added, a soft smile coming on to his face as he peered up at Jared from
underneath his lashes. “I have a spirit animal that supposedly protects me.
It’s an animal manifestation of my soul.” His mate bit his lip shyly. “My
spirit animal is your wolf.”
“My…my wolf?” Jared repeated disbelievingly, incredible warmth flooding his
chest like a nuclear reaction. “Your spirit animal is my wolf?”
Jensen nodded. “Yes. You’re the purest and best part of me, Jay,” he repeated
the words he had said to the other wolf. “How could it have been anything
else?”
Jared kissed him hungrily, unable to find the words that would describe what
Jensen meant to him. It seemed his mate understood, as always, and returned his
kiss with equal fervor.
“Your turn,” Jensen spoke breathlessly once they broke apart. “What happened
while I was unconscious? How long was I out?”
Jared’s chest pinched painfully. “Longest five days of my life,” he whispered
roughly. Green eyes softened in compassion and Jared relented as his mate took
his hand, twining their fingers and bringing them to rest over his heart. The
faster beating against his palm reassured him in the same way it did before,
and Jared let out a ragged breath. “You were so still, baby,” he whispered,
allowing his anguish to leak into his voice. “I didn’t leave you, save for five
minute showers, and it took a couple days before Chris could let you out of his
sight for more than a few minutes.”
“He’s not mad at me? For my aunt, and what she did?” Jensen asked worriedly.
Jared shook his head. “Not even a little bit,” he assured him, feeling Jensen’s
muscles uncoil underneath him. “All he could think about was not letting them
take the last person in his family away from him.”
“Jay…” Jensen’s voice was hesitant. “I found out more. Katherine let something
slip about Chris and his family.” His mate sought his eyes. “Did you know
Chris’ mom was a human?”
Jared’s eyes widened, realization slamming into him. “That’s why they attacked
them?” he asked, even though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.
“I guess you didn’t know,” Jensen commented with an affirmative nod. “Jay…” he
bit his lip tentatively. “Your dad knew.”
Jared’s heart stuttered as several things fell into place for him. “He exiled
them from packlands,” he breathed in horror at the revelation. “That’s why
Chris lives off the official grounds.”
His mate nodded, sympathy rolling off him in waves. “That’s what it seems
like,” he mumbled.
“And that’s why he disapproves of us too?”
Jensen winced. “I think so. He doesn’t want the same fate to reach you.”
More important that the epiphany of what a cold-hearted bastard his father had
been, was the overwhelming certainty that his mate was afraid of that happening
too. “I’m never going to let anyone do that to us,” he vowed fiercely, trying
to stop his mate from thinking that they were safer apart. “Not to us, and not
to anyone else. I promise, Jen.”
“I know,” came the soft nod. Jensen brought their intertwined hands to his lips
for a brief kiss. “Don’t worry. I’ll admit that I thought about you being
better off without me, but I promised you before; I’m not ever going to leave
you, not unless you ask me to.”
Jared relaxed, sensing that his mate would never break that promise to him.
“When are you going to tell Chris?”
“Soon,” Jensen answered firmly. “I don’t want to hurt him, but keeping this
from him would just do more harm than good.” He sighed, snuggling closer to
Jared. “Is it over, Jay?” he asked, vulnerability creeping into his voice.
Jared thought about Katherine, bound in silver shackles in Jim Beaver’s
basement, awaiting her fate to be decided by the nephew she had tried to kill
out of insane grief. He thought about his father, who had unwittingly lent a
proverbial hand in the Kane massacre, and who was determined to separate him
from his mate. He thought about the Morgan Pack, and the dispute between Chris
and Sophia’s mating. He thought about Jensen’s ex, and the bruises that had
stopped appearing on his mate, without any indication of who had put them there
in the first place.
But then he thought about the love of his life, lying in his arms, snuggled
warm and close and on the brink of sleep. He thought about their connection,
which had never been stronger, and about the undying certainty that they’d
fight against all the worlds to be with one another.
And his answer was simple.
“It’s over for now, love,” he breathed, burying his face in Jensen’s neck.
“I’ve got you, and I’ll keep you safe. Sleep, baby…I’ve got you.”
They could handle the world tomorrow. Because right then and there, they were
together, and for now, that was all that mattered.
“I love you more than the moon and the stars, baby.”
“I love you too, Jay. Forever and always.”
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~*Jared*~
 
The corridor was murky black, a seemingly endless stretch of expansive darkness
in front of him. He ran blindly, but his limbs felt like they were encased in
lead, and though he could hardly see his paw on the ground in front of him,
somehow he knew that he was making little to no progress down the impossibly
long hallway.
“JARED!”
His heart beat double time at the scream of his beloved mate. He tried to shout
an assurance, tried to tell Jensen that he was coming for him, but his throat
was tied in knots. All that emerged from his lips was an almost soundless
croak.
“JARED!”
Tears of desperation filled his eyes and his breaths became pants as he pushed
himself closer to the agonized voice. Every terrified yelp and every tortured
scream ripped a new scar into his heart, and Jared thought he might collapse
from the pain.
But it was nothing compared to the pain that came, when the screaming abruptly
stopped.
A sense of dread filled him, and somehow, he broke from his leaden-legged
prison. He slammed into the now-familiar door, and it sprang open to reveal his
worst nightmare.
The stench of fear and pain and death assaulted his sensitive nose. Jensen was
strung up from the ceiling in front of him, hanging limply, blood flowing in
small rivulets down his once-perfect body. Not an inch of the pale skin he
loved so much was left unbruised, and cold, unstaring green eyes met his, the
deadness in them a mockery of the liveliness that was usually present in his
mate’s expressive emerald orbs.
His limbs gave out underneath him as a howl was ripped from his teeth. The
sound was filled with a curse and a plea; a desperate plea to be answered by
his mate, and the curse that came knowing that an answer was not forthcoming.
Before he could blink, Katherine was next to Jensen, running a mocking finger
down his cheek. Mindless rage incited in his veins, but when he tried to lunge
at her, he found himself stuck fast to the ground. She cackled, and patted his
mate’s face none too gently.
“He is mine now,” she crowed, seeming to delight in his torment and fury. “He
gave his life to save your own…he belongs right here with me now.” She smirked.
“Is it not ironic that you killed me, only for your precious little whore to be
sent to the very same fate? To the very same Hell?”
“No!” Jared snarled helplessly. “You’re lying!”
“It’s over, son.”
Jared started as his father suddenly materialized next to him. Malignance shone
from his eyes, and for the first time, Jared didn’t recognize the man he called
his father.
“It’s over,” Gerald Padalecki repeated. “He’s finally dead. I’ve finally
managed to put the incompetent and nosey little brat exactly where he belongs;
in a hole in the ground.”
“Dad…” Jared’s voice broke on a sob, shaking his head in disbelief. “Tell me
you didn’t…”
“He did.” Jared’s head snapped up as Jensen’s voice echoed in the cloying
darkness. His mate’s corpse stayed motionless, but it was no denying that the
voice was his. “He killed me, Jared,” the cold and accusing voice rang out. “He
killed me, and you just sat back and let him do it! You let him torture and
kill your own mate because you weren’t strong enough to stand up to him!”
“No!” Jared sobbed, choking. “No, baby, please…”
“It’s all your fault!”
“No, please, no!"
"Murderers!"
"No…Jensen! JEN…”
“…SEN!!!”
Jared jerked violently in bed as his mate’s name left his lips in a shout.
Instantly, warm arms were around him, pulling him into a solid torso. Hands
began caressing his hair, and a whiskey-smooth voice was murmuring
nonsensically into his ears.
“It’s okay, Jay, it’s all over now. It’s okay. We’re okay. We’re both here,
both safe. We’re good, babe, we’re fine…”
Jared clung to his beloved Jensen, soundless sobs racking his frame. A small
voice in the back of his mind told him that he had to be the strong one, told
him that Jensen had gone through just as much hell in the past few days as he
had…but at that moment, all that was keeping Jared sane, were the arms that
were tightly wrapped around him.
Somehow sensing that the words weren’t making much of a difference, his mate
changed his approach. Jensen began humming slowly under his breath, a low-
pitched melody that sparked recognition in Jared’s mind.
I’ll Be Your Crying Shoulder.
Jared’s mind flashed back to the night he’d first heard this song. It was a
normal night at the club, and he had been waiting for Jensen to get off so he
could drive his mate home. A DJ was scheduled for the rest of the night and
Jen’s newest hire meant that he could go home earlier than normal, so they’d
decided to stay a while since the whole gang from school was there too. It was
the first time Jared had gotten to enjoy the club with his boyfriend, while Jen
wasn’t working, and he’d pulled him to dance when the DJ changed the song to
Edwin McCain’s Crying Shoulder.
That moment, holding Jensen in his arms, everything had suspended in time.
Nothing mattered because he had his entire world in his arms. Looking down into
Jensen’s emerald eyes, he had known that the man felt the same, and that
precious stitch of time had been just theirs, untainted by anything or anyone
else.
Now, as he heard the familiar tune, he relaxed in his mate’s arms, allowing
himself to remember that moment and bask in the reality that he still had the
love of his life. Nightmares couldn’t take away from the fact that they were
here and together, and this time, he was secure in the knowledge that his dream
was not prophetic, rather just a product of their traumatic past few days.
His voice deep and smooth, Jensen began singing to him, and for all its beauty,
Jared couldn’t find it in himself to feel anything but intense love.
“And rain falls, angry on the tin roof,
As we lie awake in our bed.
You’re my survival.
You’re my living proof.
My love is alive, not dead.
So tell me, that we belong together.
Dress it up, in the trappings of love,
I’ll be captivated. I’ll hang from your lips,
instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above.”
Jensen tensed almost imperceptibly, and Jared sensed the significance in what
his mate was about to sing.
“You know I’ve dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead.”
Jared’s breath caught in his throat, and Jensen tenderly brushed a lock of his
hair back. The Alpha’s chest was on fire, and if he had ever thought that he
couldn’t love his mate more, he had been sorely mistaken.
“I’ve tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said.”
Jensen brought his head forward, resting his forehead on Jared’s.
"And I’ll be your crying shoulder…
I’ll be the greatest fan of your life.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
The last bit of fear in Jared’s hazel eyes disappeared along with the last note
of the song. A part of Jensen was worried that his Alpha mate would berate him
for resorting to childish singing, but it was the only thing he could think of
that would remind Jared of happier, serene times. The sex had cured their
desperation and reinforced their raging love, but Jensen knew from experience
that only tenderness would temper the fear.
All the same, he was relieved when all Jared did was hug him closer and nuzzle
peacefully into the nape of his neck.
“I’m not half the man I am- not half the Alpha I am- without you. You know
that?”
Tears made his eyes burn, and he nestled into the crook between his lover’s
shoulder and neck. “What the hell did I do to deserve you, Jared Padalecki?” he
asked, his voice a low murmur. He placed his hand in Jared’s, turning his face
to kiss the sensitive skin of his neck. “I know that you think otherwise, but
you should know…Jay, you save my life every single day. Every time you look at
me, touch me, hug me, tell me you love me…you’re fixing the parts of me that I
once thought would be broken forever.” He peeked up at his lover, who was
looking at him with an unfathomable amount of love in his hazel eyes. “You gave
me something that I never thought I would have again, not in this lifetime.”
Jared kissed him slowly, sensually, sitting up as he took back control of their
embrace. “What’s that?” he asked, without lifting his lips from Jensen’s.
“Something to fight for. Someone to come back home to.”
Jared turned in a sudden motion, pinning him to the bed and ravishing his mouth
like he was a dying man, and Jensen was his cure. The Alpha nipped demandingly
at his bottom lip, licking into his mouth when Jensen moaned in submission.
Hands travelled leisurely, this exploration less about reclaiming and more
about affirmation of the second chance they were given by Jensen’s mysterious
lineage and abilities.
“I’m sorry,” the Alpha apologized huskily once they broke apart. “The last
thing you need is to deal with my nightmares on top of your own.”
Jensen responded by gently flicking Jared’s ear in reproach. “You’ve comforted
me after more nightmares than I can count,” he chided. “Why can’t I be the one
to comfort you for once?”
Jared scrunched up his face in contemplation. “I’m an Alpha,” he said
plaintively, as though this was his justification for everything, which in a
way, it was. “I’m not supposed to get scared of something that’s just in my
head. I’m supposed to be some kind of fearless leader.”
“Bullshit,” Jen snorted indelicately. “A great leader is one who is terrified,
but who forges on anyway, because the lives that rest on his or her shoulders
are of far greater importance than the fear that overwhelms.” He waited a beat
as Jared took that in. “Feeling the fear and doing it anyway. That’s what makes
you the fearless leader that you already are.”
His lover played idly with his hands as he chewed on the words. Jensen let his
eyes analyze the Alpha’s features while he waited; taking in the strong cut
jaw, the hazel eyes, the smooth, silken hair. Committing to memory the small
bump on his nose, the long eyelashes, the soft lips. Reveling in the perfection
that the angels had somehow seen fit to grace him with.
He would never tire of looking at the tall Alpha, and it always amused him that
Jared never noticed the staring. At first, he thought that his boyfriend was
sparing him the embarrassment of being caught. Then after a long while, he
realized that his mate was simply oblivious to his observation, being that he
was frequently staring at Jensen himself.
“Jen?” the softly murmured address brought him back from his thoughts.
“Mm?”
“Can I…can I ask you smething?” Jared mumbled hesitantly. Hearing the
uncertainty in his lover’s voice, Jensen knew it was something very important
to the Alpha, and to their relationship. Jared rarely expressed the doubts he
had about them, mostly because he had very few, but he always got self-
conscious when he did. So Jensen did the only thing he knew would make it
easier.
He shimmied down the bed until he was level with Jared’s chest, then he turned
and snuggled back in his Alpha. Jared automatically spooned him, relaxing
visibly with the intimate embrace that, ironically enough, kept them from
seeing each other’s faces. Jared was always more receptive under the cover of
night, and only once his lover mellowed out, did Jensen consent.
“Anything. You can ask me anything, Jay.”
Jared toyed with Jensen’s hands as he took a moment to phrase his enquiry in
his head. “Do you blame me?” he asked in a small voice. “For not standing up to
my dad for you? Do you think that makes me weak?”
“No,” Jensen answered without any hesitation. “Jared, Eric is my foster father.
We’re not biologically related, but I love him like we are. Over the past
decade, he’s been nothing close to a father for me, but even with everything he
puts me through…” Jensen shivered slightly, breaking off, because really, Jared
didn’t know half the truth in that statement. “No matter what happened,” he
finally continued, after a few soothing caresses from his Alpha, “I couldn’t,
and still can’t desert him or write him off. He was my father, my best friend
and my hero for a long time, and that perception of a person doesn’t go away
with a few isolated incidents. That kind of love sometimes never goes away, the
love between a kid and their parents is one of the most important forces in the
world. So no,” he concluded, bringing the back of Jared’s hand briefly to his
lips. “I don’t blame you at all, and I don’t think it makes you weak either. It
just makes you a good son. A loving son.”
Jared kissed his neck in response. “I feel like I’m letting you down,” he
confessed roughly. “Like I’m not protecting you because I’m afraid that
standing up to my father will mean choosing between you both.”
“What if we can work it…”
“No,” his lover cut him off, “that’s exactly how I see things panning out,
every time I think about it. My dad is as stubborn as they come. I would always
choose you,” Jared quietly affirmed, “but the scared little kid inside me
doesn’t want to lose his dad. His role model. His first hero.”
“You’re not going to.” Determination filled Jensen. “We’ll work this out. Just
like we work everything else out.”
“You really think we can?”
He nodded emphatically, wanting to chase away all the doubts he heard in
Jared's tone. “I think that love is a powerful thing. The compromises we make
in its name often surprise us.” Jensen waited a moment before venturing a
guess. “That’s what your nightmare was about, wasn’t it?” His voice was gentle
and shrewd.
Jared hummed with a nod as the vibrations through his chest buzzed against
Jensen’s back. “He killed you,” he revealed morosely. “You blamed me.”
His heart throbbed painfully at the anguish in Jared’s voice. For years, Jensen
had dealt with his own demons and his own terrors, but soothing someone else’s
nightmares? That wasn’t something he did very often, if at all. Uncertainty
churned inside him- the one thing he knew would make Jared feel better, was
something he’d never intended on telling Jared- but the need to comfort his
mate overrode all his insecurities.
Gripping Jared’s hands tight in his, Jensen murmured, “When we first started
going out, I had nightmares almost every day about Adam showing up and hurting
you. Killing you. I woke up in a cold sweat, my face soaked with tears,
wondering why the hell I was stuck in place, why the hell I didn’t save you
from him.” Jared squeezed him closer, and he couldn’t help smiling at the
gesture. “It took me a lot of sleepless nights, and a lot of helpless rage, but
I finally realized that the thing keeping me from reacting, was the fear. That
very same, all-consuming fear that didn’t allow me to defend myself when he was
smashing his boot repeatedly into my ribs and legs and the side of my head.
That kind of terror…it’s fucking potent, Jay. But that’s not my point,” Jen
shook his head, feeling his hair brush inadvertently against Jared’s clavicle.
“My point is that love has always been a stronger emotion than fear. Why should
it be any different in our dreams, in our nightmares? Your subconscious is only
being tortured because you don’t have the benefit of hating one party. You love
me, and you love your dad, rightfully so. It sucks out loud that the love you
give so freely, is what’s giving you nightmares, but Jay…I don’t want you to
think on it, okay? You, your dad, and I will find a way around this, because
conveniently enough, your dad loves you too much to hurt you like that. And I
kinda like you too,” he added, grinning cheekily to himself, feeling Jared’s
chuckle against his back. It was a welcome sound, second only to the feeling of
Jared’s kiss on the nape of his neck as the tension slowly eased from the
Alpha.
“How is it that you always know exactly what to say?” Jared husked, drawing
shapes absently along the planes of Jensen’s stomach. “Always know exactly what
I need, when I need it?”
“You make it easy on me,” Jensen answered without thinking. “You never ask
anything of me that I can’t give you.” He hadn’t given it thought before, but
the degree of truth in that statement shocked him. “Makes me want to give you
everything in the world, and then some.”
“You do,” Jared breathed, nestling in the crook of Jensen’s neck. “Just by
loving me, you do.”
Jensen sighed in contentment. “Then it’s a good thing I plan on loving you for
an eternity.”
###
“Remember how you said you planned on loving me for an eternity?!” Jared
blurted out breathlessly as he ducked another pillow flying towards his head.
He sprinted out the door, a half-dressed Jensen hot on his heels.
“You told my brother that I was running away to become an exotic dancer!”
Jensen bellowed, amusement battling with horror inside him. What the actual
fuck was he going to tell Josh now?!
“I’m sorry!” his boyfriend apologized desperately through his laughter. “I left
Chad to make the calls to your family!”
“Exactly!” They rounded the end of the hallway sharply, Jared narrowly missing
a throw cushion. “What on earth were you thinking, asking Chad to do that?!!”
The Alpha dove behind the couch for cover. “I didn’t think!” he defended
between giggles. “I’m sorry, Jen,” he held up his hands in a gesture of peace.
“I’m sorry.”
Jensen stopped in front of him, poised to fling his newest weapon- a balled up
afghan- straight at him. Jared took advantage of his momentary hesitation,
tackling him and wrapping his arms around his midriff with a war cry that a
toddler would have been proud of. He picked Jensen up in a fireman’s carry,
shocking a guffaw out of the lean boy.
“Gotcha!” Jared crowed victoriously. “Say you forgive me,” he taunted with a
grin, amused at Jensen’s helpless peals of laughter and the pounding on his
back that hardly made an impact.
“Let me down, Jared, or I swear to God…”
“I gotta say, Freckles, I don’t think you’re in a position to be threatening
right now.”
Jared whirled around at the sound of Kane’s exhausted, but happy voice. Bone-
weariness was etched on the other alpha’s features, but there was unmistakable
joy filling his normally cool blue eyes. Jared gently set him down and Jensen
turned to face his pseudo-brother; though Jared had reassured him, he worried
if Chris really didn’t blame him for everything that had happened. He honestly
wouldn’t fault the boy if he did.
“Chris…” Jensen started, his entire demeanor softening. “I, um…”
Before he could stammer out any coherent words, Chris was crushing him in a hug
so tight, he could hardly breathe.
Damn if he didn’t get with the program, and hold on just as tight.
“Don’t you do that to me again, Jen, you hear me?” Chris’ rough voice mumbled
into his ear. “You’re my family, man, I can’t lose you too.” Jensen felt a
droplet of moisture hit his exposed shoulder. “I can’t lose you too.”
His throat knotted up and he could do nothing except nod fervently, burrowing
his face into Chris’ shoulder and finding a unique sort of comfort there; the
comfort of a brother who would stand by him no matter what.
After a few minutes, they broke apart, only to find that Jared and Sophia had
vacated, probably to the kitchen, in order to give them a few minutes of
privacy. Jensen didn’t doubt that his lover had done this deliberately,
creating an opportunity for him to have that talk with Kane, and he wasn’t sure
whether he appreciated the thought or bristled at the implications.
Deciding that it was too soon for him to get irritable with the tall Alpha,
Jensen simply sat on the couch, motioning for Chris to do the same. As though
he sensed Jensen’s unease, Chris’ brow furrowed, but nevertheless he took a
seat next to Jensen.
The green-eyed boy chewed on his lip for a few moments, trying to decide where
to begin.
“If this is about your aunt,” Chris ventured a guess, “then I already know. I
don’t blame you, Freckles, I promise.”
Jensen shot him a weak smile. “Thanks Chris,” he nodded quietly. “It feels
great to hear you say that…but there’s something else. Katherine told me
something else about the night your family was killed, Chris.”
The alpha’s face twisted with concern, an uncharacteristic fear darkening his
blue eyes. “What?” he asked almost hesitantly, clear vulnerability in his
voice.
Jensen decided that the best way was to just rip off the band-aid. “Your
mom…she was human, Chris. She was a human, and that’s why your family was
targeted. It was just some random and hateful bigotry that triggered the
attack.” To Jensen’s amazement, Chris’ face smoothed out and his shoulders
relaxed.
“Oh, that?!” Chris breathed a relieved sigh, a small smile gracing his
features. “I was a kid, Jen, but I was old enough to question why my mom never
shifted with us, and why she couldn’t talk to us in our wolf forms.”
“You knew?” Jensen gaped at his best friend, feeling waves of relief almost
stagger him. He had been so worried about how Chris would react to that piece
of information…all for nothing it seemed.
“I knew,” Chris nodded, “but Hardison hadn’t put the dots together yet. I
didn’t know that her being human was the motive behind that night,” he shook
his head painfully, “but I knew Mom was a human. It’s a big part of the reason
that I never really fit in the pack. For a long time, the elder generation was
pretty dead set against humans.”
“What changed?” Jensen asked, getting momentarily side-tracked. “They all seem
okay with me.”
Chris snorted, an affectionate gleam entering his eyes. “You came along,” he
said simply. “You protected three of our cubs without knowing anything about
us, outside of our existence. It opened a lot of their eyes to how loyal and
caring and loving and kind the human race can be. Their prejudices began
lessening the more you integrated yourself into our lives.”
“Me?” Jensen squeaked. His face burned bright red. “But I…”
“Don’t take Gerald Padalecki’s opinion of you as gospel, Freckles,” Chris
interrupted him solemnly. “It takes someone special to change the elders’ minds
without even trying. Gerald’s beliefs just go too far back, I think.”
“He’s just worried that the same thing will happen to Jared,” Jensen mumbled
the same defense he’d given his boyfriend earlier. “He doesn’t want to lose his
son to the narrow-minded ones of the Were kingdom.”
“Does Jared know?” Chris mouthed, and Jensen was heart-warmed to see his best
friend trying to protect his boyfriend.
“I had to tell him,” Jensen confirmed with a nod. Something like pity crossed
Kane’s eyes, and his gaze flicked towards the kitchen.
Without raising his voice, he commented, “I’m sorry you had to find out, Jared.
If it helps, your dad really felt bad about the fact that we were too far away
for him to help.”
Jared and Sophia came into the living room, Sophia making a beeline for Jensen.
Once she’d hugged him to within an inch of his life, she returned to Chris’
side; a still silent Jared settled next to him, and Jensen grabbed his hand in
unspoken support.
“I’m so sorry, Chris,” Jared muttered, heartfelt. It pained Jensen to see his
boyfriend feeling so guilty for something that wasn’t his fault. “I had no
idea.”
“I know,” Chris nodded with a ghost of smile on his face. “Your dad and I
agreed that no one else was to know about it.”
Jared and Jensen’s heads snapped up at that. “Why?” Jared demanded, anger in
his hazel eyes. “They deserved to know that his pig-headed narrow-mindedness
was the cause of your family’s pain. They deserved to know that he allowed his
personal bias to come in the way of the welfare of our pack!”
“Jay…” Jensen attempted to comfort his lover, putting an arm around him. Jared
turned into him slightly, calming down, but unwilling to back down from his
accusation.
“He messed up, baby,” Jared mumbled. “He needed to take responsibility for
that.”
“He did.” Chris was the one who answered. “He took me in, made me independent,
and gave me my rightful place in the pack.” Chris shook his head ruefully. “I’m
not gonna lie, man, I hated your dad for a fucking long time. But my mom used
to tell me and my little brother that we should never carry anger around with
us. She would say it was like drinking poison and expecting the other person to
die.” Chris smiled bitterly. “I forgave him, for her…but I also realized, a lot
later, that your dad was repenting for his decision in ways that surpassed any
punishment I could have given him. Like it or not, the reality is that he lost
two pack members that night…and that killed him. The responsibility on his
shoulders for their deaths? That’s been something he’s had to live with every
single day since the night it happened. And he deserves that pain. That pain,
but nothing else. Not your anger, or mine, or the pack’s. Just the knowledge
that his pack brother died on his watch, all because of an unfounded old
prejudice and his own stubbornness.”
Jensen was stunned in speechlessness. He knew he had to have a long chat with
his pseudo brother soon, if nothing else, then to tell him just how fucking
proud he was of him. He couldn’t imagine the type of strength it took for Chris
to make peace with that, and he needed to know that Jen was proud of him…
…but his priority right now, was the almost imperceptibly trembling Alpha in
his arms. He hadn’t given himself time to think about the effect this was going
to have on Jared…he kicked himself inwardly for not realizing how much this had
to hurt his lover. Chris shot him a look, and Jensen flicked his head towards
the kitchen.
It was his turn to talk to Jared.
 
~*Jared*~
 
The emotions of the past few days had officially bubbled over the lid Jared had
so valiantly fought to keep closed. He was experiencing hot and cold flushes
with the force of all his repressed feelings, and he felt like he was about to
explode. His head pounded and his breathing was becoming erratic, and he
wondered briefly about how his mate was managing to keep a hold on himself for
as long as he was.
He could feel self-recrimination pouring off Jensen in waves. “Stop feeling so
guilty,” he offered roughly, his voice strained and cracking like the thin veil
in front of his rampant emotions. “You were right to tell us.”
“I’m so sorry that I didn’t think about how this was going to affect you, Jay,”
his mate murmured ardently. “I messed up, I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
Jared shook his head, trying once last time to get a handle on himself. “Lives
were lost that day,” he bit out, unintentionally harsh towards his mate.
“Chris’ whole life got turned on its axis, and yours did too, only a few
fucking days ago! I’m being weak and irrational, feeling sorry for myself.”
Jensen wasn’t fazed by his snippy tone or his self-deprecation. Instead, his
mate reached up and twisted his ear like he was a disobedient toddler, not hard
enough to hurt, but enough to sting.
“What the hell, Jen?!”
“You’re more than entitled to feel the way you do, Jay,” he returned calmly,
sensibly. Green eyes softened and Jared’s muscles relaxed when Jensen reached
up to stroke his hair. A sense of tranquility filled him, his mate’s touch
calming the raging storm inside him. “This is your father. Your hero. You have
a right to your feelings, and don’t you ever think that you’re weak or
irrational! Just because you’re allowing yourself to feel that pain, doesn’t
make you weak.”
“What about you?” Jared pointed out, leaning his cheek into Jensen’s palm. He
hated how petulant he sounded. “You don’t let your emotions get the better of
you.”
“And you’re exponentially stronger than me for that,” Jensen retorted easily.
“No, really,” he defended when Jared scoffed. “Anyone who’s been hurt before
can hide and bury their emotions,” he shrugged. “It takes the real strong ones
to get hurt, but still wear their heart on their sleeves. It’s one of the
things I love most about you, and something I admire the most too.” Jared felt
his chest warm up as Jensen aimed a smile at him. He hung on his mate’s words,
drawing comfort and a modicum of strength from them. “Allowing yourself to face
your emotions doesn’t make you weak, Jay…it makes you great.” Jared read the
truth in Jensen’s words, and just like always, they gave him the kind of
absolution he hadn’t even been aware he’d needed.
Pulling his mate in close to his body, Jared finally felt the tension of the
past few days melt completely away from his body. Tiredness was left in its
wake, and Jared tamped down a yawn. Some of the pack would be here soon, to see
Jensen, and he couldn’t leave his mate vulnerable to them.
As though summoned by the force of his thoughts, there came a rapping at the
door. Jared pulled away reluctantly, shooing Jensen upstairs to put a shirt on-
since there was no way any more people were going to be seeing Jared’s Jensen
without more clothes on- and getting up to answer the door.
Chad, Jeff, Beaver, Genevieve and Danneel, all with varying degrees of concern,
flooded into the house, without any prompting. “Come on in,” Jared muttered
sarcastically, “make yourself at home.”
Jeff had taken up the rear of the little group, and stopped to grin at him.
“You’re in a much better mood today, little brother,” he joked. “You’d think
you’d be more hospitable now that Jen is up and at ‘em.”
“Considering the fact that I could be ravishing Jen right now,” he stated
bluntly, “you should be grateful I’m even letting you guys in the house.”
That garnered several choice responses from Beaver, Jeff and Chad, while the
girls simply fanned themselves, giggling. Jared smirked despite himself when he
saw the grimace his Chemistry professor and Healer was wearing.
“There are some things none of us need to be thinking about, son,” Jim told him
gruffly, noticing his grin.
“Things like what?” Jensen’s teasing voice came from the staircase. Jared
grinned when he saw the polar neck Jensen had chosen; even with the coverage,
he spotted the tip of a purpling hickey just below Jensen’s jaw.
Before Beaver could answer, Jen was swamped by Gen and Danni, both of whom
enveloped him in one big hug. They fussed over him, making sure he wasn’t hurt,
and Jensen endured it patiently, reassuring him that everything was okay. Chad
and Jeff started to go to him, but before they could, Chris and Sophia came
back out of the kitchen.
Everything froze for a moment.
Jensen was quicker on the uptake than he was, Jared was chagrined to admit, but
in the next second, his mate was standing in front of Chris, who was positioned
protectively in front of Sophia. Jared quickly took up his place next to
Jensen, hands out in a placatory gesture.
“Easy guys,” he soothed. “Sophia is okay.”
“She’s a part of the Morgan pack, Jared,” Chad hissed. “She’s Abel’s cousin!
How is that defined as okay?”
Before Jared could defend her, Sophia piped up. “I’m not part of their pack.
Not for much longer anyway.”
“She’s Chris’ mate,” Jensen added, his tone calm. “And I trust her. She’s given
us no reason to believe that she would betray us. So, just cool it, guys,
okay?”
The tension hung thick in the air for a few beats. Finally, it was Jeff’s cool
voice that broke the silence. “Jared.”
Looking up at his big brother, he saw respect and love there, and a healthy
degree of trust.
“Do you trust her?” he asked simply.
The symbolism of the moment hit him like a freight train. The question wasn’t
directed at Jeff’s little brother; it was directed at the Padalecki Pack’s
Alpha of the not-so-distant future. Loyalty and trust were etched on all of
their faces, and Jared knew that they would follow him without question. He
glanced down at Jensen; his mate was smiling softly, proudly, the significance
of the question not lost on him. Jen winked at him, the love and pride as clear
as the message in his eyes; I’ll always be right here, next to you, Alpha.
Nodding slightly to himself, he faced his pack once more.
“I trust her.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Everyone settled down fairly easily, save for the Sophia Incident. Sparing them
the details he’d plied Jared with, Jensen explained his newfound ancestry to
the small group; if anyone, they all had a right to know about it.
Beaver, of course, was more excited than a toddler at Christmas. “This is
something that’s never been documented in our history before,” he emphasized.
“This could change all our preconceptions about cross-species matings forever!
We’ve got to run some chemical-based tests, see if there’s any biological
manifestations of the oddity…”
“My mate and I are not gonna be your fucking experiment, Jim,” Jared growled,
and Jensen smiled at the protective arm that was slung around his shoulder.
“Jay,” he soothed quietly, wanting to avoid an argument, “let it go. Mr Beaver
didn’t mean anything by it. Scientifically, we are an anomaly, and I can
understand his academic perspective.” He turned to Beaver, smirking lightly.
“But at the same time, we’re not going to be lab rats, Sir. There are other
ways to test the parameters I know you’re thinking of.”
The older man smiled sheepishly, and the expression was so out of place that
Jensen had to laugh. Jared calmed down next to him, and Jensen entertained
Chad’s never-ending slew of questions about whether or not he was anything like
the little boy in sixth sense.
It took a while to convince Chad that he didn’t actually see a dead person yet.
Just heard them.
“Jensen?”
He turned to face Jim, who was frowning at him quizzically. “Yes?”
“I never got around to asking you, and I’m dying of curiosity,” he stated
baldly. “How did you figure out that you were in that herbicide factory?”
“I meant to ask you that too, baby,” Jared piped up. “I know you were close to
that Church, but how did you figure you were in a herbicide factory, and not
any of the other ones?”
Jensen grinned ruefully. “The smell,” he revealed with a chuckle. Leaning
against Jared, he looked at Beaver, eyes sparkling. “Trimethylamine. It’s a
chemical used in the synthesis of plant growth regulators or herbicides, known
for the distinctive smell it carries, of rotting fish. The smell threw me off
at first, made me think I was near fresh water, but when Jared mentioned the
herbicide factory, I remembered the chemical. It also explained why the smell
was so harsh, and sharp.”
Jim chuckled disbelievingly. “You might as well take up the post as the Chem
professor from Monday, son.”
Jensen huffed a laugh with everyone else, only half listening to their
comments, focused instead on the warmth of the pride that was radiating off
Jared. His Alpha leaned down from where he was perched on the armrest of the
couch, dropping a kiss on his forehead.
“Incredible,” Jared whispered, making him blush.
“Hey Jense,” Chad tapped his arm lightly to get his attention. His blue eyes
were serious, and that more than anything made Jensen sit up and pay attention.
“Have you decided what’s going to happen to the relative-from-Hell?”
His heart stuttered, before picking up double time. “What do you mean?” He
looked up to see Jared scowling at his friend. “Jay?”
Jared’s face softened and he caressed the side of Jensen’s neck. “We
tranquilized your Aunt, love. She’s chained up in Jim’s basement. I thought
that you should decide what happened to her.”
Jensen fought back a shudder. Surprisingly enough, he knew the answer to that
without much thinking on his part. “I won’t,” he shook his head. “Chris is the
only one who deserves to have that decision. She’s the one who…” he glanced up
at his brother and best friend, softened at the pain that was stark in his blue
eyes. “Hopefully, deciding her fate will bring you even the smallest bit of
closure.”
“I can’t do that,” Chris shook his head sharply. At Jensen’s confused
disbelief, he added, “I can’t put you through that, Freckles. I can’t do what
would be good for me, if it makes you grieve.”
Jensen rose from where he was sitting. Crouching so that he was eye-level to
Chris, he clasped the other boy’s shoulder. “She’s not the Aunt I remember,
Chris,” he said lowly. “She’s not the woman my mom left behind when she died,
either. Whatever happens to her now, is water off my back.”
Chris considered this for a long moment, and Jensen kept his gaze steadily,
allowing his friend to see the firmness of his decision in his eyes. Finally,
Kane leaned forward to hug him tightly. “Thanks, Freckles,” he whispered, and
Jensen was annoyed at the fact that he was choking up again. He really needed
to stop crying.
“I guess the question then,” Chad spoke quietly, “is what you want to do with
her, Kane. I mean, I hate to taint the reunion,” he shot an apologetic look at
Jensen, “but we can’t ignore the issue much longer.”
Jensen smiled wanly, not wanting Chad to feel any guilt. He understood the
concern; they had waited five days too long for him to wake up, and the longer
she was alone, the more time she had to try to escape. Jensen wouldn’t be able
to stand any more bloodshed of his friends and family in his name.
“I don’t want to kill her,” Chris said slowly. “I don’t want to taint my
family’s memory like that. My mom would never want me to play executioner.” He
was quiet for several long moments, and Jensen used the opportunity to cross
the room, back into the comforting proximity of his Alpha. Jared wrapped his
arms around him, and he leaned into the touch gratefully, taking strength from
the pride that resonated from his lover.
“I want her to live a long life as the one thing she’s come to detest,” Chris
finally decided. He directed his verdict at Jim Beaver. “I want her to be
turned back into a human.”
Jensen blinked, confusion swamping him at the sweeping statement. “That’s
possible?” he asked sharply. “Reverse transformations?”
Jim nodded slowly, fixing him with a worried look. “It’s a biological process,
so it’s possible, but it’s an excruciating process. Very few, only a handful,
have ever survived the transformation, and most of those ones were born Were.
Her chances are significantly decreased because she was a changed Were.”
“Good,” Jensen bit off, his carefully bottled up anger rearing it’s head for a
moment before he forced a steel blanket of composure over himself again.
Jared’s hand found his, and Chad reached over to ruffle his hair, offering his
own unique brand of comfort.
Unable to stand the seriousness for much longer, Jensen reached up and punched
Chad in the chest, just this side of painful.
“What the hell?” Chad shot him a wounded look, pouting ridiculously. Jensen
smirked tiredly.
“That’s for telling my brother that I was running away to become an exotic
dancer.”
###
Chapter End Notes
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~*Jensen*~
 
A slight tapping on the door interrupted the lazy evening they were having.
Jared growled ferociously a second later, standing up. Jensen narrowed his eyes
at his lover; he knew Jared was kicking all their asses in Monopoly, but
instinct told him that it was something else entirely that had his Alpha that
riled up.
His suspicions were confirmed when all the other wolves stood up too, Chris
none-too-gently moving him to stand behind Jared. Before he could protest,
Jared grabbed his hand.
“It’s Sandy,” the Alpha told him in a clipped voice, and suddenly, the tension
made a lot more sense. He laid a calming hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder,
trying to send out soothing emotions over their mating bond, which was going
crazy with Jared’s anxiety and anger.
Jensen pressed a kiss to the spot underneath Jared’s jaw. “Whatever it is, we
can handle it,” he stated serenely. He knew that he would be just about the
only thing that could keep Jared from attacking his psycho ex- the
protectiveness of a mate was something he understood all too well now- and more
to the point, he never wanted Jared to alienate anyone in his pack. It was
dangerous to have a single, disloyal member in a pack. He may not have lived a
pack life, but he lived in a gang life, for what felt like a lifetime, and from
his experience, he knew that loyalty was the one thing that could make or break
any one group of people.
Damned if the Padalecki pack would break because Sandra McCoy couldn’t respect
the mating boundaries.
Ignoring the wolves who were trying to block his path, Jensen weaved through
them with embarrassing ease, heading for the door.
Sandy looked surprised- as though she hadn’t expected anyone to answer the
door- and the surprise quickly gave way to nervousness when Jared appeared at
his back. She palmed the nape of her neck, looking like she didn’t know how she
was going to start explaining what brought her to their door.
It was times like these when Jensen really hated his own capacity for
compassion.
He opened the door wider, softening his features and pulling Jared behind him,
not wanting his mate to lash out. “It’s cold out tonight. You should come in,”
he offered, his voice surprisingly steady. “I doubt the words would come to you
any easier if you were out here, rather than inside.”
Sandy smiled hesitantly at him, and Jensen was taken aback at the genuine
remorse and gratitude he saw in her eyes. As she made her way to their living
room, Jared remained a constant, menacing presence at his side, not verbally
acknowledging the petite beta’s existence. She paused when she was met with the
wall of his angry friends, all of them looking ready to shift, and turned back
to face him.
“I was wondering if I could talk to you,” she spoke shyly. A tentative
expression crossed her face, but she forced her gaze to remain on his. “Alone.”
“Not a fucking chance,” Jared growled immediately, before he could even
register what she was asking of him. “What the hell kind of angle are you
playing here?”
Sandy flinched, cowering in deference to the Alpha baritone that was leaking
into his lover’s voice. “No angle, I promise,” she squeaked. “I just need to…to
t-talk to Jensen. Just give me five minutes, please.”
“You have a lot of nerve coming here,” Chris stepped forward angrily.
“Yeah.” Surprisingly, it was Chad backing Chris up, the taut lines on his
normally friendly face speaking volumes about his own irritation. “You come
into their home, and ask Jen to give you the time of day after everything you
did to him.” Chad shook his head in disgust, and Jared tensed, coming forward
and shielding Jensen with his body.
“Tell me” Jared challenged, “why I shouldn’t throw you out right the fuck now,
for even daring to ask anything of him.”
“Jay,” Jensen tried to soothe the Alpha’s anger, grasping his hand. “What if
this is something pack-related?”
“It’s about your brother.”
The softly spoken words made Jensen’s eyes snap to her. “You’ve got your five
minutes,” he told her grimly, walking towards the kitchen but not letting go of
Jared’s hand. “But Jared comes with. There’s nothing I’d hide from him.”
Sandy followed him, uneasy though she was about his compromise. Jensen tried
not to think about the fact that the pack would be able to hear them if they
were inclined to try.
“What happened to Josh?” he asked, cutting to the chase. “Is he hurt?”
Sandy shook her head. “No. But someone…” she hesitated, rocking back and forth
on her heels. “He knows about the existence of our kind,” she finally blurted.
Jensen paled, leaning against Jared for support lest his knees give out.
“What…” he breathed, feeling like he’d been sucker-punched. “Who?” he managed
to get out. “How?”
Sandy shrugged. “I don’t know.” Her eyes widened, pulse jumping in her throat.
“I swear to God,” she shook her head, “I’ve got nothing to do with this.”
“How did you know?” Jared asked in a hard voice, his tone contrasting sharply
to the tender circles his hands were making into Jensen’s hip bones.
Sandy flinched again, a little more imperceptibly this time. “I was with him. I
took him to Jensen’s home town.”
This time, Jensen’s knees did give out. He stumbled to a chair, his head
spinning, the only rational thought being to hold on to Jared’s hand to keep
him from ripping McCoy apart.
“You were the one who told him who helped him try to break Jensen and me up.”
Jared’s voice was pure steel. “What the fuck did you come here for?
Forgiveness?”
“No.” Sandy shook her head sadly, and it didn’t take Were senses to know that
she was lying. “I came here because Josh knew more than I had ever told him.
Someone else told him about our existence, and no one will listen to me in the
pack.” Her big eyes set back on Jensen, looking at him pleadingly. “We are
dealing with a traitor,” she implored. “Lives are at stake here.”
“Why did you want to see me alone?” Jensen asked, after taking a minute to get
his breathing under control. “You could just as well have told me this in front
of the pack. They’re the ones directly affected, and I’d wager they already
knew about this anyway.” He aimed a stern glance at his boyfriend, who had the
grace to glance away sheepishly. He returned his focus to the Queen Bitch.
“What else were you hoping to get out of this?”
Her answer made him glad that he was already sitting down.
“I wanted to apologize.” At the dumbfounded look on his face, she laughed,
self-deprecatingly. “I know, it’s far too little, and far too late. But I just
wanted to tell you I was sorry. Mating is a wonderful and beautiful thing.
Somewhere along the line, I forgot that. I know I don’t deserve your
forgiveness, but I wanted you to know that I regret everything I ever did to
you.”
Jensen was struck speechless, but that was okay, because apparently, Sandy
didn’t really expect an answer. She stood up, nodded at him with clear apology
in her eyes, and left. Jensen was aware of it when his friends migrated to the
kitchen, but each of them seemed willing to let him get his thoughts in order.
“How long did you know about the traitor in the pack?” he asked hollowly, not
really directing his question at anyone.
“Since the night before we found you,” Jared answered quietly, a guilty lilt to
his voice.
Jensen wanted to be mad at him, but he knew what they had all been through in
the past few weeks, Jared most especially. The Alpha didn’t need anything more
complicating his life, and Jensen found it was easy to overlook Jared’s secret
on account of the protectiveness that he knew had prompted the decision.
He took his Alpha’s hand, feeling Jared’s new tension drain as he did. “I’ll
talk to Josh tomorrow. Maybe he’ll tell me who the hell this freak is, and we
can sort it out from there.” Looking around at the somber faces of his friends,
he produced a wan smile. “Until then, I move that we switch from Monopoly to
good old fashioned Twister.”
It might not have been the most subtle diversionary tactic, but when Jensen
found himself in a human pretzel with Jared, Chad and Danneel, with shouts of
laughter echoing around him, he figured it didn’t really matter.
They could all do with a night off.
###
“How?”
Jensen blinked at the sudden question. Jared stared at him with a perplexed
frown on his face, pillow clutched to his chest and looking more like a curious
toddler than a bewildered Alpha Were. Sensing that something was on his Alpha’s
mind, Jensen stopped fitting their bed with a clean sheet, straightening slowly
and arching an eyebrow in silent question.
“How are you keeping all those emotions under control?” he clarified, the
furrow between his brows deepening. “You’ve gotta be ready to explode with
everything you’ve handled and been through.”
The ghost of a smirk flirted with Jensen’s lips. “Practice,” he answered
truthfully. “For so many years, there were so many more things to worry about.
There wasn’t any time for me to break down or lose control; someone needed to
keep us alive. So I learned to bury it all, and let it sort itself out in
time.”
“The Padalecki family is pretty big on emotions,” Jared wrinkled his nose, not
moving from his position as Jensen resumed his task. “My momma probably would
have beat our pent up emotions out of us with her trusty wooden spoon.”
Jensen chuckled fondly. “Your momma loves you, Jay,” he shook his head. “And it
sounds like a motherly thing, actually. Jodi probably would have done the same
to me.” He kept his eyes down, not wanting to convey the pain he knew he
wouldn’t be able to remove from his green eyes. “She always hated when I was
pretending not to be upset about something.”
Jared moved from his position with quick, long strides, abandoning the pillow
and cuddling Jensen instead. He allowed himself to sink into the Alpha’s
comforting embrace, feeling safe enough in the place he’d come to think of as
their home, to let his guard down and be soothed. Jared nuzzled his neck, and
even without the mating bond, he would have been able to feel the empathy
radiating off his lover.
“I could get my momma to beat you with her spoon, if that’ll make you feel
better,” Jared teased softly, kissing his neck and surprising a laugh out of
Jensen.
“Tempting as that sounds,” he rejoined drily, tucking Jared’s hair behind his
ear, “I’m going to have to pass.” He considered the tall Alpha for a moment,
his green eyes shrewdly roving over the features he’d come to love in such a
short time. Jared stared back unflinchingly, content to return the gaze and
allow him time to gather his thoughts. Finally, Jensen added softly, “You know,
there’s still one thing that sends all my carefully cultivated control skills
out the fucking window.”
“What?” Jared asked, tipping his head to the side in intrigue.
“You.”
When his lover’s confusion only seemed to multiply, Jensen chuckled lightly,
and continued to dress the bed while he elaborated. “I haven’t ever thought
rationally when it came to you, Jay, and I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be
able to. I can’t control any emotion when it concerns you; I don’t make
sensible decisions, and I don’t often think further than my own nose. In a
normal scenario, I’d know every possible outcome of any given situation. In a
Jared-scenario…I don’t even think I’d need to know the entire situation before
jumping in, head-first.”
“That’s because we’re mates, and because you’re madly in love with me.” Jared
was practically preening next to him, although Jensen was fairly certain that
it was more for his amusement than anything, since he could feel the tenderness
through their bond.
Still, he rose to the bait. “I only keep you around because you’re pretty,” he
leered with a grin. Instead of a protest, Jared simply puffed his chest
outwards, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“And because I’m hung like a…”
“Jared!” Jensen spluttered, going beet red despite his helpless laughter. By
the grin on the Alpha’s face and the amusement in his slanted hazel eyes, Jared
wasn’t about to acquiesce this argument, and contrary to popular belief, Jensen
knew when he was beat. “Fine,” he gave a heavily put-upon sigh, getting into
bed and biting back his laughter when Jared vaulted over him and settled
himself under the covers too. “You’re the hottest, most…well-proportioned,
Alpha this side of the equator, and I’m crazy in love with you,” he dead-
panned.
Jared smiled brilliantly, and after seeing him in pain earlier in the
afternoon, the happiness was a sight that Jensen would give up a thousand
arguments for.
“It’s okay,” Jared teased him, spooning him close. “I’m just as enamored and
star-struck by you, my pretty little mate.”
###
It was more difficult than Jensen expected it to be, leaving Jared the next
morning. It had been easy enough for them to discuss their respective plans-
Jared needing to see Jeff and Jensen needing to see Josh and Eric- but in
practice? It felt like he was floating in zero gravity without Jared as his
tether.
His lover was no better off- Jensen could feel the tension in Jared’s body that
didn’t dissipate no matter how hard Jensen tried to distract him. It was like
he was afraid Jensen would disappear again, and it was largely thanks to this
knowledge that Jensen made the decision to go alone. He knew Jared’s nightmares
would continue until they faced the root cause of his distress- losing Jensen-
and he thought that making it back in one piece would prove to Jared that Fate
wasn’t conspiring to tear them apart.
Jensen could admit that it was a thin, flimsy plan. But it was all he had.
Concerned as he was about his Alpha being tense and stressed out, Jensen had
completely forgotten to be worried about his own visit to see Eric and his
brother.
Maybe if he’d been a little less preoccupied, he’d have seen coming, the events
that were about to unfold.
At least, that was his best excuse for standing in his doorway, frozen in place
at the sight of Josh and Eric in the living room, both of them with grim
expressions on their faces.
“I, uh…” he fumbled, closing the door behind him and feeling foreboding creep
into his awareness. “I guess there isn’t much to be done, in the way of
introductions,” he shrugged weakly.
“We’re not here because you didn’t tell me your brother tracked you down and
came to find you,” Eric told him, the surprisingly gentle tone easing some of
his discomfort. His foster father looked like he was torn between wrapping
Jensen in blankets and feeding him ice-cream, and packing their stuff and
hightailing it to the next state.
“Why are we here then?” he asked slowly, casting a sharp gaze over his brother.
Josh was tense, and Jensen wondered why he felt like he was facing the firing
squad.
“We’re here,” Josh interjected his thoughts, “because we don’t want you seeing
Jared anymore. It isn’t safe.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
“I honestly didn’t think you’d come, little brother.”
Jeff beamed at him, standing up as soon as Jared was within hugging distance.
The Alpha felt a bit of guilt, on account of how happy his brother was to see
him. Sure, they’d spent time together just the previous night, but as much as
the board games were fun, he hadn’t really spent any quality time with Jeff,
not since his brother had watched him nearly die.
So the guilt was somewhat warranted, at least.
“Dad’s on some mystery pack errand, Mom and Meg are out shopping…it’s the
perfect time to be home,” Jared returned almost bitterly.
Jeff shot him a look that was half sympathetic, half reproachful. “They all
miss you Jare,” he said almost gently. “Mom, Meg, the pack…Dad, even though
he’d never come out and say it. My point is that you shouldn’t be punishing
everyone because you’re clashing with him.”
“Jeff…” Jared shook his head stubbornly. “No one deserves to be treated like
Dad treated Jensen, least of all my mate. I miss the whole family too, Dad
included, but nothing can come before the well-being of my mate.” He glanced
sharply up at his brother. “I’d expect you of all people to understand that.”
“I hear you,” Jeff conceded. “After the way dad treated Valerie, I was livid,
and I imagine it was worse for Jensen, him being human and all.” Jeff took a
measured breath, seeming to think carefully about his words. “Thing is, though,
is that you’re the Padalecki pack’s future Alpha. That was in the works even
before I left with Val; I knew it, Mom knew it, the pack knew it…it was just
Dad that needed to get the memo. I don’t know who the pack is going to look to
once Dad steps down, if not you.”
Jared crossed his arms, his jaw set. “So what do you suggest Jeff?” he asked
sharply. “You want me to put the pack over and above my mate, the one person
who is more than the world to me?”
Jeff didn’t miss a beat. “I don’t know why you keep thinking that Jensen and
the pack are two separate entities.” Jeff leveled him with a small smile.
“Whether you change him or not, Jensen became an honorary pack member a long
time ago. Once again, Dad is just spectacularly late to the party.”
Shaking his head as if to clear it, Jared asked, “And you think I can somehow
convince Dad to accept Jensen?”
“I think Jensen can somehow convince Dad to accept Jensen,” Jeff corrected.
“You lost me, bro.”
Jeff leaned forward patiently. “What do all Alphas respect most especially in
any human being?”
“Backbone?” Jared phrased his answer as a question, wondering idly whether his
brother would grade his response with an appropriately sarcastic remark.
“Exactly.” If the tone of Jeff’s voice was anything to go by, Jared passed with
flying colors. “And does Jensen have backbone?”
“More than half the wolves in our pack.” This answer, Jared was a hundred and
ten percent sure of.
Returning to his original position, Jeff smirked. “Then explain to me why you
keep dancing them around each other.”
Jared stared at his brother. “You can’t honestly be suggesting what I think
you’re suggesting.”
“Put them in the proverbial room together.”
The Alpha blanched at the thought. “I knew you were a little touched in the
head, bro, but this really takes the cake.”
“You think your mate can’t handle Dad?” Jeff challenged.
Jared bristled at the implicated insult to his Jen. “Any day of the week and
twice on Sundays,” he retorted defensively. “That doesn’t mean I want to put
him in Dad’s line of fire.”
“And that’s better than what you’re doing now?” Jeff pointed out. “Keeping them
separate and creating a rift in yourself?” Jared didn’t answer, and he felt
more than saw it, when Jeff softened his features. “How are you gonna know
unless you try, Jare? Who knows, maybe Jensen tells Dad to take a hike, and the
Alpha in him decides to adopt Jensen and attempt to turn him into the new
Alpha.”
Jared huffed a grudging laugh at that. “You’ve got optimism that would make
Dora the fucking Explorer jealous, Jeff.”
“Damn it, Jare,” Jeff’s lips pulled back in a momentary snarl. “I fucking hate
that show, and that chick. She’s the spawn of the devil, man.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
He looked between his brother and Eric, trying in vain to determine whether
Josh had told Eric about the Weres. “What the hell are you talking about?” he
finally pushed the words out, forcing his voice to stay level.
“Your brother tells me that Jared might be up to no good, Jen,” Eric told him
gently, as though he were delivering the line to a fragile and traumatized man.
Jensen blinked slowly, realizing that Josh hadn’t given up the big secret, if
only for the fact that he still thought Jensen didn’t know. The nervousness
dissipated, washed away with relief and quickly blinded by anger.
“Now, I know you can take care of yourself,” Eric continued, oblivious to
Jensen’s mounting fury. “More so than any of us, probably. Nevertheless, I
don’t want you in danger.”
“What happened to ‘he looks at you like I used to look at your mother’?” Jensen
asked bitterly, jaw clenching with the force of his anger. “I thought you liked
Jared!”
“That was before I knew he was involved in things that could land up with you
hurt,” Eric answered promptly. “Son, you’re still underage, and I’m still your
father, and I don’t want you to see that boy again.”
Eric said it so matter-of-factly, as though it were as easy as that, and Jensen
realized that to him, it probably did seem so. Jared and him were together for
a few months now, and although it had felt like he’d known the Alpha his whole
life, he struggled to remember that wasn’t the case.
He had said, though, that Jared was his weak spot in his logic.
“So now you’re my father, now that it suits you?” he snapped without thinking.
“That’s rich.”
“Jensen!” Eric turned pale as a sheet, and the green-eyed boy cursed loudly.
Hurt was clear in his foster father’s eyes, and as much as he could blame the
man for the past ten years, Eric was absolutely devoid of blame here.
He made himself soften, guilt tamping down the fury for a moment. “Dad, I’m
sorry,” he sighed, unconsciously calling Eric in a way he hadn’t in long years.
“I didn’t mean that. Just…I need you to trust me. I need you to trust that I’m
old enough to make my own decisions, and that I know what I’m doing. Please
don’t make me choose.”
His unspoken words hung heavily in the air;I’ll choose him.
After a few long beats that felt like a whole lifetime to Jensen, Eric nodded.
The hurt was gone, replaced by fear, resignation and a tiny bit of awe. Jensen
managed a small smile, coming forward to hug his foster father briefly, for the
first time in longer than he cared to remember.
Pulling away, he refocused on his rage. He narrowed his eyes at Josh. “You and
I need to talk.”
He walked out, knowing without looking that his brother was going to follow
him. He went to Josh’s beat up green Ford, getting into the passenger’s seat
and slamming the door pointedly.
“Jense…”
“Not now,” he interrupted his brother crisply. “I need to make a list of how
many things I’m gonna yell at you for.”
As meekly as though Jensen had scolded one of the pups he’d babysat, Josh
turned the key in the ignition, driving to the park near his school. Jensen
shot off a text to Chris, knowing that he couldn’t endure the ride back with
his brother. By this time, he had built up a full head of steam, and as soon as
he was out of the car, he was lacing into his brother.
“Where in the hell do you think you get off, Josh?” he demanded, a dangerous
glint in his normally soft green eyes. “First of all, and let me not mince my
words here, you do not get to dictate my life to me, especially not like you
tried to do today! You haven’t been a part of my life for sixteen years. Now, I
can appreciate you trying to connect with me again, but let me tell you, I’ve
lived my life relatively okay for all those sixteen years without your
overprotective brother bullshit! Jared has tried to be civil to you, but you
are just determined to hate him, and I’m sick of it, Josh. I am sick of it!”
Jensen stopped, breathing heavily and feeling little to no empathy for his
wide-eyed brother.
“Jensen, I…”
“What?” he asked, his voice going quiet, laden with disappointment and
resentment. “You’re sorry? You weren’t thinking? Nothing you say will make a
lick of difference, Josh, so stop trying.”
“There are things you don’t know, Jen,” Josh tried to plead with him.
Jensen forced himself to get a handle on his emotions. He needed information,
and he wasn’t going to get anything from Josh if he flew off the handle again.
He could keep it together until he had the necessary information…for Jared and
the pack.
“What don’t I know, Josh?”
His brother looked relieved at finally being given a chance to explain. “This
is gonna sound crazy, little brother, but I swear it’s true. They’re…they’re
all…” Josh took a deep breath. “They’re werewolves, Jen.”
Jensen kept his expression carefully blank. “Werewolves.”
“I know how it sounds!” his brother huffed, beginning to protest. “This guy
though, he came up to me and told me that he was part of Jared’s pride, or
pack, or whatever. He shifted forms in front of me, Jen! He told me that Jared
hated humans, and that he was trying to overthrow the human race by using you!”
Jensen thought he was doing an excellent impression of a fish just then.
“He…you…” he struggled to find the words. “You believed him?” he finally
managed.
“I told you, he shifted…”
“Not about the werewolves,” he waved his hand dismissively. “About taking over
the world and using me to do it.”
Josh had the decency to look sheepish. “Well, yeah, I mean…he was telling the
truth about being a werewolf.”
“So you thought that there was truth in the thought that Jared was going to use
me to take over the world?” Jensen struggled with the thought, barely able to
comprehend. “You do realize that the human populace probably loops the Were
populace about three or four times?” he asked almost gently.
“That doesn’t mean…”
“And you know that I have no kind of sway over the humans or the wolves, making
me the least valuable weapon in a bid to overthrow mankind?”
“You’re not…”
“And above everything else, you’re aware that this sounds like the plot to a
bad movie?”
Josh finally deflated, chewing his lip as he took Jensen’s words in. “Well,
when you put it like that…” he grumbled. Suddenly, he straightened. “Jensen…why
aren’t you surprised that I just told you that your boyfriend is a werewolf?”
Sighing, Jensen leaned against the hood of his brother’s car. “I knew,” he said
simply.
Josh looked at him, shell-shocked. “I…God, I can’t believe…” he was working
quickly up to anger. “I was agonizing over this, Jensen! I was so…God, I was
afraid I was going to hurt you all over again! I got you that silver knife to
protect you, and you couldn’t even be bothered to warn me…”
So that’s where the silver knife at the club came from.
“I didn’t need to,” Jensen interrupted evenly. “You were never in any danger. I
know those wolves, all of them, and they wouldn’t ever hurt you.”
“Jensen,” Josh scoffed, “he is a monster!! He…”
The elder Ackles didn’t get any more words out before he found himself slammed
into the side of his car, Jensen’s hand knotted in the front of his shirt.
“Don’t you ever talk about him like that again,” Jensen snarled a warning. “I
love him, Josh. He is my family.”
A hurt look crossed the familiar features. “And I’m not?”
Jensen backed away slowly, his emotions simmering just below his skin. He was
done playing demure, since Josh was evidently not going to give up his source-
not while he was hurting, at least.
“Listen to me very carefully, Josh,” he stated, almost coldly. “Jared is the
love of my existence. Chris and Chad are mybrothers. Every last member of that
pack has a place in my family. You do too, but not if you keep trying to
separate me from them.” His eyes hardened along with his tone. “They’re my
family, and I will fight the world for them, tooth and nail. I’ll love Jared
until the day I die, and after that, too. Nothing you say, or do, can change
that. You can either accept them and become the big brother I lost sixteen
years ago, or you can leave. Leave, and never come back. I’ll do what I have to
do, in order to protect them, so never make the mistake of hurting any of them.
Least of all, Jared.”
He took a step back, hating to hurt his brother, but unwilling to let Josh ruin
the family he’d come to love as his own.
“I love you, Josh,” he told the older boy sincerely. “But I love them too. I
love Jared, and Chris, and Chad, and Danneel, and Genevieve, and Misha, and
Tom, and all the pups, and everyone else that made me part of their family
without so much as a blink of their eyes. You’d do well to remember that.”
“You’re choosing Jared over me?” Josh asked sadly.
“It was never a choice,” Jensen responded with raw honesty. “It was always him.
It is always him.”
Josh absorbed what he was saying, moving slowly backwards. “I need to go,
then,” he spoke painfully. “I’ll…I guess I just…I just need to decide whether
I’ll be back.”
“You’ll always be my brother, Josh,” Jensen added quietly. “But if you want to
be my family, you know where to find me.”
Josh nodded jerkily, tears streaming from the green eyes that were so like his
own. As the Ford pulled away, Jensen heard a car door slam.
Chris, most probably. Thank God.
That notion was discarded the moment a voice carried over to Jensen.
“That was a truly touching performance.”
Oh, fuck.
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Chapter End Notes
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~*Chad*~
 
Fucking school…giving us catch up work…we were totally saving Jen’s ass! But
no, apparently that’s not a good enough excuse to miss Calculus.
A frown formed on Chad’s face, his disgruntlement increasing in tandem with his
rant. Not for the first time, he wished that the Were population wasn’t such a
big secret; maybe then, they would cut him, Jared and Kane some kind of slack
for saving Jen and in so doing, missing two days of class.
Muttering under his breath about the total irrelevance of limits and integrals,
it hit his nose by surprise when he stepped out of the school doors to smell
Jensen.
This in itself wouldn’t have been worrying, but when he caught the other scent
in the air, the blood in his veins froze.
He needed to get Jared here, fucking pronto.
He tracked the scent, stalking forward. He couldn’t see Jensen, but he could
finally hear what was going on.
“…very carefully, Josh,” he heard Jensen saying as he rooted around in his
pocket for his cellphone. “Jared is the love of my existence. Chris and Chad
are my brothers. Every last member of that pack has a place in my family. You
do too, but not if you keep trying to separate me from them.”
Chad almost face-planted when he heard that. His hand hovered over his cell’s
keypad for a moment, shock immobilizing him as he heard the rest of what Jen
had to say.
…they’re my family…
…fight the world for them…
…love Jared until the day I die…
…do what I have to do in order to protect them…
… love Jared, and Chris, and Chad, and Danneel, and Genevieve, and Misha, and
Tom, and all the pups…
…never a choice. It was always him.
In eighteen years, Chad Michael Murray had managed to avoid most everything
emotional with an obnoxious remark or a casual shrugging off. He could count on
both hands, the amount of times he’d reacted emotionally to anything.
Now?
His eyes stung unfamiliarly with the burn of tears and his throat felt like it
was clogged with cotton wool. His chest was on fire, and he damned the green-
eyed boy for the place he’d managed to carve for himself, just inside all of
his walls and barriers.
He knew that Jensen loved his best friend. That much was obvious, even to a man
who was blind in both eyes and partially deaf. He knew that Jen would kill and
die for Kane, and that their brotherly bond was the same brand of phenomenal as
his and Jared’s, maybe even more so if he was forced to be objective.
He also knew that Jensen cared about him.
Never though, had he once imagined that it was more than just befriending his
mate’s best friend. He knew that he had come to see Jen as a friend too, but it
hadn’t occurred to him that Jensen felt similarly. To hear the boy refer to him
as a brother, say that he loved him and would protect him…it made something in
his chest burn bright and fierce. Love and loyalty that he had no idea he was
capable of feeling for anyone outside of pack, blossomed deep inside him, and
though he knew it at a surface-level before, he now also knew deep in his bones
that he would defend, protect, care for his brother with every fiber of his
being.
His pack brother.
Because really, there was no plausible denial of how firmly integrated one
Jensen Ross Ackles was in the Padalecki Pack.
Determination set back in, and he pushed his emotions to the side as he heard
Jen’s brother leave. Jabbing his finger down on 3, he speed-dialed his best
friend, brother and future Alpha.
“Jay-rod…we got a problem.”
 
~*Chris*~
 
Hey bro…sorry, man, but could you come get me please? At the park we came to
when we ditched. Will explain.
Chris grimaced as he read the text. Every bit the aggravating little brother,
Jensen more often than not tried to solve things alone. That he was calling on
him, meant that the shit had really hit the fan. Chris’ heartbeat sped up, his
mind imagining the various binds his brother could have gotten himself into.
Long hair notwithstanding, with Jensen’s penchant for trouble, Chris wondered
how long it would take before he pulled out every last strand from anxiety.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, little brother,” he muttered worriedly, a
knot forming in his stomach. Without hesitation, he grabbed his jacket and his
keys, throwing a shout over his shoulder. “Hey, Soph?”
His gorgeous mate stuck her head out into the hallway, a sweet smile on her
face. Chris still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such an amazing
woman as his mate, and he was momentarily struck by her beauty and his fortune.
“Yeah?”
He shook his head a little, trying to clear his mind of the sappy emotions that
were filling him from the inside out. “I gotta go fetch Jen, sweetheart,” he
told her apologetically. “I’ll be back soon and we can finish the movie then,
okay?”
Sophia’s forehead furrowed and she stepped into full view, her hands on her
hips. “Like hell you are, Chris!” She pouted indignantly. “If Jen-ster’s in
trouble, there is no way in hell you’re leaving me behind again!”
Amazement battled with love in Chris’ chest. Not only was his mate beautiful
and kind and loving and sweet, but she also not only understood his profound
bond with Jensen, but supported it. He could never have dreamed that his mate
would’ve been so empathetic and accepting, and it did something to his insides
that he didn’t have a name for, but he knew he wouldn’t admit.
He really had the best of both worlds.
“Okay, baby,” he nodded, trying to convey the gratitude and love through their
mating bond. “Than-“
“Don’t,” she cut him off with a smile. “He’s like a brother to me too, Chris.
You and me are always gonna be there for him. He’s way more important to both
of us, than some stupid movie.”
Chris was fairly certain he was the luckiest guy in the world.
At least, he thought he was, until he saw the scene in the park unfolding in
front of his eyes.
He was right about one thing though.
The shit had really hit the fucking fan.
 
