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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 twenty one is HERE

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There’s a saying I love. “Sadness can wear many faces and a broken heart can wear a smile.”

Jensen was always busy and the many faces he carried were all over the city now with his advertisement and campaign. Smiles and seriousness, a placid calm expression that could’ve win him a chair in parliament.

Jared helped at the bakery because family always forgives; they said, and one look at his kicked puppy face had the girls around him clucking like hens and wrapping him in soft blankets with hot cocoa. Every now and then someone would come to him and say something like “Hey did someone ever told you you look like that guy who dumped Mayor Dick’s younger Brother?” and Jared invented a lie, something different every time. “I heard he killed himself”, “I think he moved to Alaska”, “didn’t he mated one of his friends?”, “try one of our doughnuts, those still have his recipe.”

Elections came and went, and with the only exception of someone releasing a flash news about they were no longer living together.

Jensen handled it far better than expected, a short statement with a serious an almost honest brokenhearted expression. “We did everything in our hands to do the right thing… we became a family and I wish nothing but the best to him, but our bond. The mating bond was never there. Apparently our mating even if it had witnesses wasn’t recognized by our own nature, it was only Heat Mating.” Even if not actually recognized, sometimes, an omega in heat partially mates to an alpha during their heat, but the bond disappears after a while, is not recognized but is not sanctioned either because most of the time an Heat mating couple end up mating for real

It might not be the truth; but the serious almost pained face of Jensen every time he said Jared’s name made things better. “We’re deeply wounded by this discovery, and we’re still trying to figure out how we’re going to proceed from here, we appreciate your love and support but right now we want you to respect our privacy.” He said before having to clean the tears from his face.

Richard’s re election was out of the question since the heartfelt message from his brother about having his heart broken by an omega who in the eye of the public was nothing more than a gold digger came around on Armstrong who used a close friend to send the heads up to the papers.

Jensen furious sent a letter to the newspaper. “My mate is not to blame for any of this, if anyone has fault on this is me, for not waiting to find my true mate.” Of course he was to blame; Jared never asked to be mated against his will.

Jared wasn’t even aware of most of this since he ever checked news or papers.

With time even his name was forgotten, Jared Ackles became a weird meme forgotten in the deep ocean of tumblr. Jared Padalecki the one nobody really knew of cared about was still an unknown guy that didn’t have a huge car and almost couldn’t make ends meet.

When a year has completed Misha appeared at the bakery in lawyer mode. Too many phone calls unanswered. “I can’t keep waiting Jared, we have to talk.”

Jared smiled. “There’s nothing to talk, I don’t want to talk, and I don’t want anything from them.”

“Not them, HIM.” The pain was there. “I have something that you cannot reject.” He offered a bank certificate. “It’s not linked in any way to them, especially not to him, you won’t have to talk to them or us, or anyone…”

Jared shrugged. “I just don’t want to.” The very mention of them the very presence of someone from that house made him ache inside.

Misha sigh of frustration made him laugh. “Is a trust fund Jared, a trust fund that only can be used in ONE thing: education.” Misha let out a sigh at his stubbornness. “Anywhere, Jared, you could go anywhere you want.” Misha was still trying to be on his side even if Jared didn’t even let him close again. “I need one sign Jared, ne sign and you’ll be able to go anywhere, anywhere where the face of …” he never used his name, “it won’t hurt you anymore.”

Jared looked away the pain was getting worst and worst. He remembered last Christmas when Kathryn entered the bakery followed by a Juliette wrapped in a fluffy coat and pink mitts. “Sugar cookies!” she shouted and Jared felt like crying. The memory of their adventure, it and coconut sunscreen when Jensen had bought him vanilla ice cream and offered after he finished his own part of his chocolate one, made him feel the sway of a hammock and a hand on his neck, it smelled like hay from the stable and the delicious ozone and leather mix that filled him with sorrow.

He still was wearing the present she brought for him - a watch he had no idea Jensen picked up for him- and that was enought, it still made him close to tears.

“Is it true you didn’t come back because you and daddy don’t love each other anymore??”

“Who told you?” he needed a distraction to hide his tears.

Juliette kept picking out blue sprinkles. “It was on the news…” Jared let out a *aww sweetie* and hugged her. “It’s okay I’m not gonna cry… it’s just…I wanted you to stay with us. Because it seems like we can’t keep a mommy.” She kept talking making Jared feel worst and worst. “Daddy doesn’t have a mom, uncle Dick doesn’t have a mom, grandpa told me his mom died, Kathy told me her mom died too, and my mom doesn’t like me, and now you’re leaving… you’re not my mom, but I like you… and if you’re with my daddy that makes you sorta a mommy, and I just want to know why we can’t keep a mom around.”

