Let the Devil Down - Prologue
See, and this would be the part where my readers smack me in the head because of getting a move on with the stuff already on my to-do list, I take on more stuff.
Good news for you: I finally figured out something for the outsider-verse that intrigues me enough to actually finish it, and I'll try to get that done by the end of the week. (Dead week rocks my socks.) Mockingbird VIII is definitely not in that stage yet, but I'll try to keep on my toes about that, as well.
So huge apologies to my fanfiction readers, but there was this bunny one night that not just kept me awake but also bred and multiplied (all on its own); so here it is, for the first time ever, bad_peppermint-RPS!
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Title: Let the Devil Down
Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Jared/others, Jensen/others
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't think this ever happened. I sure hope it didn't.
Notes/Warnings: Implied rape, implied dub-con, violence, angst, underage sex and drinking, and lots of math.
Faith is also an issue. It's not my faith, and I'm not trying to beat you over the head with a message; it's just a part of the character.
Also, if parts of this sound familiar to you, it's probably some other fic that snuck its way in. Apologies in advance, it's not intentional. I just read too much RPS.
This fic is yet unbeta-ed. If you're interested, please let me know. ^^
It's AU! AU! I totally forgot to mention that. :S
Summary: Six years ago, Jensen broke one promise, made one stupid mistake. It's been haunting him ever since.
Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue
Let the Devil Down
Prologue
Six years ago.
Thursday.
Sunlight filters through the treetops, crooked and bent in the heat. The ground seems to glisten with it, bright and glaring. Jensen blinks lazily, feeling very much like a cat in the midday sun, and just as eager to move. The springs of the worn-out couches that some idiot dumped out in the woods dig into Jensen's back. He remembers stumbling across them one bored afternoon in junior high, turning them upright and arranging them with Sophia and Justin, all giddy and thrilled about their find.
The couches have seen a lot since then, booze and smoke and awkward fumbling, and the secluded clearing about half an hour's walk from the edge of town has become somewhat of a second home for Jensen. This is where he first necked with Soph and, when that didn't work out, with Adam. This is where he flees to when the disappointed stares from his parents and neighbors and teachers become too much. Where he's not 'that Ackles kid' or 'that troublemaker' but just Jensen, Jensen who's chill and fun and where people actually give a damn about his opinion. Because outside of this little safety bubble he's created for himself, there's only one place, one person who can make him feel like that.
Jensen shifts a little to get to that tear in the threadbare fabric where he stashes his cigarettes. Sophia, sprawled across his chest, smiles lazily and turns pleading eyes on him until he, a cigarette already between his lips, gives in and hands her one too.
They share his fire. Sophia sighs as she settles back down, free hand twirling in her hair as smoke curls out of her nostrils. He knows she's thinking about school, chem or physics, something like that, because only scientific laws can put a crease like that between her eyebrows, and she mentioned something about a test or quiz tomorrow earlier.
She catches his eye and grins, and Jensen glances over at the other couch. Justin, Marc and Spencer appear to be having a bit of a sausage fest, giggling over a blunt.
Jensen shakes his head a little - and he's supposed to be the one into guys - and closes his eyes, breathes in the smell of Sophia's shampoo (lotus and coconut, some weird new mix) and allows his thoughts to drift off. To indulge in fantasies about golden skin and dark eyes that he knows he can't ever say out loud.
Sunlight flickers across his closed eyelids. He hums a little under his breath, smiling when Soph nudges his battered Converse with her own. She tilts her head upward, giving him a small, soon-to-be-bracefree smile. Sophia keeps pushing him about becoming a singer, but Jensen's not deluding himself. He manages to survive in smalltown Texas as the gay kid and a troublemaker, but even his skills wouldn't save his ass if he sang.
"How 'bout we just ask the fag," Spencer's voice cuts through his bitter musings. The three guys look over expectantly, and Spencer explains, "Who has a bigger dick, Marc or Ned the quarterback?"
Sophia stifles a snort against his shoulder as Jensen rolls his eyes.
"You know," he calls back, "for a pseudo-straight guy, you spend an unhealthy amount of time obsessing over Ned. What was it last week, his abs?"
"Whatever, fag," Marc retorts lazily.
Jensen flicks him off.
