Story: Absentminded 1/?
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szarabasjkaSo yeah... I'm sorry it toook me SOOOO long but here's the first chapter is not much because I had more stuff to deal with including a sliced thumb that needed four stitches and left me unable to type...
so yeah... here it comes.
a fill to THIS PROMPT even if not posted in the spnkink meme
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liverpool46
***
It was the mongrels, all three of them; Gen and her mongrels attacked him and Jared had no idea of what to do; he knew it was in part his fault, nobody dared to wander in the woods by himself by the river near the full moon knowing what those days meant for omegas. He sat on the floor, knees scrapped and entire body in pain, string of fish thrown by his side; he started crying, he had tried he did his best to fight them off; but is never enough, never enough against them.
Why he decided to go fishing? What was he thinking?
He better gets a grip and cleans himself, if the tribe sees him like this? if they find out what happened? tainted, touched, ruined; nobody would want him, he'd be stoned before the moon changes.
He ran to the river and dove head first, he used the scent of lemon flowers to hide the alphas' scent, and the markers of pain and then he cried until his eyes went dry. then plastering a smile on his face took his fish and marched back to the tribe's camp.
He waved friends and neighbors, those who helped him last winter when his parents had died; usually he'd be mated by now but he was just too young, he was to find a mate withtin the next season he had been said, and he was now only waiting to see who offered him a home as their mate.
"What happened to your knees?" Tahmoh the tallest warrior asked and looked in his eyes, nose flaring open.
Jared swallowed hard and let out a shy "I fell near the river..." he smiled and going around the warrior marched to his small tent.
He could hear the horses and the hooting of others welcoming the scouts. "MONGRELS!!" they shouted. "Mongrels were found in our lands." people were gathering around the scouts; worried voices murmuring over what they were saying. "they were bragging about the virgin they ruined by the river." Jared held his breath and scrunched his eyes.
Everything went silent after a while and he went to bed crying.
***
Someone nudged him in the middle of the night and he got up startled, he smelled them, felt them, touching, forcing themselves in him, hurting and his first instinct was to fight and to scream for help but a heavy hand fell on his face and a whisper ordered to be quiet.“They got you, huh?” it was Tahmoh looking at him with anger and pity. “They soiled you…” he whispered and Jared went dead still and breathing hard he nodded as fat hot tears fell from his eyes to the hand of his once friend.
The hug? That was something he wasn’t expecting.
It was almost dawn when Tahmoh finally let him go. “Listen to me, they’ll figure it out too, just like I did, you were the only one carrying fish around yesterday afternoon…”
“What do I do?” Jared asked as his friend cleaned his tears.
“My sister… she was jumped by a loner; she got pregnant and even if I killed the loner she was soiled and the heads wanted her dead. she kept the baby and was shunned; she lived alone around the edge of our territory, and she protected her son until he went running away from her as a game; My father saw him and so did some of the elders, to regain the family honor she and the boy had to die: the bastard sent me and my brother…” Jared knew Curtis; the good for nothing brother of Tahmoh. “We couldn’t do it, you know? We sent her to the…” he pointed north, where the city was. “There they don’t mind for someone’s virtue as we do, so she might have…”
Jared blinked. “When was that? Did you have a sister?”
Crinkles circled Tahmoh’s blue eyes as he smiled. “Curious little thing… I was a young kid hardly presenting by then.” They heard whispers and rumbles outside. “They’re already searching for those who are not mated. Leave, do it, I’ll stop them as much as possible, go searching for Samantha, my sister, she will help you.” Tahmoh was already covering Jared in his leather cape, and giving him a backpack big enough to make him huff kept talking. “Her son must be around your age, maybe a year or so older; now lets go, I’ll go with you for a while, at least until sun comes up, you’ll have to travel for two days…”
Jared resisted at first. “But- but, Thamoh!!” He finally said stopping.
