J/C Fic - Chaos (1/3+Epilogue)
Title: Chaos
Characters: Jared/Chris
Rating: PGish
Warnings: Violence, Shooting, Torture (?)
Word Count: ~13,000 total, ~3,800 this part.
Beta: Billysgirl5
Summary: Chris wakes up with a bad feeling. Jared never realised how bad it really could get
A/N: This story is complete, I'll be posting every two or three days!
Chapter One
Christian Kane woke up to an overwhelming sense of dread. He lay still in his warm bed, the Portland sky grey and frightening, but it wasn't the weather; there was something nagging at the back of his head, in the pit of his stomach, something instinctively telling him that today was going to be bad. Chris didn't move. He didn't want to get up at all; no he just wanted to turn over and fall asleep again, let the day pass and hope that the next one wouldn't feel this wrong. But the world had other ideas.
Aldis called first, his friend calling to see if he needed a lift to set that morning. Chris simply replied that he wasn't going in, even knowing that that wouldn't bode well with the directors or producers, but he didn't care, and hung up on him. Beth actually showed up at his door, the cute and perky little thing banging on his door until he was forced out of bed to answer. She jumped on him, as always, before he trudged back to his room and curled back into his bed, not turning around once to see if she was following or not. He felt the bed dip, then felt a slender arm wrap around his shoulders, silently questioning. Chris didn't say anything and eventually Beth left a soft, barely there, peck on his left cheek, burning his skin. The next time his phone rang, it wasn't a call but a text. Steve simply writing ‘call him’. Chris knew exactly what Steve meant; call Jared.
Turning over in his bed, Chris dialled the number he knew better than any other and waited. 'Hi! You've reached me, you know what to do!' Chris huffed out a laugh before hearing the 'beep'. Of course, Jared would sound like an over active child even on his phone message. Chris sighed before speaking; "Hey, Jared, can you... can you call me, please?" He asked before hanging up. Today... it was going to be a bad one. -.-
Jared's eyes practically burst open, he woke with such a feeling of joy, and he had no explanation for it. But it didn't matter, the morning rays were dancing over his eyes, the Vancouver sky a clear blue, the morning beautiful. Jared threw the covers off his body. He didn't want to waste any more time of the day; Jared could feel it in his heart, radiating throughout his body, today was going to be good. The cool air serving to wake him up even more as he quickly changed into his training gear.
He leashed his dogs and strode outside. Running down the quiet streets, he allowed the rhythmic thump thump of his shoes hitting the pavement to calm him, to centre his emotions and organise his thoughts. Jared reached the park with ease, slowing to a standstill he pulled out his phone and called Jensen. His friend answered the phone grumpily, Jared calling to see if he was awake yet, getting ready to go to set that morning. Jensen yelled some, all good naturedly, and then agreed to meet at Jared's trailer before shooting started. Jared ran back home easily and watered his dogs before showering. He dressed and rushed to the door when he heard a loud banging sound. The banging didn't stop until he yanked the door open; he smiled at Clif, his driver, his white teeth gleaming through his shiny lips before both men walked to the car, chatter flowing easily between each other. The next time Jared pulled out his phone, it was to send a text, writing simply ‘talk to her’ to his friend Chad, knowing the man would understand the meaning.
Jared turned his body to face outside; he knew there was one voice he wanted to hear. He dialled a number he knew better than any other and listened as it rang; 'You've reached Kane. Leave a message and I'll think about calling you' said the pre-recorded voice. Jared laughed, knowing that only Chris could say something like that before leaving a quick message; “Hey Chris, it's me, just calling to see how you were, call me,” He said before hanging up. Today... it was going to be an awesome one.
^.^
The car pulled into the lot, and Jared carefully slid out of the car, thanking Clif before making his way to his trailer. His large hands fumbled with the key before finally managing to slide it into the slot, unlocking his door and walking in, nudging it gently it closed behind him. Jared walked over to the kitchen counter and started brewing coffee for both him and Jensen, smiling at the thought of Jensen without his morning coffee.
The soft snick of the door opening alerted Jared to another presence in his trailer, “Hey, Jen! Coffee is about ready!” Jared laughed without turning around. “Jensen?” he asked again when no response came. Jared turned around, large smile on his face dropping at the sight before him.
“Uh... Hey, who are you? Why are you here?” Jared asked, looking over the stranger in his trailer.
“Shh... Everything will be okay.” The person could have only been twenty, young and beautiful, long, black hair and bright, shining eyes. She was slender and willowy, and held herself with a level of confidence Jared secretly wished he had. But there was something there, in what she said and in her eyes that scared Jared.
“What... what are you doing here?” Jared tried again.