When the tears finally fell down from his eyes she was there kissing them away. “Don’t cry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” She cried too, when finally they were calmed. “Just promise me I can come and see you…”

“Of course you can come.”

Juliette snuffled. “Even if you don’t love us anymore?”

Jared held her close sobbing like an idiot. “I will never stop loving you, okay? I might not be with your daddy but that’s between him and me, you and me? we’re still family okay?” he cleaned her face after a while and once they were giggling at each other Jared took her to the shop for a giant cup of hot chocolate and cookies, Kat hugged Jared and repeated she missed him.

And a tradition was born, every week on Thursday, Alona or Cliff brought her to Meg’s to have sugar cookies and a smoothie with Jared, talk about school or helping him do anything or to play or anything, and then they had facetime at night three times a week before bed. He couldn’t just leave her life, even if he never saw Jensen.

“Jared, you have to sign here…”

But Jared refused. “Juliette needs me here.” His mind kept feeding this image of Jensen Alaina and Richard sitting in a dark room plotting, trying to find ways to ruin his life, robbing him from the small piece of joy he had.

Misha was only thinking about the young omega. “I know it hurts Jared, there will be more pictures, and TV adds and a lot of him in papers, are you sure you can deal with it?”

Jared nodded smiling, but he wanted to say no.

Jensen was now the best thing after Alaina that ever happened to his brother or the family’s company. But there was a darker side, at night he used to go out, to drink and spend time in dubious public O’s clubs. Places far seedier than The Cage. He was back with the same nasty crowd, Tom, Justin the stoner, and Mike

He was every day in time to say good bye to Juliette before school; yes, but more often than not you could found him nursing a hangover at the office.

The first add for the To Live with Dignity came out. It was Rachel, looking as tired and rough as the bad days made her.

“I’m Rachel, I’m omega. At 14 I was checked after presenting and told I was unfit to mate. They told me I would get sick at one point, nobody ever kept searching what was wrong with me, OHC didn’t cover any non reproductive related illness.

I went all my life knowing I was a time bomb.” Picture after picture showed her and how she started deteriorating around the time she turned 20. “Since I am not fit to reproduce, I cannot request help at any OHC center, even if I were raped, abused or homeless.” A picture showed her on her last run to ER; Jared’s hand was one hers, the watch Jensen bought for him made him watch even if it hurt. “I live in pain, and I won’t get better.” One of the last pictures was one taken at Alan’s birthday showing a Rachel smiling and glowing with joy. “I’m more than just my reproductive system. I deserve to live with dignity too.”

There was the story of Gordon an omega who was kicked out by his abusive mate and spent six weeks on the streets until someone offered him a job for far less than the minimal wage. “More than 50% of unmated omegas are paid less than what they deserve, leaving them at risk or violence. And even if you don’t have enough to live, you have money so no OHC center let you in. We have rights I deserve to live with dignity”

There was Anna, mentally ill after her mate killed herself next to her and left her with PTSD and withering. “No one should be forced to live or die at someone else’s will, I deserve to live, I deserve to have a life, and I deserve some dignity too.”

There was Joopi, who was bought as a mate when he was ten and showed the slightest signs of being omega. Who never found anyone to help him escape his abusive older alpha, when he found his real mate at age 18. “Nobody should be sold like cattle just because being omega means not having a voice. No OHC center would help mated pairs even if the mating happened before presenting. There are millions like me, and we deserve to live with dignity.”

There was Carol, raped by six alphas on her way home from work, and shunned by her mate because of the attack. “I was blamed, my alpha said it was my fault for being out of the house, I ended up on the streets and because I had an alpha no OHC center let me in, law did nothing because my heat was coming, I deserve justice, I deserve to be safe, I deserve support, and I deserve not to be blamed for what was done to me, I deserve to live with dignity.”

And six more were coming, Jensen watched them as the first of the resources were directed to modify the OHC offices in every Mediline hospital; the first in many, Jensen’s face was part of the campaign as the friendly face and talking about his mother and her sister and how the response of the fire department had been slower because it was an omega who called.

But the emptiness was there, it was always there. Especially today from all days when press was expected to attend the kick start of the new program.

Paparazzi asked Jensen where Jared was. “Fuck off…” he answered, the pain of the name was as bad as the first day.