“I wanted you for my mate.” He let out without preambles. “and I love you enough to let you go; as long as you’re happy I’ll be happy.” Tahmoh held his face forcing to look at him. “You haven’t had one heat yet Jared… and you were jumped by what? Two? three?” Jared felt like crying again. “More?” Jared nodded and Tahmoh let out a sad sound as he hugged him once more. “You could be pregnant and they’ll kill you just to not have mongrels among us.” This time Jared let his friend walk him away. “I’ll go with you the first day but you’ll have to walk four or five to find them, okay?” he said out of breath as he dragged the boy across a creek. “do not change, you’ll leave a stronger scent trail if you shift.” He said as he drove Jared through a river where Jared cleaned himself once more.
They walked the entire day and by nightfall Tahmoh found a shallow cave for them both. “What?” he said smirking when Jared looked at him impressed. “I’m a scout, and a scavenger since before you even knew how to walk don’t look at me as if it were such a surprise.”
Jared curled over himself that night and slept too tired to even have nightmares even if every time he closed his eyes could see them , smell them, feel them, he feared he’d wake up still trapped by them.
Tahmoh woke him up early again. “shh….” He said when Jared groaned still too tired. “Someone is following us…” he whispered. “I told you they found out.”
Jared finally understood how precarious his situation was.
“Go…” Tahmoh said looking out of their cave. “GO!! I’ll lead them into the woods toward the empty lands… go”
Jared left the cave and ran as fast as he could, for a day and a night he thought he had lost them but at the end of the second day while he was resting atop of a hill he saw the line of hunters from his tribe, all of them already shifted, chasing prey… for one second his thoughts went to Tahmoh, what happened to him? But then… the urgency of the situation made him act; either he flees or he dies… and he wasn’t ready to die.
***
Jeffrey Dean Morgan was a good man, most people liked him. And the few that didn’t were not of his concern.
He was right now unloading his gear from the pickup truck he drove all the way to the preserve near the limits of civilized land.
He looked around searching for him, for Jensen, the kid was always a shadow once in the wild. It was like he was one with nature; even animals were surprised by him and his silent steps.
Jeff still remembers the first time he saw those eyes tourmaline colored eyes; he was going to college and thought the woman was a demon; she was covered in grime and blood, holding her teen son that shared the same eyes.
Two days later the mother died; the only thing she carried was a piece of newspaper with one faded word Jansen or Jensen. And that was the boy’s name now.
Jeff’s mother took the kid in when police informed her that either she did it or he’ll would be sent to an asylum in Nordstrom or a factory to work. Jeff was more than happy having the boy at home with them.
It was not like having a brother, no; they were quite honest with the kid; they had to be since the entire town knew about the feral that appeared around, and Jensen became a somewhat celebrity with everyone staring at him and whispering. Small town folks can be very gossipy.
It didn’t help that Jensen was beautiful, and seriously BEAUTIFUL. Even those who were not interested in males could see how attractive he was. “Jensen!!” he let out as loud as possible, the boy had left earlier than him he sure was around there trying everything in his power to scare him. “JAY!!!” he turned not seeing anything, turned again to the road he just came though and he found him standing right there, only centimeters away smiling at him as if it were the funniest thing ever.
“Hey…”
Jeff will never get used to the mini heart attack of having Jensen in his life.
He had struggled with the language the first couple years; he got frustrated and angry, especially for how hard school had been for him; he was smart enoguht to get a GED in no time and went to tech school; he was now a mechanic and Jeff hired him the second he was in charge of the farm. Everything had changed in Jensen from the feral thing that came with a wounded mother. It looked like Jensen was no longer himself except for his laughter, it’ll compensate for everything, even the shortening of his life span every time Jensen thought it was funny to scare him half to dead. Jensen had the most genuine laughter; it was joyous, innocence and joy; like the sun bottled up inside the perfect boy. His eyes twinkled when he laughed and you couldn’t help it, you had to laugh with him.