"You're just jealous 'cause I get to stroke smooth, hard muscle," he says with a leer, "feel hard, calloused fingers prying me open--"
He laughs when Marc clamps his hands down over his ears and begs, "No more, please!" and Sophia slaps his arm in disgust.
"God, you fucker," she says, "that's gross!"
Jensen pulls her closer and presses a kiss onto her forehead.
"You know you love me."
The witty retort he knows is coming is cut off by Justin's curse and an annoyed "Get lost, kid!"
Jensen whips his head around.
Sure enough, there he is. Limbs way too long for a thirteen-year-old and skinny as chicken legs, dark hair in his eyes. Jensen's throat closes and his heartbeat quickens.
He sits up slightly, arms closing around Sophia so she doesn't slide off. He wants to call "What's up, Jay?" all casual cool, but those dark eyes make him speechless.
Justin flicks an empty beer can in the direction where Jay is standing at the tree line, just standing there, watching.
"Come on, kid, beat it!"
Jay turns dark eyes on Jensen, expression both so open it hurts and completely unreadable; Jensen isn't sure if he wants wrap Jared up in a hug or beat Justin over the head repeatedly.
He just kind of smiles apologetically, giving a little half-shrug and Jared keeps staring for a moment before turning and disappearing into the undergrowth.
"Jesus, Jen," Justin says, covering a cough by taking another drag of the blunt, "Why do you hang out with the kid anyway?"
Jensen watches the still and silent brush and ignores him.
He usually just says Jared is his neighbor and people nod like that explains everything, even though it doesn't mean anything at all. The truth is, Jensen hangs out with Jared because Jared is his best friend. Yes, Jay is still a kid and Jensen is already seventeen, and he has Sophia and Justin and even Marc and Spencer, the idiots, but it's Jay who has instant coffee and Tekken for him when the world hates him, and those dimples he shows when he just annihilated Jensen. And despite the bible-thumping and the recurring announcements of all the horrible things that are going to happen to Jensen, Jay's presence makes Jensen all warm and fuzzy inside. And he just wants to wrap the kid up in a blanket and shield him from the world forever. To always see that spark of adoration in those puppy eyes, and if having that means taking some shit from his friends, then Jensen is more than willing to do that.
Even if it does make him think sappy shit like that.
~
>Part 1
Feedback is love!
Good news for you: I finally figured out something for the outsider-verse that intrigues me enough to actually finish it, and I'll try to get that done by the end of the week. (Dead week rocks my socks.) Mockingbird VIII is definitely not in that stage yet, but I'll try to keep on my toes about that, as well.
So huge apologies to my fanfiction readers, but there was this bunny one night that not just kept me awake but also bred and multiplied (all on its own); so here it is, for the first time ever, bad_peppermint-RPS!
~
Title: Let the Devil Down
Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Jared/others, Jensen/others
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't think this ever happened. I sure hope it didn't.
Notes/Warnings: Implied rape, implied dub-con, violence, angst, underage sex and drinking, and lots of math.
Faith is also an issue. It's not my faith, and I'm not trying to beat you over the head with a message; it's just a part of the character.
Also, if parts of this sound familiar to you, it's probably some other fic that snuck its way in. Apologies in advance, it's not intentional. I just read too much RPS.
This fic is yet unbeta-ed. If you're interested, please let me know. ^^
It's AU! AU! I totally forgot to mention that. :S
Summary: Six years ago, Jensen broke one promise, made one stupid mistake. It's been haunting him ever since.
Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue
Let the Devil Down
Prologue
Six years ago.
Thursday.
Sunlight filters through the treetops, crooked and bent in the heat. The ground seems to glisten with it, bright and glaring. Jensen blinks lazily, feeling very much like a cat in the midday sun, and just as eager to move. The springs of the worn-out couches that some idiot dumped out in the woods dig into Jensen's back. He remembers stumbling across them one bored afternoon in junior high, turning them upright and arranging them with Sophia and Justin, all giddy and thrilled about their find.
The couches have seen a lot since then, booze and smoke and awkward fumbling, and the secluded clearing about half an hour's walk from the edge of town has become somewhat of a second home for Jensen. This is where he first necked with Soph and, when that didn't work out, with Adam. This is where he flees to when the disappointed stares from his parents and neighbors and teachers become too much. Where he's not 'that Ackles kid' or 'that troublemaker' but just Jensen, Jensen who's chill and fun and where people actually give a damn about his opinion. Because outside of this little safety bubble he's created for himself, there's only one place, one person who can make him feel like that.
