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Tittle: Strenght of character
Author: Kali
Pairing: Jensen/Christopher Heyerdahl, J2, Jensen/OMC
Kinks: NON-CON, dub-con, sexual abuse of one minor, character's death(main and not main), violence, substance abuse, suicide and self destructive ideation. mentions of anal, oral and hand jobs.
TRIGGER WARNING: MINORS SEXUAL ABUSE AND MOLESTATION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, VIOLENCE, PTSD.
Part ONE
Part TWO
Part THREE
Part FOUR
Part FIVE
Part SIX
part SEVEN
***
The media coverage was huge, everyone was talking about it, every paper, every site, every channel had specials and one thing and another. Jensen’s face covered in bruises, and the leaked pictures of the welts in his back and legs made his case easier. The landlord from the building went missing on one of those five days the mobsters kept Jensen or maybe before, the owner didn’t know.
The building’s owner came into the light. “He just said this young fella appeared one day asking for a private place to meet with his sugar daddy… I didn’t know those two delinquents were fags and were fucking in my building.” He said. “This might not be a fancy place, but I would never rent a place for rapists and faggots.”
What wasn’t clear at all was the forensics’ report on the wounds of Padalecki and Heyerdahl. If the explanation the kid came up with was true and both men had kidnapped him and raped him, why they had so many wounds? Why Jensen was the less damaged one?
Of course the public was in total outrage because that’s victim blaming, right? Should there be a certain amount of damage to be considered a rape? Should Jensen fight harder? Should he have keep his knees closed to prevent it?
Public was always on his side; with his clean face and scared eyes; everyone claimed that he was strong and that he had suffered enough, that he had a strength of character worth of a hero, surviving all that and being so brave in court. Flowers, candles, teddy bears and balloons, prayer circles were organized for him and others like him.
The kid with the huge green eyes; the sweet innocent face and the shy attitude could never be the one hurting two adults, right?
Still the FBI called him for an interrogation; because his abusers weren’t dead.
Come on, it’s never that easy.
***
The trial started for Padalecki; but Heyerdahl defense said he went there to retrieve Jensen only.
Padalecki said he was lured there by a pleading Jensen begging him to be freed; and that once he got there Heyerdahl had him tied and tortured.
If they only weren’t resentful assholes… they should0ve teamed up against Jensen, right?
Jensen was playing possum; sent into a foster home with an innocent looking lady and her two daughters. Kim was always worried about him but Jensen just kept to himself for a while.
Psychologists and experts interviewed him; some said he was fine; some others found him on bad days and were worried about his mental state.
Things weren’t really moving, the entire fortune of Christopher Heyerdahl had vanished. His step father wanted him back and the bastard had a campaign to save face about the rape allegations.
Padalecki did his best to look like a law abiding citizen and someone that’ll never rape a kid. “I just tried to help him after he came to me…”
Not until a recording was given to the DA by a guard both defenses went down, “A kid left it for you.” the guard said. “I turned to register who he was and the kid was gone.”
The small device had two videos, one of Heyerdahl forcing his step son into performing oral sex when Jensen was hardly 11; another of the same guy forcing himself on Jensen at night in an almost dark room; both in the Heyerdahl mansion.
There were three voice archives; one was the voice recording of Padalecki asking the kid to have sex with him.
“Gosh…” The voice said in a lustful groan. “I want to fuck you right now, right here…” Jensen let out a whimper; one might think it was pain. “Soon baby you’ll be with me and Heyerdahl will be an old memory, a bad dream and nothing more.”
It was Jensen’s voice. “You want to fuck me…?” Jensen sounded angry as if he were fighting the hands on him “You do realize I’m hardly 15, right? I’m not legal yet…”
“I don’t care, you let him have you, and you’ll let me too.”
The second was recorded in a low voice.
“Hey…” It was Christopher Heyerdahl’s voice. “We should stop seeing each other like this.” The sound of groans and mewls; it was either pain or pleasure.
Jared mumbled something. It sounded weird, slurred. “It’s your whore you should’ve trained him better.”
Heyerdahl chuckled. “I thought I did a better job. But he’ll pay for this I swear I’m gonna make Jensen regret all of this before I gut him.” Jared laughed and groaned once more.