“I’m here to make it all right again,” she whispered before pulling something out from behind her back.
Jared’s eyes trained in on the barrel pointed in his direction, the black metal shinning in front of him, taunting him. His face paled at the sight, the large gun clasped tightly in her thin fingers looked wrong, the whole situation seemed wrong.
“Please... what... no...” Jared tried, not knowing what to say, what to think.
“Lock the door. No one comes in or out of this trailer,” she ordered, flicking the gun in the direction of the door.
Jared moved slowly, his hands raised, toward the door, the gun focused on him as he moved. Jared didn’t dare make any sudden movements as he moved to lock the door, snick echoing in his head. He slowly tried to move back toward the kitchen, his phone resting silently on the counter.
“Good, don’t worry Jared, there is nothing to worry about, everything will be okay now,” She smiled, looking so innocent.
“I don’t know what you mean. Please, just put the gun down,” Jared tried to reason.
“I’m sorry, it can’t.”
“People will be coming here soon. There are people all over the place; you won’t get away with anything. Just tell me what’s wrong and maybe we can fix it, without guns,” Jared pled.
“I don’t need to get away with anything. Now quiet,” she ordered, tossing Jared a pair of handcuffs, “lock yourself to that,” she indicated, once again flicking the gun, towards the cabinets.
Jared suppressed a whimper before following her orders. He locked the handcuff around his left wrist before locking the other end to the cabinet door. His eyes tracked her precise movements as she walked up to him, still smiling, and tightened the cuff around his wrist, the cold metal starting to dig into his tanned skin. Jared tried to rattle the chain slightly when she turned her back, but as soon as he did, she whipped around, pointing the gun right back at him.
“Don’t try it; there’s no point,” she said.
“Please, why are you doing this? For money? Because you think I’m my character? You want my children? What?!” Jared cried, not letting her see any tears though.
“Ha! You think I’m some psycho fan?” she spat. “No, it’s none of that,” she shook her head.
“Then what?”
“Watch your mouth or else...” she warned.
Jared pressed his lips together, shaking in his spot; he didn’t dare say another word. The room filled with silence, the girl in front of him pacing the short length of his trailer, but nothing else was happening. Until the door knob rattled.
Jensen! No, please, no, just turn away, go! Jared begged in his head. He heard the key being slot into the hole and heard it slide around, unlocking the door. The girl watched the door, gun raised and ready, a smirk set firmly into her face.
“Please...” Jared whispered; his plea unheard as the door swung open.
“Jay?” Jensen called, walking in with his head lowered. He lifted his head and took in the sight before him. Jensen’s eye widened almost comically, taking in the scene: the gun now pointing at his chest and Jared locked to the kitchen.
“Come in and lock the door behind you,” she smiled. “This is just perfect,” she added to herself.
Jensen numbly did as he was told, his hands shaking as he tried to relock the door before he turned around and faced the young woman once more. “What’s... what’s going on?” he asked, his voice shaking as much as his hands were.
“Nothing, nothing at all, this was only meant to be for Jared, but you’ll do nicely, too,” she smiled, her whole face lighting up.
“Please, just let him go. You don’t need him; you have me. You said it was me, please. Please!” Jared begged, pulling at the cuffs and trying to break free. In the back of his mind, Jared was surprised by how strong the fixtures were; he had expected something cheap, but this was anything but.
“Hush now, Jared, you play nice, and everything thing will be just fine,” she said, her gun now trained back on the larger man. “Sit, Jensen, you can watch,” she added, pointing towards the couch.
Jensen collapsed onto the couch in a daze. None of this was making sense to him, and it wasn’t because of the lack of coffee this morning. “Why?” he croaked out, slamming his lips shut when she swung around to face him again.
“You two really want to know why I’m doing this? It isn’t for money, or anything like that, no. This? This is just simple revenge!” she laughed. “Everything I hear about, at home, at work, it’s Supernatural this and Supernatural that. And worst of all, everything out of my boyfriend’s mouth, my ex-boyfriend’s mouth was Jared this and Jared that! No more!” she turned and walked back towards Jared, the younger man shrinking away from the tiny female in front of him, “you made my boyfriend fall in love with you. He doesn’t love me anymore, and it’s all your fault, so... revenge!” she said as if it were obvious.
Jared didn’t know what to say or do. This person was obviously unwell in the head, off her meds or something. It just wasn’t right. Why him? Why today? He had so many questions running through his mind, but no answers for them. Today... it was looking worse.
o.O
The feeling in Chris’ stomach mounted throughout the morning. He ignored all his calls in favour of simply curling up in his bed and shutting out the world. His eyes were drooping and sleep was calling him, ready to cave when his body suddenly jerked, and he found himself sitting up, panting and sweating, trying to pull in desperately needed oxygen into his starved lungs.