Jeff moved a hand to hold Jensen’s side as usual, it was a reflex; it was the usual place for his fingers. They had grown up together, Jeff went to college and when he came back he was 30 and found Jensen all grown up and turned into this amazing young man that was now standing in front of him. “Where were you?” he asked bending a bit to kiss his cheek; yeah they grew up together, but always had that attraction to each other, an attraction that they wanted to act on now.
Jeff’s mom – who Jensen called mom too- was more than happy to have them both together after years of pining and angst.
Jensen mewled at the contact and moved ahead to kiss Jeff in the lips when his brow twitched and his nose scrunched; it was like a fox hearing something; that in touch he was with nature his boy was.
“Do you hear that?” he pulled away; eyes fix on a hill: Jeff let ut a groan and buried his nose in Jensen’s neck.
“You have no idea of what I want to hear…” he said and Jensen gasped pulling away with a giggle; “NO!!” Jensen said pulling away once more alert. “Really! Something is coming that way.” He moved to get his binoculars and pointed them to the hill.
“So, we came all the way here to see a hill where obviously some kind of wild creature is running…” Jeff said frustrated. “I thought we were about to have amazing sex in an open space…” he stopped as Jensen threw everything down and started running. “Jensen??” he said turning to see his boyfriend sprinting towards the wild lands. “Jensen!!!”
“A feral!! Someone is chasing a feral!” Jeff g into motion too taking his rifle from the truck and setting it on the truck’s bed to point; through the aim of it he noticed Jensen running and finding a boy, he had bruises and cuts in legs and arms, his face covered in dirt and sweat. Behind them like half a mile away six people were hunting them. Also feral, and weird as it was they all were using the same colors, his own tribe was chasing this kid.
He shot to the floor to the space between Jensen and the other one and the chasers. Two shots were enough to make them halt and doubt.
Once they hid He moved the truck and drove to pick Jensen and his new friend, the boy was dehydrated and almost unconscious, he let Jensen carry him like a baby and once they were both in the bed of the truck Jeff drove back to Jensen’s farm.
“You’re safe now,. You’re safe…” he said but the boy didn’t answer, except for weird sounds that sounded weirdly familiar to Jensen.
“How is he?” Jeff hollered from inside the truck but Jensen didn’t’ answer, the voice made the kid curl over himself and Jensen felt oddly protective of him. it was like something inside of him waking up.
***
Jensen loved Jeff, he doesn’t really have memories of his time before this, before his mom died and he had to learn everything again. he was so curious of engines and machines that it was easy for him to learn.
Jeff felt safe and home and somehow he didn’t need anything else; he didn’t’ want anything else; mom and Jeff were his world.
Mostly because when he was not with them a thing grew in him; something that pulled to the wilds and to run, something that made him possessive and felt dangerous inside of him.
And now, all his fears were becoming real, this boy was pulling all those things to the surface; even Jeff’s voice felt like a threat, everything in his head chanted,. Mine, mine, pack, mine, only mine.
“I’m Jensen…” he said in a whisper knowing by instinct to touch the boy’s cheek with his nose. “I’m going to protect you now.” The smell, the creamy smell, tainted with something bitter on top, that made him think of others touching him had him growling.
“Alpha…” the kid said offering his neck to Jensen. And he couldn’t help it, he just bit to let go the next second too startled by his reaction.
What the actual fuck!! He thought to himself; but the word: mineminemine was still repeating itself in his head.
***
so yeah... you said wtaever I could write, and this is what came to my mind.
BTW and only because I now think the tittle does not fit anymore (things about the end have changed quite drastically in the last couple days) I'm in search of a different tittle.
Chapter 2
so yeah... here it comes.
a fill to THIS PROMPT even if not posted in the spnkink meme
and a story written for
liverpool46Tittle: Absentminded
Supernartural RPF
Pairing: J2, JDM/JA(*), JDM/?
kinks Jealousy, ABO, possible Mpreg, non-con/rape(mostly implied), characters death, love triagle, angst, happy ending.
