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Tittle: I don’t want your happy ending.

Author: Kali

Kinks: J2, dub/non con, forced mating, angst, social humiliation, character’s death (not main) redemption, happy ending (there will be more but not for now)

Part four HERE
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Alaina was up early the next day, the packet she asked for Jared; an account with a decent allowance of few thousands a month would do -unless the little bitch were there for more, in which case she’ll deal with him personally- was arranged, a car, security detail, and a etiquette crash course, because everyone noticed the boy couldn’t even use cutlery properly.

She also arranged a shopping spree in private stores and few boutiques around the city for that afternoon if Jensen gets up, of course. With a specific stop at a hair stylist, the boy’s hair made Alan mumble under his breath since he saw the video screen caps.

But Cliff informed her Jared had left before dawn. “You didn’t stop him?”

Cliff looked at her frowning. “Ms. Huffman.”

“Mrs.Ackles!!” she corrected.

“Ms Huffman!” repeated the guard stubborn. “My job is and will always be to protect those who carry the name of Ackles, from the Time Mrs. Kali Ackles was here.” Alaina gritted her teeth. “That kid? He’s better off without any of this.”

“First.” She smiled; a gesture so terrifying one of the maids turned on her heels and disappeared. “You shall not mention Kali Rekha Sharma in this house…” her face might have frightened anyone but not Cliff, after all he came into the house with the first Mrs. Richard Gabriel Ackles, not this home wrecker. “Second…” she kept going as nothing happened before. “We concur, trust me, that kid is not Ackles at all, but…” and she turned around marching towards Jensen’s room. “Last time I checked I AM an Ackles and you are supposed to obey me, not question me or giving your opinion!!” she practically kicked the door down. “Jensen! Get the fuck up now!!”

A disheveled mop of dark blond hair appeared from under his comforter. “Get the hell out of here woman… go find someone else to piss off.”

She let out a shrilling scream. “Where the fuck is your mate?” Jensen groaned, hiding under the covers to hide also his surprise and fear, did Jared left forever? Did the little bit of his family really scared his mate away? “I’ll cut your balls off Jensen if you did as much as hurt him!”

Jensen laughed so hard he lost track of time, sadly he could actually picture her cutting his balls off; not even that image could stop him he just kept laughing and laughing.

Part of the manic laughter that assaulted him had to do with the fear of being left alone, yeah he has a family who tend to control his life, but they have the obligation to put up with him, just as much as he puts up with them and their idiocy, his friends wanted him because he was reckless and immature, and one of them.

Jared was his mate, according to his mom, a mate was someone he chose to be with, and that chose him aswell, yet here he was; a mate so inappropriate that they couldn’t even be left alone, a mate who didn’t even let him touch him, a mate so out of place he rather run away in the middle of the night than stay in the same house Jensen was. How could he not laugh at that?

Alaina was standing in his room at dawn threatening him with violence if he did as much as hurt him. what else could he do? He already ruined the boy’s life, aswell as his own, how was that not enough to laugh?

“I’m serious Jensen!” she shouted making the windows shake. “Why can’t you take this serious?” she turned around and went back to the adjacent room. “The video of the front door shows him leaving with a bag and if anything expensive is missing I swear to God I’ll replace it with your mother stuff.”

Finally Jensen was serious. “I don’t care what Richard says, you touch anything from mom or Hannah and I’ll punch you in the face.” Alaina stopped on her way to the door, Jensen’s voice was determined and serious; a note of steel on it that almost never was there.

“That’s the Jensen I bet your mother would be proud of…” she let out with a honest smile, calmly she moved to the door. “Get up and find him!!”

Jared was nowhere to be found, unless you could lay down on the street and peek through one specific floor level window to the Meg’s bakery’s basement where the ovens were, at the moment; he was helping the two girls that owned the place with batch after batch of glorious smelling products, one of the girls was a tiny brunette, Rachel, and the other a tiny short haired blonde, Nicky.

Rachel had a bunch of cupcakes in front of her and was decorating, it was a bad day and she wasn’t feeling good, and Nicky angry as hell was punching dough on the table as if the poor thing had caused her friend, her sister, her other half to be sick.