At the end of the memory card there was a small video in a different format, only a couple seconds of Jensen being abused by Padalecki. No jury in the world could ignore that.
The public just decided that they were lovers and that Jensen was a victim in all this. After all he was.
***
Rob Benedict had the last report about the building siege from the laboratory and the data was inconclusive.
The marks on Padalecki had been done by a hand with little to no experience; hesitant and weak. Everybody in that world knew that Christopher Heyerdahl had been a torturer and his signature weapons were specific bowie knives. It made no sense.
The acid burns in Heyerdahl were at least two days old by the time the standout took place; and if according to the Secret service guy version they were lovers; why would they hurt each other like that? And why would they use drugs then but never before?
The next question was; if Morgan went there to save Jensen and found them fighting against each other and he just covered Jensen in his discarded clothes and carried him out without fight at all, who used an electric gun against them? One specific stun gun that left burns on the bodies. And why do they have an empty can of laughing gas?
Also, the food in the apartment was simple, the kind of things a kid would buy, cereal, milk, Juice boxes, and all the trendy junk snacks a teen would buy, Padalecki; the young among the men there, was first; not young enough to know about that, second; known for his vanity; his strict diet and workout routine, he couldn’t have eaten that.
Heyerdahl was in his 50’s he sure wouldn’t get close to kid’s food either.
The recordings; the device had been bought in cash, the store- same as the supermarket and landlord, described the person they saw as a kid but couldn’t give more details. And as much as he wanted to be one Heyerdahl was no kid, neither Padalecki.
But what made even less sense was what the guy he had inside the Padalecki organization has told him that Jensen came and went without any control; that one of the guards had lost a stun gun customized to a higher voltage discharge, one that was illegal because it left burning marks.
“I’m starting to think that innocent little victim is neither innocent nor a victim.”
That’s when the other half of the information came; he has asked for Morgan to be interviewed again and maybe even give his statement in court as a witness.
But secret service sent a stern note telling them there was not an agent on this case; that a simple gang war was not of the secret service concern.
“Call Lauren Tom to the office NOW!!” he ordered to the guy outside his office.
Lauren told him that Morgan never gave him the name of the organization he worked with. “I don’t know where you got the idea of secret service.” She said.
Morgan disappeared without leaving a trace.
***
The news caster had it all.
“Another macabre discovery in our once calmed and quiet town, the body of two people had been recovered from a swamp near the 54th road and I-45.” The lady said. “The body of a unidentified male and a female that carried the purse belonging to Alicia Heyerdahl, Spouse of infamous Christopher Heyerdahl and mother of darling Jensen Ackles. Police is dragging the swamp in search of other bodies; the ground is now considered a body dump for mobsters Heyerdahl and Padalecki
“Welcome back; as we announced before the break we have the last on the Heyerdahl-Padaleci case.” A lady said with an innocent smile and bright too tight clothes: “today young victim Jensen Ackles is scheduled to give his testimony.”
It was true; Jensen in simple clothes sat at the high chair and looked around startled, his fleshy lips open in awe.
The DA told him what he would ask, so Jensen was ready for everything, but not for Heyerdahl’s lawyers’ questions.
“You have your own version of the story, and is a very good one, its worth a movie… but could you explain the jury. Why you called your step father instead of the police?”
“I was scared; I dialed the first number that came to my head, and he always told me if I ever call 911 he’d stop caring for me.”
“Wasn’t because you wanted him in the apartment you had with Jared Padalecki your lover?”
“Objection!!” the DA shouted.
“Jared Padalecki stalked me out of school; he blew the car where I used to come and go, he forced me to be with him; he said he’d kill me if I didn’t…” he took a shaky breath. “Do I really have to talk about them with so many details?” he said covering his eyes.
“I don’t see why not!!” the lawyer said. “It’s obvious you had no problem when hurting the man that had housed you and cared for you.”
“… and fucked me…” Jensen let out a flash of the emotionless thing from the apartment as his eyes locked with Heyerdahl’s. “I don’t want to talk…” he said once more with the lost child voice. “because when I remember the nightmares last weeks…”
That was it, the jury let out a collective cooing sound as he batted his lashes to them.
Padalecki was sent to jail for this case, but a larger trial was awaiting, organized crime; drugs, forced prostitution.