***
It was the mongrels, all three of them; Gen and her mongrels attacked him and Jared had no idea of what to do; he knew it was in part his fault, nobody dared to wander in the woods by himself by the river near the full moon knowing what those days meant for omegas. He sat on the floor, knees scrapped and entire body in pain, string of fish thrown by his side; he started crying, he had tried he did his best to fight them off; but is never enough, never enough against them.
Why he decided to go fishing? What was he thinking?
He better gets a grip and cleans himself, if the tribe sees him like this? if they find out what happened? tainted, touched, ruined; nobody would want him, he'd be stoned before the moon changes.
He ran to the river and dove head first, he used the scent of lemon flowers to hide the alphas' scent, and the markers of pain and then he cried until his eyes went dry. then plastering a smile on his face took his fish and marched back to the tribe's camp.
He waved friends and neighbors, those who helped him last winter when his parents had died; usually he'd be mated by now but he was just too young, he was to find a mate withtin the next season he had been said, and he was now only waiting to see who offered him a home as their mate.
"What happened to your knees?" Tahmoh the tallest warrior asked and looked in his eyes, nose flaring open.
Jared swallowed hard and let out a shy "I fell near the river..." he smiled and going around the warrior marched to his small tent.
He could hear the horses and the hooting of others welcoming the scouts. "MONGRELS!!" they shouted. "Mongrels were found in our lands." people were gathering around the scouts; worried voices murmuring over what they were saying. "they were bragging about the virgin they ruined by the river." Jared held his breath and scrunched his eyes.
Everything went silent after a while and he went to bed crying.
***
Someone nudged him in the middle of the night and he got up startled, he smelled them, felt them, touching, forcing themselves in him, hurting and his first instinct was to fight and to scream for help but a heavy hand fell on his face and a whisper ordered to be quiet.“They got you, huh?” it was Tahmoh looking at him with anger and pity. “They soiled you…” he whispered and Jared went dead still and breathing hard he nodded as fat hot tears fell from his eyes to the hand of his once friend.
The hug? That was something he wasn’t expecting.
It was almost dawn when Tahmoh finally let him go. “Listen to me, they’ll figure it out too, just like I did, you were the only one carrying fish around yesterday afternoon…”
“What do I do?” Jared asked as his friend cleaned his tears.
“My sister… she was jumped by a loner; she got pregnant and even if I killed the loner she was soiled and the heads wanted her dead. she kept the baby and was shunned; she lived alone around the edge of our territory, and she protected her son until he went running away from her as a game; My father saw him and so did some of the elders, to regain the family honor she and the boy had to die: the bastard sent me and my brother…” Jared knew Curtis; the good for nothing brother of Tahmoh. “We couldn’t do it, you know? We sent her to the…” he pointed north, where the city was. “There they don’t mind for someone’s virtue as we do, so she might have…”
Jared blinked. “When was that? Did you have a sister?”
Crinkles circled Tahmoh’s blue eyes as he smiled. “Curious little thing… I was a young kid hardly presenting by then.” They heard whispers and rumbles outside. “They’re already searching for those who are not mated. Leave, do it, I’ll stop them as much as possible, go searching for Samantha, my sister, she will help you.” Tahmoh was already covering Jared in his leather cape, and giving him a backpack big enough to make him huff kept talking. “Her son must be around your age, maybe a year or so older; now lets go, I’ll go with you for a while, at least until sun comes up, you’ll have to travel for two days…”
Jared resisted at first. “But- but, Thamoh!!” He finally said stopping.