‘What’s going on?’ he thought to himself as he struggled to regain his breath.
Chris slowly rose from his bed and stumbled into the bathroom, barely sparing himself a moment to look in the mirror. He quickly turned on the cold water and splashed some onto his face before grabbing the towel and holding it against his face. Chris breathed in deeply, holding it in, before slowly letting it out. He looked up into the mirror and realised how badly he looked. He was pale, and sweat was dripping from his temples down the sides of his face.
He walked back into the bedroom and picked up his phone. He scrolled through the missed calls and suddenly, realised that there was one missed call from Jared. He clicked the voice mail and allowed Jared’s voice to sooth him some.
“Hey, Chris, it's me, just calling to see how you were, call me...” it said. Chris smiled before redialling the number, talking to Jared, even for just a moment, was sure to help.
‘.‘
Jared’s phone vibrated on the countertop, breaking the girl’s rant. Jared could see his screen, ‘Chris’ flashing on it, letting him know who was calling. Jared’s facade crumbled slightly at seeing Chris’ call. The shock of what was happening had prevented him from thinking about what would happen after everything was over. His parents, siblings, Chris, what would happen to them?
The girl walked up to the phone and immediately rejected the call, something Jared would never do. “There will be no more of that!” she said before switching it off. “Now, if anyone knocks on the door, I want you to act normally and say that you’ll be there in a minute,” she told Jensen, “Understood?” she added when Jensen did nothing but stare at the floor.
“Y-yeah...” he mumbled, nodding slightly and raising his gaze to meet hers.
“Good. Now, Jared... what to do with you,” she asked herself, the smile ever present. She closed in on the larger man, completely unafraid, and caressed his cheek as would a lover. “So beautiful, it’s a shame really,” she sighed, her nails digging into his skin.
“Just get it over and done with then! You’d have gotten rid of me and that will be it!” Jared begged; he knew it was the cowardly thing to do, but he just wanted Jensen safe.
“No, this... teasing you like this, is so much more fun!” she laughed, the laughter echoing around the two men causing them to cringe.
“Boys?” came a call from outside, “You’re needed on set in ten!” the PA said waiting for a response.
The intruder looked over her shoulder waiting for Jensen’s answer, however when none came, she stormed over to him, gun held up. Jensen flinched under her movement; his eyes flicking up to meet hers again before he squeezed them shut again, the gun spinning in the small hands and being raised ready to strike rather than shoot, “answer her!” she hissed.
“Y-yeah! We’ll... we’ll be there!” Jensen forced.
“Is everything alright in there?” the PA asked.
Jensen looked at the young girl before him and shook his head; he couldn’t do it. Everyone always thought about what they would do in these situations. Of course, you think you’re going to be brave and face up to the attacker, sacrifice your life for someone else, be the hero, but when thrust into the dangerous scenario, it becomes painfully obvious how untrue all of that really is. He was scared, plain and simple. He wanted to wake up any moment now and for all this to have been just one big, bad dream.
“Jensen? Jared?” the PA asked again.
Jared fought with his restraints, pulling at it without registering the warm, wet feeling running down his arm. With all his strength and power, Jared ripped away from the cabinet, rushing towards his attacker and surprising her. She heard all the noise Jared was making and spun around just in time to see him rush towards her.
The shot rang out loud and clear, deafening the men in the trailer and alerting anyone near by. Screams and shouts were distantly registered in the back of Jensen’s mind, but all either man could think about was the gun going off, so much louder than their prop guns.
Jared hurled his body towards the girl’s, tackling her towards the ground and fighting for the gun, another shot ringing out in the wrestle for control. The girl screamed and kicked out before the door was kicked in and two burly guards came rushing in. The gun skittered off to the side, someone kicking it away, and the girl was pulled up by the guards, and restrained, forcibly being removed from the room, cursing and fighting all the way out.
And just like that, it was over.
O.O
Chris’ heart clenched. Jared rejected his call and had turned off his phone, not something he did even while in the middle of filming a scene. His heart clenched again, and then, his stomach dropped. Something didn’t feel right. He stared down at his phone, willing it to ring before hurling it against a wall. The phone splintered into pieces as he sank down to the ground. Something was wrong.
;.;
“Jensen?” Jared whispered.
“Jay?” Jensen replied.
Both men were in shock. Everything had happened so fast, and now, it was all over. The girl had been taken away, and everything was fine.
“Jen... please... call Chris...” Jared begged, his voice becoming soft.