The campaign gained memento as the OHC centers at any Mediline hospital and clinic were swarmed with omegas, as well as regular patients who liked the improvements made by the company.

It took only few months and things were rolling, other companies trying to adequate to compete with them.

One night Jensen got to the house to find Kathryn, she had a giant smile on her face after not seeing her uncle for months. “Ju misses him…” she said blunt after only one hug. “What do you know about him?”

Jensen snapped at her. “Don’t you say his name!”

Kat gasped and frowned hurt. “Yes, stepmother.” Jensen didn’t say another word to her until Juliette were ready for her cookies trip, as Jensen referred to it.

He saw her leaving to turn and find Felicia Day standing at his door, wavy red hair over bare shoulders, and her coat down her shoulders pooling soft silky material around her elbows. “Look at you…” she said in a sultry voice. “The family man I always lusted after.”

Jensen let out a tired sigh; he saw it coming after the very personal present she sent last Christmas, or the late phone calls asking if he wasn’t “lonely”. It would’ve been welcomed in the old days, not anymore though, the smell wasn’t right peaches and sugar powder wasn’t what he wanted.

But he gave in, he tried to hold her tried to kiss her, but the smell of ocean breeze and clean creamy sweetness was missing and it made him gag.

He was on the couch with Felicia straddling his legs when the little sigh of contentment of Jared on the hammock invaded his ears; he pushed the girl and ran to the bathroom puking.

Felicia walked behind him cackling. “aww darling…” she teased. “I still remember the time you didn’t have performing issues.”

“It might be you…. I’m not used to cheap stuff.”

Felicia showed him her real face, the face nobody else knew, that only Jared had seen, the pure breed bitch. “I guess I’m just not muscled and manly enough or maybe I’m not deceiving enough, or poor enough, I don’t fill your Cinderella kink… huh? I’m not…”

“SHUT UP!” Jensen shouted in pain holding his weight on the chair by the door.

“Aww sweetie…” Felicia walked to the bed and took her dress, struggled her way back into it, it looked classy, for a nightgown. “Just make sure you get a prescription for those pills you might need.”

One might be fooled to believe that was it; that she won’t do anything else, but she was two moves ahead now. Not knowing it Jensen gave her information nobody else had until then, or nobody was interested enough to really pay attention.

Only mated couples were unable to be with someone else; only a mated alpha would ignore an omega in heat.

Felicia was on the phone as soon as she went out the door. “I fucking need those results for yesterday!! That slut did got mated with Jensen!!!” she flipped to a photographer and left.

So it only took a couple hours.

“Finding comfort in the arms of an old flame: Felicia Day visited Jensen Ackles mere minutes after his daughter and niece left, and here she is an hour or so later leaving the place with a lot less garments.” The picture showed Felicia with her hair messed up and under her coat it was obvious she was not wearing the stocking she had when arriving. The article described as in one of those “find the seven differences” frames, all the things different from both pictures.

Jared was just closing Kathryn’s car door after hugging the girls and giving them pastries to take home for Alan and Misha. He turned around and one paparazzi who recognized him shoved her tablet right in front of his eyes. “Did you knew they’re banging?”

Nobody actually told Jared how he went back into Meg’s because the pain made him fall right there on the street.

Rachel had Misha on the pap’s ass in seconds even if they stopped seeing each other months ago.

The note showing a Jared holding his chest and sobbing before collapsing to the floor was hidden from the public, the lawyer fell on the magazine with the fierceness of an angel of the lord; but Jensen heard about it from Misha himself during dinner at the manor just two hours later.

“That much you don’t care? He said giving him a tablet behind Alan and Kathryn playing chess while Alaina was braiding Juliette’s hair.

Jensen frowned as he turned his eyes to the screen and let out a wounded groan as the gadget landed in the carpet and he turned around.

“Are you okay?” Alan looked concerned as Jensen nodded as he made a hasty retreat.

“You stupid jerk!” Alaina hissed at him as she turned to Richard who was on his way to search for his brother when the crashing of something made them all stay still.

Someone had Jensen already. “Call 911!!” was the voice, something was wrong with him.

Once more everyone knew because it was all over the news: “Jensen Ackles thanks the public for his shows of support, he was discharged today from hospital where he was admitted last Thursday night after collapsing at his place due exhaustion.”

Jared heard that and for once, even if it hurt it didn’t made him let things he was holding fell or made him weak in the knees or anything, finally the bond was breaking

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