Heyerdahl got jail too, and Jensen visited him: “after all I did for you? huh?
Jensen saw as the police officer turned around. “I let you live; be thankful for that.”
“WHERE IS MY MONEY!!” the man shouted and Jensen smirked. “I want all 17 millions!!”
Jensen got closer. “all 74?” Heyerdahl gasped and jumped ahead.
“You little shit!! YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU’RE DEAD!!!”
The guard reduced him violently while Jensen left the room sobbing scared. “You okay?” the officer with him asked and Jensen nodded.
“I just want to disappear.” He said as the police rubbed his back comforting him. “Every bastard I know buys my lies… is like a superpower.” He mumbled to himself
***
Two years later Morgan entered a high security prison. “Heyerdahl!” he shouted and saw the ragged man sitting in front of him.
“Where’s the little slut?”
Morgan shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You know I’m going to die, right?” The man behind bars smiled bitterly. “I thought it was you, not him. I should have known he was not that innocent when he asked me to do that.”
Morgan scoffed. “sure, I’ll ask… what did he asked you to do?”
Heyerdahl smiled. “He asked me to let my men rape the maids.” Morgan frowned. “Padalecki is dead already, did you know?” Morgan shook his head no. “ if I die someone has to make sure he’s…taken care of.”
“He’s not like you; he’d never hurt anyone…”
Heyerdahl chuckled. “Have you ever heard him being honest? What’s his superpower?”
Morgan got up and marched out thinking.
***
Jensen groaned as he sat up; he had a loft now, he slept surrounded by light and windows, through the one in front of his bed he could see the Opera House across the bay; and school now was a choice, he changed his name; now he was Dean Winchester and nobody could say anything bad about Dean Winchester.
“Why?” the voice boomed in his apartment and Jensen gasped surprised. It was Morgan.
Jensen rolled his eyes smiling. “It took you a while huh?”
“I did my best…” Morgan got close to the simple bed, big enough for two.
“You’re always a bit late…” Jensen said pointing to the table where a dinner for two was set. “I've been waiting for so long. After you left, I tried to find you, you promised we’ll be together, but I didn’t know your name.” Jensen smiled. “you promised we’ll see Koalas…” he said. “but they’re could give you Chlamydia and I won’t risk myself.”
Morgan moved closer. “Tell me why?”
“Why, what? The name? the country? The apartment? The 74 give or take millions we have now?”
“Jensen; stop it; explain why.”
“What part…” he said biting his lips to stop the smile.
“Heyerdahl spoke to me.”
Jensen didn’t look remorseful at all. “Lauren dragged Osric into that place, knowing what Christopher was doing to me.” He yawned carefree. “And she had the guts to tell me all I needed was a proof to get out. I gave her the proof she asked to help me, in her own flesh.”
Morgan “Are you blaming her?”
“It was her fault.”
Morgan crossed his arms. “Really? It was her fault to be raped?”
“No it wasn’t.” Jensen said with earnest. “But it was her choice to use a victim and her own son.”
“You ruined her life.”
“Mine is ruined too, no matter what.” He smiled. “From that first kiss when I had to walk home? I knew I had to be with you; daddy…” he raised his arms inviting Morgan but the older man didn’t move.
“You don’t HAVE to be with me… or anyone.”
Jensen looked at him with giant sad eyes. “You don’t want me?”
Morgan let out a sigh. “you think I’d be in a different continent; away from everything I know if I didn’t want to be with you?” Jensen smiled. “But I need to know….”
Jensen stretched like a cat playful and sexy. “I’ll tell you anything.” He let out a sultry groan.
“The others?”
Jensen scratched his face and kicked the covers. “I still have classes you know? The schedule here is a mess…” he threw over hsi shoulder on his way to the bathroom, he left Morgan standing there for at least ten minutes until he came out.
Jensen spoke as if it were nothing while rubbing a towel over his wet hair. “The other maid was disrespectful and always called me slut; the old hag who lost her fingers used to point at me and blame me for what that man did, she said it was my fault.” The face in the kid’s face was different. “Even my mom’s…” the hiccupped sob was a surprise for him too.