“Jay?” Jensen questioned, looking down at his best friend.
Jared sat on the floor, the kitchen’s cabinet door still attached to his wrist by the handcuff and his large hand clutching at his stomach. Jared’s head was hung low and his breathing sounded almost forced. Jensen looked his friend over more closely. Jared, who had jumped from his place in order to save Jensen, was pale, and sweat was gleaming from his face.
“Please,” Jared begged once more, dropping his hands slowly revealing the blood that now soaked his hands and clothing.
“Jay!” Jensen yelled, his eyes widening before he sprung to his friend’s side, catching the younger man before he fell to the ground. “It’s okay... it’s okay...”
Jensen yelled for an ambulance, frantically calling for help. He thought he heard sirens in the distance, but the only thing he was certain of was that Jared needed him.
“Please...” Jared sighed before closing his eyes, his heartbeat slowing to nothing.
x.x
Chaos.
The whole world around them is in chaos. People are milling around the trailer, rushing in and out, questions are being thrown at them, and phones are ringing off the hook. But neither Jensen nor Jared registers any of it. Jensen is sitting on his legs, holding his friend’s head up as he begs Jared to stay awake, to stay alive. Jared is in a world of his own. The pain radiated from his abdomen, spreading throughout his body, numbing him completely; words and sounds are washing over him. The darkness is encroaching, and it scares him. The last thing he thinks of is how much he wants to see Chris just one more time.
The paramedics rush in not long after, relieving Jensen of his position as they work to stabilise the fallen man. They call out medical terms to one another, strapping on an oxygen mask and applying pressure to Jared’s middle before lifting him up onto the stretcher. Jared’s cuffed arm falls off the side; the cabinet clattering against the solid ground before one of the paramedics carefully picks it up and places it over Jared’s legs, taking it along with them.
Jensen fights to go along, but he isn’t injured in any way; he is in no emergency and is left behind, watching from afar as Jared is loaded and driven away. Jensen stood back and watched the vehicle drive off without him. He had his phone clutched in his hand and was already dialling Chris’ number when someone walked up beside him. Jensen’s first reaction was to flinch, but looking up, he saw Eric Kripke standing there, worry lines etched into his forehead.
“Come on; let’s get you to the hospital. You can make calls when we get you checked out,” he said gently, carefully leading Jensen to his own car.
The ride was silent and awkward. The phone still in Jensen’s hand as his mind went over everything that had happened that morning, but still nothing made sense. It had been a good start, Jared calling him as per usual, making sure he was getting up. And then the crazy girl in the trailer. Jensen didn’t think anything of it when Jared’s trailer door had been locked, but now, he wished he had, at least, to have been a little bit more prepared.
At the hospital, he was checked over by some elderly lady and declared fine, a little bit shocked, but no injuries or damage. He had asked about Jared and was only told that he had arrived. Jensen sighed and walked out of the building, walking past Eric and the other heads of the show to make the most important call. He dialled Chris’ number and waited.
6.6
Chris jumps when his home phone rings. He scrambles up off the floor and snatches it up before it has a chance to stop. “Yes?” he asks, forgetting all his manners.
“Chris? Is that you? It’s Jensen.”
“Oh,” Chris replied dejectedly, “Hey, man, what’s up?” he asked.
“Chris, man, do you think you could get up here somehow? Like as soon as possible?” Jensen asked, not wanting to say what he had to.
“Uh, I could probably get a day off or something, why?” he asked nervously biting on his lower lip.
“It’s Jared... Chris something happened this morning...”
“What, Jensen? Just tell me, what’s wrong with Jared?” Chris asked urgently.
“There was a gun...” and that was all he needed to say.
“Oh, God. Fuck, okay, I’m coming, I’ll be there, just... is he?” Chris asked, his mind racing. He knew today would be bad, his legs buckling under him.
“He was alive when the paramedics came, but they wouldn’t let me go with him,” Jensen explained, “just get here. He’s going to need you when he comes around. And he will come around,” Jensen urged.
“Yeah... yeah of course he will. I’ll see you soon, Jensen, watch out for my boy,” Chris asked before hanging up on Jensen.
“Of course, man, of course. Just get here,” Jensen begged.
Chris’ mind was racing. Jared was hurt, shot and there was nothing Chris could do but catch a flight up to meet Jared, hours after everything has happened and just hope for the best. He wasn’t there to protect the man he loved; he wasn’t there to hold his lover, to make sure that he fought. Chris didn’t pack anything, just made a few calls and grabbed a few of his few personal belongings before leaving the house. It wouldn’t be long until he could be by Jared’s side, then they could start working on making things right, together.
Chris knew, upon waking, that today was going to be a bad day.