“I wanted you for my mate.” He let out without preambles. “and I love you enough to let you go; as long as you’re happy I’ll be happy.” Tahmoh held his face forcing to look at him. “You haven’t had one heat yet Jared… and you were jumped by what? Two? three?” Jared felt like crying again. “More?” Jared nodded and Tahmoh let out a sad sound as he hugged him once more. “You could be pregnant and they’ll kill you just to not have mongrels among us.” This time Jared let his friend walk him away. “I’ll go with you the first day but you’ll have to walk four or five to find them, okay?” he said out of breath as he dragged the boy across a creek. “do not change, you’ll leave a stronger scent trail if you shift.” He said as he drove Jared through a river where Jared cleaned himself once more.
They walked the entire day and by nightfall Tahmoh found a shallow cave for them both. “What?” he said smirking when Jared looked at him impressed. “I’m a scout, and a scavenger since before you even knew how to walk don’t look at me as if it were such a surprise.”
Jared curled over himself that night and slept too tired to even have nightmares even if every time he closed his eyes could see them , smell them, feel them, he feared he’d wake up still trapped by them.
Tahmoh woke him up early again. “shh….” He said when Jared groaned still too tired. “Someone is following us…” he whispered. “I told you they found out.”
Jared finally understood how precarious his situation was.
“Go…” Tahmoh said looking out of their cave. “GO!! I’ll lead them into the woods toward the empty lands… go”
Jared left the cave and ran as fast as he could, for a day and a night he thought he had lost them but at the end of the second day while he was resting atop of a hill he saw the line of hunters from his tribe, all of them already shifted, chasing prey… for one second his thoughts went to Tahmoh, what happened to him? But then… the urgency of the situation made him act; either he flees or he dies… and he wasn’t ready to die.
***
Jeffrey Dean Morgan was a good man, most people liked him. And the few that didn’t were not of his concern.
He was right now unloading his gear from the pickup truck he drove all the way to the preserve near the limits of civilized land.
He looked around searching for him, for Jensen, the kid was always a shadow once in the wild. It was like he was one with nature; even animals were surprised by him and his silent steps.
Jeff still remembers the first time he saw those eyes tourmaline colored eyes; he was going to college and thought the woman was a demon; she was covered in grime and blood, holding her teen son that shared the same eyes.
Two days later the mother died; the only thing she carried was a piece of newspaper with one faded word Jansen or Jensen. And that was the boy’s name now.
Jeff’s mother took the kid in when police informed her that either she did it or he’ll would be sent to an asylum in Nordstrom or a factory to work. Jeff was more than happy having the boy at home with them.
It was not like having a brother, no; they were quite honest with the kid; they had to be since the entire town knew about the feral that appeared around, and Jensen became a somewhat celebrity with everyone staring at him and whispering. Small town folks can be very gossipy.
It didn’t help that Jensen was beautiful, and seriously BEAUTIFUL. Even those who were not interested in males could see how attractive he was. “Jensen!!” he let out as loud as possible, the boy had left earlier than him he sure was around there trying everything in his power to scare him. “JAY!!!” he turned not seeing anything, turned again to the road he just came though and he found him standing right there, only centimeters away smiling at him as if it were the funniest thing ever.
“Hey…”
Jeff will never get used to the mini heart attack of having Jensen in his life.
He had struggled with the language the first couple years; he got frustrated and angry, especially for how hard school had been for him; he was smart enoguht to get a GED in no time and went to tech school; he was now a mechanic and Jeff hired him the second he was in charge of the farm. Everything had changed in Jensen from the feral thing that came with a wounded mother. It looked like Jensen was no longer himself except for his laughter, it’ll compensate for everything, even the shortening of his life span every time Jensen thought it was funny to scare him half to dead. Jensen had the most genuine laughter; it was joyous, innocence and joy; like the sun bottled up inside the perfect boy. His eyes twinkled when he laughed and you couldn’t help it, you had to laugh with him.
Jeff moved a hand to hold Jensen’s side as usual, it was a reflex; it was the usual place for his fingers. They had grown up together, Jeff went to college and when he came back he was 30 and found Jensen all grown up and turned into this amazing young man that was now standing in front of him. “Where were you?” he asked bending a bit to kiss his cheek; yeah they grew up together, but always had that attraction to each other, an attraction that they wanted to act on now.