~*Jared*~
 
Jared grinned as his brother ranted about the evils of Dora the Explorer. He
suspected that Jeff’s ardent hatred was largely due to the fact that the twins
watched their cartoons almost constantly, and Jeff could never say no to either
of them. He couldn’t blame his brother, though; the little ones had definitely
inherited the puppy-dog eyes, as much as Jared was still the grand master of
the expression.
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to talk to Val for me?” Jeff aimed a hopeful
glance at him. “Convince her that Dora is gonna turn the twins’ brains to
mush?”
Jared snorted. “They’re boys, Jeff,” he dismissed. “The Dora phase will be over
in the next few weeks, once they discover Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”
“Now that was a good program,” Jeff grinned. “They need to be watching that.”
“I recall more than one occasion when you thought you were Donatello,” Jared
teased.
“Says the guy who made us call him Raphael from ages four till six,” Jeff
countered with a chuckle. Jared grinned, a slight blush creeping up his
features that just made Jeff laugh harder.
A calm quiet descended over the brothers as they lapsed into their own
thoughts. The future Alpha knew his older brother well enough, to know that
there was something on his mind, but he was content to wait until the man felt
comfortable enough to divulge his concerns.
He entertained himself with thoughts of his beautiful mate, wondering how
Jensen was faring in his own agendas for the day. He could feel very faint
anger over their mating bond, and it was safe to assume that Jen had fought
with either his father or his brother; either way, Jared felt sympathetic, and
made a mental note to pick up some of Jensen’s favorite red velvet cake on the
way home.
“You’re planning on making Jensen your Beta?” the elder Padalecki suddenly
blurted.
Jared blinked. He hadn’t given himself time to think about the implications of
him becoming Alpha, but faced with it now, he figured that there wasn’t much to
think about. “Of course,” he nodded, as though he’d known so all along. “Why?”
“The pack’s Beta is a big role to fill, Jared,” his brother told him solemnly,
holding up a hand as soon as Jared bristled at the implication that Jensen
couldn’t handle it. “I’m not saying he can’t,” Jeff clarified, pacifying the
Alpha momentarily, “I’m merely asking whether he knows that he will have to.”
Jared paused. “We haven’t talked about it yet,” he admitted reluctantly. “He’s
gonna be an amazing Beta though.” He raised his chin in defiance, challenging
his brother to refute his claim.
“I’m not arguing,” Jeff replied blithely, not rising to the bait. “He’s already
got most of the pack wrapped around his little human finger. And on that note,”
Jeff shot him a significant look, leaning his elbows on his knees, “will he
remain human or are you going to change him?”
The Alpha choked on what may or may not have been his own saliva. He couldn’t
deny the fierce heat that claimed his body at the very thought of Jensen as a
Were…but he had asked his beautiful mate to give up so much already. Could he
really demand the man to give up, essentially, his species? Did he have any
right at all to even ask?
“I’m sexy and I know it!”
Jared jumped with a decidedly unmanly squeak at the harsh ringing of his
cellphone from his pocket. Annoying ringtone aside, he was insanely grateful to
Chad for his awesome timing, that saved him from answering. “Hey, buddy!
What’s…”
“Jay-rod,” Chad’s grim voice stopped Jared’s words in his throat. “We got a
problem.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Mr Padalecki.” Jensen tried to keep the sigh out of his voice as he turned
around to face the irate Alpha. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Sir?”
Jensen cast a speculative glance over the older man, assessing the threat. He
wondered what Jared’s father was doing, this far away from the packlands, but
he didn’t have time to dwell on that.
“It’ll take a whole lot more than manners and charm to impress me, boy,” Gerald
narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
Sighing, Jensen began to lose his already faltering grip on patience. “I wasn’t
aware I was trying to impress you, Sir,” he said drily, resisting the urge to
roll his eyes. “You’ll have to forgive me if I didn’t expect to be on
evaluation today.”
Great, Jen, fantastic, he rebuked himself inwardly.Doing a bang-up job making
Jared’s life easier by totally not antagonizing his father.
To his surprise, the senior Padalecki showed the barest lift of his upper lip.
“The human has some claws after all,” he remarked evenly. “But then…you’re not
like most humans, are you?”
Although it was phrased like a question, Jensen got the distinct impression
that the Padalecki Alpha wasn’t really asking. All the same, he nodded slowly.
“No.” He bit back his instinctively snarky comment. “I don’t suppose I am.”
“My eldest son informed me of your ancestry,” Gerald took a few cautious steps
forward, leaning against the cement table across from him. “And about your
rescuing escapades in that warehouse.”
Jensen remained stoically silent, wondering where the man was going with his
line of thought. His expression gave nothing away, and although it would be
safe to assume that he was going to thank Jensen for saving Jared’s life, he
found himself unwilling to put anything past the Alpha. For all he knew, the
senior Padalecki believed that Jared wouldn’t have been in danger to begin
with, if he hadn’t have gotten himself captured. Or inserted himself into
Jared’s life to begin with, both perfectly valid points.
Silence reigned between them for several moments, but before Gerald could break
it, the sound of an engine cut through the otherwise still air.
Chris.
Momentary relief settled over him. Having his surrogate brother around might
not ease the tension, but it would make him feel a whole lot better. He hated
that he was effectively hiding behind Chris, but even he had to admit on a
logical level that he wouldn’t stand a chance against a wolf, much less an
Alpha.
That relief promptly disappeared when he saw Chris’ passenger.
All at once, the reaction of the other wolves at the house filled his mind, and
he was in motion at the same time that Gerald Padalecki lifted his eyes to the
approaching vehicle.
Jensen cursed when Chris parked off. He had hoped that Kane would have enough
sense to hightail it away from Gerald, who was likely going to flip his lid
about Sophia…but that would have meant leaving him to face the Alpha’s wrath,
and Jensen knew that Chris couldn’t have done that.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to rip into him about it later.
He turned around to see Gerald taking determined strides towards them, his eyes
blazing with temper and directed at the former Morgan pack kin. Jensen pushed
Sophia behind himself and Chris, while idly observing that in a cartoon, the
elder Padalecki would have steam rising from his ears.
“What in the name of Mother Luna is this?!” he growled ferociously, and Jensen
could swore he saw the man’s wolf in his shadow for a moment. He fought back
the urge to flinch, bringing himself to his full height instead.
“Sir, I think you need to calm…”
“I was not talking to you, you pathetic little human!” Gerald spat, and Jensen
might have been insulted if he weren’t so worried about the way Chris was
bristling next to him. He touched his finger subtly to Kane’s wrist, warning
him to keep his calm. “I demand to know what is going on at once!”
Jensen took a casual step forward, angling himself in front of Chris in such a
way that the irate boy didn’t really register it. “I can explain everything, if
you’d be so kind as to back up a few notches and let Chris get Soph home.”
“That bitch is Morgan blood!” Padalecki roared, and this time, Jensen had to
physically restrain his best friend, holding out his arm in front of him.
Sophia caught on to his intention and wrapped her arms around his waist from
behind, which served Jensen well but only seemed to aggravate the Alpha.
Gerald clenched his fists tightly, turning around, and turning back, pacing in
a tight circle, and Jensen kept his eye on him warily. He’d learned a long time
ago, never to take visual off an unpredictable aggressor…
…which was why it was only on the fourth round of pacing that Jensen noticed
Chad slipping determinedly into a park, obscured mostly by the tree but enough
in Jensen’s line of sight to see him tapping his watch in an unspoken message.
Stall for time.
And that, Jensen knew, could only mean one thing.
His mate was coming.
The knowledge filled him with equal parts relief and concern. He longed for the
strength Jared radiated, and the comfort that came just from knowing that he
was near. On the other side of the coin, he hated for there to be even more
tension between father and son, once again inadvertently caused by him. He had
been mulling on the idea of trying to reach some sort of truce with Gerald
Padalecki, if only because of Jared, but with this, Jensen doubted it would be
possible.
“Sir, if you’d just…” he tried for a placatory voice.
“Don’t even,” Gerald warned, whirling around dangerously. Jensen held up his
hands, palms up, the universal gesture for peace, even as he placed himself
more prominently in front of Chris. Sophia kept him distracted somehow, Jensen
realized, when Kane made no move to dislodge him.
Satisfied that Chris and Sophia were safely behind him, Jensen took a few
tentative steps forward. “She’s not spying on us or anything, Sir,” he started
softly, keeping his voice gentle and even in order to try to get through to the
man. “You have my word. She’s left her pack for Chris, or she plans to, at
least.”
“Plans to?” he asked sarcastically. “Is that going to happen before or after
she reports to her devil spawn about the chinks in our armor?” he eyed Jensen
pointedly as he said those words.
Jensen felt the sting, although he tried not to show it outwardly. “She isn’t
going to betray us. She isn’t going to betray him! She’s his…”
“Do not tell me that they are mates,” Gerald interrupted him again, eyes
flashing dangerously in a way that really should have warned Jensen just how
close to the edge the man was.
“They are,” he nodded heedlessly, ardent in his belief. “They’re mates.”
“What do you know of mating, you insignificant little infestation?!” he asked
scathingly, taking a step closer to him. Jensen didn’t move back, his own anger
rearing up in his body.
Green eyes alight with fury, he ignored his common sense in favor of his white
hot temper. “I might not have grown up with the knowledge, but I know enough to
acknowledge them when I see it!” he retorted heatedly. “I know enough to
respect the sanctity of it, and I know enough to accept it. I know enough to
say that it transcends packs, and genders, and ages, and even species! More
than anything else, I know enough to know that I’m Jared’s and he’s mine, and
just because you’re too God damned bigoted to look past it, doesn’t make it any
less the truth!”
He didn’t see the man move. At least, not until one massive hand was hurtling
towards his face.
He dimly remembered Aldis warning him while they trained him, never to let his
temper precede his observation of the other person’s moves. That was always a
sore spot for him.
The next thing he registered, was intense pain exploding across his face,
Gerald’s backhand splitting his lip open, although it felt more like his entire
face had been ripped in two.
He hurtled towards the ground, and his head connected with something hard,
making agony erupt all over him once again.
Then, it was dark.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“What did you say Dad was doing today?” Jared asked his brother, fingers
tapping anxiously against his jean-clad knee. He’d consented to his older
brother’s driving, on account of the fact that he was too wound up to drive,
but without the focus on the road, his mind was left vulnerable to all the
thoughts of what could’ve been happening in that damn park.
Why? Why couldn’t Trouble just leave Jensen alone for a little while?
Jared remembered his blood freezing when Chad told him that his father had
cornered Jensen in the park near school, after Jensen had had words with his
brother. He made a mental note to ask his mate what had happened with Josh, but
the more pressing matter, was why his father had cornered Jen.
Listening, for once, to his better judgement, he’d asked Chad not to make his
presence known until Jared got there. He was worried that any antagonizing
might set his temperamental father off, and that couldn’t work out well for any
of them.
“He didn’t really mention it,” Jeff’s strained voice answered him. “Just said
he was going out on pack business.”
“What the hell kind of pack business did he have at school?” Jared knew that
his brother didn’t deserve his snappy tone, but there were precious few ways
for him to vent his growing frustration.
Luckily, Jeff seemed to be in a particularly understanding mood. “I don’t know,
man. I can’t think of anything. Beaver’s on the packlands today, and he was the
only person Dad would have even considered coming out to meet.”
Biting back the comments that threatened to spill from his mouth- because Jeff
was tolerant, but snarking at his driving tended to make the man real
unfriendly, real fast- Jared huffed out a breath, scrubbing his face with his
palms. He didn’t know what he was going to find when he got to that park…and by
Mother Luna, he couldn’t help but feel like whatever it was, it wasn’t going to
be good.
Jared had never wanted to be proven wrong more in his whole life.
Unfortunately, his instincts rarely were.
As they turned on to Singer Avenue, he was greeted by the sight of his mate,
strategically positioned to protect Kane and Sophia, in such a way that he
wondered whether Kane had even noticed. He felt his mate’s anger and
frustration over their mating bond, but he also felt the tension and the fear
and the indignation, all combined to make one hell of a volatile concoction.
He had no time to dwell on what his Jensen was feeling, however. Jared watched
in abject desperation as whatever Jensen said caused a trigger reaction. His
father backhanded his mate so hard that he heard the resounding clap from where
he was, and he was frozen in horror as Jensen’s head snapped to the side so
hard he had to wonder about the possibility of whiplash. Chris’ hand shot out,
his fingers ghosting a second too late over Jensen’s arm, failing to catch him.
Jared leapt out of the still-moving truck only to be treated to a dull,
sickening thud as Jensen’s head bounced off the hard ground.
That sound, more than anything, spurred him into action.
“Jensen!” he bellowed, sprinting on what felt like mostly numb legs, over to
his lover. He slid on his knees, stopping uncertainly at Jensen’s head. His lip
was split and there was a cut, and a major bruise on his forehead. Contrary to
the panic dominating his insides, his hands were gentle as he maneuvered
Jensen’s head carefully into his lap. “Jen?” he tapped the side of his mate’s
face ever so gently, mindful of the burgeoning red that was on his opposite
cheek. “Baby, wake up. I need you to wake up for me.”
Jared registered Chris coming around him, lifting Jensen’s legs up. Elevate the
legs. Restores blood flow to the brain, a voice in his mind supplied, sounding
suspiciously like Jensen. Jen had given them all the basic first aid lecture-
months on the streets had ingrained it into him- and Jared had once teased him
for it.
Never again.
“Baby?” he tried again, leaning in close, hunched over Jensen’s face, and
breathing the words into his ear. “Come on, Jen, you can’t do this to me, not
again. You promised me not to do this anymore. You promised not to scare me
like this. Normal, remember? We were going to try to be boring for a little
while, no more trouble and pain and fear. You promised.” Jared was barely
cognizant of the words streaming from his mouth, but he let them continue
regardless. “Can’t go back on your word, baby. You need to come back to me, you
need to let me see those beautiful green eyes. Come on, baby, please.” He
peppered feather-light kisses over skin that was hot to the touch.
“Jay.”
Jensen barely garbled the words, but it was still one of the most awesome
things Jared had ever heard. He breathed a shaky sigh of relief that was equals
parts a laugh and a sob.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m right here, love. Not going anywhere, I got you.” He shuffled
a little, trying to prop Jensen up against his knees. A pained little sound
came from the back of his throat, and Jared murmured a soft apology, settling
into a position that had Jensen sitting up against his chest. “I got you.”
“Need to stand, Jay,” Jensen croaked out, after swallowing a few times. “I
need…I think…I can’t…”
“Shh,” the future Alpha ghosted a finger along Jensen’s jaw, “I’m here. Just
hold on to my shoulders and I’ll help you, okay?”
Jensen started to nod, but he stopped the action abruptly, another whimper
escaping his lips. Jared’s heart hurt at the sound, but he focused on wrapping
both arms around Jensen’s waist and gently lifting his mate into a standing
position. He hadn’t realized until that moment, but Chad, Jeff, Chris and
Sophia were all around them, giving Jensen space and air, but forming some sort
of supportive shell, with the two of them at its epicenter.
As they stood, Chris immediately took hold of Jensen’s arm, helping to steady
him. Slowly, the terror of seeing his mate hurt- again- drained from Jared’s
body, leaving in its wake a searing and potent fury.
His limbs trembled with repressed rage, but he couldn’t allow his mate to get
hurt. “Chad.” His gruff voice seemed to catch Jensen’s attention, who looked
over at him. “I need you to take him.”
Having had Jared’s flank for as long as he did, Chad knew better than to
question him. The blond took over from him, wrapping a protective arm around
Jensen, and Jared kissed his lover’s forehead gently, away from the bruise,
before rounding on his father.
“You.” The word was stated with a voice of steel. Red flickered along the edges
of Jared’s vision as he started towards his father, the inner Alpha in him only
seeing the threat to his Beta.
Threat. Hurt mate. Destroy. Protect mate.
His wolf burst from his skin, indicative of his blinding rage. His father
shifted in response, and Jared barely heard the yelp from his mate. Suddenly,
Jeff was in front of him, standing between the warring Padaleckis.
“Jared, just calm down man,” Jeff mindspoke to him. “Don’t do this.”
“How could you?” he snarled instead, talking over Jeff to his father. “How dare
you…”
“How dare I?”his dad blustered, pawing the ground angrily. “That human has been
nothing but trouble from the outset for this family!”
“You’re the only one making trouble, Dad!”Jared tried to dart forward, but he
found his way blocked by Jeff. Uncaring, he shouldered his brother out of the
way, stronger with the force of his anger flowing through his veins.
His father glared at him, the aggression of their Alphas coming out in full
force. “Bush is not one of us! Who does he think he is, defending that
courtship? He is no one!”
“He is mine!”Jared growled. The adrenaline pumping through him decided that
enough words were said; it was time for actions.
Unfortunately, Jensen didn’t agree.
Before he or his father could pounce, Jensen was next to him, on his knees,
barely conscious and clutching on to him, batting away anyone else who tried to
extricate him from his hold on Jared’s fur.
“J’red,” Jensen breathed, pain clear in his voice. “Stop.”
Overriding all his other instincts, Jared’s protectiveness set in. The anger
drained away, leaving only the impulse: cuddle, protect, take care of mate.
“Both of you…” Jensen struggled back to a standing position, aided somewhat by
Jared pushing his muzzle up underneath Jensen. “Stop. Shift.”
Listen to mate. Make mate happy.
Without an argument, Jared shifted. Something hit his back, and he nodded his
thanks at Chad when he realized that it was his jeans. He pulled them on,
seeing that the rips in the fabric didn’t reveal anything raunchier than a
little thigh.
When he straightened, his father had also shifted, and was pulling on his own,
somewhat tidier slacks. His narrow-eyed suspicion showed in his gaze, which was
trained on him and Jensen, and rather than focusing on the rage that was
consuming him seconds ago, Jared concentrated on his barely cognizant lover.
“Chad, call Beaver,” he instructed quietly. “Tell him to meet us at our place.”
“Jay,” Jensen took in a shuddery breath, closing his eyes against the pain.
“Stop fighting. Enough.” Jensen leaned against him heavily, but faced his
father, and before Jared could stop him, Jensen was addressing his father.
“Sir…please reconsider. Chris has been nothing but loyal to your pack, even
though he had no reason to be. Trust him, if not her. If not me. If not the
mating. Don’t make Chris lose his family for someone he loves. That’s a choice
neither party really has to make.”
Jared knew that his mate was talking just as much about him, as he was about
Chris. Whether his father saw it or not, was no longer his concern. Jensen
swayed in his arms for the third time in a few minutes, and that? That was his
concern.
“It’s over, baby, come on,” he murmured, starting to gently, slowly, lead
Jensen towards his truck. “We need to get that head checked out, I think you
have a concussion.”
“M’kay,” his mate breathed, going almost lax against him. Jared caught him up
against his body and began walking them to the car, careful not to jar his
precious cargo. “Chris…”
“He’s with Sophia, love,” Jared said quietly. He read the concern in the pain-
filled, clouded green eyes, and kissed the eyes closed. “He’s not going to do
anything. I think he’ll just follow us, he’s more worried about you.”
“M’fine,” Jensen pouted adorably, starting to space out a little in a way that
Jared wasn’t entirely comfortable with. From his admittedly limited experience,
he knew that a dazed and confused concussion patient likely needed quick
medical attention.
“I know you are, baby,” Jared humored his mate, before turning to his brother.
Jeff had followed them wordlessly, swinging the keys absently in his hand while
casting concerned glances at Jensen. “I’m sorry for pushing you.”
“I would have done the same if it were Val,” Jeff shrugged it off, quirking his
lips in his forgiveness. “I’ll drive.”
Jared nodded grimly, tightening his arms around Jensen. “Step on it.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Jesus, it felt like a marching band was given carpe diem on his cranial cavity.
Jensen groaned at the dull throbbing in his face. His skin felt raw and hot,
and the tear on his lip felt like it was being stretched both ways, and all
that was excluding the hangover-from-Hell headache he was courting. It took him
longer than he would be comfortable to admit, but he finally managed to recall
what had happened.
With the painful flashes of memory came the knee-jerk concern for his Alpha.
“Jay?” he croaked, forcing his eyes to open and squinting against the sudden
influx of light. Even the slight movement caused by talking, sent shooting
pains that seemed to go directly to his brain, as though stabbing it with a hot
poker. Abruptly, the lights were dimmed to almost dark, and a large, warm hand
trailed gentle fingers up his jaw line. He leaned into the familiar touch,
releasing the muscles he wasn’t aware he’d tensed, and against his best
efforts, a small mewl of pain sounded at the back of his throat.
“Right here, baby,” Jared whispered into his ear, making him aware that Jared
was stretched out beside him, as close to spooning as he could get without
full-body contact. He wrestled his way out of the bubble of pain he was
encumbered in, forcing himself to turn slightly and face the concern Jared was
projecting. He pushed aside his burning need for some answers, trying to offer
comfort first instead. Reaching up and doing his best to ignore the pain that
accompanied every action, he brushed his knuckles across Jared’s cheek.
The Alpha leaned into his touch, the same way Jensen had done just moments ago,
and it was a testament to how well Jared knew him, that he began explaining
almost immediately.
“We left the park and brought you home. Beaver agreed to meet us here so that
he could see to you.”
Jensen nodded slowly. He vaguely remembered riding in Jared’s truck, cradled in
his Alpha’s embrace. He remembered soothing words and gentle caresses, and
focusing on Jared’s baritone voice to keep from passing out. He had been in and
out of awareness, but he’d had enough concussions in his life to know that he
absolutely had to stay conscious. After he was sure that Chris and Jared
weren’t going to keep fighting with Gerald, he had relaxed, hanging on to
Jared’s voice like a lifeline and hoping that the future Alpha wasn’t upset
with him.
“Beaver diagnosed a major concussion,” Jared continued, his voice strained,
“possibly a hairline fracture to your skull. Severe bruising to your face. And
you dislocated your jaw.”
That would explain why he couldn’t really talk.
Jared nuzzled his neck, his hand drifting down to rub against Jensen’s ribs.
“Jim still has some of that serum he made. The one that extracts the healing
properties in my blood?” Jensen nodded slightly to show he remembered what
Jared had explained to him after he’d woken up from his five-day coma. “He’s
bringing it over. He should be here in a few. There won’t be pain much longer,
love.”
He wondered to himself, whether Jim had mentioned to Jared that he would have
to re-set Jensen’s jaw before injecting the serum. Jared’s nerves were already
so frayed, that Jensen somewhat doubted it. He sighed inwardly; pushing his jaw
back into place would be excruciating, but at least he’d get the best pain meds
around thereafter.
Jensen laid pliant in Jared’s arms. He could hear sounds in the living room,
and from the voices he could pick out, Chad, Chris, Sophia and Jeff were still
there, probably waiting for him to feel better. With a wince, he realized that
now would be the best time to talk to Jared- as painful as that would be on his
jaw- without anyone listening in.
He turned to look at the handsome planes of his lover’s face. There was
something in the Alpha’s expression. Something that Jensen knew well enough to
read as important. He wondered what Jared wasn’t telling him…but decided that
he would ask after some of the torture had left those stunning, slanted hazel
eyes.
Steeling himself against the pain, he forced the words through his stiff and
aching mouth. “You ‘kay?”
“Not supposed to be talking, baby!” Jared chided him immediately, worried hazel
eyes snapping open wide to look at him. “You’re going to hurt yourself even
more…”
A frown marred his smooth face and a hand crept up Jared’s chest to rest
against his cheek. “You ‘kay?” he repeated insistently, repressing his groan at
the pain.
The future pack Alpha’s mouth opened again, looking ready for another
reprimand, before all the fight abruptly deflated from his body. His bottom lip
quivered once, twice, before Jared shifted on to his back and lifted one
muscular arm to throw across his eyes. Jensen situated himself slowly across
Jared’s chest and pulled at his wrist, urging him gently not to hide.
“He hurt you, Jen,” Jared’s broken whisper hurt his heart. “I can’t believe he
put his hands on you.”
Jensen batted at his lover’s arm until the slanted, glistening eyes were
trained on him. “Not ‘is fault,” he managed to utter. “Pr’voked ‘im.”
“Baby, Chad was there,” Jared huffed. “How is telling my father the extent to
which you believe in our matings, provoking him?”
“Rude.”
“Oh, yeah, and I’m sure he was Mr. Southern Charm,” Jared returned
sardonically. Like he was handling fragile china, Jared turned them over,
hovering over Jensen’s body, balancing his weight on his elbows on either side
of Jen’s body. As the Alpha looked over at him again, some of his features
softened. “Chad told me what else you said. That you told your brother not to
mess with the pack. That we’re your family.” His eyes softened even more, and
his voice came out husky and emotional. “That it was never a choice between him
and me, because it was always me.”
Sweat was beading at the back of his neck with the pain that speaking was
causing him. All he could manage, was a weak, “F’r’ev’r, Jay.”
It was enough, it seemed.
Jared leaned down, nuzzled his face with more tenderness than was strictly
necessary, and brushed his lips against Jensen’s pulse point. Jensen bared his
throat submissively, a deeper part of him noticing the Alpha’s need to reaffirm
as much as comfort. Jared growled lightly against his skin, proving Jensen’s
instinct spot-on.
“Mine,” he proclaimed, nibbling and sucking a path along Jensen’s collar. Jared
continued his torturously exquisite trail until he reached Jen’s heart, turning
his head and resting his ear over the beating muscle. “All mine.”
Love and lust clouded his mind, a welcome distraction from the throbbing pain.
Jensen reached up to tangle his hand in his lover’s brown locks, shifting
himself closer to the warmth that the Alpha seemed to always exude. “Always.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
“I’m feeling better already, Jay. Will you stop growling at Mr. Beaver?”
Ignoring his mate, Jared continued to scowl at the Padalecki pack’s healer.
“You should have told me you were going to have to re-set his jaw.” Jensen’s
scream of pain would play on replay in his nightmares, that was for damn sure.
Jim was ignoring his reprimand just as much as he was ignoring Jensen’s. “What
difference would it have made, ya idjit? I had to do it, whatever happened. It
was just a matter of how much we were all gonna agonize over it.”
Jared grumbled incoherently under his breath, seeing the reason in the older
alpha’s logic but not wanting to relinquish his irritation. Jim didn’t bat an
eyelid; he simply finished packing up his bag and checked once more on Jen’s
healed jaw and the bruises on his face that already looked a few days old. The
bruises on the side of his body, from the fall, had all but disappeared, but it
was still a consolation prize when Jared saw the bruise impressions that would
be on Jensen’s face for at least another two hours.
Apparently, healing was quicker to happen than the evidence of abuse leaving
the body.
His mate reached over and took his hand, squeezing it comfortingly as he sensed
the turmoil roiling inside him. Jared never ceased to be amazed at the power
his mate held over him; just the simple touch from Jensen brought calm to his
heart, made him clear-headed for the first time since Chad phoned him.
“Alright kid, you’re good to go,” Jim announced to Jensen, and Jared was glad
to see that the beautiful green eyes were now clear and warm.
“Thanks, Sir,” Jensen grinned, and Jared couldn’t help being amused. It often
slipped his mind, that Jim was also his Chem professor, and it made Jen flinch
whenever he would call the teacher by name.
Jim shook his head. “Yeah, sure,” he said gruffly, hiding the smile that Jensen
always seemed to bring out in the older man. “I’m glad you’re okay, Kid. I’ll
see you in the lab on Monday, I guess?”
“Yes, Sir,” Jensen nodded as they walked Jim out. “There are a couple new
theories I have to test out.”
Beaver turned around at the threshold, sending Jensen a quizzical look. “Are
you ever going to tell me what you’re trying to do, Ackles?”
Glancing over at his mate in surprise, Jared found him grinning mysteriously.
“Maybe one day,” came the sly answer.
Jared made a note to ask Jensen what he was doing- it made him curious to know
that Jim didn’t even have a clue. Jensen and Beaver geeked out over Chemistry
more times than Jared had paid attention, and it must have been something big
if Jen hadn’t even mentioned it to the man before.
In the living room, he forced himself to let Jensen out of his arms. Chris,
Chad, Sophia and Jeff all wanted their turns checking on his mate, and he had
had his time alone with Jen; not that it had been enough, or would ever be, but
that was not the point.
After all the hugs and the varying degrees of threats towards Jensen (Chris and
his “If you ever put yourself in front of me again, I’ll kick your ass myself”
being the most threatening of them) Jared knew it was time to bring his mate up
to speed on what they had discussed during Jensen’s brief stint in
unconsciousness. The only problem would be bringing up the topic…
Before he could say anything, shrewd green eyes became trained on him. “You’re
going to tell me whatever it was that you’ve been hiding since I woke up fully,
aren’t you?”
Jared blinked twice. Then again, he thought idly to himself, that might not
really be much of a problem.
“You sure your Shamanic history thing hasn’t given you freaky mind reading
abilities, Jense?” Jeff asked seriously, and Jared had to laugh at the surprise
his older brother was showing. He loved showing off how in-sync he was with his
Jensen.
Jensen seemed to be no exception. “Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ with a smug smirk
on his face. “I just know my mate that well.”
Whether he knew it or not, that was the first time Jensen had vocally
acknowledged Jared as his mate, in front of him.
It took the Alpha a hell of a lot to remember that now was the time to be
talking, and not almost becoming an exhibitionist with his sexy mate.
“Baby.” At the muted address, Jensen turned to face him, emerald eyes
concerned. “My dad should never have laid a hand on you.”
Jensen’s face softened. “Jay, I…”
“My brother’s right.” His defense came from Jeff. “He had no right to do what
he did to the Kanes, he had no right to display open hostility to Sophia
without even considering her fairly, he had no right to estrange mine, Chris’
and Jared’s mates from the pack, and above all, he had no right to lash out and
hurt you.”
The green-eyed man was quiet. Jared could feel the empathy across their mating
bond; knew that Jensen was trying to justify his dad’s actions in an effort to
preserve Jared’s childhood hero; and he loved him all the more for it. But if
the afternoon had taught him anything, it was that he couldn’t live his life
with his predecessor and father constantly disapproving and undermining his
mate and Beta. He loved the man, and he always would, but like Jensen had shown
with Josh, the bond between them went further than any other bond. There was
nothing in the world he would put in front of Jensen; not his family, not the
pack, not even himself.
Knowing Jensen would hear what he was trying to say, he aimed his softly spoken
words at him. “Never a choice, baby. It was always you and me.”
Sure enough, comprehension quickly fell over Jensen’s face, but the warmth and
love was quickly replaced by sadness and pain. “No Jay,” he shook his head
vehemently. “Whatever it is you’re thinking of doing, no.”
“Just hear us out, Jen, please,” Chris entreated quietly. The self-
recrimination from letting Jensen get hurt for him still hadn’t abated, leaving
the alpha’s blue eyes torn and tired. Jared knew that was the only thing that
kept Jensen quiet, and he immediately felt like a bastard for exploiting both
Kane’s pain and his mate’s compassion.
More important, however, was getting Jensen to agree to their suggestion.
“Jared doesn’t want to bring the pack into this,” Chad picked up where he left
off as Jared gathered Jensen in his arms, bringing him against his chest.
“They’d probably be on his side, but he doesn’t want to make them choose. We’re
pretty sure you won’t let him challenge his father either.”
“Damn straight,” Jensen nodded strongly, his hands briefly tightening on
Jared’s forearms. The Alpha thought it was a good thing that those hands
weren’t pushing him away. “So what do you guys propose we do?”
This sell, would be the difficult part. Jensen turned to him, seemingly knowing
without asking that Jared would be the one to tell him their idea. He took a
deep breath; it would be best to just rip the proverbial band aid off.
“We leave. Start a pack, all our own.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Blinking owlishly, Jensen focused on his Alpha. “You’re joking, right, Jay?” he
asked quietly, with a sense of foreboding in him that told him Jared was
nothing but serious. “Tell me you’re kidding.”
Jared was unwavering. “I’m not kidding.”
Jensen nodded decisively. “In that case, no. It’s not happening.” Before he was
surrounded by an uproar, Jensen held up his hands diplomatically. “Let’s start
on one side of the room,” he suggested, his voice only slightly tainted with
sarcasm, “so that I can listen to y’all tell me how y’all were driven crazy in
the space of an afternoon, in an orderly fashion.” Stepping out of Jared’s
arms, he held on to his lover’s hand to show him that there were no bad
feelings. “Jeff?”
“It’s the only logical step,” Jared’s brother stated. In any other scenario,
Jensen might have been amused at their obedience towards him. “I thought a
compromise could have been worked out, but even I have to admit defeat here.”
Nodding slowly as he considered Jeff’s words, Jensen flicked his eyes towards
Chris. His blue-eyed brother snorted mirthlessly, a bitter sound that he never
wanted to hear again. Before he could prompt him, Chris offered: “The man
disapproves of my mate and my brother. I think that’s enough of an explanation,
Jen.”
Wincing, he nodded. He could understand Sophia and Chris’ reasoning, and he
nodded at both of them to show that, but he couldn’t understand why everyone
else was acting as irrationally as they were.
“We can’t just abandon ship,” he argued, aiming his words at Jared. “I won’t
let you do this, I won’t make you choose between your family and me.”
Even as he said the words, the inklings of something sprouted into his mind. It
danced elusively on the edges of his comprehension, teasing him, and he shook
his head in an attempt to clear his mind enough to focus.
“You’re not doing anything, baby,” his lover returned calmly. “My father forced
my hand. He knows the strength of our bond, and still, he pushed me. He went
too damn far today.” The beginnings of the infamous Padalecki temper started to
show and Jensen fit himself in the curve of Jared’s body, a preventative motion
that calmed Jared down before he could get agitated. “Too far,” Jared grumbled
again, nuzzling his neck.
Jensen hummed distractedly, his mind still consumed by the overwhelming thought
that he was missing something very obvious. Facts drifted through his
awareness, almost forming a full picture, but coming just short every time,
like a frustrating jigsaw puzzle. He was vaguely cognizant of the stares he was
receiving, and of Jared’s hand gripping insistently at his hip, but he knew
that if he broke his concentration for even a second, the fleeting revelation
would be gone.
After several minutes, he finally looked up into concerned hazel eyes.
“Something’s missing,” he whispered in frustration, ignoring the inquisitive
quirk of Jared’s eyebrow. “What am I missing?”
The light tapping at their door didn’t much pull Jensen out of his reverie, but
when he saw their guest, he was surprised enough to snap back to reality.
“Megan?”
Jared took a tentative step towards his sister, and Meg threw herself into her
brother’s arms. Small sobs shook the noticeably smaller frame and Jensen racked
his brain for something- anything- that would calm her down. He hated seeing
the girl upset; Jared’s sister aside, she was a genuinely loving and sweet
girl, not unlike her brother, and he had come to see her as his own little
sister too.
As her arms erupted in goose bumps, Jensen was there with his jacket, draping
it around her shoulders and trying to be as unobtrusive as possible to keep
from disturbing her moment with Jared. The action was as unwarranted as it was
unsuccessful, because in the next minute, he had an armful of angsting
teenager.
“Shh, shh…hey, it’s gonna be okay, Meg. You’ll see. Hush.” He rubbed her back
soothingly, feeling out of his depth, but not having the heart to turn her
away. Wrapped up in his attempts at comfort, he completely missed Jeff’s fond
smile and Jared’s proud and loving gaze. “We’re here, Meg, we’ve got you. We’ll
make it okay.”
“I want to c-come with y’all,” the smaller girl hiccupped, tightening her grip
around Jensen’s stomach. “Please let me come with, I’m sorry my dad hurt you,
but please don’t leave me behind.”
“Whoa, whoa,” Jensen shook his head, gently but firmly gripping Meg’s shoulders
to meet her tear-filled eyes. “What are you talking about, Meggy?”
“I know you’re leaving,” the tearful teen answered miserably. “I want to go
with y’all.” She turned to Jared and Jeff, without leaving the safety of
Jensen’s arms. “I don’t want to lose y’all.”
“Meggy,” Jared began to shake his head, his eyes ravaged with pain and hurt. “I
can’t just…”
“No!” The vehement girl pushed away and led the way to the door, flinging it
open. “We’ve all made the same choice,” she gestured outside. “We don’t want to
stay in the pack without you.”
Exchanging puzzled glances, they trooped outside, and Jensen’s jaw dropped when
he saw their yard full of pack members, all looking to Jared as their future
Alpha. The expression on his lover’s face was a mix of awe and shock, and
Jensen was filled with pride at how many people were willing to follow Jared,
even if it was away from…
…home.
Jensen stopped in his tracks. All at once, that last, stubborn puzzle piece
slotted seamlessly into place in his mind, and a soundless gasp left his lips.
He figured it out.
His knees buckled and he landed bonelessly on the love seat on their porch.
This was bad.
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Chapter End Notes
     What did Jen figure out?
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***** The Traitor *****
Chapter Notes
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     that my big reveal doesn't disappoint anyone!! And I doubly hope that
     no one hates the way I handled Gerald!
     Extra long chapter to make up for my absence!
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~*Jared*~
 
His amazement at the pack’s dedication to him, was quickly extinguished by
foreboding when he watched his mate drop unceremoniously on to their porch
seat.
He took in Jensen’s ashen face, his rapid breathing and tight clench of his
jaw; the pack became a forgotten entity at the back of his mind, and he dropped
to his knees next to his stunned lover.
“Jen? Baby, what is it?”
Wide, frenzied green eyes snapped up, an aghast expression taking over Jen’s
face. “I can’t believe I didn’t see this before,” Jensen whispered, agonized,
before shooting up. “I’m a fucking moron! We need to get to the packlands, Jay.
We need to go right now!”
Jensen was already moving towards Jared’s truck by the time the Alpha had
gathered enough wit to comprehend what was going on. “Why do we…”
“There’s no time left, Jay!” Jensen stressed, agitation and fear pouring off
him in waves. Turning to the pack, he raised his chin in order to project his
voice. “Everyone needs to follow Jared and I to the packlands. This is no ruse,
and I assure you that your future Alpha and I will not be turning this into a
civil pack war. But right now, I need y’all to follow us.” As he said those
last words, his gaze fell upon Jared’s. His big green eyes were beseeching, and
Jared wondered why his mate thought he even had to ask; Jared would follow him
anywhere, trust him with anything.
Before he could voice that sentiment, an alpha from his pack stepped forward.
“We will follow our Beta with honor,” he announced, bowing his head towards
Jensen in a submissive gesture.
Jared didn’t know whether his pride or Jensen’s shock was stronger at that
statement.
His mate recovered faster than him, regardless, issuing his orders even as
Jared’s Alpha was still busy posturing.
“Mothers and kids under 16 stay here,” he ordered authoritatively, pointedly
ignoring Jared’s smug exterior. “To those coming with us, no action should be
taken without express directives given by either Jared or me.”
Forcing his Alpha back into his control, Jared jumped into his truck, opening
the door for his mate. “You think there’s trouble?” he asked grimly, feeling
the anxiety pouring off Jensen.
His lover seemed to be in his own world. “There’s something missing,” he
repeated his words from earlier, in the same tone of frustration. “What am I
missing, Jay, what can’t I see?”
Jared knew intuitively that his mate wasn’t expecting an answer. Jensen was
excellent at seeing patterns and making connections- he had seen that himself
when he witnessed JR in action- and he had the feeling that the hardass gang
member was making a comeback tonight.
His suspicions were confirmed when Jensen unconsciously ghosted his hand over
his ankle, where he normally kept a knife.
Worry mounting, Jared sped up, taking a sliver of comfort from the feel of his
packmates running in the woods that bracketed the road. A quick glance told him
that Jensen was still trying to fit things together in his mind, his mate
mouthing facts soundlessly as his fingers beat a staccato rhythm against his
thigh. Unable to resist, Jared grabbed on to his hand.
Jensen started, green eyes snapping over to meet his. Whatever his mate saw in
his gaze, softened the agitated planes of his face, and Jen squeezed his hand
in reassurance.
“It’ll be okay, Jay,” he murmured. “I promise, we’re gonna be okay.”
Jesus, Jared hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear his mate say that. The
tension that hadn’t left him since Jensen had taken that backhand, slowly
melted away, and his fear receded until, by the time they reached his house,
only determination was left in its wake.
The sprawling lands were bare as they pulled into the driveway. The wolves
surrounded them for a moment, before turning back into their human forms, each
one of them aiming confused glances at Jensen and Jared.
Uncertainty clenched a tight fist in his chest. “Jen?” he murmured. “What’s the
matter? What’s going on?”
Before Jensen could answer, Gerald Padalecki was coming outside, an unfamiliar
look on his face. Agitation and an interesting mix of other emotions clung to
the older Alpha, but seeing that his gait was targeted specifically at Jensen
was enough of a motivation for Jared to move protectively to stand in front of
his mate. A livid challenge glinted in his eyes, and it wasn’t until Jensen
tugged his arm, that Jared broke his visual of his father.
“Jay, not now. We have company.”
For some reason, Jared knew his mate didn’t mean their pack members.
He turned around to see nothing short of a Were army facing them, all looking
ready for war. Instantly, he shifted, sensing his packmates do the same, and in
the next moment, his father was next to him too. Jared didn’t move from his
position next to Jensen, and was glad when Chris flanked his mate’s other side,
Chad coming to flank his.
It was pack war.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
He had so hoped to be wrong.
Jensen knew he didn’t have the whole story, wasn’t really even sure who he
should be accusing, but he was going to have to wing this one, since he could
feel Jared’s residual confusion. Calling upon every last JR reserve in his
arsenal, he straightened his back, facing what he assumed was the Morgan pack
with an air of aloof that could only be managed from years of practice.
“Do y’all want to shift back?” he tossed out casually, crossing his arms over
his chest. “Or would it be less embarrassing to have your plans fall apart in
wolf form?”
The biggest wolf, with black fur and flinty brown eyes, snarled menacingly at
him. Jensen didn’t so much as flinch, knowing all too well the dangers of
showing weakness in front of the enemy, and after a full minute, he shifted.
A man with a salt-and-pepper beard took his place. He was handsome, in a rugged
sort of way, but the sneer twisting his face was downright malignant. His
boxer-clad body was decorated with scars and if Jen had to take a wild guess,
it would have been that he was face-to-face with the infamous JD Morgan.
Like a chain reaction, the Morgan pack shifted, and Jensen noted the familiar
faces of Jake, Sebastian and Mark. Pointedly ignoring Jake’s leer, Jensen found
Jared’s eyes, nodding slightly to give him the go-ahead to shift, too.
He returned his gaze to JD Morgan, unwilling to let the man out of his sight
until the pack had shifted completely. Morgan's eyes were mocking, but JR was
in the streets long enough to read the tension and the anger that laid beneath
his cool façade.
It was time for JR to get him to crack, and if there was anything Jensen
remembered and was great at, it was that.
He took a short step forward, all but ignoring Gerald’s eyes on him or Jared’s
presence at his side. “Didn’t expect this, did you?” he asked airily, waving in
the general direction of the pack behind him with unflappable calm. It was with
a grim sort of satisfaction that he noted a muscle in Morgan’s jaw twitch…he
had hit a nerve, and that only fueled his conviction.
“So you’re the human whore that has the Padaleckis all twisted into a pretzel?”
Morgan returned, regaining his composure slightly and aiming a sleazy smile at
him. Jensen recognized the diversionary tactic, scoffed at how see-through the
ploy was.
He adopted a cocky smirk. “Jesus, the way they talk about you, I didn’t expect
you to be stuck in amateur hour,” he drawled lazily, cocking his head to the
side. At the same time, he sent out calming feelings to his mate over their
bond. He might have seen through JD’s poor attempt to ruffle his feathers, but
he didn’t think Jared did. “I mean, human whore? Really? That just seems a bit
weak, is all.”
The JR part of him grinned as Morgan’s eyes narrowed. He obviously hadn’t
expected Jensen to bite back, and not for the first time, he was glad that his
opponent had underestimated him.
“Talking about weak,” his smirk widened, “let’s all take a moment to mourn the
loss of that half-assed play you thought you’d run,” Jensen shook his head,
clicking his tongue in mock sympathy.
That proved to be JD’s trigger. “You don’t know anything!” he snarled, taking
an aggressive step forward. Jared responded in kind, pulling Jensen behind him,
and he was quick to put his hands on the young Alpha’s hips.
“He’s baiting you,” Jensen breathed into Jared’s neck, so low that even Wolf
hearing wouldn’t pick it up. His lover’s muscles thrummed beneath his hands as
Jared undoubtedly fought against his protective urges. “Just relax, Jay.”
He could feel how much it took for Jared to let him stand next to him, and he
appreciated the show of faith. Channeling JR once more, he pinned Morgan with a
laser glare.
“See, JD,” he carried on conversationally, as though nothing had occurred,
“through no fault of my own, I’m pretty much a magnet for disaster. My luck is
really quite infamous, and while I’m not particularly proud of how much trouble
I can get into in any one space of time, it’s actually given me a fairly good
landmark for when things are just too fishy.”
Jensen paused, both for effect, and to give him a moment to read all the faces
that were in front of him. He scanned them with JR’s trained eyes, and when he
caught the otherwise imperceptible flinch, he allowed a triumphant smirk to
grace his features.
“You were a bit too quick on the draw, Jake.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
Jared’s head jerked to his mate’s. What did Abel have to do with anything? He
could read the concentration that his mate was masking, and he resisted the
urge to interrupt his flow, knowing that he would get his answers soon enough.
“What are you talking about, Ackles?” This time, it was Jake that took a step
towards them, and Jared thought he deserved some kind of a fucking medal for
not letting his Alpha take over and rip both father and son apart for so much
as looking at his Jensen.
“Like I said,” he focused on his mate’s calculating face, “I’m a pretty unlucky
guy. When I found out that mine and Jared’s secret had been compromised, we all
assumed that we had a traitor within the pack. I figured Lady Luck had screwed
me over again. But my brother…he kept mentioning this friend of his, who gave
him all the information he had.”
Slowly, the picture was being formed in Jared’s mind.
“I let my temper get the better of me, and I told him to leave. I told my own
brother that he didn’t have a chance if the choice was between him and Jared.
And then Mr. Padalecki just happened to show up exactly where I was…now, that
was when my radar went off."
Jared took a moment to marvel at how Jensen had managed to use his own
misfortune to his benefit, before he focused on his mate again.
"I was unlucky as all hell…but there was no way that the universe hated me that
much. I wondered what the Padalecki pack’s Alpha was doing so far from home,
but the more pressing issue, was that he had heard my conversation with my
brother. And that was almost the nail in your coffin, wasn’t it Jake?” Jensen
fixed Abel with a shrewd look, seeming to have forgotten his captivated
audience. “You thought Mr. Padalecki would hear me being disloyal to the pack.
But you, not unlike him, underestimated the mating bond between Jared and me.”
Jared thought he couldn’t well be blamed for his further display of posturing,
even in the face of a possible outbreak of pack war.
“You phoned him that day, made up some nonsense story about why he needed to go
to the park. Josh must have told you beforehand where we were going to be,
seeing as how you two got to be so chummy. My brother isn’t the best judge of
character, but bringing him into this was a dirty move, Abel.”
Jared caught the flutterings of Jensen’s temper, beginning to show through his
iron composure, and it was fascinating to watch as his mate gradually eased
back into calm. It was foreign for him, seeing Jen as JR over here, but he
couldn’t deny how incredible it was to watch him systematically tear the Morgan
pack down.
“That aside,” Jen foraged on, “you used, what, a burner phone?” He stopped to
roll his eyes. “Whatever it was, you told him…let me guess. That you had
information about his son’s mate? That you had the proof he needed, that I
wasn’t what everyone else thought I was?”
“That’s almost exactly right.” Jared was surprised his father’s voice piped up
from behind him. There was no denying the mystification in the elder Alpha’s
voice, and pride burst through Jared as his father finally acknowledged the
brilliance that was his mate.
If Jensen was surprised at the unlikely source of backup, he showed no outward
reaction. Honestly, Jared expected nothing less, since it looked like his mate
was still juggling several things in his head.
“It was just your luck,” Jensen continued, unfazed, “and just mine, too, that
Chris happened upon us. Before any issues could be resolved, a whole different
one was brought to the plate. Tempers raged, and you got exactly what you
wanted; an incident that would isolate the Padalecki Pack Alpha and his heir.”
Jensen shifted his gaze to JD, and Jared took great pleasure in the angry flush
that was coloring the insufferable man’s skin.
“And you just stepped in when it seemed like things were going to align for
you. Tell me again that I don’t know anything, JD,” Jensen sneered, tongue-in-
cheek. “Because I think I’m doing pretty well so far. Or am I wrong? Was Jake
not the one who exposed the big secret to my brother and set me up with Gerald
Padalecki? Did y’all not charge here with the intention of storming the
Padalecki lands, thinking there would be a massive pack divide?” He smirked
coolly. “Maybe there’s just a treaty meet you’ve brought your entire pack for,
that we just weren’t aware of.”
Jared wondered idly whether Jensen had purposefully lumped himself in with the
pack. Whether he had done it subconsciously or not, it seemed to have the
devastating blow he was looking for, with the Morgan pack taking a few
uncertain steps back, unease on the face of every last one of them. He tried
not to think about the devastation that could have been wrecked if Jensen
wasn’t as sharp as he was, wasn’t so stubborn about not making him choose
between him and the pack. His parents, his home, the rest of their
pack…everything could have been destroyed, if Jensen had only agreed to leave
with him.
He had to fight down nausea, and the almost crippling relief that his mate was
so perceptive and amazing.
JD took another step forward, and a warning growl was ripped from his teeth as
his Alpha moved to the forefront of his mind, every protective instinct on high
alert. It didn’t surprise him when Chris and Chad inched forward too, but it
nearly floored him when his father stepped in front of them all.
“That’s enough, Morgan.” His voice cracked as sharp as a whip, the Alpha timbre
in it stronger than Jared had heard in a long while. “Jensen makes some very
interesting points. What do you have to say about them?”
Jared was beginning to get whiplash from the 180-turnarounds in his emotions.
Hesitant hope took residence in his chest, tucked away for later behind his
worry and agitation. This was the first time his father had spoken his mate’s
name.
It’ll be okay, Jay. I promise we’ll be okay.
The words his mate had spoken to him, once a comfort, now also seemed like a
possibility.
Forcing his attention back to the situation at hand, he tensed his muscles,
awaiting Morgan’s answer. He absorbed the calming energy his mate was sending
to him, trying to send back some warmth and love in the hopes that it would
permeate his JR shell.
“I think we have a misunderstanding here,” Morgan finally spoke, his voice
saccharine and sleazy all at once. “I was as aghast as you are, to find out
what my son was trying to do…adolescent dreams of grandeur, you see.”
Jared thought that he really shouldn’t have been surprised at JD throwing his
son under the bus, yet the thrum of shock and pity still washed over him. By
the intermittent clenching of his jaw, Abel seemed to be feeling the betrayal
too.
“Hiding behind your son?”
Jared knew that tone all too well…Jensen was goading Morgan. But why?
“I gotta say, that isn’t really inspiring coming from someone who’s supposed to
be a big strong Alpha leader,” his mate drawled. To anyone else, it may have
sounded like a taunt, but Jared could hear the undercurrent of consideration
Jensen was taking with his words. He could see the calculating look in those
green eyes he loved so much, and he knew beyond a shadow of doubt that Jen was
looking for something more.
But what?
 
~*Jensen*~
 
He could feel Jared’s curiosity and confusion over their bond. Honestly, he
wasn’t even sure what was prompting him to bait Morgan; it was an instinct that
he had listened to, a JR instinct that he was so conditioned to acting on, that
it hadn’t even occurred to him to leave well enough alone.
Something was...off. Something about JD Morgan screamed wrong to him. Granted,
he had come to the packlands upon the realization that the traitor wasn’t
Sandy, like he had initially suspected, but rather someone in the Morgan pack
who had counted on creating tension, and then striking the pack at a weak
point. He hadn’t known it was Jake, at the time, but the young wolf’s reaction
when Jensen had begun talking about it had rightfully steered him to Abel.
All that aside, he was still getting a funkier vibe from Morgan, which was
saying a whole hell of a lot.
The way the man had shamelessly sold out his flesh and blood struck a chord
deep within him. Personal feelings aside, he had picked up on the manipulative
nature of the Morgan pack Alpha, and years of experience told him that finding
a single guilty party, didn’t necessarily mean that they’d gotten the most
treacherous predator of them all.
Something told him that there was a lot more to JD Morgan than anyone really
knew. And he wanted to find out what it was before it came back to bite them in
the ass.
However, it seemed that the Alpha was no longer willing to indulge in their
mind games, unsurprising, given how quickly he’d lost the first round.
“I won’t disturb you all with my pack’s politics,” Morgan answered smoothly. “I
am simply here with my pack to offer my apologies for my son’s actions. I hope
this will not impact our treaty agreement? I’m sure my dearly departed brother
would just hate for that to happen.”
His JR senses spiked viciously once more at the way JD had sneered at the
mention of his late brother. He made a mental note to ask Jared about that, all
while keeping his eyes trained on Morgan and Jake.
“Leave, Morgan,” Gerald Padalecki growled. “And see to it that you stay off my
packlands.”
Jensen could feel the disapproval rolling off his mate in waves, knew that
Jared hadn’t liked the way his father had handled the situation, but
objectively? Jensen was forced to agree with Mr. Padalecki. Had he been in the
same scenario, when he was rolling with Aldis and Matt and the gang, he
probably would have made the same call.
Anything to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.
If he were being optimistic, he would hope that Morgan had just been scared
into staying within the lines for the rest of his life.
Being the realist that he was, he knew that this was hardly the end.
Everything was still as the Morgan pack cleared out, a distinct air of relief
amongst the pack members. They broke out in murmurs between themselves, but
Jensen, Jared, Chris, Chad, Jeff and Gerald all remained on the front line,
tensed and on their toes, up until the moment that the last glimpse of the
rival pack was gone.
The minute they were, Jensen felt his lover’s arms wrap tightly around his
waist from behind. He sagged against Jared’s muscled body, letting out all the
tension coiled inside him with a drawn out, shaky exhale as he turned around to
bury his face in Jared’s chest.
“It’s alright, Jen, it’s okay,” Jared breathed into his ear, and he realized
belatedly that he was trembling with the adrenaline crash. “I’ve got you,
baby…we did it. It’s over, we’re all safe.” Jared kept up a mindless litany of
reassurances as he stroked Jensen’s back in soothing circles, patiently waiting
for him to regain composure.
It hit him again, suddenly, how close they had all come to an all-out war. How
close they’d come to a bloodbath. How close he had come to having to watch
Jared fight for his home and his family, and get hurt while doing so…and it was
that last burst of clarity that made him dizzy, knocking the air out of his
lungs and making him unsteady on his feet.
Sensing his crash, Jared started gently herding him towards what he was
cognizant enough to realize was the direction of his boyfriend's childhood
home. Another pair of gentle hands grasped on to his hand and arm, and the soft
tones of Jared’s mom penetrated his fog of awareness.
“Get him inside and on the couch, Jare,” she was saying softly. “I’ll send Jeff
to get the rest of the pack, and be back in a minute with some water for him.”
He allowed his boyfriend to all but carry him into the house, sparing a moment
to feel grateful when Jared dropped on to the couch next to him instead of
leaving him.
“Hush, baby,” Jared whispered, as though he could read Jensen’s thoughts, “I’m
not going anywhere. You can lean on me.”
He hadn’t realized he’d been waiting for permission, but once it was given, he
curled up into the heat of his Alpha’s body, letting his eyes slip shut as he
focused on controlling his breathing. A part of him felt embarrassed to be
reacting like this, but another, more logical part of his brain (that sounded a
lot like Jared, for some reason) told him that he had never been in such a
volatile and dangerous situation before. In the blink of an eye, everything
could have gone to hell, and that knowledge, combined with the fact that he had
family, had Jared, to lose? It was a potent mix for him to deal with.
A thought popped into his head, and he forced his sluggish mind to voice it.
“Are you okay?” he slurred. “You’re either hiding it, or handling it a lot
better than me.”
“I’m okay,” Jared laughed softly, long fingers carding almost absently though
his tousled hair. “And I had something you didn’t have.”
“What?”
“Faith in you.” Jensen could hear the Alpha’s smile in his voice. “I wasn’t so
afraid of things turning south, because I trusted you. You told me we’d be
okay, and I knew you meant it. You were in your element, Jen…there wasn’t a
doubt in my mind that you were going to play an ace.”
Jensen managed a wan smile, finally regaining some semblance of equilibrium. He
didn’t think he’d be running a marathon soon, but he felt comfortable enough to
open his eyes, look at the openly trusting look on his Alpha’s face. “That
wasn’t an ace, Jay,” he huffed a small laugh. “An ace would have been a done
deal…no, I was playing a deuce.”
“The wild card,” Jared smirked. “Just like you.”
The knowingness in Jared’s expression…
“You knew I was fishing,” Jensen surmised, his smile growing at the epiphany.
“You knew I didn’t have the full story, and you still believed that I would
come through?”
Leaning down, Jared pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot
beneath his ear. “You’ve never let me down, Jen. And you always figure it out.”
Warmth blossomed in his chest at the display of blatant confidence in him.
Jared, ever since that day in Chemistry when he’d fallen into the Alpha’s
chest, always had a way of making him feel like he could do anything. Like he
was invincible.
He wished he was, for Jared’s sake.
“Jensen, honey,” Jared’s mom bustled in, her usual smile conspicuously absent
as tension and worry wore down her features. “How are you feeling?” she asked,
offering him a glass of water and pressing her hand gently against his
forehead.
Jensen leaned into the motherly touch, accepting the glass and thumbing the
drops of condensation that were running down the sides. “I’m fine, Mam,” he
answered in what he hoped was a reassuring voice. “Just a little bit of an
adrenaline drop.” He took a small sip of the icy water, only to deepen it into
a gulp when he realized how thirsty he actually was. The frigid beverage slid
down his throat, energizing him and helping to clear his fuzzy mind. “Thank you
for all this,” he added politely, gesticulating around the living room
haphazardly, not forgetting the manners that Jody had drilled into him.
He was aghast, and more than a little confused, when the words prompted tears
from Sherry Padalecki.
A quick glance up told him that his boyfriend was even more frozen than he was,
and obviously wasn’t going to be much of a help. Fighting back the urge to roll
his eyes, he forced himself to stand up.
“Oh, no, no,” Sherry tried to wave him back down, swiping at her tears with
shaking hands. “I’m okay, sweetie, you need to…”
“It’s alright, mam,” he interrupted in a soothing voice, catching one of her
hands and gently maneuvering her on to the couch. It was easier than he
expected, slipping into the role of comforter, even without completely shedding
his JR skin. He knelt on the floor in front of her, smiling reassuringly and
keeping a firm gaze locked on hers, so that she could see the truth in his
words. “This was doubtlessly harder for you than it was for me. But it’s okay
now,” he repeated the words that Jared had told him, meeting hazel eyes over
Mrs. Padalecki’s head with a smile. “It’s over.”
Sherry grasped his hands, ignoring her tears now. “Jensen, honey, you saved my
entire family,” she told him solemnly. “You saved our pack, all of our homes…”
“No, mam,” he shook his head, trying to deflect the gratitude that shouldn’t
have been aimed at him. “I’m pretty much the reason this nearly happened, I was
really just doing the least I could do.”
“You’re wrong.”
For the second time that day, Gerald Padalecki’s words mystified him. He looked
up to where Jeff and Gerald stood, both of them with their gazes fixed on him.
While Jeff looked fond and grateful, he couldn’t read the eldest Padalecki, and
that more than anything prompted him to stand up, muscles coiled in defense.
Gerald took a step closer to him, and Jared seemed to be acting instinctively
too, since he immediately stood, angling himself protectively in front of
Jensen. The reaction caused a flicker of something to pass through the current
Alpha’s eyes; something that looked an awful lot like self-recrimination…could
even pass for guilt if Jensen didn’t know any better.
Before the eldest Padalecki could expound on his sweeping statement, a blur of
yellow and white rushed passed him and barreled into Jared, who in turn
stumbled back into Jensen. thankfully, JR was still firmly entrenched in him,
and so were his reflexes; hooking an arm around Jared’s waist ended what could
have amounted to a foray into human dominos. His boyfriend threw him a grateful
smile as he reassured a tearful Megan that yes, he was okay, and that yes,
everything would continue to be okay.
Though it had happened no less than an hour ago at his and Jared’s home, Jensen
was still caught off guard when he received the same reception from the
youngest Padalecki. His face colored at the audience that he had, but the
strange pull of protectiveness he had over the shaking form in his arms
demanded that he offer comfort first and foremost.
“We’re all good, Megs,” he told her soothingly, his voice sure. “I told you we
would be.”
The teen nodded, looking up to aim wide eyes at him, unshed tears glistening
brightly. “But what if we’d left?” she asked miserably, far too much guilt
weighing down her little shoulders. From the almost unnoticeable flinch that he
caught from his lover, Jared had wondered the same thing, and his answer was as
much for Megan’s reassurance as it was for Jared’s.
“Never would have happened.” His declaration rang with conviction. “I’d have
never allowed Jared to choose.”
Damn if Jensen didn’t feel ten feet tall when finally- finally- a smile came
upon Megan’s face.
And damn if he didn’t feel like Jared’s brand of invincible when his lover
mouthed a silent thank you at him, for the message that he had caught behind
Jensen’s words.
Like an invisible burden being lifted, both Jared and Megan’s shoulders
relaxed, and if nothing else, he was happy that he could provide that much
absolution.
 
~*Jared*~
 
Typical. It was damn typical of his beautiful, stubborn, perfect, self-
sacrificing mate to be offering comfort instead of allowing himself to bask in
theirs. Although he did admit that Jen had soothed his own guilt over wanting
to leave, he also knew that his mate needed some reassurance himself, maybe
even more so than them. Without mincing words, Jensen had faced down an entire
army of Weres in a bid to keep his pack safe, had put himself in the forefront
of the battle, armed with nothing but a suspicion, a brilliant mind, sharp
eyes, and even sharper wit.
As his mate looked at him now, standing tall and strong despite the bruises
still visible on his face from his father’s attack…he wondered how it took him
this long to recognize Jensen as his Beta. Pride had his Alpha preening on the
inside, but in a show of prioritization, he turned to face his father, body
still shielding his mate.
He had been lax up until now, but he was back in the game, and no one was
getting to his mate without going through him. Not for a long while.
“Meg, go upstairs,” he directed, allowing some of his own Alpha tenor to seep
into his voice. He could feel the outrage from his little sister, and nearly
rolled his eyes when he heard Jensen mumble,
“He means to say, will you please let us talk this out with your parents? We’ll
find you when we’re done, we won’t leave without telling you.”
His sister was more than pacified by his beautiful Beta, and she headed
upstairs with considerably more grace that she might have a few moments ago.
Biting back the urge to gloat about how diplomatic and gentle his mate was,
Jared instead just wrapped an arm around Jensen’s waist, dragging him close and
molding his Beta to the side of his body, even as he remained angled
protectively in front of him.
Based on the kind of day they’d had, Jared didn’t think he could be blamed for
his aggressive tone. “My mate still has the bruises on his face from your hand,
dad. You have a limited time to speak here, so make good use of it.”
His mom’s gasp overrode what his father might have been about to say. Unheeding
of his arm around Jensen, Sherry tilted Jensen’s face towards the light,
inspecting the mottled bruise that spanned the length of his jaw and spiraled
up his temple.
“Gerald Padalecki!” she snapped, turning around to face him with her hands on
his hips. Jared didn’t know whether to be amused or surprised at the chagrined
look on his father’s face. “I could just beat you around the head with my
spoon!”
An awkward sort of silence descended upon them at witnessing Alpha Gerald
Padalecki being admonished like a disobedient pup. The tension was shattered by
the most unlikely of things; his mate snorted under his breath, biting hard on
his lip, but unable to stop the giggles that escaped from him.
Jeff took that as permission to allow a snicker to fall from his lips, and even
Jared couldn’t help but smile, especially when he felt Jensen’s silent laughter
start to shake his mate’s shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” Jensen apologized around a muted chuckle, “but you’re kinda
badass, Mrs. P.”
A part of Jared was exasperated at his mate, for finding levity in what was
supposed to be a very serious discussion, but the more dominant part of him was
alight with warmth. Being able to ease the tension in a high-stress situation
was something Jen was good at, something he hadn’t been able to fully
appreciate until now. Now, when they had all been standing on a precipice that
could have thrown them into an abyss so easily, only to be dragged from the
edge by Jensen’s soothing nature.
He watched as a silent discussion took place between his parents, a lot less
tense than he’d been a few seconds ago. It was fun to watch them, knowing that
he shared the same thing with his mate, and he would have been lying if he said
that he wasn’t the teensiest bit smug that Jensen could read his Were thoughts
in human form.
Special, amazing, fantastic, beautiful Beta mate.
“Enough with the posturing, Jay,” Jensen elbowed him lightly, smiling to soften
the whispered reproach. “You’ve been doing it most of the day.”
“Not my fault that my pretty, pretty mate gives me so much to brag about,” he
grinned, leering enough to make Jensen blush.
“I’m not pretty,” Jen groused, pinching his side. “And you’re biased.”
“How about beautiful?” Jared teased. A mischievous sparkle twinkled in his eyes
as he reached the hand around his mate’s waist down to squeeze his ass. “Or
sexy?” he growled suggestively into Jensen’s ear, chuckling when his only
response was a muted squeak and another blush.
His groping was out of view of the rest of the Padaleckis, but even so, he
lifted his hand after a minute, urged on by the fact that his momma was in the
room, which was a definite mood killer. He consoled himself by nipping
territorially at the soft skin underneath Jensen’s jaw, with a whispered
promise of, “Later.”
From Jensen’s shiver, he wasn’t the only one who was already counting the
seconds.
He straightened up as his mom left, his guard coming back up. His father sensed
it, and another look of guilt crossed his eyes.
“Jensen.” To all of their surprise, the elder Alpha directly addressed his
mate. “To be quite honest…” he hesitated for a second, looking like he was
struggling to find the right words. “I’m not sure whether I should start with
an apology or my gratitude.”
A minute tremor rocked Jensen’s body, and Jared tightened his arm, offering his
support. Fighting back against his volatile temper, he managed to stay quiet
while Jensen recovered from his shock. He knew enough of his lover to know that
a defense wasn’t necessary- not yet- so he dutifully kept his mouth shut.
Finally, Jensen raised a hand to run through his tousled, dirty-blonde spikes,
blowing a breath through his teeth. “You don’t owe me any gratitude, Sir. Today
shouldn’t have happened to begin with…”
“Exactly,” Gerald interrupted, shaking his head tiredly. Suddenly, his once
infallible dad looked older than he had ever seen him. A part of Jared
softened; his father looked genuinely remorseful, and while it was Jensen he
would have to make it up to, Jared decided he wasn’t going to be difficult
about it, provided that his mate was treated right this time. “Nothing like
this should have happened, and yet it did, on my watch. Yours were the actions
that saved our pack, today, that saved our homes.”
He could feel the moment Jensen let go of any ill feelings towards his father;
muscles uncoiled from their instinctively defensive posture and a small sigh
escaped his full lips.
“Mistakes have been made, Sir,” he allowed. “By all of us. We should never have
kept things a secret from you when it involved the pack. However...the
important thing isn’t fixating on who spilled the most milk; it’s finding a way
to mop the mess up so no one ends up slipping on it.”
Gerald nodded, a look akin to respect flashing across his face. “Ordinarily, I
would have agreed with that. Probably would have suggested it myself. However…I
think that, if I’ve driven my sons to the point where they’d be happier away
from home…it’s come time to mend some fences.”
His mate’s eyes flicked quickly to his before returning to his father’s. “Would
you like me to give y’all some privacy?”
His dad flinched. “That would be my first mistake,” he shook his head ruefully.
“I should never have isolated you the way I did.” His gaze transferred to Jeff.
“The same way that I shouldn’t have isolated Valerie.”
Jeff was quiet, and Jared watched as a plethora of expressions flashed through
his brother’s eyes.
“What’s brought this on, Dad?” Jeff finally asked, moving to stand a little
closer to them. “Why the sudden change of heart?”
Jared was glad he’d asked, because he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.
All the hurt, all the pain that had been festering since the first time he’d
brought his mate home…it felt like it was killing him. All the fighting he’d
done with the person he thought would always have his back…
He had begun to resign himself; begun to accept that he couldn’t have the both
his family, and the man he loved. With the possibility staring him in the face
now, taunting him with how enticing it was, it was incredibly difficult to
trust himself. He didn’t know whether he wanted to beg for the chance to have
it all, or whether he wanted to stand firm and tell his dad that the damage was
too far gone.
To all of their surprise, it wasn’t Gerald that answered.
“The prospect of losing his family is enough to make a man capable of
anything.”
Jensen’s eyes were trained on the Senior Padalecki as he spoke, and Jared’s
fingers were unresponsive as Jensen pulled away from his protective hold.
Inching forward almost cautiously, his mate stood in between them, the perfect
picture of a mediator.
“That’s what changed your mind, isn’t it Sir?” Jensen asked gently, with all
the caution of an experienced negotiator approaching a hostage situation. “It
was seeing how easily today could have turned bloody, and knowing how badly
things would have been left.”
“I always thought that I had time to figure everything out.” Despite
everything, the anguish in his father’s voice struck Jared deeply. The little
boy in him felt scared at the prospect of his hero being vulnerable, even as
the adult in him wanted to extend a hand to the father that had always had his
own hand out to him. Save the man who had saved him from his fears more times
than he remembered.
“After the fight with Jeff,” his father continued, looking at his older
brother, “I thought that one day, I would be able to patch things up. When the
twins were born, I thought that I could make my apologies then, beg you to see
my grandsons. Both times, the need to be a fearless and unyielding Alpha
overrode all of my better instincts. It happened again with you, son.” Jared
started as his father’s eyes found his. “I did the same thing, except I went so
far as to degrade your mate, insult him, even offer him money to go away.”
An involuntary growl escaped his lips; Jensen had never mentioned that
particular detail to him.
His father kept speaking, either heedless or desperate. “All of this and I
still foolishly thought that you two would forgive me. When Morgan came today…I
realized that I don’t have the time I once thought I had. And if I continued
the way I was, I wouldn’t have sons to forgive me anymore, either.”
Finally, the eldest Padalecki shifted his gaze back to Jensen.
“Back at the park,” Gerald spoke in a low voice, “you told me that you knew
Jared was yours, and that you were his. You told me that just because I was too
bigoted to see it, that didn’t mean it wasn’t true.”
Jensen flinched slightly, even as Jared barely buried his proud beam.
“About that…” Jensen rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m sor-“
“Don’t,” Gerald chuckled slightly, shaking his head. “I learnt several things
from that encounter. One, being that you have balls of steel, Kid.”
Jensen let out a surprised laugh, and Jared and Jeff exchanged faintly
mystified grins.
“You got guts, and I deeply respect that. Secondly,” the Alpha continued, “it
was the damn truth. Granted, it was a truth I wasn’t ready to face, and one I
definitely wasn’t ready to have slammed into my face, but it was a truth
nonetheless.”
That cautious hope that had been bubbling under the surface of Jared’s
emotions, grew. Did his father…was he saying what Jared desperately wanted him
to say?
“Thirdly,” his father still hadn’t broken eye-contact with his mate, “there are
only a few people on the face of this earth who have the strength and sheer
nerve to face down an Alpha were. Not only face down, but stand up against, and
set straight.” Finally, brown eyes found his own. “It is the mark of a true,
and truly strong Beta.”
Jared wasn’t sure he could speak if he tried. He was fairly certain his brother
and mate were experiencing the same problem, but his father seemed to be on a
roll, stepping carefully closer to Jensen as he spoke.
“It was at that moment that I realized what a short-sighted, narrow-minded fool
I had become. Here, a human, my youngest son’s mate, knew better than me. Could
find it in himself to stick up for the people he considered family- pack- when
I couldn’t do the same with my own sons. I knew then, that you were definitely
Jared’s Beta, and that you both would far surpass what we’ve been able to build
the pack to.” A remorseful look dominated Gerald’s face, making him look years
older than he was. “I could blame what happened next on several things. I could
say it was the pain of realizing how much better you were than I thought. How
much better than me you were. I could say it was the disappointment in myself
for letting myself become nothing better than a closed-minded control freak. I
could even say that it was the anger for the points you were making, that I so
didn’t want to hear. But nothing,” he shook his head vehemently, “nothing, not
one single thing, could excuse what I did. Not a damn thing.” Slowly, so as not
to startle him, Gerald lifted his hand and pressed his fingertips lightly over
the bruises marring Jensen’s pale skin. “This never should have happened, and I
will always regret that I ever allowed myself to stoop this low.”
Taking advantage of their continued silence, his father addressed them all once
again, without moving from where he stood. For once, Jared’s Alpha was calm,
content to allow his father’s proximity to his mate, not sensing any danger to
the man he loved.
“Jeff,” his father spoke softly. “I’m so sorry for never making Valerie feel at
home here, when she should have been. I’m sorry for making it so that you feel
like they aren’t welcome here, and I’m especially sorry for how long it’s taken
me to make this right. I hope you and your beautiful wife can forgive me…and
maybe allow your mother and I to meet our grandsons.”
Gerald turned to Jared next, and the Alpha heir forced himself not to flinch
underneath the sudden attention. He straightened where he stood, and Jared
didn’t miss the flash of pride in his father’s eyes for it.
“Jared, I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through these past few months.”
A part of him felt surprised at the continued show of emotion from the very man
who once told him that strong Alphas never allowed their feelings to rule them.
He shut that part of himself up, intent on listening to what his father had to
say.
“As my heir, I was worried that you were making a choice that could bring our
pack and your family under attack,” his father explained, an almost chagrined
look in his eyes. “As my youngest son, I was afraid that you were going to get
your heart broken. Humans, no offence,” he added quickly, glancing at Jensen,
“were never painted in a very favorable light to me. I was taught from a young
age that Were lived peacefully among them, but never trusted them. I’m sorry
that my prejudices and doubts encroached on the things that should have made
you the happiest man alive.” Suddenly, a melancholic smile lifted Gerald’s
lips. “You’ve grown up into a fine, strong, capable Alpha, son. I’m incredibly
proud of you, and you’ve proven to me countless times during this debacle that
you are going to be everything great that I could never have had the courage to
be. You did good, buddy.”
The childhood endearment nearly did him in; as it was, he was struggling to
maintain his composure in the light of his father’s- his hero’s- pride.
As his father turned to Jensen, he found himself holding his breath. Jared knew
that, despite the apologies Jeff and him had received, it would be the next
words out of his father’s mouth that would decide the entire course of action
moving forward.
As though he sensed the invisible pressure being put on his words, Gerald
Padalecki took a deep breath.
Jared braced himself.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
He hadn’t felt this nervous facing off against Morgan.
Jared might not have been in his wolf form, but the bond between them was
stronger than describable, and Jensen knew exactly how his lover was feeling.
He picked out the love and pride and happiness and relief and hope easily
enough. The importance his Alpha was placing on the eldest Padalecki’s words
also wasn’t lost on him, and he hoped for Jared’s sake as much as his own that
Gerald meant what he was saying about the acceptance.
He locked eyes with the seasoned Alpha, bracing himself for the worst but
daring to hope for the best.
“I’m sorry.”
Jensen blinked owlishly. Despite everything that the older man had said thus
far, he hadn’t expected to be given the words. He knew the man was remorseful
over what had happened between them all, but he had thought that the clear
apology in his eyes was enough to bury the proverbial hatchet. He didn’t need
the lengthy apology; just as long as Gerald had given Jared the absolution his
lover had wanted, Jensen was content.
“Sir, you really don’t…”
“I do,” Gerald interrupted him again. “I’m so sorry for the manner in which
I’ve treated you. I’m sorry for every harsh word I’ve thrown at you, and for
every unfounded doubt and misconception, and most of all, I’m sorry for ever
laying a hand on you. I can’t promise that I’ll never have reservations, and I
can’t promise that I’ll always have the best decorum when pointing those
misgivings out,” he smiled wryly, in that infectious way that Jared seemed to
have inherited from him, and Jensen had to grin back. “But,” he continued,
shrugging lightly, “I can promise that I will try to keep from stepping on any
toes, and that I will be trying my utmost to treat you with the respect that
you rightfully deserve.” Solemn eyes sought his out, and the current Alpha
grasped his shoulder in a strong grip. “I’m sorry that I underestimated what a
powerful and advantageous addition you are to this pack. I saw today, your true
worth, and I apologize for allowing things to go this far before I made myself
recognize it.”
Jensen thought that it would be difficult. He thought that he would never know
how to respond, and never know how to handle a situation so focused on him.
In the end, it came to him as naturally as breathing.
“It’s okay, Sir. Apology accepted.”
###
Needs a little more silver, Jensen decided, looking at the painting in front of
him.
It was one of his frees, and as he had been doing for the better part of the
week, he was using his time to perfect the oil painting of the Jay Star that he
had promised Jared on their first date. It seemed like a lifetime ago, now, and
when Jensen realized that he’d never made good on his promise, he figured it
would double as one of the birthday presents he gave his loveable mate.
Jared’s birthday was still three weeks away, granted, but Jensen was already
planning to make everything as perfect as humanly (and werewolf-ly) possible.
For once, things were quiet and peaceful in their lives, and Jensen was
determined to give Jared an amazing birthday for everything that the Alpha had
been through the past few months.
Aside from the painting, Jensen was arranging a surprise party for his lover at
the club, and thanks in large part to Chris’ repeated pushing, he was going to
sing for Jared in front of all their friends. He knew how it had made the Alpha
feel before, in front of strangers, and he knew it would be more powerful in
front of their group of friends and pack family. He wasn’t sure, yet, what song
he would sing, but he knew that Chris had a couple of ideas.
His biggest plan, and gift, was also his most closely guarded secret. Making a
call to Dean and Benny, and some of his other JR associates, he’d managed to
call in an obscene amount of favors and acquire all the necessary parts to
fully restore Jared’s grandfather’s Impala. His lover had some wonderful
memories of the car, and it was easy to see how important it was to him. More
to the point, Jensen loved cars and engines even more than he loved Chemistry,
and just as much as he loved his art. It had been something Eric had taught him
when he was younger, and from his time as JR, he had only learnt more of the
inner workings of cars.
So while the parts, favors inclusive, had cost him more than he cared to admit,
he was most excited about that gift. His cover stories with Eric running thin,
Jensen had moved back home, and Jared had went home too, so that left their
little home uninhabited, and ergo the perfect working space for his restoration
plans.
Jared being home had provided the illusion of safety and a united front for the
pack, which greatly added to the smoothness of the past week. It was incredibly
odd, however, to go to bed every night without his mate’s strong arms
encompassing him, and both of them were still trying valiantly to readjust to
not being within arms’ reach of the other anymore.
He missed Jared something fierce, even here in school where he was literally
just a few corridors away. He knew his lover felt the same, and he briefly
wondered whether he should hunt the Alpha down where he was probably on his way
to English. Before he could decide, his phone buzzed insistently in his pocket,
and he grinned when he read the caller ID.
“I was just wondering whether I should track you down and come say hi,” he
informed his mate in lieu of greeting. “Even five minutes before you go to
class would be better than nothing.”
He could practically see Jared’s responding smile. “Good to know I’m not the
only one going ten types of crazy missing my mate. Let’s go out tonight, baby,
just you and me.”
Warmth bubbled in his chest at the thought. “Yeah, of course, Jay,” he didn’t
hesitate to agree. “Where do you wanna go?”
“I was worried you’d have to work,” Jared told him happily, and Jensen smiled
at the excitement in the Alpha’s tone. “Seeing as how you’re off…let me take
you to dinner?” he suggested hopefully. “Someplace quiet, where we can be
alone. I don’t want to share you with anyone tonight, baby, and I think you
could do with a night away from the loudness that is the club.”
“Sounds just about perfect, Jay,” he admitted. “I don’t really feel like
sharing you tonight either.”
“Awesome,” Jared returned warmly. “I’ll pick you up at 8. Wear something
pretty,” he teased.
“Should I expect flowers and a personal violinist at the table, too?”
Jared snorted at the perfectly level voice of his sarcasm. “Red roses, and he’s
actually a sax player.”
“Ooh, going all out, Jay,” he snarked, feeling a grin pull at his lips. “I’ll
try to keep from swooning too much.”
The Alpha laughed again, and the sound was like an anchor to Jensen, grounding
him where Jared’s absence had left him feeling afloat. He sensed that something
else was on his mate’s mind, and he waited patiently as Jared worked up the
nerve to tell him, swishing barely-there strokes of silver into the gold of the
Jay Star.
“Can I ask you something, Jen?”
“Mm,” Jensen hummed immediately. “Anything, Jay.”
“Do you think I’m weak for wanting to forgive my father so easily?” Jared asked
in a small, almost timid voice. “Jeff had the courage to walk away, defending
his mate. Aren’t you mad that I didn’t?”
After Jensen had accepted Gerald’s apology, things had settled down with an
ease that almost startled the artist. It seemed that everyone had taken their
cues from his reaction, all of them willing to forgive Gerald, just as long as
he had, too. Once gaping wounds were healing slowly, and Jensen had wondered
when this moment would come.
Too much had happened for him to hope that they would all become one big happy
family overnight; he knew that, and he accepted it. They had to deal with
everything in their own ways, and Jensen was irrationally happy that Jared was
allowing him to help in whatever way he could.
“Not mad, Jay,” he reassured his boyfriend gently. “Never mad. I’m proud of
you.” He could practically hear Jared’s skepticism over the phone, and he
sighed. He knew he had but one chance to say this right, and he also knew that
saying the right thing in this case, was the difference between healing the
wound, and opening it up to infection.
Finally, he spoke, his voice soft and his tone ardent. “It takes an enormous
amount of courage and strength to hold on to two different pieces of rope that
you felt were pulling you in different directions. It’s the mark of a true
leader, Jay. Anyone can run away, but it takes the truly great to stick around
and either find a way, or to make one.” He let his words sink in fully for a
minute, before adding, “You’re the strongest man and Alpha I know, Jared
Padalecki. Don’t for one second think you’re weak…loving your family and
fighting for them are some of the reasons that I’m so madly in love with you,
and they’re also reasons that you’re more powerful than the others. The most
powerful leaders, Jay, are the ones who aren’t afraid to feel.”
Jensen hated that his lover always second guessed his emotional side, and he
was determined to make the Alpha see that his heart was his biggest asset, not
his biggest risk.
Which was why he was so happy when Jared accepted his answer. More than just
listened to it, he had accepted it, and when they reluctantly hung up because
Jared’s English teacher had walked in, Jensen felt the tiniest bit lighter for
it.
Dropping his dirty paintbrush into the pot of murky water next to him, Jensen
stretched, his back cracking as his joints fell back into place. He had been
hunched over that painting far too long, but he was way too happy about the end
result to be concerned for the protests his neck was making. Taking care to
hide the still-wet canvas behind some of his other works, he began humming
inanely under his breath, reveling in the simplicity of getting ready for his
boyfriend’s birthday without some sort of imminent threat looming above their
heads.
Really, Jensen should have known better than to test Fate.
As he moved to the basin to wash his hands, Jensen was stopped dead in his
tracks but a fierce, sharp burst of pain through his head. With a small,
agonized cry, he fell to the cold floor, barely registering the sharp crack as
his knees collided with the tiles. Amidst the awful searing in his head, all
other pain was overshadowed.
“Jared,” he whimpered softly, instinctively, as another bolt of agony tore
through him, relentless, mocking, violent. Curling into a fetal position, he
gripped his head, small mewls of pain escaping his lips as he prayed to whoever
might have been listening, for the awful hurt to stop. Shutting his eyes
against the onslaught of agony, his eyelids were suddenly painted with images.
Images that weren’t familiar to him, and images that he, by all rights and
demands, should not have in his head.
Darkness.
Howling winds nearly bending the trees around him.
The feel of crunchy soil against his palm.
A flash of black and amber.
Phantom taunts and malevolent laughter filling the still air around him.
Ripping pain.
With a half gasp, half strangled cry, Jensen returned to his senses. As
abruptly as it had come, the pain had disappeared, and he was left on the
floor, gasping and winded and confused, and aching for the comfort of his mate.
He palmed roughly at his chest, half-expecting to find it ripped up and
bleeding, and starting visibly when his hand touched nothing but soft plaid and
warm skin.
What had just happened?
###
Chapter End Notes
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***** Normalcy is Overrated *****
Chapter Notes
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     this is a fluffy chapter; happy times, but no answers just yet! *Cue
     evil laughter*
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     y'all! <3
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~*Jensen*~
 
“Fuck!”
Jensen grimaced in pain, instinctively sucking his throbbing index finger into
his mouth and wincing at the coppery taste of blood that exploded across his
tongue. He glared at the underneath of the Impala’s hood, wondering what he
possibly could have touched that managed to slice his finger open.
“I told you to be careful,” Chris piped up from behind him. He redirected his
glare to his best friend, who unabashedly smirked at him in amusement.
“You could try not to look so entertained, Kane,” he grumbled around his
wounded finger. Chris laughed, ducking when Jensen threw an oil-stained rag at
him. Ignoring his pseudo-brother, Jensen sucked his finger one last time before
inspecting the jagged cut. As soon as it left the suction of his mouth, red
beaded across it rapidly once more.
“S’it deep?” Chris asked, and even though there was still some amusement in his
eyes, Jensen was appeased by the soft gentleness in his tone. Kane could tease
all he wanted, but when it came down to it, Jensen knew that his protective
instincts outweighed everything.
“Naw,” he shook his head with a small smile. “Not deep enough to need stitches,
at least. Just gonna have to put some pressure on it.”
Chris wordlessly tore off a clean piece of the old t-shirt Jensen was going to
use to wash the car, offering it to him.
“Thanks,” he mumbled absently as he tied the strip around his finger, using his
teeth to pull at the opposite length of fabric.
Chris regarded him speculatively. “You’re pretty adept with injuries,
Freckles,” he observed, with forced casualness.
“Mm,” Jensen nodded serenely without missing a beat. “More or less had to be
when I was JR.”
His best friend smirked at the name, distracted just like Jensen intended him
to be. “Damn,” he chuckled gleefully, “I still can’t believe the way you tore
down Morgan’s whole plan like that. That was so fucking hardcore, man! I think
half our pack might have fallen in love with you after seeing that.”
Jensen winced. “Don’t tell Jared that. I don’t want to have to convince him
another time, not to leave his pack.”
“Noted,” Chris snickered. “Seriously though, even after you told me about that
time in your life, I never expected to see you become such a badass. It was
like seeing a different person.”
“It was a different person,” he corrected lightly. “JR is someone full of false
confidence and the kind of swagger that comes from always expecting to be
right. He’s also someone who can switch off all his emotions and evaluate any
scenario with a kind of heartless criticality.” Looking up into enraptured blue
eyes, Jensen shrugged. “I’m not really like that. I just had to become like
that to fit in, and stay ten steps in front of everyone else.”
“I hear that,” his best friend nodded. “While I’m glad you don’t have to be him
anymore, I’m also glad I got to see him once.” He grinned mischievously. “At
least now I know the type of guy behind the name I’m gonna throw around if I’m
ever around a gang.”
Jensen threw his head back with a laugh, reaching up to pull the hood of the
Impala down. He tapped the car affectionately after closing it, throwing his
words over his shoulder, “Let’s hope you never have to throw my name around,
man.” He flicked his head at the passenger’s side door. “Hop in. Let’s see if
she’s running.”
He really hoped it would. He had no time left, really, and he couldn’t afford
for anything to go wrong. Jared still hadn’t told him it was his birthday- it
was a good thing that Jensen remembered his boyfriend mentioning his birth date
when they’d first become Chemistry partners- but that didn’t mean that Jensen
had unlimited time. He had to be ready in time for the surprise party he was
planning for Jared at the club for that night.
In the spirit of secrecy, Jensen had enlisted Chris’ help, so Jared wouldn’t
get suspicious of all the times Jensen couldn’t see him. Kane had dutifully
spent afternoons with him without complaint, and he thought it was only fair to
let him be there when he first turned the ignition in the beautiful car.
He slid his body into the driver’s seat, patting the dashboard lovingly as he
did. “Come on, baby,” he murmured. “Jay’s birthday is in two days. Now, we’ve
spent just under three weeks together, and we’ve had some good times, right?
Now, I need you to work with me, okay? You can do it, baby, come on.”
He fitted the key into the ignition, ignoring Chris’ incredulous look.
“Are you…did you seriously just talk to the car?” he asked disbelievingly.
“It’s just a…”
“Shut up!” he snapped, before caressing the wheel with his left hand. “Don’t
listen to the mean old hippie, baby,” he cooed, “he just doesn’t understand
you.”
“Jesus Christ…”
Steadfastly disregarding Chris’ grumbles, he took a deep breath and turned the
key…
…grinning like a maniac when a deep, throaty purr permeated the air around
them.
He let his head fall back on to the seat. “Mm,” he sighed happily. “Atta girl.”
“Better not act like this when you show Jared the car,” Chris snarked. “He’s
supposed to be the only one who makes you orgasm, and I’m sure you wouldn’t
want him destroying the car after you spent three weeks fixing it.”
Jensen was about to retort with a snippy comeback, when he allowed himself to
really think about Kane’s words. “Huh.” He frowned, huffing a breath. “I guess
you have a good fucking point, man.”
###
“You reek, sport.”
Jensen huffed a breath and rolled his eyes, half exasperated at the greeting
and half amused at his childhood nickname slipping out so naturally after all
these years. “Hi to you too, Dad,” he returned sarcastically, bypassing the
kitchen island where Eric sat reading the paper with a cup of coffee. He
reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, realizing only belatedly
that for the first time in years, the term ‘Dad’ had come off his tongue as
easily as Eric calling him by his nickname.
“Hi, back,” his foster father’s smirking face distracted him from thinking
about it too much. “You reek, sport.”
“Yeah,” he snorted, mirth warming his chest. “Spending the afternoon under the
hood of a car will do that to you.” He held up his oil-greased hands for
effect.
Eric wrinkled his nose. “Get into the shower, B.A. Baracus.”
Jensen feigned a confused frown. “Who’s that?”
The splutter that came from his foster father and the subsequent widening of
his eyes made it difficult for Jensen to keep a straight face, but it was worth
it when, two minutes later, Eric deflated.
“I’m so old,” he lamented, adopting a sulky expression.
“Don’t be a crazy fool,” Jensen imitated B.A’s accent with a grin as he left
the kitchen. “The A-Team is awesome through all generations.”
The sound of Eric’s booming laughter followed him all the way up the stairs.
He went straight into the bathroom, stripping out of his sweaty clothes and
nearly humming in relief as the sticky clothing left his filthy body. Something
small hit against his sternum, and he glanced down, smiling widely when he saw
the pendant sitting snug on his chest. Even after three weeks of its constant
presence around his neck, he never failed to be filled with a burst of love,
seeing it there. As he climbed into the shower, he thought about the night he
had first felt it around his neck…
 
~*Three weeks ago*~
 
“You think this is what normal couples feel like?” Jared teased him. They were
walking hand in hand back to the truck, after enjoying their first real date
since the day Jared took him to their meadow.
It had been nothing short of amazing. They’d gone to this semi-casual
restaurant, a family establishment, whose steaks were something Jensen would
swear his life on. It was quiet; just the two of them, a corner table tucked
neatly away from full view, being together. It was like something out of a
fairytale, and they’d spent the entire time talking and laughing, while the
world stopped existing outside of them.
Through the entire meal, Jensen had managed to keep the afternoon’s strange
happenings from Jared. Honestly, he didn’t know how he was going to tell his
boyfriend about the strange images…the visions. How would he even go about
bringing that up?
Hey Jay! How was your day? Mine was okay, except for this creepy vision that
made me feel like my brain was melting in my cranial cavity…but on the plus
side, I totally aced my Calculus pop quiz! So where are we going for dinner
tonight, hm?
Not exactly something to be slipped into casual conversation.
Now, as Jared mentioned that dreaded word…normal…Jensen had to wonder how Jared
was going to react to his disturbing little development.
“Normal by whose standard?” he asked lightly as he rounded the truck and got
in. He waited until they were both buckled up before adding, “I mean, sometimes
normalcy is overrated.”
“Nuh-uh,” Jared shook his head emphatically. “Not with us, baby. I mean,
seriously,” Jared shook his head, a small shudder ripping through him as he
turned to look at Jensen. “I spent the whole week on edge, scared out of my
mind that Abel was going to blindside you at school for what happened between
the packs. I would have skipped all my classes and shadowed you all day if I
thought I could’ve gotten away with it! No, baby,” Jared turned to face him,
residual fear plain as day in his hazel eyes. “We need some peace and quiet in
our lives. Just some time without any sort of danger or drama.”
Jensen looked up at his lover’s fear-addled face and something inside him
pinched uncomfortably. Things had finally become a little easier on them, and
Jared had finally been able to relax into their relationship. Guilt hung
heavily from the artist, hating that Jared had spent a week distracted by fear
for his safety; fear that was far too familiar set against his Alpha’s handsome
features. He had no idea what had happened earlier in the afternoon… how could
he possibly drag Jared into another problem, one that might not even be a big
deal anyway? How could he take away what little peace they had managed to
salvage in their relationship? How could he do any of this to Jared, so close
to his lover’s birthday, no less?
The answer was simple. He couldn’t.
“Hey,” his hand found Jared’s curling around it soothingly. It was his turn to
protect Jared, and he would tell his mate about the mysterious… headache, or
whatever it was, just as soon as his birthday was over. Armed with that
reasoning, the lie fell easily from his lips. “Well, things are normal with us
for once, and we’re doing this, so I guess yeah; this is what normal couples
feel like.”
Jared smiled brightly at him as he pulled up in front of Jensen’s house. “In
that case, I think this is the part of the date where I give you a present.”
Jensen laughed, forcing his doubts and reservations to the back of his mind. “I
hate to break it to you, Mr. Apple Pie Life, but I don’t think gift-giving is
part of standard, second official date protocol.”
“What’s standard, second official date protocol?”
“Constant kissing and covert groping at the table and trying to cop a feel
again when you kiss me goodnight at my doorstep,” Jensen answered with a
completely straight face.
Jared laughed loudly, and the sound affirmed Jensen’s decision; he couldn’t
bring more stress to his Alpha than he already did. He had to give Jared some
time to normal. His Alpha deserved a freaking break.
“Can I give you a present anyway?” he asked, almost shyly.
“If you tell me why,” he bargained curiously. “I mean, I didn’t get you
anything, Jay.”
“That’s okay,” his boyfriend hastened to assure him. “This is just…something I
saw that I wanted you to have. My only claim on you, is one that other people
don’t really get to see,” Jared’s hand found his throat, his thumb dipping just
beneath the collar and rubbing at the hickey he’d sucked there, just above
Jensen’s pulse point. “I guess it’s more of a selfish gift. I want something to
show that you’re mine, baby.”
“Hey.” Jensen caught his lover’s hand, holding it there and aiming serious eyes
at him. “You know that I am, right? Yours, I mean? Stupid question,” he rolled
his eyes as soon as the enquiry left his mouth. “But you need to know, I’ve
been yours since day one.”
“I know,” Jared leaned forward, pressing a kiss just underneath Jensen’s jaw,
forcing him to tilt his head upwards slightly. His breathing hitched when
without warning, something cold and flat landed against his skin, Jared’s
nimble fingers fiddling at the nape of his neck. “But still. Until I can claim
you in every other way, this will have to do.”
Jensen peered down to find a stunning pendant resting against his breastbone. A
soundless gasp left his lips; it was made from copper, as best he could tell,
and hung from his neck with a simple black cord. It showed a crescent moon with
a wolf resting on the bottom tip of the moon, head tilted up in a howl. It was
about as thick as a penny, and laid flat against his skin, but the wolf seemed
almost lifelike in its detail, and when he looked a little closer, he found a
‘J’ engraved into the moon, and another ‘J’ engraved into wolf’s fur.
“You’re the wolf,” he whispered, gathering that much from the ‘J’ on the wolf
figure.
“Yeah,” Jared whispered back, before tracing the initial in the moon delicately
with the tip of his finger. “You’re my moon, love. You’re my source of strength
and sometimes, it feels like, the only one grounding me. You’re a part of me,
you lead me home, and you’re always with me.”
“Jay…” Jensen choked back tears, and huffed an exasperated laugh when they fell
anyway. He mopped at them with his palm. “Making your date cry isn’t supposed
to happen till the sixth date.”
Jared laughed, but Jensen could see the unnatural shine that was present in his
Alpha’s eyes.
“Yeah, well,” Jared chuckled thickly, gathering him close to his chest. “They
should have put that in the dating manual.”
“I’ll be sure to write them a strongly worded letter about their incompetence,”
he teased, snuggling in close. “I love you so much, Jay. Thank you for my gift.
It’s amazing, and I love it.”
“I’m glad, baby,” Jared nuzzled his neck with a contented sigh. “Hey, boring
and predictable, right?”
“Right,” he nodded against Jared’s chest. No freaky, spontaneous headaches. No
images that shouldn’t be in my head, but are. “Normal, boring and predictable,
Jay. We can do this for a few weeks.”
I can do this for a few weeks.
 