Jensen shifts a little to get to that tear in the threadbare fabric where he stashes his cigarettes. Sophia, sprawled across his chest, smiles lazily and turns pleading eyes on him until he, a cigarette already between his lips, gives in and hands her one too.
They share his fire. Sophia sighs as she settles back down, free hand twirling in her hair as smoke curls out of her nostrils. He knows she's thinking about school, chem or physics, something like that, because only scientific laws can put a crease like that between her eyebrows, and she mentioned something about a test or quiz tomorrow earlier.
She catches his eye and grins, and Jensen glances over at the other couch. Justin, Marc and Spencer appear to be having a bit of a sausage fest, giggling over a blunt.
Jensen shakes his head a little - and he's supposed to be the one into guys - and closes his eyes, breathes in the smell of Sophia's shampoo (lotus and coconut, some weird new mix) and allows his thoughts to drift off. To indulge in fantasies about golden skin and dark eyes that he knows he can't ever say out loud.
Sunlight flickers across his closed eyelids. He hums a little under his breath, smiling when Soph nudges his battered Converse with her own. She tilts her head upward, giving him a small, soon-to-be-bracefree smile. Sophia keeps pushing him about becoming a singer, but Jensen's not deluding himself. He manages to survive in smalltown Texas as the gay kid and a troublemaker, but even his skills wouldn't save his ass if he sang.
"How 'bout we just ask the fag," Spencer's voice cuts through his bitter musings. The three guys look over expectantly, and Spencer explains, "Who has a bigger dick, Marc or Ned the quarterback?"
Sophia stifles a snort against his shoulder as Jensen rolls his eyes.
"You know," he calls back, "for a pseudo-straight guy, you spend an unhealthy amount of time obsessing over Ned. What was it last week, his abs?"
"Whatever, fag," Marc retorts lazily.
Jensen flicks him off.
"You're just jealous 'cause I get to stroke smooth, hard muscle," he says with a leer, "feel hard, calloused fingers prying me open--"
He laughs when Marc clamps his hands down over his ears and begs, "No more, please!" and Sophia slaps his arm in disgust.
"God, you fucker," she says, "that's gross!"
Jensen pulls her closer and presses a kiss onto her forehead.
"You know you love me."
The witty retort he knows is coming is cut off by Justin's curse and an annoyed "Get lost, kid!"
Jensen whips his head around.
Sure enough, there he is. Limbs way too long for a thirteen-year-old and skinny as chicken legs, dark hair in his eyes. Jensen's throat closes and his heartbeat quickens.
He sits up slightly, arms closing around Sophia so she doesn't slide off. He wants to call "What's up, Jay?" all casual cool, but those dark eyes make him speechless.
Justin flicks an empty beer can in the direction where Jay is standing at the tree line, just standing there, watching.
"Come on, kid, beat it!"
Jay turns dark eyes on Jensen, expression both so open it hurts and completely unreadable; Jensen isn't sure if he wants wrap Jared up in a hug or beat Justin over the head repeatedly.
He just kind of smiles apologetically, giving a little half-shrug and Jared keeps staring for a moment before turning and disappearing into the undergrowth.
"Jesus, Jen," Justin says, covering a cough by taking another drag of the blunt, "Why do you hang out with the kid anyway?"
Jensen watches the still and silent brush and ignores him.
He usually just says Jared is his neighbor and people nod like that explains everything, even though it doesn't mean anything at all. The truth is, Jensen hangs out with Jared because Jared is his best friend. Yes, Jay is still a kid and Jensen is already seventeen, and he has Sophia and Justin and even Marc and Spencer, the idiots, but it's Jay who has instant coffee and Tekken for him when the world hates him, and those dimples he shows when he just annihilated Jensen. And despite the bible-thumping and the recurring announcements of all the horrible things that are going to happen to Jensen, Jay's presence makes Jensen all warm and fuzzy inside. And he just wants to wrap the kid up in a blanket and shield him from the world forever. To always see that spark of adoration in those puppy eyes, and if having that means taking some shit from his friends, then Jensen is more than willing to do that.
Even if it does make him think sappy shit like that.
~
>Part 1
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