Morgan moved fast and hugged Jensen. “Why sweetheart… ”
“I don’t know daddy… I don’t know…” he said not even trying to sound interested. “It just felt good.” He said kissing Morgan’s neck. “You never told me your first name.”
Morgan chuckled. “If I tell you I’d have to kill you.” Jensen laughed and pressed himself on him asking for a kiss.
“You have killed too, right?” Jensen asked against his lips and Morgan nodded. “Is it normal to want to do it again?” he couldn’t look at his eyes.
Morgan couldn’t let a monster like Jensen out there, right? He had to protect others. “No is not…”
“I want to go after that bitch in chemistry, and then my PE teacher, he’s a bastard… and what about killing kids? I’m very curious about how it feels like to kill a kid…” Morgan looked at Jensen as if he were looking at him for the first time. “Stop it!! You’re looking at me as if I already did that.” Morgan smiled. “Someone is going to Kill Christopher today…” Jensen said. “The Kid Lord is already six feet under. nobody is going to miss them now.” Morgan closed his eyes worried. “But seriously… I’m tired of calling you Morgan.” Jensen turned and took something from the bedside table and went back to Morgan.
“I’m Jeff, Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”
Jensen drapped himself on his rescuer and kissed his neck. “Are you going to kill me then?” Jensen asked not looking at his eyes.
“Are you planning on actually killing again Dean?” Jensen giggled, almost a year since he heard any other name; the deep voice made it sound just right.
“No if you stay with me.” He offered Morgan a new driver license and passport. He was now John Winchester.
Morgan was not a good person, it’s been so long since he was a good person, but this time he was trying to do the right thing. John Winchester, Mechanic was a honorable man, after all his old life was gone. His former boss thought FBI got the mobster’s information and kicked him out. Good thing considering everything.
Now here he was, holding his -now legal- kid in his arms; ready to leave his old life behind and keep Jensen safe forever. “Sure, kid, I’ll stay.” He said as they kissed, at least until Jensen kills again.
If it ever happens, he’ll do the right thing.
The end.
____
That's it, the last of it, if you read this THANK YOU!
I'm serious, this is ther darkest shit I've ever written.
FILL to THIS PROMPT
Tittle: Strenght of character
Author: Kali
Pairing: Jensen/Christopher Heyerdahl, J2, Jensen/OMC
Kinks: NON-CON, dub-con, sexual abuse of one minor, character's death(main and not main), violence, substance abuse, suicide and self destructive ideation. mentions of anal, oral and hand jobs.
TRIGGER WARNING: MINORS SEXUAL ABUSE AND MOLESTATION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, VIOLENCE, PTSD.
Part ONE
Part TWO
Part THREE
Part FOUR
Part FIVE
Part SIX
part SEVEN
***
The media coverage was huge, everyone was talking about it, every paper, every site, every channel had specials and one thing and another. Jensen’s face covered in bruises, and the leaked pictures of the welts in his back and legs made his case easier. The landlord from the building went missing on one of those five days the mobsters kept Jensen or maybe before, the owner didn’t know.
The building’s owner came into the light. “He just said this young fella appeared one day asking for a private place to meet with his sugar daddy… I didn’t know those two delinquents were fags and were fucking in my building.” He said. “This might not be a fancy place, but I would never rent a place for rapists and faggots.”
What wasn’t clear at all was the forensics’ report on the wounds of Padalecki and Heyerdahl. If the explanation the kid came up with was true and both men had kidnapped him and raped him, why they had so many wounds? Why Jensen was the less damaged one?
Of course the public was in total outrage because that’s victim blaming, right? Should there be a certain amount of damage to be considered a rape? Should Jensen fight harder? Should he have keep his knees closed to prevent it?
Public was always on his side; with his clean face and scared eyes; everyone claimed that he was strong and that he had suffered enough, that he had a strength of character worth of a hero, surviving all that and being so brave in court. Flowers, candles, teddy bears and balloons, prayer circles were organized for him and others like him.
The kid with the huge green eyes; the sweet innocent face and the shy attitude could never be the one hurting two adults, right?
Still the FBI called him for an interrogation; because his abusers weren’t dead.
Come on, it’s never that easy.
***
The trial started for Padalecki; but Heyerdahl defense said he went there to retrieve Jensen only.