“Sweetie…” Rachel asked from her little bench calling Jared’s attention. Jared was at the time pulling out a batch of golden looking French baguettes.
“Jay?” but the boy was still pulling and pushing slates of hot metal.

“Hey Hodor!” shouted Nicky while slapping the dough one last time against the table. “Your boss is talking to you!” Jared startled ran to help the brunette with her pastries before giving her more of the already cool ones that needed decoration.

They asked him what was happening, he had no strength to tell the truth, he was just scared to tell them he won’t be working with them anymore, it was a small bakery, so small they only had them three, and Jared started working when Rachel’s condition prevented her from carrying weights. A blessing for all of them who became fast friends

It was already morning when they made their way to the first floor and fill shelves and displayers, and then Nicky helped Rachel into a stool behind the register..

Finally Nicky tied her and Rachel’s aprons and opened the door, as usually on the last week a guy dressed in a black tracksuit entered, he was sweating and out of breath, but none of them cared, he smiled and waved. “Tito!” Nicky smiled brightly. “My favorite costumer!”

“Hey there lovely lady.” He said a half smile on his face. “Where’s my girl?”
Rachel used as much of her strength to pull herself up from behind the register. “Here!” she chirped waving at him with a smile on her face and Tito smiled brightly in return.

Nicky was looking at Jared, they knew that during his last heat Jared had to stay with Tito, because they sent him scones and croissants, but neither of the girls had an idea of what really happened. “I’m so glad you’re friends now…” she whispered on her way to the plates to put the quinoa crisps Tito always had for breakfast.

Tito asked Jared to come for a minute and talk to him making both girls look up. “How was it brother?” he said once they were outside pulling the shades down with the screw like things at the corners.

Jared smiled a bit at the name. “Fine, they gave me my own room, and asked me to give up my jobs… I’m…” he looked at the girls.

“Did the guy…” he asked voice low and angry.

Jared felt a lump on his throat. “No, he didn’t even touch me… I just don’t know what they want.”

Tito was biting his lips. “Look, I know what I’m about to say sounds like real douchery, yeah? But maybe this is a blessing in disguise, what if they give you money enough to go back to school? Get on your feet, or to finally be a partner here… you know you can really make a living with this place…” and looking at his feet a little ashamed of his own words. “Honor… honors and all that heals better when you’re well fed and have a roof over your head.”

Jared bit his lips, he had thought about the same thing, “Misha… the first guy that came? He told me something like that…”

“If you don’t want to go, Jay, say the word. I already have one of my cousins in Hoboken, it’ll take one phone call.” getting really serious he added. “I know they’re important but I know people too…”

Jared wanted to say it; he wanted to say he’ll leave, but… “Maybe you’re right, he ruined me, right? What’s wrong in taking something from them? I can play their game; I can be one of them.”

Tito stared at him for a couple minutes as if seeing someone else. “Can you do it?”

Jared squared is shoulders. “I bet I can do it, what else can he take away from me? right? At least I’ll get something out of this too, even if it’s only his stupid money.” Tito looked inside the shop where Nicky was balancing plates and mugs and setting them on the one boot at the window, still too early for other costumers. “For once I could have something; for once I could be the one helping.” He finished with the tarp cover on the front windows.

“You’ll have to be convincing…”

“I can be convincing, if I want to…” Tito bit his lips, his eyes showing concern and something else.

“They told you to leave your jobs… what about the girls?”

“Guys!!” Shouted a raspy voice, Rachel did her best. “Get in! Coffee is ready!”

“Thank you…” Jared let out turning at her as Tito waved at the girl. “I can’t leave them just like that…” he let out a breath, “but I might have to, for a little while… until they’re convinced, until I get some money and freedom…”

“Like… it feels like we were talking about…”

“Don’t say it…” he said through closed lips, prostitute, his brain repeated. But you can’t be called prostitute if the client doesn’t know he’s gonna pay, can you?

As they started walking into the store Tito spoke once more trying to make things less heavy. “What about the bar? And the dogs? I refuse to walk more dogs…” he frowned distraught; one might believe Jared asked him to slay a dragon.