~*Present*~
 
And he had. Granted, he had somehow caught a lucky break; in the past three
weeks, he’d had no mind-numbing headaches, no crazy images, and no falling to
the floor while writhing in pain. If he hadn’t felt that excruciating pain that
afternoon, he would have been doubting if anything had even happened.
While he couldn’t play ignorant to himself, it helped his conscious that there
had only been the single, isolated incident to date. It made the whole ordeal a
little less terrifying, and a little more mildly concerning. He wasn’t naïve
enough to dismiss it as a one-time thing, but he was hopeful that his reprieve
would see out Jared’s birthday. After the party on Saturday, he would spill the
beans. He just needed to get through the next two days at school, and his
Alpha’s birthday on Saturday.
Three days- just three more days.
He hadn’t buried his head in the sand entirely, to his credit. As he scrubbed
his body clean almost clinically, he thought about the little information he’d
managed to gather from Jim Beaver…
 
~*Two weeks ago*~
 
“…permanently into human form, without any trace of the Were form?”
Jensen stopped dead in the doorway, his face coloring when he realized that he
had walking in on his Chemistry professor’s discussion with another student.
His face burned even hotter when he realized that Sandy was the one chatting to
the elder alpha.
“I’m sorry, I just…”
“Oh!” Sandy turned bright red too, and seeing her flustered was such an
uncommon thing for him, that Jensen forgot his own chagrin. “That’s okay…I’ll
just go,” she stood up quickly, lifting her bag and all but scurrying out of
the lab.
Jensen was torn between apologizing to her, and apologizing to Beaver. Since
the beta was making fast tracks away from him, he shrugged, approaching Mr.
Beaver instead.
“Sorry about that, Sir,” he offered sheepishly. “I didn’t know y’all were busy
with a discussion.”
To his surprise, the normally surly professor didn’t ream him out. Quite the
opposite, in fact, Jim aimed a faint smile at him.
Weird in itself, since a faint smile from Beaver was the equivalent of a full
out beaming grin from a normal person.
“Don’t worry about it,” he waved a dismissive hand. “She was just curious about
the Were-to-Human transition.”
His thoughts strayed immediately away from Sandy’s intentions. “Did you manage
to make that concoction? The one that’s supposed to leech out the Were in her
blood?”
The process, as Jim had explained to him before, was a complicated one. In
order to turn a human into a Were, they had to be bitten just above the pulse
point in their neck. The natural venom that’s secreted only from an Alpha’s
incisors, enter the bloodstream and genetically modify the human DNA until they
replicate to form Were DNA.
Similarly, to reverse the process, a serum needed to enter the bloodstream that
had controlled amounts of silver nitrate in it. The silver needed to be
infinitesimal, so that it would attack the Were DNA, but it wouldn’t kill the
inhabitant. Jim had likened the whole process to paralysis, in which the Were
DNA was essentially becoming paralyzed in the host, allowing only the human DNA
to function, thus retarding all Wolf aspects and making them dormant inside the
host.
From his own knowledge of Chemistry, Jensen knew how intricate the process had
to be to create the serum, and he also had a fair idea of the kind of agony
Katherine would soon be experiencing.
“I’ve managed to ascertain what quantities I need to be using,” Beaver’s answer
pulled him from his thoughts, “but it will take about a month before its ready.
Gotta wait on some of the herbal ingredients that’ll combat the effects of the
chemicals in her body.”
“That’s good,” Jensen nodded absently, the barest inkling of a thought planting
itself inside his mind. “Hey, do you think I could talk to her before y’all
start the process? Just in case she doesn’t survive.”
“I’m sure the Alpha won’t mind, son,” Jim shrugged, “not after you helped him
tear a hole into the Morgan pack this weekend.”
“Awesome,” he grinned, blushing lightly. “Mind if I ask you something, Sir?”
“I’m not a betting man, Jensen, but I’d wager you’re gonna ask me whether I
mind or not,” Jim returned archly, his prickly response softened somewhat by
the grudging affection in his eyes. “What’s on your mind, kid?”
No beating around the bush, then. “Jared’s prophetic dreams about me when I was
kidnapped,” he stated baldly. “I was wondering; with that kind of…divination,
how exactly would you know whether it was prophetic, or…well, something else
entirely?”
Beaver sent him a calculating look, and it was only through years of being a
hardened gang member, that Jensen managed to hold eye-contact without so much
as a flinch. After a few moments, the older man crossed his desk, coming to
stand in front of Jensen, arms folded over his chest.
“At the time,” he started, still looking guarded, “I was alerted to the
possibility because of how personal Jared’s dreams were. He saw you, and felt
the same type of agonizing pain he felt when you disappeared. A prophetic dream
is easily distinguishable, because it’s a dream you’re experiencing first
hand.”
At the answer, some of the tension in the artist’s shoulders immediately eased.
One thing he knew for certain, was that he was an outsider looking into
whatever had been in his mind that afternoon. He felt “his” chest being ripped
open, without really feeling any pain in his chest. That meant, at least, that
his vision wasn’t anything to do with Jared.
“Let’s say, hypothetically,” he added quickly, “that someone dreamt about
something happening to someone that…wasn’t really them. Like, you’re watching
something happen out of body?”
Jim relaxed visibly, and Jensen dared to hope.
“You’re talking about past life dreams,” Jim nodded slowly. “At least, that’s
what it sounds like to me. Psychologists and dream analysts have been debating
the possibilities of it for decades. It’s more or less just the subconscious
that’s trying to push past life memories into our awareness, with the intent of
guiding us on our current life. If you were to believe in dream significance,
then hypothetically,” Jim smirked as he stressed the word, “there’d be nothing
for you to worry about.”
 
~*Present*~
 
He hadn’t had the heart to tell Beaver that he wasn’t talking about past life
dreams.
He had entertained the possibility of his vision being something from his past
life, but it just didn’t fit for him. Not only did none of the images seem
remotely familiar to him, but they all held an outer energy to them; some
foreign emotion, as strange to him as the images themselves, that Jensen was
cognizant of, but didn’t feel firsthand.
All he knew for sure, was that there was some kind of urgency to those images.
Something he needed to know about them, from them, and none of it had to do
with his subconscious rallying up memories of his soul’s past lives.
He hummed absently to himself as he wrapped a towel around his waist, toying
with ideas in his mind. His instincts were emphatic, telling him that there was
something he had to listen to; there was some puzzle to figure out, one that
invariably would be the key to something going on at that moment.
What puzzle, though?
Jensen snorted to himself; he wasn’t even sure what the vision was. He could
barely identify the strange images he saw, leave alone trying to decipher any
hidden messages behind them.
The only thing he could do at the moment, was keep his eyes and ears open, and
keep ironing out the last minute details for Jared’s birthday. After the
party…well, then, he would just have to trust in his relationship with the
Alpha, and be straight with him about what was going on.
“A kiss for your thoughts?”
Jensen jumped about a foot in the air as Jared’s voice materialized from his
doorway. He grabbed at his towel with one hand, the other coming to rest upon
his chest, where his heart was trying to beat out of his rib cage. His face
flushed guiltily, as though Jared could have heard the thoughts running through
his head, and he scowled as Jared smirked at his reaction.
“Fuck’s sake, Jared!” he griped breathlessly. “Make some fucking noise, will
you?”
His Alpha chuckled unrepentantly, glancing quickly into the passage before
darting inside and shutting his door. Jensen raised an eyebrow at him.
“Making sure your dad was still downstairs,” Jared grinned, his eyes darkening
as they took in their fill of Jensen’s body.
Clad in only a fluffy white towel, Jensen squirmed underneath the scrutiny,
serving only to broaden Jared’s predatory smile.
“I’m surprised he let you up here, considering I was in the shower,” Jensen
commented, trying not to let himself get caught up in the arousal Jared’s very
presence evoked in him. He did not want Eric to walk in on him getting up-
close-and-personal with Jared’s dick.
“I’m very charming, baby,” Jared informed him, a playful gleam entering his
eyes. Jensen rolled his eyes.
“Modest too, obviously.”
Jared chuckled, and it seemed that mentioning his father had done its job,
because Jared passed him, keeping his hands to himself, and flopped across
Jensen’s bed, splaying himself over the covers and settling against the
headboard, surrounded by pillows.
“Seriously though, baby,” Jared called out as he stuck his head into his
wardrobe, looking for a pair of sweats and Jared’s hoodie. “What’s on your
mind? You were worlds away when I came in.”
Jensen popped his head through the neck of the hoodie before answering. “Just
thinking about my plans for the weekend,” he replied glibly, threading his arms
through the sleeves. Not a lie, he consoled himself. Jared had yet to fess up
about his birthday, and Jensen wondered whether his lover was ever going to
tell him. Probably not, since Jared thought he was going to have to work for
the whole day on Saturday.
“We still on for dinner on Saturday, right?” Jared asked, and Jensen hid a
smirk at the worried undercurrent of the Alpha’s voice. It was heartwarming
that Jared still wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, even
thinking that Jensen didn’t know about his birthday.
“Of course, Jay. I should be finished at the club around 5, so we’ll have
dinner at 7.”
“Cool. Swop those out,” Jared looked pointedly at the sweatpants in his hands,
“for a pair of jeans. Let’s go to our clearing.”
“It’s a school night, and my dad’s home,” he pointed out, even as he pulled out
a pair of worn blue jeans instead. “You want me to scale the drainpipe from my
window, Romeo?”
Jared snorted. “Not necessary. Let’s chalk it up to your dad being wrapped
around your finger, and you having a midnight curfew.”
Jensen grinned impishly. He quickly changed into his jeans, ignoring Jared’s
teasing when he pulled his jeans on before unwrapping the towel from his waist.
“Nothing I haven’t already seen, baby,” Jared leered, eyes twinkling
mischievously.
“Nothing you’re gonna see again, if you keep up your antics,” Jensen shot back.
Never let it be said that Jensen didn’t know exactly how to shut his Alpha
down.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“…I tell you, Jen, it was crazy! I’ve never seen anyone move that fast before,
except for maybe that time when Chad thought that they were giving out free
hotdogs in the cafeteria. It was hilarious, baby, I mean…Jen?”
Jared paused in confusion as his mate stopped dead in his tracks. Jensen stood
stationary at the mouth of the entrance to their clearing, and a smile crept on
to the Alpha’s face when he realized that his boyfriend was pleasantly
speechless.
Without the fairy lights that had graced the beautiful enclosure the last time,
the only illumination came from the blueish hue of moonlight and the soft glow
of the stars shining down on them. The entire meadow was bathed in the unique
lights of the night sky, casting a spell of ambiance over their little haven
and weaving the perfect set-up for the couple.
Jensen didn’t stop gazing around in awe, even as Jared gently led him to the
blanket he’d set out for them. For the first time in a long while, his
beautiful mate’s face was devoid of the tension and concern it usually held. It
had been worrying the Alpha; even the past few, relatively calm weeks, had seen
Jensen on edge, as if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Jensen was
trying to hide it, and he appreciated the protective reaction, but it was
becoming more concerning to watch his lover run himself ragged trying to keep
everything bottled up inside him.
His main mission tonight was to keep Jensen from worrying about the world
around them, even just for the night. His mate deserved some time off, and if
Jared had to engineer a night full of distractions to make sure he got it, well
then that was just something he was going to do.
As he settled with Jensen on the blanket, he bit back a sigh at the thought of
Saturday. His birthday was always fun for him, and he was one of those people
that spent time ticking down the days to their birthday, but this year, all he
could think about was how much he wanted to spend the whole day with Jensen.
More accurately, he was thinking about how much he wanted to, but couldn’t.
Really, pretty much everything had worked against him. He hadn’t wanted to tell
Jensen about the date to begin with, because he saw how much and how hard his
boyfriend worked for money for college, and he refused to be the reason Jensen
parted with his hard-earned green. Nobility aside, he realized that without Jen
knowing, he had no legitimate reason to ask his mate to skip work and spend the
day with him. Effectively, Jared had to settle for having dinner with his
lover, and spending the whole day doing one of his mom’s ideas of a family
lunch. Which more or less always amounted to a Padalecki family reunion-
something he usually enjoyed, but also something that paled in comparison to
uninterrupted time with his awesome mate. The family get-together was really
just another reason not to tell Jensen about the significance of the date- Jen
had been worried enough to meet his parents and Jeff and Megan. He wasn’t about
to subject his mate to his whole family, and make him endure interrogations
from well-meaning aunts, uncles and third cousins twice removed.
“You okay?”
Jared snapped out of his self-pity at his lover’s gentle enquiry. Jen was
looking at him, eyebrow raised and concern in his eyes. Just the expression was
enough to remove any trace of his petulance; he loved how much his mate cared,
and how attuned he was to his feelings.
He stretched out next to Jensen, fitting his body around his mate’s easily.
“I’m okay,” he confirmed. “I’ve missed being alone with you, baby.”
Jensen chuckled lightly, snuggling back against him almost automatically. He
tightened his grip around the lithe body and relished in nuzzling the soft skin
of his lover’s neck.
“We were alone just a couple days ago, when we took that long walk from the
club,” he pointed out sensibly, even as his hand drifted down to grasp Jared’s.
“Ye-eah,” he drew the word out, pouting childishly. “But not like this. Just
us, no people, no pressure.”
“You know normal couples have to deal with this kinda separation all the time?”
Jensen asked, and despite the amused glint in his eyes, Jared felt the tension
that suddenly entered his muscles. “Grass is always greener, Jay.”
A cautionary feeling settled over the Alpha. The past three weeks had felt…off,
to him. He knew Jensen better than anyone- at least, he liked to think so- and
as much as he had loved three weeks free of drama and peril, it almost seemed
like Jensen…didn’t.
Which was crazy. Jared knew it was crazy, because he knew that Jensen didn’t
enjoy being in danger. He most certainly didn’t enjoy Jared being in danger.
What Jared couldn’t figure out, was why Jensen seemed to rebel so hard against
the very notion of normal. As much as the word thrilled him, it caused equal
tension in his pretty mate. Jensen might have thought he was hiding it, but
Jared could read those green eyes like it was his favorite book. Which in a
way, it was.
He inched impossibly forward, waiting until his own body heat dissolved some of
Jensen’s tension. “Baby, are you okay?” He chose his words carefully. “It’s
enough to say the word ‘normal’, and your back gets all tied up. What’s going
on?”
A multitude of expressions crossed the artist’s face, replaced so quickly that
Jared couldn’t catalogue them all. Finally, Jensen settled on sad resignation,
accompanied by a small sigh.
“Do you wish that we were more normal?” Jensen asked, his voice smaller and
more scared than Jared had ever heard it, inclusive of the times his brave mate
faced armies of both human and Weres. “Maybe if I were a werewolf, or even if I
were a human without Shaman blood in me, maybe then you wouldn’t have been
given such an uphill battle for your mate. Maybe if we were more of a normal
couple, you wouldn’t have to spend so much time worrying, or fighting,
or…oomph! Jay!”
Jared cut his mate off by rolling them over, pinning Jen against the blanket
with his long and muscled body.
He had reacted instinctively; at his lover’s words, his heart had all but
frozen in his chest. His breath was stolen from his lungs and equal parts panic
and pain exploded inside of him.
Oh, God…How did Jensen ever think that?
“Baby…” he murmured, framing Jensen’s face and forcing fearful green eyes to
meet his. He didn’t prop himself up, wanting Jensen to feel every bit of him
pressing him down. “Jensen, how could you ever, even start to think that?”
Leaning down, he captured Jensen’s lips in several soft, sucking kisses. He
kept their lips within brushing distance as he talked. “You’re my mate, my
Beta, the love of my life...”
“But you want normal, Jay,” Jensen whispered, biting his lip. Jared licked at
the spot and Jensen obediently let go of his grip on his abused lower lip. “I
want you to have what you want, but I just don’t think our relationship will
ever really…”
“Stop.” He enunciated the word firmly, forcefully. “God, love, I’m sorry,” he
breathed, “I’m so damn sorry if I ever made you think that I didn’t want us. Of
course I do, baby, how could I not? You’re…God, you’re everything to me. By
normal, I just mean that I want you to be safe, love. I want you in my arms and
I want to never have to contemplate losing you…but I’d take all of that, all
the worry and fear and uncertainty in the whole world, if the alternative was
not having you. Even the thought of not having you in my life is more painful
than anything I’ve ever felt.” He tenderly brushed at the lone tear that had
escaped his lover’s long lashes. “Yeah, love, we’ve been given uphill since the
word go. But all of it, is so worth it to get to spend my life with you! I
don’t ever want you to change, Jensen. You’re perfect to me; if you’d been
Were, or if you weren’t part Shaman, then you wouldn’t have been you. And it’s
you that I fell so deeply in love with, not because of chemistry or biology,
but because of you. It’s true that my soul recognized you as mate before
anything else, but love, you made it so easy for my heart to recognize it too.”
He nuzzled his mate’s neck before adding in a low voice, “I consider myself as
the luckiest Alpha in the world, to have a mate like you. I’d never want to
trade what we have for anything in the world.”
“Not even for normal?” Finally, a small smile quirked his lover’s lips upwards,
and to Jared, it was like the sun coming out.
He attacked Jensen’s lips without warning, plundering his mouth in a fast and
dirty kiss. “Not for any single thing. You belong to me,” he growled
possessively, pausing to press another hard kiss to his lover’s swelling lips.
“You’re mine, baby.” His blood ran hot in his veins, just like it always did
with the thrill of the knowledge that he could claim the amazing man as his.
Grinding dirtily against his mate, he relocated his mouth to Jensen’s neck,
sucking bruises all along his throat and collar bone, heedless of the poor
placement; he wanted people to see it, he wanted Jensen to know that everyone
saw Jared in every mark.
“Jared.” The breathy, broken moan did nothing but fuel his growing desire, and
he growled against his lover’s sensitive skin. He relished in the way Jensen
arched up into him, hands grasping to mold the perfect figure to his.
In a movement too quick for him to really be aware of, he pulled his hoodie off
Jensen. Slowly and purposefully, he began to nibble down Jensen’s muscled
torso, stopping to swirl his tongue teasingly over the artist’s pebbled
nipples. Every keen and whimper he pulled from his responsive boyfriend was
sent straight to his groin, and it took all his willpower to ignore his
straining cock against his zipper. To be totally fair, though, the salty tang
of Jensen’s skin on his tongue and the desperate little jerks of his mate’s
hips, were both pretty awesome distractors.
He made quick work of the button on Jen’s jeans, pulling them down to his knees
as he straddled his mate’s body. Smirking mischievously, he placed hot, open-
mouthed kisses all over Jensen’s thighs, pointedly ignoring the man’s erection.
“Bastard,” Jensen huffed a breathless laugh, pushing up against Jared’s hands
that were pinning his hips to the ground, to no avail. “Revenge is a bitch,
Jay.”
Chuckling darkly, Jared had to wonder whether revenge would really be such a
bad thing, but the Alpha was nothing if not a self-preservationist. He wisely
kept that thought to himself.
Heeding his lover’s unspoken demand, he peeled Jensen’s boxers carefully off
him, traversing his body with kisses as his hand slowly pumped his boyfriend’s
hard length. As his mouth found a nipple, he curled his fingers into a loose
fist, suckling Jensen’s hard nub relentlessly as the man jerked into his hand.
“Jar--Jay,” Jensen whimpered, helplessly bucking, his head thrown back in
pleasure. His hands came up to grab Jared’s shoulders, his nails digging into
the Alpha’s muscles. “Please, Jay…God, fuck, please…”
“Wish I could knot you, baby,” Jared growled, biting hard enough to bruise, but
not pierce the skin of Jen’s pec. “Wish I could keep you here for hours, moving
my cock inside your hole.”
“Please, fuck…”
Nearly losing his mind at his mate’s pretty begging, it took all his willpower
to remember Jensen’s curfew. Making a split moment decision, he flipped them
around so that Jensen was on top of him. His boyfriend took full advantage of
his new position, immediately ripping open Jared’s jeans and pulling them down
with his boxers, rutting against him, skin on skin that pulled a guttural groan
from the Alpha’s throat. Blindly searching, Jared growled in pleasure when his
hands found Jensen’s ass. He groped at the taut globes, kneading as he
gradually pulled them apart. Jensen gasped, surging down into a kiss as his
hole was exposed to the cool air.
Jared fucked his tongue into the hot cavern of his mate’s mouth, rubbing over
his furled entrance with one finger. That was all it took before Jensen
exploded all over him, and it was only by sheer willpower that Jared managed to
keep from doing the same.
Flipping them over again, he hooked Jensen’s legs over his shoulders and coated
his fingers in his mate’s sticky come. Finding his hole again, Jared pushed his
index finger in, effortlessly finding his prostate and rubbing insistently,
ignoring Jensen’s whimpers at the overstimulation.
Despite the half-hearted protests, his boyfriend had great stamina, and before
long, Jared was rutting their cocks together again, their needy sounds
amalgamating into carnal groans of pleasure. Wriggling a second finger into his
lover’s hole, Jared drifted his other hand down to grip their cocks together
and strip them both.
“God, yes, Jay, harder,” Jensen moaned, reaching his own hand down to fondle
Jared’s growing knot. His talented fingers were rubbing with just the right
amount of pressure, and way too soon, Jared flew off the edge, ropes of come
painting Jensen’s stomach white, with his mate following soon after.
The Alpha went boneless, retaining just enough sense to fall next to his mate.
His breath was coming out in choppy pants, not unlike Jensen, and even in the
wake of such sexual carnage, his lover’s hand found his, blindly grabbing on.
After a few minutes, feeling more secure in his own consciousness, Jared turned
into the love of his life, taking off his outer shirt and sluggishly cleaning
them both off. His wife-beater clung wetly to his back from his sweat, and the
wind chilled the excess moisture, cooling off his overheated body.
He smiled as a small huff of laughter fell from Jensen’s lips. “What?”
“You only wanted alone time so that you could have your wicked way with me,”
Jen snorted. “I’m laughing because I am way too fucking okay with that.”
###
Jared loved his family. Really, truly, he did. It was just that sometimes…
“Jared, honey!! How you’ve grown!! Why, the last time I saw you, you were in
diapers! Now let me take a look at you…ooh, you’re still a little cutie!”
Sometimes they possessed the skills to drive him either to homicide or
insanity, depending on the day.
Today was one of those times. And he was feeling pretty close to insane.
Jared stood patiently still as his great-aunt pinched his cheek. Actually
pinched his God damned cheek. Like he was still a freaking pup. Half of him
felt a little guilty for his thoughts, since she had come all the way to see
him on his birthday, but the other part of him felt every bit as petulant as
the toddler she was making him feel like. Finally, after a half hour
interrogation about his studies and deflecting demands to meet his infamous
mate, Jared escaped to his room, breathing a sigh of relief as he did.
Unlocking his phone, he scrolled through all his birthday messages until he got
to the text Jensen had sent him this morning. For a moment, before he woke up,
he thought it was a birthday wish from his mate, but he quickly reminded
himself that Jensen had no idea what day it was. even so, his mate’s text was
still his favorite text from all of the texts he’d received that day. It simply
read:
Morning, Jay! Hope I’m not waking you up; I’m just trying to balance the books
before we start with inventory at the club. Fun times. I’ll see you at dinner,
babe! I can’t wait! Love you!
He smiled dopily at the words. He wasn’t sure he would ever stop being grateful
to whatever God had seen fit to give him someone as phenomenal as Jensen.
“Jare?”
Jared glanced up as his father knocked at his door. “Come on in, Dad,” he
called out easily, pocketing his phone and smiling at the Padalecki pack Alpha
as he walked in, closing the door behind him. After some deliberation, of which
Jared himself had been a considerable part of, they’d decided that Gerald would
continue to be the pack’s Alpha, at least for a couple of years. Jared wasn’t
nearly ready for that responsibility, not yet, and he still needed to go to
college. His father had made it clear to him that the title was ready for him
the moment he chose to claim it, but Jared was more than happy to wait. He
wanted to enjoy his life and his mate for a little while, before the
responsibility of his pack’s welfare would fall to him officially.
And conveniently enough, it also gave his unsuspecting Beta time to deliberate
on whether he would stay human or turn. Not that Jensen knew anything about
that particular decision…but Jared figured he had some time to broach the idea.
Maybe in a couple years.
“What’s up, Dad?” he asked, distracting himself from his guilty thoughts. “Am I
already being missed?” He grimaced at the thought of going back down.
“No,” Gerald chuckled, amusement and pity showing in his eyes. “They’re on the
catching up stage. I just wanted to check on you.”
Jared smiled reassuringly. “I’m okay,” he nodded. And just because he wasn’t
above testing his dad on his newfound acceptance of his mate, he added, “I
guess I’m just missing Jen.”
The Alpha didn’t miss a beat. “I’m guessing you didn’t mention to him it was
your birthday?”
Jared was surprised that the blame hadn’t immediately been hinted towards
Jensen, but the answer definitely lowered his guards. “I didn’t want him to
worry about doing anything big for me.”
“What if he thinks it was because you didn’t want to introduce him to the
family?” his father asked curiously.
The possibility hit him like a freight train. “It’s not like that, I just
didn’t want to overwhelm him.” Jared instantly went on the defensive.
“Jensen’ll understand!”
His father held up a placatory palm. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’m just worried that
you might be hiding behind excuses because you don’t want to face the dilemma
of changing or not changing your Beta.” His silence was answer enough. “I
thought so.”
Jared deflated from his self-righteous anger. “What am I supposed to do?” he
asked tiredly. “Things have just calmed down for us. I can’t dump this on him
now.”
“That’s the thing though, son,” his father’s voice sounded softer than he’d
heard in a while. “An Alpha’s Beta…they’re stronger than we’re capable of even
realizing.” Gerald chuckled. “Your mother proves that to me every day. I had to
learn to trust that every hitch in the road wouldn’t send her running…you need
to learn the same thing. Trust your mate to be your mate. It will make
everything a lot easier on the both you, especially once he realizes the same
thing about you.”
Jared blinked at the logic. Right there, he decided to trust in his mate and
their bond, and tell Jensen about everything after their dinner that night. In
retrospect, he felt a little immature for having not seen it that way before.
“You couldn’t have had this talk with me two weeks ago?” he asked petulantly.
Despite his words, Jared felt infinitely grateful that his father was around to
give the advice; he never realized how much he counted on his father's counsel
until he hadn't had it, and he was so much happier now that things had been
resolved between them, and he once again had his mentor and hero in his corner
and on his side.
His father laughed. “Come on, Jare,” he nodded towards the door, ignoring his
grumbles. “You have several other aunts who want to pinch those darling cheeks
of yours.”
“How,” he grumbled, even as he got up, “am I ever supposed to have a reputation
as a badass Alpha, with our family around?”
“I wouldn’t feel too bad, son,” Gerald shrugged. “After all, it takes a whole
different kind of strength to survive a Padalecki family get-together.”
“Ain’t that the truth.”
###
Chapter End Notes
     Next is Jared's party, and we'll start to get some answers to the
     questions I know y'all are asking!!
     Hope y'all enjoyed! Much love! <3
***** Birthday surprises *****
Chapter Notes
     First of all, Happy New Year all my wonderful readers!!! May 2016 be
     prosperous and kind to you, and may the best of your 2015 become the
     worst of your 2016!!
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~*Jensen*~
 
After three weeks of careful planning and taking painstaking measures to make
sure Jared would be in the dark, everything was ready.
And perfect.
Sherry Padalecki had been in his corner from the get-go, and that had been an
incredible help. She hadn’t wanted to get involved with the planning much,
since it was his idea to begin with, but she had done most of the legwork
making sure that Jared wouldn’t find out about the party. She had even given
the Alpha a list of errands to run so that they could get to the club without
him seeing, and Jensen had recruited Chad to get Jared to the club without
tipping him off to anything.
Eric had given him the car for the evening, and he had hidden the painting in
the trunk, not wanting anyone else to get a glimpse of the personal work. The
band was ready and Chris had sorted out his music, and all Jared’s friends, his
immediate family, and close pack members were all present.
Jensen would be damned if he allowed anything to go wrong tonight.
His phone vibrated against his thigh and he grinned at the message Chad had
sent him. “Okay everyone,” he called out, after taking a deep, cleansing
breath. “Jared’ll be here in five minutes. Are we all ready?”
He received several variations of the same positive answer, and for the first
time since that morning, he allowed himself to relax.
Now, just the big surprise.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“Chad, you’re my boy, but I’m gonna kick your ass ten times till Tuesday.”
Jared glared at his best friend as he loped towards him, shit-eating grin
firmly in place. His patience had been tried the entire day; after enduring all
the relatives and remarks about how tall he’d gotten- what? Did they expect him
not to grow in five years?- his mother, an hour before he was supposed to meet
Jensen, had given him a list of things to get for her from the store. He knew
it would take him at least a half hour to get his mom’s errands done, so he’d
dressed in his slacks, shirt and sports jacket before he left. Thankfully,
nothing at the store had spilled on his nice clothes, but thanks to Murphy’s
Law, there was construction on the road, and he was delayed by 15 minutes.
By the time he got home, already five minutes late to fetch Jen from the club,
his family had already left. His parents and Megan were taking the few
relatives that were staying the night, out for dinner, and he realized too late
that Chad had swiped his spare set of keys a couple days ago, in case he needed
a place to crash because he was out past curfew with his newest fling.
Now he was twenty minutes late to fetch his mate, he was locked out of his own
house, and Chad was fucking sauntering towards him.
“Cool it, Jay-Pad,” Chad waved his hand dismissively. “I was on the phone with
Denise.” He smirked. “I’m meeting her at the club in ten, so you gotta give me
a ride, bitch.”
“Yeah, sure,” Jared grumbled, snatching the keys from his best friend’s hands,
“I’ll drag you there from my tow bar.”
“Why you gotta bitch so much?” Chad complained, even as he grinned at him. “You
should be in a good mood! Birthday sex is the fucking best! Oh…wait…” Chad
elbowed him mockingly, “you didn’t tell your mate it’s your birthday! You’re
screwed, man,” he snorted.
Jared scowled, wordlessly dumping the groceries on the kitchen table and
begrudgingly taking an extra minute to pack the perishables into the fridge.
Chad kept irking him, and he kept ignoring him, hoping against hope that Jensen
wasn’t the type who held grudges over punctuality. On the drive over, he found
himself relaxing marginally; just knowing that he was about to see his mate was
enough to quell his bad mood.
Pulling up at the club, though, all his senses were jacked up to high alert.
The only smell hitting his nose was a citrusy scent; oranges, and cinnamon, and
cloves; and the powerful odor pervaded his superior sense of smell. The
combination was largely known to be the perfect scent masker, because of how
powerful and long-lasting it was, and he had to wonder who felt the need to
mask scents from him.
It could only mean trouble.
Before Chad was even out of the truck, he was in motion, running towards the
entrance. He didn’t care for his own safety just then; the only thing he could
think about, was his helpless mate inside the club, trapped with God knows who,
and facing dangers that Jared was completely in the dark about.
He burst through the doors. “Jen!” he yelled out breathlessly, fear pounding
his heart in a jagged, disjointed rhythm.
The several answering yelps and the few faintly mumbled ‘Happy birthday’
wishes, confused him to no extent.
And then Jensen was in front of him, laughing breathlessly.
“Calm down, Jay, it’s okay,” Jen bit his lip, hiding his guilty smile. “It’s a
surprise party, we’re all fine. I’m okay.”
Surprise party?
“You mentioned your birthday in Chemistry, when we first met,” his mate added,
finally letting his smile show. Familiar arms threaded around him, and
everything finally sank in.
His face burned bright red. “I smelled the scent blockers and thought you were
in trouble,” he explained, a rueful smile quirking his lips up. “I never…I
mean, how…when…”
“Your mate planned this all by himself,” his mom suddenly appeared behind
Jensen, eyes twinkling as she smiled at him.
He looked down at Jensen who was smiling bashfully into his chest. “Three weeks
of keeping things from you was hell,” he groaned, making everyone laugh.
If he’d been any less touched, Jared might have found it in him to be mortified
at his leap to conclusions, but all he could feel was intense love and
adoration for his mate. Now that he was calmer, he could appreciate the subtle
décor around the club and the presence of everyone he was close to. He
recognized the soft music playing as his favorite Bryan Adams song, and mouth-
watering smells filled the air. Everything was ideal for him, on a level only
his mate could have reached; it was close and intimate, without being isolated
to family. It was casual, without being juvenile. It was special and
thoughtful, without being ostentatious and impersonal.
It was perfect, and his mate had done it all alone, all for him.
He dipped his head to where his mate was resting his cheek against his chest.
“I can’t believe you did this,” he murmured into Jensen’s ear, ignoring
everyone else. He huffed an incredulous laugh. “I can’t believe you even
remembered my birthday!”
“I’m still mad at you for not telling me, mister.” The twinkle in his mate’s
green eyes and the beaming smile that he was treated to, belied Jensen’s words.
“But of course I remembered. It was you.”
“Jesus, you’re incredible,” he breathed, pressing his lips to his lover’s
temple.
“Hey, I totally lured your stubborn ass here,” Chad called out teasingly.
“Where’s my adoring smooch?”
Jared thought it was worth their mothers’ reprimands, for Chad’s horrified face
when Jared began to chase after him, smacking his lips ridiculously.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“I’ll be right back,” Jensen promised with a grin as he backed away from the
group of Jared’s cousins, vibrating phone in hand. Among various protests and a
wink from Jared, Jensen walked to a relatively quiet corner, holding the phone
to his ear, not bothering to check the caller ID. “Yo.”
“JR,” Aldis’ voice came through the small speaker. “What’s happening, Kid?”
“Al! Hey man!” he grinned widely. “Things are great here. How’s the Oaks? How’s
Matty?”
“We’re all doin just fine, J-Ross,” his old friend assured him. “You’re the one
we’re worried about.”
“Why?” he asked, his guard shooting up instantly. “Is there something you know
that I need to know, but somehow don’t yet?”
“Calm down, JR.” Hodge’s authoritative voice reminded him of a couple years
ago, when they were just starting to train him to survive on the streets. At
first, the tone had made him bristle, but he had quickly realized that Aldis
was simply stern because he wanted to make sure Jensen kept himself safe. Now,
he quickly complied, knowing that the bar owner wouldn’t hesitate to hold back
information if he thought Jensen couldn’t handle it.
“I’m calm,” he replied, his voice tight and controlled. “But you gotta keep me
informed here, man. ‘Specially since I get the feeling that I’m compromised.”
He waited with bated breath as his friend went quiet. It was obvious that Dodge
was contemplating his options, and Jensen didn’t want to aggravate his own case
with his friend by snapping, so he bit his tongue.
Finally, Aldis spoke again. “I ain’t sure, but I’ve been hearing whispers.”
“Whispers about?”
“That asshole Adam tracking you down and coming to get you back.”
Jensen’s breath caught in his lungs at the mention of his abusive ex-boyfriend.
Instinctive fear made his face and neck clammy and his breathing quickened a
shade of a pace.
“How?” he asked in a shaky whisper. “How’d he know where to find me?”
“That don’t matter,” Aldis stated firmly. “We’re gonna have a real friendly
talk with him here. Gently encourage him to leave you the fuck alone.”
Oddly enough, the words calmed him. He always hated everyone picking his
battles for him, but in this case, he was grateful for the help. Frankly, he
didn’t want any part of his past colliding with his future with Jared, least of
all Adam.
“Keep me posted, yeah?”
“Will do,” his friend reassured him. “Until I do…stay close to the White Bread,
huh? The boy looks like he couldn’t throw a punch to knock out a fairy, but I
get the feeling he was playing it down with us. I think he can be dangerous
when he needs to be. And he’s protective as hell towards you; he’ll keep you
safe.”
Just the mention of Jared calmed him down immediately and an involuntary smile
found its way to his face. The truth in Hodge’s words wasn’t lost on him; he
knew that comparatively, Jared was the most dangerous predator of them all.
There was no safer place for him than with his mate, and although he was sad he
had to be the one to destroy Jared’s normal-time, he also knew that it was time
to bring his Alpha up to speed with the real world.
“I’ll stay close to him,” he promised solemnly. “I’ll be okay as long as I’m
with Jared.”
“Funny enough, I don’t doubt that, JR.”
“Thanks for the heads-up, Al,” he thanked his friend. “Call me if there’s any
update on him.” After a quick goodbye, he hung up, breathing a tired sigh
through his teeth. It was easy to make the decision to push his worries about
Adam to the back of his mind, to become tomorrow’s problem; things were going
great, for once, without a hitch in sight or mind. He’d had to turn up the
charm for Jared’s relatives, but it was worth it for how much happier and less
stressed Jared had gotten once they were all getting along. The food was great,
Jared loved the band, and everyone was mingling effortlessly, coming together
despite everyone’s differences over the past few weeks, to celebrate their
future Alpha’s birthday.
He was not going to allow Adam Gilligan to be the reason that this evening he
worked three weeks towards, would be ruined. He would tell Jared everything
tomorrow morning.
He watched his Alpha interact with various guests, finding a calm Zen by
watching him. With every amazed smile on Jared’s face and every twinkle that
shone from hazel eyes, a bit of Jensen’s stress and tension melted away.
The only thing he was going to worry about tonight, was the song.
Jensen had practiced with Chris and the band, so his nerves were less about
performance, and more about Jared’s reaction. Although the lyrics spoke to him
and told the most accurate story of their love, he wasn’t sure that Jared would
see it the same. Would he appreciate the gesture that spoke of who Jensen
belonged to, or would he be embarrassed at their relationship being put on
display like that?
On the one hand, the perpetual bruises on his skin from Jared’s lips and
fingers said a lot about how the Alpha felt about possession. On the other
hand, his family was here, and they’d just met him…what if Jared thought it was
over the top? What if…
“Ah! Fuck!” Jensen yelped as Chris pinched his ribs hard, taking him away from
his thoughts. “What the hell was that for?” he griped, rubbing the throbbing
spot.
“You’re overthinking things again,” Kane shrugged casually. “I’m stopping you.”
Jensen scowled, looking down at the floor. “I’m not overthinking,” he denied
childishly, not wanting to admit his gratitude. “You’re overthinking,” he
mumbled lamely.
Chris smiled at him, not the cocky smirk he was expecting, but the tender, big-
brother grin that made him feel like things would be okay because he had his
back-up in Kane. Predictably, a sense of calm settled over him, and he shoved
his hands in his pockets sheepishly.
“You don’t think he’ll be upset that I’m openly broadcasting our relationship,
do you?” he asked tentatively.
Chris snorted outright. “Are we talking about the same Jared? The one that
wanted to announce your relationship on the PA system in school when Jason
Momoa asked you out last week? That Jared?”
“That’s different,” he defended, even as he grinned at the memory. Jared had
spent the better part of three days trying to convince him a public
announcement was a good idea, since it would prevent him from having to kill a
percentage of the student population. “His family is here, and…”
“…and they’ve all been ragging on him for not introducing you sooner,” Chris
interrupted. “They love you, and all they’re gonna think about this, is why
their mates didn’t do it for them.”
Jensen nodded, feeling the reassurance that could only come from an older
brother soothe the butterflies that were wreaking havoc on his intestines.
“Listen,” he clapped his best friend’s shoulder, “I’m just gonna go to the
backroom and make sure the caterer is ready to serve after the song.”
Chris nodded the affirmative, ruffling his hair playfully before moving to join
Sofia, Danni, Gen and Tom. Jensen caught Jared’s eye, signaling his destination
to him as well. His mate nodded with a grin, and Jensen read a hastily mouthed
‘come back soon’ before another cousin was pulling the Alpha to the snacks
table.
Smiling to himself, Jensen weaved through the crowd, stopping to make
occasional conversation before moving on again. It was a relief to get to the
backroom; it was much quieter than outside, and thanks to the open back door, a
lot cooler too.
“Jamie?” he called out, peering into one of the pots and wondering whether the
man had slipped outside for a smoke. “You out there man?”
He had barely taken a step before his legs gave out underneath him.
Jensen hit the floor hard, clutching his head in agony. White bursts of pain
were streaking through his head, from just behind his eye all the way back to
the base of his skull. He was aware of terrible gasping sounds saturating the
air, and it took a moment before he realized that he was the one making them.
Hands were grasping at him, and he couldn’t tell who it was, but he tried to
hold on, hoping against hope that whoever it was could stop the awful pain.
Just like it did three weeks ago, unfamiliar images assaulted the back of his
eyelids.
Darkness.
Howling winds nearly bending the trees around him.
The feel of crunchy soil against his palm.
Jeering and taunts filling the still air around him.
Ripping pain.
Black hair.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t breathe…
“Jensen!!”
Like a drowning man, Jensen shot up, desperately gasping in greedy gulps of air
and spluttering and choking. His hands scrabbled to find his chest, and once
again, he could hardly believe his skin was whole beneath his palm. Tears stung
the back of his eyes and tied his throat up.
What was happening with him?
“Jensen, oh God, are you okay? What the hell was that? What happened? I’m
calling an ambulance.”
He forced himself to turn in the direction of Jamie’s voice, seeing the man
reach for his cell.
“Jamie, don’t,” he requested gruffly, his hand shooting out, grasping tighter
than he intended to. “I’m okay, I just…I got light-headed.”
“You were on the floor and struggling to take in a breath when I came in,” the
caterer glared disbelievingly at him. “That’s a little more than a temporary
dizzy spell.”
“Panic attack,” he explained a little too quickly. “I’m singing a song for my
boyfriend. Just some stage fright, I guess. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
Jamie eyed him dubiously, eyes roving over him as though he were trying to
determine whether Jensen was going to keel over.
He endured the inspection with forced patience, wondering what about those
images were giving him pause this time. They were the same as the last vision…
Black hair.
The realization hit him quickly, making him blink. That was different. He
hadn’t seen hair in the first vision. Also, something about those locks were
familiar to him, in a way. He had seen them before…
There was also the breathing thing; he could breathe just fine the last time,
but now, it had felt like he was drowning in himself.
It was like the visions were getting more intense, but he still couldn’t pin
point any rhyme or rhythm to any of them. Like before, he was filled with a
sense of urgency, as if whatever was happening was pertinent to him somehow.
“You’ve got a cut on your hand,” Jamie announced. By the tone of his voice,
Jensen knew the chef was letting things slide, and he was irrationally grateful
that Jared was still going to have the rest of the night before returning to
the drama that was their life.
Jensen grabbed a paper towel, wrapping it around his bleeding palm. For the
life of him, he couldn’t remember cutting it, and yet the shallow cut dripped
sluggishly with ruby red blood…
Jensen froze where he stood, mouth half opened as he stared at his cut palm.
Blood.
Blood was the answer. Or, well, part of it, at least.
Specifically, shaman blood.
His visions were some kind of message to him. Was it Rosen? Was his ancestor
trying to tell him something? Warn him about something? Was it someone else
entirely?
Jensen felt like an idiot for not realizing it before, although granted, the
knowledge wasn’t overly helpful in itself. All it really did, was convince him
he wasn’t crazy, and he was already about 78 percent sure of that before.
Even so, it was a tiny step closer than he was a few weeks ago.
“Freckles!” Chris yelled, smashing through the door, making him jerk
ridiculously in shock. Chris didn’t notice and Jensen tried to regulate his
breathing so that the alpha wouldn’t pick up on his irrational scare. “You’re
needed on stage.”
Jensen rolled his eyes, avoiding Jamie’s gaze. “Use your inside voice, Kane,”
he griped, his voice only slightly breathless, straightening his jacket. “I’m
comin’. Jamie, you all good here?”
Though he had only been working with the man since the club started up, Jensen
was pleased with the loyalty his friend afforded him. Jamie kept his mouth shut
even as he shot a concerned look at the artist.
He grinned reassuringly at the worried man, pushing all the drama to the back
of his mind.
No more visions, no more Adam, no more hidden messages. Just the song.
Just the song.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“Jared!”
Turning at the sound of his name being called, the Alpha grinned widely at the
blonde approaching him.
“Katie!” he grabbed his cousin in a bear hug. “It’s been a while, kiddo. Have
you met…”
“Your mate?” the smaller girl finished, rolling her eyes affectionately. “Yeah,
I’ve met him. No thanks to you! Chad introduced us earlier.”
“I’m sorry,” the Padalecki heir apologized sheepishly. “Things got a little
crazy trying to mingle with everyone here.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Katie waved him off impatiently. “The important thing, is
that you tell me the wedding date as soon as possible so that I can find a cute
dress.”
Jared chuckled at the smaller girl’s enthusiastic hand motions, trying to tamp
down on the butterflies that flooded his insides at the very notion. “I take it
you like him then, Kit-Kat.” His chest puffed with pride.
“He’s absolutely amazing, cuz,” Katie gushed, clapping her hands. “Where is
he?”
“Just getting some stuff from the backroom.”
“Great!” Katie fixed him with a curious look. “So when are you going to turn
him? The rest of us are all dying to know.”
Jared spluttered slightly. He had forgotten just how much of a straight shooter
his little cousin was. “Ever think about getting into law, Kid?”
“I’d make a kickass prosecutor,” she agreed easily, flicking a curl back with
her finger. “But seriously. Why wouldn’t you want to change him? I thought
mating was supposed to make someone all truly madly deeply over their soul
mate.”
“I’m truly madly deeply for Jen,” Jared defended, even as he felt ridiculous
for saying those words.
“Then why wouldn’t you want to spend an eternity with him?” Katie countered.
Sighing cavernously, the Alpha rubbed his palm against the nape of his neck.
“It’s more complicated than that,” he offered weakly.
His cousin shot him a sympathetic look, palming one of the candies from the
table where Jensen had spread them out in decoration, and popping it in her
mouth. “It’s not complicated to the rest of the pack,” she pointed out gently.
“To them, it’s a sign that you’re not taking him seriously.”
“I take him seriously!” Jared’s voice went up a pitch or two. “And I’m gonna
give him the option to change. I’m gonna talk to him about it…”
“When?” Katie interrupted. “When some alpha asshole tries to hit on him because
even the mating bite isn’t on him yet?”
Jared let out a growl at the idea of someone touching what was his. Jensen
belonged to him, and only him, whether there was a mating bite, a turning bite,
a wedding ring, or none of the above.
“Jen is mine,” he stated quietly, channeling his Alpha timbre into the
statement. “And God or Lucifer help the one who tries to take him away from
me.”
His cousin seemed strangely satisfied with his answer, smirking slightly as she
flicked her head towards the stage. “Well, lover boy seems to feel the same way
if it helps.”
“Happy birthday, Jay.”
Jared turned at the sound of his mate’s voice over the sound system. Jensen was
smiling at him from the stage, the love evident even over the distance between
them, and Jared grinned brilliantly back, feeling all of his tension drain
immediately.
He may have been the proverbial guest of honor tonight, but his mate looked an
otherworldly kind of beautiful. Jensen was dressed in dark black jeans, the
kind that almost looked like slacks at first glance, with a bottle green V-neck
that clung to his lightly muscled upper body and accentuated his shining
emerald eyes. His customary black leather jacket completed the ensemble and his
dirty blonde hair was carefully mussed into soft spikes, making him look like
he belonged on a runway instead of an Eighteen-and-under club stage. The lights
made him look a little pale, though, and Jared had to bat away the knee-jerk
concern that filled his body.
“Thanks, baby,” he called out, making some people laugh quietly. “Where’s my
birthday gift?”
“This is it, smartass,” Jensen shot back easily, and Jared chuckled at his
pretty mate’s attitude, along with the crowd. “And by this,” Jen continued with
a sly grin, “I don’t mean the party.”
Confusion settled over Jared along with childlike excitement; there was another
present?
Without a word, Jensen stepped back, fitting the mike on to its stand. All at
once, Jared realized what his present was going to be, and a low gasp fell from
his lips. Heat shot through his veins and his Alpha roared with glee and happy
possession as Jensen began to sing a song that showed everyone he was Jared’s.
“I used to think that I was so ice cool
That I could make my heart’s own rule
Nothing could get to me…
And you made it easy.”
Jared laughed through the heat that was filling his body. The lyrics rang true
as he remembered the Jensen that had walked into school that first day; eager
to blend in and quick to shoot him down. In retrospect, though, Jared could see
that he’d gotten to Jensen’s heart a lot easier than most people.
“And now, my head, my heart and my reason
They say the same, and now, I believe them
You own a piece of me
And I gave it willingly.
Loving you, is like breathing air to me
It’s what my body does so naturally
Don’t matter if my life gets hard
‘Coz you make it easy for me to love you.”
The Alpha’s heart squeezed at the sincerity that resounded in his mate’s voice.
Without asking, he knew that Jensen was also thinking about all the things they
had gone through up until that point; all the forces that conspired against
them, and yet here they stood. Jared felt like crying at the knowledge that
even through all that pain, Jensen had found ease in loving him.
“I’m lost, I’m found, I’m breaking down slowly
I tried to hide, but somehow, you know me
I’m where I need to be…
And you make it easy.
Loving you, is like breathing air to me
It’s what my body does so naturally
Don’t matter if my life gets hard
‘Coz you make it easy for me to love you.”
His Alpha was all but roaring with the feelings of possessiveness that were
searing his veins. The euphoria of his Beta’s blatant display of belonging was
addictive, and he couldn’t wait to thank his beautiful mate for the best
birthday gift he’d received thus far.
He forced himself not to jump Jensen, focusing on the mind-blowing sound of his
lover’s voice and enjoying the lyrics instead. Shivers broke out over his skin
as the tenor of Jensen’s smooth, deep voice seemed to connect with the
innermost cords in his heart. At the same time that he wanted to climb a
mountain and scream for all to hear that Jensen was his, he also thought he
could happily fall to his knees in reverence of the love that he had found in
his artist mate. At the same time that he thought his cheeks would split from
his smiles, he thought that if he allowed his tears to spill, they would never
stop. He knew that the force of his love for his Jensen was what made him feel
so full of contradicting opposites.
It had been a beautiful change to watch, seeing Jensen become lost in the words
he was singing to Jared, and only Jared, and the reverse was just as endearing.
As the last chorus tapered off, Jensen became aware of the crowd again, visibly
shrinking into himself self-consciously. Jared ignored all the cheering and
fawning, cutting effortlessly through his friends and family to get to his
mate.
Gathering the lithe form in his arms, the Alpha didn’t hesitate to swoop down
and claim his lover’s lips in a bruising kiss, all heat and possession and
desire. Pulling Jensen even tighter against his body, as though trying to make
them a single person, Jared dominated his Beta without smothering him, in that
moment finally understanding the distinction between a beta and a Beta. A Beta
was an Alpha’s equal in a way that betas never were to any alpha. It was more
obvious than ever that Jensen was going to rule the pack next to him, and
judging from the continued noise of the crowd, everyone who was pack knew it
too.
“Behave,” his mate gasped out against his lips when Jared let them up for a
second, for air. The Alpha smirked, but relented to his Beta’s unspoken
request; after seeing his dad grovel to his mom, Jared had vowed once never to
test his future mate.
As if sensing Jensen’s bashfulness, nobody bombarded him as he came off stage.
Running like a well-oiled machine, food began being served mere minutes after
Jen’s performance, and in between eating and going to get food, people came
over to fawn at his mate’s singing talents, and how sweet what he did for Jared
was. Pride filled the Alpha and he made sure to stay close and keep a
proprietary arm around his lover; public displays aside, there were never too
many ways to show people who Jensen belonged to.
As always, Jensen indulged him, and as the night progressed his mate didn’t
leave his side for longer than a few brief moments. Jared was pretty certain
that the close proximity was the only thing that was keeping him from jumping
Jensen right there and then.
Jared danced with his friends and his family, and above all, he danced with his
mate, and only growled four times when Jensen was stolen from him by his cousin
for a song. There was laughter and smiles and teasing and jokes, happiness that
had been missing from their lives for a long time. One by one, his guests
reluctantly and slowly trickled out, none of them leaving without extended
goodbyes and gushing compliments about how fun the night had been.
Jared’s Alpha did a lot of preening.
Finally, a little after 3am, the last of their friends left, leaving Jared
alone with his mate. Before he could pounce (literally) Jensen stopped him by
raising a single, tired hand.
“You still have presents,” his lover grinned at him, and even through the
fatigue in his eyes, Jensen managed a sparkle.
“There’s only one thing I want to be unwrapping right now,” the Alpha stated
huskily, stalking his mate like prey, dark desire blowing his pupils wide. Jen
laughed throatily.
“They’re presents from me, Jay,” his boyfriend added, a slight pout in his
voice. “I want to give them to you before 8am.”
A puzzled frown graced his angular face. “Why 8am?”
“Because it’s still your birthday till 8am,” Jensen answered matter-of-factly.
“Your mom said you were born at 8am. That means your birthday started at 8 this
morning, which is when I sent you that birthday message, until the next five
hours are up.”
Jared blinked owlishly for a moment before bursting into laughter.
He couldn’t really argue that logic, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance even
if he wanted to.
He was actually pretty okay with that.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Jensen led his boyfriend to the car, his tiredness quickly being replaced by
excitement. He had spent three weeks planning everything, and the hardest part
had gone off without a hitch. Now was the fun part.
“This is more of a promise I once made you,” he informed Jared casually, trying
to mask the nerves that had settled in his belly. “But I thought it would be
fitting to give it to you now.”
He pulled the painting out of the backseat, handing it over face-down, skipping
the flourish and the antics in his anxiety. He watched as Jared’s slanted eyes
took in the meadow in all its moonlit glory, the shadowing of the Jared-Wolf’s
profile in the background and the dominant Jay Star.
For the first time in his life, Jensen understood the silence that his mate had
lapsed into. Not from distaste or upset, but from awe. He still couldn’t fathom
deserving that reaction, but if anything, Jared’s love had shown him how to
recognize appreciation.
“I’m glad you like it,” he murmured with a small smile, something squeezing his
heart in a vice grip when his mate looked up, tears in his hazel eyes.
Wordlessly, the Alpha pulled him into a tight embrace, lips brushing over the
nape of his neck almost reverently.
“I love it,” Jared corrected softly. “And if I was a good boyfriend, I’d tell
you to use this in your profile for college applications. But I’m a selfish
bastard and I want this in my room so that I see it every time I open my eyes
in the morning, and every night before I close them.”
“Damn it, Jared, how do you always know exactly how to make me feel like I’m
living the best dream in the world?”
Jared smiled softly. “You make it easy for me to love you, baby.”
Grinning at the direct quote, he pulled out the second item in the backseat. He
dangled it in front of his boyfriend’s eyes, his smile turning wicked at the
confusion that entered his Alpha’s face.
“Orange, cinnamon and clove infused blindfold,” he explained triumphantly.
“Complete with ear plugs. You aren’t gonna see, hear or smell anything before I
show you your next present.”
To his bemusement, Jared’s smile dimmed. “What’s wrong, Jay?” he asked gently,
when the Alpha hesitated.
“Another gift, baby?” Jared asked, a small furrow appearing between his brows.
“I can’t imagine how much time it took you to paint this, leave alone the time,
energy and money I know you put into planning a surprise party for me. Putting
more time and money into another gift…”
“I wanted to,” he interrupted quietly, firmly. “Everything I did, I wanted to
do for you. Because I love you. I don’t remind you enough of that,” he smiled
lightly, “and this is my chance to do that.”
Jared kissed him into breathlessness. “I know you love me,” the Alpha smiled
against his lips. “You tell me so every time you smile at me, or hug me, or
kiss me.”
Jensen ran his fingers through Jared’s locks, nails scraping lightly against
his skull. “I forget that you can read me like a favorite book,” he teased
affectionately, “but even so. Let me spoil you the way you spoil me every other
day.”
Jensen knew Jared wouldn’t protest this time, and with utmost care, he tied the
blindfold around his lover’s eyes. He led Jared into the passenger seat before
crossing the car and getting in himself, but before he could turn the key in
the ignition, Jared’s hand fumbled blindly for his.
He grasped his mate’s hand and Jared squeezed lightly. “You know it goes both
ways, right Jen?”
“What does, Jay?” he asked in puzzlement.
“You make me feel every day like I’m living the best dream in the world, love.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
Being deprived of his senses was more disconcerting that he expected it to be.
As though he could sense this, Jensen kept their hands intertwined, and the
Alpha was thankful for his mate’s unspoken insight.
Although he tried instinctively to keep track of where they were going, it soon
proved impossible when Jensen deliberately took twisting turns designed to
mislead him. Whatever his mate was planning was big enough for him to take the
extra time; if not for that, the excitement pulsing over their mating bond in
spades would be enough for Jared to realize that Jensen was particularly eager
about this present.
When the car finally stopped, the Alpha conceded to being led out; he trusted
his mate implicitly, and knew that Jensen would never let him hurt himself. In
response to Jensen’s emotions, his own enthusiasm grew, and he was practically
bouncing on his toes by the time Jensen murmured a soft command in his ear to
stop.
Jensen took a deep breath and pressed something into his hands. His fingers
curled automatically around cool metal and pressed against the grooves, tracing
over the indentations before realizing what he was holding.
Keys?
Keys to what?
“Take off the blindfold, Jay.”
His mate’s voice, breathy with anxiety, was the only sound to permeate the
silence. His palms tingled with anticipation, and he pulled at the silk knot.
It slid away easily to reveal the gleaming planes of a car that defined his
childhood.
The Impala shone, all sleak black, no hint of the rusting that once dotted its
body. It looked better than when it was still running. The moonlight hit off
the shiny black metal until it looked like it was sparkling and every inch was
polished and buffed and shined to perfection.
Jared felt his stomach bottom out as a soundless gasp left his lips. His knees
became weak and he battled to comprehend what he knew his eyes were seeing. The
Alpha walked towards the beautiful car, mesmerized and entranced, brushing the
tips of his fingers almost disbelievingly against the cool metal. A lifetime of
memories flashed in his mind; memories of being a child and his Alpha
grandfather soothing the bad dreams away, or patiently teaching him lessons he
would never forget. The hours that were spent in the Impala that he had always
thought of as his…
…but it wasn’t only the past that was bombarding his mind. It was thoughts of
the future, too. Road trips with his beautiful mate by his side. Days spent
just driving, existing outside of everything else in the car that was so much
more than a home outside of home.
Maybe, someday, a son or daughter, to pass on his own wisdom to, like his
grandfather had with him.
A dull roaring entered his ears as he fought to form words. Coherency seemed to
be a vague and distant idea at this point; tears were rolling from his eyes in
a continuous stream as his emotions got the better of him. He didn’t think that
any amount of words, strung together in any amount of orders, could possibly
encompass everything he was feeling at that moment.
“Jen, baby…” he breathed, his voice choked. “How?”
“I have a lot of contacts,” Jensen answered softly from behind him. “Why don’t
you get behind the wheel? Turn the key?”
Jared’s heart raced. Obviously, he was overthinking things, because Jensen
couldn’t possibly mean what he thought those words meant. There was no way; a
mechanic had assured them that extensive and complicated work would be required
to even think of it running again; the labor would have cost more than buying
another car with minimal distance on the clock.
He walked to the door, even as his mind rebelled, feeling like he was in a
dream. Sliding into the bench seat- although exponentially harder than it had
been so many years ago- felt a lot like coming back to comfort. To safe. To
simple.
The Alpha patted the dashboard before fitting the key into the ignition. The
loud rumbling purr of the engine made his heart beat triple time, his breath
coming out in choppy pants with the tears that were leaking from his eyes like
faucets. He half-laughed, half-cried, disbelief radiating off him.
“How?” he repeated again dumbly. Suddenly, the implications caught up with him
and his blood ran cold. He yanked his hands off the wheel as if it were burning
him. “Oh, God, baby…how much did you…I can’t accept this,” he shook his head,
the words cutting his throat. “I can’t. How did you begin to…”
Jensen shut him up with a hard kiss, a lot more demanding than his mate usually
was but just as hot. Jared tried to chase after his lips instinctively when
Jensen pulled back, but he was stopped when his lover started to speak.
“I told you, Jay; I’ve got some contacts. Called in some favors and got the
parts at a good price.” Jensen winked at him, looking relieved. “I’ll admit
that these past three weeks taxed my time, trying to fix it, but I enjoyed
working on it. Especially knowing it was for you.”
Jared blamed the shock of getting his Impala back, for how slow he was to react
to those words. “Wait,” he lowered wide eyes to Jensen’s, “are you telling
me…did you fix the car?”
His boyfriend shrugged off his incredulous tone. “Well, yeah,” he nodded
nonchalantly. “I know a thing or two about mechanics, it wasn’t much more
reading up to do to get familiar with Chev engineering.”
“Jen.” Jared shook his head, still trying to comprehend what he was hearing.
“The Impala was a write-off. A mechanic told us that there would need to be
some really all-encompassing work that needed to be put in, if there was ever
gonna be a chance for it to run again.”
“He was wrong.” Jensen smirked smugly. “Obviously.”
“He wasn’t wrong,” the Alpha shook his head, voice husky with want. “He just
never met you.”
Without giving Jensen a chance to react, he leaned across the seat, capturing
his mate’s lips in a bruising kiss that was all heat and carnal passion. One
hand wrapped all the way around Jen’s slim waist while the other stroked
possessively down the column of his throat, lightly grazing over all the spots
that he was going to mark up all over again.
“Jay,” Jensen gasped around his lips, his own fingers scrabbling for purchase
around Jared’s biceps. “Jay, one more…oh, God…one present.”
“Mm?” he growled, worrying at the hollow of his mate’s throat with his teeth.
“What?”
“Cover…ah,” Jensen arched with a small mewl as Jared closed his mouth over his
lover’s t-shirt covered nipple. “Cover for both of…Jared!”
He grinned as Jensen lost his speech once more, this time because of a
wandering hand that pushed with just the right amount of force against the
bulge in the front of Jensen’s jeans.
“Cover?” he prompted mischievously, running his fingertips along the waistband
of his mate’s jeans.
“Alibis for both of us with Chad and Chris,” Jensen blurted out breathlessly.
“If our parents ask. And this present,” his voice dropped to a low, smooth
drawl, “comes with a very spacious backseat. Wanna see what else we can use the
blindfold for?”
Jared groaned loudly, his dick pulsing eagerly at the thought.
Best present he ever had to unwrap.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Waking up wrapped around his Alpha was Jensen’s favorite way to greet the
morning.
He had missed it tremendously the past few weeks, since they’d been living
separately. Granted, they were only living together for a tiny amount of time,
but Jensen realized that time was inconsequential when it came to Jared and
him. Minutes apart feel like days, and hours spent together fly like seconds.
They’d been dating a few months, and it felt like they’d shared lifetimes.
Those few days of domesticity? Quickest addiction anyone had ever acquired.
So Jensen relished in being tangled up in Jared early that Sunday morning. He
found a unique calm in listening to the Alpha’s measured breaths, feeling the
strong thudding of Jared’s heart against his back. Everything- Adam, the
visions, the Morgan pack- none of it felt as scary anymore, not now that he was
here with his mate.
He knew he had to level with Jared today. As much as he wanted to draw out his
Alpha’s time to be normal, Jensen could feel the impending danger vibrating in
his bones, and if the past had taught him anything, it was that keeping secrets
was like asking your enemies to please strike you at your weakest point. And
honestly, this wasn’t only about him and Jared anymore. It was about the pack
too, and Jensen hadn’t realized when he’d started instinctively thinking about
the pack’s well-being too, but with Jared’s position as their Alpha, it was a
necessary skill.
His phone buzzing insistently in his pocket jerked Jensen from his train of
thought. His hand shot out without moving his body away from Jared’s, groping
blindly for his jeans that was strewn across the front seat. Jared groaned
behind him as he started to wake up too, and Jensen threw him an apologetic
smile while he fished his phone out. He checked the screen, noticing the
flashing red icon next to the picture of him and Chris. A voice message. He
made a mental note to listen to it as soon as he’d spoken to his best friend.
“Yo,” he greeted quietly, watching with a smile as Jared tried to shut his eyes
again.
“You gotta get to my place ASAP, Freckles,” Chris’ taut voice came over the
phone. “Gerald Padalecki is on his way here to see you.”
“What the fuck?!” he yelped, bolting upright and startling Jared into alarmed
wakefulness. “Why?” he demanded as he gripped Jared’s knee, in an attempt at
reassurance. “What’s going on?”
“Put me on speaker,” Chris instructed grimly. “I can hear Jared’s jaw clenching
from here.”
Jensen huffed an annoyed breath, complying quickly. “You’ve got us both,” he
invited, taking a deep breath to calm both himself, and his Alpha.
“Katherine is starting her humanization process tomorrow morning,” Kane wasted
no time in explaining. “The Alpha knew you wanted to talk to her beforehand,
and he wants to see you before you do.”
Jensen felt like he’d been sucker punched in the gut. Seeming to sense what he
couldn’t say, Jared wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close to his
broad, warm chest. He laid his hand over Jared’s forearm, an unspoken thank
you.
“Right now?” Jared asked, his voice still crackly from sleep. The Alpha cleared
his throat before asking again. “Does he want Jen to speak to her today?”
“Seems so,” Chris confirmed.
They exchanged a look, Jared’s forehead scrunched up in concern. “Thanks,
Chris,” the Alpha eventually spoke quietly, taking the phone from Jensen’s hand
and pressing his thumb against the screen to end the call.
Cuddling quietly for a moment, Jensen felt himself calming as Jared pressed his
lips against the juncture between his shoulder and neck.
“So much for normal,” he whispered, his voice bitter and apologetic as he
turned his cheek into Jared’s hair. “I’m sor-“
“Don’t, baby,” his Alpha stopped him, biting down gently against his soft skin.
“You gave me three weeks without worrying by taking everything on yourself, and
you gave me the best birthday I’ve ever had in my whole life.” Jared kissed his
pulse point, smiling lightly. “I need to be on equal footing with you again. I
love you for what you did for me, but it’s time for me to protect you now.”
“No more normal?”
“Normalcy is overrated,” Jared grinned as he threw Jensen’s words back at him.
“And besides; I’d take what I have with you, over everything. Every day of the
week.”
“Let’s hope you still think so after I tell you everything that needs telling,”
Jensen murmured, carding his free hand through Jared’s hair. “Things are about
to get complicated.”
Jared snorted indelicately. “Because it’s been so straight-forward this far?”
The Alpha arched his eyebrow with a slight grin. “We make a kickass team, love.
We can beat anyone.”
“I know,” Jensen whispered, unease twisting his gut. “I just hope the
casualties of this war are few and far in between.”
“Hey.” Jared tilted his head up for a deep kiss. “Katherine first. Then we’ll
talk. Then we’ll conquer.”
Jensen forced a smile on to his face, finding himself unable to taint Jared’s
optimism with a dash of realism.
“Katherine, then talking, then conquering. Got it.”
With one last kiss, Jensen grabbed his clothes, ignoring the dull throbbing all
over his body as he pulled them on. Grabbing the keys to Eric’s car, he left
Jared in the middle of his in-depth inspection of the Impala, looking like a
kid in a candy store.
He forgot to check the voice message waiting on his phone, in his haste to get
to Chris’ place.
And so, Aldis Hodge’s voice message went unheard.
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Chapter End Notes
     *Cue danger music*!!! What a way to start the new year, huh?!! The
     song, Easy to love you, belongs to Lloyd Cele, but I suggest you
     check it out!! A friend put me on to it, and it's so sweet!
     Let me know what you thought!!
     Much love always!
     -Jupiter <3
***** JR Comes Out to Play *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you guys so much for the support and patience with me!!
     Special and massive shout out to Jensenismysuperhero, who gave me
     this awesome idea of having a Katherine-JR showdown. Thanks so much
     for that, hon!
     Hope y'all enjoy!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
~*Jared*~
 
“Nice ride.”
Jared straightened at the sound of the voice, nearly spluttering when he was
met with the familiar features of Joshua Ackles. His guard shot up and his
hazel eyes narrowed.
“Jensen’s not here,” he informed the elder Ackles shortly. “Although I’m not
sure I’d be happy with you talking to him even if he was.”
“You don’t control my brother,” Josh immediately snapped, a scowl twisting his
face.
“That’s the big difference between the two of us,” Jared couldn’t help his
retort. “I don’t try to.”
“And yet you stand there and tell me I can’t see Jensen.”
The Alpha bristled. “You’re the one who chose to leave, Josh.”
“Jensen’s the one who chose you over me,” he shot back petulantly.
“You shouldn’t have made him pick!”
“Okay, look,” Josh held up his hands impatiently, “we can stand here and do
this all day, except I don’t have the time. I’m not even here to see Jensen;
well, not right now, at least. I wanted to talk to you first.”
Experience made him wary, but Jared instinctively knew that the elder Ackles
wouldn’t hurt him. He knew how to, thanks to Jake Abel, but he wouldn’t. Not
because of Jared- God knew there was no love lost between the two of them- but
because he was Jensen’s older brother. Jared had seen more than once how Josh’s
protective older brother instincts outweighed all his other instincts, and he
knew that this time, it would too, because he could never cause Jensen undue
pain.
Leaning coolly against the hood of the Impala, Jared crossed his arms and sent
the man a tempered look. “I’m listening.”
A flash of irritation glinted in Josh’s eyes, but it was quickly extinguished
by forced patience and something that looked a lot like resignation.
“Look Padalecki,” Josh’s voice was frank, “I’m not gonna stand here and insult
both of our intelligence by pretending that I’ve had this big change of heart
and suddenly want to play happy families with you.” If anything, Jared could
appreciate the man’s directness. “But you did save my brother from whatever
trouble he was in, and for that, I owe you my respect. You’ve also been there
for him unfalteringly, as I’ve been told,” his voice softened slightly, “and
for that I owe you my gratitude. You protected my brother while I wasn’t here
to do it. So thank you.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” Jared spoke quietly, after a moment of careful
consideration of the other man’s words. “I love him.”
Ackles seemed to chew on that for a beat before he nodded. “I know that. I
don’t like you, Padalecki, but I want to try to get along with you. I need to.
I missed so many years of my baby brother’s life…I can’t miss any more of it. I
don’t want to lose him.” Josh took a breath. “If getting the chance to know my
little brother, and be his big brother, means accepting and getting along with
you, then I guess I’m here to ask you to start over again.”
Jared thought he would have had to think about that request, but surprisingly,
the answer was ready on the tip of his tongue. He stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m
Jared Padalecki, and your brother is the love of my life,” he introduced
himself by way of answer.
Josh smiled at him, his first genuine smile, filled with relief. The
resemblance between the brothers became more apparent when their smiles came
out- although Jared was sure Jensen's smile still rivaled his brother's. And
possibly the sun, if brightness was being compared. Josh clasped Jared’s palm
and shook it with a nod. “Joshua Ackles. I’m the one you’ll be answering to if
you ever hurt my brother.”
Jared snorted inwardly. Get in line. “Good to meet you,” he said instead,
allowing a small, relaxed smile to creep on to his face. “Clean slate,” he
added.
“Clean slate,” Josh nodded, the final dredges of tension leaving his frame. “Do
you know where I can find Jensen? I think I’ve got some apologizing to do.”
Jared hesitated for a moment, still leery of trusting anyone with Jensen. “How
about I give you his number?” he suggested as a compromise. “Since you came
here looking for him, I’m guessing you don’t have it. You can arrange with him
to meet up.”
Josh nodded, and if Jared didn’t know any better, he’d have said that the elder
Ackles was battling amusement. “Sounds good,” came the answer instead. Jared
rattled off the digits that he knew by heart, listening patiently as it was
read back to him.
“How’d you know where to come looking anyway?” Jared asked, frowning as he
realized that Josh shouldn’t know about their future home.
“I managed to find that girl- Sandy’s- number,” Josh answered absently. “She
told me that you guys help maintain the place since it used to be your
grandfather’s.”
Jared was taken aback at the knowledge that Josh had spoken to Sandy, but then
he guessed that Jen’s brother might have seen her around them at some point. He
waved it off with a nod.
“That really is a great ride you’ve got there,” Josh offered another small
smile, dipping his head towards the Impala in acknowledgement.
Jared lovingly patted the hood. “She’s beautiful,” he agreed with a grin,
“thanks. Although your brother deserves all the credit; he’s the one who got
her running again.”
“Jensen did this?” Josh’s voice rose with disbelief, pride warming his eyes.
“That kid will never stop surprising me.”
“You don’t know the half of it, man.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Jensen thought that, after everything that happened with the packs, that it
would somehow be easier to face Gerald Padalecki.
He was wrong.
It still felt like he was getting ready to face the firing squad, even though
he knew for a fact that the Alpha was trying to get along with him better. His
stomach twisted in knots despite Chris’ best efforts to distract him; he
figured it would take a few meetings before he accepted the Alpha’s…well,
acceptance.
“Let me use your phone,” Chris nudged him, pulling him back to reality. “I
gotta call Sophia and my phone’s dead.”
“Whatever happened to landline phones?” Jensen wondered, handing over his phone
easily. “I don’t mind or anything,” he hastened to add, “it just occurred to me
that hardly anyone uses them anymore.”
Chris snorted and Jensen was glad his friend understood him well enough to take
the comment in stride. “Yeah, they don’t, Grandpa,” Kane teased. “Some of us
liking being portable.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jensen brushed off the jibe airily. “Make your calls.”
Jensen entertained himself by investigating in Chris’ kitchen, making a mental
note of what his friend had and what he needed to buy. He would have to bully
his pseudo brother into making a trip to the grocery store soon, or Kane would
happily subsist on a diet of instant noodles and grilled cheese.
“You know I survived a good few years before you came along?” Chris snarked as
he came back into the kitchen, seeing what Jensen was doing.
Jensen dramatized a shudder. “Mother Luna herself only knows how.”
“Wow,” the long haired alpha barked a laugh, “Jared’s already got you speaking
like a Were.”
He blinked, thinking back on his words and laughing sheepishly when he realized
his unconscious slip. A seed of warmth spiraled in his chest, proud of the
integrating they’d done in each other’s worlds.
“Yeah, well,” he grinned, “my mate and the majority of my friends are
Werewolves. What’d you expect?”
Before Chris could answer, Jensen’s phone started buzzing, and Kane held it out
to him with a grin. He took it, swiping his thumb across the screen to accept
the call from the unfamiliar number.
“Jensen Ackles,” he answered formally, lest a college or a teacher be on the
line.
“Why so serious, little brother?” Josh’s voice came over the line, in a
horrible impression of the Joker. As awful as the impression was, it was
amazing to hear his big brother’s voice again. He had convinced himself that he
never would again, and tears prickled the back of his eyes as he fought to
control the tidal waves of emotions roiling through his body.
For all his trying, Jensen couldn’t help the choked, “Josh…” that escaped his
mouth.
“Hey, hey,” his brother’s voice turned soft and comforting, a hint of pain
hidden there. “It’s alright, Jen. It’s okay. I’m an idiot, and I’m sorry, but
I’m here.”
Jensen left the kitchen quickly, swiping impatiently at his eyes, wanting to
have this conversation in relative privacy- he knew Chris could probably hear
him, but he didn’t think he’d be able to talk with his best friend right there,
knowing that Chris didn’t really like Josh.
“I thought you weren’t coming back,” he mumbled dully, heart panging as he
remembered the way Josh had left. For all his anger, Jensen hadn’t expected his
brother to actually take the ultimatum. He’d thought that Josh would just
realize he was serious about Jared and try to make it work. Jared had coaxed
him through a lot of tears over the past few weeks, whenever the memory would
rear its head and shock him into sadness.
“Like I said; I’m an idiot.” Josh’s voice was soothing despite the self-
recrimination, and Jensen found himself relaxing at the tone. “I should never
have left,” the elder Ackles continued. “I should have found a way to make
things work. I was just so hurt at the time…but I realize that the depth of
what you feel for Jared, doesn’t lessen the depth of what you feel for me. I
convinced myself you were punishing me for leaving you all these years, but I
realize now that you were just fighting for the person you love.”
“You never left me,” Jensen stressed quietly. “You need to stop believing you
did, because I don’t. That’s your issue, Josh, not ours.”
“I know,” Josh returned, and he actually sounded like he meant it. “I just…can
we make it work, little bro?”
A smile curved Jensen’s lips upwards, feeling like a little bit of his
equilibrium had just been restored. He wiped his face and laughed thickly.
“Yeah. Yeah, we can, big brother.”
“Great,” Josh laughed, relieved. “When can I see you?”
“I got some stuff I need to sort out today…but how about tomorrow?” he asked
hopefully.
“Sounds great,” his brother agreed warmly. Jensen hung up, feeling a smidgen
lighter, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. Accustomed to his pseudo
brother’s insecurities, he made a point of throwing a casual arm around Chris’
shoulders as he came back into the kitchen.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he adopted a stern voice. “Just because Josh is
gonna be around at times, doesn’t mean you can be slacking off big brother
duties. I’m not gonna accept any laziness; double the backup for me, does not
mean half the load for you. Are we clear, brother?”
“Damn!” Chris grumbled, but Jensen could see the relief and affection in his
blue eyes. “Here I thought I was finally getting rid of your needy ass.”
Jen heard the jibe for the thank you that it was, and smiled warmly at his best
friend. “Not gonna happen, man,” he shook his head firmly, a note of
seriousness entering his jesting tone. “You’re stuck with me.” He waited a
moment, before adding, “No, seriously. You are. No one else can open that damn
locker of mine.”
Chris barked a laugh, the sound bringing a smile to Jensen’s face. Between Josh
and Kane, his nerves had settled immensely, making him feel a little steadier
in the face of his pre-interrogation talk with Gerald Padalecki.
Katherine, then talking, then conquering. Maybe Jared was right. Maybe it would
be as easy as that.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“I’m so fucking jealous right now, Jare, I mean…OW!”
Jared and Megan sniggered as Sherry Padalecki slapped Jeff across the back of
his head with her trusty wooden spoon. Jared idly wondered how his momma seemed
to be able to conjure her weapon of choice at will, whenever one of them rubbed
her off the wrong way.
“Language, young man,” Sherry reprimanded sternly, hiding her own smile as her
eldest son grumbled incoherently, rubbing the sore area. “I’m still your mother
and you are still under my roof.”
“Yes, Momma,” Jeff dutifully responded; alpha or no, it would be bordering on
insanity to challenge their mom. “Although Jensen is making him a spoilt brat,”
he mock grumbled.
“Jeff has a point though,” Megan pointed out, smiling sympathetically at Jeff.
“Jensen is amazing, Jare. I can’t believe he did all of that for you!”
“That boy is something special,” Sherry nodded her agreement, a small frown of
concern etched on her forehead. “I think he worked himself to the bone these
past three weeks, Jare. He’s been looking a little too pale for my liking; you
need to keep an eye out for him.”
“Yeah,” Megan chimed in, scrunching her nose, “I mean, he’s always a hundred
percent focused when he tutors me but as soon as we’re done, it’s like he’s in
a different world.”
Anxiety twisted Jared’s gut. He had seen Jensen running himself ragged
recently, but he hadn’t noticed things get as bad as his family was describing.
In hindsight, he could admit that they hadn’t been seeing much of each other,
thanks (Jared now knew) in large part to Jensen’s party planning. He couldn’t
have noticed the fatigue if he wasn’t around.
Although he knew there was nothing but circumstances to blame, the Alpha still
felt guilt sneak up on him.
“I’m gonna go check on him,” he announced worriedly, thankful for the
understanding looks his family gave him. He thrilled in getting behind the
wheel of the Impala, warmth filling him as she purred to life. Pulling out a
lot more carefully than he might have with his truck, he backed out of the
drive, cheerfully flipping Jeff off as their mom turned her back.
Jared sighed happily to himself as he drove. His mate really had spoilt him
like crazy, and he couldn’t wait to start thinking about everything he was
gonna do for Jen’s birthday.
His cellphone ringing interrupted his thoughts and he glanced at his caller ID.
Dodge.
Why was the bar owner calling him and not Jensen? Curiosity filled the Alpha,
and he slid his thumb across the screen to answer.
“Hey Dodge, what’s…”
The phone buzzed violently in his hand, stopping his greeting midway. His
phone’s logo flashed cheerfully at him and the screen went black.
What an awful time for his phone to die on him.
It probably wasn’t important; the man worried about Jensen, and was likely just
wondering why Jen wasn’t answering his phone, not knowing that he was meeting
with Jared’s dad. He’d just mention it to Jensen when he got there, so that his
mate knew to give the man a call.
Jared pocketed his phone. It could wait till later.
 