Padalecki said he was lured there by a pleading Jensen begging him to be freed; and that once he got there Heyerdahl had him tied and tortured.
If they only weren’t resentful assholes… they should0ve teamed up against Jensen, right?
Jensen was playing possum; sent into a foster home with an innocent looking lady and her two daughters. Kim was always worried about him but Jensen just kept to himself for a while.
Psychologists and experts interviewed him; some said he was fine; some others found him on bad days and were worried about his mental state.
Things weren’t really moving, the entire fortune of Christopher Heyerdahl had vanished. His step father wanted him back and the bastard had a campaign to save face about the rape allegations.
Padalecki did his best to look like a law abiding citizen and someone that’ll never rape a kid. “I just tried to help him after he came to me…”
Not until a recording was given to the DA by a guard both defenses went down, “A kid left it for you.” the guard said. “I turned to register who he was and the kid was gone.”
The small device had two videos, one of Heyerdahl forcing his step son into performing oral sex when Jensen was hardly 11; another of the same guy forcing himself on Jensen at night in an almost dark room; both in the Heyerdahl mansion.
There were three voice archives; one was the voice recording of Padalecki asking the kid to have sex with him.
“Gosh…” The voice said in a lustful groan. “I want to fuck you right now, right here…” Jensen let out a whimper; one might think it was pain. “Soon baby you’ll be with me and Heyerdahl will be an old memory, a bad dream and nothing more.”
It was Jensen’s voice. “You want to fuck me…?” Jensen sounded angry as if he were fighting the hands on him “You do realize I’m hardly 15, right? I’m not legal yet…”
“I don’t care, you let him have you, and you’ll let me too.”
The second was recorded in a low voice.
“Hey…” It was Christopher Heyerdahl’s voice. “We should stop seeing each other like this.” The sound of groans and mewls; it was either pain or pleasure.
Jared mumbled something. It sounded weird, slurred. “It’s your whore you should’ve trained him better.”
Heyerdahl chuckled. “I thought I did a better job. But he’ll pay for this I swear I’m gonna make Jensen regret all of this before I gut him.” Jared laughed and groaned once more.
At the end of the memory card there was a small video in a different format, only a couple seconds of Jensen being abused by Padalecki. No jury in the world could ignore that.
The public just decided that they were lovers and that Jensen was a victim in all this. After all he was.
***
Rob Benedict had the last report about the building siege from the laboratory and the data was inconclusive.
The marks on Padalecki had been done by a hand with little to no experience; hesitant and weak. Everybody in that world knew that Christopher Heyerdahl had been a torturer and his signature weapons were specific bowie knives. It made no sense.
The acid burns in Heyerdahl were at least two days old by the time the standout took place; and if according to the Secret service guy version they were lovers; why would they hurt each other like that? And why would they use drugs then but never before?
The next question was; if Morgan went there to save Jensen and found them fighting against each other and he just covered Jensen in his discarded clothes and carried him out without fight at all, who used an electric gun against them? One specific stun gun that left burns on the bodies. And why do they have an empty can of laughing gas?
Also, the food in the apartment was simple, the kind of things a kid would buy, cereal, milk, Juice boxes, and all the trendy junk snacks a teen would buy, Padalecki; the young among the men there, was first; not young enough to know about that, second; known for his vanity; his strict diet and workout routine, he couldn’t have eaten that.
Heyerdahl was in his 50’s he sure wouldn’t get close to kid’s food either.
The recordings; the device had been bought in cash, the store- same as the supermarket and landlord, described the person they saw as a kid but couldn’t give more details. And as much as he wanted to be one Heyerdahl was no kid, neither Padalecki.
But what made even less sense was what the guy he had inside the Padalecki organization has told him that Jensen came and went without any control; that one of the guards had lost a stun gun customized to a higher voltage discharge, one that was illegal because it left burning marks.
“I’m starting to think that innocent little victim is neither innocent nor a victim.”
That’s when the other half of the information came; he has asked for Morgan to be interviewed again and maybe even give his statement in court as a witness.
But secret service sent a stern note telling them there was not an agent on this case; that a simple gang war was not of the secret service concern.
“Call Lauren Tom to the office NOW!!” he ordered to the guy outside his office.