Jeff’s mom – who Jensen called mom too- was more than happy to have them both together after years of pining and angst.
Jensen mewled at the contact and moved ahead to kiss Jeff in the lips when his brow twitched and his nose scrunched; it was like a fox hearing something; that in touch he was with nature his boy was.
“Do you hear that?” he pulled away; eyes fix on a hill: Jeff let ut a groan and buried his nose in Jensen’s neck.
“You have no idea of what I want to hear…” he said and Jensen gasped pulling away with a giggle; “NO!!” Jensen said pulling away once more alert. “Really! Something is coming that way.” He moved to get his binoculars and pointed them to the hill.
“So, we came all the way here to see a hill where obviously some kind of wild creature is running…” Jeff said frustrated. “I thought we were about to have amazing sex in an open space…” he stopped as Jensen threw everything down and started running. “Jensen??” he said turning to see his boyfriend sprinting towards the wild lands. “Jensen!!!”
“A feral!! Someone is chasing a feral!” Jeff g into motion too taking his rifle from the truck and setting it on the truck’s bed to point; through the aim of it he noticed Jensen running and finding a boy, he had bruises and cuts in legs and arms, his face covered in dirt and sweat. Behind them like half a mile away six people were hunting them. Also feral, and weird as it was they all were using the same colors, his own tribe was chasing this kid.
He shot to the floor to the space between Jensen and the other one and the chasers. Two shots were enough to make them halt and doubt.
Once they hid He moved the truck and drove to pick Jensen and his new friend, the boy was dehydrated and almost unconscious, he let Jensen carry him like a baby and once they were both in the bed of the truck Jeff drove back to Jensen’s farm.
“You’re safe now,. You’re safe…” he said but the boy didn’t answer, except for weird sounds that sounded weirdly familiar to Jensen.
“How is he?” Jeff hollered from inside the truck but Jensen didn’t’ answer, the voice made the kid curl over himself and Jensen felt oddly protective of him. it was like something inside of him waking up.
***
Jensen loved Jeff, he doesn’t really have memories of his time before this, before his mom died and he had to learn everything again. he was so curious of engines and machines that it was easy for him to learn.
Jeff felt safe and home and somehow he didn’t need anything else; he didn’t’ want anything else; mom and Jeff were his world.
Mostly because when he was not with them a thing grew in him; something that pulled to the wilds and to run, something that made him possessive and felt dangerous inside of him.
And now, all his fears were becoming real, this boy was pulling all those things to the surface; even Jeff’s voice felt like a threat, everything in his head chanted,. Mine, mine, pack, mine, only mine.
“I’m Jensen…” he said in a whisper knowing by instinct to touch the boy’s cheek with his nose. “I’m going to protect you now.” The smell, the creamy smell, tainted with something bitter on top, that made him think of others touching him had him growling.
“Alpha…” the kid said offering his neck to Jensen. And he couldn’t help it, he just bit to let go the next second too startled by his reaction.
What the actual fuck!! He thought to himself; but the word: mineminemine was still repeating itself in his head.
***
so yeah... you said wtaever I could write, and this is what came to my mind.
BTW and only because I now think the tittle does not fit anymore (things about the end have changed quite drastically in the last couple days) I'm in search of a different tittle.
Chapter 2
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Date: 2017-02-16 09:37 am (UTC)And already mated! Jen you shouldn´t bit a guy you just met :)
As for the title since I don´t know where the story goes it is hard but since Jared and Jensne both had to find it how about "New life - new home"
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Date: 2017-02-17 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-16 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-17 03:44 am (UTC)my thumb is much better thank you; at least it was a brand new and sterile scalpel blade or I'll be by now in full panic mode.
tell me what you think, I'm seriously considering finding a beta... again.
Hey
Date: 2017-02-17 03:59 am (UTC)