~*Aldis*~
 
“Hey, this is Jared. I’m not…”
“Fuck!”
Aldis Hodge slammed his fist against the counter top of his bar, attracting the
attention of several patrons. He glared challengingly at them, and predictably,
they all looked away again.
He huffed out a breath. Anxiety was burning his insides and he knew he had to
get to JR. Tell him what was happening, before ripping him and the White Bread
a new one for not checking messages and taking calls. He crossed his arms as he
leaned back against the back shelf, fingers drumming over his forearms as he
thought.
JR was like a little brother to him. He remembered the day he first met the kid
like it was yesterday; those big green eyes were more guarded than a kid his
age had any right being, and he stood with his back straight and his head up,
like a man who was ready to fight the world and win. Like a man who wouldn’t
back away from a challenge because of his pride.
Like a man, period.
It had bothered him at first, since he could still sense an undercurrent of
nervousness behind that carefully cultivated mask. Why was a kid trying to take
care of himself? Why wasn’t anyone taking care of him? And what in the name of
all things holy, was the boy doing in these parts? Alone?
It wasn’t until months later that Aldis was introduced to JR’s foster father,
and frankly, he still didn’t forgive the man for getting drunk as a lord so
many times and making his son pick up his slack.
When Matt announced that he was taking the kid under his wing, Dodge thought
his friend had officially lost the plot and was now batting for the mentally
unstable team. He hadn’t been afraid to say just that, and a slight breeze
could have knocked him to his ass when the kid spoke up boldly, demanding that
they stop talking about him like he wasn’t there. No one had ever spoken back
to him before- and definitely not in his own bar- and Matt had simply grinned
maniacally at the look of disbelief on his face. When he could formulate a
question, he asked the kid whether he had any idea of who he was talking to. To
this day, Dodge never forgot his answer.
“The grinning Gummy Bear next to you- the one who thinks he can play pool- told
me that you own this bar. You ask me like I’m supposed to be intimidated by
that. There’s nothing daunting about having a bar, but it was a good try,
Cupcake.”
With those words, on that day, Aldis recognized three irrefutable truths:
1-The kid was going to become one of the most badass guys this side of the
hemisphere. The very same kid was going to eventually get out, and make a life
for himself. He was too smart not to.
2-His best friend was gonna fall ass over heels in love with the kid, whether
he knew it or not. No one else could have called him a Gummy Bear and gotten
away with it. The fucker probably wouldn’t even realize how he felt fast
enough, either.
And 3- The kid was going to become his little bro. He was going to do
everything in his power to protect him, too; from everything and anyone, no
matter what.
Couple years down the line, and sure enough, JR was a legend among them. He
created a new life for himself outside of all this. Matty had fallen deeply in
love with him, and realized it a little too late.
And he was still doing everything in his power to protect his little brother.
Eventually, he called his buddy to cover the bar for him, flipped up his
kickstand and pointed his bike in the direction of Jensen’s new home.
From everything and anyone. No matter what.
It’s like he told JR all those years ago, when the kid had pinned him with
those eyes, unflinching bravery showing through glinting green sparks.
I’ll protect you, Kid.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Jensen.”
The green-eyed artist had to consciously remind himself not to react as Gerald
Padalecki said his name, although a big part of him had wanted to start at the
unfamiliar greeting and the lack of disdain in the current Alpha’s tone. It
took some getting used to, but he was incredibly grateful for the efforts and
lengths the man was going to, and he was determined to meet him halfway on it.
He held out his hand with a warm smile. “Morning, Mr. Padalecki,” he offered,
shaking his hand firmly and confidently, like Eric had taught him when he was a
kid. “It’s good to see you,” he added politely.
Gerald smiled and Jen read the appreciation in his hazel eyes- eyes that were
so like Jared’s.
“Good to see you too, although I wish the circumstances were better,” Gerald
returned, his voice sounding weary.
“Right,” Jensen nodded, his smile disappearing as concern wrinkled his brow,
“Chris mentioned that you wanted to talk to me about my…about Ms. Talley.”
The Alpha’s eyes burned with sympathy, but to his credit, he didn’t offer
Jensen meaningless platitudes. “Let’s chat in the living room, if Chris has no
objections?”
Kane appeared at his elbow and Jensen instantly relaxed a little with his best
friend’s comforting presence. The long-haired alpha nodded with a taut smile,
and Jensen knew his brother would be unable to switch off from ultra-protective
mode; not after what had happened in that park.
He stepped aside to allow Gerald in, and if the Alpha noticed that Chris kept
Jensen angled behind him, he didn’t say anything.
Jensen gestured to the couches and the Senior Padalecki settled himself on to
the single seater. Jensen and Chris, an unspoken agreement between them, took
their places opposite him, on the three seater.
“We begin the humanization process tomorrow,” Gerald didn’t waste time getting
to the point. “Jim Beaver tells me that you requested a meeting with Talley?”
The Alpha made the statement into a question, aiming it at Jensen.
He nodded the affirmative. “I wanted to speak to her before she started the
process, in the event that she doesn’t make it out alive,” he stated
clinically, his voice masking his mixed emotions.
“May I ask the purpose of this meeting?” Gerald asked curiously seeming unfazed
at Jensen’s emotional detachment. “I would have thought it would be Chris that
was requesting a meet.”
“I’ve got nothing to say to her,” Kane answered, giving Jensen the chance to
consider his own answer. “I made my decision and I don’t want to look back. I
want to look forward now.”
“That’s admirable, Chris,” the Alpha acknowledged, his eyes glinting with
newfound respect. “But Jensen?” He turned those eyes back on the artist. “Why
do you wish to meet with the woman who attempted to kill you several times?”
The artist was quiet as he considered his words carefully. “My dad always used
to tell me ‘Jensen, in order for one to prepare for the future, one must know
the past. Understand it.’” He steepled his fingers in front of him, focusing
his gaze there. “I need to get some answers to some questions, and I feel like
if I don’t? It could potentially destroy everything y’all have worked so hard
to protect.”
“Questions like what, baby?” Jared suddenly appeared in the archway, a
concerned expression on his face. “I let myself in, by the way,” he grinned
mischievously at Chris, who rolled his eyes in response. The future pack Alpha
dropped down to sit next to Jensen. “You okay?” Jared murmured to him, one hand
finding his and grasping it supportively. Although they had agreed that Jared
wouldn’t impose on his meeting with the Alpha, Jensen found himself immensely
grateful that his lover had all but ignored that decision.
“I’m okay,” he nodded quietly, shooting his Alpha a reassuring smile. “I want
to know how she knew the lay of the land so well that she’s been able to move
through undetected. Twice.” His voice turned analytical, calculating, as he
began to look at everything he knew with the keen eye of a seasoned street
major. “Once, nine years ago,” he refrained from detailing the loss his best
friend had suffered that night, “and then again when Joe attacked. And while
we’re on that topic, I really want to know why Joe attacked me that day.” He
pursed his lips in thought, replaying that awful memory in his head and trying
to consider it impartially. “We thought he was after the pups, or Chris…” he
frowned, starting to shake his head. “But I think I was the real target. Which
makes no sense.”
“I think it makes perfect sense.” Gerald’s voice jerked him back to the room,
reminding him that he was in the company of three others. “You said they
thought they were some sort of pure breed vigilantes. They were after anyone in
human-Were relationships.”
“Nuh-uh,” he refuted absently, “I said that Gabe thought he was some kind of
pure breed vigilante.” Glancing at the confused expression on the Alpha’s face,
Jensen quickly added, “Gabe was the lone wolf’s mate. He tortured me and tried
to kill me and Jared.”
Gerald’s eyes flashed, fury seeming to vibrate through his form for a second.
“Your point?”
Jensen didn’t take the harsh tone to heart, knowing that it came from the
aftereffects of having to remember that someone had tried to hurt his kid.
“I think Joe and Katherine had their own agenda,” he explained, abandoning the
use of formal names. “By their usual M.O. they should have never attacked to
begin with.”
“But Katherine’s always wanted to kill you,” Chris pointed out bluntly.
To Jensen’s pleasure, it was Jared who answered. “Katherine, maybe, but Joe had
no reason to want Jen dead.” The Padalecki heir’s eyes narrowed as he thought,
gears working to take in everything Jensen was saying.
He sent his lover an approving nod. “Precisely.”
The room fell into a loaded silence as the three wolves processed the
information. Jensen waited patiently; he’d had a lot of time to think about all
of this, a lot of time to come to terms with all of it, and it was only fair to
afford them the same courtesy. It was like having an intricate puzzle with lots
of lopsided pieces and no idea of the picture you were trying to form.
Finally, it was Jared’s father that broke the silence, heaving a measured sigh.
“What makes you think she’ll talk to you?”
Once again, it was Jared who answered, unconsciously proving just how in sync
the mates were.
“She won’t talk to him,” Jared jerked his head at Jensen. “But she’ll talk to
JR. She won’t have a choice.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
When Jared was 16, he asked his momma what was some of the important things he
needed to know, for the day he found his mate. She had smiled gently at him,
and gave him three pieces of advice that Jared hadn’t ever forgotten.
Listening is sometimes the only thing you need to do.
Protect your mate as precious as gold, treat your mate as fragile as glass, and
believe of your mate as mighty as the mountains.
Sometimes you must support your mate, even if you don’t necessarily agree with
them.
Since meeting Jensen, he’d employed the first two almost all the time. Now, the
Alpha had to bite his tongue and heed the third.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Jensen. Mother Luna knew that definitely wasn’t
the problem; he trusted Jensen more than anyone in the world. He just didn’t
particularly trust Jensen to do what was best for himself.
His beautiful future Beta, more often than not, valued their safety above his
own. Which, Jared wasn’t ashamed to admit, made him terrified.
As an Alpha, he knew that he had to put his pack’s welfare over and above all
else. He had no hesitation placing their well-being over his own, but without a
thought, he knew that the same consideration could not- would not- be made with
his mate’s welfare. Maybe it made him a bad Alpha…Jared would boldly wear that
fault, because he doubted that he would ever willingly compromise Jensen.
Which brought him to his current dilemma.
Even as he said the words, Jared wasn’t keen on the idea of Jensen turning into
JR for this…interrogation. Doubtlessly, his mate would get the truth from her,
in his usual scary fashion. What plagued his mind, was the knowledge of how
much it took from Jensen, to turn into that hardened gangster. It wasn’t an
easy transition to make between the two, and Jensen had handled it with grace
previously, but the toll became greater on him the more often he had to do it.
Jared was worried that this time, the change might be inexcusably difficult for
his mate to manage. Though he would be able to, Jared had to wonder what it
would take from him in the process.
On the other hand, though, the answers that Jensen was looking for related to
him and the pack. Based on that alone, he wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in
hell of convincing his stubborn, pretty mate to leave well enough alone.
And so, against his judgment, Jared had to support his lover, even if he didn’t
quite agree with him.
“JR?” Only the flash of his eyes betrayed his father’s amusement. “Would that
be the part of you,” Gerald directed his question at Jensen, “that reduced JD
Morgan to a blubbering imbecile?”
Despite himself, Jared snorted, and Chris chuckled almost gleefully. Even
Jensen managed a wan grin as he nodded the affirmative.
“The very same part.”
“Well,” his dad smirked broadly, “I can hardly say that I would mind using that
to our advantage again.”
All traces of his mirth vanished, and Jared rankled at the implication that
Jensen was to be used as an advantage against enemies. As though sensing his
displeasure, his father raised a hand, palm facing up, in a gesture of peace.
“That is to say, I wouldn’t mind, as long as it didn’t impact you negatively,”
he added, and Jared’s Alpha settled down at the unspoken apology.
There was a nanosecond of hesitation on his mate’s face, and Jared swooped in
like a bird of prey. “May I speak with my mate alone for a minute, Alpha?” he
asked, making it clear that he was speaking as his father’s successor, and not
as his son.
Nostalgia and respect made for a volatile combination in his father’s face, but
he was granted a nod of consent. Gently, he tugged Jensen’s hand and led him
outside to the porch, closing the door behind him.
“I can do this interrogation,” Jensen’s stubborn tone came before he could even
turn around. A flickering of amusement hit him at his future Beta’s matching
obstinate expression. “I can handle it.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second,” he soothed immediately, hoping his eyes
conveyed his honesty. “All that concerns me, is the aftermath of it.”
“What does it matter if we get our answers?” Jensen asked with a scoff,
probably intending to sound rhetoric.
“It matters,” Jared answered anyway, his voice insistent, “because you are my
mate and my love, and I don’t feel comfortable with you putting yourself on the
line like this all the time.”
Jensen huffed a sigh, but his eyes softened at Jared’s words. “I won’t be
putting myself on the line, Jay…”
“Yeah?” Jared crossed his arms in front of his chest, mirroring Jensen’s pose.
“Tell me honestly that you think it will be easy for you to go from Jensen to
JR, and then back to Jensen after that.”
“I know it won’t be easy,” his mate conceded, dropping his arms listlessly to
his side, “but it will be easier than usual.” Jared felt his heart clench at
the open, raw look on his lover’s face. “I’ll have you.” Jensen aimed a tired,
half-smiled at him. “You make me remember who I am. Who I’m supposed to be.”
Probably as intended, Jared’s defensive demeanor drained away. Without a word,
he gathered his mate in his arms, pulling him in as close as possible and
breathing in his scent. His grip must have hurt a little, but Jensen didn’t
move away; on the contrary, he simply nestled his head into the crook between
Jared’s neck and shoulder, eyes closed.
“You have to let me do this, Jay,” Jensen whispered. “We won’t forgive
ourselves if I don’t, and something happens because of it.”
“I won’t forgive myself if something happened to you,” he shot back stubbornly,
knowing how futile his arguing was, but unable to let go of his concerns.
Sighing gustily, he racked his mind for a compromise. “Jen, baby…” he cradled
his mate’s face in his palms, angling him to meet his eyes. “I’m gonna step
back and support you in this, but I need two things in return.”
Jared watched as tired gratitude fell into Jensen’s green orbs, mixed with a
calm trust. “Anything,” he nodded, and once again, Jared felt bolstered by the
level of trust between them.
“Tell me why the change between the two has been so difficult recently.”
Jensen answered without hesitation. “JR’s mindset is kill or be killed,” he
spoke frankly. “It’s difficult for me because JR can’t have that attitude
anymore, not if I want to come back to you, Jay.” He bit his lip, looking like
he was searching for the words. “It’s becoming more like I’m trying to meld two
parts of myself,” he finally explained. “Like I’m trying to mix parts of the
real me, into the fundamental parts of JR. It can be hard, sometimes, to
remember that I’m not him anymore. Especially since I have so much more to
fight for now.” Jensen’s eyes pinned him with a meaningful look.
Jared slowly let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. That made sense,
in a way, and he was actually relieved that Jensen was trying not to be
kamikaze. He leaned down and caught his lover’s lips in a heated kiss, trying
to convey his gratitude.
“What’s the other thing?” his mate asked him quietly when they broke apart, the
beginnings of a smile quirking his lips upwards.
The Alpha pressed his forehead against his mate’s, eyes fluttering closed.
“Promise me you’ll remember,” he murmured roughly, arms tightening around
Jensen’s waist when the artist’s breathing hitched. “Promise me you won’t let
go of who you are, because of who you think you need to be. Promise you’ll stay
my Jensen.”
Jensen started nodding as soon as the first words were out of his lips, and
now, his mate tapped his cheek gently in a bid to get Jared to open his eyes.
“I promise,” he murmured, as soon as Jared did. “Just…be there? When I get
done?”
“I’ll be there the entire time,” he promised vehemently. “Wild horses couldn’t
drag me away.”
Jensen nodded, slightly shakily. “Then let’s go get those answers, huh?”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
He was unbound, healthy and standing tall- Katherine wasn’t nearly as
intimidating to him anymore.
Without the threat of death hanging over him, he was much calmer, recognizing
that she was a softer target than some other people he’d had to go up against.
If he could put his emotions aside, this was going to be a cakewalk.
“Nephew,” she sneered as soon as she saw him. “That pretty face is all…pretty,
again.”
“Something you’d know nothing about, obviously,” he snarked, pulling up a chair
opposite her, refusing to rise to her barbs. He was in complete JR mode now,
totally in control of himself and his emotions. “How have you been enjoying the
five star digs?” he asked dryly, glancing around Mr. Beaver’s damp, dusky
basement.
“Every girl’s dream holiday destination.”
Jensen snorted. “Bet you’re loving those accessories too,” he flicked his head
in the direction of the silver manacles around her wrist. “They’re the hot new
thing on the Milan fashion circuit.”
“You must really be loving this,” she spat, losing her cool quicker than Jensen
expected. “Are you happy right now?”
He sighed lightly. If he were sticking with JR, he would have kept mocking. He
would have goaded and snapped and irked until she cracked, or flipped out his
knife as unspoken motivation if she didn’t.
But he promised Jared. He couldn’t be JR anymore, he wasn’t that guy.
“I’m not,” he answered instead, subduing his voice. “Enjoying it, I mean. I
feel sorry for you.”
If anything, those words had her cracking quicker than if he had continued to
jibe her. “Don’t you feel sorry for me!” she screeched. “I would sooner be
here, facing a fate worse than death, than to be where you are standing.” She
lowered her voice again, each word coming out with a purposeful little stab.
“Poor, little, pathetic, orphaned Jensen.” A vicious expression entered her
eyes. “You bring pain and suffering wherever you go. The people who dare to
love you, they’re the ones who pay for it! Starting with my baby sister.”
Jensen, in the midst of the sudden grief that hit him at the words, felt a
streak of violent anger that wasn’t his own.
Jared.
“Then that airheaded little foster lady bit the dust too,” she continued,
unaware of the danger that was just behind the basement door. She clicked her
tongue, a disparaging look in her eyes. “Poor little Jensen sent another
ignorant soul to an early grave.”
Before the words could fully leave her mouth, the door smashed open, and
suddenly Jared was there. Jensen could feel the fury of an Alpha mate rolling
off him in waves and with seemingly no effort, Jared lifted Katherine by the
throat, pinning her to the nearest wall, dangerous rumbles exploding from his
chest.
“You nearly took my mate away from me!” he growled savagely, and Jensen was
rooted to the spot, unable to react. “You hurt him, over and over, and you
think I’m going to stand by and let you do it again? Let you live?”
And it was those words that snapped him back to reality. The JR part of him
took control, realizing Katherine’s tactics, even as another part of him
throbbed with that familiar feeling of missing some vital piece of a puzzle.
“Let her go, Jay,” he commanded firmly, but softly. “She’s baiting you. She
wants to die. She’d rather die than become human, and she’s goading you into
giving her an out.” He sent calming emotions over their mating bond, reaching
out to gently caress the nape of his Alpha’s neck. “Let her go, Jay.”
After an agonizing moment that could have been seconds, minutes, hours, Jared
released his grip on her. Katherine slumped to the floor, choking and
spluttering.
He grabbed Jared’s hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, a quick thank you.
His mind was working a mile a minute, trying to discern what he had missed. He
began running through their conversation from the beginning, mulling over small
details and working to pinpoint what had set his JR radar off.
He could almost taste the answer in the back of his throat…so of course, that
was the moment all hell broke loose.
“Protective Alpha mate,” Katherine rasped from where she was sitting on the
floor. “Did he…react this way…when he found out…that foster daddy was abusing
you?”
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Chapter End Notes
     Le gasp!! The cat is out of the bag!
     Hope y'all enjoyed the stint in Aldis' mind!
     Let me know what y'all think!! <3
***** I'll Save You Baby (You Saved Me Too) *****
Chapter Notes
     I cannot even *start* apologizing for how late I am with this
     chapter. I hope its length makes up for my lateness, and I promise to
     keep it coming faster now!!
     A HUGE and most sincere apology to Jensenismysuperhero. To my deepest
     chagrin, my forgetfulness bit me in the ass, and I forgot to thank
     this wonderful reader for the idea she's so graciously lending me, of
     pitting JR against Katherine and letting Jen lose control. Thank you
     SO much, hon. Biggest of ups to Jensenismyhero, and deepest of
     apologies too!! <3
     A humungous thanks to all my loyal and amazing readers. You guys make
     my <3 smile!! Much love!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
~*Jensen*~
 
Shock numbed his body and everything went as still as the graves.
Oh, God, no.
Before the thought could fully materialize in his head, he felt a burst of
unadulterated fury in his chest- not his own.
Jared’s.
He stood frozen in place as Jared stalked up the stairs and out the door,
without even glancing back at him. The sound of his mate’s fading steps
bolstered him back into action and he ignored Katherine’s cackling in favor of
running after Jared.
“Jay, wait, please,” he entreated, fighting back relief when Jared stopped at
the front door. The Alpha didn’t turn around and Jensen felt a pang of fear at
what that meant. “I didn’t mean for you…” he fumbled, stuttering nervously. “I
mean, you weren’t supposed to…I was going to…”
“Tell me?” Jared’s frigid voice cut him off, running through his chest like a
lance. “You were going to tell me, Jensen? When was this going to happen?
Before or after another beating?”
Flinching painfully, Jensen wrapped his arms around himself, in a bid to quell
the pain that was searing his heart. “I…I couldn’t...th-things were so c-
complicated…”
Without warning, Jared’s fist smashed against the wall next to the door,
creating a dent in the plaster. Jensen couldn’t help the yelp that escaped his
lips, and slight trembles wracked his frame.
“Do not,” Jared intoned lowly, “tell me that it was complicated. He put his
hands on you – more than once – and you lied to me about it. I asked you,
Jensen! And you lied to me.”
A bit of anger trickled into his system, fighting past the heartbreak. “You’d
known me for all of a week,” he protested, his voice still sounding painfully
timid to his ears. “And by the time I got to know you, he’d stopped, and I
just…”
“Just thought that it’d be okay to keep secrets from me our whole lives?”
Jared’s flat voice was a little more hurtful than his angry voice. “Because you
obviously weren’t going to tell me if your psycho Aunt hadn’t decided to blurt
it out.”
A flash of hesitation stopped Jensen’s defense in his throat. He liked to think
that he would have told Jared about it eventually, on his own terms. But
truthfully? He wasn’t sure if his fears would have stayed with him his entire
life. If the threat of Jared looking at him like he was weak…looking at him in
disgust, was enough of a fear to keep him from speaking of it ever again.
“Yeah.” His Alpha shook his head bitterly. “That’s what I thought.”
Jared flung the door open almost violently, stepping out on to the porch, his
jerky motions telegraphing his anger. He made a move to follow, but he didn’t
get five paces before Jared stopped and whirled around to snap out a warning at
him.
“Don’t! Just don’t.”
He met his Alpha’s blazing eyes, and the hurt and anger in them broke his
heart. He felt sick, knowing that the resentment and disgust was directed at
him from the one person whose eyes it should never have come from.
Just like he was afraid of.
He knew Jared would react like this.
He knew this was all too good to be true.
After a tense moment, Jared turned on his heels and left, a storm of anger in
his wake. Jensen felt weak and broken; two emotions that no one had ever been
able to inspire in him before.
Not Adam. Not Eric. Not even losing his family twice.
He became aware of Jim standing awkwardly behind him, uncertainty coming off
him in waves. He remembered why he was there; what he had come for.
And like clockwork, JR came back.
A dim part of Jensen’s mind protested as the cold, detached persona took hold
of him fully. He knew he was breaking his promise to Jared…
…but obviously Jared wasn’t there to give enough of a fuck about that.
He supposed he should have felt a little scared, as the familiarity of JR came
over him. It had been a while, but he knew the dangers of letting that side of
him take complete control. But it was like that broken part inside of him could
only possibly survive if he separated himself from his feelings, his emotions.
Like ice freezing his insides, he felt his defenses go up until all he felt was
numbness. He shut completely into himself; the only thing on his mind now was
getting his captive to talk.
Play on her fears, her weaknesses. Gouge the holes in her armor if you want her
to falter. Target old wounds. Pull no punches.
It was a prep talk he hadn’t given himself in a while, since he'd always hated
how cruel he could become, but now he welcomed the cold emptiness inside him.
He embraced the ruthlessness, since it made the agony, the soul-deep ache
inside of him, dull.
His very own brand of drug.
A distant part of him realized that he had been afraid of precisely this; his
control was so stringent because he feared what would happen the day he
accepted JR into himself like this. It was like darkness was permeating his
core, and he was caught up in a hurricane that he had no hopes getting out of.
Worst of all, he knew that no one could help him out of this. Jared was the
only one who might’ve been able to…but he had made his choice.
JR turned his heart to ice, and stepped back into the house.
 
~*Jared*~
 
To say that Jared was livid, would be like commenting that the sun was lightly
warm.
That is to say, he had passed livid a few towns ago.
A red haze of utter fury was blanketing his vision and his veins felt like they
were pumping liquid fire. His control was completely shattered, he knew because
his wolf kept flickering in and out of him like a shadow, and his nails had
already halfway extended to claws, his teeth to fangs.
Rather than trying to control his Alpha, Jared let go. Shifting fully, he
landed lightly on his paws and began to run, not really even knowing where he
was going. His Jared instincts – which were screaming at him to go back to his
mate, comfort him, reassure him – were drowned out unequivocally by his Alpha
instincts – which were telling him to hunt down anything that caused his Beta
pain and eliminate it.
Logically, he knew that the approach his baser instincts were urging him to
take would only end up hurting Jensen. Unfortunately, he was far from logic at
that moment.
Not unfortunately, Jensen had fucking amazing friends.
Without warning, something barreled into his side, knocking him to the ground.
He let himself roll, and when he caught the smell of pack, he simply jumped
back to his feet and leaped at the other wolf, his Alpha strength allowing him
to completely pin the copper colored Were. He pressed a paw into the other
alpha’s throat, only loosening his hold when it bared its throat in submission.
What the fuck do you want, Chris? he asked harshly, jumping to the side and
allowing Kane to get back on four paws.
Even dusting himself off, Kane had the gall to bare his teeth at him. Shift.
Now. I ain’t doing this over mind-speak when I don’t know who can hear us.
Grudgingly, Jared shifted forms, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself
down. Apparently Chris had no such intention.
“You’re a real fucking piece of work, Jared, you know that?” Chris was up in
his face the minute they were both vertical.
“Don’t go there, Chris,” he warned acerbically. “I am not…”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you are, Padalecki, because here’s a news flash
for you buddy. This ain’t about you.” Kane’s face was pinched with fury, and
Jared knew a fraction of that anger was directed at him. “It ain’t about you,”
he repeated hardly.
The Alpha growled, running a hand through his hair. His anger slowly receded
with the display of schoolyard logic. “He lied to me about those bruises,
Chris.”
“And you’ve been so fucking truthful through your entire relationship?” Chris
demanded. “Like that time that you told him all about the prophetic nightmares
you were having? Or like that time you cleared the J.A.W Initiative with him?
And let’s not forget about that time that you gave him a heads-up; well in
advance, mind you; about you being an Alpha Werewolf!”
“That’s different,” he snarled defensively, even as he knew that his anger was
directed least of all at his mate. “Jen was getting hurt.”
Chris nodded slowly, his temper noticeably dwindling once he noticed the source
of Jared’s anguish; that his beautiful mate had been hurt. “Precisely.” Kane’s
voice almost softened. “And he was going to tell that to two guys he had just
met, why exactly?”
Jared’s brain saw reason, but he offered up a token argument. “He could have
mentioned it any time after we’d gotten together.”
“What good would that have done?” Chris sighed as he dropped to sit heavily on
a boulder. “The bastard stopped, according to Jen, and when you think about how
he wants to protect us from everything, should this really have surprised you?”
To the Alpha’s shock, it was easy to drop his guards down and listen to Kane’s
insights. He sat on the floor of the woods – he had actually, unconsciously,
ended up quite close to his and Jen’s clearing – and leaned against the boulder
next to Chris.
“I’m less upset that he didn’t tell me, and more upset that I didn’t figure it
out,” he admitted roughly. “That I didn’t put a stop to it immediately. That
the bastard put his hands on my mate and I didn’t put the pieces together after
smelling him. I should have figured it out the day I met him.”
“There were a lot of times when we should have figured it out,” Chris agreed
quietly. “But we didn’t. That’s something I’m not forgiving myself for anytime
soon.” The other alpha levelled a hard gaze at him. “But at least I’m not
blaming the person who doesn’t deserve to be blamed.”
Jared frowned at the use of words. “I don’t blame Jensen,” he denied, his tone
heavy with the implied duh. “That would be ridiculous. I'm upset and I hate
that he had to carry that alone in an attempt to protect me, but I could never
blame him. Mother Luna knows he’s too inherently good not to have forgiven that
waste of space that calls himself a father.” Jared’s hackles rose once more at
the thought of the man that had put marks on his beautiful mate. As much as he
may have stopped- as evidenced by the lack of bruises on Jensen’s body since
that one, God awful day- he was going to pay for what he had done before.
“And yet,” Chris interrupted his train of thought, “you walk away from him when
he’s at his most vulnerable, and direct nothing but anger at him. What do you
think he’s going to take that as, Jared? His Alpha unable to control his
emotions, or his Alpha thinking him feeble and pathetic? His Alpha thinking him
incapable and angry at him because of it?”
A warning rumbled through Jared’s chest at the implications that his mate was
anything but strong and amazing for all he’d had to contend with. “Don’t ever…”
“I didn’t,” Chris cut through his words. “You did. This is one of precious few
things that make Jensen vulnerable...now you tell me how he might have
interpreted your actions.”
Jared thought of the look of shattered devastation that was in Jensen’s eyes
when he left. The look of fear that- fuck- should never everbe there when he
looked at Jared.
The look that his Alpha was insistent on ignoring in favor of bloodlust.
His stomach bottomed out and it felt like he’d swallowed lead. “I’m a fucking
moron.”
“Nah,” Chris huffed a brittle laugh. “Just an Alpha. I’ve realized since
meeting Soph, that having a mate, to any alpha, is more than finding your soul
mate. It’s also finding your strength and your power and in this case? Finding
your control.” Kane turned to look at him, a degree of sympathy in his eyes.
“I’ve seen how Jensen can temper your Alpha instincts. Give you that perfect
balance between Alpha and man. You slipped up today, but I guess I understand
why.”
“Did Beaver phone you?” Jared guessed.
His answer came in the form of a nod. “I wanted to go straight to Jensen, or
better yet to his foster father, but then Beaver told me you disappeared.
Jensen’s my brother, but I knew that he needed you. Not me. So I told Jim I’d
track you down, knock some sense into you.”
“Thanks for that,” Jared mumbled grudgingly, getting up and dusting his ripped
jeans off.
“Go be there for my best friend,” Chris responded, looking grim. “Beaver
sounded almost intimidated on the phone. Said that Jen was looking fucking
lethal.”
For the second time in just as many minutes, Jared’s stomach dropped. “JR,” he
muttered foreboding striking him deep as he remembered his mate’s words.
Just…be there? When I get done?
You make me remember who I am. Who I’m supposed to be.
Before Chris could ask him anything, or say another word, Jared was in his wolf
form and sprinting back the way he’d come, his paws barely touching the forest
floor as he remembered the promise he’d spoken back.
I’ll be there the entire time. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
So sensitized was he to the change, that Jensen could have sworn he felt the
icicles coating the blood flowing through his veins. His body tingled with
anticipation as he blatantly ignored the part of him that was struggling to be
heard, the part of him that never wanted to be as cold as he knew he was about
to be. Distantly, he wondered whether this was what it felt like to have Were
instincts.
Ignoring Mr. Beaver’s concerned look, Jensen strode back into the house,
walking into the kitchen like he owned the place and snatching up a paring
knife. Unorthodox though it may have been, JR was always partial to the smaller
knives, since they were easier to target the small nuances of the human body
that – in his experience – always seemed to hurt even more than the bigger
targets.
Some part of his mind registered Beaver muttering rapidly into his phone, but
in JR’s mind, the target took precedence.
He took the stairs two at a time, looking hardly back at Katherine when she
glanced gleefully at him.
“That was entertaining,” she giggled, sounding almost hysterical. “I didn’t
even know lover boy was in the dark about Daddy! Well, that was just good luck
I guess!”
Jensen smiled coolly back at her, the flash of teeth doing its job as a
cautioned look entered her eyes. “Yeah, maybe luck had something to do with
that…but you know,” he added conversationally, “the funny thing about luck, is
that it can turn on you in a damn second.” He huffed a mirthless laugh, sitting
on the edge of his chair, which was still positioned in front of her. “Just
when you think something worked out for the better, you find out that all it
did, was screw you over even worse than initially.”
He began twirling the knife around his fingers in practiced motions, watching
with dark satisfaction as trepidation entered Katherine’s eyes. “See, Jared,”
he continued, his voice grim, “he’s kind of the only person that can keep me
from falling off a very precarious edge. An edge that I knew would turn me into
a very bad person if I had to tumble off it. We all have a certain level of
mercilessness in us,” he shrugged, as if to say what can you do? “Wouldn’t you
agree, Aunt Kath?”
Not surprisingly, the woman remained quiet, but for the slight increase in her
breathing as nervousness began to take hold.
“With Jared having left,” Jensen kept speaking, as though she’d answered, “I
don’t really feel any need to keep from giving myself up to my more darkly-
inclined actions.” He held up his paring knife. “Starting with seeing how much
damage one little knife can do.”
“What do you think that will achieve?” Katherine spat out in an attempt at
bravado. “Think it’ll make you feel better? Think it’ll make your orphaned
buddy feel better?”
With a sudden, forceful movement, he slammed the knife to embed it deep into
the ground next to where she sat, inches from her shackled wrist. Katherine let
out a little scream, trembling as Jensen stayed silent for a few moments.
“You don’t get to talk about him,” he warned in a low, icy voice. Deep into JR
as he was, he still wasn’t going to let her taint Chris with her bullshit. “You
don’t get to talk about my brother, or what you did to his family.” He reached
over and yanked the knife out, relishing in her flinch. “Understood?”
Nodding shakily, Katherine raised her eyes to his again.
“I want answers,” he stated shortly, done with the beating around the bush. “I
want to know why you killed pack members, why you tried so hard to kill me.” He
trailed the knife along the already-bruising skin around her throat. “I want to
know how you and Joe knew where to find me that day in the clearing. I want to
know why it seems like your grudge is against the Padalecki pack, instead of
targeted at me.”
“That’s what it comes down to, isn’t it?” she asked quietly. “You’re doing this
for his pack. Even after he dumped you! You think they’ll welcome you with open
arms because you did all this to protect them.” The woman shook her head as
much as the knife would allow her to. “We’re not so different, you and me. We
would go to great lengths for love and family. For acceptance.”
“We’re nothing alike,” Jensen refuted coldly, pulling his hand back twirl the
knife around his fingers again. He leaned back in his chair and lifted an
eyebrow lazily. “I’ve never spent nearly a decade trying to convince myself
that I was a part of something because I couldn’t handle the truth. The truth
that the only person who could have loved me was dead.” He regarded her
harshly. “The biggest difference is that I actually dealt with her death while
you just blamed everyone else.”
As he predicted, bringing his mother up was the punch that broke through the
last of her defenses. “She shouldn’t have! She…shouldn’t have…” Tears began to
roll down her cheeks, anger flushing them red.
“I agree. It should have been you.” He let out a decidedly unamused snort,
feeling no remorse for his cold words. “There’s a thought I know a lot of
people must have had.”
Getting up off his chair and pressing the tip of the knife against her neck
once more, Jensen spoke bluntly. “Give me my answers or I swear I’ll find out
just how much I can make you bleed so that you can still get humanized
tomorrow.”
Dark power made him almost heady, the sounds of Jensen in the back of his mind
being almost drowned out by JR noise.
Before he could press down harder, draw the first drop of blood that would
cross him over that unspeakable line, his salvation came.
“Jensen, baby, no.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
It scared Jared more than he cared to admit, seeing his beautiful mate with a
knife against someone’s throat, even if that someone was Katherine Talley.
Jensen’s head jerked up at his voice, and it shook the Alpha to his core to see
the deadness in his lover’s stunning emerald eyes. Guilt gnawed at him; he had
allowed Jensen to become the very thing that he never wanted to be. He had
promised not to let Jensen fall into that chasm, but when it mattered, he
hadn’t been there.
But he wasn’t too late to stop Jen from crossing lines he’d never allowed
himself to cross before.
Taking a deliberate and cautious step forward, he held up his palms. “It’s
okay, baby,” he reassured, his voice low and soothing. “I’m here. I’m right
here, Jen. I’m not going to let you forget. I’m not going to let you be
something you’re not.”
Jensen’s hand moved slowly away, but no warmth breached his hard eyes. “Leave,
Jared,” he returned evenly. “You had no problem doing so a little while ago.”
“I was scared,” he admitted softly, not taking offense to his mate’s words. “I
was angry that you got hurt and I was afraid that you didn’t tell me because
you didn’t trust me.” He shook his head ruefully. “I realized that you were
trying to protect me and from the way I reacted, I definitely can’t deny that
you might have been right.”
He let those words sink in before taking another few, careful steps towards his
mate. “But we are a team. You are my mate, and my Beta, and my partner. We
gotta share stuff, so that no one can use secrets against us. The only way
we’re going to function as the team I know we are, is if we have complete
disclosure from now on.”
“Because you’ve handled complete disclosure so great, thus far.”
Jared flinched, a part of him growing cold as if Jensen’s flat eyes and tone
were freezing him from the inside out. He missed the warmth that Jensen had
exuded and permeated his soul since the day they first met, and Jared was all
too aware that he couldn’t feel his Beta over their mating bond.
Jensen was closing in on himself. So much so that he had put up a proverbial
brick wall that cut off their connection. It was like a vital piece of the
Alpha was missing, and he never realized how much he’d come to count on that
little intangible thread that tethered him to his lover. It was like a really
comfortable blanket of security that Jared didn’t know he depended on, until it
was taken away from him.
Nevertheless, he reached out with his mind, touching tendrils of love to
Jensen’s mental block. Feelings of adoration and fear and understanding and
respect and regret and admiration. It was a plea and a promise all at once; a
plea for forgiveness and a promise that they would fix anything, everything,
together.
Jensen was frozen in place, his chest heaving the only real indication that he
was feeling the emotions Jared was telegraphing. Slowly, the Alpha began moving
forward again, stopping tentatively in front of his mate.
“We were both wrong, Jen,” he murmured roughly, bringing his hand up to press
his palm against Jensen’s sternum, just above his heart. It was beating against
his palm as fast as a mockingbird’s wings. “But you can’t give up on me, love.
You can’t make me lose you.” Jensen looked up at him, and Jared could almost
see the cracks in his mate’s armor. He pushed one last time. “You promised me,
love. You said that you were going to remember. You said that you weren’t going
to become something you thought you needed to be, and let go of who you
actually are.” Jared brought the hand not resting over Jensen’s heart to cup
his mate’s face, long fingers spanning a sharp jaw and slender throat. “You
promised you wouldn’t…I made a mistake, earlier, but love…please don’t leave
me.”
Jared waited for a few tense moments that seemed more like years, while JR
seemed to be considering his words.
The Alpha’s relief couldn’t be measured when Jensen released a small, pained
sigh, staggering forward and slumping against him, hands twining determinedly
into Jared’s shirt.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” his mate was whispering, voice small and
tired. “Please don’t hate me.”
“I could never hate you, baby,” Jared refuted in a fierce murmur, yanking
Jensen in closer. “Don’t ever think that. I love you so much. I’m sorry too,
love, I’m so damn sorry.”
The Alpha tightened his grip as his Beta began to shiver in his arms. This was
the first time that Jensen had ever really lost control with him; the first
time that his beautiful mate had shattered and trusted him to put the pieces
back together.
As badly as it had come about, some small part of Jared was grateful it had
happened. With everything that was going on, Jensen needed the kind of soul
cleansing that only crying could give, despite the fact that his mate had never
really accepted as much.
Katherine was watching them quietly, something indefinable in her eyes. She
wasn’t saying anything – perhaps realizing that Jared was effectively saving
her from torture – but Jared’s Alpha rebelled against the notion of her being
privy to his Beta’s emotions. Moving steadily, he herded Jensen back up the
stairs, never letting much space come between them as he did.
He knew Chris would have followed him here, and his suspicions were confirmed
when Kane came into view. His pained blue eyes were fixed on Jensen’s trembling
form, and for once, Jen wasn’t cognizant of the eyes that were on him. His face
was buried in Jared’s chest, and as much as Jared definitely didn’t mind that,
he felt badly for Chris, knowing that the alpha was hurting for the pain his
best friend was going through.
Beaver showed up out of nowhere, a glass of iced water in hand. The Chemistry
professor also looked troubled, in a way that Jared had never really seen
before.
Until right then, Jared never really noticed just how much his mate’s
unwavering strength affected everyone around them. Almost everyone in their
pack, it seemed, drew from the unyielding confidence and determination Jensen
exuded, and Jared’s Alpha rumbled territorially once he realized that he was
the only person Jensen could truly fall apart with.
Of course, it made him feel like more of an idiot for walking away from Jensen
earlier, but then there was nothing to be said for his base instincts.
Slowly, Jensen retracted from his hold, unhooking his death grip on Jared’s
shirt at the same time, reaching down for his hand instead. There was a damp
spot on Jared’s chest, from Jensen’s tears, and it broke his heart when his
Beta mopped at his face, only for more tears to escape his beautiful eyes.
Jensen accepted the glass of water with a small smile – the ghost of the smile
that could light up Jared’s world – and drank deeply. “Thank you, Sir,” he
croaked, clearing his throat to try to get rid of the thick tenor of his voice.
He raised red rimmed eyes to look at each of them in turn. “I’m sorry,” he
apologized again, his voice gruff. “This was…” his voice caught despite his
best intentions. “I’m just sorry,” he finally whispered, voice smaller than
Jared could remember hearing it. “I’m so sorry.”
Jared felt like there should be a limit on how often he could feel his heart
break in his chest.
He reached around Jensen, pulling him into the firm cage of his arms. Jensen
leaned against him, eyes fluttering closed as he took in steadying breaths.
To everyone’s surprise, it was Beaver that spoke up first.
“Well I’ll be the first to say it, I’ll be glad when that broad stops being my
unwilling house guest,” he huffed gruffly.
The surprised, hard little laugh that fell from Jensen’s lips warmed Jared’s
insides. He knew they were far from okay; knew that they needed a lot to
recover from this round. But if Jensen could still muster up a laugh for their
Chemistry professor and pseudo-uncle…
…he had a feeling that they might just be okay.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
To date, silence had always been a friend of Jensen’s.
It was a blanket that he could wrap himself in, that meant that there was no
more yelled accusations and scathing insults being directed at him. It was a
time when he could listen to his own thoughts, ruminate over the world in a way
that he normally never allowed himself to. All told, Jensen kind of really
liked the silence.
At least, he had, until it had so viciously turned against him.
Jensen sat in front of Jared, Chris and Chad, in Jared’s cottage, having just
filled them in on the highlights of the years preceding Eric’s decision to
change his ways. They were all quiet – in sound, at least. Jensen’s mind
observed their other tells easily enough.
The tightening in Chris’ jaw and the pulse that kept jumping in his throat,
indicative of the explosive anger inside him.
Chad’s constant flexing of his fists and the agitated bounce of his leg against
the wooden floor that told Jensen just how much he wanted to be hunting Eric
down.
And Jared’s complete lack of movement, in Jensen’s understanding, spoke volumes
more about his mindset than any number of actions could have. He figured that
his Alpha only really shut down like that when he needed every single iota of
his control to keep from killing people. As it was, Jared was reigning in every
protective Alpha instinct he had, and in an effort to show his gratitude,
Jensen leaned towards him and curled their hands together.
Jared sent him a small smile back, gripping his hand like Jensen was a
lifeline, or maybe like Jared was trying to be one – Jensen couldn’t tell.
“I don’t understand why you won’t just let us kill him.”
The petulance in Chris’ voice eased a few notches off Jensen’s tension.
Childish indignation, he could handle, but the fury of three alpha wolves? Not
so much.
“I’ve gotten a lot of second chances in my life,” Jensen spoke quietly,
stunning himself with the ease with which he could answer that. “A second
chance at a family when I was a baby. A second chance with my brothers, when I
got you and Chad, and when Josh found me.” He squeezed Jared’s hand, keeping
his eyes on Chris. “A second chance at almost everything, the moment I met
Jared – life, hope, love, happiness…I had to take the second chance at having
my foster father back. I owed it to my parents, and to my foster mother to give
Eric a second chance, too. He’s really been trying recently.”
A small sigh escaped his lips. “Look,” Jensen levelled with them, “for a long
time, I was sure that college was going to be my only way out. I was sure that
I was never going to have the relationship with Eric that I used to have when I
was a kid. But then he actually started making an effort, and I’m not so naïve
that I think a couple texts and family dinners at home would make everything
alright…but it was a start. It was a commitment to making things okay again. We
were never going to be the fucking Brady Bunch, but…we’re both trying to be a
family. The kind of family my foster mom always wanted us to be. The kind of
family we were, when she was alive.”
Jared’s arms found their way around him, one corded arm across his chest and
the other around his waist, pulling him into his Alpha’s strong, firm chest. He
leaned back into it, savoring the feelings of comfort and safety that he
thought was gone forever.
“If something happens, I’ll deal with it,” he added softly. “But I would never
be able to live with myself if I didn’t give this a shot. If I was always going
to be wondering whether we could have learned to adjust or not.”
His friends descended once more into that silence. Jensen wrapped both hands
around Jared’s forearm, which was pressing into his chest, and decided to make
use of the quiet to align his own thoughts.
He had never been as close to the brink as he’d been when he was holding that
knife to Katherine’s throat. Jensen was known for his legendary control, and
even in the toughest of situations, he’d held his wits about him. But the
moment that Jared walked away from him and all his old insecurities came
bowling him over? It was the quickest, cleanest break he’d ever experienced.
It terrified him, how much of a tether Jared had become to him. The one thing
solid in his life, which was keeping him from losing his humanity. More
specifically, Jensen was scared that he’d allowed himself to give in to his
biggest weakness.
And JR was his biggest weakness, just as much as the persona was his greatest
strength. It was the part of himself that allowed him to detach from situations
to keep from being emotionally compromised, but it was also the part of him
that dulled his moral compass. It was the part of him that could spot patterns
and unravel people’s psyche with the best of shrinks, but it was also the part
of him that could strike at the most vulnerable places that could shatter an
already fragile psyche in order to get answers.
Since he started honing those scary skills, he’d known the dangers that came
with it. Aldis and Matt had never allowed him to partake in the skeeviest of
deals because of it – because they’d never wanted to allow him to fully expend
those abilities and be tempted to see how far he could take them. They had
known, even then, that Jensen didn’t want to become that type of person. It
would have been easy…God knew, after every beating, every insult and every
hurt, that it would have been so fucking easy to let go. To fall into a state
of malicious detachment.
But he couldn’t. He’d promised himself a long time ago that he wouldn’t.
And yet he almost had.
Jensen shuddered to think about the implications of crossing that line, if
Jared had been a little later than he had been. To anyone else, it may not have
seemed like much. What was a few little threats in the face of getting answers
that would protect an entire pack of Werewolves that were like family to him?
But it was more than that. It would have marked him becoming nothing better
than Adam, nothing better than an inebriated Eric. He would have become
everything he’d learned to fear. And it would have destroyed him. Maybe not
immediately, but it would have, spectacularly no less.
“You won’t let us kill your foster dad,” Chad groused, breaking the silence and
his train of thought, “and you won’t let us kill your abusive bastard of an ex,
either. Jeeze, Green Eyes, you ever heard of compromise?”
Jensen saw the nickname as what it was – a reassurance that Chad wasn’t mad at
him, too – but the words made him tense nonetheless. He straightened up, so
that he could face Jared too. “Speaking of abusive exes…” he bit his bottom
lip, suddenly afraid to tell Jared his newest intel. “Aldis called me last
night.” He huffed a little in disbelief; that party, and all that happiness,
hardly seemed like it was just a few hours ago. It felt like a lifetime in the
past. Barreling past his nerves, Jensen caught his Alpha’s eyes. “Apparently
Adam has been asking around about me. There’s nothing concrete to worry on just
yet, but just so y’all know.”
Chris swore a blue streak, while Chad just clenched his jaw and Jared sported a
look of hurt, mixed in with anger and concern.
Jensen simply waited, with bated breath, for Jared’s reaction.
Finally, the Alpha spoke. “We can deal with him easily enough if he even thinks
about coming within 50 feet of you,” Jared asserted, a hint of a possessive
growl in his voice. “That being said…we love you guys, but Chris, Chad –
goodnight. We’ll see you tomorrow. I need some time with Jensen now.”
Something in Jared’s voice – Jensen couldn’t pinpoint what – was apparently a
game-changer. Chris and Chad left, both without (much) complaint, and both
giving him a fierce hug before they did. Apprehension coiled deep in Jensen’s
belly.
Jared had come back, sure…but was it just to save him? Did his Alpha finally
decide he’d had enough of Jensen’s drama? Was this the part where Jared let him
off easy before riding into the sunset with someone far more capable than
Jensen at his side?
Jensen’s chest compressed at the thought, but he readied himself for the blow.
There was no way he was going to hold Jared back if he needed to let go. He
just hoped he’d be strong enough to hold out until his amazing Alpha left.
 
~*Jared*~
 
His stunning mate, his beautiful Beta, looked like he was bracing himself for a
knife.
And hurt more than Jared could describe exploded inside him.
That, combined with the clear fear and hesitation Jensen had, telling him about
Adam, told Jared everything he needed to know about how badly he messed up
earlier. How badly he’d hurt his mate. That was something he had to fix, right
the fuck now.
With utmost care, he gathered Jensen’s hand in his own, turning around to lead
his mate upstairs and into – what he’d come to think of as – their bedroom.
Jensen was tense and quiet the whole way, making Jared nervous and wondering
whether he’d taken things too far today.
Could Jensen forgive him for leaving when his mate needed him most? Or was this
the part where Jensen gave up on his consistent struggle with his protective
instincts? Decided he’d had enough of trying to deal with Jared’s freak-outs
over and above his own worries?
The thought itself made Jared shudder.
He had to trust that the love they had, was stronger than his insecurities and
Jensen’s combined.
It was easier to do that, than he thought it would be.
With gentle firmness, he led Jen to their bed, directing him to lie in the
middle of the bed without needing to use his words. His mate’s body was still a
rigid line along their bed, but Jared was aiming to change that.
Not giving his Beta the chance to protest, Jared angled himself to lie over
Jensen, every inch of their body in contact even as he used his forearms to
brace his full weight. Wide green eyes blinked owlishly at him, giving him the
first glimpse of the fear that was churning through his lover.
All at once, it wasn’t difficult for him to figure out what he needed to say.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed with the sheer
force of his regret. He pressed his forehead against Jensen’s, a tremble
rocking through his body. “I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry I made you think that I
wouldn’t be back, I’m sorry that I didn’t push aside my instincts long enough
to tell you that my anger wasn’t at you…I’m sorry for handling this all wrong,
when you’ve handled all my secrets and burdens so fucking effortlessly.” He
choked a bitter laugh, not opening his eyes. “I don’t know how you do it, love.
I don’t know how you hold this mantle so damn well. How you keep all this from
smothering you, and still find it in you to reassure and be there for everyone
else. I’m so fucking sorry I couldn’t do that for you when you needed me to.
I’ll never forgive myself for…”
“Jay, stop.” Jensen’s choked voice was thick. “Open your eyes, Alpha,” he
whispered softly. Jared felt a thrum of anticipation spike in his chest as he
slowly followed the command. Brilliant green eyes stared back at him, shining
with a sheen of unshed tears. “You came back,” Jensen murmured. “There’s
nothing for me to forgive you for. Do you forgive me for being too afraid to
tell you? Not afraid of you,” he hastened to clarify. “Afraid that the truth
might prove me incompetent to be your mate.”
“Every single moment, of every single day,” Jared whispered roughly, “you show
me beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m the luckiest Alpha in the world, to have
such a strong and capable mate by my side.” Jared leaned down to nuzzle at his
mate’s throat, biting gently at some of the fading marks that decorated
Jensen’s skin, broadcasting his claim. “Never be afraid of me, love,” he
pleaded, almost inaudibly, as he mouthed along the silky skin, up Jensen’s jaw.
“Never be afraid of telling me things,” he elaborated, whispering the words
into his mate’s ear as he nibbled on the soft flesh of his ear lobe. “It nearly
killed me to see how scared you were to tell me about Aldis’ call. I never want
you to look like that again. I need you to remember that you can tell me
anything, and I’ll never ever take it out on you. On us. You might have to deal
with my Alpha over protectiveness, but I swear that you never have to be
worried that I’ll leave, baby. Never. I'd never - could never - leave you.”
Jensen’s breath was coming out in breathy gasps and whimpers as he leaned
eagerly into Jared’s kisses. He continued his ministrations along Jensen’s
neck, across his collarbone and around the soft swell of his shoulder, which
was the furthest his shirt would stretch until.
There was still something blatantly missing though, like a vital part of Jared.
Their mating bond.
“Jensen, love,” he panted softly, feeling like his skin was too tight, too hot.
He needed to reclaim his mate, starting with their connection that Jared didn’t
know he’d come to depend on so fiercely. “Baby, I need you to…” the words were
stuck in his throat as pleasure and need fogged his senses.
“Tell me, Jay,” Jensen pleaded, arching up into him slightly.
“I need you to let me in, baby. I need you to let me feel you again. Our bond,
Jen…” he sucked deeply on the skin above Jensen’s pulse point before
continuing. “You shut me out when we fought earlier. You created some kind of
wall when you retreated into yourself, so that I can’t feel you through our
telepathic connection anymore. Driving me crazy, baby,” he husked throatily,
swiveling his hips to grind his denim-covered cock over Jensen’s. “Need to feel
you, love. Need to feel your soul touching mine.”
Jensen caught his eyes, hands tangling in his hair and rubbing soothingly. “I
never realized,” he whispered, loosening the fist of anxiety in Jared’s chest
that he hadn’t consciously noticed was there since losing the connection. “I
didn’t mean to.”
With the unspoken apology, Jensen’s muscles uncoiled, and slowly but surely,
the first spark of feeling permeated Jared’s body. He sagged a little, with the
force of his pent-up sigh of relief; it was like having a small part of himself
throbbing in pain, and it finally being healed.
They exchanged languid kisses until eventually, they were both laying
themselves bare to one another, just like they did the first time they mated,
except slightly stronger for the trials they’d overcome since then. Clothes
melted under their fingertips and it wasn’t long before Jared was three fingers
deep into his hot, sweat-slick mate.
“Just like that, baby,” he growled when Jensen arched up with a wanton cry as
Jared stroked his prostate. “You moan so pretty for me. Lemme hear you, Jen.
Wanna hear you fall apart.”
“Jesus, fuck, Jay…” Jensen whimpered, clutching uselessly at Jared’s biceps.
“Fuck me, take me, come on Alpha…need you inside me.”
“Fuck…yeah, Jen,” he mumbled, out of his mind with the need to claim and
possess. “Yeah, okay.”
Pushing into his Beta’s tight hole, it was all Jared could do not to come from
the sweet pressure around his dick. He mouthed clumsily along Jensen’s abdomen
as he slid in, sucking little bruises all along his body to the gorgeous sounds
of Jensen begging him to go faster.
When finally he was fully enveloped in his mate, Jared pulled back just enough
to look Jensen in the eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice a low and fervent promise. “More than the
moon and the stars.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
For the first time since waking up his Alpha’s arms, Jensen felt a real smile
tug at his lips. Jared speaking those words, he knew, was a promise that they
were okay. That they would be okay.
And damn if he didn’t know exactly how to respond.
“I love you too, Jay,” he murmured, his feelings for his Alpha almost
overwhelming him. “Forever and always.”
Jared leaned down to press a kiss to his lips at the same time that his hips
began to thrust gently into him, creating a rhythm all their own. Jensen gasped
into his mate’s mouth, trying to rock downwards and urge Jared into a faster
pace.
Maybe it was Jared’s Alpha need to claim him, or maybe Jared was just perfectly
in tune with Jensen, but in the next moment, Jared drove into him with a sharp
jerk, drawing a punched out gasp from Jensen’s mouth. Jared pistoned his hips,
fucking owning Jensen with each drag of his cock against the green eyed boy’s
tender rim.
“Ngh, Jay, please…” he moaned loudly, his head thrown back in pleasure. He
didn’t even know what he was begging for as he held on to Jared’s shoulders,
tightening his legs around Jared’s waist. When Jared roughly stripped his
throbbing member, it was like an electric shock of pleasure and after a few
determined strokes, Jensen arched his back almost off the bed with the force of
his orgasm slamming into him.
Loose-limbed after his release and accustomed to his Alpha’s body, it wasn’t
long before Jared’s knot pushed into him, stretching him even tighter. After a
few thrusts, Jared was coming hard, splashing Jensen’s insides white as the
Alpha bit sloppily at his throat to muffle his groan.
Jared collapsed carefully next to him, manhandling their connected bodies
tenderly until he was spooning Jensen, the way they normally slept. Jared
slotted one leg in between his, wrapped one arm around his waist and the other
across his chest, and curled around Jensen until a piece of paper couldn’t have
fit between their sweaty bodies. His Alpha assaulted his neck and shoulder with
soft little nips and suckles as they both basked in the afterglow.
“Don’t ever want to not feel you again,” Jared growled, his tone an interesting
mix of possessive Alpha and scared lover. “Don’t ever want to lose our
connection.”
Jensen simply snuggled back, impossibly closer. Here, wrapped up around Jared
and filled to bursting with love and acceptance?
This seemed like the perfect place to forget the world for a little while.
Jensen fell asleep to hot breath puffing against the nape of his neck, and –
one of his favorite feelings – the feel of Jared’s heartbeat against his back.
 
~*Jared*~
 
ThumpThumpThump.
Apparently, the world didn’t get the memo that they were forgetting it for the
night.
ThumpThumpThump.
Jared blinked awake when the knocking on their door persisted. Jensen sat up,
groaning at the dull ache in his ass and the Alpha grumbled incoherently,
fumbling around the bedside table until he found his phone.
02:54
“Why the damn hell would anyone be breaking down our door at ass o’clock in the
morning?” Jared huffed in annoyance, scowling into his pillow. A thought
occurred to him, and he growled unintelligibly. “I’m gonna kill Chad if it’s
him.”
Jensen laughed, deep and throaty, and the beautiful sound swept away Jared’s
bad mood instantaneously. After the kind of day they’d had yesterday, he almost
been afraid that he’d never hear that amazing sound again – at least, not for a
while – and it made his chest burn with happiness.
“Why would it be Chad?” Jensen asked in amused confusion, oblivious to the
dazed and star-struck look on Jared’s face as he pulled on his jeans and
Jared’s hoodie.
“I don’t know,” Jared shrugged as he dragged himself out of bed and into his
own jeans. “When something unexplainable, inappropriate or generally
unacceptable happens, we tend to look to Chad first.”
Jensen laughed again, and a soft, silly smile quirked Jared’s lips up. He
didn’t resist the urge to pull his beautiful mate into a long kiss, until they
were interrupted by pounding on the front door again. This time, it was Jensen
who huffed in annoyance, and Jared smirked at him.
As they descended the stairs, Jared motioned for Jensen to stay behind him. His
instincts weren’t buzzing with impending danger, but he still wasn’t about to
allow Jensen away from his protection until they knew what was behind their
door.
Turns out, they didn’t have to wait to find out.
“JR, get your scrawny little ass out here!” Aldis yelled. “Don’t make me call
someone to bust the door in.”
Jared exchanged a look with his mate that told him Jensen’s worries were as
real as his own. Grabbing his Beta’s hand in his, Jared squeezed reassuringly
before opening the door. “Dodge, hey…m’sorry, man, me and Jen were asleep
upstairs.”
“I do not need to know what kinky business you two fuckers were getting on,”
Aldis rolled his eyes, “but would either of you mind explaining to me why y’all
have phones? Because it obviously ain’t for answering calls or returning voice
messages,” he groused.
“S’been a long day, Al,” Jensen offered quietly, apologetically, his voice
cracking with tiredness. It seemed Aldis Hodge was just as susceptible as the
rest of them to Jensen Ackles, as he almost instantly softened.
“You alright, kid?” he asked, voice full of gruff concern as they walked into
the living room. “You look like you just went a couple rounds with Hell fire
and came out burned.”
Jensen winced and Jared grasped lightly at the nape of his neck, soothing.
“Seems just about right,” he mumbled. “What’re you doing out here so late, Al?
And how’d you know where to find me?”
Aldis grinned lightly. “Your old buddy, Dean, hacked into some probably
confidential places and traced the White Bread’s phone here,” he revealed, and
Jared wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or annoyed that he was easily
traceable.
“I’m not even gonna start on how much ass I’m gonna kick for invading my
boyfriend’s privacy,” Jensen stated dryly, making Jared smile. “But that begs
the question…why’d you need to track me down so badly?”
Hodge immediately sobered, and it did nothing to inspire relief in the Alpha.
“I got wind that the rat bastard-” the bar owner broke his sentence to look at
Jared, adding, “-that’s our personal nickname for one Mr. Adam Gilligan, by the
way…word on the street is that he put out feelers about you. Everybody knows
not to cross JR, so he struck out on that front. Me and the boys went looking
for him last night, to have that little…talk with him, but we couldn’t find
him. Couple hours later, Spike walks into the bar, tells me that he broke into
the jackass’s dorm room.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jensen interrupted, green eyes narrowed with a mixture of
concern and reprimand. “I warned Spike about getting mixed up in that shit, he
shouldn’t have done that.”
“Not the reason I rode out here, JR,” Aldis reminded them. “Spike said that the
place was clean. Half his clothes were cleared out, nothing in the fridge, and
no signs that the bed was slept in recently.”
“Adam’s in his first year at college,” Jensen pointed out, sounding far too
calm and sensible for it not to be a façade. “He’s probably crashing at home or
out partying.”
“Or maybe he’s here.”
Jared suppressed a growl at the notion that Adam was even remotely near to his
mate.
“He doesn’t know anyone here, and nobody outside of Jared and two of my best
friends know where I live,” Jensen spoke, forcing his voice to remain level and
reasonable. “Even if he is here, he ain’t finding me.”
“You have to prepare for the worst case scenario, J-Ross,” Aldis instructed.
“That way…”
“…no one will be able to take me by surprise and attack my blind side,” Jensen
finished dutifully. “I know, Al. You taught me well. But you also taught me not
to jump to any conclusions and to keep a clear mind on me. I can’t do that if
I’m panicking about ifs, maybes and possibilities.”
“But you can’t do it with your head in the sand, either, Kid,” Hodge nudged
Jensen’s knee gently. “Look, I’m gonna stick around for a couple days, just in
case you need some backup.”
Jensen smiled wearily, and Jared was sad to see the tension already coiling his
mate’s muscles. “You don’t have to do that, man,” Jen assured the bar owner
absentmindedly. “I’ll be safe, as long as I’m with Jared.”
It did some crazy things to the Alpha’s heart, the way Jensen spoke without
even thinking, so sure of Jared’s ability to keep him safe.
“You sure kid?”
Jared watched as his mate had a silent conversation with the man, the action
taking on some understanding with the knowledge that Aldis had been something
of a mentor to Jensen. After a few moments, Aldis stood, holding out his hand
and smiling at Jared with something that looked an awful lot like approval.
“I didn’t realize this when I first met you,” Dodge nodded as Jared clasped his
hand, “but you’re obviously a huge part of the reason my boy here’s happy. And
okay. Thanks for looking out for him, keeping him safe.”
Jared felt warmth flood his chest and he smiled. “Thanks for keeping him safe
until I could find him,” he returned, trying to convey his serious gratitude to
the older man through his eyes.
Jensen groaned audibly. “Fuck my life, I’m not a fucking teenage girl taking
her boyfriend to meet her father for the first time,” he griped, getting up
with a huff and heading for their unofficial guest room. “You’re bunking here
tonight, Hodge,” he threw over his shoulder as he walked. “No way I’m letting
you ride home, and if I remember right, there is some nasty stuff in motel
rooms.”
Jared laughed with Dodge as Jensen imitated the older man’s voice, using the
words he’d spoken to them the night he’d convinced them to bunk at his place.
“Jen’s right, man,” he added with a smile. “No way are you not bunking with us,
especially after you rode all the way out here to get the message to us.”
“Y’all better not get up to any funny business while I’m here,” the bar owner
spoke loudly, and judging from the mirth in his eyes, Jared concluded that the
words were more a jibe at Jensen than an actual warning.
His suspicions were confirmed when, a beat later, Jensen’s muffled voice came
across. “Fuck off, Hodge.”
Aldis laughed, shaking his head, before turning back to Jared. “I didn’t get to
do this before you left,” he said mildly, a serious note entering his tone,
“but just for the benefit of the record, I’ll break your pretty little face if
you break his heart.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jared nodded with a grin. “For that same record, I shouldn’t tell
Jen about this conversation, right?”
Hodge snorted indelicately. “Fuck no. I like all my bits and pieces exactly
where they are, thank you very much, White Bread.”
Jared coughed to hide his chuckles as Jensen walked back into the room. His
mate raised an eyebrow at him, obviously not convinced, and Jared wondered what
kind of distractions he could make use of to get out of his lover’s questions.
“Bed’s made. You need sweats?”
Aldis shook his head in response to the question. “Nah man, I had enough
forethought to pack.” Slinging his bag across his shoulder, the older man
smirked wolfishly at Jensen. “Seriously man, I don’t wanna hear nothin’. There
are some things I’d never like to know about my little brother,” he teased,
ruffling Jensen’s hair. “And that includes knowing what goes on behind his
closed doors.”
Jensen smirked, but before he could retort, his face suddenly paled and a small
breath of air punched violently out of his body. He swayed on his feet, looking
sick.
Ice coated Jared’s insides and he was next to his mate in a second, steadying
arms around him. “Jen, baby, what’s wrong?”
Wide, horrified eyes met his own. “She shouldn’t have known,” his mate mouthed.
“Jared…how did she know?” Shaking his head, Jensen pushed away from him,
urgency taking over his features. “We need to go, Jay, right the fuck now.”
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Chapter End Notes
     Hope I didn't completely blow this chapter - there was a lot that I
     was fretting over! Especially since I didn't actually plan to add
     smut to this chapter! Hope y'all enjoyed!!
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***** Beta...And Then Some *****
Chapter Notes
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     chapter! ;-)
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     going with this chapter!!
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~*Jensen*~
 
He hadn’t been this angry with himself in a long time.
“Baby, you’re gonna have to elaborate for me,” Jared interrupted his train of
thought. His Alpha was pulling on his sneakers, the keys to the Impala already
dangling from his fingers. “You know I’m going with you on this, but I need to
understand what you’re seeing.”
Jensen blinked, forcing himself to calm down. “Yeah,” he finally managed to
nod, shuddering out a breath. “Yeah, okay, I’ll explain in the car.” He turned
to face the confused face of his old mentor. “You’ll hold down the fort,
Hodge?” he asked, even as he knew the answer.
Like he predicted, he was answered with a swift nod. “You got it, man, whatever
you need.”
He gave Aldis a rough, one-armed hug in response, before jamming his feet into
his own shoes and following Jared out the door. As soon as the Impala roared to
life, Jared spoke.
“This has something to do with Katherine.” The Alpha’s words were more of a
statement that a question.
“Yeah,” he answered anyway, resisting the urge to put his fist through
something solid. “How did she know, Jay?” he asked, his voice frustrated. “She
brought up Eric abusing me, knowing that it would throw me for a loop and
counting on me being blindsided enough that I wouldn’t realize – and I didn’t!
– that she had no business knowing that.” He fixed his gaze on his lover’s,
watching as comprehension dawned on Jared’s face.
“She shouldn’t have known about the abuse,” he breathed. “Not unless she was
watching you.”
He nodded jerkily. “Not unless she was watching me.”
“But if she was watching you for a long time, why did she wait to try to kill
you?”
“I don’t know, Jay,” he admitted in a low voice, shoving his hand almost
violently through his dirty-blonde spikes. “I don’t know.” He waited a moment,
trying to ride out the explosive, inwardly directed fury in his bones, to no
avail. “God damnit!” he cursed viciously, interlocking his fingers and bringing
his linked hands to the back of his neck, knowing that it was the only way he
wasn’t going to hit Jared’s beautiful Impala. He leaned forward, his head
dropping between his arms. “I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on that, I can’t
believe I let my emotions get the better of me.”
“Stop it, baby,” Jared’s strong voice interrupted his self-recrimination.
“Don’t do that, don’t blame yourself for that.” One big hand wrapped around
his, where his clasped fists were pressing against the nape of his neck.
Keeping his eyes shut tightly, he blindly groped until his fingers messily
latched with Jared’s. “Déjà vu, Jay,” he bit off, trusting Jared to know that
his tone was directed at himself and not the Alpha. “This is the second time
that I missed something so vital. The second time that JR didn’t immediately
pick up on a discrepancy because I was busy angsting over something that I
should have been able to push to the back of my mind.” He huffed out an
agitated sigh. “I got softer than I realized.”
“Good,” Jared stressed promptly, squeezing his fingers and holding on, despite
how awkward it must have been to be driving with one hand. “You don’t need to
be JR anymore. You shouldn’t have had to be him since you came here. You chose
us over him.”
“Yeah, well…if I had been him, then we probably wouldn’t be on the damn back
foot all the time.”
“And I wouldn’t have gotten to know my beautiful, amazing, incredible Beta,”
his lover pointed out without hesitation. “Besides,” Jared huffed a mirthless
laugh, “you basically helped engineer your own rescue by figuring out where
they were keeping you when you got taken. You protected the pack’s pups with
your own life that day in the clearing. Hell, you saved my entire pack – my
home – the day you figured out Morgan’s plans to ambush us!! I’d hardly call
that a ‘back foot’, love.”
With each reassurance, Jensen managed to grasp an admittedly tenuous hold on
calm. He straightened slowly, bringing his and Jared’s hands forward to rest on
his knee.
“You know,” he cleared his throat, voice turning softer with affection, “you
were the one who figured out how to reach me telepathically when I was taken.
The love you have for your pack was with me by association, and I knew I had to
protect Luke and his brother and sister. And you kept me calm enough, the day
of the ambush and today, to keep a level head and see what I wasn’t seeing.”
Without looking up, he brought Jared’s knuckles to his lips for a brief kiss.
“You make me better, without making me JR. The only reason we’re not two steps
behind is because you’re always there for me to keep me sharp. I definitely
chose right.”
“It’s true we make a kickass team, baby.” Jensen could hear Jared’s wolfish
grin in his tone. “You’re the brains, I’m the brawn.”
A surprised laugh bubbled through his chest, and he finally picked his head up
to look at his Alpha’s smiling face. “I could so take your ass in a fight,
Padalecki.”
“Maybe as a human,” Jared allowed cheerfully, “but you still wouldn’t. We both
love you bottoming too much.”
Jensen chuckled at the blatant, playful leer the Alpha was aiming at him. “Fair
enough, you toppy bastard.”
“You love it,” Jared shot back dismissively.
“I do,” Jensen admitted brazenly. “Hey,” he smirked, patting the dashboard with
a mental apology for his violent thoughts earlier, “if I’m the brains, and
you’re the brawn, that totally makes your Impala the beauty.”
“Naw,” Jared shot him a look that was equal parts tender and amused, “I love
her, but you’re definitely, exponentially more beautiful than our Impala.”
Jensen’s heart warmed at the correction, a pleasant hum coursing throughout his
body that was a lot more relaxing than the fury that came before it. Jared was
the only one who could temper his emotions like that, be it with a simple touch
of his hand, or the changing of a single pronoun that proclaimed Jared’s car as
his own, too.
The unspoken promises for their future together.
“Thank you, Jared,” he whispered, looking at their still joined hands.
“For calling you beautiful?” Jared teased, just as softly.
He smiled at his lover’s pretense of being obtuse. “For bringing out things in
me that make me Jensen.” He looked over to find burning hazel eyes glancing
intermittently at him. “For reminding me of the man I want to be. The man I
think I might never have been if I hadn’t literally fallen into your arms that
first day in Chemistry.”
He smirked, expecting a well-timed quip about falling all over his Alpha, so it
surprised Jensen when Jared simply smiled, an inexplicably tender look crossing
his features.
“I remember thinking,” Jared husked, bringing their hands up to press against
his chest, “that nothing else mattered, just as long as I could keep you in my
arms forever. I remember thinking that everything suddenly made sense. Like the
world had been out of focus and I just then realized it because you showed me
what the world could be like.” The Alpha laughed roughly and Jensen felt his
eyes burn at the sheer force of the love that was pulsating through their bond.
“I also remember thinking that I was going crazy,” the Alpha admitted,
wrinkling his nose around his smile. “But figuring that again, that was totally
okay, if it meant I didn’t have to let you go.”
“Jesus,” Jensen laughed slightly, his voice shaky with repressed emotion, “I
feel like I have the emotional range of a centipede. I just remember being torn
between mortified that I tripped into the hottest guy in class, and annoyed
that Fate seemed to take pleasure in my pain.” Jared chuckled in amusement and
the sound struck Jensen’s heart in the way only Jared’s happiness could. “I
guess anything could happen, though,” he reflected thoughtfully, “and I still
could never complain. If Fate brought me you, then no amount of bad karma could
measure up to the good that you bring to my life. Makes up for everything that
had to come before you, and anything that’s going to come after you, as long as
it means having you in my life.”
“Emotional range of a centipede, he says,” Jared teased, shooting him a soft
smile.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Jensen had to ask. “How do you know exactly how
to calm me down when I’m on the brink of losing it completely?”
“The same way that you know how to calm my Alpha instincts, I guess,” Jared
shrugged. “We’re two parts of a whole. We complement each other’s strengths and
weaknesses.”
He nodded slowly, taking in his Alpha’s words. “Well then,” he murmured, “how
do you want to handle this?”
Jensen felt the phantom feel of gratitude over their bond and knew instantly
that he’d made the decision in asking.
“No more JR,” Jared answered immediately, firmly. “I hate what it does to you.”
“Okay,” Jensen agreed easily, welcoming the twinge of relief in his chest.
“Honestly, I’m not so sure how much more she would respond to that, anyway. Not
now that she’s had a chance to compose herself again.”
“Well we do know something she never expected us to pick up on,” the Padalecki
heir pointed out. “Can’t we just blindside her with that and hope she cracks?”
“Sure, but what do we do in the event of that backfiring?” he asked
pragmatically. “Because at this point, shooting blind has fifty-fifty odds, at
best. We’d be screwed if that was our only play.”
“That seems just about right,” Jared allowed reluctantly, nodding his head.
Jensen ran his tongue over his teeth, casting his eyes speculatively over the
dark surroundings that they were quickly passing. “The problem is that we have
no bargaining chips. We have nothing that she wants, except maybe my head and a
silver platter.”
“We have the humanizing serum,” the Alpha pointed out quietly. “She wants to
stay Were so badly. What if we offer her that in exchange for information?”
A hint of amusement quirked Jensen’s lips up. “You’ve been watching too many
procedural cop shows, Jay,” he mocked playfully. “We’re not offering her a
‘plea bargain’. For one thing, there is way too much damage she could do if she
stays a Were – damage that might be detrimental to the pack, no less – and for
another thing, I’m not going back on her punishment. That was Chris’ decision
to make, his closure to gain. I can’t take that away from him.”
Jared huffed childishly. “I don’t know about you, Jen, but I’m not seeing that
many other options here,” he groused. “And I don’t watch too many cop shows,”
he added petulantly.
Jensen snickered, leaning over to press an apologetic kiss to Jared’s shoulder,
exposed by his wifebeater. “The only uncertain thing in her future right now,
is her impending new life as a human,” he bit his lower lip contemplatively.
“Maybe she’s scared about that. Maybe we could offer her some form of a start-
up to her life as a human.”
“I’m still not sure we should be letting her go, even as a human,” Jared argued
sensibly. “She could be just as much of a threat as a human. What stops her
from attacking the pack – or you – at a later date, once she’s recovered?”
“History,” Jensen answered absently, forgetting that Jared didn’t know about
his trump card. “Specifically, her own. When Josh showed up and dropped the
bomb that Katherine was officially dead for the past nine years, I called Dean
up and asked him to make up a dossier for me, on her life and more to the
point, her death. I asked him to keep it on ice for me. When she turns human,
we give her an ultimatum; leave forever, or get delivered to an asylum, far,
far away, along with that file. She won’t be able to explain it, so her choices
basically amount to a life away from us, or four padded white walls for the
rest of her natural life.”
Jensen was met with silence from his Alpha, and after a moment, he turned to
see the owlish look on Jared’s face.
“Remind me never to get on your bad side, baby.”
Jensen snorted. “I’d never have you institutionalized, Jay,” he denied
flippantly. “I’d just withhold sex. For a really long time.”
Jared shuddered dramatically. “I repeat; remind me never to get on your bad
side.” The Alpha grinned suddenly. “Although I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a
little hot to see your evil villain side.”
Jensen rolled his eyes indulgently. “All I need is the cape and the woefully
inappropriate pet with an affectionate streak and a propensity for sitting on
my shoulder.”
“So,” Jared smirked, “a cape, and little Lukas in his wolf form, then?”
That surprised a full-on laugh from Jensen, his head thrown back in amusement
as he faced the undeniable parallel. Even after all the time that had passed
since that day in the clearing, Luke’s favorite place was atop his shoulder,
and Jensen still hadn’t found it in his heart to stop the pup from settling
there.
“Luke in his wolf form,” he agreed, his eyes warm. “I really need to have a
talk with that kid.”
“Need to,” Jared agreed glibly, “but we both know that it’s not gonna happen.”
Jensen cringed his acceptance. “Probably not.”
He tensed as they turned on to Beaver’s street, letting go of the temporary
levity with a calm, measured breath and centering himself for what they needed
to do. Jared squeezed his hand in silent support, leaving him to this thoughts
as he steered the Impala with effortless ease.
No amount of preparation could have readied him for the sight that met their
eyes when they pulled up in front of Jim’s house.
As soon as he saw all the lights on at Beaver’s place, and Gerald Padalecki’s
Jeep parked outside, Jensen knew that somehow the shit had hit the fan. Judging
from the intake of breath from his mate, Jared had figured out as much too.
He was out of the car even before Jared had stopped completely, and it was
purely for the sake of unity that he stopped long enough for Jared to catch up
with him at the bottom of the porch. The Alpha wordlessly grabbed his hand, a
show of support, and linked their fingers before walking up the porch steps.
Rapping sharply on the door, Jensen felt something ominous strike him deeply at
the look on Jared’s face.
The look on Beaver’s face when he opened the door already confirmed Jensen’s
suspicions, without the man needing to say a word.
“Get inside,” Jim ordered them gruffly. He allowed Jared to lead the way,
taking a moment to inhale deeply and try to identify the tangy smell that was
permeating the air.
“Boys.” Jensen blinked, coming back to the present as the Alpha addressed them
both, confusion on his face. “What are you doing here this late? How did you
find out?”
That now-familiar sense of impending doom draped over him. “Find out what,
Sir?” he asked in a level voice.
Comprehension dawned a moment too late, and Jensen was glad when resignation
came over the Senior Padalecki’s face. He was not in the mood to split straws.
“Earlier on,” Gerald explained almost gently, “we didn’t think much of leaving
the chair that we had in the basement. We underestimated your Aunt’s will to
remain Were…”
Jensen swallowed, praying that his worst assumption was wrong, that he wasn’t
too late to get the answers that had the power to keep the Padalecki pack safe.
“What happened?” he forced the question out through numb lips.
Gerald sighed, fixing him with a sympathetic look. “She broke the leg of the
chair and used the jagged end to slit her wrists. She’s gone.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
He had smelled the copious amount of blood coming in, but he had dared to hope
that the outcome wasn’t what he feared it was.
And yet.
Jensen expelled his breath in a whoosh, as though someone had sucker punched
him, and Jared ached for the phantom feelings that were racing through his
mate’s body, going too fast for him to even identify. Everything was quiet for
a moment, before Jensen turned around and walked out, without looking back.
Jared watched him sit heavily on the porch stairs, resisting the urge to go
over and instead giving his mate some space.
“I heard about what transpired earlier,” his father’s voice brought Jared back
to attention. “With Jensen and you, and with Jensen and his Aunt.”
The Alpha heir nodded tiredly, leaning against his father when a hand grasped
his shoulder in comfort. “It’s been one hell of a day, Dad.”
“Is Jensen’s foster father still alive?”
The question didn’t surprise him, nor did Jared for a moment think that his
father was asking in jest. As an Alpha, Gerald must have understood the
emotions that had bowled him over earlier. This question loosely translated to
Is there another body we’re gonna have to deal with tonight?
“Jensen made me promise,” he answered simply.
Gerald only nodded in acceptance, but Jared didn’t miss the relief that
loosened his father’s shoulder muscles. “Is he going to be okay?” the current
Pack Alpha asked, flicking concerned eyes towards Jensen’s still-prone form.
Instead of answering, Jared turned on his heel and went to his mate, his heart
breaking when he noticed that Jensen had curled back into his defeated stance;
hands linked at the nape of his neck, back slouched and head almost in between
his knees. Occasional tremors rocked the smaller man’s body, and Jared knew
instinctively that it wasn’t tears, but rather the multitude of emotions
crashing into Jensen spectacularly.
“She would have rather butchered herself,” Jensen spoke eventually, his voice
low and rough, “than to become human.”
“Baby, I…”
“How could I have been such an idiot?” Jensen cut off his words, still not
looking up at him. “Such a God damned fucking moron!”
Jared felt a stab of pain at the self-recrimination he heard seeping through
Jensen’s furious voice. “Jensen…” he tried for a pleading tone.
“No,” his mate cut him off again, rising to his feet in his agitation and
descending the stairs so that he could pace on the ground. “This is all my
fault, Jared. If I hadn’t lost my shit earlier, we would have gotten the
answers and we would have remembered to remove the chair. If I had just kept a
handle on my emotions, then all of this could have been avoided. God damnit!”
he spat angrily, shoving his hand through his hair hard enough to hurt.
Seeing his mate in such turmoil made Jared feel like someone had reached into
his chest and clutched his heart in an icy fist. “Don’t do this to yourself,”
he murmured soothingly, trying to send compassion and understanding and love
and support through their bond, which was strained with the force of Jensen’s
anguish.
“No, Jay, you don’t get it,” Jensen stressed, his voice sounding thin. “I
promised I would get those answers out of her and I couldn’t hold my crap
together and now we have no way of finding out the truth!”
“We can figure it out some other way…”
“When?” the green-eyed boy asked wearily. Somehow, the defeated tone was worse
than the anger. “When the pack finds themselves in trouble or when someone
tries to kill one of us again?”
Jared flinched, trying to figure out why all of this was hitting Jensen as hard
as it was. “We’ll figure it out, baby.”
A harsh, choppy breath escaped his mate’s lips and he slipped down on to the
stairs again like a marionette with its strings cut. Despair rolled off him in
waves, and Jared’s inner Alpha howled at the pain of its Beta.
“Just one thing, Jay,” Jen whispered desperately. “Just one fucking thing I had
to do and I blew it to shit.”
“What happened today wasn’t your fault, love,” he denied strongly.
“What might happen in the future because of what happened today, will be my
fault,” Jensen returned dully. “You don’t get it, Jay. This was my idea, I was
supposed to get the information from her, I was supposed to help protect the
pack. You call me your partner, Jay; your Beta. How the hell am I going to be
the mate that you need – the mate that you deserve – when I couldn’t do one
little thing? How will I ever measure up to enough, as your Beta, if I can’t
protect the pack from the dangers that I brought?”
Jared felt like an idiot for not seeing it before.
Jensen’s resolve from the word ‘go’, his willingness to turn to JR in the name
of reconnaissance, his stubborn and masochistic determination to get his
answers at the cost of himself…
All because he wanted to protect Jared’s pack. Their pack. All in the name of
being his Beta, without Jensen even being fully aware of the implications
thereof.
“Oh, baby…” Jared trailed off, feeling sick for having missed the obvious.
“I couldn’t do this much for them,” Jensen was whispering, not even
acknowledging Jared anymore. “I thought I could do it without losing my cool,
and then I would know that I wasn’t completely unequipped and inadequate to be
your mate, to be at your side. I messed it up, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…I should
have powered through JR, I should have seen the connections sooner…”
Jared was on his knees in front of his mate in a second, gripping Jensen’s face
in his hands almost bruisingly. “Shh, baby, stop it,” he murmured, thumbing
away the tears he wasn’t sure Jensen even knew he was shedding. He pressed his
forehead against his lover’s. “We couldn’t have known. This isn’t your fault.”
“If I had just kept my composure,” Jensen mumbled, shaking his head as much as
he could with his face trapped between Jared’s palms, “then we would have had
the answers. How am I supposed to measure up to being your mate if all I do is
bring harm to your pack? How am I supposed to prove to myself and to the pack
that I’m not a wholly inadequate choice as your mate?”
“You already have done.”
Jared glanced up sharply at the sound of his father’s deep voice. He heard
Jensen mutter an involuntary curse, standing up quickly and swiping his hands
roughly at his cheeks, obviously trying for some composure, while Jared
remained slack-jawed and confused.
Probably not his finest moment, but who could really blame him?
It was Jensen’s continued, almost imperceptible trembling that brought him back
to the surface. He wrapped a protective arm around his mate, drawing him close
to his body and trying to absorb the shivers into himself.
His father sighed lightly, compassion entering his eyes, making him look softer
than Jared had seen in a long while. Gerald sat on one of the middle steps,
flicking his head in a clear invitation for them to join him. Jared knew an
unspoken command when he heard one, and it was only the instinctive knowledge
that his father was going to comfort his mate, that allowed Jared to smother
his usual, rebellious Alpha tendencies.
He sat two steps down from his dad, pulling Jensen to sit next to him, but
positioned between the two Alphas. Pulling his mate back into his chest, Jared
hoped he was making the right call. Meeting his father’s eyes over Jensen’s
down-turned head, he trusted that the message was clear in his face, despite
their inability to mind-speak in human form:
I’m trusting you with my most treasured mate, Dad. Don’t hurt him.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Try as he might, Jensen couldn’t stop himself from shaking.
He had never been so bitterly disappointed in himself – so potently furious at
himself – before that night. No less than seven different outcomes could’ve
happened, if he’d just had the fortitude to steamroll through his issues and
keep interrogating his late Aunt.
But he hadn’t. And the key piece to this massive jigsaw puzzle of the last few
months, was now dead. And he was about to face the Padalecki Pack Alpha, after
his actions all but condemned his pack vulnerable to attack.
He could barely bring himself to look at Gerald.
But Jensen was raised a warrior, in many different aspects. He had failed them
all, and he deserved the penance he would have to pay…but he was going to face
up and take responsibility like a man, and that meant looking the Senior
Padalecki square in the eyes and accepting whatever came his way.
Only, he hadn’t really counted on seeing empathy in those aforementioned eyes.
Disgust, sure. Fury, definitely. But not empathy. Not kindness.
“I want you to listen very carefully to me, Jensen.”
He blinked owlishly, still reeling from the lack of anger in the Alpha’s face,
before realizing what was being asked of him. Swallowing slowly, he forced
himself out of his own thoughts before nodding.
“I’m listening.”
“Jared was right,” were the first words out of Gerald’s mouth. It took Jensen a
minute to remember what his lover had been trying to tell him; what he had
pointedly ignored in favor of his self-inflicted guilt. “What happened here
tonight was not your fault. But what concerns me, is that you think yourself
unfit to be the Beta of the Pa…” Gerald stopped abruptly, eyes flicking over
Jensen’s shoulder before returning to his. “To be Jared’s Beta,” he amended
quickly.
Jensen wondered briefly what the man had been about to say, but his flat
disbelief outweighed his curiosity. “You don’t even think I’m fit to be Jared’s
Beta,” he mumbled, before he could stop himself.
His eyes widened when he realized what he’d said, a split second before Jared
tensed at his back. It seemed the filter between his brain and mouth had been
broken with all the night’s drama; just another on the long list of things he
had to apologize for.
But then, the Senior Padalecki was just full of surprises.
“Yes,” Gerald chuckled dryly, his voice a mixture of impressed and amused, “I
suppose I would have said exactly that, not very long ago. But that’s what I’m
trying to say; that notion could not be further from the truth.”
Jensen remained silent, waiting for the punch line and feeling off kilter when
it never came.
“Jensen,” the Alpha continued, oblivious to Jen’s stupefaction, “being a Beta
isn’t about being able to handle an enemy interrogation. It’s about being able
to care for others, over and above oneself. It’s about being able to bring out
the best in everyone around. It’s about teaching and perpetuating the idea of
family in pack, and being a pillar of strength for that family to turn to. It’s
about lending fight to your Alpha, when he finds he’s got little to none left.”
Gerald turned to face him, hazel eyes boring into his own. “Over the past few
weeks, I’ve seen a lot of things about you that you may not have noticed about
yourself. My first indicator was Murray, actually.”
“Chad?” Jared’s voice rumbled through his chest, vibrating against Jensen’s
back. The familiarity of the sound and the feeling soothed him enough to keep
his attention rapt on the eldest Padalecki.
Gerald smiled wryly. “Yes. He’s something of a second command to Jared, as I’m
sure you’ve noticed,” he aimed his words at Jensen, seemingly intent on
maintaining eye contact. “Ever since they were pups, I could pinpoint 98% of
the trouble they got into as Chad’s fault.” Jensen felt a small smile
flickering at the admission. “They were relentless, hardly ever gave us a
moment of peace. I used to worry about Chad’s inclination to flippancy. As
Jared’s second, he couldn’t have that attitude, and I began to get agitated
thinking he might never mature into the role Jared seemed set on giving him.
Then,” Gerald nodded at him pointedly, “you came along.”
Jensen felt his face flame, automatically wondering whether Gerald was blaming
him or praising him. Judging from the gentle smile still on the Alpha’s face,
it was the latter. Still, he didn’t want to take any chances…
“I’m…sorry?” he offered hesitantly.
Both father and son chuckled, and Jared leaned down to nip at the nape of his
neck affectionately.
“You came along,” Gerald picked up his story, “and you saw the potential in him
that no one outside of Jared had seen before. I don’t know what you did;
encouraged him, challenged him, or something; but suddenly, I look at Chad and
I see a man slipping into the shoes like he’d been wearing them all this time.
He’s still as mischievous as our pups at time, but I continue to watch him grow
into his place in our pack like a second pelt. And it isn’t only him that you
bring the best out of! For the first time in nine years, I’ve seen Christian
interacting in our pack. Accepting us as pack family. I’ve seen Tom feeling
comfortable in his beta skin for the first time since presenting as a beta in a
family full of alphas. I’ve seen my son become the Alpha that I know I could
only ever hope to have been.” Jared tightened his embrace at those words, and
Jensen snuggled deeper into his Alpha’s arms, pride in Jared momentarily
overlapping his self-recrimination. “Your influence brings out the best in our
pack, without you even knowing it.”
Don’t deserve the praise. Don’t deserve the adulation. Not really.
“I’m not done.” But apparently, Gerald Padalecki disagreed with his inner
voice. “The day you saved our pups…protected them against the lone wolf…that
was the day I had to make myself realize how wrong I was. With the most minimal
amount of reasons to do so, you put the wellbeing of our pack above that of
your own, and that baffled my mind. An action so typical of a Beta, and from a
human no less…it defied all my expectations and won even the toughest hearts in
our pack.”
Gerald smiled at him, and if Jensen didn’t know any better, he would have sworn
there was a hint of affection coloring the Alpha’s eyes.
“I don’t like admitting I’m wrong, little human,” the older man teased, using
the endearment without malice, “but I’ve watched my pack begin to look at you
and Jared for bravery and calm and direction. I’ve watched some of our elders
take comfort in your confidence and competence, I’ve watched our little ones
begin to idolize you two, and I’ve watched the entire pack trust you without
doubt or hesitation. With all my watching, I’ve come to see that their trust in
you is not unfounded, despite what you might think.” Gerald fixed him with an
open, respectful look. “Jared is the soul of the Padalecki pack, but Jensen,
you have become its heart.”
For the first time in his life, Jensen was rendered speechless. He wished he
had, even a semblance of an idea of how to respond to that, but he just…didn’t.
“It’s true, you know,” Jared whispered softly in his ear, pulling him tighter
against a broad chest. “You asked me how you could prove that you were equipped
to be my mate. Truth is, you did it a long time ago, and all it took was being
exactly yourself.” Jensen’s eyes fluttered closed at the feather-light kiss his
Alpha pressed into the side of his neck. “My beautiful, incredible mate.”
It was easy to turn halfway and curl into the loving arms that already
encircled him. He rested his head in the crook between his Alpha’s shoulder and
neck, breathing deeply the unique, woodsy scent that seemed pure Jared.
“Let go, baby,” his lover breathed. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. Just let
me be your strength for a little while, until you’ve got yours back.”
That didn’t seem like a hardship at all.
 