9.9 Chapter Two
Characters: Jared/Chris
Rating: PGish
Warnings: Violence, Shooting, Torture (?)
Word Count: ~13,000 total, ~3,800 this part.
Beta: Billysgirl5
Summary: Chris wakes up with a bad feeling. Jared never realised how bad it really could get
A/N: This story is complete, I'll be posting every two or three days!
Chapter One
Christian Kane woke up to an overwhelming sense of dread. He lay still in his warm bed, the Portland sky grey and frightening, but it wasn't the weather; there was something nagging at the back of his head, in the pit of his stomach, something instinctively telling him that today was going to be bad. Chris didn't move. He didn't want to get up at all; no he just wanted to turn over and fall asleep again, let the day pass and hope that the next one wouldn't feel this wrong. But the world had other ideas.
Aldis called first, his friend calling to see if he needed a lift to set that morning. Chris simply replied that he wasn't going in, even knowing that that wouldn't bode well with the directors or producers, but he didn't care, and hung up on him. Beth actually showed up at his door, the cute and perky little thing banging on his door until he was forced out of bed to answer. She jumped on him, as always, before he trudged back to his room and curled back into his bed, not turning around once to see if she was following or not. He felt the bed dip, then felt a slender arm wrap around his shoulders, silently questioning. Chris didn't say anything and eventually Beth left a soft, barely there, peck on his left cheek, burning his skin. The next time his phone rang, it wasn't a call but a text. Steve simply writing ‘call him’. Chris knew exactly what Steve meant; call Jared.
Turning over in his bed, Chris dialled the number he knew better than any other and waited. 'Hi! You've reached me, you know what to do!' Chris huffed out a laugh before hearing the 'beep'. Of course, Jared would sound like an over active child even on his phone message. Chris sighed before speaking; "Hey, Jared, can you... can you call me, please?" He asked before hanging up. Today... it was going to be a bad one. -.-
Jared's eyes practically burst open, he woke with such a feeling of joy, and he had no explanation for it. But it didn't matter, the morning rays were dancing over his eyes, the Vancouver sky a clear blue, the morning beautiful. Jared threw the covers off his body. He didn't want to waste any more time of the day; Jared could feel it in his heart, radiating throughout his body, today was going to be good. The cool air serving to wake him up even more as he quickly changed into his training gear.
He leashed his dogs and strode outside. Running down the quiet streets, he allowed the rhythmic thump thump of his shoes hitting the pavement to calm him, to centre his emotions and organise his thoughts. Jared reached the park with ease, slowing to a standstill he pulled out his phone and called Jensen. His friend answered the phone grumpily, Jared calling to see if he was awake yet, getting ready to go to set that morning. Jensen yelled some, all good naturedly, and then agreed to meet at Jared's trailer before shooting started. Jared ran back home easily and watered his dogs before showering. He dressed and rushed to the door when he heard a loud banging sound. The banging didn't stop until he yanked the door open; he smiled at Clif, his driver, his white teeth gleaming through his shiny lips before both men walked to the car, chatter flowing easily between each other. The next time Jared pulled out his phone, it was to send a text, writing simply ‘talk to her’ to his friend Chad, knowing the man would understand the meaning.
Jared turned his body to face outside; he knew there was one voice he wanted to hear. He dialled a number he knew better than any other and listened as it rang; 'You've reached Kane. Leave a message and I'll think about calling you' said the pre-recorded voice. Jared laughed, knowing that only Chris could say something like that before leaving a quick message; “Hey Chris, it's me, just calling to see how you were, call me,” He said before hanging up. Today... it was going to be an awesome one.
^.^
The car pulled into the lot, and Jared carefully slid out of the car, thanking Clif before making his way to his trailer. His large hands fumbled with the key before finally managing to slide it into the slot, unlocking his door and walking in, nudging it gently it closed behind him. Jared walked over to the kitchen counter and started brewing coffee for both him and Jensen, smiling at the thought of Jensen without his morning coffee.
The soft snick of the door opening alerted Jared to another presence in his trailer, “Hey, Jen! Coffee is about ready!” Jared laughed without turning around. “Jensen?” he asked again when no response came. Jared turned around, large smile on his face dropping at the sight before him.
“Uh... Hey, who are you? Why are you here?” Jared asked, looking over the stranger in his trailer.
“Shh... Everything will be okay.” The person could have only been twenty, young and beautiful, long, black hair and bright, shining eyes. She was slender and willowy, and held herself with a level of confidence Jared secretly wished he had. But there was something there, in what she said and in her eyes that scared Jared.
“What... what are you doing here?” Jared tried again.