Lauren told him that Morgan never gave him the name of the organization he worked with. “I don’t know where you got the idea of secret service.” She said.
Morgan disappeared without leaving a trace.
***
The news caster had it all.
“Another macabre discovery in our once calmed and quiet town, the body of two people had been recovered from a swamp near the 54th road and I-45.” The lady said. “The body of a unidentified male and a female that carried the purse belonging to Alicia Heyerdahl, Spouse of infamous Christopher Heyerdahl and mother of darling Jensen Ackles. Police is dragging the swamp in search of other bodies; the ground is now considered a body dump for mobsters Heyerdahl and Padalecki
“Welcome back; as we announced before the break we have the last on the Heyerdahl-Padaleci case.” A lady said with an innocent smile and bright too tight clothes: “today young victim Jensen Ackles is scheduled to give his testimony.”
It was true; Jensen in simple clothes sat at the high chair and looked around startled, his fleshy lips open in awe.
The DA told him what he would ask, so Jensen was ready for everything, but not for Heyerdahl’s lawyers’ questions.
“You have your own version of the story, and is a very good one, its worth a movie… but could you explain the jury. Why you called your step father instead of the police?”
“I was scared; I dialed the first number that came to my head, and he always told me if I ever call 911 he’d stop caring for me.”
“Wasn’t because you wanted him in the apartment you had with Jared Padalecki your lover?”
“Objection!!” the DA shouted.
“Jared Padalecki stalked me out of school; he blew the car where I used to come and go, he forced me to be with him; he said he’d kill me if I didn’t…” he took a shaky breath. “Do I really have to talk about them with so many details?” he said covering his eyes.
“I don’t see why not!!” the lawyer said. “It’s obvious you had no problem when hurting the man that had housed you and cared for you.”
“… and fucked me…” Jensen let out a flash of the emotionless thing from the apartment as his eyes locked with Heyerdahl’s. “I don’t want to talk…” he said once more with the lost child voice. “because when I remember the nightmares last weeks…”
That was it, the jury let out a collective cooing sound as he batted his lashes to them.
Padalecki was sent to jail for this case, but a larger trial was awaiting, organized crime; drugs, forced prostitution.
Heyerdahl got jail too, and Jensen visited him: “after all I did for you? huh?
Jensen saw as the police officer turned around. “I let you live; be thankful for that.”
“WHERE IS MY MONEY!!” the man shouted and Jensen smirked. “I want all 17 millions!!”
Jensen got closer. “all 74?” Heyerdahl gasped and jumped ahead.
“You little shit!! YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU’RE DEAD!!!”
The guard reduced him violently while Jensen left the room sobbing scared. “You okay?” the officer with him asked and Jensen nodded.
“I just want to disappear.” He said as the police rubbed his back comforting him. “Every bastard I know buys my lies… is like a superpower.” He mumbled to himself
***
Two years later Morgan entered a high security prison. “Heyerdahl!” he shouted and saw the ragged man sitting in front of him.
“Where’s the little slut?”
Morgan shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You know I’m going to die, right?” The man behind bars smiled bitterly. “I thought it was you, not him. I should have known he was not that innocent when he asked me to do that.”
Morgan scoffed. “sure, I’ll ask… what did he asked you to do?”
Heyerdahl smiled. “He asked me to let my men rape the maids.” Morgan frowned. “Padalecki is dead already, did you know?” Morgan shook his head no. “ if I die someone has to make sure he’s…taken care of.”
“He’s not like you; he’d never hurt anyone…”
Heyerdahl chuckled. “Have you ever heard him being honest? What’s his superpower?”
Morgan got up and marched out thinking.
***
Jensen groaned as he sat up; he had a loft now, he slept surrounded by light and windows, through the one in front of his bed he could see the Opera House across the bay; and school now was a choice, he changed his name; now he was Dean Winchester and nobody could say anything bad about Dean Winchester.
“Why?” the voice boomed in his apartment and Jensen gasped surprised. It was Morgan.
Jensen rolled his eyes smiling. “It took you a while huh?”
“I did my best…” Morgan got close to the simple bed, big enough for two.