~*Jared*~
 
He felt more than saw the moment his beloved Jensen had finally relinquished
control. Jen slumped in his arms, gripping his t-shirt and scooting closer.
Over his head, Jared noticed his father move back into the house, giving them a
slice of privacy, and he while he was incredibly grateful his dad managed to
staunch Jen’s emotional turmoil, he couldn’t help but be glad for the moment
alone with his amazing mate.
Jared wasn’t sure how long they sat wrapped together like that, but he didn’t
dare to move until he was sure that the green-eyed artist was asleep in his
arms. With practiced movements, he slipped an arm underneath Jensen’s knees and
stood up in a fluid motion, barely rocking his mate as he cradled his
unconscious form to his chest. The Alpha in him hummed pleasantly at the
opportunity to take care of his Beta; trusted only himself to sooth and protect
his mate from even the most volatile of enemies inside his head.
He murmured a quiet thanks when his father suddenly appeared at his elbow to
open the passenger side door to the Impala. It was easy enough to settle Jen
in, his heart warming when his mate snuggled deeper into Jared’s hoodie in
sleep. Closing the door as gently as he could, he turned to face his father.
“I’m gonna take him to Chris’,” he told his father, remembering their cover.
“I’ll probably crash there, just in case he wakes up and needs me.”
The Senior Padalecki smiled, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “That
sounds reasonable,” was all he said, and Jared felt his face burn for the
suspicions he knew his father had.
Grinning ruefully, Jared added, “Thanks for everything you said to him, Dad.”
Gerald sobered, nodding his acknowledgement. “Perhaps he’ll believe it more,
coming from someone who was once convinced he would fall short.”
“I hope so,” Jared mumbled, his chest twinging with remembered pain at how
distraught Jensen had been. “He expects so much from himself, without realizing
that he does enough as it is. I don’t want that to destroy him.”
“A Beta’s heart is so full of love for family and pack, that there are no
lengths they wouldn’t go to in order to protect them. But it’s the strength of
those hearts, stronger than we can imagine, that keeps them going even when
we’re sure they’re about to fall apart,” his father told him, a fond smile
playing on his lips. “Your mother taught me that a long time ago. It will take
a while before you stop worrying; before you begin to trust in that inherent
strength your mate has. Until you do, just trust that you are enough to keep
him from the danger his own heart poses to him.”
A stubborn lump lodged itself in his throat. It felt good to have his father to
lean on, and thinking about what he’d learnt today, he felt all the more
grateful for all the years his dad had soothed his fears and encouraged him and
protected him.
“Thank you, Dad.”
Like always, his father heard what he couldn’t really bring himself to say, and
Jared found himself being pulled into familiar arms, breathing in the
reassuring scent that brought back memories of his childhood.
“I’ve made a lot of mistakes, son, but I’m so proud of everything you’ve
become.” A smile full of love and warmth greeted him when Jared pulled back.
“You go take care of your mate. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Afternoon,” Jared corrected, crossing the car. “I promised Jen I’d help him
set up the club in the morning.”
“Don’t you two have school tomorrow?” his father asked, a puzzled frown coming
on to his face.
Before Jared could answer, Beaver’s voice came from behind him. “Senior Ditch
Day,” the Chemistry professor provided, offering Jared a wan smile. “Couldn’t
have come at a better time.”
“Three cheers for senior year traditions,” Jared agreed wholeheartedly.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Son of a bitch!I give!”
Jensen eased up on the arm he had twisted and pinned against his friend’s back,
pulling back from the pin.
He had woken up at the stroke of 5am, dazed and wondering how he managed to get
from Beaver’s back to his and Jared’s home. His Alpha was fast asleep, curled
around him, and it was safe to assume that Jared had gotten him to bed.
Though he couldn’t have slept for more than an hour, Jensen had been wide awake
and thrumming with nervous and angry energy. Not wanting to disturb Jared –
who’d had just as rough a night as he had – he climbed carefully out of bed,
replacing himself with a pillow for Jared to cuddle, and slipped to his old
friend and mentor’s room. Waking Aldis up hadn’t been difficult, since the man
was as light a sleeper as Jensen himself was, and with just one look at his
face, the bar owner was awake and alert. He hadn’t hesitated to follow Jensen
outside; getting up to spar at the crack of dawn had actually been a tradition
between the two of them a long time ago; and Jensen had hoped to burn off that
excess pent-up frustration.
After pinning Aldis for the umpteenth time, he was a lot closer to Zen than he
thought he would be.
He offered a hand to his friend, smiling wanly. Hodge accepted the offer and
Jensen pulled him to his feet, both of them taking a moment to get their
breathing under control.
“You and that God damned leg sweep, man,” his friend complained good-naturedly.
“You’re in great form, Kid. You took me out more than twice as many times as
you went down.”
Jensen nodded at the compliment, using the back of his hand to wipe off the
sweat on his forehead. “Thanks man. One more round?”
Hodge nodded gamely, angling his body into a defensive stance. “Come at me,
bro,” he teased with a grin.
Deciding to switch it up a little bit, Jensen circled his friend like a
predator, his movements slow and deliberate. He knew that his own patience far
outweighed the other man’s, and he was proven right when Hodge waited all of
three minutes to launch himself at Jensen.
They exchanged a lightning fast flurry of kicks and punches, all pulled at the
last minute to avoid serious damage. The rhythm of the fight pounded through
Jensen, made his veins run hot, gave him something other than his failures to
focus on. He focused on the movements of Aldis’ body, coordinating his own to
attack, defend or evade. For every punch Hodge landed on him, Jensen made sure
to give three back, and he never allowed himself to be near flipping distance,
dancing on the edges of their little circle.
At some point, Aldis redoubled his efforts, realizing that Jensen was playing
with him. Thanks to a lot more practice than Hodge, however, Jen had better
stamina, and it wasn’t long before the bar owner was tired enough to make
sloppy mistakes.
Deciding that the sun was becoming too strong for them to be out much longer –
without the risk of Jensen’s freckles exploding across his skin – he took the
next opening he saw. Ducking low, he twisted his body around and to the side,
grabbing Aldis’ arm and heaving him without much effort over his shoulder,
following the move up with a knee to the man’s chest and a hand lightly
grasping his throat.
Hodge was panting underneath him, and slapped his arm in acknowledgement of
defeat without hesitation.
“Is it bad that I found that kind of fucking hot?”
Jensen started at the sound of Jared’s teasing voice. He was so caught up in
the sparring that he hadn’t noticed his Alpha standing a couple feet away, and
he rose to greet him.
“Morning Jay,” he mumbled breathlessly, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his
lover’s lips. Instead of letting him go, Jared wound an arm around him and
pulled him into the curve of his body. “I’m sweaty,” Jensen pointed out,
wrinkling his nose.
“Sweaty and sexy,” Jared smirked salaciously, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“That was incredible, Jen.”
“For you, maybe,” Aldis mock groaned. “My ass disagrees. To think I was the one
who taught you how to fight hand-to-hand, JR.”
Jensen felt his Alpha tense at the name, and he nestled a little closer in
wordless reassurance. He knew that it was just a nickname to Hodge. “You’re
getting rusty, old man,” he quipped, relaxing when the banter reassured his
boyfriend.
“This ‘old man’ got up at 5am to spar with your ungrateful ass,” his friend
retorted. “Have some respect!”
“Wait, 5am? We only got home at 4:10.” Jared leveled him with a concerned look.
“Are you telling me you had an hour’s rest, and you haven’t slept at all since
then?”
“I was kicking Hodge’s ass,” Jensen defended weakly, sighing when both Jared
and Aldis fixed him with identical masks of sternness. “I needed to clear my
head,” he admitted in a low voice. “And I did. I’ll sleep for a little bit
before we go to the club.”
Maybe sensing that they needed a private moment, Hodge slapped his back. “I got
dibs on the shower, while y’all sort out which one of you is making me
breakfast.”
“I bruised your ego, Hodge, not your hands. Get your own damn breakfast,”
Jensen countered automatically, even knowing that he was going to make an
awesome thank-you-breakfast for his friend.
Aldis snickered knowingly. “Sure, man,” he threw over his shoulder as he walked
away.
Before Hodge was fully out of sight, Jared pulled him back into the circle of
his arms, back resting against the Alpha’s warm, firm chest. Jensen allowed his
head to fall back on to Jared’s shoulder, and his lover took full advantage of
the position to kiss and suckle at his exposed neck.
“Are you okay?” he asked in between kisses. Jensen nodded as much as he could,
with Jared’s mouth stuck insistently on his throat.
“Better than last night,” he allowed, bringing his hand up to play with Jared’s
hair. “Thank you,” he whispered. Hesitation gripped him as he tried to find the
words to encompass what he was feeling. He finally settled with, “You didn’t
let go.”
“Never planned on it, baby,” the Alpha rumbled, making Jensen’s breath hitch
when a territorial nip stung his skin.
He turned in his Alpha’s hold, bringing his arms up to wind around Jared’s neck
and humming when his mate’s lips found his own.
They kissed gently for a few minutes, light, teasing touches designed to give
Jensen a better footing and make him feel like he was on solid ground again.
When Jared eventually pulled away, it left him feeling content and calm, like
he could face his fears once more.
“So this is how you clear your head?” Jared asked with a playful grin. While
his smile said one thing, Jensen knew enough of his Alpha to see the prompt
that was lingering in hazel green eyes.
“Sometimes,” he admitted sheepishly, ducking his head. “Usually I take a run,
but at times, going a few rounds is all that takes the edge off.” He raised his
eyes to his Alpha’s, biting his lip unconsciously as he searched for a verbal
justification. “It’s like I have all this energy inside me,” he explained
eventually, “and it’s just fueling my thoughts going a thousand miles a minute.
When I spar, all the energy seeps away, and I suddenly have all this space to
organize the chaos in my head into something recognizable.”
Jared nodded slowly, to show he understood. “What about now?” he asked, his
brow furrowed. “Do you know now, what’s going on in that scary and possibly
dangerous little head of yours?”
“You say the sweetest things, Jay,” he deadpanned, fighting back his smile when
Jared snickered to himself. “Actually, I do,” he revealed, his face and tone
growing serious. “But we have something that we need to talk about first. I
just…I don’t know how I’m gonna say this, Jay. I dunno how I’m even going to
bring it up.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
The Alpha felt his blood run cold, despite the sun baking down on them. The raw
quality of Jensen’s voice, and those wide green eyes, made him want to wrap his
mate up and promise him that he was going to fix whatever it was that had him
so scared.
“Tell me, baby,” he urged, his own voice turning rough. “Whatever it is, we can
fix it together.”
Jensen cupped his jaw, fixing those emerald orbs on his. “Jared, it’s your
father,” he said in a perfectly level voice. “I think he was possessed last
night, when he was saying all those things to me.”
A moment too late, Jared noticed the grin that was threatening to break out on
his lover’s face, and the mischievous sparkle in his eye that had been absent
for far too long. Jensen threw his head back with a loud laugh as Jared let out
a sigh of relief that ended in a disbelieving chuckle.
“You are such a jerk,” he mumbled, even as he laughed shakily. Jensen only
laughed harder, and even though it was at his expense, Jared couldn’t help but
feel fiercely grateful for the sound that always reassured him that his world
was okay.
He growled playfully, surging forward in a sudden movement to tackle his
beautiful, playful Beta. To his astonishment – even though he’d witnessed it
just moments ago – Jensen side-stepped swiftly and easily, leaving him grasping
at air. Before he could remotely comprehend what was happening, Jared was on
his back on the ground, and his mate was straddling his chest with a smug
little grin pulling at his full lips.
“This might’ve been fun, if it wasn’t so hot to submit to your Alpha side,”
Jensen commented conversationally as he leaned down to kiss the tip of Jared’s
nose.
Laughing at the loving gesture that was so contradictory to the badass maneuver
that just knocked him on his ass, Jared slid his hands up along the outside of
his mate’s thighs, fingers eventually coming to rest framing the curve of
Jensen’s ass. He made no move to dislodge his pretty mate, enjoying the solid,
reassuring weight of his mate on top of him, and the smiles that were so
preferable to Jensen’s pain at Beaver’s house just hours earlier.
As though he could sense the turn Jared’s thoughts had taken, Jensen idly
fingered the buttons on his shirt. “Jody used to tell me that, no matter how
awful a situation was or seemed to be, that I should just find something to
laugh about.” The Alpha stayed quiet, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs
as he listened to his mate reminisce about the mother he had loved so fiercely.
So rare were these little stories, that Jared found himself smiling, warming as
Jensen opened him up to another little facet of his childhood. “She used to say
that nothing ever seemed as scary when you laughed. And that sometimes, in the
face of your biggest fears, you needed to find some humor to remind yourself
that there’s nothing that can’t be dealt with.”
“She was a smart woman,” Jared whispered, tugging Jensen down until he was
sprawled across Jared’s torso. He wrapped his arms around his mate, holding him
tight for a moment before rolling them over and shielding his Beta from the sun
with his body.
“Mm,” Jensen hummed, closing his eyes for the briefest instant before opening
them again to look at him. “Jay, your father…”
“Knows what he’s talking about,” Jared interrupted, steamrolling over what his
lover was going to say. “I know that you think I’m biased, but won’t you take
the word of the Pack Alpha?”
Vulnerability shone through Jensen’s impossibly green eyes, and with a burst of
clarity, Jared knew that there was something other than the validation of the
Pack Alpha that was needed to soothe the frayed nerves his mate was sporting.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he implored softly.
Jensen brought his face closer, leaning their foreheads together. “I need the
God’s honest truth from you, that I’ve not let you down,” he spoke steadily,
but ardently.
Jared couldn’t help the half-incredulous laugh that bubbled up in his chest.
“You couldn’t ever let me down, love, not even if you tried,” he answered
honestly. “And in case you recall, I was the one who pulled you out of that
little…interrogation. You would have gotten the answers from her if you stayed
a little longer…but that wasn’t nearly as important as your wellbeing.” He
butted his mate’s temple with his nose, leaning closer to nuzzle into the
hollow beneath Jensen’s ear.
“Okay,” Jensen let out a small, shaky sigh, nodding his acceptance. “Okay. As
long as…I never want to let you down Jay,” came the soft mumble, his mate
rueful in his insecurity. “I can find a way to make it up to the pack. I can
find a way to get the answers I need to keep them safe. But I can’t stand the
thought of disappointing you, of not being everything you need and deserve.”
Jared leaned in impossibly closer, smiling tenderly when Jensen’s hand
automatically found its way to rest against his heart. “That’s something you
never have to be afraid of,” he husked truthfully. “One day, I hope you see
yourself the way I see you.”
Jensen smirked. “Lustfully?” he asked innocently.
“That,” Jared allowed with a chuckle, not wanting to take away from the
sincerity in his words, “and in complete, and helpless awe.”
“This is why you get laid so damn often.” But Jensen’s smile was almost
bashful, and Jared saw the feelings his words provoked, hidden behind the well-
timed jibe.
He leered playfully. “And also because I’m a fucking God in bed.”
Jensen dissolved into helpless laughter. It was the most beautiful sound Jared
had heard in a long time.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Tell me what you figured out by taking Dodge down.”
Jensen’s eyes flicked to his Alpha’s as he rooted around for a frying pan to
get breakfast going. Jared was perched on the counter, his position and his
curious eyes making him look like a toddler despite his large size.
“Well,” he fiddled with the stove, turning it on as he ordered his thoughts in
his head, “I thought back to the conversation I had with her. She told me that
I was a lot like her, because of what we would do for family and love.”
“You’re nothing like that bitch,” Jared growled, his eyes flashing
protectively. Grabbing the eggs from the fridge, Jensen shot him a soothing
smile.
“That was my reaction too,” he commented. “But when I think about it…Jay, if it
was you, or Chris, or Chad or Josh, or anyone in my family? There’s not a thing
I wouldn’t do for y’all. Not a single, God damned thing.” He paused, sending
Jared a meaningful look. “If it came down to it, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill
for y’all.”
He watched silently as the words registered in the Alpha’s mind. He knew Jared
got it when his eyes widened, a shocked look coming over his face.
“You think she tried to kill you on behalf of someone else? Someone she
considers family?”
“Is it that far a shot?” he asked rhetorically, turning to crack the eggs into
the pan. “I mean, she had this look in her eye when she was talking about
it…what if she tried to kill me because someone else wanted me dead? We already
know that she didn’t attack me for years before that day in the woods. I
thought it was her vendetta, but it isn’t.”
Jared huffed slightly in frustration. “Between you and me, we have a depressing
amount of enemies. How are we gonna narrow it down?”
Now, for the harder sell. Jensen took in a deep breath, turning his body
slightly to face his lover. “I’m going to speak to Katherine.”
Jared looked at him with careful skepticism. “She’s dead,” he pointed out
flatly.
“Exactly.” Jensen ran a hand through his already messy hair. “I think it’s time
I see how powerful my bloodline is.” Comprehension dawned quickly in his
Alpha’s hazel orbs, but he said the words out loud anyway.
“I want to start honing my Shamanic abilities, and see if I can make contact
with anyone who might have some intel for us.”
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~*Jared*~
 
Jared let out a raggedy breath at his mate’s proclamation. Truthfully, he was
equal parts scared and excited at the prospect of his mate’s abilities; he had
wholeheartedly supported Jensen’s intrigue about his ancestry, but the sheer
amount of things they didn’t know about his bloodline? They were all things
that had the potential to hurt Jensen just as much as they could give him
closure.
Jared tapped his fingers restlessly against the kitchen counter, where he sat.
As concerned as he was, he could sense his lover’s nervousness, as Jensen stood
waiting for an answer. Quickly, so as not to give him the wrong idea, Jared
wrapped his fingers around his mate’s wrist, pulling him into the space between
his legs. Jensen relented easily, hands coming up to brace against his chest.
“I wouldn’t take any unnecessary risks,” his mate blurted before he could
react. Jensen’s eyes were wide, but the set of his jaw told Jared that Jen’s
obstinate streak was running strong. “I mean, sure, we don’t know much about
any of this, but isn’t that an even better reason to explore it as an option?
It could open up whole avenues in terms of…”
“Jen, whoa.” Jared smiled affectionately as Jensen instantly snapped his mouth
closed with a huff, his lips forming a childish pout. “I’m not saying no.”
“Like it would stop me if you were,” Jensen shot back sharply, softly thumping
an open palm against Jared’s chest. Jared’s grin widened, knowing full well
that despite Jensen’s words, his mate would take his feelings into account. He
liked to pretend otherwise, but Jensen had the same soft spot for him that he
had for Jensen; one that surpassed all their normal attitudes and actions. “In
case you forgot, I’m a fully grown man who can make my own decisions.”
Really, there were several ways he could take that comment. He could take it as
an opportunity for a leer and a dirty innuendo, he could rile Jensen up about
it…or he could sooth his pretty mate and assure him that he was well aware of
Jensen’s strength and independence. His fiery spirit that made him wild and
untamed. Promise him that Jared would never dream of controlling that part of
his spunky and spirited mate because he loved how Jensen could find it in
himself to take on the rest of the world, when he had something to fight for.
Three options. So naturally…
“Believe me, baby, I love every fully grown part of you, especially the ones
that I get to feel up every night.”
Jared doubled over, wheezing as Jensen connected his fist with Jared’s gut.
Still, he thought ruefully to himself, definitely so worth it.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he rasped when he recovered, reaching out to curl his
hands around his mate’s hips. “But seriously, I’m not freaking out.” He thought
about his words for a second before amending, “Well, nota lot, at least.”
Jensen sighed and dropped his head to rest against Jared’s shoulder. “What are
you worrying about?” he asked in a mumble, his eyelashes tickling the Alpha’s
skin as Jensen fluttered his eyes closed.
Once again, Jared took a minute to formulate his reply, reaching over absently
to save the eggs from burning. It was a true indicator of how distracted and
fatigued Jensen was, that he hadn’t noticed the food about to scorch, nor did
he open his eyes when Jared dragged the frying pan and discarded it on one of
the cool stove plates. In fact, Jensen barely reacted to his motion at all, but
for reaching his arms around Jared’s waist and pillowing his head more
comfortably against the Alpha’s broad chest. Resuming his original position,
Jared wound his arms around his mate so that they were cocooned close together,
breathing in deeply and taking comfort from the smell he associated uniquely
with Jensen.
“I’m worrying about all the unknown variables here,” he answered finally. “And
I’m worried about all the ways you could get hurt because of it.”
The hot, moist breath from Jensen’s answering sigh warmed Jared’s t-shit clad
skin. “Everything we do as of late has some element of danger associated with
it,” his mate countered tiredly. Hearing the weariness in his lover’s voice
gave Jared the barest flash of an idea, that he reigned in to think about at a
later date when Jensen resumed his argument. “Right now, we gotta think about
which risks have the potential to yield the most rewards.”
“Jen, you sound like a businessman trying to sell me shares in a shady market,”
Jared teased gently, and was rewarded with a surprised little chuckle from his
boyfriend.
Jensen angled his head up to look at him, without removing his cheek from
Jared’s chest. “You callin’ my history shady?” he asked in a mock tough voice,
his green eyes twinkling mischievously. “I’ll have you know, us Shamans are no
shadier than you wolves.”
Jared chuckled. “Way to embrace your heritage, baby,” he shook his head with a
fond smirk. “But how are you going to embrace something you have no knowledge
of? You can’t just try to get information from people who post fanciful ideas
on the internet. And it’s not like we know any Shamans that we can just call up
and randomly ask to give us a 90-minute tutorial on the basics of having magic
in your blood.” Jensen pulled back, but only far enough for him to look Jared
in the eye.
“We know that my…gift,” Jensen seemed to stumble over the word, despite his
earlier defenses of his ancestry, “was passed down from my father. I thought I
could just visit Hank and ask him to give me some details about them. Maybe he
knows someone who was related to my dad.”
His brow knitting with skepticism, Jared asked as gently as he could, “And what
happens if your uncle knows nothing about anything, which is a more than likely
chance?”
“I’m not gonna run off, guns blazing, looking for answers in dodgy places, if
that’s what you’re asking,” Jensen replied in a frank and reasonable voice. “If
Hank doesn’t know anything, then we start from scratch. Except, I’ll also have
had a visit with one of the few people I still have, that I can call family.”
Jensen smiled at him, looking a little uncertain. “As much as this is for
answers, I’d also like to see him. Remind myself that not everything from my
past turned so horribly wrong.”
A pang of sympathy squeezed the Alpha’s heart as he reached out to caress his
Beta’s cheek. Jensen let out a little sigh of contentment, leaning into the
touch, and something that sounded suspiciously like a purr rumbled through
Jared’s chest at the feeling.
“I understand, and I’m glad that you’re not gonna go at this with the same
ferocity as you went with JR,” Jared nodded his approval. His gut suddenly
twisted with the fear of rejection as he asked his next question. “Can I come
with you?”
Something akin to hurt flashed through emerald orbs. “Don’t you trust me?”
Jared’s face burned. “Not about trust at all, baby,” he looked down, fixing his
eyes on a spot of the counter near his knee. “I just…I didn’t realize how much
your uncle meant to you, and now that I know…I want to meet him. As your
boyfriend.”
Jensen laughed, sounding relieved, and Jared didn’t resist when his mate’s hand
came to tilt his face back up. He looked sheepishly into warm, sparkling eyes,
and a smile so bright it took his breath from his chest.
“It never occurred to me that you’d want that,” the artist admitted softly,
love shining through in his voice and his expression. “But I love you for the
fact that you do. And I’d love for you to meet him officially.”
Jensen gave him a chaste kiss before returning to the stove and efficiently
starting to cook again, looking far more relaxed and focused.
“You know,” Jared murmured, entranced by the sure and confident movements of
his lover. “JR might have been the hardass in you, but Jensen is still the one
with all the plans.”
The heart-stopping smile that Jensen aimed at him in response, made that odd
purring sound tumble through him again.
“Ugh, you two and your cutesiness makes me just wanna stab myself in the eye.”
Aldis entered the kitchen, aiming a look of mock distaste at them.
Jensen promptly flipped his friend and mentor off, launching into an argument
with the man, but all Jared could think was,
Still. Definitely, so worth it.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Jensen, you are the only senior on the school premises today. What part of
Ditch Day eluded you?”
Jensen straightened from where he was hunched over his lab counter, wincing as
the motion caused his aching muscles to throb in protest and his back to crack
as his vertebrae realigned itself. He turned to face Beaver, a small yawn
escaping his lips.
“The actual ditching part,” he answered, his voice raspy from lack of use. He
rolled his shoulders and his neck, trying to work out the kinks. “And you’d
think, as a teacher, that you’d be happy to see me working so diligently.” He
suppressed a yawn, clenching his jaw around it.
Beaver didn’t rise to the bait, his eyes remaining uncharacteristically soft
and concerned as he took the seat opposite Jensen. “I would be happy if I
thought you got more than an hour or two of sleep last night,” he replied
pointedly.
The green-eyed artist scowled, but let the yawn run its course. “Jared called
you.”
“No,” Beaver refuted. “Son, one look at those bruises under your eyes, and you
were pretty much made. You look like hell.”
“Careful, Sir,” he snarked without thinking, “I wouldn’t want anyone to think
you were coming on to me.”
Beaver chuckled lightly, the sound surprising him. Their Chemistry professor
rarely smiled, let alone laughed.
“So you’re still a little smartass,” the older man shot back, “but that doesn’t
explain what you’re doing here.”
Jensen gestured vaguely at the countertop behind him. “Just testing out some
theories,” he adopted an aloof tone, not so much intentionally cagey as he was
used to keeping his hunches close to his chest.
“One day,” the Healer grouched, “I don’t know when, but one day, you’re gonna
explain this little experiment you got going on. Until then…how are you holding
up after last night?”
Jensen sucked in air through his teeth, curling his hand around the nape of his
neck. “I’m dealing,” he answered eventually. He found it easy to tell the older
man the truth, despite the fact that they’d never really had a heart-to-heart
before. Something about Beaver gave him the sense of safety, like the man was a
surrogate father underneath his gruff exterior. He had relied on the man’s
wisdom more than once, and he found it was equally easy to rely on him to guide
and advise him. “Jared and I are going to visit my uncle in about an hour,” he
revealed. “See if he can tell me anything about my Shaman heritage.”
Beaver’s eyebrows knitted. “That seems like a… bold idea.”
“I’ve been told that Fortune might be partial to favoring it,” Jensen responded
dryly. “It’s the best lead we’ve got, Sir. And I’m not giving up on getting
those answers.”
“If you’re trying to prove something to the pack…”
“Due respect, it’s gone far beyond that now, Sir,” Jensen cut his teacher off,
feeling uncomfortable with talking back but needing to reinforce his own
reasons for doing this. “This is about the safety of the Pack. It’s about
knowing what happened, in order to make sense of what might come to pass.”
“If you’re trying to talk him out of it, I’ve already tried.” Jared walked into
the lab, his voice all-suffering even as his lips curved upwards. “Waste of
time and breath. It’s like banging your head against a brick wall.” His Alpha
greeted him with a kiss to the temple before leaning casually against his
workspace, facing Mr. Beaver. “But I gotta thank you for trying, Sir.”
“I would have listened, if y’all had offered me any good arguments or reasons,”
Jensen defended archly as he packed away his things. “Isn’t my fault y’all had
none.”
He tuned out as Jared launched into a good-natured tirade about how Jensen used
his “pretty eyes that forced people to concede arguments”. His boyfriend was
well into his rant, to the audience of a single, possibly bored professor, when
the shrill sound of Jensen’s phone cut through the air.
His stomach flipped uneasily when he saw Chris’ number on the screen. “Yo,
Chris,” he answered, shouldering his bag and walking quickly out of the lab
with a distracted wave at Mr. Beaver. “What’s up? I’m on my way to you now to
drop off the keys to the club.” He scuffed the toe of his sneaker against the
floor of the hallway, watching as Jared said his goodbyes to the Healer.
“Jensen.”
His blood ran cold as Chris’ voice, low and cracked and trembling, came through
the speaker. “Chris?”
“I don’t think I can…the club…” his pseudo brother’s voice shook, sounding
dazed and lost. “I think…Jensen?”
The confusion he heard broke Jen’s heart, made a cold sweat break out over his
neck. What could possibly have ruffled his normally unflappable friend? Was he
sick? Had something happened? To Sophia? To Chris himself? Was he being
threatened by someone as they spoke?
That thought made bile splash in the back of his throat. Gesturing frantically
at Jared, he began to sprint to the car once his Alpha caught his wild motions.
“Chris, is someone there?” he asked urgently as he ran. “Is something wrong? Is
something happening right now?”
“I don’t…no, no one…well, Sophia…I…”
He reached the car a full few seconds before Jared did, and he threw his stuff
in the backseat. “Chris, talk to me, buddy,” he begged as Jared finally caught
up, throwing himself into the driver’s seat and staring at Jensen with wide
eyes. “Come on, Chris, you gotta tell me what’s wrong, man.” He fought against
the tightening of his throat, the fear that gripped him vice tight. “Me and
Jared are on our way, but you gotta tell what the danger is.”
His Alpha screeched out of the parking lot, having thrown the car into gear the
moment Chris’ name was out of Jensen’s mouth. His hand found the edge of
Jared’s shirt and he held on tightly, in the hopes of it grounding his fear.
“No danger,” Chris finally reported, in a strained tone. “I just…how are we
gonna do this, Jen?”
Biting back the urge to inundate his friend with questions, Jensen took a deep
breath. “The same way we always do it, man,” he answered instead, trying to
ride out whatever panic Chris was in with him. “We’ll handle it, whatever it
is.”
He took very deliberately loud, even breaths, relaxing minutely when Chris
began to unconsciously mimic him. Jared stroked a comforting thumb along his
jaw as they waited out the red light, and Jensen leaned into the touch
gratefully, kissing the pad of Jared’s thumb when it reached his lips. Jared
brushed back a strand of his hair before shifting gears and stepping on it once
more, as soon as the light switched, leaving Jensen to keep the breathing up
with Kane.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Jensen thought he’d feel the tiniest bit reassured the moment Chris could utter
a full sentence without choking, but the small, afraid tone – reminiscent of a
little child – only made the urge to hug his brother that much stronger.
“I know you didn’t, Brother,” he murmured gently, reassuringly. “As long as
there’s no danger, everything else is okay.” Exponentially calmer himself now,
Jensen forced himself to unhook his fingers from Jared’s shirt, smoothing it
over with an apologetic look at his boyfriend. “Chris, are you alone at your
place?”
“Sophia is coming in about a half hour,” the long-haired alpha informed him,
still subdued. “I didn’t want to call and pressure her.”
That struck Jensen as odd, since he knew how close Chris and Sophia had become
in the last few months since they’d gotten together. “Wouldn’t she want to know
what’s going on, buddy?” he asked quietly.
“She knows,” was all that Kane offered.
Jensen kept his friend on the phone, offering calming words as soon as Chris
started to get a little agitated again. To him, the normally short drive seemed
to take eons; when they finally pulled up into the familiar driveway, it
couldn’t have happened fast enough.
Jared was on his heels as he got to the porch, and before he could knock, Chris
was there, wrenching the door open. His eyes were wide and his hair looked like
he’d run his hand through it several hundred times too many.
Before he could ask anything, Chris blurted it out.
“Pregnant. Jen, Sophia’s pregnant.”
Jensen gaped at his best friend, the revelation knocking him like a home run.
He battled to comprehend the words, to understand the implications of them.
She was…pregnant?
The touch of Jared’s hand against the small of his back reminded Jensen that he
had to breathe. He let out a shuddering gust of air, bracing his hand against
the door frame.
“You’re gonna be a father,” he mumbled numbly, trying to imagine Chris cooing
over a baby bundle.
At his words, his friend’s face whitened dramatically, as though that
connection hadn’t yet linked up in his mind. He swayed dangerously on his feet,
and that more than anything shook Jensen from his own stupor.
Lurching forward, he grabbed Chris’ arm, reaching an arm around his middle to
prop him up. “Help,” he uttered in a low voice, and instantly, Jared was on the
other side of Chris, taking the majority of his weight.
He tapped his brother’s cheek. “Hey, snap out of it, Chris,” he urged, gentle
but firm. “You’re okay. Everything is going to be okay. We can figure this
out.”
Continuing his slew of reassurances, he worked with Jared to settle Chris on to
his couch. Making a split second decision, he fished the keys to the club from
his pocket.
“Jay,” he addressed his boyfriend in a hushed voice, not wanting to upset his
friend, “he needs to be with Sophia today. Could you ask Chad to open up the
club for me? Tell him I’ll make him a whole pan of brownies if he does.”
Jared pouted for a second, side tracked. “I want brownies too.”
An almost hysterical laugh bubbled through him and he forced it down, biting
his lip against his smile as well. “So, so not the issue right now, babe.”
Jared had the grace to grin sheepishly. “Right. Sorry. I’ll go coerce Chad, and
I’ll come get you in 30. We’ll leave to your uncle’s place from here.”
“I love you,” was all Jensen answered with. The only way he could think of that
would convey his gratitude and his approval all at once.
“More than the moon and the stars, baby,” Jared winked, pressing a quick kiss
to his lips before leaving.
His response was instantaneous and knee-jerk. “Forever and always.”
Trusting his mate to see himself out, Jensen sat heavily next to his friend,
who was hunched in on himself and focusing on his breathing. Reaching out, he
gripped the base of Kane’s neck, massaging the tension out of his friend.
He waited out the silence patiently, having regained his own composure, and
allowing Chris to do the same. He was ready to wait all day if he had to, even
if it meant postponing the visit to Hank.
Chris had been there unfalteringly for him, through thick and thin, and bad and
worse. Being there for him through this was nothing, not really, not when there
was virtually nothing he wouldn’t do for Chris.
Finally, something resembling a level tone came from Kane’s lips. “We haven’t
even graduated high school yet.”
Jensen sensed that his friend needed to work through this alone, so he resisted
the urge to comfort. “No, y’all haven’t.”
“Babies, even pups, they’re hard work. We’d need to take care of it.”
“Yeah, they’re pretty high maintenance.”
“I’d probably need to get a job, to support her.”
“Probably.”
“Sophia’s parents…they might kick her out.”
“Maybe.”
Chris looked at him, not seeming to have even noticed Jensen’s lack of
speaking. A new look was in his eyes, now that he’d laid out all his fears. A
little spark of defiance; that edge that the alpha always had.
“But it’d be my kid, Jen.”
“Yours, and Sophia’s.”
“It’d be the best parts of the both of us.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“My boy, or maybe my little girl, or maybe both.”
“There’s lots of permutations.”
Finally, Chris’ attention focused on him. The confusion and fear in his eyes
were still present, but now it was mixed with a strange sort of fervor.
Chris shifted to face him. “I’m gonna take care of her, Jen,” he stated surely.
“I’m gonna take care of her, and the pup. Or pups. What the fuck ever.”
Jensen relaxed his muscles, sighing in relief as he realized that his friend
was coherent enough to talk without tripping over his uncertainties. “I know,”
he nodded simply. “I never doubted that, not for a single second, not once.”
Chris nodded slowly, taking a deep breath and sitting back, running a calmer
hand through his mane of hair.
“We need to tell her parents first,” the alpha mumbled, looking drained. “And
money might be an issue, we’d need to talk about that.”
This part – this problem solving, strategy forming part – this was what Jensen
was good at.
“No matter what happens with her parents, you’ll both have a place in the
Padalecki pack,” he vowed with certainty. “I’ll talk to Jared and his parents,
I’ll bring them up to speed. And I’ve got some money saved up from some art
commissions before I came here. I want you to take it, use it so that y’all can
graduate instead of looking around for a job now.”
Chris was already shaking his head. “I’m not taking your money, Freckles,” he
refused adamantly. “You were saving that for college.”
“I can get a loan, or try for a scholarship,” he countered. “And it’s just
money. What’s more important, is you and Sophia. If using that money means you
both graduate, and the baby gets the care it needs? Then you’re taking the damn
money, Kane.”
“Jensen,” the alpha’s tone was aggrieved, “I can’t just…”
“Look,” the artist interrupted, holding up a palm, “you can pay me back if it
means that much to you. I don’t care, this way or the next, but you’re
graduating high school even if I have to cuff you to your desk.”
Chris seemed ready to mouth off with a snarky response, but thought better of
it at the last second. “Thank you, Jen.”
Doing a double-take at the serious tone, Jensen raised an eyebrow at his
brother. “For the money?”
“No. Well, yeah, the money, but not just that.” Kane raised solemn blue eyes to
his, heavy gratitude and love shining there. “For not hesitating to help me,
help us. For being on our side in the pack. For coming here so quickly even
when you had other plans, because I was having a freak-out. For everything,
man, you’re always there. You believe in me more than I ever could myself.”
“Don’t even, Chris,” Jensen rested his elbows against his knees, not breaking
eye contact. “You’re my best friend. My brother. There’s not a damn thing you
need to be thanking me for.” He stopped for a moment, reconsidering, before
giving his friend a mischievous grin. “Well, except for maybe entertaining this
massive chick flick moment. Dude, between you and Sophia, and me and Jay, we
are seriously close to losing our man cards.”
Chris snorted, and the sound soothed out some of the tension in Jensen’s
shoulders, even through the hint of hysteria that accompanied it. “Please,
Ackles,” he scoffed. “You and Lover Boy are more touchy feely than anyone,
least of all me and Soph, and you two are both guys. Y’all lose man cards every
damn time y’all look at each other with cartoon hearts in your eyes.”
Jensen mock scowled. “I hate you, Kane. Remind me why I’m here again?”
“Because I’m your best friend. Your brother,” Chris parroted back with a small
grin that couldn’t totally hide the affection that stemmed from the assurance.
He huffed a laugh, grasping Chris’ shoulder for a moment. “Touché.”
A comfortable silence fell over the two friends, Chris lost in thought and
Jensen waiting patiently for the other boy to share. Before long, Kane aimed a
tiny smile at him.
“You know, I kinda always wanted kids. Not like this. Not so early. But I
wanted a family.”
The look on his brother’s face was a volatile mix of fear and apprehension, and
joy and awe, and unfathomable uncertainty. Jensen took a moment to consider his
answer, before replying.
“Yeah, maybe it should have happened a little later in life,” he allowed, the
slightest hint of admonishment in his tone, “but that doesn’t mean it has to be
a bad thing.” He lifted one shoulder, dropping it down in a shrug. “A baby is a
big change…but you’re stepping up, and looking forward, which is all you need
to do right now. How does Soph feel about all of it?”
“I don’t know,” Chris shrugged, scrubbing his face tiredly with his palm. “She
hasn’t actually told me yet.”
Jensen frowned, alarm bells going off in his head. “Wait a second, if she
didn’t tell you…then how do you know she’s pregnant?”
“I saw the card for the OBGyn,” he admitted, having the grace to look a little
sheepish. “I called them and they told me that Soph has an appointment for this
Friday.”
As though summoned by them talking about her, the front door opened. “Chris!”
Sophia’s strained voice preceded the brunette’s appearance in the living room.
She looked tired, completely drained, but she summoned a smile when she saw
Jensen there. “Hey, Jen-Ster,” she greeted him, giving him a hug before walking
into Chris’ opened arms. “Hey, you.”
“Aw, baby,” Chris pulled her in tight, and Jensen felt suddenly awkward,
knowing he shouldn’t be intruding on their moment. “It’s okay, it’s all gonna
be okay, we’ll figure this out. A baby…it’s a big leap, but I’m gonna be there
with you every step of the way, Gorgeous. I promise.”
“Really?” Sophia’s voice lifted, hope shining through it as tears built up in
her eyes. “Oh, Chris…honey, thank you. I love you so much.” Jensen turned
quietly, planning on slipping out while the couple was talking, but he was
stopped by Sophia’s voice. “Jen-Ster, wait, I was actually hoping I could talk
to you about this.”
Confusion settled deep in the green-eyed artist, but he nodded anyway, shooting
the petite woman a reassuring smile. “Of course, Soph. What do you need?”
“Just some advice, for now,” she smiled wearily. “My parents…they didn’t really
take the news well, per se…”
“Oh, Soph,” his voice softened with sympathy as he reached out to take her
hand. “Whatever you need, you got it. I’ve already told Chris, I’ve got some
money saved up that I want y’all to take. And you know you always have a home
with us.”
“That means so much to me,” Sophia told him tremulously, squeezing his hand.
“But it’s…it’s my sister I have to worry about now. She’s priority to me, you
know?”
Jensen felt like he was missing something, and his confusion must have been
reflected on Chris’ face, because Sophia suddenly looked between them.
“It’s just…” her voice sounded uncertain now. “It’s difficult to raise a baby
alone, you know, and she…”
“Alone?” Chris’ voice cut through his girlfriend’s. “Since when are you alone
in this?”
Sophia took a step out of Chris’ arms, sporting a baffled look similar to their
own. “I’m not alone, Tessa is.”
“What does Tessa have to do with the baby?”
“Christian,” Sophia articulated, as though she were talking to a toddler.
“Tessa is having the baby. I think that pretty much makes her everything to do
with it.”
And like a freight train hitting him, Jensen connected the dots, fighting tooth
and nail against the guffaw that was building up in his chest. He bit his lip
until he tasted blood, watching as it dawned on his friend’s face.
A few seconds later, it did, and Kane’s eyes widened, looking like he’d been
slapped silly. “Tessa is having the baby,” he whispered, stupidly voicing his
realization.
“Duh.” Sophia looked exasperated. “What did you think?” There was a single beat
before she put her hands on her hips. “Wait, and how did you even know Tessa
was pregnant? She only told me a couple days ago, and our folks today.”
Chris was still blinking dumbly, and Jensen quickly interjected, trying to give
him friend a moment to compose himself. “Listen, Soph,” he addressed the
brunette, digging his nails into his palms and praying he wasn’t about to lose
the fleeting grip on his amusement. “I can try to talk to the Padaleckis, see
if they’ll take you and Tessa in. Until then, my offer still stands for both of
y’all.”
“That’s amazing, Jen-Ster, thank you so much,” Sophia grabbed him in a tight
hug. “I can’t tell you what it…HOLY MOTHER LUNA!” She suddenly shrieked,
turning to face a still-unmoving Chris. “You thought I was pregnant?!!”
That proved to be too much for Jensen to handle, and he burst into laughter,
doubled over with the force of it as the scene continued to unfold in front of
him.
“What was I supposed to think?” Chris was defending himself weakly. “It wasn’t
the logical thought process, that your 16 year old sister was pregnant and that
you had the contact card for her OBGyn! How would I have thought of that?”
Jensen heard the familiar roar of the Impala’s engine, and wondered whether he
should try to bid his friends goodbye.
“CHRISTIAN KANE, ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU THINK I LOOK FAT?!”
Then again, goodbyes were overrated.
God, his Alpha had fucking fantastic timing.
 
~*Jared*~
 
When Jensen wrenched open the Impala door while the car was still in motion,
and tumbled into the front seat gasping for breaths through riotous laughter,
Jared honestly wasn’t sure whether to be shocked, worried, amused, or all
three.
“Drive, Jay!” Jensen managed to get out, through breathless laughter that
warmed Jared’s heart, even unaware as he was on the source of it. “Let’s get
outta here.”
It was easy enough to oblige, but his mate was still doubled over with mirth,
tears streaming from his eyes, and Jared wanted to know what had brought that
beautiful sound back. Especially since, when he’d left, Jen had been dealing
with Chris’ crisis.
“Baby…”
“So-Sophia’s not pregnant,” Jen choked out between chuckles, clutching at his
stomach. “Her sis--- her sister is.”
Jared laughed loudly, his concern easing at the knowledge that Kane wasn’t
going to have to deal with the fallout from Sophia’s parents.
“They spoke for five minutes,” Jensen continued, finally subdued to giggles,
“before we realized that Sophia wasn’t pregnant, and now she thinks that Chris
thinks she’s fat.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jared choked on a laugh, sympathy running through him. “Chris would
have been better off if she had been pregnant.”
###
Jensen had fallen asleep not ten minutes after they left town, finally catching
up on the sleep his anger and anxiety had deprived him of. Jared was too
relieved that his mate was finally taking a break, to object to it, and so he
contented himself listening to the music on low and sneaking quick glances to
his beautiful, sleeping passenger.
The stretch of road was quiet, like the world was affording him that time to
deliberate on the roller coaster of their lives. He thought about all the ill-
fated goings-on, he thought about how Jensen never seemed to see what impact he
had on the people around him, without really even trying, he thought about how
fiercely his mate loved, despite the kind of life he had led…
He could never have imagined, all those months ago, that his mate was such an
incredible and amazing person.
There were still mornings when he woke up, that he was half afraid he’d been
dreaming this whole time, and it never failed to make him grateful every time
he realized that Jen was real and a part of his life. Sometimes it crossed his
mind to wonder what he must have done to deserve his beautiful mate, but mostly
he just enjoyed every moment spent together.
Making full use of his introspective time, Jared’s mind wandered, inevitably,
to Jensen’s foster father.
His Alpha was still out for blood. Though content with his Beta’s close
proximity, Jared knew that the shit was going to hit the fan in a big way the
moment that Jensen went back to his house. His mind registered the fact that
the abuse had stopped as of late, if Jensen’s word and his lack of bruises were
anything to go by, but his heart staunchly decided that he’d had enough of
allowing his mate to walk back into danger. Walk into situations where he could
get hurt. He’d allowed it too many times, trying to respect Jensen’s decisions
and his independence, but this wasn’t something that he could fold on.
He’d had enough of ignoring the problem.
He doubted he could ever come to peace with the abuse his mate had had to
suffer for so long, from so many people, not to mention the fact that it came
from one of the only people Jensen should have been able to trust implicitly.
He wasn’t as strong as Jensen was…he couldn’t find compassion in his heart for
a world that had been nothing but unkind to such an amazing person as his
Jensen. The only thing he was coming up with, was anger. Sorrow. Bitter
disappointment.
“You’re thinkin’ pretty loudly there, Jay.”
Jared started, smiling sheepishly when he looked over to find emerald eyes
staring at him intently. “You should be resting, baby.”
“You should be telling me what’s going on in that head of yours,” Jensen
countered, eyeing him speculatively. After a moment, he asked shrewdly, “This
is about my father, isn’t it?”
The Alpha let out a frustrated sound, not even bothering to deny it. “He
doesn’t deserve to be called your father, Jen,” he ground out, his hands on the
wheel tightening marginally. “A father doesn’t hurt his son. He protects him
and takes care of him, and makes him feel safe and loved.” He blew a breath
through his teeth. “I just…I don’t get how you can forgive him. Forget
everything he’s put you through.”
“Nah, Jay,” Jensen shook his head, voice turning gentle, “there’s a big
difference between forgiving and forgetting. I’ve forgiven him, but that
doesn’t mean that I will ever forget what he’s done.”
“How can you forgive him,” Jared asked, truly perplexed, “for stealing the
better part of your childhood, corrupting your innocence and making you feel
unsafe in your own home?”
He glanced over at his mate, worried for a moment that he may have been too
blunt with his words, but he was reassured by the thoughtful look that
dominated Jensen’s face as he gnawed on his bottom lip, eyes fixed on the
passing scenery.
“I remember the dad he used to be, Jay,” his mate finally answered, tilting his
head to look at him again. “The loving, understanding, supportive, encouraging,
protective, reliable father that he was before the accident that took my foster
mom away. Losing her…it changed him. For a long time, I thought that the best
parts of him died with her, but if he’s willing to try to recover the man he
used to be…well, then, I’m willing to forgive him, if it will help the
process.” Jensen shrugged his shoulders self-consciously. “I’m doing it for my
mom, because she loved him and believed in the best of everyone and she taught
me the same. And I’m also doing it for the man who once stayed up all night
naming stars with me because I was afraid to go to sleep, in case I dreamed of
the accident that took my birth parents away.”
Unbidden, an image rose in Jared’s mind, of his mate as a child, encased in the
strong arms that all fathers seemed to have, looking up at the stars and
forgetting why he was afraid in the first place.
“He was your hero,” he observed quietly, as a part of him unwillingly opened up
to the possibility that Eric Kripke wasn’t evil incarnate. Much as he didn’t
want to allow any part of him to entertain justification, it was clear in
Jensen’s voice, what the man meant to him.
It wasn’t a questions, but nevertheless, his mate nodded. “He was always there
to chase the shadows away,” he whispered. “He used to know what I was afraid of
without needing to ask, and somehow, he always knew how to make me feel like
everything was going to be okay. Until the day she died…until he realized that
things might never be okay again. And he gave up. On everything.”
That stubbornly compassionate part of Jared – the part that he was sure Jensen
had been cultivating since the day they met – forced him to consider how he
would feel if he ever lost the love of his life. He would never have harmed a
single hair on his kid’s perfect head, he was sure of that…but he wasn’t sure
he would have been able to raise them, either. The thought of living a single
day with Jensen…it was enough to send him into a tailspin of despair and pain.
If Kripke had felt a fraction of that pain, and he wasn’t able to let his child
be raised by someone more capable of doing it…Jared hated to admit it, but he
could see why the man turned to alcohol. And some people just didn’t handle
their liquor very well.
He blinked, coming back from his thoughts as Jensen laid a hand over his on the
steering. It was only then that he noticed how tight he had been gripping the
wheel; his knuckles turning white.
“It’s okay to understand, Jay,” his Beta murmured soothingly, his knack for
pinpointing Jared’s distress ever accurate. “Sympathizing with him…it doesn’t
mean you’re betraying me, or not protecting me, or defending my dad’s actions.
It just means that your heart is big enough to realize that a deeply flawed
person, isn’t necessarily a bad person.”
“Deeply flawed.” Jared couldn’t hold in his derisive, mirthless snort. “That’s
pretty fucking kind, baby. And as for having a big heart…that’s just the part
of me that wants to make you happy. The Alpha blood inside me? Still demands
retribution.”
“I think that’s why I put off on telling you about it as long as I did,” his
mate offered thoughtfully. “I wanted you to see the man I knew, instead of the
man he had become. I didn’t want you to have to fight past anger and
protectiveness…I guess some part of me still hoped that one day, we could all
just put the past behind us.”
“Hey.” Jared grabbed his Beta’s hand, heart hurting at the pain that finally
crept into his lover’s voice. “It’s gonna be okay, love. We can…we’ll figure
something out. Together. Like always.”
Jensen brought their joined hands to his mouth, making Jared smile as soft lips
danced across his knuckles. “Like always,” he agreed. Before he could say
anything else, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Jensen fished the device from his pocket, eyes scanning quickly over the screen
before he laughed. “It’s from Sophia,” he told the Alpha. “Chris is still
alive,” he read out loud, “thanks in large part to his pretty face. Thanks for
the support with my sister, Jen-Ster. I really appreciate it, and I know Tess
will too. Whatever happens, I’m glad you’re part of our little family. Love,
Soph.”
“There’s another two people under the Ackles Charm,” Jared teased fondly,
deciding to put the heavy talk on the back burner for a little while.
Jensen laughed, an adorable little blush coloring his cheeks. “I’m not sure
that it was charm, so much as the desperation from a bad situation,” he
refuted. “Her parents kicked her out, and they don’t know where to turn or what
to do.”
“Poor girl,” Jared frowned sympathetically, sobering. “We should talk to my mom
and dad. Sophia is basically part of our pack already; it shouldn’t be too big
a step to accept her sister too. The kid’s gonna need the support, and our pack
respects the hell out of life bearers, so there’ll be minimum judgement for her
to deal with, and…what’s this for?” Jared beamed as his mate suddenly snuggled
close, peppering kisses over his throat and collar bone.
Jensen pressed one more, lingering kiss above Jared’s heart before leaning
back. “For wanting to help, and for being so in-tune with me that it makes me
feel like you couldn’t possibly be real.”
And all at once, everything was calm in Jared’s heart. Because as long as
Jensen felt that way about him, he really believed that they could overcome
anything. He would accept Tessa, he would let go of his thirst for vengeance,
and he would even try to forgive, or at least be civil towards Kripke…just as
long as Jensen kept that softness in his voice when he spoke about him. Just as
long as Jensen kept that look in his eyes; that sparkle when he looked at him
that made Jared feel like he was ten feet tall.
That made him feel more loved than any being in existence.
His mate’s love was like a drug he would never tire of being addicted to.
“We’re the real deal, baby,” he murmured, catching Jensen’s hand once more and
pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the inside of his wrist. “We’re the best
team there is.”
Jensen grinned. “You’re gonna have to break that news to Luke.”
Jared chuckled, feeling like a phantom load was being lifted from his
shoulders, even as he knew it was merely that Jensen was sharing the burden.
“We really have to have a talk with that pup.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
The rest of the drive was filled with lighter topics; debates over their
favorite books, scale ratings of songs they liked, a friendly war between their
favorite TV shows; and Jensen barely felt the drive. It seemed like no time at
all before they were pulling up in Hank’s street, parking a few blocks away
once more, just to err on the side of caution.
He wasn’t sure whether he saw it first, or felt it first over their mating
bond, but as they exited the sanctuary of the Impala, Jensen realized that his
Alpha was nervous.
It was endearing in a way he couldn’t have expected it to be, seeing that his
boyfriend wanted to make a good impression. He made his way around the car to
the driver’s side, where Jared seemed to be immobilized, leaning against the
car.
He sat on the hood of the car, feet propped against the left wheel, patiently
waiting him out.
“It’d be nice if at least one member of my mate’s family thinks I’m good for
you,” Jared finally spoke sheepishly, a self-deprecating little smile playing
on his lips.
Jensen smirked. “Because an absent Josh, a psychotic Aunt Katherine and a
previously dead-beat Eric were the best representatives of my family?”
Jared laughed, the sound lighting up his insides. “You make a fair point,” he
nodded, still chuckling. “But your uncle…he’s the first person in your family
that you’ve actually wanted me to meet. I don’t want to embarrass you, baby.”
Jensen hopped off his perch, going to press Jared into the car with his body,
until they were pressed together chest to toe. His motions deliberate, he
curled a fist in his Alpha’s silky locks, pulling his face down to meet his,
and snaked his other hand underneath Jared’s shirt, fingers dancing over the
contours of his boyfriend’s muscular back. He kissed him softly, reverently,
barely a brush of lips and sharing of breath.
It didn’t take long for Jared to get with the program, and when he did, he
flipped them around in a flash, grinding his body into Jensen’s for good
measure. He took control of Jensen’s gentle kiss, turning it desperate and
dirty. The dual sensation of the cool metal of the Impala through his thin t-
shirt and Jared’s fevered body against his front, was enough to make him moan
and clutch at the skin of Jared’s back. He knew he was leaving scratches, and
he only hoped he wasn’t hurting his Alpha too much.
Jared bit his lip before licking over it soothingly, and then doing it all over
again until Jensen was trembling. As one big hand curled possessively around
the curve of his ass, Jensen had to wonder whether Jared’s kisses was one of
the wonders of the world.
It fucking well should be, since the man kissed like someone who had just found
salvation in the onslaught of despair.
When one hand came up to thumb his nipple, Jensen had to choke out a yellow
light.
“Jay, fuck…” he moaned breathily, feeling wrecked. “We can’t, not here, not
now.”
Jared nodded, but all he did was move his mouth to traverse Jensen’s neck, the
hand on his chest now coming up to angle his face upwards, for maximum access
to his throat. He suckled hard, pressing Jensen into the car even as the hand
on his ass pulled him into Jared’s body.
Being pushed and pulled at the same time had never felt so fucking hot.
He squirmed uselessly, held fast in the Alpha’s ridiculously strong, corded
arms. “Jay…” he groaned.
Finally, Jared took pity on him. Pressing his forehead into the nook between
Jensen’s neck and shoulder, the Alpha stilled to catch his breath, arms coming
to wrap around Jensen’s waist in far less dangerous territory. After a few
minutes, Jared looked up, and his pupils were mostly back to normal.
Dipping his head once more so his mouth was on Jensen’s ear, the Alpha growled,
“When we get home, I’m gonna fuck you into the damn mattress, knot you so good
you’ll feel me in that pretty ass for days.” Jared’s long fingers reached down,
brushing the top of his ass for emphasis and making Jensen suck in a breath.
“And then I’ll do it all over again.”
“Promises, promises,” Jensen managed to respond through the melted remains of
his brain. “I’ll believe you when I see you. And feel you,” he grinned
suggestively, rolling his hips to brush against Jared’s bulging crotch.
Jared half groaned, half laughed, a rough sound that made Jensen bite down hard
on his bottom lip. “You’re a fucking tease, baby,” the Alpha complained good-
naturedly, his voice hoarse.
“And you,” Jensen framed his boyfriend’s face with his hands, turning serious,
“are the most amazing man in the world, and a mate I thank the stars for, every
God damned day. You’re so much more than anything I could have ever thought to
ask for, Jared Tristan Padalecki, and there’s nothing you could do that would
embarrass me. Hank is going to love you, Jay, because he’s going to see what I
see, every time I look at you.”
His Alpha was smiling now, one of the most beautiful sights in Jensen’s world.
“What do you see, love?”
“My best friend,” Jensen murmured, “and the only man that I have ever loved.”
Jared exhaled with a shudder, pressing their foreheads together and capturing
his lips in a far calmer series of little kisses, light and possessive and
teasing. “You’re incredible,” he breathed between kisses, “and all mine. You’re
mine forever.” Smirking against his lips, Jared added, “Even when you get so
schmoopy and sweet that it gives me a toothache.”
Jensen flushed, fighting back amusement so that he could pull away and glare at
his Alpha. “You’ve forced my hand, Jay,” he declared. After pausing
dramatically, he delivered his punishment. “No sex for two weeks.”
Without waiting for an answer from his flabbergasted mate, Jensen began to
walk, biting his lip to keep his smile from forming. Predictably, Jared was on
his heels.
“Jen,” the Alpha implored in a sad little voice, “you don’t mean that, do you,
baby? We’re just playing around?”
Jensen stayed resolutely quiet, walking briskly, and since Jared kept pace so
easily, it took all his willpower not to break his expression and burst out
laughing.
“Aw, sweetheart, don’t be like that.” Jared looked like a kicked puppy, the
expression in his eyes aghast. “You know I’m just as sweet on you!”
He made a big deal of considering the words, pursing his lips and tilting his
head as he walked. “One week,” he finally amended, still not looking at his
Alpha because he knew he would grin the moment he did.
The taller boy seemed to have forgotten completely about his nerves, as Jensen
suspected, as he fell into step next to him. Instead, Jared seemed intent on
redeeming himself.
“You know you’re the love of my life, Jen.”
A few seconds passed and he steadfastly kept his mouth shut.
“You’re everything I never even knew I needed, baby,” Jared tried again.
The green-eyed artist was close to breaking, but he thought he could wrangle
out one more sappy declaration from his lover.
Sure enough, Jared bounded a few steps in front of him before whirling around
to face him, blocking his motion with gentle hands on his shoulders. “You’re my
beautiful Beta mate,” the Alpha husked, his voice low as he closed the distance
between their bodies. “I can’t even begin to imagine not having you, and I
never want to.”
Finally, Jensen allowed his face to break into a smile, practically beaming at
Jared with mischief sparkling in his eyes. “That’s better,” he chirped happily.
“No sex until we get home.”
Jared chuckled, but the softness in his eyes made it clear that his words
weren’t simply platitudes. Jensen couldn’t help but to lean in and brush their
lips together once, twice, three times. Wanting to thank his Alpha for loving
him, teaching him how to love.
But now wasn’t the time.
Glancing pointedly over Jared’s shoulder, Jensen smiled encouragingly. “Made it
all the way to the house, Jay,” he teased gently. “Worst part’s over.”
The Alpha’s eyes widened as he turned to take in the ranch style house they
stopped in front of. Allowing his lover to take in his fill, Jensen caught his
big hand in his own and led him down the walkway. Hank was opening the door
before they’d even reached the porch, assessing them with critical eyes, his
protective-uncle face in full force.
Jensen rolled his eyes inwardly. “Hey, Uncle Hank,” he grinned easily. “S’great
to see you again.”
He held out a hand, but the man who had been like a father to him in the brief
time of his childhood didn’t hesitate to bat his arm away, pulling him in for a
hug.
“I’m glad you came out, Kid,” Hank replied, the booming voice overflowing with
affection. “I wasn’t sure you would’ve. Wouldn’t have blamed you either.”
“We’re family, Hank,” Jensen refuted lightly, missing the beaming look that
came on to the older man’s face at his words. “You’re not getting rid of me
that easily, not a second time.”
Hank shook his head. “Didn’t wanna get rid of you the first time, kiddo,” he
mumbled, before returning his attention to Jared. “Who’s this?”
“This is Jared, my boyfriend,” he made the introduction, hiding a smirk at the
way his Alpha instantly straightened his broad shoulders and held out a hand
with a wide smile. His dimples cut into his cheeks and his hazel green eyes
shone with warmth, and Jensen marveled at how much more youthful he looked in
that moment, as opposed to the stress that had been present the past few
months. “Jared, this is my uncle, Hank.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Sir,” Jared promptly offered, his voice earnest as he
shook Hank’s hand. Despite the Alpha being on his best behavior, Jensen noted
the suspicious look in his uncle’s eyes. Instantly, protective instincts
swamped him, and he took an impulsive step towards Jared as his guard came up.
Turned out, he shouldn’t have worried.
“Handshakes, calling me Sir…I wonder how long it will be before Jen corrupts
you, Jared,” Hank shook his head in mock sympathy.
Jared laughed, relaxing, and like a chain reaction, Jensen automatically calmed
too. “How do you mean, Sir?”
“Well,” Hank grinned at him playfully, “everyone in the family knows that
Jensen is the demon child of the Ackles clan. Hell, he was more of a terror
than anyone on my side of the family too! The stories I could tell you, kid…”
Jared looked at him expectantly, his lips twitching as he waited for Jensen to
defend himself. The artist simply shrugged, adopting an aloof tone. “That’s
devil child to you, Hank,” he corrected haughtily. “I cracked the top rung a
long time ago.”
Jared let out a delighted laugh at Hank’s momentary speechlessness. Jensen
smirked at the older man, watching as pride, amusement and affection drained
away the shock.
“Come on in, Satan and company,” he chuckled ruefully. “I got plenty baby
stories to make up for that little defeat.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
The man had an entire archive of baby stories.
Although his mate’s reactions wavered, varying from wildly embarrassed to
amused to fond, Jared’s constant was utter happiness. Jensen had learnt so much
about him from his family, and he’d been disappointed when no such meeting or
discussion had taken place with his mate’s foster father.
Now he understood why.
But nevertheless, it was amazing to talk to someone who so clearly adored his
lover; though they had been family for a brief two years, Hank seemed like he
had a memory a day, all stored in his mind, dedicated to the green-eyed,
freckled baby. Jared was more than receptive to the man’s retellings, soaking
up the details like a sun-parched sponge, so eager and desperate was he to
learn about the kind of baby his Jensen had been.
“Okay, okay,” he held up his hands, still trying in vain to shake off a bout of
laughter that stemmed from a story involving an eighteen-month old Jensen, a
zucchini and an intercom system. When he finally managed to get his laughter
under control, his mate mock glaring at him the entire time, he posed his
question. “In those two years, what’s your favorite story about him, Sir?”
Hank had taken to him like a moth to flame, thanks in large part to his honest
earnestness during the standard “hurt-him-and-I’ll-kick-your-ass” conversation
that had taken place between them when Jensen had gone to the kitchen to top up
his soda. The man regarded him now with clear approval in his eyes, and Jared
loved the feel of his mate’s happiness coming through their mating bond. It had
been so long since such simple joy had touched his gorgeous Beta, and the Alpha
was beyond pleased that he could bring some of it in the complicated turns
their lives had taken.
“My favorite…” Hank mused, bringing him back to the present moment. Jensen was
sporting a curious look now, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, intrigued
despite himself. Jared spared a fond, secret smile at the reluctant attention
his mate was paying, before refocusing on the older man. “That’s a difficult
one, namely because there are so many…”
After a moment, his features cleared, and a brilliant, soft smile graced his
features. “Although if I had to pick, I would say the day he first went to the
park with his aunt and I, and his older brother Joshua.” Hank chuckled as he
reminisced, missing the quick, involuntary glance that Jared shared with his
mate at the mention of the brother that Hank still believed to be dead. “There
was Josh, this little kid turned serious, protective big brother, and he takes
one look at the size of the slide – which admittedly, probably seemed a lot
bigger to them as kids – and he tells me and Kath that no way is he gonna allow
Jensen to go on that slide. So naturally, I asked if he was scared, because
there was no reason to be, and the kid tells me “Uncle Hank, we’re not scared.
We Ackles’ are cautious folk.” And before I can start to laugh at that, we’re
all interrupted by Rambo-Jensen, hollering like a howler monkey as he takes off
down the slide, on his belly!”
Jared chuckled at the picture his mind immediately conjured up, of a little boy
with green eyes and freckles speeding down a slide with all the carefree joy of
a toddler.
“I actually remember that,” Jensen laughed, wrinkling his nose. “I was thrilled
to death with myself, never understood why Josh kept stopping me from going
after that.”
“Poor kid ran himself ragged that day, trying to run after you and make sure
nothing hurt you,” Hank laughed, his tone affectionate and slightly nostalgic.
He returned his attention to Jared. “Jensen was always the daredevil of the two
of them; always the bolder, braver one. He never shied away from anyone or
anything, while Joshua was always more content to stop and think about a
situation. Jensen just jumped in head-first, had this uncanny knack for picking
up the basics as he went along.”
“Not much has changed there, Sir,” Jared grinned, winking teasingly at his
mate. “He acts like and he thinks he’s invincible, and it’s hard to disabuse
the notion, since I myself sometimes think he might be.”
Jensen smirked at him, the arrogance dripping from his words a harsh
contradiction to the warmth in his eyes. “Don’t hate because I’m awesome, Jay.”
His mate winked at him and Jared grinned contentedly.
This was the most peace they’d had in a while, and it was a welcome change to
see his Beta relaxed and happy. As if by association, Jared’s Alpha was calm
too, almost purring at the feel of his beloved mate’s good cheer over their
bond. This visit had been a good idea; not only did Jensen not realize how much
he had missed his uncle, but Jared also hadn’t realized how much he had needed
to meet someone in his Beta’s family with a clean slate; to get approval for
the man he was rather than to be instantly ostracized because of someone else
damaging his name and reputation. That little niggling doubt that had always
remained in the back of his mind was all but absent now; his belief that he
could be a good mate was returned.
“We used to think as much too, sometimes,” Hank smiled a little grimly, “but we
got a very painful reminder that he wasn’t untouchable.”
Jared frowned, his curiosity piqued. “How so?”
“He wandered off one day when we all went to the town fair,” the older man
shuddered as he undoubtedly remembered the awful moments of frantic panic.
“Most terrifying minutes the entire family had ever experienced. Shaved a
couple years off my life.”
Jared felt ill with yet another reminder of how many things had conspired to
take his Beta from him without them even meeting at all. The very thought of
living a life that Jensen didn’t exist in, now, made him feel sick.
“I don’t remember that happening,” Jensen interrupted, looking bemused. “How
old was I?”
Hank’s forehead creased as he thought back. “It was a few months after your
second birthday. Actually, just about two weeks before the accident.”
Jared watched as his mate furrowed his brow, searching the deepest recesses of
his memories, and he saw the moment Jensen grasped on to the fuzzy
recollection.
“He had a limp,” came the muttered words. Jared felt anger flood him at the man
he had never even met. “And a blue stuffed animal…an elephant.”
“Yes,” Hank flinched almost imperceptibly, anguish twisting his eyes. “What
else do you remember?”
“Nothing after he pulled me away,” Jensen shook his head, and Jared felt the
heaviness that had descended upon them lighten slightly. “I remember yelling
for my dad…and then nothing.”
Jensen’s uncle took in a shaky breath. “He panicked when you screamed,” the man
divulged. “I swear, I can still remember the way my blood froze when I saw him
dragging you. He freaked out, threw you and ran. You hit your head on the edge
of one of the rides when you fell…” Hank swallowed convulsively.
“Jesus…” Jared breathed, horror making his spine tingle. “Did he get hurt?”
Jared’s hand found his mate’s, knowing that contact was the only thing that
would keep his Alpha calm.
“There was so much blood…but miraculously, it was just a little scratch across
his temple,” Hank answered. “I remember thinking you were dead,” he told his
nephew grimly. “But your father got to you first, cleaned away the blood…he had
more stomach than all of us. I still don’t know how he knew, how he was so sure
that you weren’t really hurt all that badly.”
Jared read the thought that flashed across his mate’s face at the same time
that the idea went through his own mind;
Maybe Alan Ackles had used his own Shamanic abilities to save his son’s life
that day.
“Enough of that, though,” Hank waved a dismissive hand, looking eager to forget
the bad memories. “Jen, would you mind checking on those steaks I put on? I
want to check in the room and see if I still have all those baby photos of you
to show Jared.”
Jensen stood up with a grumble and Jared beamed, excited to see the pictures
Hank was talking about. His mate opened his mouth to complain, but the sound
never came out.
Instead, Jared was treated to the blood-freezing visual of his Beta falling to
the ground, muscles locked, with a look of pure agony gracing his features as a
soundless scream became etched on Jensen’s beautiful face.
The most terrifying part of it was when Jared realized that while Jensen was
spasming on the floor, he wasn’t breathing at all.
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***** Visions *****
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~*Jensen*~
 
Darkness.
Howling winds nearly bending the trees around him.
The feel of crunchy soil against his palm.
Jensen was no more in control of his vision than he had been any of the other
times that he had experienced them, but maybe his body had become a little more
accustomed to it, since he could distinctly control a thought outside the
pulsating agony; fuck, no, not again. Not here. Not now. Not with them.
Of course, if Jensen could control these visions, he would have them at
slightly less fucking inconvenient times.
Jeering and taunts filling the still air around him.
A woman’s malevolent cackle.
Black hair, and the dark eyes of the man he had protected all his life.
Hands were gripping at Jensen, something soft touching his head as frantic
voices and pleas buzzed vaguely in the background of the vision.
Ripping pain.
Everywhere.
Hurts so much.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t breathe…
Like at Jared’s party, the damned vision released him from its clutches only
when he was a hair’s breadth from losing consciousness. He gulped in grateful
lungfuls of air, choking and spluttering, tears streaming from his eyes.
Big hands rubbed soothing circles into his back, and he didn’t need to look to
know that it was Jared. Sure enough, the rubbing continued even when Hank
suddenly planted himself directly in front of him, one hand coming down to
clasp his shoulder tightly. Slowly, the tunnel-like filter his vision had taken
on blurred away, and the world outside of his own fatigued mind made itself
known.
Jensen realized several things at once; he was surrounded by cushions on the
floor, his uncle didn’t look nearly as freaked as he should…
…and the vision had shown him more than the last time.
He blinked owlishly, trying to force his mind into some semblance of
discipline. It wouldn’t help to be thinking on everything all at once; it was
sloppy and careless. He forced himself to focus, bringing his eyes to Jared’s,
knowing that his Alpha’s familiarity would be the only thing that could remind
him where he was; safe, always safe, with Jared.
Unlike Hank, frantic fear saturated Jared’s hazel orbs. Jensen reached out and
weakly entwined their fingers, sending his emotions to his Alpha through their
bond; regret at having not told him about the visions before, reassurance that
he was okay, guilt for making him scared.
He watched as realization dawned on his mate’s face; the epiphany that Jensen
wasn’t quite as panicked as he might have been if he didn’t know what was going
on. That there was clarity in his eyes where there should have been confusion.
That there was guilt inside of him where there should have been fear.
The pain that instantly flooded his Alpha was something he expected, but the
distinct lack of anger left Jensen a little disconcerted.
“How many?” Hank’s voice jerked his attention away from the frozen Alpha. His
uncle stood over him, an expression of grim worry on his face, and Jensen
remembered the suspicious composure the older man was exuding. Questions
swamped his still-cloudy brain.
His brow furrowed in confusion. “How many what?”
“How many times have you had these seizures?” Hank clarified, eyeing him
shrewdly.
 