“I’m here to make it all right again,” she whispered before pulling something out from behind her back.
Jared’s eyes trained in on the barrel pointed in his direction, the black metal shinning in front of him, taunting him. His face paled at the sight, the large gun clasped tightly in her thin fingers looked wrong, the whole situation seemed wrong.
“Please... what... no...” Jared tried, not knowing what to say, what to think.
“Lock the door. No one comes in or out of this trailer,” she ordered, flicking the gun in the direction of the door.
Jared moved slowly, his hands raised, toward the door, the gun focused on him as he moved. Jared didn’t dare make any sudden movements as he moved to lock the door, snick echoing in his head. He slowly tried to move back toward the kitchen, his phone resting silently on the counter.
“Good, don’t worry Jared, there is nothing to worry about, everything will be okay now,” She smiled, looking so innocent.
“I don’t know what you mean. Please, just put the gun down,” Jared tried to reason.
“I’m sorry, it can’t.”
“People will be coming here soon. There are people all over the place; you won’t get away with anything. Just tell me what’s wrong and maybe we can fix it, without guns,” Jared pled.
“I don’t need to get away with anything. Now quiet,” she ordered, tossing Jared a pair of handcuffs, “lock yourself to that,” she indicated, once again flicking the gun, towards the cabinets.
Jared suppressed a whimper before following her orders. He locked the handcuff around his left wrist before locking the other end to the cabinet door. His eyes tracked her precise movements as she walked up to him, still smiling, and tightened the cuff around his wrist, the cold metal starting to dig into his tanned skin. Jared tried to rattle the chain slightly when she turned her back, but as soon as he did, she whipped around, pointing the gun right back at him.
“Don’t try it; there’s no point,” she said.
“Please, why are you doing this? For money? Because you think I’m my character? You want my children? What?!” Jared cried, not letting her see any tears though.
“Ha! You think I’m some psycho fan?” she spat. “No, it’s none of that,” she shook her head.
“Then what?”
“Watch your mouth or else...” she warned.
Jared pressed his lips together, shaking in his spot; he didn’t dare say another word. The room filled with silence, the girl in front of him pacing the short length of his trailer, but nothing else was happening. Until the door knob rattled.
Jensen! No, please, no, just turn away, go! Jared begged in his head. He heard the key being slot into the hole and heard it slide around, unlocking the door. The girl watched the door, gun raised and ready, a smirk set firmly into her face.
“Please...” Jared whispered; his plea unheard as the door swung open.
“Jay?” Jensen called, walking in with his head lowered. He lifted his head and took in the sight before him. Jensen’s eye widened almost comically, taking in the scene: the gun now pointing at his chest and Jared locked to the kitchen.
“Come in and lock the door behind you,” she smiled. “This is just perfect,” she added to herself.
Jensen numbly did as he was told, his hands shaking as he tried to relock the door before he turned around and faced the young woman once more. “What’s... what’s going on?” he asked, his voice shaking as much as his hands were.
“Nothing, nothing at all, this was only meant to be for Jared, but you’ll do nicely, too,” she smiled, her whole face lighting up.
“Please, just let him go. You don’t need him; you have me. You said it was me, please. Please!” Jared begged, pulling at the cuffs and trying to break free. In the back of his mind, Jared was surprised by how strong the fixtures were; he had expected something cheap, but this was anything but.
“Hush now, Jared, you play nice, and everything thing will be just fine,” she said, her gun now trained back on the larger man. “Sit, Jensen, you can watch,” she added, pointing towards the couch.
Jensen collapsed onto the couch in a daze. None of this was making sense to him, and it wasn’t because of the lack of coffee this morning. “Why?” he croaked out, slamming his lips shut when she swung around to face him again.
“You two really want to know why I’m doing this? It isn’t for money, or anything like that, no. This? This is just simple revenge!” she laughed. “Everything I hear about, at home, at work, it’s Supernatural this and Supernatural that. And worst of all, everything out of my boyfriend’s mouth, my ex-boyfriend’s mouth was Jared this and Jared that! No more!” she turned and walked back towards Jared, the younger man shrinking away from the tiny female in front of him, “you made my boyfriend fall in love with you. He doesn’t love me anymore, and it’s all your fault, so... revenge!” she said as if it were obvious.
Jared didn’t know what to say or do. This person was obviously unwell in the head, off her meds or something. It just wasn’t right. Why him? Why today? He had so many questions running through his mind, but no answers for them. Today... it was looking worse.
o.O
The feeling in Chris’ stomach mounted throughout the morning. He ignored all his calls in favour of simply curling up in his bed and shutting out the world. His eyes were drooping and sleep was calling him, ready to cave when his body suddenly jerked, and he found himself sitting up, panting and sweating, trying to pull in desperately needed oxygen into his starved lungs.
