The Next Texan face 14/?
Title: The next Texan face 14/?
Pairing: need I even say?
Rating: NC-17 (in later chapters)
Disclaimer: all that follows is fictional
Summary: Jared is a contestant on a game show. Jensen is the host.
Banner: by the amtamburo
Warnings: This fic is incomplete because freakn_out never finished it.
Hey guys, I've really missed you, and missed lj, missed the BOYS, missed the whole season 4 so far (okay, now I'm just depressing myself) anyway I'm back MWAHAHA *evil laughter* Ok, fine I'm hyper, I just got back from an awesome hike, so ya, anyway. Right, where was I? Okay, so I'm back now, getting my exam results next week so hopefully my masochism will have paid off.Got a lot of stories going on right now, I can't say much, but there's a military one, an elevator one, an animal transformation one, a vulnerable!sam one (for any wincesters), and yeah a couple more, but they're all still in progress, and I've decided I don't want to keep you guys hanging for updates like I have with this one and The Artist and Crash, so I'll only post them when they're completed. If you want to read some, (add your own input to the development) that'd be great, you can just drop me a message or something. Right, anyway, Ill shut up now
“Dude! What was that about?” Mike’s face is positively gleeful, at least it is until his eyes land on my depressing form, “Jared, what happened, I swear to God, I’ll kill him, I’ll roast him on a spit’ I’ll-”“Mike, cut it out. Mike sends an evil glare towards Tom but falls silent.
Soph approaches slowly, “What the hell were you thinking, you stupid, stubborn idiot? Swimming with an ankle that bad?”
I don’t feel like fighting anymore. I don’t feel like anything but sleep. Letting out a heavy sigh, all I can manage is, “I’m sorry, guys. It was idiotic and childish and whatever the hell else you wanna call it, okay. But it’s done. It’s happened and please guys, I just want to sleep?” I end off in a plea.
Tom ruffles my hair gently, “Okay, kid. Just, you know, if you wanna talk or anything, you know where to find us.”
“Thanks, Tom.”
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She doesn’t say a word, she just storms up to me, grabs a fistful of shirt and yanks me after her, away from the camp, passed many curious stares.
“Uh, that’s flattering, Sophie, but you’re really not my type.”
The spins around, “Oh, and Jay is?”
Suddenly realising where this is going, I square my shoulders, “What do you want, Sophie?”
“I want you to tell me what the hell happened to my boy! I know I haven’t known him for that long, but I know him well enough to know that he doesn’t just give up. I’ve never seen him look so wrecked, and I’m not just talking about his ankle. What the hell did you do?”
Turning away from her anger, I stare out at the rising mountains, the dipping valleys, the crystal clear sky, it’s all so pointless now. She comes to stand beside me, and continues in a softer voice, “Look, I don’t know what went down between you two, but that hug I saw in there, the look on your face, the look on his face. I know there’s something there. I just don’t understand why Jay was so upset. Why were you apologising? I mean, sure you could have been apologising from a tv-host’s role to a contestant injured on your show, but that wouldn’t explain the hug, that wouldn’t explain why he lights up every goddamn time you enter a room-”
“What?” that catches my attention, “He does what?”
Sophie shakes her head, “He gets a goofy look on his face, just happy, plain, pure happiness if I ever saw it. Now all I want to know, is what the fuck did you do to screw that up?”
Just like with Jeff, I can’t bring myself to lie, “I kissed him.”
She doesn’t even look vaguely surprised, “Okay, and what, he let you down ‘cause he has a girlfriend?”
I cringe before replying, “He’d just broken up with her.”
Still eerily unfazed, Sophia shrugs, “Okay, so you kissed him. Jared wouldn’t get upset over that, he’s not the type.”
“He didn’t get upset, that’s thing. He kissed me back. He kissed me and… and then he jarred his leg and woke me up from my dream world.”
“Maybe he likes you, still doesn’t explain why he’s got fucking tear tracks down his cheeks.”
“Don’t you understand? I kissed him! I kissed a straight man when he was vulnerable! God, what kind of an idiot am I? Sophie, don’t you fucking get it? I fell in love with someone who is completely out of bounds! How could I be so fucking stupid? How could I be so fucking selfish?” And then I stop dead, both mine and Sophie’s mouths slightly open at my confession.
“Fuck,” I run my hand back through my hair,
“Love? You… you love him?”
As if her saying it out loud makes the reality hit me, my eyes begin to prickle. I whisper quietly, “Can you blame me? Is anyone immune?”
She pulls me to sit beside her in the grass, our feet dangling over the edge of the steep slope. “I’m sorry for shouting at you.”
I choke on my laugh, “I deserved it.”
“But why… why is he so upset? I mean it’s not like you traumatised him or anything, not if he kissed you back.”