~*Jared*~
 
It was one thing that his mate wasn’t surprised by the spontaneous seizure, but
it was a wholly different thing that Hank wasn’t.
Jared saw in his Beta’s eyes, that Jensen had experienced something of
a…supernatural, variety. A vision, or a prophecy, or something resembling that.
It had brought him intense pain to see that Jensen had had this problem for a
while; it made him realize just how much his mate had tried to protect him from
as he strived for his normalcy those three weeks; but why and how did Jen’s
very human uncle have any inkling of what he had just witnessed?
The Alpha knew that the same thoughts were going through Jensen’s befuddled
mind, and he winced in sympathy as he imagined how much pain his lover was
probably still going through. Attuning himself more attentively to the bond, he
felt the residual agony making waves through Jensen’s body. It shouldn’t have
surprised him, but it did when he realized that Jensen was hardly reacting to
the pain, pushing it to the back burner in favor of sending Jared apologetic
feelings of guilt and regret and sorrow.
Trying to work past his anger and protectiveness at Jensen’s high pain
threshold, Jared kneeled next to his boyfriend and gathered him close into his
chest, a comfort, a promise and absolution all at once. Releasing a gusty sigh
that held his pent up nervousness, Jensen immediately scooted closer, seeking
comfort in the security of his Alpha’s arms.
Maybe Hank sensed that they needed a moment, or maybe he just thought that
Jared could persuade Jensen to answer his questions, but the older man nodded
at him almost approvingly before quietly slipping into the kitchen. Once he was
sure they were alone, the Alpha scooped his mate up into his arms, settling on
the couch with Jensen arranged comfortably in his lap.
“I’m sorry,” Jensen apologized without preamble. “I should have told you, I
know I should have. I just…”
“Wanted to protect me?” Jared guessed, interrupting gently. The green-eyed boy
slumped a little more against him, nodding silently. “Baby…” Jared sighed,
nuzzling the nape of his mate’s neck as he would have a chagrined pup. “I’m not
mad. I just hate that you had so much to go through, and that you thought for
even one second that I would have chosen a shred of normalcy, over being there
for you during all of it. I know I was excited for us to have some down time,
but did I really make you think that you couldn’t come to me with this?” He
could hear the light note of pain still enduring in his calm voice, and he knew
that Jensen did too.
Sure enough, Jensen burrowed closer still, tucking his face into the side of
the Alpha’s neck. “You’ve never made me feel like I couldn’t come to you,” he
denied vehemently, “not ever. I just didn’t want to make you worry and stress,
like you always seem to have to do with me. You were happy, Jay, I wanted you
to stay that way.”
“I am happy,” Jared whispered into his Beta’s skin. He kissed the soft skin
there, then nipped it slightly, as if in reprimand. “Every moment that I’m with
you, I am. Don’t ever think otherwise, love. You’re my entire world, and then
some…of course I’m going to worry over you. That doesn’t mean I’m not happy, it
just means I’m very protective of my reason for being happy.”
He felt Jensen smile against his throat and the lingering tension in both their
bodies dissipated. Fingers played softly with the strands of his hair, and the
Alpha damn near purred at the feeling.
“It happened first about three and a half weeks ago,” his mate started without
prompting, which somehow made Jared feel like he had accomplished something
huge. “It was terrifying, but it happened only once, and I tried to forget
about it. Then it happened again the night of your party, but that time I was
slightly calmer. I managed to think it through, realize that it might have been
some kind of vision, or a message to me through my Shamanic blood.”
“If it last happened at my party,” Jared’s brow knitted as he spoke, “that
means the visions are coming closer together.”
The heavy sigh that escaped his mate’s plush lips told him that Jensen wasn’t
blind to the implications of that. “Either I’m getting stronger in my abilities
without really even knowing how, or…”
“Or what?”
“Or the message is getting more urgent,” his Beta finished grimly. “Like time
is running out for me to be warned.”
A miniscule shudder broke across the Alpha’s frame and Jensen shuffled closer
still, as though trying instinctively to battle Jared’s fears away. He
tightened his arms around his precious mate, breathing in deeply to calm his
nerves. “Jen…this is part of why you wanted to explore your abilities, isn’t
it?”
Jensen nodded. “I need to make sense of this, Jay. I need to utilize every
possible ace in my deck.”
“We,” the Alpha corrected absently, rubbing his thumb into the exposed skin of
Jensen’s hip. “And we’ll find a way to figure this all out.”
“Starting with Hank.” The green-eyed artist straightened, aiming narrowed eyes
at the door through which his uncle had disappeared a few moments ago. “He
knows something, I know he does. He wouldn’t have been so calm if he didn’t.”
“I noticed that too,” Jared offered, mulling over the change that had come over
the older man. His gut told him that Jensen’s uncle was not hiding anything
from them, though, and Jensen had been the one to teach him to listen to his
own instincts. “I don’t think he’s harboring any huge Shamanic secrets, baby,”
he voiced his doubts hesitantly, realizing how difficult it was to trust his
intuition without question. A rush of admiration for Jensen’s strength
sidetracked him suddenly, but green eyes pinned on him brought him back to the
present. “I’m just thinking,” he shrugged self-consciously, “that he didn’t
seem shifty about it, even when he asked. He just seemed solemn.”
Jensen stared at him for a long moment and the Alpha resisted the urge to break
the intense scrutiny. When a beaming smile broke out over his mate’s face, he
relaxed, relishing in the pride that was now radiating through those powerful
orbs.
“You’re going with your gut, even though it might not make sense,” Jensen
grinned happily, swiftly and chastely kissing the edge of Jared’s jaw. “I’m
proud of you, Alpha. You make a good point, too, since you see this one more
clearly than me. I’m admittedly a little wary.”
Jared butted his mate’s temple with his nose. “You have every right to be.
Especially given everything you’ve seen and been through.” A faint noise caught
his sensitive hearing before he could continue, and he gently nudged his
boyfriend’s hip. “Incoming. Anxious uncle at four o’ clock.”
Jensen slipped off his lap and got shakily to his feet just as Hank loped
through the doors. The older man’s features were tight with worry and he
frowned when Jensen swayed slightly, weak on his feet.
“Sit back down, kiddo,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle as he handed
Jensen a glass. “Drink it all,” he prompted when Jensen peered into the tumbler
curiously, “it’s only sugar water. It’ll help.”
Instead of drinking, Jensen composed his features to reflect only simple
inquisitiveness. “How do you know?”
Jared hoped he was the only one who could hear the demanding undercurrent to
the question.
“It was the only thing that used to help your dad whenever he had a seizure,”
Hank answered gravely, concern etched on to his face. “He was always weak
after, too.”
Jensen’s eyes flickered quickly to his, but his face remained carefully void of
suspicion. “My dad?” he asked, eyes wide, and – Mother Luna – Jared himself
almost believed the childlike innocence his mate exuded.
Jensen’s uncle nodded, sitting down heavily next to him. “He never told us what
was wrong with him. I only ever saw him have an attack like that once, myself,
but it wasn’t as severe as yours was. My best guess is that whatever illness he
had, it was hereditary.”
Illness, Jared registered dimly. He thinks this is some kind of human
affliction. Back to square one.
Jensen, having realized the same thing, relaxed from the almost invisible
tension that had been gripping him, bringing the sugar water to his lips to
drink deeply from it. Sure enough, some color gradually returned to his mate’s
pale face, and it seemed like it wasn’t such an effort to keep upright anymore.
“I don’t want you to worry about this, kid,” Hank’s voice turned reassuring,
comforting. “Your dad had an awesome doctor treating him, I remember him raving
about the guy. He had apparently developed some kind of treatment plan for your
dad, so the attacks became really rare. We’ll track him down, he can help.”
At those words, Jared’s interest piqued. He met his mate’s eyes, and he knew
they were both thinking the same thing.
Maybe not back to square one, after all.
“Did Dad used to meet him at a hospital or something?” Jensen asked casually,
still sipping the drink in his hand, shakiness now all but gone.
Hank’s brow furrowed faintly. “I would think so, but he never really mentioned
where…we’ll just have to throw his name around and see what we come up with.”
Looking eager to change the subject, probably in a naïve attempt to keep Jensen
from thinking on his “illness”, Hank suddenly smiled. “All this thinking about
the past though, got me to remembering something I want you to have, Kid.”
He held up a plain, black leather strap that had an odd sort of tribal design
cut into it. It looked like a wrist cuff, the decorative kind, and the wear on
it was barely visible. A quick look at Jensen’s face told him that the item’s
significance was lost on his mate as well, and he was happy to let things play
out before he offered any comment.
“It was your mom’s,” Hank’s gentle voice explained, and a small sound got stuck
at the back of Jensen’s throat. Jared stepped closer to his lover, giving him
space but reminding him that he was there. “Your Aunt Katherine had it after
she died.”
“Aunt Katherine…” Jared hoped he was the only one that heard the slight
undercurrent in Jensen’s voice. “She gave it to you?”
“No, she gave it to a friend of hers. Maddie something. She came to give it
back to me after Kath died,” Hank explained, a pained look coming across his
face. “She said she thought it should stay in the family.”
Jared felt badly for him, and he was actually thankful that the older man was
under the impression Katherine had died nine years ago.
Jensen accepted the bracelet with a soft smile, a look of wonder crossing his
green eyes as he traced the shapes that were carved into it. Jared wordlessly
took it from his hands, reaching around to gently hook the cuff around his
mate’s wrist. The green-eyed boy admired it silently for a moment, doubtlessly
overwhelmed with feeling for the woman he never really got to know.
“She really loved you, kid,” Hank offered quietly. “Your mom? She used to say
Joshua was her little man, but you were her angel baby.”
A small hitch caught Jensen’s breath, but the smile on his face was nothing
short of beatific.
“Thank you, Hank.”
It was all the words his mate could manage, Jared knew, but judging from the
look on the older man’s face?
That was all the words that were really needed.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Mikhail Ozera.” Jensen tested the name out, feeling the way it rolled off his
tongue. “It even sounds like a mentor-y name.”
Jared chuckled indulgently from the seat next to him, deftly maneuvering the
Impala on to the highway. Jensen grinned, a touch of excitement competing with
the stress inside him, as he idly fingered the patterns on his leather cuff.
They had a name. It was more than they had expected when they went to visit
Hank.
He’d waited until after dinner before he interrogated his uncle. After a vague
explanation about one of his friends working in a hospital who could ask
around, Jensen had managed to wrangle the “doctor’s” name - Mikhail Ozera -
from him. He had no doubt that the man had somehow helped his father control
the visions, or at least interpret them so that they weren’t as frequent. It
only made him feel slightly guilty as he lied to Hank, promising to call him as
soon as they found the man, or someone better.
Now, as they were en route home, the development impressed itself upon him once
more, leaving him a little less stressed and a little more accomplished. He
knew they were still far ways away from the truth, but even a step closer was a
lot more than they had been in the past few days.
“How does a name sound mentor-y?” Jared asked, his voice teasing as he reached
out to rest his hand against Jensen’s knee.
“Ask Mr. Miyagi, or Yoda, or Alex Hitchens, or Charles Xavier,” he shrugged,
twining their fingers together. “I don’t make the rules.” He scrunched his
forehead for a moment, contemplating, then turned a bright grin on his
boyfriend. “I’d be an awesome protégé,” he announced decisively.
“Cool your jets, love,” Jared laughed, squeezing his hand. “You agreed; no wax-
on-wax-off gig until after Dean runs this guy’s background.”
Jensen pursed his lips in thought. “Even if he was a convicted felon, he’s
still our best, and only lead,” he pointed out unhelpfully. Jared narrowed his
eyes in response.
“Then we find another lead.”
Jensen knew his Alpha, and he knew that plan wasn’t up for discussion. Rather
than feeling smothered and babied, like he thought he would have felt, Jensen
felt protected and cherished. Instead of focusing on the stubborn set to
Jared’s jaw, he found himself noticing the protective flash in his hazel-green
eyes.
In that moment, he swore inwardly to try to start taking better care of and
caution with himself and his actions. Jared loved him so much; the least he
could do, was make sure he always came back to him.
“Okay,” he nodded seriously, acquiescing with uncharacteristic ease. Sure
enough, Jared frowned suspiciously, glancing at him in surprise.
“Just like that?” the Alpha asked skeptically. “No indignant protests?”
Jensen had to snicker at the look his lover was sporting. “No indignant
protests,” he confirmed with a grin. “I know you’re looking out for me. I’m
gonna try to make that easier on you.”
The tender smile that he got in response made it worth the display of maturity
he showed. Jared brought Jensen’s knuckles to his lips for a small kiss. “Thank
you, love,” he murmured. “On that note… do you think you could tell me what
exactly you’re seeing in these visions?”
“I wish I could give you a clear picture,” the green-eyed artist huffed inn
frustration. “There’s just a whole lot of fleeting images, and feelings, and
sounds…I can’t much make sense of it myself.”
“Is it the same every time?”
“No,” Jensen shook his head slowly in response, “it isn’t. Well, okay,
technically, it is, but the more it happens, the more I see. Like, with every
vision, I get another little piece of the puzzle.”
His Alpha began rubbing circles into his thumb, and Jensen wasn’t sure if the
action was meant to comfort him, or Jared himself.
“What did you see today?”
The vivid images flashed behind Jensen’s eyelids. “It was dark, and windy…I was
in a forest of some kind. I could feel soil underneath me. There were people…a
man and a woman, they were mocking me. I recognized the man,” he realized
suddenly, shivering at the remembered feeling of betrayal and agony. “Black
hair, dark eyes…I knew him, I’d protected him, I loved him…” Another shudder
rocked his frame and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Jared’s hand. His
breathing picked up a shade of a pace as he felt a hollow ache in his chest
that throbbed with pain, threatening to consume him. “Then there was just
this…God, this awful, searing pain, like I was being put through a shredder. I
couldn’t breathe, almost as though there were something pressing against my
chest…it hurt so much…I couldn’t breathe, Jared, I couldn’t…”
Dimly, his mind registered that his breath was now coming out in choppy pants;
panic, and the pungent smell of fear of death cloying his senses. He wasn’t in
the vision any longer, but the intensity of the recollection made him feel like
he was.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Jared’s hot, moist breath was suddenly right next to his
ear, cutting through the dull, roaring sound of blood rushing through his body.
Warmth enveloped him and without conscious thought, he clung desperately on to
his Alpha’s t-shirt, trying to ground himself, trying to tear himself from the
feelings he knew weren’t present at that moment. “Shh,” Jared was whispering,
urging him closer, big arms wrapping around him like a protective blanket,
“it’s okay, love, I’m here. I’m right here, and you’re here with me. Nothing is
happening to you, nothing is gonna happen to you. I’ll protect you, baby, I
promise. Come back to me, Jen, my mate, my Beta.”
Each word brought him closer, back to reality. That awful ache dulled
gradually, as his Alpha kept whispering promises to him, leaving Jensen spent.
He slumped against Jared when the almost-vision finally released him,
exhaustion running deep in his bones. He loosened his death grip on his
boyfriend’s shirt, his hand instead finding the spot over Jared’s heart. The
strong thumping against his palm soothed him, reminded him of who he was with.
Unbidden, a harsh spike of fear zinged through him as he contemplated for the
first time, the possibility that he was losing his mind. Swallowing hard
against the terror, he forced himself to bury the thought and get back to his
mate.
Jared kept up the soft reassurances, one big hand traversing his back and the
other tracing light patterns across his hip. After a few minutes, he asked,
almost inaudibly, “Was it a vision?”
“No,” Jensen breathed, fighting lethargy, “more like…an induced memory. All the
feelings were there. I just didn’t see anything, and the pain wasn’t as
intense, just present.” He shut his eyes tightly, trying to immerse himself in
his Alpha. Damn it all, when is it going to end…?
Jared made a small, hurt little sound in the back of his throat. “I’m so sorry,
love,” he murmured ardently, burying his face in Jensen’s hair. “I won’t make
you remember again, I won’t put you through that again. I had no idea it would
hurt you, love, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Neither of us knew,” he refuted tiredly, using all his energy to shift his
head to the right and press his lips clumsily against Jared’s throat. “It’s
okay. You have to know what I see. We’ll take it slower…next time.”
A numb feeling, like he was floating just above his body, overcame him, his
eyelids dragged down as a mammoth yawn burst through him.
“Tired,” he managed to slur, feeling a chuckle rumble through his Alpha’s
chest, dispelling the tension in his frame. “Sleep,” he decided faintly,
succumbing to the pull of unconsciousness.
The last thing he felt, was Jared’s lips against his forehead, before he was
pulled into sleep.
 
~*Jared*~
 
It only took a few seconds before Jensen’s breathing evened out, and only once
Jared was sure his mate was asleep, did he allow the raggedy breath he’d been
holding in to escape.
He had been terrified when Jensen suddenly gripped his hand, obviously
struggling once more to take in a breath. It wasn’t like at the house; he
didn’t seem trapped in agony, and his muscles didn’t lock up, but there was
still clear fear in his emerald eyes; fear that Jared hoped he’d never have to
see again. He’d wrenched the Impala on to the side of the road and gathered his
mate up in his arms, but it was that painful moment when he realized there was
nothing else he could do. The battle was inside Jensen, in his mind, and Jared
was powerless to do anything but hold him and whisper words of comfort. Those
few beats before Jensen had regained control had passed like lifetimes, and the
Alpha had never before felt so scared and helpless.
It took a massive effort for him to let go of his precious mate, but he knew
they needed to get moving. They had promised their friends to meet up at the
club later, so Jen could collect the keys and to make up for them missing Ditch
Day, but now? Jared wasn’t sure he would be able to do anything except bundle
Jensen up in blankets and hold him for the rest of the night to make sure that
nothing got to him again. Their friends would just have to suck it up.
He gently maneuvered him so that Jen was lying across the bench seat, his head
pillowed on Jared’s thigh, and his mate moved easily, pliant and sleepy. Giving
himself a moment to get composed, he absently carded his fingers through
Jensen’s silky hair, before eventually, carefully pulling back on to the road.
Thankfully, it was an easy drive, and Jared for the most part kept one hand on
the wheel, and another resting against his lover’s chest, reassuring himself
with the steady rise and fall that he felt there. He occasionally traced light
patterns, or removed his hand completely when he had to change gears, but the
other boy stayed asleep through all of it, a testament to how drained the kind-
of-vision had left him.
The Alpha mulled on what his boyfriend had told him, trying to piece the
scattered visions together, wondering what it all meant. Was it Jensen himself
in the vision, or was it someone else? And if it was someone else, was it a
warning for the future or was it a memory from the past? And how did the
visions come about, anyway? How was this Ozera guy gonna help Jen control it?
The thoughts swam around and around in his mind, giving him a headache. He
didn’t know how his mate had managed to deal with all of this for so long, and
on his own no less.
His phone buzzed insistently from his pocket, pulling him from his twisting
thoughts. Fumbling clumsily, it took a few seconds before he managed to reach
it without dislodging Jensen or crashing the car, and it was with no small
measure of triumph that he finally swiped a thumb across the screen. He set it
on the dashboard, putting it on speakerphone to free his hand, safe in the
knowledge that Jensen was out for the count.
“Yeah?”
“Do you answer the phone to your momma like this, Jay-rod?”
Jared grinned at the mock-affronted tone of his best friend. Chad was a
goofball at the worst of times, but the blonde had taken it upon himself to
bring some lighter times to the stress of the past few days, and that combined
with Ditch Day made him a man on a mission.
“Your fugly ass on my caller ID showed me it wasn’t my momma,” he shot back
teasingly. “Wonders of modern technology, my friend.”
“That’s it!” Chad declared imperiously, sniffing in mock affrontation. “Get me
Jensen, Jay-rod, I’m done with you! He’s always nicer to me!”
The Alpha immediately sobered, glancing down at the pale and drawn face of the
love of his life. Despite the peace he saw there, it pained him to also see the
tiredness and pain that seemed present even in sleep in the green-eyed beauty.
As though Murray had sensed the serious turn things had taken in his mind,
Chad’s voice became quieter. “Jared?” Just one word, but after being best
friends as long as they were, the Padalecki heir could hear all the questions
packed into that softly-spoken address.
“Jen’s asleep, Chad…” he trailed off hesitantly, wondering whether he would be
betraying his mate’s trust if he told his best friend about the visions. “He’s
been having a rough time,” he finally settled on a half-truth, sighing gustily.
“He kept it from me the past few weeks, but he’s been having a real go of
things, it took a bigger toll than I think even he expected.”
“What’s on his mind?” Chad’s enquiry was soft and concerned, a rare moment of
solemnity for the blond.
Jared absently thumbed Jensen’s skin through the gap between the shirt’s
buttons. “Things from his past,” he hedged, after a moment of hesitation. “He
wants to learn about his parents, among other things. And he’s been turning all
his worries and concerns inwards for three weeks. It all sort of came out
today.”
“That doesn’t sound promising,” his best friend noted mildly. “Please tell me
you had enough sense not to guilt him about it. He has more than enough to
worry over if what you say is true, and we both know that fighting with you
messes him up more than anything else.”
A reluctant smirk found its way to the Alpha’s face. It never failed to amuse
and astound him just how much Chad seemed to be protective over his mate;
despite the fact that they were best friends, Jared knew the blonde would never
hesitate to defend Jensen, even against Jared himself. It gave him a measure of
comfort to know that; his Beta deserved everyone’s unwavering loyalty, and the
more people that were protective over him, the happier Jared was.
“I was perfectly supportive and gentle,” he assured his friend, rolling his
eyes before sparing a fond glance for his unconscious lover. “He’s always
trying to shield me from anything remotely difficult, and how can I be upset
with him for that, considering it’s the very same thing I try to do for him?”
A dry snort erupted from the other end. “Why didn’t you ask yourself this
question when you blew up at him about his foster father?” The rhetorical
question was without accusation or malice; just simple, if somewhat
disapproving, exasperation.
“Yeah,” the middle Padalecki flinched, a familiar beat of regret pulsing
through him, “that probably would have been a good idea.”
“Yeah, well, we all know that having good ideas is more Jen’s speed than your
own, Jay-Pad.” Chad’s smirk could be heard from his light, amused tone. “Except
of course when it comes to his own well-being. Then he thinks things through
logically, about as much as a mountain troll that’s high on dope.”
Jared blinked, torn between laughter and a disbelieving huff. “Where the fuck
do your analogies come from, Murray?” he finally asked flatly.
Chad barked a laugh and a begrudging smile quirked the Alpha’s lips up. “The
scary place that is my head, brother,” he answered flippantly.
Jared chuckled to himself, carding his fingers through his mate’s thick hair
when Jensen stirred. The Alpha stayed quiet for a few moments while his lover
settled, content to listen to Chad ramble on about the club. His attention
drifted off to Jensen as he watched him reach his hand down subconsciously to
grip the cuff around his wrist between his fingers. Jensen calmed quickly as he
rubbed the worn leather, unaware of his actions or of Jared’s rapt gaze upon
him, and the Alpha’s heart broke when he realized how much Jensen was probably
missing the mother he had never gotten to know.
“…and also, I’m pregnant with Abel’s illegitimate love-child.”
Jared blinked rapidly, coming back to the present with Chad’s words. “What the
fuck?!”
“I can’t believe I had to go that far before you started listening again,” Chad
deadpanned, but Jared could hear the underlying amusement in the blonde’s tone.
“Is it Jensen?”
The Alpha sighed, his momentary levity forgotten. “Yes,” he said simply, hard
pressed to elaborate.
It seemed he didn’t need to.
“You take care of your boy, I’ll handle the groupies. We’ll see you both at
school tomorrow. Give Jensen a very manly hug from me.”
Jared just swallowed hard, thinking of how he could possibly thank his best
friend for knowing exactly what he needed, when he needed it.
Chad just hung up the phone, hearing with perfect clarity what he knew his
friend couldn’t voice out loud.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Darkness.
Howling winds nearly bending the trees around him.
The feel of crunchy soil against his palm.
Jensen tensed, waiting for the excruciating pain. He was startled enough to
open his eyes when the agony never materialized.
Dreaming,he realized belatedly.I’m dreaming. This isn’t a vision.
Relief made his breath hitch and his muscles momentarily turn to Jell-O, and
Jensen took the reprieve as a chance to investigate a little. It might have
bothered him if he stopped to question why he was so consumed by these
mysterious visions that they started manifesting themselves in his dreams, but
as it was, Jensen was just that – consumed.
Somehow, he knew. Deep inside him, in a place untouched by logic and reason, he
knew that these visions meant something more. That they were the key to
unlocking the puzzle he had been working on since that fateful night when the
Padalecki pack was almost ambushed by the Morgan pack. In the throes of his so-
called clairvoyant episodes, he was always in far too much pain to comprehend
more than what his first glances presented to him. After years of being JR,
though, Jensen knew that seeing things at face-value, often meant that whole
dimensions were being missed out on, hidden by the illusion of what people
wanted to project.
He had learned to survive by looking past those fragile facades to the deeper
truths within, and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he had to do the same
thing with this.
The first thing he realized was that he was in a forest. He could only tell
through the darkness because it looked remarkably similar to the forest that
held his and Jared’s clearing, but there wasn’t enough light to find any
distinguishing marks that would narrow down its location.
A flash of brown and amber.
Jeering and taunts filling the still air around him.
A woman’s malevolent cackle.
The dark eyes of the man he had protected all his life.
The mere silhouette of a figure, hunched inwards, broken sounds ripping from
his body.
With a shock, Jensen realized that he had never seen the other man before;
never seen him, because he was him. He had watched every vision through that
man’s eyes. He strained to get closer, dying to catch a glimpse of any of their
faces, that might tell him where to start looking. He struggled fruitlessly,
realizing that he was stuck in place; virtually paralyzed. Forced to bear
witness to this from a third party perspective but without the advantage of
positioning himself.
If this is my dream, why the hell can’t I move myself?He wondered irritably.
His attention was swiftly diverted to the scene in front of him when the figure
on the floor began to speak.
“I trusted you!” he rasped, agony of both a physical and emotional nature
evident in his voice. “I loved you! I…I loved you…and you…you took everything
from me…how could you?”
Jensen’s heart ached in sympathy, wanting to reach out to the man, shield him
from the malevolent man and jeering woman who seemed intent on causing as much
pain as possible.
“Loved me?” the other man sneered, his cold voice completely devoid of remorse.
“There is no such thing as love in this world we call ours. You always were the
weaker of us, believing in such naïve notions. No, there is only power, and I
am the only one worthy of wielding it.”
Despite his obvious pain, the figure hunched over scoffed. “Worthy?! You deem
yourself worthy? You have set us all on course to be led straight into
cataclysmic warfare! We will be destroyed!”
“We will be the destroyers!” For the first time, the darkness-shrouded man
spoke with fervor, his voice turning shrill with indignation. “You and your
short-sighted endeavors were our biggest downfalls! I will show them all what a
true leader is!”
“You think a leader would sacrifice his family? Would allow his children to be
butchered in the name of pride and patrimony? Would allow homes to be destroyed
simply because he has to feed his ego?”
As if a switch had been flipped in the evil man’s mind, there was no temper
forthcoming. Silence reigned for a few painful beats, before his dark chuckle
filled the air.
“What is the worth of the opinion of a dying man?”
Jensen, watching in abject horror, suddenly knew what he was about to see.
Another flash as the wolf burst from its human skin, teeth bared and aimed at
the crouching man’s jugular.
“WATCH OUT!” Jensen screamed instinctively, trying to reach out to the man,
warn him somehow. Dark eyes turned his way, his face shadowed in darkness, and
for a crazy second, Jensen almost believed the man could see him.
His stomach rolled as he realized the hunched man wasn’t going to survive. Even
so, he couldn’t help his shout.
“NO, ST-...”
“…-OP!”
His scream materialized as he sat bolt upright, heart pounding in his chest
like it was trying to burst straight through his rib cage. He barely registered
Jared, and the Alpha’s frantic words and hands as he tried to offer comfort, so
caught up was he in what he had just seen.
I trusted you! I loved you!
The words played on a loop in his head, drowning out both the sound of his mate
and his own thoughts.
All but one.
Betrayed.
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Chapter End Notes
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~*Jared*~
 
Why was it that every single time Jared thought he had a good idea, it somehow
ended up with Jensen in tears?
Jesus Christ, way to give a man a complex.
A complex, however, was the least of the Alpha’s concerns, as his Beta shot
upright in bed, screaming out. While the words were unintelligable, the
terrified tone was unfortunately unmistakable.
His arms went immediately around his precious mate, trying in vain to offer
comfort against an invisible assailant. Jensen was panting, clutching at him
desperately in an action Jared knew to be unconscious. His green eyes were wide
and grief-stricken, focused on something only he could see, trapped in the
recesses of his mind where Jared couldn’t reach.
How much longer is this gonna go on? Jared thought wildly, losing his fleeting
grip on calm for a moment. It’s killing him.
The very thought stopped Jared cold. As much as it was a thought his mind had
conjured while running from him, that didn’t mean there wasn’t a grain of truth
to it.
These visions were killing Jensen. Not directly, no, but how many more
sleepless nights and secondary trauma and mind-melting metaphysical agony could
Jen’s body take? Just because the pain was an illusion, didn’t mean his lover
wasn’t feeling every single damn ache and twinge. And what was worse, there was
no way for Jensen to share this burden that didn’t also cause him inevitable
hurt.
His mate was going through torture. And all Jared could do was hold him tight
and try to keep Jensen with him.
“Jensen…” he finally lowered his voice to a raw whisper that somehow seemed to
catch his Beta’s attention in the way his hollered pleas hadn’t. “Love…”
All at once, Jensen sagged against him, hands coming up to grip his forearms,
which were banded across the Beta’s muscled chest. His lover turned into his
neck, soft breaths puffing fast and irregular over the sensitive skin.
They sat for a moment in silence, only the sound of Jensen’s ragged pants and
Jared’s deep breathing permeating the air. Jared searched desperately for
something to say, anything that he thought might make his lover feel better,
but he was coming up woefully short.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
I trusted you! I loved you!
Jensen paid next to no attention to the chemicals sitting on the lab desk in
front of him. His motions were mechanical, practiced, and not for the first
time, he was grateful for the expertise he’d accumulated after almost always
being in AP Chem.
You took everything from me!
Even as his hands measured out quantities with utmost precision, even as his
fingers adjusted the heat coming from the burner, he was still trapped in his
head. A prisoner to the voice in his dream, that he’d heard only once, but had
followed him through to reality more than any of his visions had.
We will be destroyed!
Destroyed!
What is the worth of the opinion of a dying man?
I trusted you…
“JENSEN!”
His body jerked violently, knee banging against the desk as Chris’ loud voice
finally penetrated his awareness. Hissing in pain, Jensen took a moment to be
thankful that none of the chemicals and reactants on his and Jared’s workspace
had dropped, before directing his attention to his worried friend and his
equally troubled Alpha. The loud bark of his name had attracted some attention
and heat flooded his cheeks.
“Yes, Christian?” he asked irritably as he rubbed his sore knee with his hand.
He knew that his best friend and brother hardly deserved his tone; knew that
his own focus had been entirely off, and that Chris was simply trying to catch
his attention. But the lack of a decent night’s sleep since they’d come back,
combined with the dream that haunted plenty of his waking moments, as well as
the way Jared had been acting all careful with him…it put Jensen in a really
bad headspace.
He had always hated being treated differently, and as much as he loved his
Alpha, he couldn’t stand Jared seeing him as something fragile. As breakable.
It was torture to him, and for fear of aggravating it, he hadn’t tried to
explain his nightmare to the Alpha either. That he was bottling those feelings
up, really didn’t help his patience levels, but he didn’t trust Jared not to
try to hole them up in the cottage in the interest of keeping him safe. He knew
that his boyfriend was acting out of love; he could even appreciate how much he
meant to Jared. But that didn’t lessen the hurt that came from the knowledge
that Jared thought he couldn’t handle this. The Alpha had believed in him when
he didn’t believe in himself, and having that taken away…it made all his doubts
come back.
Maybe he really wasn’t strong enough.
Maybe he was just a liability to the pack.
Maybe he was deluding himself, thinking that his Shaman blood was anything but
a curse.
It was those kind of thoughts that made it a little bit easier to hold on to
his irritation in the face of someone underserving of it.
Kane didn’t seem too affected by it, however. “What’s going on with you, man? I
know you can do this experiment in your sleep, but you can’t actually go to
sleep. You were stuck in your head for ages, what are you thinking on?”
Jensen averted his eyes, pointedly returning to the experiment. “Nothing,” he
replied shortly, adding the last reactant to the beaker. There wasn’t even any
sense of accomplishment or triumph to be had when the liquid bubbled and
emitted a green-ish steam, exactly the way it was supposed to. “Just paying
attention to the work.”
“Really?” his friend asked skeptically. Jared didn’t even have to say anything;
Jensen could feel the sad, kicked-puppy look his Alpha was sporting. “And you
spacing out has nothing to do with the weird nightmare Jared said you had? And
the visions that you didn’t bother telling us about?”
The initial burn of disloyalty – that Jared had shared his secret with their
friends without running it by him first – was harsh. He couldn’t stop his hurt
look as his head snapped to look at Jared, and remorse quickly filled the
familiar hazel eyes. Rationally, he knew that Jared was worried, and he knew
that sharing the information was probably what he would have done anyway, but
he was still hurting about Jared treating him like fine china. To him, at that
moment, it just felt like even more proof that Jared didn’t trust him to manage
his own situation.
“Nothing to do with anything,” he bit out, before Jared could speak; before he
could apologize or defend his actions. Determinedly, he set his hard eyes on
Chris instead. “And nothing to do with y’all. I can handle my own shit; in case
y’all have forgotten, I’ve done it for years before I came here.”
Without waiting for a response, he slammed his book shut and slung his backpack
over his shoulder. He avoided Beaver’s eyes as he handed his report in and
walked straight out of the lab, not once turning back.
It only took him a few strides before he felt guilt creep up on him. Chris
didn’t deserve the tongue-lashing, and Jared didn’t deserve the anger. They
were all trying to look out for him, the way family did; and they were just
that. They were a family. Jensen just couldn’t stand how little he brought to
that family, as opposed to how much danger he placed them in.
Fingers closed around his elbow, jerking him back to reality. However, instead
of being met with the sight of his Alpha, or Chris, he was met with the short
blonde spikes and blue eyes of his other brother.
“What do you want, Chad?” he asked tiredly. “Jared and Chris struck out, so
they sent in the cavalry?”
The blonde scrutinized him for a long minute, before his eyes narrowed in
concern and a frown marred his features. “When’s the last time you slept, Green
Eyes?” Chad’s tone was neither pitying, nor demanding, and for some reason,
that soothed the artist’s ruffled feathers.
Jensen sighed, rubbing a palm roughly over his face. “Last night.”
“Let me rephrase that,” the alpha gave him a knowing look. “When’s the last
time you slept more than 2 or 3 hours?”
Busted. “Um…since Ditch Day,” he finally answered, reluctantly.
Chad whistled lowly. “Since you came back from visiting your uncle,” he added.
“Since your nightmare. That was two weeks ago.”
For some reason, Chad’s even tone, and the way he wasn’t pushing for details,
lowered Jensen’s guard. Nodding slowly, he slumped against the row of lockers
on his right. “I’m so fucking tired, man,” he muttered. “I just…I just want to
sleep.” Wordlessly, Chad sat on the floor against the lockers next to him.
“You been having that nightmare again?”
“No!” He couldn’t help the frustrated tone he’d taken on. “I haven’t had the
fucking nightmare, not since the first time, and that’s what drives me crazy!
The only reason I’m not sleeping is because I’m so fucking tired of being
caught up in those images, in those feelings. I won’t let myself sleep, because
I dread having to live through that every God damned night, which I know I will
if I let myself sleep long enough.”
Chad was silent for a few moments, but to his credit, the alpha didn’t seem
freaked. Just thoughtful.
“Why is this so different from any other dream?” the alpha finally asked,
hitting the nail on the head with that single question.
Keeping his gaze on a spot above Chad’s shoulder, Jensen shrugged. “I don’t
know. I’m just sick of it.”
If Chad caught on to his lie, he didn’t show it.
“You know, Jared and Chris…they’re worried about you.” A curious glint entered
his eyes and he lowered his voice. “Do you understand how much you mean to
them? To all of us?” The question wasn’t accusatory, although it maybe
should’ve been. Instead, it was an honest inquiry, like Chad wasn’t sure
whether they’d told him enough, or showed him how much he meant to them.
The guilt amplified and Jensen squirmed, though he knew that wasn’t Chad’s
intention. “I’m not a child,” he muttered instead, pretending like he hadn’t
heard the muted question. “They don’t need to worry over me.”
“No one said you were a child,” the blonde replied patiently, getting to his
feet and dusting his jeans off. “And when people love you, they worry over you.
Case in point, Jared, Chris, myself and the pack.”
Before he could think of how to respond, he found himself being pulled back to
his feet and wrapped in a hug. His shock only lasted a second before he hugged
Chad back; it was a rare thing for the blue-eyed alpha to be serious in his
affection, and to be honest, Jensen kind of needed the silent comfort of the
alpha and brother that seemed to know him more than anyone else, save for Chris
and Jared.
“Get some sleep, Green Eyes,” came the soft directive once they’d ended the
embrace. “Things will look better once you do.”
Nodding wordlessly, Jensen ducked his head to hide the single tear that fell
from his eye.
 
###
 
“Don’t you have class right now?”
Jensen started at the familiar voice, whirling around as a blush crept on to
his face. “Afternoon, Ma’am. And no, I’ve actually got a few free periods.”
Sherry Padalecki smiled and for some reason, Jensen found himself relaxing.
“Honey, you still look far too thin,” she chided playfully, by way of greeting,
hugging him. “And you look like you haven’t got a decent night’s sleep in
ages!”
Jensen opened his mouth to reply, but found the words stuck in his throat. All
of a sudden, he didn’t feel like putting on a show, or making vague and poor
excuses for the fact that he looked like crap warmed up.
“It’s been a crazy time, of late, Mrs. Padalecki,” he finally managed to reply,
his voice sounding tired even to his own ears. “I guess it’s just now catching
up with me. I needed to get away for a little bit.”
Also, I’m kind of hiding from your son because he’s been looking for him since
I had an outburst at him and Chris in our Chemistry class…but hey, you don’t
really need to know that.
Sherry sat down slowly next to him, her speculative eyes making Jensen flush
under the attention, but surprisingly, didn’t make him feel like he was being
judged or evaluated.
Rather, it felt like being cared for by an overprotective mother.
It had been long years since he felt it, but he had never forgotten that
feeling.
Finally, the Beta gave a small sigh, smiling sadly as she gestured haphazardly
at the place – Lookout Peak, the sign said, – that they were at. “I sometimes
need to hide out, too. Our mates are our souls’ counterpoints, but sometimes it
can become a bit much, huh?”
A jolt of shock went through Jensen, and before he thought about it, he was
hastening to reassure his lover’s mother. “I love Jared, Ma’am, I swear that it
has…”
“Hush, honey,” Sherry waved a dismissive hand, taking up a comforting tone. “A
blind man could see that you love my son more than life itself. But I
understand what it’s like to be an independent, strong person; the adjustment
to an overbearing and protective mate can be difficult. I know it was for me.”
She winked conspiratorially at him. “I nearly smothered Gerald with a pillow at
least seven times before things settled down between us.”
To his surprise, a laugh bubbled up effortlessly inside him. “Only seven?” he
asked cheekily, shedding some of the tension from his shoulders without being
fully aware of it.
It was Sherry’s turn to laugh. “I know, honey. I have the self-restraint of a
saint.”
They shared a smile and fell into a comfortable sort of silence, in which
Jensen was trying to contemplate how to explain his feelings to the Beta, and
Sherry was kindly giving him the space in which to do it.
“I love Jared,” Jensen finally started softly, “and I love that he wants to
protect me from anything that will hurt me. But lately, it sort of feels like
he’s got no faith in me. Like he sees me as different now, as breakable,
because of what those visions are putting me through.” He ran a frustrated hand
through his hair, huffing a breath. “He’s treating me like that because he
loves me, I know that, but why can’t he see, that what I need from him, is for
him to believe in me? The way he always has?”
“You’re worried that if Jared has no faith in you, then maybe he has a reason
to.”
The perceptive observation threw Jensen slightly, but it was also like a weight
was taken off his shoulders by the very proof of someone knowing his concern.
It was like putting his fears out in the open, made them less real, somehow.
Less scary.
“Sounds pathetic out loud,” he sent her a sheepish half-smile, “but I guess
so.” He paused for a moment before adding, in a self-deprecating tone, “Maybe
they were right about me all along.”
Sherry furrowed her brow, an expression uncannily similar to Jared. “Who was,
sweet pea?”
“Everyone,” Jensen muttered, hunching in on himself slightly. “Everyone who
ever thought that I wasn’t worth it.”
He had expected a variety of responses from the Beta; yelling, muted agreement,
a dismissal of some kind…
…what he didn’t expect, was a soft hand to cup his cheek and turn his face with
the gentleness of a mother. He didn’t expect Mrs. Padalecki to lock eyes with
him, a tender expression on her face, and lean forward to kiss his forehead.
But then, Padaleckis very rarely did what he expected of them.
“Jensen, honey,” Sherry spoke softly but firmly. “I don’t ever want you to
think that, not for a hot minute. You are a part of this pack, and a part of
this family, and the biggest part of Jared’s heart. You do not get to be as
important as you are to us, without being worth more than your weight in gold.
Do you understand me?”
Extraordinarily, he did.
Maybe it was the fact that it was coming from the pack Beta, instead of Jared,
or maybe it was simply because Jensen hadn’t felt the presence or reassurance
of a mother in so many painful years, but in that moment, sitting in front of
Sherry Padalecki, he accepted her words.
“I understand, Ma’am,” he nodded solemnly. He only hesitated for a second
before asking, “Do you think I’m unfit to be your successor?”
It was almost comical the way Sherry’s eyes widened in obvious shock, and at
any other time, Jensen might have laughed.
“Jared finally told you?” she beamed, swiping her thumb across his cheekbone
before letting go of his face.
He couldn’t help a small smirk. “No, but you just did, Ma’am,” he replied
brazenly, his smile growing as she laughed good-naturedly. “I assume Jared
hasn’t told me yet because he’s worried I’ll turn tail.”
“More like he’s worried that he’s putting too much on you, honey,” Sherry
corrected fondly. “He feels like he’s got no right to expect so much from you.
To expect you to give up so much to be with him.” She winked at him, a self-
satisfied little grin playing on her lips. “What Alphas don’t realize, is that
we Betas are generally three times more perceptive than they are, and
definitely quicker on the uptake. And what Padalecki men in general seem to
lack, is the ability to hide their intentions when they’re happy or excited
about them.”
Jensen laughed, a truer chuckle than he’d given in a while. “Too true, Ma’am.”
“Honey, I want you to listen to me,” Sherry turned serious. “Since the moment I
first met you, I realized that you were it for my son. Jared didn’t need to say
a single word to me before I saw our pack’s future in those pretty green eyes
of yours.” She took one of his hands in both of hers. “As the current Beta, I
can sense it when I find someone befitting of my title. I’ve searched for this
feeling for a long time, and I was almost afraid I would never find it, or that
the Beta my son would choose would just not make that cut, but what I hadn’t
realized, was that you just weren’t here yet. Jensen, you’ve shown me something
I’ve been wrongly looking for in our wolves; something that no one else has
ever had.”
“A bizarre attraction to trouble?” he joked weakly.
The Beta humored him with a small smile. “Undoubtedly,” she nodded slowly, her
eyes sparkling with affection, “but also something much more important.” She
paused for effect. “You have the heart of a Beta.”
Jensen waited patiently for her to elaborate, sensing that his Alpha’s mother
was not finished.
“You know that ache in your heart that you get when you hear about the troubles
in our pack?” she asked after a long moment, laying her own palm over her heart
for emphasis. Jensen nodded slowly, surprised that he knew exactly the feeling
she was talking about, since he’d had it for a long time.
“And,” she continued, smiling slightly, “you know that almighty warmth that
seems to just wrap all the way around you when you interact with our pups?”
He nodded quicker this time; he was definitely very familiar with that one.
The Beta’s smile grew and a knowing look entered her eyes. “What about the
feeling of protectiveness you get when one of the pack approaches you for help
or advice?” she asked, tilting her head. “That fierce, unyielding, I-would-
never-let-anything-happen-to-you, kind of feeling?”
Instantly, the artist’s mind was filled with images of Chris and the scare he
had about Sophia’s pregnancy; images of Sophia herself seeking him out for help
and advice and reassurance when she wasn’t sure who to turn to about Tessa’s
unplanned pup; images of Chad and him sitting on the benches outside school and
talking about how Chad had the potential to be anything he wanted, despite what
other people seemed to think of him; images of the pups cowering against him
when Joe cornered them in the clearing that day.
Yes. He knew that feeling all too well.
At his silent nod, Sherry nodded almost approvingly. “Now, what if I told you
that I’d never met anyone else who felt all that, in their heart, as much as I
have?” Without waiting for an answer, she cupped his cheek and fixed him with a
loving expression. “What if I told you that I sense you feeling it, even more
potent than even I do?” Jensen searched for any sign of deception in her eyes,
but all he saw there was warmth and pride.
He looked down at his hands in his lap, both reveling in the motherly comfort
and simply unsure of how to respond to her apparently unshakeable faith in him.
He remembered what it felt like whenever Jody had exhibited the same type of
faith in him, and it felt remarkably similar; like he could all but fly if he
wanted to.
After a minute, Sherry seemed to realize that he needed to process everything
she’d said, and she stood up with a smile.
“Jensen, honey,” she started, “I know my son. And I know that he’s going about
this the wrong way, but I also know that it stems from his inability to help
you fight these demons. He’s terrified because the man he loves is fighting
battles that he can’t fight for him, and it’s that fear of losing you that’s
making him act irrationally; like he wants to lock you in a room where no one
can harm you the rest of your life.” She shook her head in fond exasperation.
“I’ll talk to him, but you need to as well. You’ll feel better when you do, I
promise.” She kissed the crown of his head once more before turning to leave.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” he blurted, both mindful of his manners and incredibly
grateful for the Beta’s understanding and support. “For everything.”
Sherry responded with another wide smile. “It’s only my pleasure, sweet pea.”
The Padalecki Beta hesitated for a moment before adding, “And I’m not trying to
tarnish what the title means to you, and bear in mind you don’t have to, but
I’d like if – once you feel comfortable enough – that you call me Mom.”
Jensen was glad that Sherry left without waiting for his response, because as
he fingered the leather cuff that was now always on his wrist, he found he
couldn’t push the words past the monstrous lump in his throat.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“Would you stop pacing, Jay-rod? You’re gonna wear a hole in the fucking
tiles.”
Jared glared at his best friend, annoyed at his apparent ease with their
current situation. “I’m gonna wear a hole in your face, for all the help you’re
being, Chad,” he shot back childishly, and the blonde just smirked at him.
Said current situation, was the case of a missing mate. Jared was going crazy,
his mind thinking up a whole lot of possibilities that included Jensen
incapacitated by his visions in some ditch behind the school football field. It
was killing him to be standing idle, waiting in the art room on the chance that
Jensen came here for his free period, and Chris seemed to be sharing in his
anxiety over their inaction.
All while Chad, the fucker, seemed content to browse through Jensen’s sketches
and paintings.
“How are you so damn calm, Murray?” Chris asked irritably.
Chad waved a dismissive hand in their direction, still flicking through the art
portfolio. “I went after Green Eyes when he left Chemistry,” he told them
nonchalantly. “He seemed too tired to face y’all so I’d wager he took off for
the rest of the day.”
Jared stared at him incredulously. “What the fuck, man?!” he Gibbs-smacked the
blonde alpha, perversely satisfied with the yelp of indignation that resulted
from it. “You couldn’t tell me this when I had my freak-out about not finding
him here?”
Without waiting for an answer, he stalked to the door, only to be stopped by
Chad’s hard voice. “Leave him alone, Jare.”
A flicker of hurt came over him as he turned to face his friend, and Chad
immediately softened.
“Look,” he started again, setting Jensen’s portfolio down and looking between
Jared and Chris, “I’m just saying that Jensen needs to be alone for a little
while. He needs some time to sort through everything going on in his head. You
two aren’t helping him with your constant supervision; y’all are just hurting
him and making him doubt himself, which is making him upset, as evidenced by
his reaction in Chem.” Sighing lightly, Chad clasped a comforting hand over
Jared’s shoulder. “I know you’re trying to help, man, but Jensen doesn’t need a
bodyguard or a caretaker right now. He just needs his boyfriend and his Alpha.
The man that believed in him even before he learned to believe in himself.”
Turning to Chris, he added in the same tone, “And he needs the brother that
never made him feel like he was anything but capable.”
“How d’you know?” Jared asked uncertainly, running a hand through his hair.
“I bothered to listen to him.”
The simple answer made the Alpha deflate. Truthfully, he knew he had gone
overboard in the two weeks since Jensen’s nightmare and the truth about his
visions came out. He was actually sort of surprised, in retrospect, that Jensen
lasted as long as he did before blowing up.
Chris seemed to share in that sentiment. “How long, do you think, before he’d
be amenable to hearing an apology?”
Chad grinned, returning to his place and opening Jensen’s file once more. “I’d
give it a couple hours. And maybe take him some of that pizza he loves so much,
from Buddy’s.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
So lost was he in the beauty of the sunset against the backdrop of the town,
that Jensen didn’t hear his brother come up behind him until Josh actually
spoke.
“You know, your Sasquatch is going crazy and tearing up the whole school
looking for you.”
Jensen jerked in surprise, reflexively placing his hand over his racing heart.
“Jesus, Josh,” he muttered under his breath as his brother gave a booming
chuckle. “Since when do you worry about Jared anyway?”
“Since I’ve grown to find a new appreciation for this mating thing you guys
talked about, and also, I’m slightly intimidated by aforementioned Sasquatch,”
Josh returned unabashedly.
Jensen let out a grudging laugh as the older Ackles made himself comfortable on
the boulder next to him. The brothers sat there in comfortable silence,
watching at the sun dropped lazily from sight and the blanket of starry
darkness descended upon the sky. It was strangely calming – somewhat
therapeutic, even – to have the solid presence of his big brother next to him,
not pushing or prodding…just simply being, and protecting.
Protecting him even from his own thoughts and doubts and insecurities and
fears, all of which were surprisingly quiet in his brother’s company.
Finally, long after the stars stopped appearing in the sky overhead, Josh
bumped his shoulder softly with his own. “You wanna talk about it?”
“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head, keeping his voice as quiet as his brother’s was so
as not to disturb the moment. “I think I’m all talked out, today. It’s nice to
just relax with you.”
He felt more than saw Josh’s answering nod. “You know, we used to do this when
you were a baby.”
This time, he turned to face the older Ackles, a slow smile lighting up his
face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Josh nodded, a nostalgic look entering his eyes. “Me, you, Mom and Dad.
We used to put this old blanket down in the back yard and you and I used to lie
between Mom and Dad. You were always next to Mom, and I was always next to Dad,
and we’d just lie there and watch the sun go down and the night come in…I
remember being sure that you understood how important that ritual was,” he
chuckled affectionately, “because you were a baby, but you never cried or
anything while we were there. We all just…existed. And you? By the time the
stars came in, you had always managed to find your way underneath my arm,
tucked up against my side,” Josh smiled and put an arm around his shoulders
demonstratively. “Mom used to think it was the sweetest thing.”
“We were kids,” Jensen pointed out in a teasing voice, even as he leaned into
the warmth of his brother’s side. “Mom probably thought everything we did was
the sweetest thing.”
Josh laughed, an amused look replacing the sentimental one on his face.
“Touché, little brother.”
“I wish I had more memories of them.”
To his credit, the older Ackles didn’t look panicked or saddened by his muted
confession. “I know,” he nodded quietly instead. “But all you really gotta
remember is that they loved you and me more than anything in the world, and
that they were raising us to believe that we could beat anything in the world
if we set our minds to it.”
Jensen took the veiled advice for what it was, and dropped his head to Josh’s
shoulder in unspoken thanks.
“They would’ve been proud of you, you know?” the older brother added after a
minute.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Josh affirmed, nodding, his cheek brushing up a tuft of Jensen’s hair.
“You’ve fought against some of the worst things life has to offer, and still
came up on top, still smiling that same smile you’ve had since you were a
baby.”
Jensen’s lips quirked reflexively in response. After a while, he spoke again.
“Hey, Josh?”
“Mm?”
“They would’ve been proud of you, you know?” he parroted back, feeling his
brother smile against his hair.
“Yeah?” Josh mimicked his response and Jensen pushed himself back up to meet
the elder’s eyes.
He nodded emphatically, hoping Josh could see everything he wanted to say in
his eyes. “Yeah. You put our family back together; what was left of it, at
least. You never forgot me, even when I forgot you.”
Unshed tears shone in Josh’s eyes as he yanked Jensen forward into a hug
without warning, a hand on the nape of his neck keeping Jensen in place.
Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around his big brother, feeling for all the
world like that very same baby Josh was remembering from the blanket in their
backyard.
 
~*Jared*~
 
If I can feel that my ass is numb, doesn’t that in itself mean I’m not numb,
since I can feel it? Unless it’s just some weird irony that numbness can be
felt…
Jared was jerked from his inane thoughts at the sound of shoes against the
linoleum floors. He perked up hopefully; maybe his mate had finally come back…
After Chad’s suggestion of giving Jensen time, the Alpha relented to waiting
(im)patiently for his Beta to return to school. He had to come back, since he’d
left all his stuff in his locker, so Jared was sitting on the floor in front of
said locker, intent on sorting this out with his beloved mate before the day
ended.
His shoulders sank in disappointment when he saw Sandy’s swaying lope
approaching him.
The beta had a different reaction, smiling tentatively at him as she neared.
“Hey, Jared,” she greeted almost shyly. “Waiting for Jensen?”
The Padalecki heir regarded her with caution; Jensen might’ve employed the
forgive-and-forget method, but Jared wasn’t so quick to be friendly with the
girl who’d left a mark on his beautiful mate.
“Yeah,” he nodded hesitantly, forcing a hard smile on to his face. “I wanted to
catch him before he left home.”
“That seems to be the trend today,” Sandy’s smile broadened, seeming comforted
by his civil response. “There was the nicest guy outside who was also waiting
for Jensen. He asked me where Jensen was, so I told him he could go and check
out the club, Lookout, and a few other places.”
Instantly, alarm bells started going crazy in Jared’s mind. He got to his feet
quickly, trying to calm his suddenly racing heart. “What guy, Sandy? What did
he look like?”
The brunette seemed taken aback by his sudden response, but she responded
nonetheless, a crease of concern appearing on her forehead. “Um, tall, kind of
lean, with sandy hair…he said he was an old friend of Jensen’s. Why?”
“Did he say his name?” the Alpha demanded, barely repressing the urge to shake
the girl when she didn’t answer immediately.
“He sort of mumbled it,” she finally answered, frowning as she tried to recall.
“Alan, or something, I think.”
It felt like all the blood drained from Jared’s face at once.
“Adam?” he asked in a barely audible voice, beginning to tremble with a violent
mix of fear, fury and protectiveness.
Sandy seemed to realize it was a bad thing, because all she did was nod.
Jared sprinted out the school like a bat out of hell. It was no surprise that
the fucker wasn’t waiting out front anymore, but all it served to do was scare
the ever-loving fuck out of him.
Desperately, he threw himself into the Impala, dialing Jensen’s number as he
did.
You’ve got Jensen, you know what to…
He stabbed the ‘end-call’ button violently, before the pre-recorded voicemail
could even finish, his heart beating triple time. Rationally, he knew that it
was unlikely for Adam to find Jensen before he did, but like all matters of the
heart, logic didn’t count for shit.
Before he could try Jensen’s cell again, his phone beeped with a text.
 
From: Sandy
19:02pm
Try Lookout Peak first. He would’ve liked the spot to be alone.
 
Several hundred things struck him as odd about this, but his gut was insistent
that it made sense. Jensen wanted to be alone, in a place Jared wouldn’t think
to look for him first. Lookout Peak was beautiful and quiet, especially since
the club gave people a new place to hang out at.
Without giving himself time to think about it, he threw the Impala into gear
and spun the car into an abrupt 180-turn.
Please, baby…please be there. Please be okay.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“You know, you’re gonna have to face him sometime.”
Jensen snorted mirthlessly. “I think I prefer when you hated my boyfriend.”
“Liar,” Josh cuffed his head with a fond smile. “And you’re deflecting. It’s
almost 7pm, kiddo. Go see your Sasquatch and get your ass home, it’s a school
night.”
Waving the directive away with an unconcerned flick of his hand, Jensen
stretched languidly, relishing in the cracks of his joints as they moved for
the first time in a few hours. He felt calmer, more clear-headed, and now, he
actually wanted to see his Alpha. He hated fighting with Jared, and he wanted
to end it before the night ended.
“You want a ride somewhere?” Josh interrupted his thoughts, gesturing at his
car as Jensen switched his phone back on.
“Nah,” he declined with a smile, “the walk will give me time to think about the
talk I’m about to have with Jared.”
Josh grinned in understanding and caught him in a hug, and after a promise to
meet up later in the week, his older brother left.
Pocketing his phone, Jensen began to walk, kicking the gravel with the toe of
sneaker as he did. He was still caught up in his thoughts, so he nearly jumped
out of his skin when a voice suddenly materialized behind him.
“Jensen. It’s been a while.”
No! He thought wildly as he whirled around. No, it can’t be…
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~*Jensen*~
 
No, it can’t be…
“Jesus,” he let out a disbelieving huff, a smile breaking out over his face.
“Dean!” Without preamble, he threw his arms around the older man in a hug,
confused, but no less pleased to see him. “What are you doing here?”
He was met with an amused little smirk. “Just here to check the scenery. God
knows I can’t find a woodsy area anywhere else in the world.”
Jensen snorted, punching his old friend lightly in the arm. “Always with the
sarcasm. Should I just assume that you’re here to bring me bad news?”
Honestly, at this point, he was only half joking.
“Still such a pessimist,” Dean shook his head mockingly, but his smile was warm
and reassuring. “Why couldn’t I have just come as a social call, while I
dropped off your Intel, which has nothing of real note in it?”
“Because,” Jensen rolled his eyes, “my life doesn’t work like that. At this
point, I wouldn’t be surprised if I attracted the attention of several serial
killers.” His voice sounded baleful, even to his own ears.
Dean cuffed the side of his head, a slight scowl on his face. “Don’t go
tempting Fate! Idiot.”
“Moron,” he returned easily, dodging the hand that aimed for him a second time.
“So, try telling me that you’re not here because you’re worried about something
you found on Mikhail Ozera?”
“I’m not here because I’m worried about something I found on Mikhail Ozera.”
Jensen arched his eyebrow, staring pointedly at the attractive older man until
he cracked, which took all of sixteen seconds.
“Ok, fine,” Dean grumbled, sagging slightly. “I’m here because of Ozera. But,”
he objected before Jensen could smirk at his victory, “I’m also here because I
wanted to see you, kid. It’s been a while, and with all the things you’ve had
me on in the past couple months…I’m worried, man. You’ve been getting yourself
into some crazy shit.”
Jensen opened his mouth to reply with some snarky comment, but when he saw the
genuine concern in his friend’s eyes, he bit his tongue.
“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, allowing a serious note to creep into his voice, “it
hasn’t been an easy time.”
Dean’s expressive eyes narrowed in concern. “Why haven’t you been telling me
about it, kid?”
“I didn’t want to worry you,” Jensen answered honestly. “I figured that I could
handle it and I didn’t want to…”
He was interrupted by the unholy screech of a car as it braked violently. Dean
moved slightly in front of him instinctively, but Jensen only reacted when he
saw the car properly in the muted light.
“Jared?” the incredulous mutter was all he could get out before he was swamped
with an almost crippling fear. What had happened? Was everything okay? Was
somebody hurt? The pack? Did Morgan make a move?
He was moving forward before he could register what he was doing and his relief
was only slightly abated when Jared burst out of the Impala, apparently
unharmed.
“Jay…”
He didn’t get anything more out before his Alpha stumbled to him and gripped
him close in a desperate hug. Jared was trembling, muttering unintelligibly
under his breath and pulling him impossibly closer. Sensing that his lover’s
concern was for him, the green-eyed artist was content to allow the Alpha’s
ministrations.
He knew he would only get an explanation once Jared was satisfied that he was
okay.
It took a few moments, but eventually, the Alpha pulled back. “I thought he got
to you,” he muttered, still breathing hard. “I thought he found you.”
“Who, Jay?”
“Adam.”
With that one word, Jensen felt his blood freeze in his veins. Adam was here?
Aldis had only warned them just recently…he had banked on the hope that it
would take a while before his abusive ex-boyfriend found him, but apparently,
Luck decided to screw with him. Again.
He only realized that he had paled when Jared wrapped an arm back around his
waist and he caught Dean’s concerned frown. “I’m okay,” the words popped out of
his mouth automatically, and he shook his head, trying to clear his muddled
thoughts. “I, uh…I’m just surprised, is all.”
“Who the hell’s Adam?” Dean broke in, making Jensen remember that he had never
been in the know about his ex. He had fallen out of contact with the
Winchesters, at Adam’s insistence, and once he’d gotten back in with them, he
hadn’t wanted to bring it up.
He pursed his lips in contemplation. “Give me your gun first,” he ordered with
narrowed eyes, holding out his hand palm-up.
The man’s frown only deepened with the request, but he obliged by reaching for
the 9mm he had stashed against the small of his back. Jensen took it gingerly,
and recalling the basics that Matt had run by him all those years ago, he
quickly fieldstripped it.
He took a moment to admire how spotless the man kept his weapon before handing
all the parts except the magazine back, missing the look of incredulity and awe
on his boyfriend’s face.
“Adam and I used to date a couple years ago,” he answered, grimacing. “He
was…of the violent sort.”
“He was abusive,” Jared spat the word out like it was a cuss, glaring at
nothing in particular as he began to rub his thumb in circles against Jensen’s
hip. “And he’s back around here thinking he’s going to get Jen back.”
Dean actually growled, his eyes darkening, and for the first time, Jensen saw
the dangerous man that was feared by so many.
“You wanna tell me why I’m only hearing about this son of a bitch now?”
Winchester demanded abruptly, his face taut with fury.
Jensen managed a roll of his eyes. “Because I knew you would react like this.
And then Sam’d have to defend you in court. Again.”
“Sam would’ve joined me, then we’d’a made sure it couldn’t be traced back to
us,” Dean contradicted him easily. “Winchesters are good at hiding the bodies.”
“Jesus Christ, I hope you mean that metaphorically.”
Jensen’s flippant remark had the desired effect; Dean’s lips quirked
instinctively, giving a roguish grin. “Sure, if it’ll make you feel better.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
It took several of Jen’s distractions and some intensive interrogation before
Dean consented to not tracking down the miserable bastard. Jared couldn’t say
he was pleased, per se, but on the other hand, with Adam out of Dean’s
crossfire, Jared – and more specifically, his Alpha side – would have free
reign to kill the fucker if he ever so much as glanced at his precious Beta the
wrong way.
Dean followed them back to their cabin, because he was also paranoid now, and
because Jared wasn’t about to let his lover out of his sight. He knew he was
probably making things worse, since their fight earlier had been in part about
his overprotectiveness, but after the mind-numbing scare he’d had, he honestly
couldn’t fathom being able to spend the entire night away from his Jen.
Once they were safely inside the little cottage, he wrapped his arms around the
green-eyed artist, holding him tight against his chest, as if that would ward
off the rest of the world, or at least anyone who wanted to hurt him.
“It’s okay, Jay,” Jensen mumbled, rubbing circles into the spot between Jared’s
shoulder blades soothingly. “I’m okay.”
Jared basked in the comfort; that unique calm that only Jensen could give him,
found his weary heart. “You’re still mad with me?” he asked in a small voice, a
small part of him objecting to how decidedly not-Alpha he sounded.
Jensen pulled back and sighed, and the sound seemed to come from a place deep
inside him. “We’ll talk about it later,” he murmured as Dean stepped inside and
began throwing the locks on the door shut. “Don’t worry,” he added, with a
brief caress against Jared’s jaw.
The Alpha heard the unspoken message in his mate’s words; We’re going to be
fine. We’ll figure it out.
A relieved smile quirked his lips up, but the smile died in its tracks when
Jared saw the grim expression on Dean’s face. The eldest Winchester had been
with Jensen when he had gotten there, which meant that he had come looking for
the green-eyed boy.
Which meant that the trouble didn’t end with Adam’s reappearance.
His suspicions were confirmed when Dean crossed his arms over his chest and
told them bluntly,
“I think Ozera is bad news.”
It only took a second before Jared placed the name; Mikhail Ozera, the guy who
they thought might have Shamanic connections, or at least a bizarre
understanding of the heritage Jensen’s biological father had passed on to him.
“What makes you think that?” Jensen asked, his face and tone completely blank
even as he linked Jared’s hand with his own. “What’d you find?”
To his credit, Dean barely reacted to the display of affection. “It’s more what
I didn’t find,” he answered tersely. “The guy’s records are bare.”
Confusion assaulted the Alpha. “Isn’t ‘bare’ a good thing?” he asked, feeling a
little stupid for not having the look of comprehension Jensen had.
“Normally,” Jensen nodded absently, not hesitating to explain. “But I’m
assuming Dean means that his records are abnormally scant. I’m guessing birth
certificate and nothing else? No driver’s license or anything?” He looked to
Winchester for confirmation, and the man nodded.
“He’s got a small plot of land under his name too,” Dean added, “but that’s it.
Either this guy is hiding a shit-load of everything, or his life is as bland as
Sammy’s rabbit food.”
A slight grin flickered over Jensen’s lips at that. “Not everyone has a double
bacon cheeseburger life, De.”
Winchester smirked briefly, before an agitated look entered his eyes. “Even so,
kid. People very rarely have next to no record of their existence, and it
usually ain’t a good thing when they do.”
“You’re telling me that you’re suspicious because the guy’s clean?” Jensen
bristled.
“No,” Dean returned evenly, “I’m suspicious because you told me something about
this guy being some kind of doctor, but he’s got no degree.”
Jensen glared defiantly back at Dean for all of a minute, before he deflated.
Instinctively, Jared’s arms went around his mate, supporting him, and it
soothed his frazzled Alpha when the Beta leaned back into his chest.
“What are you getting yourself into, kiddo?” Dean asked softly, gentler than
Jared had ever seen him. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
Tense silence fell over them and Jensen and Dean didn’t lose eye-contact for a
second of it. Jared didn’t dare to break it, knowing that his Beta was
searching for something in Dean’s gaze; for what, the Alpha had no clue, but he
knew it was important to the moment.
Long moments that seemed to span over decades passed, before Jensen let out a
measured breath and sagged; whatever he had been looking for, apparently found.
“Ozera knew my dad,” he explained in a quiet, level tone. “My biological dad.
Ozera was helping him get a handle on these migraines he used to have. Really
bad ones, that sometimes caused hallucinations. I think it’s hereditary,
because I’ve got them and I don’t know who else to turn to for help.”
Jared squeezed his mate tighter against him, recognizing the half-truth and
knowing that it was probably hurting his beautiful lover, who hated lying to
the people he cared about.
Dean had stayed calm and cool up until this point, but it appeared the
Winchester had reached his capacity.
“Migraines andhallucinations?” he asked incredulously, his voice raising until
it was just less than a bellow. “You should be going to the hospital, not
trying to track down some nut-job who may or may not have tried to help your
dad some 17 years ago! What in the hell are you thinking, Ackles? There could
be something seriously wrong!!!”
Jensen flinched slightly and the Alpha shifted to shield him from view,
instinctively protective. Dean caught the movement and the glare Jared was
sending him, and a flickering of remorse came into his expressive eyes.
Before he could make any move to apologize, Jensen spoke up. “I don’t expect
you to understand, or even approve of my approach to this, Dean.” His voice was
flat, almost curt, as he stepped around Jared to face the older man defiantly.
“But I don’t need you to. It’s my life, my choice; end of story. I’m not a
child, and I know the risks I’m taking.”
“Why are you taking risks at all?” Dean shot back in exasperation. “This is
your healthwe’re talking about!”
“It’s my decision!”
“It’s a stupid decision!”
“You have no clue why I do the things I do, Winchester!”
“And whose fault is that?!”
“Enough!” Jared snapped, becoming dizzy from the verbal volleyball. Jensen
snapped his mouth shut, throwing him a half-startled, half-annoyed look. “You
two are going around in circles!”
Jensen turned back to scowl at his old friend. “I’m not Sam,” he said
forcefully, his tone low.
“You don’t have to be,” Dean replied tiredly. “Family don’t end in blood, kid.”
Those words, more than any argument, stopped Jensen cold. Anger drained away
from his face, leaving behind the same tiredness that was on Dean’s face. Jared
could tell that the fight was over now; both men were faced with the
irrefutable knowledge that they were family to one another, and really, wasn’t
that what this boiled down to? How stupid people can be, and become, when their
family was in danger?
Jensen’s hand found his own and Jared gripped it tight, accepting the unspoken
thank you. It seemed his lover was aware of the heights their argument could
have reached if Jared hadn’t intercepted.
“He’s my last option,” the green-eyed artist spoke wearily. “Trust me, De. I
wouldn’t be taking this chance if I didn’t have to.”
Winchester was silent for an agonizing length of time before he nodded. “I
trust you, Jen,” he affirmed gruffly. “But I need you to promise me you’re
gonna take every precaution, since I’m assuming you won’t let me come with
you.”
“I don’t want him to have any reason to be spooked,” Jensen offered his
explanation apologetically. “But I can promise I’ll be careful. Overly so. I
swear it.”
Winchester slumped slightly, rubbing his palm over his face in resignation.
“Jared.”
The Alpha glanced at the man in bewilderment. “Yeah?”
“You’ll be going with him?” Dean’s hard stare was fixed on him, ignoring the
annoyed huff that came from Jensen.
“Yes,” he nodded firmly, switching his hold on Jensen’s hand for an arm around
his waist. “I won’t let anything happen to him.”
“Thank the Gods,” Jensen muttered sardonically, rolling his eyes, “because it
would be ridiculous to think he could take care of himself.”
“He should know,” Dean’s words were aimed at Jensen, even as he spoke to Jared,
“that he doesn’t have to take care of himself anymore.”
Jared’s lips quirked up into a smile when, predictably, Jensen softened.
“Should I expect you two to gang up on me regularly?” he asked, but his voice
was gently teasing.
Finally, Dean grinned. “Only when you’re being a stubborn bastard. So, yeah;
regularly, I guess.”
“Funny,” Jensen snorted. “Yeah, you’re real cute, D-Dog.”
Dean huffed a laugh. “Touché, kid. First round’s to you.”
 