‘What’s going on?’ he thought to himself as he struggled to regain his breath.
Chris slowly rose from his bed and stumbled into the bathroom, barely sparing himself a moment to look in the mirror. He quickly turned on the cold water and splashed some onto his face before grabbing the towel and holding it against his face. Chris breathed in deeply, holding it in, before slowly letting it out. He looked up into the mirror and realised how badly he looked. He was pale, and sweat was dripping from his temples down the sides of his face.
He walked back into the bedroom and picked up his phone. He scrolled through the missed calls and suddenly, realised that there was one missed call from Jared. He clicked the voice mail and allowed Jared’s voice to sooth him some.
“Hey, Chris, it's me, just calling to see how you were, call me...” it said. Chris smiled before redialling the number, talking to Jared, even for just a moment, was sure to help.
‘.‘
Jared’s phone vibrated on the countertop, breaking the girl’s rant. Jared could see his screen, ‘Chris’ flashing on it, letting him know who was calling. Jared’s facade crumbled slightly at seeing Chris’ call. The shock of what was happening had prevented him from thinking about what would happen after everything was over. His parents, siblings, Chris, what would happen to them?
The girl walked up to the phone and immediately rejected the call, something Jared would never do. “There will be no more of that!” she said before switching it off. “Now, if anyone knocks on the door, I want you to act normally and say that you’ll be there in a minute,” she told Jensen, “Understood?” she added when Jensen did nothing but stare at the floor.
“Y-yeah...” he mumbled, nodding slightly and raising his gaze to meet hers.
“Good. Now, Jared... what to do with you,” she asked herself, the smile ever present. She closed in on the larger man, completely unafraid, and caressed his cheek as would a lover. “So beautiful, it’s a shame really,” she sighed, her nails digging into his skin.
“Just get it over and done with then! You’d have gotten rid of me and that will be it!” Jared begged; he knew it was the cowardly thing to do, but he just wanted Jensen safe.
“No, this... teasing you like this, is so much more fun!” she laughed, the laughter echoing around the two men causing them to cringe.
“Boys?” came a call from outside, “You’re needed on set in ten!” the PA said waiting for a response.
The intruder looked over her shoulder waiting for Jensen’s answer, however when none came, she stormed over to him, gun held up. Jensen flinched under her movement; his eyes flicking up to meet hers again before he squeezed them shut again, the gun spinning in the small hands and being raised ready to strike rather than shoot, “answer her!” she hissed.
“Y-yeah! We’ll... we’ll be there!” Jensen forced.
“Is everything alright in there?” the PA asked.
Jensen looked at the young girl before him and shook his head; he couldn’t do it. Everyone always thought about what they would do in these situations. Of course, you think you’re going to be brave and face up to the attacker, sacrifice your life for someone else, be the hero, but when thrust into the dangerous scenario, it becomes painfully obvious how untrue all of that really is. He was scared, plain and simple. He wanted to wake up any moment now and for all this to have been just one big, bad dream.
“Jensen? Jared?” the PA asked again.
Jared fought with his restraints, pulling at it without registering the warm, wet feeling running down his arm. With all his strength and power, Jared ripped away from the cabinet, rushing towards his attacker and surprising her. She heard all the noise Jared was making and spun around just in time to see him rush towards her.
The shot rang out loud and clear, deafening the men in the trailer and alerting anyone near by. Screams and shouts were distantly registered in the back of Jensen’s mind, but all either man could think about was the gun going off, so much louder than their prop guns.
Jared hurled his body towards the girl’s, tackling her towards the ground and fighting for the gun, another shot ringing out in the wrestle for control. The girl screamed and kicked out before the door was kicked in and two burly guards came rushing in. The gun skittered off to the side, someone kicking it away, and the girl was pulled up by the guards, and restrained, forcibly being removed from the room, cursing and fighting all the way out.
And just like that, it was over.
O.O
Chris’ heart clenched. Jared rejected his call and had turned off his phone, not something he did even while in the middle of filming a scene. His heart clenched again, and then, his stomach dropped. Something didn’t feel right. He stared down at his phone, willing it to ring before hurling it against a wall. The phone splintered into pieces as he sank down to the ground. Something was wrong.
;.;
“Jensen?” Jared whispered.
“Jay?” Jensen replied.
Both men were in shock. Everything had happened so fast, and now, it was all over. The girl had been taken away, and everything was fine.
“Jen... please... call Chris...” Jared begged, his voice becoming soft.
“Jay?” Jensen questioned, looking down at his best friend.