I stare blankly at the swooping eagles, “I don’t know. When I told him I was sorry, he stared at me for a long time before asking if I was. Of course I am sorry, I took advantage of his vulnerable state, I-”
She lets out a combination of a growl and a shriek, “Oh my God, you are such an idiot, Ackles! He likes you. Fuck, he likes you, Ackles. Did you ever think of that? That maybe he wanted to kiss you back? That maybe he doesn’t regret it and… oh, you fucking idiot, now you practically told him it didn’t mean anything to you, and you’ve probably broken the boys heart, not to mention self-esteem, what with his bitch of a girlfriend, and uuurgh, you are such a fucking idiot!”
“What are you talking about, Sophie?”
She yanks me up, beginning to drag me towards the camp, “Did you ever stop to ask him how he feels? Did you ever ask him whether he wants you like that? Did you ever stop to consider the fact that he might like you as much as he likes you? God you are such idiots!”
She keeps ranting until we reach the medic-tent, where we are told off for making a racket and told not to come back till tomorrow, ‘the patient needs his rest.’
“Sophie, Sophie! Lay off, okay? What happens if you’re wrong? Huh? What happens then?”
“Are you such a chickenshit that you can’t even take a risk that could mean you have Jared for the rest of your life? If you don’t think he’s worth it, then you might as well not try, and just run from everything that could make you happier than you’ve ever been.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“Yeah, but I’ve seen enough of Jared, and if you don’t think he’s worth it, then you have no fucking right to even talk to him. I swear to God, Ackles, if you hurt him again, I will gut you.”
“Woah, am I interrupting something?” Sophie pulls back from where she was pressing me against the wall, and we both turn our heads towards Tom.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, I was just letting Jen know that he’s a fucking coward.”
Mike winces as he enters after Tom, “Dude, what the hell did you do to piss the viper off?”
“Ha ha,” she says dryly, wiping imaginary dust particles from her shirt. To me, she asks, “Do you want me to tell them or do you have enough backbone to tell them yourself?”
“Sophie…” her glare silences me, and I find myself eying her long nails warily.
I clear my throat, eyes looking anywhere but at the two guys, “Uh, I….”
She butts in, “Jensen’s in love with Jared. He kissed him, Jay kissed back, Jensen freaked-”
“-I did not freak!”
“- and ran like the stupid girl that he is, and Jared was left feeling miserable after just being used by two people he cared for, and then Jay goes off… why’d he go canoeing with Jeff?”
I stare glumly at the wall, “Before I…” clearing my throat I continue, “Before I kissed him, I figured he was feeling kinda low ‘cause of his ankle, so I told him we could go canoeing,” a smile faintly swims across my lips, “he was so happy with the plan. Then I kissed him and messed it all up and asked Jeff to take him instead.”
I don’t see the flying hand until it’s too late, “Ouch, Sophie! What the fuck?”
“You stupid moron, how could you just…. Urrhgnn…. Men!”
“Hey, what did we do?” Mike’s wounded voice asks.
“You exist. That alone is enough to be sentenced for life!” is Sophie’s steamy reply.
“Ouch. You wound me, Ms Lane.”
Just as Sophie’s about to come up with another snaky reply, Tom thankfully interrupts, “Okay, okay. Let’s take it easy, okay. After we’d got Jared back to himself you can continue, but first we need to come up with a plan of action.”
“How’re we gonna do that?” I ask helplessly.
The room falls silent, everyone lost to their own thoughts.
His warmth is solid behind me, wrapped around me like a cocoon I never want to leave. His gentle puffs of air tickle the back of my neck, sending tingles down my spine. A warm arm slides around me, pressing me closer to him, pressing my hand over my pounding heartbeat. Lean, muscular legs bracket me, his warmth seeping through the thin material of his slacks. We fit. Perfectly.
“Dude! You are so out of it!”
“Huh?” I look up, meeting three pairs of knowing eyes, “Oh, I was just…”
“Daydreaming about Prince Charming?”
“Shuttup,” I mutter from behind my blush.
Mike grins, “Soooo, Jenny-boy… just how much do you like this kid? ‘Cause, you know he’s a hottie. I wouldn’t mind-”
Even though I know he’s playing, I still rise to the bait, “Shut it, Rosie.”
“Oooh, someone’s jealous.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that?”
“Aww, that’s so adorable! Whittle Jenny’s practicing his role of jealous boyfriend.”
It’s only because Tom grabs Mike in a headlock that I don’t punch the guy.
“Guys!” Sophie’s one yell has us all freezing where we are and slowly, ever so slowly, turning towards her, being sure not to startle the viper with any sudden movements. “Cut it out, you idiots.” She claps us each over the head and then stomps away, fumes practically coming out of her ears.
We stare after her for a few seconds before Mike breaks the silence with a low whistle, “I think I just found my worst nightmare.