 
~*Jensen*~
 
 
Dean was settled in their guest room, Eric had been told that he was spending
the night at Chris’ place, a similarly false story had been given to the
Padaleckis…
…and Jensen could finally have that talk about overprotectiveness with Jared.
He sat on the end of the bed, legs crossed underneath him Indian style, and his
Alpha sat obligingly opposite him, resting against the headboard. Before either
of them could get a word out, Jensen’s phone rang loudly.
“Fuck my life,” Jensen groaned without thinking, letting his head fall back in
exasperation even as he swiped his thumb aggressively across the screen of his
cell. “Jensen Ackles,” he answered curtly.
“Who the hell is Adam and why is it a bad thing that he’s looking for you?!”
Jensen frowned, sitting up straighter. “Josh?”
“Obviously,” his brother confirmed dryly, momentarily distracted. “You know,
your phone has this magical thing known to most as ‘caller ID’…”
“I’m distracted,” he deadpanned, “M’with Jared, and I’m wearing nothing but a
collar and a cock ring.”
He took perverse satisfaction from Josh’s splutter, and Jared snorted loudly
even as his hazel eyes darkened with desire.
“Jesus,” the older Ackles sniffed, “you didn’t have to give me that mental
picture…but I’m not getting distracted, Jen! Who the hell is Adam?” he demanded
again.
Jensen let out a measured breath through his teeth. How in the world did Josh
know that Adam was looking for him?
“He’s no one,” he answered resolutely, after a minute. “Everything is okay.”
“Bullshit,” Josh declared. “Cut the crap and tell me what’s going on, little
brother, or I’ll track him down and find out myself.”
“You giving me an ultimatum, Josh?”
Correctly identifying the dangerous edge in Jensen’s voice, his brother sighed
lightly. “No ultimatums, Jen,” he denied softly. “Just a promise I once made
that I’m trying to keep.”
“Promise?” The green-eyed artist frowned. “What promise?”
“I promised Mom I’d take care of you.” Jensen could hear the warmth, and the
smile in his big brother’s voice. “And I promised you that I wouldn’t let
anyone hurt you.”
Damn it, how does everyone know my weak spots today?Jensen grumbled inwardly as
he raised his eyes heavenward.Maybe I’m getting soft.
Outwardly, he decided to compromise. “I’ll meet you tomorrow and talk to you
about it then, okay? Right now, I’m damn exhausted, and I’ve got a few things I
need to take care of.”
“Ooh, The Talk.” Josh whistled lowly and Jensen smiled briefly at the mental
image he had, of his brother wincing sympathetically. “Good luck, little
brother. I’ll see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself.”
“You too, bro.”
Jensen cut the call and promptly turned his phone to vibrate. His talk with
Jared couldn’t wait any longer, because frankly, he just hated being in a fight
of any form with his Alpha. As he set his phone on his bedside table, he tried
to gather his thoughts and the arguments that were running through his head
since their fight in Chemistry.
As he was considering this, Sherry Padalecki’s voice rang clear in his head.
He’s terrified because the man he loves is fighting battles that he can’t fight
for him, and it’s that fear of losing you that’s making him act irrationally;
like he wants to lock you in a room where no one can harm you the rest of your
life.
This insight was one of the biggest things that were giving him pause. As much
as he wanted to chew Jared out – rant and rave about how his Alpha needed to
give him space, because God damn it, he wasn’t some helpless little damsel in
distress – he also had to realize that Jared was acting out of two of the most
potent emotions in the world:
Love. And fear.
Jensen might have been in a bad place for the past two weeks, since that
disastrous trip home and his subsequent nightmares/visions…but Jared had been
right there with him. He’d been there, in quiet solidarity, but Jensen had been
so caught up in his pain that he hadn’t bothered to realize that his mate had
stayed with him, and felt everything he had too, in spirit.
All at once, the still-unofficial Beta felt immensely guilty. He’d snapped at
Jared and pushed him away, not seeing the hurt he was causing his amazing Alpha
mate, because he was so insistent on handling everything himself. Proving
himself, and to who? The pack? Jared? Himself?
Granted, maybe Jared should have discussed it with him before telling Chad and
Chris about the nightmares, but then, had he given his boyfriend the chance to
do that? Had he given Jared the impression that he was open to talking about
that awful night, or had he simply closed himself off and stubbornly refused to
address the problem?
He had been an ass. And maybe Jared wasn’t the one that needed to apologize,
because maybe Jared wasn’t the one that had caused this little problem.
He turned to look his Alpha in the eye, hoping that every atom of love and
guilt and remorse was clear in his emerald orbs.
“Jared, babe…I’m sorry.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
The Alpha’s heart just about leaped from his throat when his mate turned to
him, love and pain and regret in his beautiful eyes, and said he was sorry.
Sorry for what? Sorry, he couldn’t handle Jared’s inability to help? Sorry, he
couldn’t stand the overprotectiveness? Sorry, he couldn’t deal with the stress
of Jared on top of his own worries? Sorry…he couldn’t do thisanymore?
Couldn’tbe with himanymore?
The possibility of the last one nearly made him hyperventilate.
He took a deep breath, ready to let loose with any argument that might prevent
the unthinkable from happening, when Jensen stopped him the best way in the
world.
Soft lips pressed against his, tentative yet unhurried. He was slow to respond
at first, shocked at the turn of events when he had been ready for a verbal
lashing, but he quickly got with the program when Jensen’s tongue flicked
lightly against his bottom lip.
He growled under his breath, taking control of the kiss by gripping his mate’s
hips with almost bruising force and pulling Jensen into his lap. The green-eyed
artist straddled him easily, a little gasp escaping his lips as their hardening
crotches brushed together.
“Fuck,” Jensen uttered, his voice wrecked. Tightening his grip on Jared’s
shoulders, he pulled away, and the Alpha noticed the tension straining his
Beta’s body. This more than anything prompted him to refrain from chasing Jen’s
lips. “We need to talk Jay,” Jensen muttered, and before Jared could panic, he
added, “I gotta apologize.”
The Alpha blinked owlishly. Okay, plot twist.“Why are you apologizing?” he
asked in confusion. “To be honest, I thought you were going to tear into me for
being such an overprotective ass and confiding in our friends before talking to
you.”
“I was going to,” Jensen confessed with a tiny, rueful grin, that Jared
immediately returned. “But I guess I really thought about a perspective someone
lent me… and I realized that I didn’t really give you much of a choice.” Jared
stayed silent as his mate took his hands, bringing their joined fingers to rest
on the tops of his thighs. He sensed that his mate needed to get this out, and
he wasn’t about to interrupt.
“Jay…I’ve been through most everything in my life, all alone,” Jensen started
after a moment of hesitation. “Ever since Jody died, I’ve been all alone. Even
surrounded by Aldis, Matt, Dean and the whole gang, I always felt like I had to
deal with everything on my own. It was easier that way; I never brought anyone
down with me, and there was no one around to witness me fail, so even if I did,
no one would think worse of me because they wouldn’t know. But most of all, I
was never a burden. I was never the friend people wished they hadn’t made,
because I never gave them reason to go to any trouble for me. I handled alone,
and that was that.” Tears were beginning to fill stunning emerald eyes, and
Jared was too frozen at his mate’s words to think of brushing them away as they
began to fall. “And when everything started to happen, the nightmares and the
Shaman heritage and the visions…I went back to what I knew. What I always did.
Because I didn’t want to lose anyone…I didn’t want to lose Chad because I
couldn’t handle my shit. I didn’t want to lose Chris because I kept bringing
grief and worry into his life. I didn’t want to lose you, Jay…I couldn’tlose
you.” Jensen’s voice cracked as more tears began to fall, bringing Jared out of
his reverie.
He pulled his mate into a fierce embrace, tucking Jensen’s head underneath his
chin and wrapping one arm around his waist, the other going to run a soothing
hand through his dirty blond locks. He made soft, comforting noises, rocking
them both gently as Jensen trembled, obviously trying hard to stifle his tears
to finish talking.
“I couldn’t allow myself to burden you, Jay,” Jensen finally managed to
continue, his voice thick and muffled from where he’d remained with his face
buried halfway in Jared’s neck. For the first time, Jared realized how much of
Jensen’s abusive past still haunted him; how scarred he had been, and how much
he still had to recover from to get over the years of mistreatment and pain. “I
didn’t want you to regret loving me; I didn’t want you to regret bringing me
into your life, your pack…I didn’t want you to regret that I was your mate. I
thought that if I could just show you that I could handle this alone…that I
could prove you right. Prove that I was strong enough to be yours, to stand by
your side as your mate. I was so focused on dealing with this myself that I
never realized how much I was hurting you. You were right there, always there,
feeling all the pain I did, without once complaining. You let me sulk and brood
and wallow in my own pain without letting on how much I was hurting you by not
letting you in.”
Finally, Jensen pulled back, wiping his red-rimmed eyes and gazing regretfully
at Jared. “I got mad at you for telling Chad and Chris because all I thought,
was that you weren’t giving me a chance to show you I was stronger than I
seemed. I didn’t for a second think about how much you must have needed to talk
and share your own worries and concerns…and I can’t apologize enough for how
selfish I was, Jay. I just hope you know, and never forget, that I love you,
Jared Tristan Padalecki. With every bruised and fractured part of me.”
Jared couldn’t handle the pain in his lover’s eyes anymore. Without preamble,
he lifted Jensen off his lap and sat him down comfortably on the bed, before
standing up. He didn’t stray far, not wanting to cause any fear in his
beautiful mate; instead, he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of
Jensen, still holding his hands, placed comfortably in the V between his knees.
“Jen, baby, I want you to listen to me.” The Alpha’s voice was firm and strong,
but still with the tenderness and utter adoration that he could never mask from
his tone when he was talking to his Beta. “You were never, aren’t, and couldn’t
ever be a burden to me. There is nothing in this world, or any other world,
that would make me regret loving you, because you are the best thing to ever
happen to me. Nothing in my life will ever compare to having you, and I need
you to know that. I need you to always remember that you’re my heart and my
soul and my entire life.” When tears began to fall from Jensen’s eyes again,
Jared exchanged his grip on his mate’s hands, to frame his face instead.
Thumbing away the offending moisture, he continued talking. “You’re also the
strongest man I have ever met, Jensen. You’re such a fucking badass,” they both
laughed slightly at that, “and you’re so cool under pressure. You never let
anything phase you or intimidate you. You act like, and you make me feel like,
there’s no problem in the world that’s too big for us to handle. There’s
nothing that can outsmart you or beat you. Ever since the beginning, you’ve
taken all my crap in stride, rolling with the punches and still being there to
reassure me at the end of every day. How can you possibly think I would
consider it a burden to be half as strong for you, as you always are for me?”
He shook his head with a smile. “We’re mates, love. That means we handle things
together and we lean on each other when we’re feeling a little overwhelmed. I
know you’ve been alone for a long time, love…I know that, and I hate it so
much. But you’re not alone anymore, and you never will be again, not if I can
help it. And as long as I’m around, I want you to trust that you can lean on
me. I promise I won’t think less of you, and I promise I’ll love you just as
much as always; I’ll love every single part of you. More than the moon and the
stars, right love?”
He grinned, seeing the warm acknowledgement in Jensen’s eyes, of the promise
they had made to each other right from the very start.
Jensen nodded shakily, his tears slowly abating. “Forever and always.”
With that familiar vow, Jared knew that they were finally okay again, and so he
didn’t hesitate to capture his beautiful Beta’s lips with his, sucking and
nibbling and swiping until he was rewarded with a low groan of impatience.
Smiling against his mate’s lips, Jared rose slightly, pushing Jensen’s
shoulders until he laid back on the bed and then swiftly covering the artist’s
body with his own. He braced himself with his forearms on either side of
Jensen’s chest, not wanting to crush his gorgeous mate, but Jensen quickly
solved that problem when he flipped them over, straddling Jared’s chest.
He chuckled at the dark look that entered Jared’s eyes. “You forget that I’m
very flexible, Alpha,” he all but purred, making Jared’s cock pulse with
desire. The Padalecki heir could only growl, grabbing his mate’s ass to force
Jensen to grind down, their hardening cocks heated even through two layers of
denim, making Jensen throw his head back with a moan.
“Yeah, come on, Jen,” Jared growled at the sight, his eyes hooded with need.
“You make such pretty sounds for me, baby.” With one big hand, he cupped Jensen
through his jeans and squeezed, relishing in the breathless gasp that punched
out of his mate. The Beta humped his hand helplessly, soft moans falling from
his plush lips.
“Please, Jay,” he pleaded mindlessly, rolling his hips as his hands found
Jared’s jeans-covered dick. He palmed Jared’s bulge, making the Alpha growl
again. “I want you.”
Without waiting for Jared to respond, Jensen stripped off his over shirt and
his t-shirt and wriggled down Jared’s body, far more sensual than he had any
right being. The Alpha groaned as his mate leaned down and undid the button of
his jeans.
Breathing harshly, Jared looked down when Jensen paused, only to see his mate
glancing up at him underneath his lashes, the picture of sexiness. Keeping eye
contact, Jensen very deliberately took the zip in his teeth and dragged it
down, smirking as Jared cursed loudly.
The Alpha lifted his hips, aiding Jensen as he pulled the jeans down and
ripping off his own t-shirt at the same time.
“Fuck, baby…” Jared trailed off when Jensen began mouthing at his cock through
his boxers. He threaded his hands through the Beta’s hair, pressing down
lightly as Jensen licked him through the thin cloth. “You’re fucking killing
me, baby,” he bit off, trying to stop his hips from bucking. “Stop teasing,
Jen, come on.”
It seemed his mate was going to take pity on him, because he sat up with a
wink. Jared heeded the unspoken directive, practically ripping off his boxers
and letting out a strangled groan when Jensen immediately sucked down the head
of his cock, as soon as it sprang free from its confines. His mate went slowly,
suckling the head and tonguing his slit mercilessly. If Jensen minded the grip
Jared had on his hair, he didn’t show it.
After a few torturous moments and a few more pleas from Jared, the Beta sank
down his length slowly, hollowing his cheeks and only stopping when Jared’s
cock hit the back of his throat.
The Alpha threw his head back at the sensation, bucking slightly when Jensen
began to rub the part of his dick that wouldn’t fit in his mouth.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” Jared growled when he looked down to see Jensen’s lips
spread around his length. “Look so fucking sexy on my cock…harder, baby, come
on…”
Jared felt like he had died and gone to heaven when Jensen released the grip he
had on Jared’s hips, fondling his balls instead and giving Jared unspoken
permission to fuck his mouth.
Wary, still, of hurting his precious mate, Jared didn’t so much slam himself
down Jensen’s throat, as he did gently coax himself further into the warn
cavern of Jensen’s mouth. He kept one hand lightly, possessively, on the nape
of the Beta’s neck as he strained to keep from outright fucking Jensen’s mouth.
When his mate’s tongue suddenly began rubbing up and down the big vein on the
underside of his dick, Jared knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and he didn’t
want to come without being inside his precious Beta.
Gently tugging the blonde locks, he bit back a whimper as his cock was released
from the warm heaven it had been enveloped in. “Want to be inside you, Jen.” He
growled at the sight of the drops of pre-come that stuck stubbornly onto
Jensen’s lips. That was the last straw for his patience, and before Jensen
could blink, he had them flipped back over and he was all but tearing Jensen’s
jeans and boxers off.
Straddling the Beta’s hips and grinning darkly at the sound that escaped
Jensen’s lips when their cocks brushed against each other, Jared leaned down to
lick himself off of his mate’s lips. He gave into the temptation to kiss his
lover’s swollen lips, quick and dirty, before he moved on to Jensen’s jaw,
kissing a trail down its edge.
Instinctively, Jensen bared his throat, and Jared’s Alpha growled in
satisfaction as his Beta submitted. He sucked and nipped, leaving dark marks
behind where Jensen couldn’t cover them up. He paid special attention to the
hollow at the base of his mate’s neck, laving the skin there before moving onto
Jensen’s left nipple. He sucked the tender bud into his mouth, suckling
relentlessly and passively allowing Jensen to buck up into him, his cock
desperately seeking friction. With his other hand, he alternated between
tweaking and rubbing the Beta’s other nipple, before abruptly switching sides
and repeating the treatment.
“Fuck, Jay, please,” Jensen mewled helplessly. “More… I need more.”
Jared smirked. “Already begging, baby?” he asked huskily. “You hurting for me,
Jen? Your hole aching for me to fill you up?”
The Beta sobbed slightly with the force of his desire as he nodded. “Yes, fuck,
Jay,” he whimpered. “I need you so badly.”
Jared growled, leaning back and roughly pulling Jensen’s thighs apart. One hand
grasped the base of his mate’s cock, staving off his orgasm, and the other
rubbed against his hole. “Right here?” he asked roughly, rubbing faster over
the furled entrance as Jensen whined prettily. “You want me here?”
“Fuck, Alpha, yes…please.”
It was a miracle that Jared managed to keep his mind enough to grab the lube
from their bedside table. He wasted no time, lubing up two fingers and plunging
them both into Jensen’s ass. The startled yelp that escaped his mate’s lips was
a mixture of pleasure and pain, and Jared forced himself to slow down,
scissoring his fingers to loosen the still-so-tight channel. He had barely
fitted in a third finger before Jensen was begging him for his cock.
“M’ready, Jay,” the Beta insisted, looking so perfectly debauched, his green
eyes blown almost black with desire and his breathing harsh and choppy. “Come
on, fill me up…need you, please Alpha…want you to take me….want you to knotme.”
And really, that just broke the very last thread of Jared’s control.
Slicking up his cock generously, he pushed into his mate with a growl,
bottoming out with one thrust. He stayed still, giving Jensen a moment to get
used to him, soothing his lover with nonsensical babble about how tight he was,
about how perfect he was, about how good he was for Jared.
About how beautiful he looked, stuffed full of Jared’s cock.
Gradually, Jensen relaxed, and after a long moment, he nodded. “Move, Jay. You
can move.” He punctuated his permission with a sensual roll of his hips, and
Jared groaned, rocking slowly, still hesitant.
“Are you sure, love?” he asked through gritted teeth, dipping his head to
nuzzle into Jensen’s throat. “I don’t want to hurt you more than I already
have.”
And maybe Jared meant that more than just the physical way.
Jensen turned his head to kiss the side of Jared’s neck, just underneath his
ear. “I’m sure, Jay,” he murmured. “You could never hurt me.”
And maybe Jensen understood, just like he always did.
His desire building up to almost breaking point, Jared began to thrust inside
his mate, gentle at first, and then harder as his knot began to grow.
Spurred on by the breathy “Ah, ah, ah,” that fell from his mate’s lips, Jared
steadily quickened his pace until he was pounding into Jensen’s prostate with
every thrust. The Alpha had enough presence of mind to palm the Beta’s hard
length, stripping it in a bid to get his mate to come with him, since he was
sure he was close.
“You’re so sexy like this, baby,” Jared groaned, swirling the pre-cum that
glistened on Jensen’s dick with his thumb. “Look so good sprawled under me. So
beautiful…and mine, all mine, always mine.”
Jensen squeezed his eyes shut, whining lowly. “Please…I need to…Jay…I have to…”
The Alpha grinned; he loved it when Jensen was so drunk with pleasure that he
could hardly vocalize what he was so desperate for. “It’s okay, baby,” he
almost cooed. “I’ve got you…you can let go, Jen…let go for me, baby… I want you
to come for me, I want to see you go over the edge for me.”
When his knot finally slipped through Jensen’s rim, he bit down on Jensen’s
shoulder with a muted growl. “Come for me, Beta.”
Jared hadn’t meant for the title to slip, but all it did was push them both
over the edge. Jensen arched his back as he came hard and their cries
amalgamated into a carnal sound of pure pleasure. Jared rutted desperately
against his lover as his come painted his mate’s insides, with no sign of
stopping soon.
It took a minute or two for their breathing to return to normal, and it took
the last reserves of Jared’s strength to roll them into their normal, spooning
position and use their top sheet to clean the spunk off Jensen’s chest and his
toned abdomen. When they were finally settled, snuggled close into each other’s
bodies, Jensen let out a breathless chuckle.
Smiling at the sound, Jared popped an eye open and gazed at his mate, one
eyebrow quirked in question.
Jensen sent him a mischievous grin, wriggling so that Jared’s knot tightened
even more inside him, making them both moan.
“We should really fight more often.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“I’m glad you two aren’t fighting anymore; I swear, Chris was a mess yesterday,
and I don’t think he slept a wink last night.”
Jensen grinned at the exasperation and affection in Sophia’s tone. “I’m glad
we’re not fighting, too,” he nodded, stopping in front of the Impala where she
was – thankfully – parked under the shade of some trees, and leaning against
the hood to wait for Jared. Sophia joined him, waiting for Chris. “I hate
fighting with any of you guys…although granted,” he added with a salacious
wink, “the make-up sex with Jared is fucking amazing.”
That morning, as soon as Jared and he had walked into school, Jensen decided
that he was going to come clean. His first priority had been to pull Chris and
Chad aside for an apology. When that had gone over almost as emotionally as
Jared and his talk had, he had taken the bull by the proverbial horn and
‘fessed up to the rest of the gang.
He hadn’t told them everything, mind; just the part about Adam, because some
part of him warned him against revealing his heritage just yet. He trusted the
pack, no doubt, but his instincts had led him well enough thus far. It wouldn’t
hurt to pay it heed.
Sophia giggled, swatting his arm playfully. “Remember when you used to be all
introverted and quiet?” she asked with mock nostalgia. “We’ve created a
monster.”
“Well, there goes all my hard work down the drain.”
Jensen’s blood ran cold at the sound of the familiar voice. He turned slowly,
but even as disbelief clouded his mind, he knew that he was hearing Adam’s
voice.
He looked just the same as he did when they broke up; down to the sandy hair,
lean form and downright malicious smirk. The slightest shiver travelled down
Jensen’s body and familiar fear settled at the base of his spine. His first
instinct, however, was to protect his pack, and he automatically moved to
shield Sophia completely from Adam’s view, holding his arm out to keep her
behind him.
“Hey, Jenny,” Adam took a casual step closer and Jensen tensed. “Long time.”
For the umpteenth time in his life, the green-eyed artist cursed his bad luck.
The parking lot was, of course, empty; Jared and Chad and Tom had football
practice, and Chris had a detention for punching a guy who hit on Soph earlier.
The rest of the pack – and school – had cleared out when the last bell rang,
and Jensen and Sophia had chosen today of all days to wait for their mates in
the lot instead of at the football field.
Go fucking figure.
“Sophia, go,” he ordered lowly, but firmly. The beta clutched at his arm as
soon as the words left his mouth, and he interrupted her before she could
protest. “Now.” His voice, all of a sudden, was infused with some unfamiliar
timbre; he couldn’t identify it, but it made his voice sound different, even to
his own ears. More authoritative. Commanding. There was almost a warning
layered underneath his instruction. “Go find Jared.”
Although raw power resonated through his voice, Jensen knew that his friend
could hear the words he left unspoken; I am not going to be the reason you get
hurt.
Though she looked all types of torn, Sophia followed his directive. Jensen had
to wonder, briefly, whether it was panic that had turned his voice so imposing,
or something else entirely…but that train of thought was quickly derailed by
Adam taking another step towards him.
“You’ve been running from me long enough, you stupid whore,” he bit off, all
pretenses of niceties gone now that they were alone. His eyes suddenly
narrowed, presumably as he caught sight of one of the hickeys Jared had left on
him. “Think I didn’t hear about all your little escapades here? Thought you
could run from me, spread it for some other dumb fucker and I wouldn’t find
out?”
Defiance and anger flared brightly inside Jensen as Gilligan inadvertently
insulted Jared. “You don’t fucking own me, Adam,” he snapped, standing his
ground. “We’ve been through for years, and you need to damn well accept that.”
In a flash, Adam was in his face, gripping a fistful of Jensen’s shirt towards
him. “We ain’t over unless I say we’re over, cupcake,” he sneered, and for a
single moment, Jensen was frozen.
Adam hauled off with two punches; one felt like it had split his lip all the
way through, thanks to a ring his asshole ex was wearing, and the other was
sure as hell going to leave him with a blackened eye.
Dazed by the blows to his head, the green-eyed artist was helpless as Adam
slammed him into the hood of the Impala, face-down. One hand gripped painfully
at the nape of his neck, holding him there, while the other pinned his right
arm up against his back, pushing it until Jensen thought his shoulder would pop
out of its joint.
“You’ll never be worth anything more than the dirt underneath my shoes. Do you
understand me, you worthless waste of space?” Adam bellowed, right in his ear.
But Jensen didn’t hear a single word of it.
Because right then, pressed against the hood of his Alpha’s car, Jensen felt
something pressing into his collar bone, and it only took him a second to
identify what it was.
His pendant.
The pendant Jared had given him, on their second date, with the wolf sitting on
a crescent moon, howling.
The pendant he never took off since the day he got it.
Suddenly, Jensen was filled with an almost overwhelming clarity.
He was not this guy anymore.
Even when he sometimes acted like an idiot, and reverted back to that abused
boy, he still knew that he wasn’t that anymore.
Now, he was a Beta. He was Jared’s Beta. He was part of a family, and he had
plans and promises and a future. He had ideas and friends and love…hell, he had
a fucking house with the man of his dreams. He belonged to Jared, and only
Jared…
…and Adam was out of fucking line, touching him.
Relying on an instinct he had built up from years of hand-to-hand combat, he
snapped his head back, hearing it connect with Adam’s with a satisfying crack.
Filled with adrenaline, Jensen followed it up quickly with an elbow to his gut,
and while Adam was doubled over, he quickly grabbed the nape of his neck and
slammed him into the hood, the same way Adam had done to him.
Holding him tight there and hooking one leg with his own to prevent him from
escaping, Jensen leaned down slightly and snarled, “I am not your fucking
punching bag anymore, Adam, and I am not under your thumb anymore either. More
to the point, I am not yours. I am in love with an amazing man that you
couldn’t measure up to in your wildest dreams, and I belong to him. He’s ten
times the man you can ever hope to be.”
Shoving him slightly, Jensen straightened, letting Adam slither off the car and
on to the gravel, groaning in pain. The Beta clenched his jaw and his fists,
narrowing his eyes as he stood straighter; prouder. Steadying his anger, he
spoke once more, his voice icy cold.
“I’m happy here. I have family and friends who love me and will back me up. I
have Jared. And I’m through running. So you better just turn around, go back to
whatever hole you crawled out of, and go. Fuck. Yourself.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
Jared, Chad and Tom exchanged grins as they heard their fellow teammates
complain about their brutal training session. A definite upside to their DNA
was the increased stamina that made them so lethal on the field.
The Alpha’s steps faltered as he realized that his mate wasn’t waiting at the
stands, like he normally was after practice. A light frown adorned his face as
a pulse of dread thrummed through his body.
Something was off.
“He’s probably just waiting at the car,” Tom offered, when he noticed Jared’s
expression. “Or maybe he’s waiting with Chris and Sophia. I saw him talking to
her earlier, she was waiting for Kane’s detention to end.”
Jared shook his head, like he was trying to clear cobwebs from his mind.
“Something’s not right,” he muttered as he quickened his pace. Before either of
his friends could offer him any comfort, Sophia herself came bursting through
the doors that led to the field, looking frazzled and terrified.
A small gasp escaped her when her eyes landed on Jared, and the Alpha wasted no
time running toward her, Chad and Tom on his heels.
“Sophia, what’s wrong?” he all but snapped. “Where’s Jensen?”
Tears overflowed from her eyes and she struggled to get her words out.
“Trouble,” she eventually choked out. “He’s in trouble, that guy cornered us in
the parking lot!”
Jared didn’t even need to ask which guy.
Fear and rage exploded within him, a potent mixture of feelings, as he sprinted
past her, running as fast as he could and cursing the fact that the lot and the
field was on opposite ends of the school property. He knew Chad and Tom were
only a few steps behind him, but honestly, he wasn’t sure he would need the
backup.
He would only need someone to keep him from killing the bastard if he had laid
a single finger on Jared’s Jensen.
Finally, he reached the entrance to the school, his eyes immediately going to
the Impala.
The sight of Jensen pressed against the hood, with that asshole pinning him,
was enough to bathe his vision in red.
“…never be worth anything more than the dirt underneath my shoes. Do you
understand me, you worthless waste of space?”
Fuck that, Jared could always just make sure there wasn’t enough left of the
body to be identified.
Before he could take a step and rip the fucker limb from limb, he was shocked
into inaction.
In a move that Jared might have missed if he had blinked, Jensen rammed his
head into Adam’s, the sound audible even to them. By this time, Chris had
somehow joined them, and before any of the wolves could move, Jensen had his
ex-boyfriend pinned in the same spot he had been in, just a few seconds before.
Jared listened on with immeasurable pride as Jensen cut his abusive ex down to
size, the Beta’s icy tone and the way he kept reiterating that he belonged to
Jared, quickly turning the Alpha’s fury and fear into pride and arousal.
“I have Jared,” Jensen finally concluded coldly. “And I’m through running. So
you better just turn around, go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, and
go. Fuck. Yourself.”
Jared wanted to give his mate a fucking slow clap.
Instead, he forced himself to walk casually to his lover, the rest of the pack
following his lead. Jensen finally registered his presence, and a look filled
with love, relief and contentedness came over his features.
Before Jared could reach out and pull his beautiful Beta into his arms, Adam
had stumbled to his feet, backing away slowly.
“You better watch yourself, Jenny,” Gilligan spat, not taking his eyes off of
Jared’s mate. “You belong to m—oomph, fuck!”
Jared and his Alpha decided that Adam didn’t have anything more of note to say,
so before he could get the words out of his mouth, Jared tackled him to the
ground, using more force than was strictly necessary. In a flash, Jared was
straddling Gilligan’s chest, and his forearm was pressing against his windpipe
just enough to make breathing uncomfortable. He leaned forward, relishing in
the terror that showed on Adam’s face, and the bright bruise blooming on his
forehead, courtesy of Jared’s Beta.
“Jensen belongs to me, you stupid son of a bitch,” Jared growled viciously. He
felt his eyes shift to amber as his body trembled, his Alpha aching to tear the
asshole to shreds. “And I promise you this; if you ever touch him again, or
talk to him again… if you so much as come within 20 feet of Jensen again, I
promise that you’ll see your fucking heart before I rip it clean from your
chest.”
Gilligan was hyperventilating by now, but this did little to soothe his inner
Alpha. Only when a familiar hand grasped his shoulder – he could recognize
Jensen’s touch anywhere – did Jared calm slightly, enough for his body to stop
quaking with the force to shift and his eyes to change back to hazel.
“C’mon, Jay,” Jensen soothed quietly, his other hand pressing against Jared’s
ribs, just over his heart, warm enough to feel like a brand. “I’m okay. And he
isn’t even worth the trouble.”
Before he could surrender to his mate’s calming effect, Jared had to make sure.
“Do you understand me?” he demanded from Adam with a snarl. “Do I make myself
clear?!”
Adam nodded quickly, yelping pathetically, and Jared let him go in disgust. He
rose swiftly and brought Jensen into his embrace without taking his eyes off of
Gilligan as the worthless coward took off, driving away in a piece of shit
Honda.
It was only then that Jared allowed himself to inspect his mate, and when he
took note of the bruises adorning his face, all at once, he wished that he had
seen them when he had Adam underneath his forearm.
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he hissed furiously, brushing his fingers over
the bruises already starting to color Jensen’s eye.
His mate caught his wrist, shaking his head tiredly. “It’s okay, Jay,” he
denied with a small smile. “I did what I needed to do, and that’s more
important.”
Pride burst through Jared again, and he carefully kissed the corner of his
Beta’s mouth, avoiding the brutal cut Jensen had sustained so as not to cause
his pretty mate any more pain.
“I am so fucking proud of you, love,” he murmured. “You were so damn amazing.”
“I guess JR can still be handy, huh, Freckles?” Chris asked, but Jared could
sense the tension in the alpha’s voice; Kane had wanted to get his hands on
Gilligan as much as Jared did.
When a small, smug smile lit up Jensen’s face, realization hit the Alpha like a
freight train and he grinned broadly, amazement taking away the last of his
fury.
“What?” Chad asked, noticing their matching expressions first. “What’d we
miss?”
Jared brushed his mate’s hair back before answering. “That wasn’t JR.” At their
confused looks, he elaborated. “Jen promised not to be JR anymore, and he
wasn’t. What just happened, was not JR; it was my mate standing up to something
he didn’t have to take anymore. What just happened, was all Jensen.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Well, the good times just keep on comin’, don’t they?” Jensen muttered under
his breath, stopping in front of his house.
Eric was home early from his trip out of town.
While the knowledge no longer invoked fear in him (much fear, anyway) Jensen
knew that he couldn’t face his step-father with his face looking as bruised up
as it did. He’d had to endure Jared’s constant checking, had to explain to Dean
what had happened at school before all but forcing him to go back home, and had
to explain everything to Josh as well.
Suffice to say, he’d had more than his share of protective loved ones for
today.
More than that, Eric didn’t know anything about Adam, and Jensen wanted to keep
it that way. The man felt guilty enough for being all but absent the past
decade, and the green-eyed artist had no desire to dredge up the past and give
Eric another reason to wallow in guilt and self-recrimination.
Turning on his heel on a whim, Jensen dug out his phone from his pocket and hit
speed-dial 5.
“Jense?”
“Hey dad,” he greeted easily, forcing him tone into something chipper and
carefree. “I know you’re not home and all, but I just wanted to give you a
heads-up that I’m gonna be crashing at Chris’ again tonight. We’ve got a
Chemistry report due and he’s being a girl about me walking back so late.”
Some part of him hated how easy it was to lie to his foster father, but he knew
there was no other option.
Eric chuckled. “That’s alright, and don’t make fun of your friend for having
something you lack.”
“What’s that?”
“Self-preservation.”
Jensen snorted, wincing when the cut on his lip burned as a reminder of its
presence. “Whatever, old man,” he teased. “You’re driving back tomorrow,
right?”
“Actually,” there was a small shuffle and Jensen heard a microwave turn on
before Eric continued, “I came back earlier than expected, so I’m at home.
There might be a job for me tomorrow, though, so I’ll probably head out before
you come back from school. I should be back by Monday, though.”
He felt a little bad for it, but a part of Jensen was thankful that their
schedules never matched up. Eric having to leave, freed Jensen up for the
weekend, meaning he could go see Ozera sooner than he initially expected.
“That’s okay,” he responded, carefully hiding the thrum of excitement in his
voice. “Travel safe, yeah?”
He could almost hear Eric’s smile. “Always do, Kid.”
They exchanged a few more pleasantries before saying goodbye, and it was only
when Jensen hung up, a small smile playing on his lips, that he realized he had
no idea where to go.
He didn’t want to go back to the cabin – it would feel empty and lonely without
his Alpha there – and he couldn’t phone Jared either, because he had told his
boyfriend to go home for the night. Doubtlessly, the Padaleckis missed him, and
Jensen loathed to be the reason the family never got to see him.
He didn’t want to impose on Chris either; he was sure Sophia would be there,
and possibly Tessa as well, since Sophia’s parents had apparently thrown the
girls out, and he didn’t want to crowd his best friend’s home, or worry him.
He could have phoned Josh, but the older Ackles had alluded to having a date
that night, and he sure as hell didn’t want to be the one that kept his brother
from getting laid.
Wandering aimlessly as he pondered his options, Jensen was revisiting the idea
of spending the night alone at the cabin when he suddenly heard someone calling
his name.
“Yo, Jen!”
He smiled at the familiar voice, turning to see Chad get out of his car and
start jogging towards him, his Volvo left idling on the side of the road. “What
are you doing out here, man?” Jensen asked curiously, quickly surveying his
surroundings and realizing he was in the middle of town.
Chad huffed and sent him a vaguely reprimanding look. “I could ask you the same
thing, Jen,” he retorted without any real heat. “It’s almost ten. You know,
it’s not really smart to be wandering around the dark, especially when so many
people want your pretty little ass on a pike.”
“Yeah,” Jensen snorted, raising an eyebrow, “The risk is kinda the same of you
calling my ass ‘pretty’ and hoping Jared ain’t around to hear you.”
Murray grinned impishly. “Exactly, which translates to pretty fucking
dangerous. Seriously, man, why aren’t you safe at home?”
“Didn’t want to explain my black eye and busted lip to my foster father,” the
Beta answered honestly. “Your turn. What’s your deal?”
He flicked his thumb in the direction of his car. “I was just going for a
drive,” he shrugged, his blue eyes dimming slightly. “Things uh…got a little
heated at home.”
Curiosity and concern flared inside Jensen and he wordlessly led his friend
back to his car. Switching it off and pointedly stuffing the keys in his
pocket, he settled against the hood and waited for Chad to do the same. “You
wanna tell me what happened?” he asked after a moment.
Chad huffed a small sigh. “Won’t make much of a difference, Jen. You shouldn’t
worry yourself over me, you and Jay have enough shit to deal with.”
“You know,” Jensen said lightly, bumping Chad’s shoulder gently with his own,
“a wise man once told me that when people love you, they worry over you.”
The alpha let out a genuine laugh at having his own words thrown back at him,
and Jensen was glad to see the smile return to the blonde’s face.
“You sayin’ you love me, Green Eyes?” Chad tutted playfully. “That’s twice we
should be glad Jay-rod ain’t around to hear us.”
Jensen sniffed imperiously before breaking his façade and cracking a grin. “Jay
knows I love you the same as I love Chris,” he chuckled. “You’re like a brother
to me, Chad,” he became serious, hoping the intensity in his eyes could convey
his sincerity to the other man. “To Jared, too. And I don’t ever want you to
think that we’re too busy with our own crap to lend an ear. You need us, ever?
You just come to us, and we’ll put whatever is going on, on hold, because
nothing’s more important to us than family. And you’re that, Chad, you’re
family. Okay?”
By the time Jensen finished his little speech, Chad’s eyes had softened and the
strain on his features were all but gone.
“Okay, Jense,” he nodded after a beat. “I promise. I’ll come to you guys if I
need you.”
The green-eyed artist nodded approvingly. “Even if you don’t need us. Even if
you just want to talk. Find one of us, yeah?” At Chad’s nod, Jensen turned
slightly to face him. “So how about you tell me what went down tonight, huh?”
“Just a stupid argument,” Chad explained after a minute, scrubbing his face
with his palm in a gesture telling of his frustration. “My older brother and my
parents, they fight a lot and I usually gotta be the mediator. Kevin’s home for
a long weekend and they’re already at it, and I just…” Chad blew a breath
through his teeth. “I just couldn’t handle it for a little while.”
Jensen hummed slightly, acknowledging and understanding Chad’s desire to get
away from the fighting for a bit. “Back home,” he offered, “I used to sort of
mediate between the guys in the gang. They didn’t ever seem to get how
exhausting it was for me.”
“Exactly!” Chad huffed, his own annoyance creeping back on to his face with the
discovery of having a kindred spirit in Jensen. “I get that Kev’s annoyed about
having to come back home so often – he’s never really been fond of the pack
life, always wanted to travel and get out on his own – but I just wish they
would let one day go without a fight. Just once, I wish they would keep the
peace, for my sake, so that I wouldn’t have to pick a side every Goddamn time
my big brother comes home to visit.”
Having apparently run out of steam, Chad slumped as he finished his rant, and
Jensen instinctively wrapped an arm around him. “Have you tried talking to
them?”
“They wouldn’t listen,” the blonde denied tiredly. “They never do. One time, I
thought about asking Mrs. Padalecki to talk to them, as the pack Beta, but I
didn’t want Jared to find out and worry about it.”
Jensen pulled his friend into a hug, his heart hurting for the emotional guilt
and weariness Chad must have endured every time his family fought. “I’m sorry,
Chad,” he murmured, heartfelt. “I wish I could help.”
Chad laughed slightly, accepting the embrace. “You are,” he said simply. They
hugged for a long moment, Jensen providing the strength that his friend needed
as Chad leaned on someone for the first time in years.
The position was hell on Jensen’s bruised body, but all he did was hold on
tighter.
 
###
 
“If it isn’t Jared’s infamous human Beta. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,
Jensen.”
Jensen squirmed slightly under Mrs. Murray’s scrutiny, and it was only from
sheer force of will that he didn’t hunch in on himself.
After Chad had felt ready to face his family again, he had insisted on Jensen
coming home with him. He wasn’t too keen on the green-eyed artist spending the
night alone, in the secluded woods, and had threatened to call Jared if Jensen
didn’t want to bunk at his place. Not wanting to bother his Alpha, Jensen
agreed…but from the look he was being afforded, courtesy of Chad’s mother, he
was almost regretting the decision.
Steeling himself, he straightened his back and offered a hand to the beta.
“Pleasure to meet you too, Ma’am,” he smiled charmingly, falling back on the
manners Jody had drilled into him. “You have a lovely home.”
“You’re every bit as sweet as Sherry’s been saying,” Mrs. Murray noted, the
glint in her eyes not unlike Chad’s. “One has to wonder whether you’re going to
be as adept with the pack as she suggests you’ll be. It is such a very bizarre
situation; the Alpha heir having a human mate.”
Before Chad could intervene, Jensen smiled pleasantly. “I can only hope to
measure up,” he returned easily. “The situation is certainly strange, Ma’am,
but I’ve come to love the pack almost as much as I love Jared, so I’ll
definitely be doing everything in my power to protect them. And I’d like to
believe that my power isn’t as limited as people think.”
Mrs. Murray finally smiled, and the effect was astounding as she instantly
looked more welcoming. Chad was grinning broadly, and Jensen felt oddly like he
had passed some kind of test.
“Not limited indeed, Jensen,” the beta nodded with another smile. “And please,
call me Diane.”
Before Jensen could respond, an older guy traipsed into the living room. He had
the same blonde hair as Chad, and while his eyes were also blue, they weren’t
nearly as piercing. While they shared physical attributes, the older guy’s
scowl differentiated him instantly from the almost-always smiling Chad.
“You must be Kevin,” Jensen addressed Chad’s brother amicably. “I’m…”
“The human Beta,” Kevin scoffed almost disdainfully. It was obvious that the
guy held some resentment towards the pack and their perceived role in keeping
him from branching out. “I’ve heard.”
“Kevin,” Diane Murray snapped at her eldest son, “where are your manners?”
The older Murray snorted mirthlessly. “Mother Luna forbid I show the pack-
worshipping human that we’re not all impressed by the fact that he’s sleeping
with the Alpha heir.”
Chad bristled slightly next to him, inching in front of him protectively. “Lay
off, Kev.”
Like a switch was flicked, Kevin rounded on his younger brother. “Scared the
Alpha’s little human is gonna tattle on me, little brother?” he taunted. “Or
are you just so scared that you won’t mean anything outside of that precious
pack? Are you that desperate for someone’s approval that you’ll…”
“That is enough.”
Jensen’s temper was usually slow to spark, but not in this instance. That same
deep thrum that had entered his voice earlier, when he ordered Sophia to run,
was resonating in his voice now. That commanding tenor that reverberated in his
tone seemed to have the same effect on the Murrays, as all three of them
focused on him. He barely noticed Chad’s surprised look, in the wake of his
protective anger.
He narrowed his eyes at Kevin. “Whatever problem you have with me, whatever
problem you have with the pack, you take it up with me. You do not get to take
that out on Chad,” he stated, his voice sounding different even to his own
ears. More forceful, somehow, and more powerful. “Your brother stretches
himself to breaking point trying to keep the peace so that y’all don’t tear the
whole family apart, and this is how you thank him? By mocking him? By
trivializing his sense of loyalty?” Jensen’s voice steadily turned colder. “You
should be thankful for having someone as loyal and steadfast as your brother.
And if you stopped feeling so damn sorry for yourself, you might even realize
that you’re pushing away the onlyperson who’s always been on your God damned
side! And for what? A temper tantrum because you don’t like the fact that you
have a couple obligations to your family?”
Jensen shook his head and fought to regain some semblance of calm. When he felt
like he could talk without his voice shaking, he continued, in a slightly more
even tone. “Take it from someone who had practically no family until your
brother and your pack came along; a few obligations are nothing if it means you
never have to feel thegut-wrenching pain of being completely alone in the
world.”
Kevin looked shell-shocked by the end of his rant, and Jensen liked to think
there was some remorse in his blue eyes.
“You think about that,” he finished roughly. “You think about that the next
time you fight to get away from the people who would lay their lives down for
you in a heartbeat, and you think about that the next time you take your anger
out on the only person in the world who’ll stand by you even when you don’t
deserve it. Because that’s what pack is about, and that’s what family is about,
and it seems to me like Chad’s the only one who really gets that.” Turning to
Diane, Jensen spoke courteously, but with no guilt or regret. “Mrs. Murray, I
know I have no right to come in here and talk about things I ought not be
talking about, but you should know that Chad’s been nothing but a brother to
me, and all I’m hoping to do here is remind y’all to appreciate what a stand-up
guy he is. He doesn’t deserve to be the punching bag in the middle, and not
only because of what a treasured pack member he is.”
Jensen took a step back, not daring to look at Chad. Drained of his earlier
ire, he wasn’t sure anymore, that his friend would appreciate Jensen sticking
up for him.
“I’m sorry if I’ve overstepped,” he added civilly, “and I’ll take my leave
now.”
He had barely turned around before Diane’s voice stopped him. “Jensen, hold
on.” He met her eyes without hesitation, and he hoped his shock didn’t show
when he saw tears there. “You’ve not overstepped,” the beta said steadily. “Not
in the least. Actually, I’d go so far as to say that you’ve alerted me to
something I should have seen myself, ages ago.” Turning to Chad, she addressed
her youngest son. “I’m so sorry that we’ve always put you in the middle, honey.
I’m so sorry, I never even realized…”
“It’s okay, mom,” Chad was quick to comfort his mother, as Jensen knew he would
be. “It’s alright. You didn’t know.”
Sensing that mother and son needed a moment alone, Jensen slipped stealthily
out of the living room and out of the door, closing it softly behind him and
settling down on one of the porch chairs. When the front door opened again, the
green-eyed artist was surprised to see that Kevin had been the one to follow
him out.
He tensed automatically, expecting the worst, but the older Murray didn’t even
notice, taking a seat on the chair next to him and fixing his gaze on his
shoes. “What were your dreams before the pack came into your life, Beta?”
Jensen started slightly at the question; who would have thought that the guy
would want to have a heart to heart with him after he chewed him out? Shaking
off his shock, he refocused on Kevin, who’s eyes had traveled up to meet his
now. There was regret in the eyes that was both like, and unlike Chad’s. Pain
and weariness. The thirst for understanding.
“You don’t have to call me Beta,” he murmured first, relaxing. “I’m just
Jensen. I’m not the Beta.” Not yet, at least…not officially.
Kevin smiled slightly at that, as if he knew an inside joke. “Okay, Jensen.
What were your dreams before you met Padalecki and got dragged into our world?”
“I was gonna get into a top art college,” Jensen answered with a grin. “Open up
my own gallery eventually, someday, rub elbows with some of the big names, you
know?” At Kevin’s smile and nod, he added, “Why?”
“I have big dreams, Jensen,” he shrugged, looking out at the yard as though
seeing something else entirely. “I want to see the world and live my life in
the moment. I never wanted to be tied down to this town. But I am.”
Jensen was already shaking his head. “You’ve gotta stop thinking of it as a
choice,” he stated baldly. “This is your family; they’d never ask you to pick
between them and your dreams. They’re just asking you to come back home when
all is said and done. I mean,” he laughed slightly, “I’m still going to go to
an art college and open up a gallery and rub elbows with the greats. I’m just
gonna have a home to come back to when I’m done. You can travel the world and
live the adventure you’re dreaming about; you just have to touch base every
once in a while. Embrace your roots instead of trying so hard to forget them.”
“Think it’ll be that easy to balance?” Kevin asked doubtfully, insecurity taut
on his features as he finally vocalized his fear.
“Nope,” Jensen denied sunnily, before sending the older Murray a gentle smile.
“But I think it’ll be worth it.”
Nodding slowly, Kevin stood up, going to lean against the banister across from
Jensen. “I don’t ever mean to insult or hurt my brother,” he added, vaguely
defensively. “I just hate that he wants to be stuck in this town. There’s so
much more for him out there…I want so much more for him.”
“Ain’t about what you want,” Jensen shrugged. “It’s about what Chad wants. And
he’s gonna make his mark on the world, whether he’s here or in Canada or in
France or in Rio, don’t doubt that. Maybe it’s time you have some faith in your
little brother, and support him as much as he’s always supported you?”
Kevin nodded slowly, running a hand through his blonde spikes. “I’ve been a
pretty shitty big brother.”
“Yup,” Jensen agreed easily, smirking when Kevin huffed. “But he’ll forgive
you. Chad’s pretty fucking great like that.”
The older Murray barked out a laugh, eyes sparkling, and for once, Jensen
caught a glimpse of the big brother that Chad must have known. Kevin offered
him a mock salute before heading back to the door, presumably to apologize to
his brother.
“You’re gonna be a great Beta,” he offered just before he went in, his hands
poised above the doorknob. “Take it from someone whose family you’ve stopped
from possibly fracturing.”
With a wink, the older boy headed inside, leaving Jensen feeling a little
better about his ability to stand at Jared’s side as Beta.
After debating with himself for a few minutes, Jensen finally decided to leave;
Chad needed some time with his family to sort through everything, and he was
only intruding on them. More to the point, he wasn’t sure that Chad would be
too pleased with him for sticking his nose in his family affairs; in all
likelihood, the blonde was pissed to hell at him, and he didn’t want Chad to
have to deal with him in the rush.
Their cabin was only a couple miles away, and Jensen carried the key Jared gave
him at all times. He’d miss Jared, and his warm and loving presence, but still.
One night alone wouldn’t hurt him.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“Jared, honey, are you missing Jensen that much?”
Sherry Padalecki’s amused voice came from behind Jared, and the Alpha turned
around to grin at his mother, his hands full of soapy suds and his t-shirt half
soaked through.
Yes. The future Padalecki Alpha and the school’s star linebacker had resorted
to washing dishes because he was missing his mate so damn much.
Even so. He wasn’t about to admit defeat to his momma that easily.
“Nuh-uh,” he frowned, hiding his smile. “Can’t I just offer to help my awesome
mother after she spent the whole afternoon making us such a great meal?”
Sherry raised an eyebrow at her son, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Jared, honey,
we bought pizza today.”
Huh. Didn’t really even taste it.
“I knew that,” he tried to recover, failing miserably when he grinned impishly
at the current Beta. “Am I that obvious?”
Sherry grabbed the dish her son was unconsciously waving around, saving it from
its fated destruction. “Only a little, honey,” she chuckled, taking over and
efficiently soaping up the plate. “Why don’t you just go visit him? It’s not
even ten yet.”
Jared sighed theatrically. “Jensen says I don’t spend enough time with you
guys,” he pouted. “He says he’s not gonna let there be reason for y’all to hate
him for stealing me away.”
“Honey, we’re thankful to him for that.”
“That’s what I tried to…hey!” Jared glared at his mother indignantly when he
realized what she was implying, and she laughed freely.
Finishing up the last dish, she drained the water, wiped her hands and turned
to face her sulking son. “We love you, Jare, and we love Jensen, and more than
that, we’re going to enjoy having Jensen become part of the family too. We can
accept that y’all need to be together, especially given everything that you two
have been through. We’re not going to take it personally.”
“I know that,” Jared grumbled, “but he won’t listen to me.”
“So convince him,” Sherry shrugged easily. “And while you’re at it,” she added,
a look of utter exasperation on her face, “why don’t you talk to him about the
Beta issue too?”
“Momma…”
Sherry held up a hand to interrupt the excuse she knew was coming. “He’s a lot
stronger than you think, Jare,” she stated, sounding awfully like she knew
something he didn’t. “Just try him.”
Before he could think on his mother’s words and her strange tone, she was gone.
Jared was too tired to look into it, so rather than badger her, he simply
pulled out his phone and dialed his mate.
You’ve got Jensen, you know what to do.
Jared sighed, figuring his mate had taken a painkiller and turned in early for
the evening. He had been a little more bruised up from the confrontation than
Jared had initially thought.
Overcome with boredom, Jared settled in his room, flicking through the channels
on his TV and trying not to acknowledge how cold and empty his old bedroom
felt, as compared to the room he shared with his Beta at the cottage.
It was a little after eleven when the Alpha’s phone rang with the obnoxious
ringtone Chad had personalized for himself.
“It is way too late for this, man,” he answered moodily, his attention still
half on the re-run of Psych that was on the screen.
“I can’t find Jensen.”
Jared bolted upright, swinging his legs over the bed and clutching his phone in
a death grip. “This better not be some kind of a stupid fucking joke, Chad,” he
warned, his heart rate picking up double time. “I swear to God…”
“No joke,” the alpha interrupted him grimly, and the tension in his tone was
too real for Jared to ignore. “I picked him up about an hour ago…it’s a long
story, but to sum it up, he came home with me because he didn’t want to worry
you, and then he went all badass and mediated the shit out of a stupid fight
Kevin was having with everyone, and then I had to talk to my mom, and I thought
he was just outside, that’s what Kev told us, but then I went outside, and he
wasn’t there, and I called Chris, but he said he hasn’t seen him, and from your
tone, you haven’t seen him either, and fucking hell, I should’ve checked on
him, I know I should’ve, and now I can’t find him, and…”
“Breathe, Chad!” Jared snapped out the command, hearing his best friend gulp in
a desperate lungful of air. The alpha had the tendency to babble and get
everything out in a single breath when he was panicked or stressed, and the
last thing Jared needed was an unconscious alpha when he was the last to see
Jensen. “Okay, if he didn’t go to Chris’, have you checked with Joshua? Or
checked the cottage?”
There was a slight pause and Jared could almost see the sheepish expression
that was probably on Chad’s face. “Um…not exactly. I panicked when I realized
he wasn’t at your place or Kane’s.”
Jared rolled his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart. There was no reason to
believe anything bad had happened. Grabbing his keys, he shoved his feet into
his sneakers, not bothering to tie them or change out of his sweatpants and
wife-beater.
“You phone his brother and I’ll check the cottage,” he asserted, making his way
silently down the stairs. The house was quiet, so instead of waking his
parents, he scribbled a quick note and left it on the breakfast island in the
kitchen. “Phone me back once you’ve spoken to Josh.”
Chad hung up without another word, but the Alpha didn’t take offense. On the
contrary, he was pleased that his best friend was so serious about his Beta’s
safety. When Chad phoned back to report that the elder Ackles knew nothing
about his brother’s whereabouts, Jared had to force himself to remain calm, for
Chad’s sake, if not his own.
Even though his gut wasn’t warning him of any danger – and he’d come to rely on
his mating instincts quite a lot – Jared still pushed the Impala to her limit,
getting to the cabin in half the time it normally took him. Their little place
was in darkness, but glancing at the time, Jared reasoned that his mate could
just be curled up in their bed, fast asleep. It was, after all, closing in on
midnight, and his beloved Beta had had one hell of a day.
Letting himself in quietly, he took the stairs two at a time to their bedroom.
And his heart skipped a beat.
For once, luck seemed to be on their side, as Jensen was there, as predicted,
fast asleep and snuggled up with Jared’s pillow. His nose was nuzzled into the
soft material, as if Jared’s lingering scent had eventually lulled him into
sleep, and he looked so peaceful and perfect that Jared’s chest warmed with an
almost uncomfortable heat.
All at once, an abundance of feelings crashed down over Jared; fierce love and
protectiveness and possessiveness, along with the stark realization of just how
much Jensen meant to him. And though the Alpha knew it to be a fact, he could,
in that moment, feel the truth of how meaningless his existence would be
without his Jensen.
He didn’t think he could ever express his gratitude for his stunning, precious
mate.
Shooting off a quick text to Chad, Jared wasted no time in toeing off his
sneakers and crawling into bed next to the love of his life, replacing the
pillow with his body and gently manhandling Jensen until his head rested
against Jared’s heart, mindful of the bruises on his lover’s face. Their legs
were wrapped together, Jared’s arms wound around the Beta’s waist and Jensen’s
arms resting lightly against his chest.
Jensen nestled closer unconsciously, a sleep-softened smile gracing his already
gorgeous features.
“Sleep, love,” Jared soothed, his voice barely more than a soft croon. “I’m
here now, I’ve got you…sweet dreams, my Beta. I love you more than anything in
this world.”
To Jared’s great surprise, Jensen was awake enough to murmur back, “I love you
too, Jay, just as much.”
Jared laughed lightly, kissing his mate chastely before bringing him even
closer. They could talk about the night’s escapades tomorrow, but for tonight?
Jared was more than happy to just be.
 
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Chapter End Notes
     Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter; I know a lot of you waited for the
     action with Jensen and Adam, and I have a nagging feeling like I
     forgot to shout-out someone who called the confrontation between Jen
     and Adam...
     If I did forget, my deepest and humblest apologies. Please tell me,
     and I will immediately fix the problem.
     Anyway, thanks again to all you guys who are sticking with me and
     keeping the dark and the hurts at bay.
     Lots of love!
     JayGirl <3 <3 <3
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Chapter Notes
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     I'm in a slightly better mind frame than I was when last I posted,
     mostly because of you guys <3 <3 <3 I'm working out some stuff,
     still, which is why this is a short-ish chapter, but I promised to
     get this done, and I swear I will!
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     YOU SO MUCH, HUN!! <3
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     much for sticking by me, and I hope I didn't disappoint with this
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~*Jensen*~
 
He woke up to indescribable warmth.
Eyes flickering open, Jensen realized he was snuggled into a muscled chest, and
a deep breath allowed him to recognize Jared’s unique scent before he panicked.
You were supposed to be spending time with your family, babe.
Even as the admonishment ran through his head, Jensen couldn’t help but to
smile softly. His Alpha’s presence was a damn sight better than his pillow, at
least. Shifting in the arms that held him close, the green-eyed artist wrestled
his hand out from underneath Jared’s arm and groped for his cellphone on the
bedside, trying not to wake his sleeping boyfriend.
01:42am.
Muffling a groan against his lover’s chest, Jensen let his phone fall back on
to the bedside with an unceremonious clatter. Once again, he had slept for a
little under three hours; it was like his body was conditioned to wake up
before one of his nightmares/visions came along, leaving him exhausted and yet
woefully unable to drop off into blessed unconsciousness.
Jared stirred and guilt swamped the almost-Beta. No need for both of us to be
up, he reasoned to himself as he painstakingly slipped out from the Alpha’s
hold with minimal disruption. Covering his lover back up, he crept out of the
room on the balls of his feet, silent as the night.
As Jensen shivered lightly, he cursed his lack of foresight for not bringing a
jacket with him. Quietly descending the stairs, he felt his way to the sofa in
the dark, grabbing the afghan that was draped on its back. Feeling confident in
his memory of his surroundings, he maneuvered himself to the back door without
switching on the lights, and it was worth it when he opened the door and the
soft, blue moonlight streamed in.
Breathing in the crisp air, he stepped outside, relishing in the feeling of
cold, dewy grass against his bare feet. Without thinking about it, his feet
took him to the Impala, and he got up on the trunk of the car, leaning against
the back windshield.
Settling into the place and allowing a foreign calm to descend upon him, Jensen
lifted his face to catch the night breeze. His eyes slipped shut as it caressed
his cheeks, not very strong, but strong enough to make him shiver. Though his
nerves were frazzled – thanks in no small part to how little sleep he was
getting – Jensen found some semblance of peace in the nighttime air; it was
still and open, something he hadn’t even realized he had needed until just
then.
All of a sudden, he could appreciate how amazing it must be to have a wolf
form.
To be wild and free. To have an escape that allowed total release from the
tension and concerns of human life. To forget everything but the feel of the
damp grass and the thrashing rumble of paws meeting it.
Who wouldn’t want that?
 
~*Jared*~
 
The Alpha came awake with a start, registering several things at once. For one,
he was at the cottage, alone in a cold bed. For another, he could tell from the
darkness outside that it was way too early in the morning to be awake. And
then, there was that persistent buzzing from his bedside table…
Jared snapped abruptly out of his reverie when he realized it was his phone
that was going off. Anxiety bubbled low in his stomach; he could smell that his
mate was somewhere nearby, which comforted him greatly, but he couldn’t
discount the possibility that something pack-related was the reason for the
late night phone call.
“’Lo?” he answered, clearing his throat in an attempt to rid his voice of its
hoarseness.
“You’re fucking sleeping?” Chad’s incredulous voice did little to help Jared’s
confusion, but at least he was now reasonably sure the call had less to do with
an emergency, and more to do with his best friend’s total disregard for time.
Jared glanced briefly at his phone before bringing it back to his ear. “What
the fuck else would I be doing at ten after two in the fucking morning?” he
grumbled, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and flicking the bedside
lamp on.
“Jensen,” Chad answered, as though it were obvious. “I thought you’d be doing
Jensen.”
Huffing out a sigh, Jared strived for patience. “Is there a reason you’re
calling me, Murray, that couldn’t possibly wait till a decent time?”
“You need to tell Jensen about the Beta thing. Soon.”
If Jared wasn’t paying attention before, he definitely was now. “I already know
that. Why the haste, though?”
“You know how I told you he went all badass on Kevin and Mom and mediated the
shit out of their fight?” Chad paused until Jared made a noise of affirmation.
“Yeah, well, he had that Beta thrum in his voice, almost as strong as your
Alpha voice.”
Jared’s breath caught in his chest. “Are you sure?” he asked in a hushed voice,
as though the topic was too delicate to discuss in normal tones.
He could hear his friend’s eye-roll in his exasperated voice. “We all almost
presented our throats, Jay-Pad,” he stated bluntly.
“Fuck…” Jared breathed, a thousand indescribable emotions flooding him. “Does
he know?”
“Not a clue,” Chad replied cheerfully, “far as I could tell.” The blond alpha
waited a beat, before adding solemnly, “It’s time you stopped using your own
insecurities about this as excuses, man. Jensen deserves to know, it’s his
future. Maybe you need to start trusting your mate as much as he trusts you.”
Damn, but when Chad chose to be serious, he made some seriously insightful
observations.
“I know,” the Padalecki Alpha found himself muttering in resignation. “I think
he’s awake…I’m going to tell him now,” Jared told his friend decisively. “No
more hiding.”
Without waiting for an answer, the Alpha hung up, knowing his friend would
understand. Dropping his phone back on the bedside table, he stood up, his body
sore from the lack of sleep. All at once, he felt a rush of concern and
empathy, thinking how sore his beautiful mate must be.
Is this the time he’s been getting up for three weeks? The Alpha wondered
worriedly. Making a mental note to try harder at getting his mate to get more
rest, Jared made his way downstairs, following the intoxicating scent of his
lover.
He found Jensen reclined against the back window of the Impala, wrapped in an
afghan and his own thoughts. The sight of the moonlight splashing on to the
beautiful features of the man he loved, was a breathtaking one. Jensen looked
almost unreal; like a small piece of paradise that was all Jared’s to enjoy.
“I’m not asleep, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Jensen’s muted, clear
voice suddenly cut through the absolutely still air, without the artist’s eyes
opening.
Jared grinned, seeing the smirk his mate was sporting. “How do you always do
that?” he asked laughingly, hoisting himself up next to Jensen and gathering
the stunning man into his arms. “I thought super senses was exclusively a wolf
thing.”
“You wolves think everything is exclusive to you,” Jensen teased playfully,
finally opening his eyes. His vibrant verdant eyes sparkled with mischief and
love, despite the exhaustion that Jared could clearly read there.
“That’s because you humans have always been so underwhelming,” Jared teased
back, responding to the jibe with a smile, happy to see some semblance of peace
on his mate’s face. In that moment, the Alpha felt like they could figure
anything out; like they would figure everything out.
Jensen’s laughter was like music to the Alpha’s ears. “Why are you awake?” the
green-eyed artist asked, snuggling back into Jared and throwing the afghan over
to cover both of them. “You were out cold when I left,” he added around a jaw-
cracking yawn.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Jared chided, instead of answering the question. The
affectionate kiss he pressed into Jensen’s hair belied his admonishments. “I
could have kept you company.”
“There was no need for both of us to lose sleep,” Jensen shrugged, yawning
again, muffling it against Jared’s chest. “I know you mean well, but I function
better than you with little sleep.”
Jared huffed. “Not the point, love.”
“What was?”
“Um…” Jared thought for a moment, before pouting. “I can’t remember.”
Jensen laughed again. “So tell me Jay,” he murmured sleepily, a smile still
playing on his lips, “what’s got you awake?”
Jared steeled his nerves. This was it. This was the moment. He had to tell
Jensen, and he had to tell him now, or risk his lover finding out from someone
else… and Jared had learnt his lesson from the time when Jensen had found out
about him being a Were. Taking a deep breath, the Alpha willed his voice to
remain steady.
“Jensen, baby…” he faltered slightly, before foraging on doggedly. “I need to
tell you something.”
“Anything, Jay,” came the immediate reply.
Jared decided that ripping the proverbial Band Aid off was the best way to go.
“Jen, you’re my Beta, which means more than you just being a beta…it means
you’re also the Pack Beta. You’ll rule the Padalecki Pack with me, and all the
wolves will look up to you and follow you as their Beta.”
His beautiful mate barely stirred in his arms. “Yeah, I know. What’d you want
to tell me?”
Jared gaped at his lover, flabbergasted. “You what?” he asked weakly.
Seeming to notice his Alpha’s response, Jensen sat up, twisting his body to
look at the Padalecki heir. A puzzled frown played on the Beta’s features,
before comprehension dawned. “I know,” he repeated simply. “I mean, if I’m your
mate, and you’re the Alpha…I kind of figured it out,” Jensen grinned in
amusement.
Jared huffed in disbelief. He had agonizedover this revelation for ages…and
Jensen had already figured it out, dealt with it, and…stayed, apparently.
Smiling broadly, Jared caught his mate’s lips in a brief, but passionate kiss.
“I want to be indignant, but I’m too relieved.”
“You still should have been the one to tell me, Jay,” Jensen maintained around
a small laugh. “I even spoke to your mom about it, before you mentioned it.”
Jared suddenly remembered the suspicious look on his mother’s face when she had
been encouraging him to talk to Jensen.
Well. At least that makes sense now.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized with a sheepish smile. “I wanted to tell you,” he
added, caressing his lover’s cheek, “but you’ve already given up so much to be
with me…”
“How could you say that, Jay?” Jensen asked quietly, pressing a kiss into his
collar bone before sending him a sweet smile. “You’re my family. The pack is my
family. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for y’all.”
Jared shook his head, apprehension clouding his blue-green eyes. “You might
think differently if the Pack asks what I’m afraid they will ask of you…”
The power couple locked intense gazes, both of them forgetting the gorgeous
night surrounding them in favor of the intensity of the moment. Jared felt like
his mate was seeing straight through to his soul…
…and he was.
“You aren’t ready to tell me yet,” Jensen murmured astutely. A reassuring smile
quirked his lips up. “That’s okay, Jay. It’s enough knowing that you aren’t
deliberately hiding things from me. Now that I know that, I can wait until you
feel comfortable enough to ask me.”
A wave of relief and love for his mate crashed over Jared, making him weak-
kneed. “I love you so fucking much, you know that?” Jensen grinned in response,
winking cheekily at him.
“Every day, it’s implied.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry!”
Jensen froze, the beaker of silver nitrate in his hand precariously close to
the murky green concoction that was bubbling over the Bunsen burner. He gaped
at a tearful Sandy McCoy, unsure how to react to the unfamiliar sight. When her
breath hitched and a tear fell down her cheek, Jensen snapped out of his
inaction, putting the volatile solutions down, and far away from each other,
before turning to her.
“Um…” he hesitated, pulling off his goggles and gloves and reaching a
consolatory hand towards her. He nearly choked on his own breath when the
petite beta threw herself at him, winding her arms around his stomach and
sobbing into his shirt. He patted her head awkwardly, fighting against a panic
that he never even had when he faced off against Adam. “Are you…I mean…is
everything...I just…I don’t really understand what’s going on right now.”
At his plaintive statement, Sandy huffed the smallest of laughs, pulling back
and mopping at her face. “I-I’m sorry,” she hiccupped again. “I didn’t mean to
tell Adam where you were. I didn’t know he was your ex, I didn’t know he wanted
to hurt you! I swear it on Mother Luna! I know you have no reason to believe
me, after everything I’ve done and all the times I’ve tried to hurt you, but
I’ve changed, honestly…”
“Fuck my life!” Jensen yelped, flabbergasted as an epiphany rolled over him.
“You’re my brother’s mate!”
At Sandy’s suddenly pale face and shocked silence, Jensen knew his deduction
was right on the money.
Suddenly, there were a lot of things that made a hell of a lot more sense; that
day he had overheard Sandy talking to Mr. Beaver about the humanization
process. How Josh knew where the cottage was. How Sandy and Josh both suddenly
respected the mating bond and sought out his forgiveness. How his brother
always seemed too well-informed about where he was and the things that were
going on in his life, like his blow-up in Chemistry and Jared looking for him,
and Adam…
“I understand if you hate me, and want me to stay away from your brother. You’d
be entitled, I know, and you have every right to tell Josh exactly how awful I
was to you…”
“Whoa.” Jensen held up his hands palm up, confusion marring his features. “What
are you talking about? I’m not going to tell Josh what happened between us.”
Now, it was McCoy’s turn to look baffled. “You aren’t?” she asked
uncomprehendingly. “But…why not? I was miserable to you.”
“I know,” Jensen nodded with a small smile. “But I would never dream of
standing between a mating bond, especially not my own brother’s. I want him to
be happy.”
“Even if it’s with me?”
Her muted question made Jensen sigh. Truthfully, he had more or less forgiven
the girl when she had apologized; the only reason his suspicions remained, was
because he sensed that she was hiding something. Knowing that this was the big
secret was, actually, a relief.
He patted her shoulder awkwardly. “As long as you make him happy, we shouldn’t
have a problem.”
Again, he found himself with an armful of sobbing Sandy. Part of him wanted to
shrink away, but his Beta instincts (Jensen was mildly intrigued to notice)
were stronger, and it urged him to comfort the girl. Relying on the instinct,
he hugged her slightly, still rubbing the space between her shoulder blades in
comfort.
“It’s okay,” he found himself saying. “It’s water under the bridge. I’m
actually glad you know what a mating feels like now; and understand that Jared
never wanted to hurt you when he broke up with you.”
Sandy pulled back, more composed now. “I understand,” she nodded softly, wiping
her face. “I’d do anything for Josh.”
“You were the date he was on the other night, weren’t you?” Jensen guessed with
a grin. “He seemed stoked about it, so it looks like my brother’s feeling the
bond too.”
Sandy smiled and blushed, and it was a side to her that Jensen had never seen
before. Slowly, his reservations fell away, and he began to see the girl,
instead of the vindictive harpy he’d been watching out for. Honestly, he was
glad that she’d found her mate – it was weird that it was his brother, but he
meant it when he said that he wanted Josh to be happy. And the JR part of him
couldn’t help but admit that it was a great way to ensure Sandy’s loyalty to
the pack, which was a necessity on account of the looming threat of pack war.
“I get it, now.”
Jensen blinked in confusion at Sandy’s declaration and mysterious smile. “Get
what? Mating?”
“That,” Sandy’s smile widened, “and also, why you’re his Beta. And why I could
never be.” Jensen raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate. “I thought I
could be,” she continued with a shrug, “if not Jared’s mate, then at least Beta
material…but you’ve always been more suited to it than me, even as a human. I
could never care for so many people the way you do; find a way to relate to
every member of the pack in one way or another. But you…you seem so comfortable
in the role, as if you were priming for it your whole life! You respect our
lifestyle more than some wolves, and you’ve embraced us all as family. That’s
something incredible,” she finished with a watery smile. “That’s something that
sets you apart from all of us.”
“Almost everything sets me apart from all of you,” Jensen replied balefully,
running a hand through his hair.
Sandy aimed a curious look at him. “Why do you think that’s a bad thing?”
“You think it’s a good thing?”
“Yes,” Sandy nodded readily, ignoring his disbelieving tone. “Even when I was
so jealous of you that I could barely think straight, I still knew that you
were the best thing to happen to the Padalecki Pack since the Pack Treaty.”
Jensen briefly thought back to a conversation he’d had with Jared, early on in
their relationship, when the Alpha had mentioned the Treaty that was negotiated
between Gerald and the previous Alpha of the Morgan pack, Jeff Morgan’s
brother.
Coming back to the conversation, he shook his head ruefully. “I’m not too sure
about that, but I appreciate the vote of confidence all the same.”
“You deserve it,” McCoy shrugged delicately, her gaze transferring to a spot on
the floor before she looked up at Jensen again. “I know I have no right to ask
you to…”
“You want me to keep the mating thing from Josh,” Jensen cut her off shrewdly.
At her shocked face, he grinned slightly. “Educated guess.”
“I don’t expect you to lie for me,” she hastened to assure him, a nervous look
in her eyes. “I just…want to be the one to tell him. When we’re ready.
Everything is just too new now, and I don’t want to bring him into the pack
until it’s a little less volatile…”
Jensen waved a dismissive hand, sporting a small smile. “I completely agree,”
he said. “I don’t want to see my brother get hurt.”
“I promise,” Sandy vowed solemnly, “I will do whatever it takes to make sure
that doesn’t happen.”
 
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“She’s WHAT?!”
“I thought you said you weren’t going to freak out.”
“I thought you said it was a small development!”
“You’re yelling.”
“I’mnot yelling, you’reyelling!”
“I’m not sure you’re using the word ‘yelling’ correctly.”
“SANDY IS YOUR BROTHER’S MATE?!”
Jensen rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s vehement incredulity. “If you’re
going to make me repeat myself, you’re going to have to stop screaming at me,”
he said sharply, raising an unimpressed eyebrow and pointedly glaring at Jared.
“Yeah, well…” the Alpha grumbled petulantly, returning his attention to the
road as he gunned the Impala, “you’re going to have to relearn the definition
of small.”
Jensen snorted. “Babe, I ain’t touching that one with a ten-foot pole.”
Despite himself, and the jibe, Jared snickered, a blush travelling up his neck
as he realized the subtle double entendre behind Jensen’s words. “I walked
right into that,” he admitted with a wry grin, “but you and I both know that
you’re not usually the one to make dirty jokes, least of all about my size.” He
leered at Jensen and the artist couldn’t help a grin.
“Now that you’re slightly calmer, you wanna discuss this like adults?” he
asked, amused. Without waiting for an answer, Jen’s voice turned curious as he
asked, “Why is this bothering you so much?”
Jared waited a few beats, obviously looking for a way to phrase the thoughts
running through his mind, and Jensen sat silently, a patient look on his face.
“It’s one more thing that ties you to both of them,” the Alpha said finally, a
disgruntled look upon his normally carefree face. “It’s one more thing that
makes you think you have an obligation to them and the pack, that supersedes
your health and your safety. And that,” he added with a grumble, “scares me.”
“Jay, we talked about this,” Jensen reminded his Alpha gently. “My life is tied
to every member of the pack, that’s just the way this has to work.”
“Sometimes I hate being the Alpha heir,” Jared mumbled, as if confessing a deep
buried secret, which in all likelihood, it was. “The responsibility, the
sacrifices, the expectations…I mean, why does my mate have to be in danger? Why
is the safety of my mate second to the safety of the pack?” The Alpha huffed, a
look of frustration marring his boyish features. “It just never made sense to
me,” he finished, shaking his head slightly. “It’s like they don’t realize that
I could never be Alpha if anything had to happen to you.”
Jensen sighed lightly. He knew there was no point in arguing that; Jared had
made it abundantly clear plenty of times that he had no interest in life if
Jensen wasn’t in it. The artist could only hope that if the worst case scenario
came to pass, that Jared’s family and all their friends would be able to push
him to carry on.
Instead, he said, “This is the life, Jay. And I know that it gets hard
sometimes, but we get each other out of the deal…and that makes it all so worth
it.” Brushing a lock of Jared’s stubborn hair out of his face, Jensen used the
tender motion to cup his lover’s jaw. “This is what we were meant for, Jay.
This is what you’re meant for, with or without me. We don’t choose our
destiny.”
“I wish we did, Jen,” came the simple answer. “I’d pick a different life for
us.” He smirked suddenly, beginning to snicker. “We could be actors.”
Jensen laughed outright. “Sure, Jay,” he replied in amusement, “we’d be the
hottest in Hollywood.”
“They could call us J-Squared!” Jared managed to get out through helpless
laughter. At the sound, Jensen had to chuckle, shaking his head.
“Alright mister,” he mock-scolded, “I’m cutting you off from whatever you’ve
been drinking.”
Jared sent him a grin. “You’re such a trooper, Jen,” he said, when he finally
got his mirth under control. “You just take every new development as it comes.
You roll with the punches. I love that about you.”
“Yeah?” Jensen sent his lover a tight smile, spotting a small house at the end
of the road they were driving on. “Can you remember that for the next two hours
or so?”
They had reached the residence of Mikhail Ozera.
“Last chance to back out, baby,” Jared muttered, slowing the car slightly. “He
doesn’t know we’re coming…and bear in mind, all we have is an address on this
guy. We don’t even know what he looks like.”
Jensen was already nodding before his Alpha could finish arguing his case. “I
need to do this, Jay.”
Grimly, Jared nodded. “I thought you were gonna say that.”
The artist held his breath as they pulled into the driveway. A quaint house,
welcoming and so damnably normal stood there; a sharp contrast to what Jensen
believed to be true.
Suddenly, a flash of bright yellow caught his eye; looking to his right, Jensen
saw a tree swing swaying gently back and forth with the breeze. An odd pressure
constricted his chest as the remnants of a long-forgotten memory danced behind
his eyelids. Almost as if…
“I’ve been here before,” he breathed, almost inaudibly. “A long…long time ago.”
Jared was next to him in an instant. “When, Jen?” he asked gently, an arm
wrapping supportively around Jensen’s waist. “When you were a kid? Did it have
something to do with your abilities?”
“No,” the dazed artist shook his head briefly. “Not mine,” he clarified when he
came back to himself. “My dad’s. I used to play on the swing with Josh. And…”
“Can I help you kids with something?”
Both boys jumped at the appearance of a gruff voice, their heads snapping up to
see a middle-aged man glaring at them.
But shock wasn’t what made Jensen speechless.
No; it was the familiarity of the shock of silvery hair and the piercing blue
eyes and the jagged scar running from below the man’s ear to his shoulder.
“Micky?” he whispered uncertainly.
The man’s face cleared with that single address, his eyes widening to replace
anger with awe. “Not… no, it can’t be… Jensen?”
 
~*Jared*~
 
Jared wondered, briefly, whether there were many more people hiding in the
woodwork of his mate’s extensive and apparently vast repertoire of past
acquaintances.
“This is unbelievable!” Jensen huffed a small laugh, stepping into the man’s
open arms for a giant bear hug while Jared fought against his compulsion to
facepalm. “It’s been, what, fifteen years?”
“Sixteen,” Ozera corrected with a chuckle, looking far more welcoming than he
did a few seconds ago. “I last saw you when you were two years old and you and
Josh were begging your dad to stay longer.”
Jensen laughed. “It’s a wonder you recognized me.”
“Nah,” the man scoffed, “how could I forget those green eyes?” Ruffling
Jensen’s hair, he added solemnly. “You know, I thought it’d be Josh searching
me out eventually.”
Jared watched in silent observation as his Beta’s face turned quizzical. “Why?”
“Well, after your dad passed away, I knew one of you were going to need me when
the time came for your abilities to kick in,” Ozera explained. “I guess I
always figured the first-born would be given the Shamanic gifts, but your dad
was right.” A nostalgic smile graces his features. “He always told me you would
be the one to inherit the gift.”
It was at this point, when Jensen finally faltered, that Jared cleared his
throat. It had the dual advantage of alerting Ozera to his presence and giving
Jensen time to recoup.
Finally, the man’s gaze fell on the Alpha. “And who might this be?”
“This is my boyfriend,” Jensen answered, smiling gratefully at Jared, who
winked back at him before holding out a hand.
“I’m Jared, Sir,” he smiled charmingly. “Jared Padalecki.”
All at once, the welcoming smile fell off Ozera’s face, and he dropped Jared’s
hand like it was on fire.
“You’re part of the Padalecki Pack?” he asked in a low hiss.
Once again, Jared was gobsmacked. “You know of my pack?” he asked dumbly,
barely noticing it when Jensen suddenly took on a protective glare and stepped
in front of him marginally.
“Your pack?” Ozera spat. “You’re the Alpha?” Without waiting for an answer,
Mikhail turned a devastated expression on Jensen. “Does that mean…are you his
mate?”
Jared felt vaguely like he was losing the floor underneath his feet. “How the
hell do you know about us?” he demanded, feeling his territorial Alpha creep to
the forefront.
But Ozera was already walking away, shaking his head, something akin to grief
in his icy blue eyes. “I’m sorry, Jensen,” he rasped out. “I can’t help you.
Not when you associate with the likes of them.”
Before Jared could even feel insulted, Jensen responded, all righteous fury.
“Watch who you aim that disdain at, Mikey,” the future Beta snapped, and for
the first time, Jared heard for himself the Beta thrum in his mate’s voice. It
was an amazing sound, strong and powerful, and one that filled him with so much
pride and joy that he could barely find it in himself to get offended at
Ozera’s comment. “You’re talking about mypack too, and my family.”
“You don’t understand what they’ll ask from you, Jensen,” Ozera threw back, his
eyes flashing with anger and resentment. “You have no idea what they want to
take from you!”
There were a few tense moments when Jared watched various expressions cross his
lover’s face. Suddenly, the Alpha felt like he was balancing on a precipice,
waiting to drop.
And then, his Beta spoke.
“My humanity,” Jensen guessed shrewdly, his tone and expression giving nothing
away. “You’re talking about them wanting to turn me into a Werewolf.”
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Chapter End Notes
     As always, much love to all you lovely readers <3
***** With the Heart of a Beta *****
Chapter Notes
     By the Gods, it's been a stupidly long time since I last updated.
     Inspiration was sorely lacking for a while, thanks in large part to
     some personal issues, but then a lightning bolt struck sometime about
     two weeks ago, and I deleted everything I had, and came up with this,
     something I hope flows much better with the story than it's
     predecessor.
     I'm so sorry, to everyone who's stuck with me and waited for this
     chapter. Thank you all SO MUCH for all your love and support and
     patience... barring any more bouts of debilitating uncertainty about
     my talent as a writer, I should begin updating a little more
     regularly again. Once a month, at the very latest.
     Thanks so much again, to every last reader here who has stuck with me
     since the early days of this baby!
     A long chapter, to make up for my absence!
     Love y'all so much!! <3
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~*Jared POV*~
 
Jared had, not a few moments ago, commended his mate’s ability to roll with
whatever came at him. To take the hits without a blink, without so much as
faltering. It truly was something he loved about the boy. So, so much.
And also, it was confusing the fuck out of him.
Jared watched, speechless, as Jensen barely blinked when he so accurately
guessed what Ozera’s, and unwittingly, also Jared’s, biggest fear was. His
mate’s expression, his tone, his belligerent stance didn’t falter one inch, and
the Alpha had to wonder.
Why isn’t he even batting an eyelid?
“Yes!” Ozera, apparently, didn’t share Jensen’s unflappable demeanor, and
suddenly, he was in front of the green-eyed boy, hands gripping the tops of his
shoulders. “They will take everything from you, and then when you’re in
trouble, they will do nothing to help, if it means risking their precious
existence! Do you hear me, kid?!” Frustrated, he shook an unmoving Jensen
slightly, and that was his mistake.
In a flash, the shock of Jensen knowing was pushed to the back of his mind,
Jared got in between the older man and his mate, a warning snarl ripping from
his teeth. “Don’t touchhim.”
Ozera’s eyes widened and he blinked owlishly. There was wariness in his eyes,
but there was no satisfaction to be had from the knowledge, not when everything
was so uncertain right now.
A tense silence reigned between the party of three, broken only by the sound of
Jared and Ozera’s harsh breathing. As usual, Jensen was totally calm… but why?
How could he be?
Before he could think about it, Jensen was pushing him aside, to talk to
Mikhail. The Alpha inside him protested vehemently, but couldn’t even think of
denying his Beta.
Jensen’s voice was steady and icy. “If all you have to offer me is pointless
prejudices, then let me know now, and I can leave.” There was no emotion
discernable from his Beta’s posture or tone, and Jared eyed him, partially in
awe of Jensen’s ability to be in total control at any given time.
“I…” Ozera was shaking his head, looking dazed. “I can’t. I’m sorry, Jensen,
I’m really… I’m so sorry.” The man looked truly torn, remorse making him seem
even older in the moment. “I know someone… someone I really cared about, who
suffered a fate worse than death by getting involved with those… those
monsters.”
The resentfully spat word, surprisingly, didn’t even seem directed at Jared,
and the Alpha wondered briefly whether Ozera’s problem was with his kind, or
simply one ofhis kind.
There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation before Jensen nodded. “I appreciate
you taking the time to talk to us, Mr. Ozera,” he said, his voice flat and
unemotional. It was completely devoid of the warmth he’d had when talking just
a few minutes ago, and the older man seemed acutely aware of the fact, cringing
at the impersonal edge in Jared’s Beta’s voice. “Have a nice life.”
When Jensen turned around abruptly, utter coldness in his green, flinty eyes,
Jared almost felt sorry for the old guy.
Almost.
Jensen brushed past him towards the car, and Jared sent one more measured look
at Ozera before following. Part of him felt irrationally guilty for once again,
although indirectly, being the cause of tension between Jen and someone he
cared about. His mate’s face looked like it’d been carved from stone, and Jared
hoped that none of that anger was directed at him.
After all, wasn’t this just something else that Jared’s kind was taking away
from Jensen?
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Fury wasn’t even in the ballpark of what was coursing through Jensen’s veins.
What the hell kind of right did Micky think he had, bad-mouthing Jensen’s pack
like that? His family? His mate? If his control was anything less than
legendary, Mikhail Ozera would have had significantly more than a mournful look
on his face.
Jensen knew full well that he needed to talk to Jared, make sure his lover was
alright. He was probably so pissed at coming all the way only to be met with
such hatred for the pack, and…
Fuck,how much danger had he put the pack in?
Intense fury gave way to compulsive worrying, and Jensen remained stoically
silent as the car pulled on to the freeway. Jared hadn’t spoken yet either, and
he wondered briefly, whether his Alpha was worrying about the same thing he
was, or just letting Jensen have some space after the fallout.
Either way, it gave him a moment to think.
He was mad at himself, to be honest. This entire venture had been such a waste
of time, and they were even further back than the drawing board, with his
Shamanic abilities. Jensen had no idea where that left them… what other
possible avenues he had to explore.
Had the information that Katherine had, truly died with her?
Jensen wasn’t sure anymore. The thought of quitting so early made his gut
churn, so he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would continue searching…
but at the same time, maybe he had to begin to face the possibility that the
intel was a little more out of reach than he’d anticipated.
Unless…
Rosen.
His ancestor had seemed respectful towards his mating bond with Jared. He had
helped him then, and could help him again, if Jensen managed to make contact
with him. All it would really take was to heal someone an inch from death,
thereby using enough of his own life force to enter into a comatose state long
enough to interact with the Shaman.
Right. Come on, Ackles, this sounds ridiculous, even in your own head. Can you
imagine selling Jay on this?
Attention diverted at the thought of his boyfriend, Jensen figured he could at
least try to put the future pack Alpha’s mind at ease. Jared, it sometimes
seemed, was one of the very few good things in his life, and he was determined
to be strong, if not for him, then with him.
Shifting slightly in his seat, he turned his body towards, and raised his eyes
to his mate, who seemed focused on the road ahead.
“Are you alright, Jay?”
Jensen saw the minute jerk that Jared’s body gave, obviously shocked by the
question. This made him curious, because did his lover really think that Jensen
wouldn’t notice how uncharacteristically quiet he was being? Did he think he
didn’t care? Or was it something else completely?
“If you’re worrying about what Ozera will do with his knowledge of the pack,
don’t,” he ventured a guess, his voice retaining some of the hardness it had
when dealing with Micky. “I’ll make very sure that he can’t do anything with
it,” he added, a very real, very frank threat lingering in his tone. Distracted
by the thought of everything that had just happened, Jensen found himself
getting angry again. “I cannot even begin to believe that prejudicial bullshit
he was spouting!”
Now, Jared’s head snapped towards him, and there was no mistaking the confusion
in his hazel eyes. “Jen, I thought… aren’t you mad?”
“What?” It was Jensen’s turn to frown in puzzlement. Hadn’t he just been
expressing his anger? “Of course I am, Jay, I’m furious! The nerve of him… he
had no goddamn right to say the things he did! I swear to God, if there was any
less history, I would have probably been throwing the punches instead of
rolling with them.” Green eyes flashed fire as Jensen curled his fingers into a
fist, the mere thought of punching his dad’s oldest friend in the face becoming
quite appealing in the wake of the man insulting his family.
A soft grip on his fist brought him back to the moment, and he breathed a sigh
that let out all his anger with it. He flipped his palm open to tangle his
fingers with Jared, a half-smile forming on his face as he relocated his
attention to his boyfriend.
Who, he noticed, still looked confused.
After a gentle squeeze of his hand, Jared finally pulled the car over to the
side of the road before turning to face him. “I didn’t mean Ozera,” he
clarified in a tentative voice. “I meant me. Us. Aren’t you mad at the pack for
being the reason you had to give up history with yet another person who, in
some way, was so important to you?”
Really, if he was any less mad at Ozera, he would have seen this one coming.
As it were, he didn’t, and Jensen cursed himself for being so blind to the
reason behind his mate’s brooding. The very idea of the pack being to blame for
this was ridiculous, in his mind, but it would make sense that all Jared would
see, was something he was ‘giving up’ for the greater good of the pack.
Smiling softly, fondly, anger all but forgotten, Jensen traded his hold on
Jared’s hand to instead cup his jaw. Leaning forward, he pressed a chaste, but
firm kiss to the Alpha’s lips.
“You’re an idiot,” he whispered, but the sheer affection in his voice showed
that he meant something completely different. “History in no way excuses the
present, Jay, and Ozera was presently acting like an asshole. If you honestly
think that I would be happy to have contact with him after he disparaged our
pack, and our family, then…”
“Our pack?” Jared was smiling now, heat and unfathomable joy in his bottomless
eyes. “Our family?”
Jensen blushed slightly, having only just realized the words that had slipped
out without his permission. “Figured y’all came part and parcel with the Beta
deal,” he shrugged, all casual and light and teasing, even though he knew his
eyes were a dead giveaway to the truth those words unveiled. “Unless of course,
you don’t want to share?” he joked.
“You’re amazing.”
“It’s been said,” he nodded, grinning at his lover’s laugh. “And…” the Beta
decided to go for broke, “since I feel like it’s going to take you another
couple months before you pluck up the courage to ask me… how do you feel about
turning me?”
The serious corner their conversation had taken was punctuated by a sudden
heaviness that permeated the air around them, almost a tangible thing that
settled between the couple.
Jared, looking more serious than the green-eyed artist had ever seen him, took
both Jensen’s hands in his. His hazel eyes were intense, endless emotions in
their depths. “How do you feel about it?”
There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation.
“I’d be happy to.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
He was almost completely sure he was hearing wrong, because there was no way he
was lucky enough to find Jensen, have him wholeheartedly accept the existence
of werewolves, then happily agree to become pack Beta, and then still also be
willing to give up his humanity without any hint of resentment or anger or
bitterness.
What on earth could he have done to deserve such unmitigated happiness?
“Baby, don’t joke about this,” he whispered, awe making his jaw slack and his
throat a little tight. “Because I can’t…”
“Jay.” Jensen’s voice was firm as his hands framed Jared’s face. “I would never
joke about this, not ever. We both know that turning me will send out a message
of strength and unity of the pack, to any other packs who would think you weak
for picking a human mate. Not to mention, I’d be able to actually protect you
from a threat better, I’d be able to protect the pack better, as one of you.”
His beautiful Beta took a deep breath, and Jared patiently waited him out,
mostly because he couldn’t talk through the lump in his throat. “I won’t lie to
you and say that the thought, and the idea, doesn’t scare me, because it does,”
Jen admitted softly, his voice clear and sincere. “But not because I think for
one moment that I don’t want this life… only because I think that you need to
be fully certain that this is what you want, as well.”
And the idea that Jared could ever want anything else was so ludicrous that it
almost made him laugh. He didn’t, though, which was probably good, because the
sound probably would have been tinged with a slight amount of total hysteria.
Finally, he found his voice. “How could I not want that? How could I not want
you for forever?”
Jensen smiled at that, shaky and amazed, but no less earnest. “If you’re in…
I’m in.”
“I can’t believe it,” Jared breathed, resting his forehead against his mate’s
reverentially. “I can’t believe you would do this for me.”
“Oh, I’m not doing it for you, babe, I’m only in it for the badass title,”
Jensen’s response was instantaneous and completely matter-of-fact, only the
sparkling green eyes and slight breathiness in his voice a giveaway to his
mirth. “The sex, too, but even that’s more of a fringe benefit.” The teasing
response served to break the tension in the air between them, Alpha and Beta
laughing breathlessly at the significant turn their relationship had just
taken.
“What happened to never joking about something like this?” Jared teased softly,
closing the distance between them and nipping softly at his Beta’s bottom lip.
“The mood needed lightening,” Jensen murmured, grinning against Jared’s lips.
“But I wasn’t totally joking, because I’m not just doing this for you, Jay, and
I need you to know that.” The artist pulled back enough to lock gazes with him.
“I’m doing this for us, too, and for the pack, and yes, for myself as well.
Because this will give me my forever with you, as much as it will give you your
forever with me. This opens up a future for me that guarantees you in it, and
that’s the only future I really want anymore.”
“Jen…” Jared didn’t know what to say, couldn’t even speak at that moment, so he
did the only thing he could do. He kissed the love of his life with as much
fervor and passion as one man could have. It felt like a promise and a plea and
a fucking brandall at once… it was heated and soft and passionate and thorough
and perfect.
Just like Jensen himself.
When they finally pulled apart for air, it was Jensen who breathlessly stated,
“I want to do it on graduation night.”
The love of his life was agreeing to spend the rest of their lives together,
loving Jared enough to step into a whole different world for him. The absolute
least he could do was heed any demand his lover had of the situation, but that
didn’t mean he didn’t want to know… “Why, love? Of course, I don’t mind, we can
do this anytime you wanted, but is there any reason?”
“Not really,” Jensen shrugged truthfully. “I just feel like it would be
fitting. Like starting a new chapter.”
Jared nodded slowly, wrapping his mind around his mate’s thoughts. “Graduation
night it is, then,” he breathed after a moment, smiling slowly, softly,
brilliantly. “God, Jen… I don’t even know... I mean, this is big! Where do we
go from here, what do we do?”
It was meant to convey his awe, and his incredible happiness; an entirely
rhetorical question. So, of course, his lover had an answer for it.
“Where we go, is home,” Jensen laughed, pulling away and guiding Jared’s
straying hands back to the wheel of the car. “And what we do… well, how about
you tell me more about what to expect from all this.”
The Alpha laughed, but didn’t dream of denying his Beta. Stealing one more
kiss, the Padalecki heir couldn’t help but be fiercely thankful for that idiot
Ozera, and his prejudice against Weres.
“Well,” Jared started as soon as he’d eased the Impala back on to the road, “I
guess the first and most important thing you need to know, is that there are
two main, but distinctly different bites involved. There’s the Mating Bite,
which will bind us together as mates, and the Turning Bite, which is equally
self-explanatory,” he rolled his eyes slightly at the unoriginal names,
shooting sideways a rueful grin at his mate. “For most, the Mating Bite is the
only one that matters, since it’s so rare to have a human mate, but for us, the
Bites will have to happen separately, even though they occur in the same spot.”
“The side of my neck?”
Jared nodded in confirmation of Jensen’s guess. “Just above your pulse, yeah.
We’ll do the Turning Bite first, because the Mating Bite generally only occurs
when both mates are in the ‘form’, per se, that they plan to be in forever. So
basically, we could’ve undergone our Mating Bites already, if you’d planned on
staying human.”
“Is that why you haven’t Bitten me yet?” Jensen asked, a little furrow
appearing on his forehead as he frowned, tilting his head curiously to the
side.
“That,” Jared nodded, shrugging slightly, “but mostly because I didn’t want to
do it without you knowing explicitly what it meant.”
Jensen’s eyes were soft when the Alpha glanced back at him, and it made Jared
warm on the inside. “You’re such a sap, Jay.”
The Padalecki heir chuckled, but didn’t deny it. Instead, he reached over to
grab his mate’s hand, bringing Jensen’s palm to his lips for a soft kiss that
was telling of just how much a sap he was willing to be when it came to his
beautiful Beta.
“Moving on,” he continued, his voice softened with ill-disguised affection.
“After I perform the Turning Bite, the transition should take 24 hours. We
haven’t had a Turning in long years – not while I’ve been alive, at least – but
from what I know, it’s a painless process. Your first shift, though…” Now,
Jared winced, some of his excitement dimming. “That’s gonna be a hellish
experience.”
Jensen smirked. “Don’t sugarcoat it for me, babe.”
“Sorry, love,” he sent his mate an apologetic look, suddenly nervous. “If you
want to…”
“I’m not backing out, Jay,” his Beta interrupted, steady and calm. “Promise. I
have a very high pain threshold, and like you said, it’s just the first shift,
right? It’ll get better?”
Jared nodded emphatically, trying not to show his relief and probably failing
abysmally. “Immediately. Your body only needs the one shift to acquaint itself
with your new bone structure… after that, it will come naturally to you.”
“That’s alright, then,” Jen nodded firmly, looking determined. “Keep
explaining.”
“As much as the Turning Bite is fairly simple,” he obliged, navigating smoothly
around a bend in the road, “the Mating Bite, isn’t. Like I said, you both have
to be in your forms in order for the Bite to take. I don’t mean physically,”
Jared anticipated the question before it came, smiling faintly as his mate’s
mouth shut with a barely audible click, “I just mean that you have to be Were
for it to take. More than that, we have to be certain what type of Were you
are.”
Jensen shifted in his seat, leaning his back against the door so that he could
face the Alpha. “Type, as in…”
“An alpha, a beta, or an omega.”
“I thought that I would automatically be a Beta?” Jensen’s voice was patiently
curious, even as his hand found its way to push through his hair.
The Padalecki heir nodded, vaguely enthused about getting to explain all the
semantics to his lover. Suddenly, he was really glad for all those Pack lessons
every pup was forced to take, growing up. “You will be my Beta, so by position
of authority, you would rule over the entire pack except me,” Jared agreed,
allowing that point. “But being my Beta isn’t necessarily mutually inclusive or
exclusive to being a beta.”
“So, I can be either of those three types of wolf, and still be your Beta at
the end of it,” Jensen summarized, nodding slowly. “Beta, being a position in
the pack, and alpha, beta or omega, being a way of life. I got it.”
Jared just barely managed to temper his proud beam, settling for grinning at
his mate ridiculously wide. “That’s actually another reason why the Turning
Bite needs to happen first. Mating Bites happen differently, dependent on the
types of wolves mating. For example, alphas bite, but omegas don’t. So, if an
alpha had to mate with an alpha, both wolves would Bite each other for the bond
to be completed. But if an alpha mates with a beta or an omega, he or she will
be the only one that Bites.”
“Two of the same kinds of wolf Bite each other, but if they’re different types,
the ‘higher ranking’ one Bites,” Jensen nodded his understanding, placing air
quotes on the ‘higher ranking’. He frowned briefly, lost in thought for a few
seconds. Jared stayed quiet, recognizing that his Beta had to ruminate slightly
before he could voice his thought. “That isn’t really fair, though, is it?” he
finally asked, biting his lip dubiously. “Doesn’t that give betas the power to
have control over omegas, and alphas, the power to have control over betas and
omegas? I mean, I know the packs work like family, but surely there’s an ever
present threat of forced matings?”
Jared blinked owlishly. “I think you were a wolf in your previous life.”
“That would be ironic,” his mate snorted, making the Alpha grin. “But why do
you say so?”
Shaking his head as if to dislodge some of the amazement he was feeling, Jared
elaborated. “There’s a lot of history that goes back a long time ago, to when
that was a problem. See, packs weren’t as common an occurrence as they are now,
because pack wars were fairly frequent. Most ‘packs’ consisted of the simplest
power triage; an Alpha, a Beta, and an omega. Some stayed in one place, but
most of them traveled, mostly because it was a time in our history when humans
began to question and suspect our existence. Anyway, the brutalization of
omegas weren’t a rare occurrence back then, mostly because of Alphas who abused
their power. Things began to cool down when humans began to think of werewolves
as fantasy again, but by the time that happened, population numbers were
dwindled to near-disastrous numbers.”
“They were killing omegas?”
His lover sounded faintly sick, and Jared couldn’t blame him a single bit. It
was a disgusting, horrific part of their history that had made the Alpha
himself nauseous to learn about. It made him fervently glad for the kind of
society they lived in today, where the prejudices against omegas were all but
gone, save for the few stray, narrow-minded dicks.
Nodding grimly, he continued his story. “Killing them wasn’t the only reason
our numbers were so reduced, though. See, omegas are child-bearers as well;
they’re the ones that the survival of our race are predominantly contingent on.
Betas can also carry kids, but usually only one at a time, and never very many
in a lifetime. Omegas are caretakers by nature, so it was almost natural
progression for their biology to allow them to bear more children than a beta.
That finally became clear, albeit almost too late. So, our race began to
restructure. The first thing that happened, was land being distributed into
areas and territory. If more than one permanent pack resided in that territory,
the Alphas either had to fight or negotiate which of them got to take up the
mantle of Alpha to that territory. Bigger packs were born, and the Alpha of
each of those territories became responsible for their own land and packs. Laws
protecting omegas were the next thing to come into effect; it came up to the
responsibility of pack Alphas to expedite that process across their respective
packs.”
Jensen was listening intently to every word he was saying, nodding
occasionally, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He was chewing on his lip
again, a surefire sign that he was already deep in thought about all of it, and
Jared took a moment to fall in love with him all over again, for being so
invested in being part of Jared’s world.
Their world, soon.
“Obviously, progress has been made,” Jensen finally spoke, resting his chin in
his palm, where it was propped up with an elbow on the back of the bucket
seats. “I’ve never seen an omega being mistreated in our pack, and the alphas
and betas have rarely flexed their positions, that I’ve seen.”
“Yeah,” Jared nodded, even though those had been more statements than
questions. He resolutely bit back his beam, as well, at the continued referral
of the Padalecki pack as theirs. “It took a few decades for the others to
follow suit, but our pack did catch on early. My dad says that the Padalecki
line was full of progressive thinkers, so our generations of Alphas led their
packs with the interests of the omegas being parallel with the interests of
alphas and betas, even before the laws were passed on it. It meant that, when
it became official, there was little to no adjustment to the Padalecki pack,
because by then, equal treatment of omegas was the natural way of things.”
Jensen grinned suddenly, impish. “If I was a wolf in my last life, I think I
definitely still would’ve fallen for a Padalecki.”
Jared huffed out a surprised laugh, amazed once more at his mate’s ability to
lighten such a heavy topic of discussion without trivializing it.
“Guess I must have been a Padalecki in my last life, too, then,” he grinned
back, eyes soft. “Because I don’t think there ever existed a lifetime where you
and I didn’t fall in love with each other.”
Jensen smiled back, a moment suspended in time, wherein they both silently
acknowledged how true that sentiment felt.
“Said it once,” Jensen eventually broke the silence, “and I’ll say it again.
This is why you get laid so often.”
Jared smirked. “Can I tell Chad that, if he asks?”
He was answered with a spluttering laugh. “That would be a no. Hard no.”
 