“You’re always a bit late…” Jensen said pointing to the table where a dinner for two was set. “I've been waiting for so long. After you left, I tried to find you, you promised we’ll be together, but I didn’t know your name.” Jensen smiled. “you promised we’ll see Koalas…” he said. “but they’re could give you Chlamydia and I won’t risk myself.”
Morgan moved closer. “Tell me why?”
“Why, what? The name? the country? The apartment? The 74 give or take millions we have now?”
“Jensen; stop it; explain why.”
“What part…” he said biting his lips to stop the smile.
“Heyerdahl spoke to me.”
Jensen didn’t look remorseful at all. “Lauren dragged Osric into that place, knowing what Christopher was doing to me.” He yawned carefree. “And she had the guts to tell me all I needed was a proof to get out. I gave her the proof she asked to help me, in her own flesh.”
Morgan “Are you blaming her?”
“It was her fault.”
Morgan crossed his arms. “Really? It was her fault to be raped?”
“No it wasn’t.” Jensen said with earnest. “But it was her choice to use a victim and her own son.”
“You ruined her life.”
“Mine is ruined too, no matter what.” He smiled. “From that first kiss when I had to walk home? I knew I had to be with you; daddy…” he raised his arms inviting Morgan but the older man didn’t move.
“You don’t HAVE to be with me… or anyone.”
Jensen looked at him with giant sad eyes. “You don’t want me?”
Morgan let out a sigh. “you think I’d be in a different continent; away from everything I know if I didn’t want to be with you?” Jensen smiled. “But I need to know….”
Jensen stretched like a cat playful and sexy. “I’ll tell you anything.” He let out a sultry groan.
“The others?”
Jensen scratched his face and kicked the covers. “I still have classes you know? The schedule here is a mess…” he threw over hsi shoulder on his way to the bathroom, he left Morgan standing there for at least ten minutes until he came out.
Jensen spoke as if it were nothing while rubbing a towel over his wet hair. “The other maid was disrespectful and always called me slut; the old hag who lost her fingers used to point at me and blame me for what that man did, she said it was my fault.” The face in the kid’s face was different. “Even my mom’s…” the hiccupped sob was a surprise for him too.
Morgan moved fast and hugged Jensen. “Why sweetheart… ”
“I don’t know daddy… I don’t know…” he said not even trying to sound interested. “It just felt good.” He said kissing Morgan’s neck. “You never told me your first name.”
Morgan chuckled. “If I tell you I’d have to kill you.” Jensen laughed and pressed himself on him asking for a kiss.
“You have killed too, right?” Jensen asked against his lips and Morgan nodded. “Is it normal to want to do it again?” he couldn’t look at his eyes.
Morgan couldn’t let a monster like Jensen out there, right? He had to protect others. “No is not…”
“I want to go after that bitch in chemistry, and then my PE teacher, he’s a bastard… and what about killing kids? I’m very curious about how it feels like to kill a kid…” Morgan looked at Jensen as if he were looking at him for the first time. “Stop it!! You’re looking at me as if I already did that.” Morgan smiled. “Someone is going to Kill Christopher today…” Jensen said. “The Kid Lord is already six feet under. nobody is going to miss them now.” Morgan closed his eyes worried. “But seriously… I’m tired of calling you Morgan.” Jensen turned and took something from the bedside table and went back to Morgan.
“I’m Jeff, Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”
Jensen drapped himself on his rescuer and kissed his neck. “Are you going to kill me then?” Jensen asked not looking at his eyes.
“Are you planning on actually killing again Dean?” Jensen giggled, almost a year since he heard any other name; the deep voice made it sound just right.
“No if you stay with me.” He offered Morgan a new driver license and passport. He was now John Winchester.
Morgan was not a good person, it’s been so long since he was a good person, but this time he was trying to do the right thing. John Winchester, Mechanic was a honorable man, after all his old life was gone. His former boss thought FBI got the mobster’s information and kicked him out. Good thing considering everything.
Now here he was, holding his -now legal- kid in his arms; ready to leave his old life behind and keep Jensen safe forever. “Sure, kid, I’ll stay.” He said as they kissed, at least until Jensen kills again.
If it ever happens, he’ll do the right thing.
The end.
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Date: 2016-09-27 02:52 pm (UTC)I LIKED IT!
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Date: 2016-09-29 12:29 am (UTC)I just sent you an ask for the great news Hector