“Dogs?” Rachel perked up, her eyes were bright. “Who has a dog?”

In the end, by 8 am when Jared and the others sat for breakfast it was fixed, the bar was a no go, no way he’d go back there, and since Rachel left Meg’s around three in the afternoon she could deal with the dogs if the owners were okay with it; Tito offered to help if she got sick.

Things were falling in place; Nicky will have a time on her own, and Rachel will do something else than helping at the bakery and feel sorry for herself.

It was time to go home… and he had no idea where it was, or how he was supposed to get his plan working, maybe being more available for Alaina, agreeing to more things, letting Jensen touch him… his skin crawled at that, but it was the means to an end nothing more.

If Jensen ever wanted to touch him anyway.

Jensen scratched his head as he took his phone from the night stand, yawning and still not totally awake he faced the screen after the ping of a message sounded. It was a picture from a yellow press site, Jared on a sidewalk outside of a bakery talking to the short guy he was with when they found him, followed by three emojis: an angry face, a small knife and a dead yellow face. *told you to find him!!* was the message.

He rolled his eyes as he searched for Meg’s bakery shop, the drive was short. Thanks God.

But there was nothing to thank once arriving there, across the street of the tiny shop at least a dozen cars were parked, a small hive of paps were taking posts and the second Jensen parked his car and climbed down the lights of the shouts made it look like the Oscars red carpet.

The chime of the bell atop the door made four pairs of eyes to turn toward Jensen. “Good morning.” He said after a second when he was startled.

Jared got up from the chair next to Nicky and flew to catch with him halfway. “Hi! I-I… I work here, and… I know Alaina said I have to…” he closed his mouth with a sound and turned to see his friends. “They need me here…” he whispered.

Jensen was serious but he just raised his eyebrows and let out a quiet okay.

Rachel moved as fast as she could while Nicky and Tito were watching over Jared like hawks, in second she came back with another mug. “Jay, bring your friend! There’s still coffee if he wants some.”

Jared looked into Jensen’s eyes; it was obvious Jensen wasn’t comfortable here, looking around as if the place was too small, as if someone could see him from outside, as if his good name would be ruined for being here, but Jared had a plan and he after all, was mated. “Sorry…” Jared let out.

“I’m not only a friend…” Jensen said smiling and facing the group behind Jared. “We’re…”

Jared held his arm. “Let’s not tag this one yet, okay?”

Nicky gave them a look of surprise and Rachel let out giggle. “This is Jensen, you’re gonna see us together for now…” the small gasp out of Jensen made him turn and bite his lips.

“For Now?”

“Sit down you two…” Tito asked doing his best to rein his temper; he wasn’t really a fan of Jensen Ackles.

“Hi!” Rachel offered a hand. “I’m Rachel, welcome to Meg’s bakery shop…”

“Jensen Ackles…” he let out as he held her hand and Nicky gasped.

“You mean Ackles, as in Mayor Ackles?”

Jensen was ready for that, years after years of that. “Yes, but there’s only one Dick in the family.” The table exploded in laughter as Nicky set a mug of black coffee in front of him and a croissant asking him to have it while it was still warm.

“Sorry…” Jensen said while dusting crumbs from his perfectly styled stubble. “I didn’t hear your name.”

Nicky gapped for a second under the gaze of those green eyes. “I’m Nicky… Aycox”

The smile he gave her had Rachel gasping and Jared felt his heart skipping a beat, he remembers that same smoldering look, he gave him that same look a couple times at the bar, and where it took him?

“Can I get some of those croissants to take home? I’m sure my niece is going to love them.”

Nicky got up fast. “Sure, you should take some of the sugar cookies too; those were made by Jared…”

Jensen faced his mate. “You bake?” but Jared only stuttered in response. “Give me a dozen then.”

During the entire hour they were sitting there only six people came into the shop and two of them to take pictures with Jensen.

They left the store and Jensen opened the door for Jared, once he was sitting he offered the small pack of pastries before going around, waving at the screaming paps and getting in the driver’s seat.

Let’s say that the sales of the store doubled from that day on, it was the new trendy place, because apparently the new couple loved the place. But with more costumers news about Jared came too.

Part 6 HERE
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