~*Chris*~
 
Christian Kane knew two people in this world, better than he even knew himself
sometimes, and that was his mate – his beautiful, wonderful, incredible Sophia
– and his best friend. His brother.
As far as deep thinking went, Jensen had certain go-to activities when
something was weighing on him. He either sparred at the crack of dawn, or he
took a gentler approach, like art, or working on a car, or plucking something
on his guitar.
Today, the copper-coloured wolf felt, was a day for the latter.
Mr. Beaver had long since given Jensen a copy of the lab’s keys, on account of
him wanting to spend his extra time on his “pet project” as it had been dubbed,
and if his best friend was going to be spending his Saturday night doing work,
Chris figured it would have to be for something challenging enough to his mind
that it left little room for rumination.
And there he was, gloves and goggles and lab coat firmly in place as he
scrutinized the beaker in front of him, making notes on a legal pad with an
expression of deep concentration etched on his face. Chris took a moment to
study him; he took in the deep bags underneath his eyes, which could be seen
even through the goggles, that meant he still wasn’t sleeping well. He observed
the deep set of Jensen’s brow and the unconscious clench of his jaw, which
meant that whatever was going on, was important to his best friend. Lastly, he
eyed the otherwise-imperceptible slump in Jensen’s shoulders.
That more than anything spoke of how much the past few weeks were weighing on
the guy in front of him.
Jared had met up with the bunch of them at the club, pouty because Jensen had
opted out of coming with him, and relayed the day’s events to them. Chris was
so proud of Jensen for sticking up for the pack and proving, once again, how
much of a Beta he already was, but at the same time, he was kind of worried
about what that meant for Jensen and his gift.
And also worried about what Jensen might do, now, to unlock that part of
himself, because Chris knew as surely as he knew his own name that Jensen
wouldn’t hesitate to try something dangerous in the name of helping the pack.
He hadn’t mentioned his thoughts before Chad started telling them about finding
Jen on Friday night, and the newest incident with their friend’s Beta voice. He
gave the appropriate grin at the reminder that his best friend was being a Beta
without even knowing it, but his mind was more preoccupied by the fact that
Chad had found his friend ambling around town. Apparently, he hadn’t wanted to
disturb Chris or put any pressure on his since he was housing his mate and
future sister-in-law.
It was that moment when Chris realized how little time he’d spent with Jensen
recently. Not counting the moments they were in a group, but rather one-on-one
best friend time. They’d both gotten caught up with everything going on, and
because of that, Jensen hadn’t felt comfortable coming to him, and that killed
the long-haired alpha.
When he’d thought Sophia to be pregnant, Jen was the first person he called,
and thought to call. There was no one else he even considered going to – which
in itself, was amazing, since his Alpha and his Beta should’ve been the first
ones – because he trusted Jensen to come through for him and be there for him
when he was falling apart.
Friday night didn’t sound as serious as that, but he was doing something wrong
if Jensen ever felt like he couldn’t just show up on Chris’ doorstep and be
welcomed with both arms opened wide.
Which was what brought him here on a Saturday night, leaving Sophia with Jared
and the rest of the pack at the club.
Guilt gnawed at him as he thought again about the obvious signs of his best
friend’s distress; how had he missed all that?
“You just going to stand there all night, or you coming in, Kane?”
He jumped as Jensen’s amused and muted voice rang out clearly in the still air
between them. Scowling half-heartedly at his friend’s ability to do that, Chris
stepped fully into the lab by way of answer.
Taking a small, uncertain step closer, he dug his hands into his pockets.
“Jared’s inconsolable because you chose lab over hanging with us.”
“He seemed fine when I left, if a little grumpy,” Jensen answered, a bemused
smile on his lips as he finally shifted in his seat and looked up at Chris.
Calculating green eyes scanned over him and Chris felt like his best friend
knew everything he needed to know from just that one look. “And if he’sthe
inconsolable one,” Jensen continued shrewdly, lifting his goggles to perch them
atop his head, “then why are you the one here?”
Damn surrogate little brothers and their mind-reading powers. “I miss you.”
Like he always did, Jensen realized the deeper meaning behind the words; not
that Chris was missing his presence at the club today, but that he missed
themand their friendship and their company.
When they’d first become friends, it had just been the two of them. And then
after a few weeks, they’d joined the pack, and Chris knew it was going to be
different, but even then, they still made time for each other, but since the
attacks and their mates and everything else had come into play, they’d put
stuff like that on a back burner, which should have been fine but it wasn’t.
Because no matter what, they were still each other’s best friends and brothers.
“I miss you too, Chris,” Jensen smiled softly, leaning forward slightly in his
chair and resting his elbows on the lab counter in front of him. “It’s been a
stupidly crazy time lately.”
Brow furrowing, the alpha crossed his arms over his chest. “Why didn’t you come
to my place instead of wandering around like a lost soul last night?”
“I thought that would’ve been obvious.” Jensen, instead of defensive, sounded
genuinely confused. “You have your mate, and your mate’s pregnant sister living
with you. The absolute last thing you needed to worry about was me as well.”
And Chris knew, logically, where Jensen was coming from, and could see the
reasoning behind his decision, but it still left a bitter taste in his mouth,
because it was his jobto worry about Jensen. Before the whole Beta business,
Jensen was his little brother, and as far as he was concerned, nothing had
changed. So when did his best friend begin to believe that he wasn’t among
Chris’ priorities?
Huffing slightly, he glared at Jen, with no real heat. “You’ve never allowed
your problems and your issues with Jared to get in the way whenever I needed
you. You nearly put off your entire fucking trip for Jared to meet your uncle
when you thought I needed you, because we thought I got Sophia knocked up. Why
don’t you think I’d do the same for you?”
“C’mon man,” Jensen was already shaking his head while Chris was talking,
“that’s not the same thing and you know it.”
“Yeah?” the alpha challenged, his voice defiant with just a touch of petulance.
“What’s different?”
Jensen sent him an infuriatingly cheeky grin. “I was almost certain that Jared
wasn’t pregnant.”
Despite his best intentions, Chris huffed a begrudging laugh, shaking his head
slightly. The tension between them snapped and the alpha took a few steps
forward, only stopping when Jensen herded him away from the work bench and to
the back of the class, mumbling about toxic chemicals and keeping an
appropriate proximity away from them.
As they took their seats, facing each other, Chris took a deep breath, trying
to find the words that would articulate exactly what he was thinking and
feeling.
“When you came back, after your trip to your hometown… the one when you went to
fetch your dad after he got into that gambling debt?” The long-haired alpha
waited until his best friend nodded in acknowledgment. “When you came back,
before you even began to tell me the story… you said it was good to be home.”
Comprehension dawned in bright green eyes, which softened as Jensen smiled
slightly. “I remember. Home felt more like your place than my own.”
“Exactly,” he nodded emphatically, “so why did that change? I know you’ve got
another home, with Jared, now, but that doesn’t mean your old home won’t always
be open to you.”
His best friend exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair, and it was
easy to see that he was touched. “Your place still feels like home to me,
Chris. A home away from home, at least. I just didn’t want to impose on you and
Soph, and I especially didn’t want to spook Tessa. It must be hard enough for
her to adjust to a new environment, and being pregnant, and the strain of
leaving her old pack and family… the last thing that girl needed was to
inadvertently become a part of my drama.”
The fact that Jensen thought about Tessa like that, given that she was so
recent to the pack and coming from a rivalling pack no less, made Chris pause
in disbelief. He’d always been amazed by Sherry Padalecki’s sheer heart as a
Beta, but Jensen… he took it to a whole new level without even trying to.
Without even being conscious of doing it.
He cared for all of them so deeply, and so easily; putting the pack above
himself came naturally, and prioritizing the pups, more naturally still. He was
empathetic and understanding and intuitive and strong…
How anyone could’ve ever doubted that Jensen was their Beta, was beyond him.
“Promise you’ll at least call me next time?” Chris finally settled, realizing
that talking a Beta out of rationalizing from their hearts was as pointless a
feat as trying to persuade an Alpha not to protect their Beta.
A grin lifted Jensen’s lips, completely unaware of the reaction he’d inspired
in the alpha. “Got it, mom.”
As far as Chris was concerned, he was completely justified as he grabbed his
little brother in a headlock.
“Come on,” the alpha laughed breathlessly a few minutes later, from where they
were both hunched over. “You haven’t hung out with us in ages. Your mystery
experiments can stay till Monday, tonight you’re at the club with all of us.”
Jensen grinned back at him, and the sight was becoming so rare that it warmed
Chris up from head to toe. “Aye, aye, Captain.”
Snorting at the irony, because technically Chris was the one who was supposed
to be following Jensen’s orders in the pack hierarchy, the alpha headed towards
the door, sauntering as he gave his best friend time to shrug into his leather
jacket.
“It’s gonna be great,” he declared when Jensen joined him, locking up the lab
behind him. “Although I’m not promising that I won’t drug you before the end of
the night. Maybe then you’ll actually get some honest-to-God rest.”
Nudging Jensen playfully, Chris dug in his pockets for his keys, excited to
finally have a night out that included his best friend.
In his eagerness, he completely missed the oddly calculating look that came
over Jensen’s face.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
This was a bad idea.
No, scratch that, it was a fucking terribleidea. Worst of all, he knew that it
was, he knew it.
Jensen took in a shaky breath, rolling the offending object between his
fingers. It was a little after one in the morning, and he’d just gotten back
home after spending an admittedly fun night with Jared and their friends at the
club. For all the fun he’d had, though, he still couldn’t get Chris’ words out
of his mind.
I’m not promising that I won’t drug you before the end of the night. Maybe then
you’ll actually get some honest-to-God rest.
The two little white tablets looked so innocuous in his palm, especially given
how undecided Jensen was about it. It wasn’t technically drugs – although he’d
certainly thought about that option before deciding that tripping wasn’t going
to help him – but they were incredibly strong sleeping pills. It had been
prescribed to Eric a long time ago, after the accident and back before he found
more peace at the bottom of a bottle, but having them, with a finger of
whiskey, he knew had the ability to knock him on his ass and then some.
And it would keep him under, during his nightmare.
Jensen knew it was a bad idea. No, to reiterate his earlier correction, it was
a genuinely fucking terrible idea. Not only because he was resorting to
dangerous chemical means to get more than three hours’ worth of sleep, now, but
also because he had no idea what it would do to him, seeing that nightmare
through to the end. He was doing it because it was his last option to try and
get some answers; to try to uncover just one more piece of the puzzle.
At what expense, though? What other horrible things would he be forced to bear
witness to?
Does it matter, if it means getting the answers?
Jensen slumped, torn between his own good judgement and the little voice in his
head that insisted he take any risks necessary to protect his new family.
In a sudden, decisive movement, without giving himself a chance to think about
it, Jensen threw the pills into his mouth, flicking his head back and dry
swallowing it. The pills were one thing, but he couldn’t bring himself to have
it with the alcohol, unwilling to put himself in such an irresponsible and
dangerous haze. Bitterness exploded on his tongue, and nerves made his skin
clammy as he contemplated reliving that awful nightmare and seeing it through
to its conclusion.
He remembered with stark clarity, how scary the nightmare had been the first
and only other time it had happened.
But, it was what it was. He had made his decision now.
He went through his nighttime ritual on auto-pilot, showering and brushing his
teeth, and then pulling on old sweats and a t-shirt. He checked the doors and
the windows systematically, mechanically, rinsed the glass that previously held
a shot of whiskey, and filled it with water before ascending the stairs to his
bedroom.
His phone buzzed on his nightstand as he tentatively pulled the sheets over
himself. A glance at the illuminated screen told him it was Jared calling, and
the sudden and intense temptation to pick up the phone and ask his mate to come
over, bowled Jensen over.
The prospect of what he was about to do seemed a lot less scary when he thought
of his Alpha being by his side.
But Jensen hadn’t survived as long as he had, in the ways that he had, by
giving into his fears. No, he had always faced them head-on, and dealt with the
consequences thereof, later. So instead, the green-eyed artist determinedly
turned the ringer on his cell off, flipping it to face downwards as he did.
This was something he had to face alone.
The thought had no sooner crossed his mind before everything began to blur in
front of his eyes. A jaw-cracking yawn almost split his face in two, and
despite his anxiety, his body began to relax. At the sound of some pipes
groaning, Jensen’s eyes shot back open –fuck, when had he even closed them? –
and he immediately chastised himself for getting spooked. It was going to be a
long night if he kept jumping at every sound.
Taking deep breaths to force himself to relax, the future Beta curled one arm
underneath his pillow, resting his head against it and folding himself into a
ball. Lethargy crept over his body, a slow-acting poison, and his last thought
before darkness and confusion began to encroach on his awareness, was that he
hoped Jared… hoped Jare-… J’red…
Darkness.
Howling winds nearly bending the trees around him.
The feel of crunchy soil against his palm.
Jensen clenched his fists involuntarily, the start of this vision-slash-
nightmare now so familiar to him. The sand pressed into the soft flesh of his
palms, and he barely resisted the urge to look down, knowing that his
surrounding were more important than finding out whether the sand had managed
to stain his dream-palms.
A flash of brown and amber.
Forcing himself to look closer, harder, Jensen realized suddenly that the
flash, was someone shifting from their wolf form. The man who was attacked… a
wolf?
Jeering and taunts filling the still air around him.
A woman’s malevolent cackle.
The dark eyes of the man he had protected all his life.
A whimper left his lips unbidden, as he felt the man’s pain as though it were
his own. Betrayal and agony took up residence in his heart, making it difficult
for Jensen to comprehend anything outside of the sheer emotional hurt.
The mere silhouette of a figure, hunched inwards, broken sounds ripping from
his body.
Stumbling forward, Jensen tried to see who it was, whose pain he had been
experiencing for all these weeks. “Who are you?” he whispered helplessly,
squinting into the darkness. “I can’t help you if I don’t even know who you
are.”
“I trusted you!” he rasped, agony of both a physical and emotional nature
evident in his voice. “I loved you! I…I loved you…and you…you took everything
from me…how could you?”
No matter that he’d heard it all before, Jensen’s heart twisted all the same.
His own empathy became mixed with the other man’s pain, making a volatile
concoction inside him.
“Loved me?” the other man sneered, his cold voice completely devoid of remorse.
“There is no such thing as love in this world we call ours. You always were the
weaker of us, believing in such naïve notions. No, there is only power, and I
am the only one worthy of wielding it.”
Curiosity overcame the future Beta, and instead of focusing on the man, he now
focused on the attacker, allowing their conversation to flow over his head.
Besides, he knew their words better than he knew the back of his hand.
They shouted back and forth, Jensen clenching his jaw against the man’s pain,
and after a solid minute, all he managed to make out was the black hair and the
flash of a black tattoo that peeked out from underneath the attacker’s t-shirt.
He was about to try to go in closer when his cue to step back sounded.
Silence reigned for a few painful beats, before his dark chuckle filled the
air.
“What is the worth of the opinion of a dying man?”
A choked gasp left Jensen’s lips as he backed away, somehow managing to pale in
dream form as he realized what the next part of the nightmare was. Pinching
himself desperately, Jensen wasn’t surprised when he didn’t wake up.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered painfully, focusing his mournful green eyes on the
unsuspecting man. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to help you, I can’t help you.”
Another flash as the wolf burst from its human skin, teeth bared and aimed at
the crouching man’s jugular.
Jensen took in a shuddering breath, unable to tear his eyes away. A cry ripped
from his lips, in time with the man’s first scream, as the first tear of flesh
produced a spray of dark red blood. He was shaking all over, harsh sobs ripping
through his body as he was forced to watch the man become brutalized to the
accompanying sounds of a woman’s maniacal laughter and the black wolf’s
snapping teeth.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he whispered, one hand tangled in his hair,
phantom agony in his chest.
“Oh, child.”
Jensen nearly jumped a foot in the air as a soft, maternal voice materialized
behind him. Whirling around, he saw a beautiful young woman with eyes the
colour of melted steel and a soft waterfall of brunette curls cascading down
her back. She was tall, with flawless porcelain skin, but an expression of
pained pity and melancholy twisted her stunning features.
Jensen fought to get his breathing under control and fought harder still to
ignore the screams and ripping sounds that were coming from behind him. “You
can see me…”
Instead of answering, or confirming, she reached out towards him. Jensen was
frozen in place, his heart beating a mile a minute.
“You were never meant to be here this long.”
Her voice was soft, tinged with old grief, and some part of Jensen – the part
that was still valiantly trying to block out the sounds of cold-blooded murder
– recognized that she was studiously avoiding looking at the gruesome sight
behind him.
Who was she, and how was it that she was here?
Before he could ask, a supernaturally icy hand cupped his cheek. Wide green
eyes flicked up to meet soft grey ones.
She placed her palm over his eyes, forcing them closed. “Wake up.”
 
“JENSEN!”
He came awake thrashing and flailing and gasping, taking in deep, choking
breaths like he was starving for air.
Which he was.
Jensen latched on to the arms that were trying to steady him, uncaring of whose
they were, just trying to convince himself that he was out of that thrice
damned place. A vague ripping sound reached his ears, reminiscent of the sound
of the man’s flesh tearing open, and a blind panic descended over him.
Leaping off the bed, Jensen took off running towards the bathroom, skidding on
his knees and just barely lifting the toilet lid before he was retching
violently, throwing up everything but his organs, it seemed. His throat ached
and sweat mixed with tears on his face, but he remained hunched over as his
stomach rebelled. He wrapped one arm absently around his middle, clenching his
jaw tight and shutting his eyes as his insides spasmed weakly once, twice more.
After a few minutes that seemed to stretch like hours, Jensen finally became
cognizant of soft whispers and big, warm hands rubbing circles into his back
and pushing back his sweaty hair.
“Alright, kiddo, it’s okay, you’re okay… just calm down, let it out, you’re
alright…”
Without opening his eyes, he whispered back, “Dad?”
“Yeah, sport.” There was no mistaking the stark note of relief that came into
Eric’s voice. His foster father kept rubbing his back as he spoke, and Jensen
found himself straightening, turning into the familiar touch. “I came home
earlier than I expected. That’s it, you’re doing great, kid… take your time…”
Eric kept up his nonsensical encouragement and Jensen was surprised to find
that it actually helped him calm down slightly; although, it could have just
been the familiar hands that had coaxed him through nightmares before. Before
long, he was being urged to his feet, aided by Eric’s arm around his waist, and
herded towards the sink. Rinsing his mouth out thoroughly and splashing his
face with cold water went a long way towards restoring Jensen to some semblance
of rationality, but it was after he wiped his face, when Eric wrapped strong
arms around his still-trembling form, that Jensen actually let himself believe
that he was out of that awful place.
Burrowing in close, he allowed his dad to ground him with a tight hug. “That
was some nightmare, sport,” the mumbled comment puffed hot air over his head.
“You okay? Want to talk about something?”
Just witnessed a man getting ripped limb from limb without any way to help him…
but don’t worry about it, Dad, hazard of being a descendant of a Shaman and the
mate of a werewolf.“No.”
“You sure?” Eric asked, concerned, pulling back to look Jensen in the eye. It
was easy to see the deep concern and residual fear that resided in his foster
father’s eyes, and the sight of it, along with the tear in the man’s shirt that
was obviously made by him when he’d woken up struggling, made a beat of guilt
thrum through him.
But still. There was no room for Eric to get messed up in this budding war. He
couldn’t allow that to happen, not especially now, when they were just
returning to being father and son. Just remembering how to be a family once
again. He couldn’t jeopardize all that by allowing Eric to even get a foot in
the door of what was turning out to be a veritable battlefield. He would never
forgive himself if it led to the man getting hurt.
So despite his own pain, the future Beta nodded weakly, raising red-rimmed eyes
to his foster father as he fought to push back the memory of the murder he’d
forced himself to bear witness to.
Stepping out of the warm embrace, Jensen took a shaky breath. “I’m fine, now,
Dad.” After a moment’s hesitation, he added, “Thanks… you know. For being
there.”
Eric scrutinized him for a few long moments, narrowed eyes taking their fill
and contemplating whether to let Jensen go at his word or not. The green-eyed
artist forced himself to stay still, focusing on the cool feel of his pendant
against his chest to keep the images of his nightmare at bay.
Without warning, Eric put his arm around Jensen’s shoulders, gently and
wordlessly steering him out of the bathroom. The artist stayed compliant in his
foster father’s grip, moving past his room and down the stairs, to the living
room, all without a word of protest. He didn’t even speak when Eric set him on
the couch, tossing him the afghan that lay on the back, but then, it was
because he knew where his dad was going with this.
They hadn’t done this since Jody was still alive, but damned if Jensen didn’t
remember.
Tucking his legs underneath him, Jensen spread out the throw as Eric popped in
a disk. A grin quirked his lips when he recognized the opening credits to The
Shining. It had always been an odd quirk with them, but watching horror movies
served to be the best distractions; Jody had always said that seeing fictional
nightmares, made them remember that their own nightmares were exactly the same
thing.
As Eric settled on the other side of the couch, Jensen consoled himself with
the thought that maybe, just maybe, the nightmare-slash-vision really was
fictional. Maybe it was just a truly morbid way of getting a message across,
since whoever was contacting him, didn’t know how else to do it. Just because
he felt the pain, didn’t mean that all parts of it were true.
God, he hoped so.
Whether it was, or wasn’t, there was nothing left to be done for it that night.
Pushing the gruesome images to the back of his mind, to be examined in the
comforting light of day, Jensen allowed himself to get lost in the movie.
And if he jerked violently back into consciousness every once in a while, when
his eyes did a little more than droop? Well, then, that was okay, because Eric
was there to squeeze his shoulder and offer a quiet murmur of comfort, every
time he did.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“You’re so insufferable sometimes, Jared! For the love of Mother Luna, would
you just go visit your mate already?!”
Jared grinned cheekily from where he was, lounging across Megan’s bed. The
youngest Padalecki was not nearly so amused by his antics as he was, judging
from the hands she had crossed over her chest and the fierce scowl that
decorated her face.
Sending her an exaggerated puppy eyes, he batted his eyelashes. “C’mon, baby
sister, don’t you miss spending time with your big bro?”
The Alpha had no warning before a throw pillow was flying at his head.
“Yeesh!” he sniffed, catching the pillow and tucking it underneath his head.
“As future Pack Alpha you’d think I’d get more respect around here.”
Megan glared at him, unamused. “Oh, I’ll show you respect, Jared Tristan
Padalecki.”
“Cool it, pint-sized,” he chuckled, holding his hands palms-up in a gesture of
non-violence. “What’s the big deal, anyway? It’s not like I came upon anything
too interesting,” he shrugged, and in retrospect, that might have been the
worst possible thing he could have said at the time.
He was treated to a fully-blown Attack of the Baby Sister. Her little fists
came at him in a flurry, nailing him in the gut and shoulder with admitted
force. From experience, he raised his arms to protect his head, caught between
laughing and groaning as she tackled him.
“You annoying jerk!” she growled between hits, probably meaning to sound
fearsome, but only serving to remind Jared of the tiny baby pup that used to
try to mimic his and Jeff’s growls. “Spending time with you is one thing, but
you read my diary! That’s an invasion of privacy, you overgrown pup!”
Before she could inadvertently do any actual damage, Jared caught his sister’s
fists in one hand, holding up the other in front of himself so as to show her
he was surrendering. “Okay, okay, I admit that I probably could have found a
better use for my time.”
Huffing, she yanked back her arms and crossed them over her chest again,
scowling at nothing in particular. “I’m telling Jensen on you.”
The Alpha took a moment to be amused at how his little sister’s threat had
changed; just a few months ago, she would’ve tattled to their mother instead,
but Megan and Jensen had established a very special and very unique kind of
bond since they’d first met. Megs had become like the little sister Jen had
always wanted, and in return, his mate was a lot of things to the younger girl;
a tutor, when she needed help, a best friend, when she needed someone to talk
to, and most recently, her biggest advocate, when she wanted someone to take
her side. Jensen was like another big brother to Megan, without all the
customary annoying that Jeff and Jared took constant pleasure indulging in.
Jared loved it, most of the time, because Megan was one of the most important
people in his life, hands down. She was his baby sister. That she loved Jensen,
at the crux of it, was even more imperative than his parents loving Jen. So
yes, he was grateful for the fact that she’d gotten so close to his mate… but
unfortunately, that also meant that her threat was a viable one.
Jensen was always very fair when it came to mediating arguments, which more
often than not meant Jared couldn’t charm his way out of trouble.
“I’m sorry, Meg, come on, don’t tell Jensen,” he whined childishly. “He’ll yell
at me,” he added petulantly, pouting back at his now-grinning sister.
“He shouldyell at you.”
“But I don’t wanthim to yell at me.”
“Then why’d you invade my privacy?”
“Because I was bored!”
Megan cracked first, laughing at the plaintive note in his tone. The Alpha
beamed triumphantly, hopping off the bed and heading to the door. “You laughed,
I win!” he tossed over his shoulder as he made his grand escape.
Deciding that his sister had actually made a good suggestion at the beginning
of their argument, Jared grabbed his keys and jumped into the Impala, turning
it in the direction of Jen’s house. He was still riding the good mood from a
night out with his beautiful mate and their friends, not to even mention how
happy he was from everything being out in the open.
It had all worked out better than he could have ever hoped for. Jen had agreed
to be his Beta, and had even agreed to turn. His dad was accepting of their
relationship now, Adam was out of the picture, the Morgan pack hadn’t tried
anything since their initial attack… things were relatively good. Jensen hadn’t
even been having visions, lately, so aside from the fact that they needed to
find a way to deal with that, everything else was pretty much calm.
He should’ve known better than to jinx that.
Pulling up in front of Jen’s place, the first thing he noticed was how
absolutely still and quiet it was, an oddity for the fact that it was past
noon. Sunday or not, Jen was always up early.
The second thing he noticed, was Jen’s foster father’s car in the driveway.
Jared hadn’t been face to face with the man since he found out about the abuse,
and the Alpha wasn’t nearly so naïve as to think that such a coincidence wasn’t
the direct work of his mate. Jensen knew how difficult it would be for Jared to
control his natural reaction, and had executively decided to keep them away
from each other for as long as the anger might still be fresh.
It was.
Drawing some modicum of calm from the knowledge that his Beta would be upset if
Jared killed his adoptive father, the Alpha took measured breaths, walking down
the pathway to the door at an entirely normal pace. Rapping his knuckles
against the polished oak, he even managed not to tap his foot in anxious
impatience while he waited.
“Jared,” the man greeted softly as he opened the door, glancing behind his
shoulder at something before turning back to face Jared. “Nice of you to drop
by, son, but Jen is asleep.”
Alarm bells rang shrilly in the Padalecki heir’s head, but he forced a smile on
to his features nonetheless. “Hi, Sir. Are you sure? We were actually supposed
to go out… may I check on him, anyway?”
Fuck, you better not have laid a single finger on him, you bastard…
Before Eric could say anything else, a rough, hoarse voice came from inside the
house. “It’s okay, Dad, let him in. I’m up.”
“Okay, Sport?” Kripke asked, even as he opened the door wider to let Jared in.
The Alpha stepped over the threshold and was met with the sight of his stunning
mate lifting himself into a seated position from where he was sprawled over the
couch, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.
Jensen nodded, the weariness in his eyes visible to Jared even from where he
was still standing. “Fine, Dad. Give us a minute, okay?”
As if on cue, the phone began to ring, and Kripke nodded once to him with a
smile before heading into the passageway. Jared wasted no time, going to sit
next to his mate.
“Baby, what happened?” he asked softly, lifting one finger and tracing the
bruises underneath Jensen’s eyes that spoke of a sleepless night. Without
giving Jensen a chance to answer, he began to guess. “Another vision? A
nightmare? Something with your father?”
The shorter boy leaned into his touch, shifting closer to rest his head in the
crook between Jared’s neck and shoulder. The Alpha automatically wrapped both
arms around him, pulling him in close and pressing a soft kiss to the nape of
his neck. They stayed like that for a minute, Jensen appearing to be gathering
either his wits or his nerve, but before anything else could be said, Eric
appeared in the archway leading to the living room, knocking tentatively on the
wall.
“Sorry, sport, it’s for you,” he said apologetically holding up the phone.
“Some guy named Micky Ozera?”
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Chapter End Notes
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~*Jensen*~
 
Calling upon years of practice, Jensen hid the cacophony of feelings that
erupted inside him behind one, perfectly innocent smile, taking the phone from
his foster dad. Placing his hand over the mouthpiece, he looked up at Eric.
“Dad, I think we’re out of flour, and I wanted to make a pie tonight. Do you
mind?”
If Eric saw it for the diversion it was, he certainly didn’t say anything about
it.
“No problem, Sport,” he nodded, grabbing his jacket and keys. “I’ll grab some
ice-cream while I’m there, we’ll have it a la mode.”
The way they used to have it whenever Jody made pie. The reminder made a flash
of guilt thrum through the green-eyed artist, but he pushed it resolutely away,
aiming a smile at his dad as he raised the phone back to his ear.
“Mr. Ozera,” he greeted, his voice perfectly even and calm, since Eric was
still by the door. “How can I help you?”
“You were only two years old when your daddy died.”
It took significantly more effort to keep his smile steady this time, but
Jensen somehow managed the feat. Jared with his wolf hearing, however,
exercised no such caution, and a slight growl rumbled low in his chest. Eric
stopped with one hand on the doorknob, glancing around curiously, and Jen
pinched his boyfriend sharply in the side to snap him out of it.
Smiling and waving innocently at Eric, Jensen forced his voice to remain level.
“I’m aware, yes.”
“No, you don’t understand…” Ozera trailed off, sounding harried and torn.
Thankfully, by this point, Eric was safely out of the door, and Jensen could
drop the act.
“What exactly is it that I didn’t understand, Micky? The part where you
insulted my family, or this part, where you’re assuming you have any right to
speak on behalf of my father? Or maybe the part where you decided to turn your
back on me?” Jensen knew he was being harsh, his voice icy and curt, but Ozera
deserved nothing less. As far as Jensen was concerned, if anyone said a word
against family, they were going to deal with him, and the pack was family. In
every sense of the word.
Ozera sighed, a frustrated sound. “No, I’m not trying to speak on your dad’s
behalf, Jensen, but… you were just this tiny little kid, and your dad was
always convinced that you were going to be the one to inherit his genes, and,
just…”
There was something in the older man’s tone that stopped Jensen from snarking
back a reply. Ignoring his now-openly growling Alpha, the green-eyed boy tried
to make sense of what was different. Micky’s voice, where it had first held
some melancholy, some uncertainty… it now held determination. Resolution.
Obviously, the man had come to some sort of decision. And since he was phoning
Jensen, who knew that Ozera was hardly the petty type, there had to be only one
reasonable conclusion.
What had changed, that he was suddenly willing to help Jensen?
The thing about Jared knowing him as well as he did, was that the Alpha
immediately picked up on it when Jensen found a puzzle, and also when he solved
it. Now, sharp hazel eyes were narrowed in suspicion and trained on him, clear
questions there.
One person at a time, babe.
“And what, Micky?” he asked shortly, his voice guarded. “You got it in your
head that you were dishonoring his memory?”
“No!” A pregnant pause, and then… “Yes?” Ozera sighed and Jensen could imagine
the man running a hand down his face. “I don’t know, Kid, I don’t, okay! I
just… all I can think about, is how your parents would’ve kicked my ass for
turning away their baby.”
Jensen picked up immediately on the choice of words that suggested Mikhail had
known his mother as well, filing it away in the back of his mind for potential
future use. Then, gathering his resolve, he squared his shoulders, despite the
fact that Ozera couldn’t see him.
Speaking plaintively, Jensen stated, “They are my family as much as my blood
was.” It was painfully obvious that he was speaking of the wolves now, and from
the silence on the other end of the receiver, Micky knew it. “You can go to bed
peacefully tonight, because I may have been my parents’ son, but I have also
become my own person, and that person is someone who doesn’t turn away from the
people they love.” Jensen stayed quiet a minute, allowing his words to sink in
before adding, “They would’ve been proud of me for standing by the people I
care about. Can you say the same?”
After an entire minute of silence from Micky, the green-eyed boy knew it was
time to hang up.
Tossing the phone lightly to the opposite couch (and wishing he could’ve hurled
it against the opposite wall, instead) Jensen shuddered a sigh, burying his
face in his hands. It only hit him properly, now, but fuck, he was exhausted.
Before Jared had come by, he still hadn’t slept for more than a few minutes at
a time, since last night. He’d managed to fool Eric, who had passed out himself
just before 11am, into thinking that he had fallen asleep at the same time, but
Jensen was far too haunted by the disturbing images and screams that were
soldered into his memory from his trip into Nightmare Central.
Jared’s big, warm arm wrapped around his waist, and the smaller boy relaxed
instinctively into the body next to him. “What happened between last night, and
this afternoon, love?” Jared asked softly, seriously. “Because you were in much
better shape when I left you home last night.”
He sighed inaudibly at the expected question. It was a completely natural
reaction for Jared to have, but the problem was that Jensen knew the anger his
answer would be met with. Again, it would be a normal reaction from the big
Alpha, but it would be difficult for the artist’s pride to allow him to accept
it as so.
Somehow, he felt an argument coming on.
 
~*Jared*~
 
“I took some extra strength sleeping tablets so I’d sleep through my
nightmare.” At the blunt answer from his mate, Jared was briefly reminded of
the adage about Band-Aids and ripping them off. Jensen, however, didn’t seem to
be done. “Enough so that my body’s natural reaction to jolt me back awake was
suppressed, and I could stay longer. Try to get more clues.”
Jared blinked, a wealth of emotions flashing through hazel green eyes. “You…
you couldn’t wake up?” The Alpha was aghast at the implications of that. There
was a reason people were forced awake from such night terrors, a medical
reason, he was sure of it, and what could have happened as a result of Jensen’s
reckless actions? Jared forced himself not to consider that question, because
his mate was obviously still more or less okay, physically. Which brought about
his next question… “And what did you… what did you see?”
At his future Beta’s flinch and haunted expression, Jared was told more than
Jensen could have ever said with words.
Because it wasn’t about the actual images that were in his mate’s mind; it was
about the sheer terror. It was about the feeling of helplessness and
desperation and despair that stayed with Jensen for weeks after the first
nightmare, now magnified by the accompanying graphical aid. It was about the
horror Jensen had subjected himself to, something awful enough that his mate
couldn’t close his fucking eyes with his body’s desperation to keep from being
tormented by such a frightening reality.
And the Padalecki heir suddenly found himself inexplicably, helplessly angry at
his mate’s insistence on being so careless with his own health and safety.
“God fucking damnit, Jensen!” he snapped out, against his better judgement,
emotion propelling him to his feet. His eyes burned with emotion as he looked
upon his beloved, exhausted, emotionally battered mate. “You know better than
that! You promised me you wouldn’t pull shit like this if Ozera didn’t work
out! You promised me you wouldn’t run off half-cocked, well what exactly do you
call this?!”
Green eyes flashed defiantly, despite the exhaustion ringing them. “I call this
a calculated risk.”
“Bullshit,” Jared snorted mirthlessly. “You calculated that it would bebadfor
you! Do you want to suffer, is that it? Do you want to destroy yourself?”
“I want answers!” his mate shot back, standing now as well, partly eliminating
Jared’s height advantage. “There is this pit in my stomach, Jared, because I
know that something bad is coming, I fucking know it! But time is running out,
and we are helpless to defend ourselves against it, because we don’t know a
single Goddamnthing about what this is!”
“Then we figure it out together, Jensen, that’s what being a mate is about!”
Jared hollered right back, spurred on by his fear. By his crippling fear that
the universe always seemed to be asking him to sacrifice his beloved Beta for
the welfare of his pack, and even more crippling, the fear that Jensen would be
all too willing to do it. Because Jared loved his family and his extended
family more than words could even possibly try to describe, but Jensen was his
heart and his soul and the Alpha didn’t want to even think about losing him,
not now, not fucking ever.
But it seemed like Jensen was driven by his own fears, because in a momentary
lapse of that legendary control, the green-eyed future Beta finally revealed
his demon. “This is the third chance I have been given at having a family,
Jared. I’m not about to sit back, and lose y’all too! I ain’t prepared to do
that, you can’t ask me to do that!”
And just as quickly as the storm had come, it passed, the only sound left in
the room being each of their heavy breathing. As they looked at each other,
Alpha and Beta deflated, wordlessly acknowledging the emotions in each other
that were warping their judgement and their sense of rationality.
Slowly, Jared closed the gap between them, taking Jensen’s hands and enveloping
them in both of his own before guiding them back to their seated positions on
the couch.
“Jensen, baby,” he started softly, gently, “the Padalecki pack looks up to you.
They count on you, and they depend on you, and they trust you, not because of
your abilities, but because of who you are. What you are, to them. You are
their Beta. The first thing you need to, and can do, to ensure their safety, is
take care of yourself. Same goes for me! Do you think I’d give a damn about any
information you managed to get, if you got hurt in the process? Do you honestly
believe that anything would matter to me, besides you, if you were in danger?”
Jensen was quiet now, gaze fixed on their clasped hands, shoulders hunched
inwards. “No,” he murmured after a moment, shaking his head slightly as he
leaned forward to rest his forehead on Jared’s shoulder. “No, you’d make me a
priority.”
“As would everyone else,” the Alpha agreed, dropping a chaste kiss on his
mate’s downturned head. “We’re stronger ignorant, but with you, than we are
informed, but without you.”
A long silence permeated the air following those soft, but firm words, spoken
in a tone that brokered no argument. Jensen was still awake, he knew that from
the harsh thumping of his mate’s heart that beat against his arm, but the
future Beta seemed to be mulling over Jared’s words, ruminating over them in
that critical way that Jared knew he had.
Personally, he hoped that Jensen would take his words to heart. He had meant
every one of them, knew them as a truth after seeing his pack’s reactions and
behavior to Jensen, that the green-eyed beauty didn’t even seem to notice. The
pack held Jensen in the same regard they held his mother; each one of them
would be willing to stand beside him, just as they would stand behind Jared. If
Jensen burnt himself out in the name of Intel…
It just wasn’t an option.
“I don’t intend on making this so hard on you, you know?”
Jensen’s comment was out of the blue, enough so that Jared simply blinked
slowly in response until the future Beta elaborated with a tired smile.
“Keeping me safe,” he explained. “It’s not my intention to make that difficult
for you. But the pro of information outweighed the con of having nightmares, at
the time.”
Jared nodded slowly, acknowledging Jensen’s view before offering his own. “It
isn’t just nightmares though, love. What you see… you can feel their pain,
metaphysically and emotionally. If you can honestly tell me that half of what’s
keeping you from sleep, isn’t pure anguish from witnessing that horrific scene
and not being able to help? Then I’ll apologize immediately for everything I’ve
just said, and I’ll never bring it up again.”
They lapsed into another silence, but this one had Jensen nodding in reluctant
acquiescence against his shoulder. It wasn’t a promise to take it easier, or
even an assurance that he would try to stop taking such risks with his safety…
but it was an acknowledgment that Jensen understood where the Alpha was coming
from. It was a confession that Jared had a valid point, and that the future
Beta perhaps hadn’t taken the wisest course of action.
Jared expected that it was the best he would get from his stubborn lover.
 
~*Chad*~
 
Chad Michael Murray prided himself on his intuition.
As few had ever truly seen – Jared and Jensen among that elusive count – the
blond alpha was shrewd and astute in most of his observations and assumptions.
He could read people like a large-print book and though he projected a
goofball, lovably playful part of himself, that didn’t mean that there wasn’t
another, inherent part of him that could analyze a situation and see things
from a third party perspective no matter how emotionally compromised he was.
It was this part of himself that made him the best candidate for Jared’s
second-in-command, next to Jensen. When they were pups, his best friend had
seen it, and when he arrived here, Jensen had too, and with their combined
belief in him, Chad stopped being so afraid to channel his unique skill. He
grew into the position that was picked for him since Jared first became his
best friend, and whether they knew it or not, both the future Alpha and the
future Beta played a huge part in how comfortable Chad now was with himself;
with their constant encouragement and the way they both always took his
opinions under serious consideration, the alpha was becoming more and more
confident in his own assessments. He actively and productively participated in
meets and discussions now, bold enough to assert himself and secure enough in
the knowledge that his Alpha and Beta would back him.
All said, Chad loved those two like the brothers they were, to him, and so when
Jared related his mate’s escapades to him, Kane, and Bush, the alpha had to
fight against letting loose a string of expletives.
Jensen was constantly trying to protect them all, more often than not at the
risk of his own wellbeing. Chad understood that it was something inherent in
the future Beta, but that didn’t mean he had to like it, and he was sure that
sentiment was deeply echoed by their pack, most of all Jared and Kane.
“Jensen, you idiot…” Kane muttered, running an aggravated hand through his
hair. “Is he awake?” he directed his demand at Jared, who still seemed to be
weighted down and weary with concern for his mate. “Can I go see him?”
The question, if anything, made Jared tense a little more. “He can’t sleep,”
the Alpha answered shortly, although his tone seemed to be directed at the
situation more than Christian. “Whatever he saw when he was locked in that
nightmare, it was horrific enough that he can’t close his eyes without being
treated to a re-run.”
Chad flinched visibly at the knowledge. He vividly remembered how messed up
Jensen had been the first time the nightmare had occurred, both from lack of
sleep and from the awful things he had been witness to… except the first time,
he had been able to wake himself up. What now? What had the future Beta forced
himself to see, and how would it affect him this time?
“Give him some time,” the blond found himself advising, unwittingly echoing the
request Jensen had made when he’d sent Jared ahead to relay the news to their
friends. “His emotions are going to be frayed and his nerves, shot. He needs to
recoup and he can’t do that in front of us.”
“He can do that in front of me!” Kane protested, but even so, begrudging
acceptance darkened his eyes.
Jensen was strength personified. He went through the shredder on a more
frequent basis than anyone Chad knew, and he still kept coming back stronger.
Maybe the universe was playing one big, sick joke on the resilient artist, or
maybe it was just some big test to see how much Jensen could take, but either
way; he wasn’t going to back down. Their future Beta somehow always managed to
find one more spark inside him that never let him back down. Even with his
enduring strength, however, Jensen needed to be able to take a breather now and
again, and Green Eyes felt it necessary to do that alone, or with Jared. He
didn’t tend to show those moments to anyone else; not because he didn’t trust
them, but because he needed to be able to focus on himself without worrying
about everyone else.
Christian knew that he had a point, and as much as he didn’t want to
acknowledge that, he was respecting it.
Glancing at Jared, the alpha quickly added, “That excludes you, Jay-Pad. You
should probably go back and take care of him.”
The Alpha nodded grimly, his jaw tense with the multitude of emotions that were
inevitably bombarding him. Chad searched his best friend’s hazel eyes, drawing
on years of practice and trying to read the complications in those expressive
orbs.
“There’s more, isn’t there?”
He phrased it as a question, but his voice made no illusion of the fact that he
was making a statement. He knew as well as he knew his own name, that there was
something else that was adding to the Alpha’s concerns.
To his credit, Jared didn’t try to deny it. “Ozera called Jensen, he wants to
help all of a sudden. Says his relationship with Sean Ackles was stronger than
his hatred towards Were kind.”
Chad recognized the name of Jensen’s dead, biological father, nodding slowly to
show his acknowledgment of the Padalecki heir’s words. Gears began to turn in
his head and he already knew that Jared wasn’t going to like what he was about
to say, but the blond alpha doggedly continued to form his observation in his
head.
“Please tell me that Freckles told him to fuck off?” Chris asked, eyes
narrowing at the reminder of the insolent man who’d dared to insult both their
friends, and then cap it off by turning his back on the future Beta that they
all loved so dearly, in so many different ways.
Chad expected an explosion for what he was about to say, but he said it
anyways. “He has to go back.”
He wasn’t disappointed. Kane spluttered indignantly, unintelligible in his
disbelief, and Jared simply levelled a dark glare on him, wordlessly demanding
an explanation.
“Ozera is the only solid and somewhat reliable link we have to Jensen’s
ancestry,” Chad reasoned, but his mutinous expression was telling of how much
he hated having to be the voice of logic, when he was saying the things he was
saying. “With him showing Green Eyes the ropes, we at least have some level of
control when it comes to Jensen’s safety. Without him, the stunt with the
nightmares is just the tip of the iceberg of what Jen will try in the name of
keeping us all safe.”
“There’s an element of risk associated with him, but not nearly as high as the
inevitable risk of having Jen-Ster try to develop his abilities alone,” Sophia
surmised, understanding eyes locking on him as the beta spoke for the first
time since Jared had gathered them at Chris’ place.
Chad nodded, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “Precisely.”
“Freckles won’t go for it,” Chris was shaking his head, a pensive look on his
face. He had quietened down dramatically when faced with the case presented by
Chad, and the long-haired alpha now actually looked dismayed, brow furrowed in
consternation over the fact that their future Beta would have done exactly what
Kane initially wished he had done. “He’s crazy protective of all of us, that’s
not even mentioning Jared. No way will he accept help from someone who hates
us.”
Even knowing that the other alpha was right, Chad began to shake his head.
“Then we have to persuade him!” he insisted adamantly, blue eyes portraying his
rare frustration. This entire situation was ten types of fucked up, because
Jensen didn’t deserve this pain, and he shouldn’t have to jump through so many
fucking hoops just because he was trying to keep them – keep his family– safe,
it just wasn’t fair.
Jensen had weathered every storm life had thrown at him, but when was enough,
enough?
The party of four was solemnly quiet, each wolf lost in thought about how to
coerce their friend into doing something so out of character. Jared was
especially broody, dark gaze trained outside the window, and it was focused on
this, that made Chad miss it when another presence entered the room.
“Why not just ask him?”
 
~*Jared*~
 
It had been an emotional rollercoaster of a day.
The Alpha had woken up in a terrific mood, and though his happiness hadn’t
decreased with his visit to his mate, there was a whole new level of stress
added to his countenance with the additional concerns that were brought up by
Jensen’s awful campout in his night terrors. Then came the call from Ozera, and
that might’ve been okay, if not for his annoying second-in-command and his
logical arguments.
Now, Jared was standing in front of his mate’s house again, with night having
already fallen behind him, hoping against hope that simply asking Jensen would
work out as well as they hoped. Granted, it wasn’t his plan, but it sounded a
sight better than what he had been considering, which involved an intricate
plot of secrecy and a lot of anonymous apology gifts that they would eventually
hint at Jensen, came from Ozera.
A lot less complicated, too.
It had come from an unusual source, but Jared couldn’t discount how much sense
it made, nor could he ignore the fact that his Beta would be livid if Jared
deceived him in any way, shape or form. Armed with this reasoning, it had been
quite easy for the young beta to convince him…
 
“Why not just ask him?”
Four heads whipped around to the archway that led into Chris’ living room, all
of them caught off guard by the appearance of a young girl in jeans and a baggy
sweatshirt. She couldn’t have been older than sixteen, with brown hair and eyes
that bore a startling resemblance to…
Oh.
Tessa Bush.
A moment later, the Alpha’s suspicion was confirmed. “Tess, were you
eavesdropping?” Sophia admonished, a frown creasing her forehead. “That’s not
okay!”
“Well, we didn’t exactly keep our voices down,” Chad piped up, but Jared was
more interested in hearing the younger girl elaborate on her thoughts, and he
said so.
Tessa bowed her head at him in a show of respect. “Alpha. I apologize for my
intrusion but I heard Jensen’s name and thought I might finally meet the kind
and wonderful Beta to whom I now owe so much…” the little brunette shook her
head slightly before continuing. “Though I only know him by name, and by what
he’s done for me and my sister, your mate seems like a truly amazing person
with a heart of gold, who would do anything for the people who he loves and
cares about… like offering a family and money to his friend’s little sister
when she thought she was all alone in the world,” the beta shrugged ruefully,
one hand finding her still-flat stomach.
“He is exactly that type of person,” Jared nodded in agreement, a soft smile
finding his face as he thought about his frustrating, amazing and beautiful
future Beta. Jensen was still so blissfully aware of the impact he brought upon
everyone who came into contact with him, because being so wonderful was just
second nature to him. It triggered a reminder in the Alpha, of all the millions
of reasons that he was so in love with that reckless, stubborn human.
Tessa smiled back, walking further into the room and seating herself next to
Chad, obviously a little more comfortable now than she was a few minutes ago.
“Tell him how you feel,” she suggested. “Explain your concerns, and explain
that you don’t want him to get hurt. Ask him to do this for you guys, and your
peace of mind, and I get the feeling that he is the type of person who will
give whatever is in his power to grant the request of someone he loves.”
Jared had to admit that the younger girl made total sense, and gave a pretty
accurate profile of his loving mate. Looking around at his companions, he saw
that Sophia was smiling in exasperation, Chris was nodding slowly, and while
Chad wasn’t reacting, he didn’t look like he was about to protest the assertion
and idea in any way.
Personally the Alpha thought it was their best shot. Manipulating Jensen was
never something he wanted to do – he never wanted to break the green-eyed
artist’s trust in him – and in the spirit of building on the foundation of
their relationship, he thought it would be best to start trusting the future
Beta more; trusting Jensen to listen to reason and try to take better care of
himself.
Chris and Sophia were already voicing their agreement, and though Chad was
silent, Jared decided that the general consensus was to listen to the petite
younger Bush.
“Anyone want to volunteer to ask Jen?”
 
Unsurprisingly, it hadn’t even been a contest, who was going to be having this
conversation with the fiercely independent future Beta. On the one hand, Jared
was reluctant to have another tense conversation with his stubborn mate, but on
the other hand, his Alpha was fiercely resistant to anyone else being privy to
the softer, more vulnerable side to the love of his life.
It was a good call, too, especially when Jensen answered the door in nothing
but a pair of sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips. Toned muscles
accentuated the hard panes of his mate’s chest and back, and corded arms led up
to lightly bulging biceps that made very clear the physical strength that the
Beta rarely showed. The faint scar running along his abdomen did little to
retract attention from the beginnings of a six pack; in fact, it only made Jen
look tougher, sexier, more rugged. Immediately, Jared’s mind clouded with lust,
eyes becoming dark with the thought of anyone else seeing his mate in this
state of undress.
“I looked through the peep-hole first.” Jensen’s amused voice interrupted
Jared’s leering, as though he’d read his thoughts, and the Alpha ripped his
gaze away from the exposed skin in time to see his mate roll his eyes. “I don’t
open the door like this to anyone else, so you can go ahead and tone down the
possessiveness.”
Jared tugged his Beta into his arms, claiming his mouth in a brutal, hungry
kiss that left them both breathless. “Never,” he growled huskily, tightening
his hold on his lover. There was no use in pretending that he would ever let go
of, or lessen his possessiveness over the love of his life, and maybe Jensen
had already accepted as much, because all he did was roll his eyes again and
lean up to press a chaste kiss to the Padalecki heir’s jaw.
“My dad had some work emergency, I managed to convince him to leave by
promising to call a friend over. You count as a friend, right?” Jensen asked,
his grin somehow still managing to look impish even while his eyes were clouded
with exhaustion.
And that right there? That was just another thing that made him love his mate
so much, because he knew of no stronger person; no one else who could manage to
quirk their lips into a smile against the toughest of opponents. Jensen always
kept his fighting spirit, no matter what they were faced with; he never allowed
anything to beat him. It made Jared a better Alpha, he knew… a better man.
Someday, he would find a way to tell his beautiful mate all that.
For now, he simply smiled. “Do I?” he asked back teasingly, leaning down to nip
playfully at the nape of his lover’s neck. Jensen laughed softly, squirming
until he was pressed against Jared in a loose embrace.
“’Course,” he mumbled, looping his arms around Jared’s neck and glancing up to
smile tiredly at the Alpha. “You’re my best friend in the whole world, Jay.”
Playfulness turned easily into tenderness as Jared’s insides warmed with the
statement. He didn’t doubt that – he and Jensen had become each other’s best
friends, over and above being each other’s soul mates – but it was still all
the better to hear the words coming from the green-eyed man’s mouth.
Grinning softly, Jared teased, “Does that make us friends with benefits?”
“Not if you ever want those benefits again, buddy.”
“Duly noted.”
Jared met his mate’s reprehensive look with one of complete innocence and
sincerity, and they both gave in at the same time, identical grins breaking
over their faces as they laughed. The Alpha knew well enough was his Beta was
doing – diffusing the tension from earlier with lighthearted banter and
laughter, to make sure that they could discuss everything more rationally and
calmly this time around – and he loved Jensen all the more for it. It meant
that his mate was willing to talk things through again, willing to compromise
more until they were both happy. It was a sign of how far they’d come, as
individuals and as a couple, and Jared had the most fleeting vision of them
taking over the pack, slipping into their roles like they were well-worn jeans,
side by side and as confident in their skills together, as they were in their
skills apart.
It made for a beautiful picture.
It also gave Jared a boost of confidence in his own agenda. “Love, I want to
talk about Ozera.”
 
~*Jensen*~
 
Jensen had expected a talk. He’d even prepared himself for it, resigning
himself to the admonishment he was going to face from his mate. What he hadn’t
counted on, was that talk being about Micky. Honestly, he thought they’d be
addressing their stalemate from earlier, regarding his admittedly short-sighted
plan of taking sleeping pills.
What was there left to discuss about Mikhail Ozera? Was Jared still worried
that Micky was going to expose the pack, or retaliate against them in some way?
The possibility had crossed his mind ever so briefly – he was, after all,
conditioned to JR’s way of thinking – but the man had obviously known about the
existence of the Padalecki pack for years prior to their meeting. Or rather,
reunion. Nevertheless, there was no reason for the man to only just now break
his years of silence and inaction against the pack. Jensen certainly wasn’t
worth that much.
Figuring Jared simply hadn’t thought of that, the green-eyed artist nodded.
“Sure, Jay. What’s on your mind?”
For the second time in as many minutes, Jensen was shocked by his Alpha’s
response.
“I think you should take him up on the offer to train with him.”
Green eyes blinked owlishly, assessing the Padalecki heir with thinly veiled
suspicion. “Are you drunk?”
“Jen,” Jared whined, and if that wasn’t proof that his Alpha was sober and not
possessed by a supernatural creature, Jensen didn’t know what was. “Be
serious!”
For a brief moment, a grin came over his face, but then the words registered
again in Jensen’s mind and he couldn’t help the bemused frown that took us
residence on his tired features. “What the hell is going on, Jay? Have you
conveniently forgotten the way Micky insulted our family? Or the fact that he
hates you?”
“He insulted the pack, and he hates me,” Jared pointed out bluntly. “None of
that was directed at, or has anything to do with you.”
The words caused an immediate sting, lashing through Jensen like a studded
whip. The green-eyed artist shuttered his expression, taking an automatic step
back. “You’re really going to say that to me? After everything?”
Jared had already started backtracking the moment the words left his mouth, but
the damage was already done, and before he could help it, Jensen was making a
mental note to be careful not to associate himself with the pack again. At
least, not until he was turned.
“That’s not what I meant, baby, you know that.” Jared was shaking his head, the
look of vehemence in his eyes becoming hard to deny. “I just meant that he
loves you, and his fight isn’t with you.”
Jensen crossed his arms over his chest, mouth set in a hard line. “Are you
telling me to turn my back on the people I care about, or are you telling me
that I have no right to defend them because I’m not pack?”
“Neither,” Jared’s voice was placating, the Alpha probably sensing that any
hint of frustration would start them on another fight before either of them
could do anything about it. “This is coming out all wrong, can we just start
again?” A pleading, tired expression was on the Padalecki heir’s face, and that
more than anything served to soften Jensen. All of this was no easier on Jared
than it was on him; maybe even more difficult considering how Jared hated to
feel helpless when it came to Jensen’s well-being. The green-eyed future Beta
had proven time and again, the sheer amount of control he always had, even in
impossible situations, but Jared on the other hand… he was a rookie when it
came to dealing with such issues.
So Jensen dropped his defensive stance; ran a hand through his cropped locks.
“You can’t say shit like that to me,” he finally spoke, his voice slightly
gruff. “You can’t ask me to be part of your family and then just conveniently
decide when I am, and when I’m just another stranger.”
“Never.” The word left Jared’s mouth in something that was half a territorial
growl, and half an agonized denial. Strong arms looped around his unresponsive
body, long fingers brushing against the bare skin he’d yet to cover up. “You
can never be a stranger, sweetheart, I never meant that at all.”
And Jensen knew that, he knew that Jared was in it for the long haul and knew
that his Alpha had waited so long for Jensen to agree to be his Beta that
nothing would stand in the way of that, but even more than he knew these
things? Jensen knew that loyalty meant nothing if you didn’t stand by yourself
and your people. He knew that family meant such loyalty through thick and thin,
and he knew, intrinsically, that the spark Sherry Padalecki had spoken about?
That Beta heart? It meant nothing if Jensen could allow anyone, for any reason,
to disparage his pack.
Resting his forearms against the arms that Jared still hadn’t removed from his
waist, Jensen sighed. “Where is this coming from?” he asked softly, gently. His
tone told Jared what he wasn’t outright saying; that it was okay, and they
weren’t fighting, and Jensen was willing to listen. “Far as I could tell, you
were fine with me blowing him off until now. Proud, even.”
“I was,” Jared admitted, a defeated slump to his shoulders. “I am, still. But
it’s been brought to my attention that Ozera was our best option.”
Jensen pursed his lips, sensing more to what the Alpha was saying. Turning
around, but keeping a firm grip on his boyfriend’s hand, the future Beta led
them to the couch, sitting cross-legged there and facing Jared, an expectant
look on his face. “Start at the beginning, Jay. Full story.”
 
~*Jared*~
 
Jensen was looking at him like a parent would, a guilty child. So, like any
good kid, he tattled for all he was worth.
“It was all Chad’s fault with his logic and that perceptive shit he pulls out
when nobody expects it!”
Jared’s voice was very manly and Alpha-like. Definitely not a petulant whine.
Apparently his mate didn’t get the memo, though, because an amused, indulgent
little smile came over his face. “Of course it was, babe,” he nodded, with that
patient tone he always used when he was humoring Jared. “And I’ll be sure to
have words with him, too. Before I do, though, what was this perceptive shit he
pulled out?”
Pouting at his lover did absolutely nothing to deter him, so Jared huffed
slightly, resigning himself to telling the full story. Perhaps Jensen was
finally starting to feel a little sorry for him, because his mate scooted
closer suddenly, placing his hands in Jared’s upturned palms, where they rested
on his lap. The Alpha smiled slightly, flipping them over and bringing their
intertwined hands closer to himself.
“They were all really worried about you when I told them about your
nightmares,” Jared started softly. A small sigh escaped Jensen at that, and
Jared knew it wasn’t a sound of frustration, or upset, but exasperated
fondness. For all of everything he’d ever done for them, his mate still didn’t
expect such feelings to be reciprocated. Shaking his head slightly, Jared
continued his story. “When I told them about Ozera, Chris was all for kicking
him to the proverbial curb, but Chad mentioned that Ozera was our best shot.
That if you went to him for help, we would all have at least some kind of
control over this whole situation, because the alternative would be you
constantly taking risks like you did yesterday, without any proof that you’ll
be okay afterwards, leave alone whether it would pay off.”
Jensen was nodding slowly, which was a good start, because obviously, his
logical side was making an appearance. “Swallow my pride and hope that Micky
can teach me what I need to know, so that I don’t accidentally overdose myself
or something,” he summarized succinctly. “I can see why Chad fucked everything
up with his perceptive shit.”
“Yeah,” the Alpha snorted. He quickly sobered though, somewhat aided by the
horrific image Jensen had provided him with, of his beautiful mate overdosed on
pills. “I can’t handle the thought of anything happening to you, love,” he
murmured roughly, hazel eyes imploring. “I wish I wasn’t asking you to do this,
but I need you to let me be selfish. I need you to let me, just this once, put
your health and your well-being above the pack.”
It wasn’t even that much; the pack wasn’t being affected by Ozera’s prejudices
in any way, shape or form. Jared loved his Beta’s loyalty and devotion, but he
was terrified that it might be the reason for Jensen inadvertently getting
hurt. In some way, he understood that he would never really understand; he
accepted that there were inherent parts of Jensen – as a person, and as his
future Beta – that would prompt the green-eyed love of his life to do certain
things that Jared might not necessarily agree with. Not agree with, because
like it or not, Alpha or not, his heart and soul pointed due Jensen first and
most of all. There was no part of the Padalecki heir that could stomach the
idea of his amazing mate suffering in the name of loyalty to the pack.
Jensen made a tired little sound, resting his head on Jared’s chest, just above
his heart. “I don’t like the idea of Micky thinking he can get away with
insulting the pack, Jay. I won’t allow him to.”
“I know, love, I know,” the Alpha breathed, relishing in holding his whole
world in his arms. “But I don’t like the idea of you exploring any more avenues
that may or may not end up hurting you.”
Jensen shrugged slightly, in what Jared presumed to be a sign of concession.
They were both quiet for a moment, lost in thought over the impasse they were
at, accepting that each point was valid but unsure of what compromise could
possibly be reached over it.
After long moments, Jared stated quietly. “We’re a team, baby.”
Sensing the change in his voice, in that way that Jensen only ever managed to,
intense green eyes sought his out as the artist slowly straightened up. “I know
we are.”
Nodding absently, Jared fixed his gaze on his lover. “I can’t think clearly
with the threat of you getting hurt, hanging over my head. I’m asking you as
your mate. Please. Call Ozera.”
As if only just now realizing it, Jensen’s expression morphed into a mixture of
love and tenderness as he registered Jared’s fear; his plea, his desperation. A
soft sound escaped from his lips as Jen squeezed his hands softly, his green
eyes thoughtful now, almost calculating. After a long minute of consideration,
Jared was rewarded for his patience with a small smile. The green-eyed artist
strained upwards to press an open-mouthed kiss to the edge of the Alpha’s jaw,
and that was as much confirmation as the words themselves, that came not long
after.
“I’d do anything for you, Jay.”
The force of his relief made him almost dizzy, and definitely more than a
little triumphant. The Alpha broke the easy vibe in the room by surging
forward, claiming his mate’s lips in a dominating, bruising kiss; he licked
into Jensen’s mouth, nipped at that sinfully full bottom lip, swallowed all the
soft sounds and moans his lover made in response. Hands travelled with clear
intent, smoothing the skin over Jensen’s hard torso before flicking at one
dusky nipple.
The sound Jensen made at that, had Jared grinning wolfishly. Pun intended.
There were still things to talk about; still boundaries to set and conditions
to follow, he was sure, but Jared couldn’t care about any of that in the
moment. All that mattered to the Padalecki heir, was the feel of his stunning
lover in his arms, against his lips, pushing along his body. So good, and right
there, and together despite every fucking thing that had tried to push them
apart. So help him, Jared wanted – needed– to just fucking take.
Urging the future Beta down without breaking their kiss, it wasn’t long before
Jared was straddling his beautifully responsive mate, one hand rolling Jensen’s
nipple between his fingers while the other painted possessive bruises along his
hip and waist. For his part, Jensen was mewling helplessly, jerking his hips up
to seek friction while his fingers tangled themselves in Jared’s hair and one
hand raked down his back with just the right amount of pressure.
Groaning at the sensations, Jared relocated his mouth to his mate’s throat.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, baby,” he growled as the future Beta bared
his throat in submission. Drawing the soft flesh between his teeth, Jared
worried the skin until he was sure it would bruise. “Taste so good.”
“Fucking tease,” Jensen grumbled breathlessly, throwing his head back as Jared
ducked his head and blew softly over his mate’s neglected nipple, making it
pebble. Never one to disappoint, Jared smirked inwardly as he flicked his
tongue, just the slightest brush against the sensitive skin, only to blow
softly over it again. His mate actually whinedand the sound was so fucking
gorgeous that Jared had to do it another time. And another.
And another.
“Please, Jay,” Jensen begged mindlessly, his body strung and his hips jerking
off their own accord now. Jared was careful not to lean back far enough that
his lover could rut against him, determined to isolate every single sensation
until Jen was going crazy with it.
For a small measure of reprieve, Jared dipped his head and tugged the nipple
between his teeth, suckling hard and fast as a contrast to his previously
teasing touches. His other hand, through all of this, never stopped working
over Jensen’s other nipple, and the Alpha could only imagine how sensitive his
mate was probably getting.
Jensen’s head hit the armrest with a soft thud as he moaned sexily, arching his
back to all but offer the hard nubs to Jared. Maybe he’d gotten the gist of
Jared’s intent, or maybe he was just distracted, but Jen had stopped jerking
his hips up, so the Alpha rewarded his future Beta by brushing his open palm
over the bulge tenting Jensen’s sweatpants.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please…” Green eyes fell shut as Jen kept up his begging
while still obediently keeping his hips pinned to the couch, heeding Jared’s
unspoken orders as though he could read them from the Alpha’s mind. It was hot
as fuck and if he wasn’t so busy devouring his mate’s tender nipples, Jared
might’ve praised the future Beta. As it were, he simply continued to alternate
between suckling, licking, biting and flicking.
After a few more minutes of torturous teasing, he lifted his head, admiring his
work before sending his mate a smirk. “What do you want, baby?”
“You.” The reply was immediate, breathy. Green eyes looked down at him, blown
almost black with desire and need. “I want you, Jay.”
“Mmm…” Jared hummed as he trailed open mouthed kisses down Jensen’s lean
abdomen, stopping to swirl his tongue in and out of his mate’s belly button, to
the beautiful sound of Jensen’s gasps. “I think that can be arranged.”
He’d intended, just a few minutes ago, to only get Jensen off; give his mate an
explosive orgasm that would leave him pliant and satisfied, and hopefully then
his beautiful Beta could try to get some sleep.
That plan went out of the window after Jensen’s first plea.
Jared was hard as nails, consumed by the thought of taking his mate, owning
him, claiming him. Nothing mattered as much as being connected in the most
intimate way imaginable, to the person that he loved more than life itself.
Yanking off the already-falling sweatpants, Jared groaned filthily when only
bare skin was revealed. “Commando?” His voice was rough and gravelly and he was
practically blinded with lust at how undeniably sexy that was.
“Planned to beg you to fuck me even before we started talking,” Jensen shot
back cheekily, and Jared almost lost any semblance of control. He clenched his
jaw, lowering his head and resting his forehead against Jensen’s stomach for a
second, in an attempt not to snap and bite Jensen then and there, claim him
forever. A calloused hand fell over his mop of hair, Jensen running his fingers
through the strands as if to help Jared come back into himself.
As soon as he did, he was kissing his way downwards again, one hand fumbling
with the zipper of his own jeans as he did. Jared swiped his tongue across the
head of Jensen’s cock when he reached it, done with the teasing now, groaning
as the bitter taste of pre-come burst across his senses. All but ripping off
his pants and boxers, the Alpha didn’t waste a moment before grinding down,
slow and deliberate and dirty, their moans amalgamating into a carnal cacophony
of sounds. Jared kept rutting against his mate, just the right side of rough,
as he offered his fingers to Jensen, swearing under his breath when his lover
submissively took both digits into his mouth, suckling them dirtily, getting
Jared slick enough to finger him. As soon as he could, Jared retracted his hand
and his fingers reached down, finding Jensen’s tight hole.
Rubbing over the puckered skin, Jared waited until Jensen was babbling
mindlessly, practically incoherent with want, before plunging his middle finger
in to the knuckle. His mate almost came off the couch, a hoarse scream caught
in his throat as Jared began to move his finger, switching randomly between
fucking the digit in and out of Jensen’s hole, and making circles inside him,
pressing against the walls that were holding his finger in a vice.
“More, Jay, please, fuck…” Jensen whimpered, hips snapping as he suddenly shot
his load, and if that wasn’t fucking hot – that Jensen could get off with
nothing but a little nipple play and one finger – then Jared didn’t know what
was.
The Alpha worked his finger in and out of Jensen’s hole, fucking him with
shallow little thrusts until he got hard again. For his part, Jensen was
moaning without inhibition, chasing Jared’s finger and making the prettiest
noises in the back of his throat every time Jared pulled back without pushing
in all the way. When the green-eyed artist was fully hard again, the Padalecki
heir started finger-fucking him roughly, working a second digit in as he did.
As he began to scissor his fingers, he leaned down, mouthing at Jensen’s ear
before speaking. “So fucking hot, baby, taking it practically dry… so fucking
needy, aren’t you, Jen? You needy for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Jesus fuck, need it… need you…” Jensen was almost sobbing at this point
and Jared knew he was at his peak with the teasing. Right now wasn’t about
drawing it out; it was about reassurance, and giving Jensen the chance to lose
control. It was about grounding him to reality, so that he could forget all
about those fucking nightmares. Feel what was real to him.
Removing his fingers, Jared peppered tender kisses over Jensen’s face as he
whined at the loss. “It’s okay, sweetheart, shh, I’ve got you,” he cooed,
butting his nose against his Beta’s temple. “I’m here, I’m gonna take care of
you.”
Through his litany of reassurances, Jared aligned his cock with Jensen’s
slightly puff hole, not wasting any more time and easing himself in. He went as
fast as he dared, Jensen relaxing easily for him, and after a few breaths and
some choice words gasped out between them, he was balls-deep in his mate.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he growled, rocking his hips in small motions as he
sought out Jensen’s prostate. “Taking it so good, though, opening so easy for
me.”
Jensen moaned as he curled his legs around Jared’s waist. “Deeper, Jay, faster…
fuck, more, please…”
Obliging his mate’s sexy begging, Jared began to fuck him in earnest, pulling
almost completely out before slamming back in, to the hilt. On one particular
thrust, his mate all but screamed, arching wildly underneath him, and Jared’s
eyes flashed with dark desire at having found Jensen’s sweet spot. He angled
his thrusts specifically towards the bundle of nerves, relishing in the choked
off cries that was punched out of Jensen’s mouth after every thrust.
“Right there, fuck Jay, please, don’t stop…”
“Yeah, Jen, that’s it, baby, so good for me, so good…”
With the level of intensity between them, it was no wonder that Jensen seemed
to be reaching his height after only a dozen or two thrusts. Just before he
could come, Jared leaned down and captured his lips in a filthy kiss,
swallowing the broken cry that preceded Jensen’s orgasm. He kissed his mate
through it, smothering each sound with his mouth. He kept fucking Jensen,
chasing his own release, growling unintelligibly when his knot grew and his
lover began to whimper with overstimulation. With Jensen’s hole practically
milking his cock, Jared came after a few more thrusts, muffling his own shout
by sinking his teeth into Jensen’s pec, not hard enough to draw blood, but
definitely hard enough to mark.
They stayed like that for a moment, exchanging sloppy kisses while Jared rocked
mindlessly, pushing the bounds of Jensen’s threshold as his knot kept rubbing
the future Beta’s prostate.
“Too much,” came the eventual whine, Jensen hiding his face in Jared’s neck.
“S’too much.”
The Alpha kissed down Jensen’s neck, unheeding of the words as he kept
grinding. “One more, baby, give me one more,” he growled commandingly, reaching
a hand down to rub the skin where they were joined. His nail caught on the rim
of Jensen’s hole and he groaned at the weak cry it elicited. “You can do it,
sweetheart, come on.”
He kept up his encouragement, smirking when Jensen got hard again, big green
eyes shiny with tears that Jared instinctively knew wasn’t from pain, but from
the overload of sensation. His mate was lifting his hips, now, to drive Jared
further inside himself, desperate as he chased another orgasm.
Whether it was his rough voice, or his unrelenting rocking, or a combination of
the two, Jared wasn’t sure, but whatever it was managed to pull another, albeit
less messy release from the future Beta. For a solid few minutes, both males
panted heavily, trying to catch their breath even as they pressed little kisses
to whatever skin they could reach.
Finally, Jared shifted to spoon Jensen, their usual position for sleep, and
when they were knotted together. His hand moved automatically, grabbing his
shirt and not caring as he used it to clean Jensen off. The future Beta
remained quiet and docile in his arms, obviously exhausted and wrung out but
still fighting sleep.
Jared spared a moment to make a fervent wish that Eric Kripke hadn’t forgotten
anything for his business trip, before curling himself around his mate. His
arms were tight around Jensen’s waist and Jared’s shoulders were tucked around
his, pulling him deep into the Alpha’s chest, as though Jared were afraid that
someone was going to take his Beta away from him in his sleep.
The Padalecki heir pressed a lingering kiss to the sensitive spot behind
Jensen’s ear.
“Sleep, love,” he breathed, his voice steady and soothing. “I’ve got you. I’m
not going to let anything hurt you.” Jared removed his arm for a single second,
to grab the blanket that his mate had obviously been using before. He quickly
covered them up before snaking his arm back around his lover’s waist, locking
it there with his other arm.
Jensen smiled faintly. “Gonna sing me a lullaby, too, Jay?”
The Alpha thought about snarking back a reply to that, but he knew that wasn’t
what Jensen needed. So instead, he stayed quiet for a few moments, before
suddenly beginning to speak.
“Shut your eyes, love, and shut ‘em good and tight
I promise that everything will turn out alright.
The dark isn’t so scary with the morning light
And I’ll be right beside you, all through the night.”
Jensen had stayed perfectly still as he spoke. Jared didn’t try to sing,
knowing that he couldn’t, but poetry? That was something he could do, and if
Jensen needed him to make up a poem that sounded like a lullaby? Then that was
what he was going to fucking do.
“Is there more?” Jensen breathed, all excited and happy, like he couldn’t
believe Jared was doing this for him. The Alpha smiled at that, kissing the
nape of his mate’s neck and wondering when Jen was going to realize there was
nothing Jared wouldn’t do for him.
He licked his lips absently. “Do you want there to be?”
His mate nodded without hesitation and Jared laughed lightly, warmth spreading
over his chest. He took a few moments to formulate another verse in his head,
before speaking again, his voice low and smooth as whiskey.
“Unburden yourself from the pain of the past
Most disappointments, I assure you, fade fast
No use in dwelling on the things that don’t last
No use in fighting those eyes at half-mast.
So shut your eyes, love, and shut ‘em good and tight.
I promise that everything will turn out alright.”
Jensen’s breathing began to slow, and by the time he said the last line, it had
evened out entirely. It made Jared beam, almost, the realization that his
poetry and his presence was enough to soothe his mate’s fears, and although he
knew they were in for a tough time ahead, he was completely willing to come up
with a hundred different lullabies if it meant Jensen felt safe and happy, and
got some rest.
As the Alpha began to drift off, he began to think of other poem-lullabies he
could write. It wasn’t something he usually wrote on, but for his beautiful
Beta?
Jared would do anything, too.
 
~*Jensen*~
 
“Remember, Jay, he says one word about the pack, and I’m out.”
His warning was met with a dismissive hand and an indulgent smile, and Jensen
scowled at his Alpha for not taking this as seriously as he was meant to be
taking it. They’d had a deal after all…
 
The smallest gasp of surprise left his lips as green eyes flew open.
“Another nightmare?” Jared’s pained voice was right next to his ear, and Jensen
shuddered a breath with the force of his emotions.
“No,” he whispered, amazed. “I slept fine.”
After the horrific things he’d seen, not to mention the sleepless night prior,
Jensen hadn’t expected to sleep at all, and even after that marathon of fucking
Jared had put him through, the future Beta was sure that a few minutes was all
he was going to get. An hour, tops. He’d been trying to sleep the whole day, he
knew the kinds of images his brain conjured as soon as he dropped his guard.
Except. Here he was, apparently well-rested.
Jared kissed the side of his neck. “I’m glad, baby. I mean, you only had about
five hours, maybe six, but baby steps, right?”
“Jay…” Jensen shook his head, turning to face his Alpha and ignoring the throb
in his ass that made itself known as he did so. “It’s been at least a month
since I slept that long, uninterrupted. I feel… great!” The green-eyed artist
laughed breathlessly, almost emotional at how much of a difference sleep had
made for him. He slammed his lips on to Jared’s, kissing him hard. “Thank you
for staying, Jay. You’re just… you’re fucking amazing, babe.”
There was no reasonable explanation, but to say that the presence of his Alpha
was enough to soothe his subconscious; enough to make him feel so safe, that
his brain didn’t attempt to keep him awake and on guard. The Padalecki heir
had, in every sense of the way, kept his nightmares at bay.
Jared beamed at him, hazel eyes bright. “Really? Huh! Well, then that’s great,
Jen! I’m a little worried that you’re so happy with that little sleep, but it’s
still amazing to see that sparkle back in your eyes.”
Grinning at the sappiness of his Alpha, Jensen leaned his head forward to rest
over Jared’s heart. Hearing his boyfriend’s heartbeat was something he loved to
do, something he cherished ever since the incident at the warehouse when Jared
had nearly died.
No matter what his Shaman abilities put him through, it would never cancel out
the fact that those same abilities had saved the love of his life.
Speaking of which…
“I’ll phone Ozera after breakfast.”
Jared pulled back enough to look him in the eye, soft gratitude visible on
those perfect features. “Thank you, baby. I love you so much.”
“Love you too, you big puppy,” Jensen rolled his eyes playfully, laughing as
Jared nipped his jaw with a mock growl. It had been a long time since he’d
woken up feeling so light and energized; he had a whole new appreciation for
sleep and he was never going to doubt its magical properties again.
The mated couple messed around for a few minutes, play-fighting, relishing in
the simple act of being together and pretending for a few moments that not
everything was as complicated as they both well knew it was.
When eventually they settled back down, it was Jensen who brought up the
subject of Ozera. “I have conditions for doing this, babe.”
“Wouldn’t dare expect otherwise, love,” the Alpha replied cheerfully, grinning
down at him. “Name ‘em.”
Jensen smiled in amusement, sparing a moment to feel complete and utter
fondness for his lover, before returning to the situation at hand. “First, you
can’t object to whatever he puts me through. It’s his call to make, he’s done
this before, and no matter what, I will see this through to its conclusion.
Agreed?”
Jared looked dubious, but after a moment, he nodded his head unhappily.
“Also, I want you there with me.” At Jared’s narrow-eyed look of suspicion, he
was quick to add, “Not for my protection. For his. If he says a word about the
pack, I’m not sure that I won’t kick his ass.”
At that, Jared grinned wickedly. Needless to say, that condition was far better
received.
 
Micky had been more than receptive when he’d called; something that surprised
the future Beta, given that he’d all but iced the older man in his previous
call. Maybe the guilt had weighed in on him, or maybe he actually cared about
Jensen’s well-being, but whatever his motivation, the man had agreed to both
conditions, and even promised to be civil with Jared if he had to.
Ozera had told him to come anytime, so of course Jensen wanted to go
immediately; unsurprisingly, Jared agreed. Obviously his Alpha was pretty eager
to get rid of the awful visons and nightmares; wanted them gone as much as
Jensen himself did. Unfortunately for them, though, they had school – which
really seemed so banal and insignificant after the things they’d seen and been
through – so instead, they’d endured the entire week of classes. Jensen
couldn’t even concentrate on his art portfolio for how distracted he’d been,
and Jared had taken his fair share of tackles because his mind wasn’t on his
practices, but finally, it was Friday, and straight after their last class,
they’d pointed the Impala towards Mikhail Ozera’s place.
They were about ten minutes out, now, and Jensen hadn’t realized he was tense
until Jared suddenly took his hand.
“Relax, baby,” he murmured soothingly, without taking his eyes off the road.
“It’s going to be fine, and I’ll be there the whole time.”
Jensen let out a shaky exhale. “You promise?”
“I swear it.”
The future Beta nodded slowly, taking deep breaths to calm himself. This was
what he’d wanted at the beginning, wasn’t it? It was now or never.
“Let’s do this.”
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Chapter End Notes
     Once again, thank you all so much for reading!
     Jared's poem is an excerpt from one I wrote myself, so I hope y'all
     enjoyed that as well!! Was quite nervous about this chapter, so I
     really hope I didn't disappoint!
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