Jared sat on the floor, the kitchen’s cabinet door still attached to his wrist by the handcuff and his large hand clutching at his stomach. Jared’s head was hung low and his breathing sounded almost forced. Jensen looked his friend over more closely. Jared, who had jumped from his place in order to save Jensen, was pale, and sweat was gleaming from his face.
“Please,” Jared begged once more, dropping his hands slowly revealing the blood that now soaked his hands and clothing.
“Jay!” Jensen yelled, his eyes widening before he sprung to his friend’s side, catching the younger man before he fell to the ground. “It’s okay... it’s okay...”
Jensen yelled for an ambulance, frantically calling for help. He thought he heard sirens in the distance, but the only thing he was certain of was that Jared needed him.
“Please...” Jared sighed before closing his eyes, his heartbeat slowing to nothing.
x.x
Chaos.
The whole world around them is in chaos. People are milling around the trailer, rushing in and out, questions are being thrown at them, and phones are ringing off the hook. But neither Jensen nor Jared registers any of it. Jensen is sitting on his legs, holding his friend’s head up as he begs Jared to stay awake, to stay alive. Jared is in a world of his own. The pain radiated from his abdomen, spreading throughout his body, numbing him completely; words and sounds are washing over him. The darkness is encroaching, and it scares him. The last thing he thinks of is how much he wants to see Chris just one more time.
The paramedics rush in not long after, relieving Jensen of his position as they work to stabilise the fallen man. They call out medical terms to one another, strapping on an oxygen mask and applying pressure to Jared’s middle before lifting him up onto the stretcher. Jared’s cuffed arm falls off the side; the cabinet clattering against the solid ground before one of the paramedics carefully picks it up and places it over Jared’s legs, taking it along with them.
Jensen fights to go along, but he isn’t injured in any way; he is in no emergency and is left behind, watching from afar as Jared is loaded and driven away. Jensen stood back and watched the vehicle drive off without him. He had his phone clutched in his hand and was already dialling Chris’ number when someone walked up beside him. Jensen’s first reaction was to flinch, but looking up, he saw Eric Kripke standing there, worry lines etched into his forehead.
“Come on; let’s get you to the hospital. You can make calls when we get you checked out,” he said gently, carefully leading Jensen to his own car.
The ride was silent and awkward. The phone still in Jensen’s hand as his mind went over everything that had happened that morning, but still nothing made sense. It had been a good start, Jared calling him as per usual, making sure he was getting up. And then the crazy girl in the trailer. Jensen didn’t think anything of it when Jared’s trailer door had been locked, but now, he wished he had, at least, to have been a little bit more prepared.
At the hospital, he was checked over by some elderly lady and declared fine, a little bit shocked, but no injuries or damage. He had asked about Jared and was only told that he had arrived. Jensen sighed and walked out of the building, walking past Eric and the other heads of the show to make the most important call. He dialled Chris’ number and waited.
6.6
Chris jumps when his home phone rings. He scrambles up off the floor and snatches it up before it has a chance to stop. “Yes?” he asks, forgetting all his manners.
“Chris? Is that you? It’s Jensen.”
“Oh,” Chris replied dejectedly, “Hey, man, what’s up?” he asked.
“Chris, man, do you think you could get up here somehow? Like as soon as possible?” Jensen asked, not wanting to say what he had to.
“Uh, I could probably get a day off or something, why?” he asked nervously biting on his lower lip.
“It’s Jared... Chris something happened this morning...”
“What, Jensen? Just tell me, what’s wrong with Jared?” Chris asked urgently.
“There was a gun...” and that was all he needed to say.
“Oh, God. Fuck, okay, I’m coming, I’ll be there, just... is he?” Chris asked, his mind racing. He knew today would be bad, his legs buckling under him.
“He was alive when the paramedics came, but they wouldn’t let me go with him,” Jensen explained, “just get here. He’s going to need you when he comes around. And he will come around,” Jensen urged.
“Yeah... yeah of course he will. I’ll see you soon, Jensen, watch out for my boy,” Chris asked before hanging up on Jensen.
“Of course, man, of course. Just get here,” Jensen begged.
Chris’ mind was racing. Jared was hurt, shot and there was nothing Chris could do but catch a flight up to meet Jared, hours after everything has happened and just hope for the best. He wasn’t there to protect the man he loved; he wasn’t there to hold his lover, to make sure that he fought. Chris didn’t pack anything, just made a few calls and grabbed a few of his few personal belongings before leaving the house. It wouldn’t be long until he could be by Jared’s side, then they could start working on making things right, together.
Chris knew, upon waking, that today was going to be a bad day.
9.9 Chapter Two