Supernatural: If I could have just a taste of you (Jensen/Colin Ford AU) 9/?
Summary, disclaimer etc in chapter 1.
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 14/15 in this fic)
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[Read more]Chapter 9
Chris can hardly believe his ears, Jensen can’t have meant what he just said, surely! “Say what, now?” he asks in disbelief.
Jensen is frozen to the spot, eyes wide with shock. His friend makes no move to answer him and Chris takes a step forward and waves a hand in front of Jensen’s face. Nothing, so he gently reaches out to Jensen’s shoulder, hesitantly as you would with a frightened animal, “Jen?”
Eventually Jensen blinks and takes a step back, wincing as if Chris’s touch physically pains him, “I gotta go,” he rasps, looking around frantically for his jacket and keys.
Chris cuts him off before he can get to the door, “Hey, you’re going nowhere, Jenny, you’re not in any fit state. Sit!” he demands, firmly guiding his friend back to the sofa. Jensen doesn’t put up any kind of resistance, simply sits down and stares at the coffee table. Something’s wrong, Chris has never seen Jensen acting like this and he’s starting to get worried.
Chris sits on the coffee table opposite Jensen and waits for him to speak. His friend opens his mouth countless times, as if trying to find the right words, but says nothing for a long time. Eventually the younger man looks at him and as if that one action is what breaks him, he hunches forward and sobs. He’s quiet, his shoulders shaking and tears pouring down his face. Chris is desperate for answers, but the twist of pain in his chest from seeing his friend so broken means his lecture will have to wait.
Eventually, Jensen is sniffing quietly, wiping tears and snot from his face. He’s visibly shaken but seems calmer now, the look on his face telling Chris that he’s resigned to having the conversation whether he wants to or not.
“Sorry,” he says with a shrug, “guess that’s been a long time coming.” Chris isn’t sure whether Jensen means the crying, the situation with Colin, or the one with Jared. He suspects it’s a combination of everything, as well as the alcohol Jensen’s put away.
Chris sighs deeply, readying himself for the conversation because this isn’t exactly easy for him, either. He doesn’t want to believe that his best friend could be stupid enough to be screwing a teenager. He pushes up from the table and moves around the other side of it, folds his arms across his chest and looks at Jensen, expectantly, “You gotta talk to me, man, explain what the fuck you just said!”
Jensen shrugs and Chris is annoyed by the gesture, how casual it seems under the circumstances, but keeps his annoyance to himself…for now.
Jensen pours himself another shot and drinks it before continuing. “What’s to explain? You want all the gory details?” his voice is dripping with sarcasm. He sighs then, pinching the bridge of his nose, “sorry, that was out of order.”
“Ya think?” Chris snaps.
Jensen offers a weak smile and scoots forward on the couch, pours another shot but doesn’t drink it, as if he’s saving it for courage later. Chris isn’t sure whether more booze is a good idea, but he doesn’t want to break Jensen’s seemingly relaxed posture. He knows Jensen is anything but relaxed, but he looks so lost, so Chris doesn’t comment.
“Where do you want me to start?”
“Better start at the beginning,” Chris sits on the arm of his chair, “and you’re gonna have to be honest with me, son.”
Jensen nods, “Yeah, I know and I will.”
Chris’ stomach twists, this conversation could be about to change their relationship forever. He can’t help but wonder if Jen’s been keeping a secret from him about his sexual preferences all these years, and if so, wouldn't - shouldn't - Chris have noticed? He shakes it off, he’ll have time for questions later.
§
Jensen stares at the floor trying to find the words to sum up what’s been going on in his life and his head for the last year. His head is swimming, he’s furious with himself for letting his mouth run away with him about Colin, but at the same time, he’s relieved. He’s been trying to wrap his head around this thing for months, so maybe actually saying the words out loud will help. To Chris is probably seems like it came out of nowhere, but Jensen’s been keeping his feelings in all this time and he was going to have to discuss it sooner or later.
“You already know about things between me and Jared…”
Chris shakes his head, “Actually, no I don’t. I know things have been rough but you never told me details, I figured you would when you were ready.”
Jensen realises then that Chris is right, there’d been so many things that he’d thought that can of worms was best left tightly sealed. “I don’t know where to start with that, man. We just…drifted, I guess. I can’t think of any one thing that set it off, it’s like it was everything and anything,” he rubs his temples and tries to think about timescales, “Things started changing a year ago, probably a little more. Going back to school was the only thing Jared wanted and it was hard at first, you know? All the studying, me working extra to cover the money Jared lost from cutting his hours at the book store.”
“You said you were fine with him going back,” Chris said, his tone gentle, almost prompting.
“I was fine with it, I still am, it’s what he wants and I support that. He’s got balls to do it, it’s not easy being ten years older than everyone else,” Jensen thinks back to how Jared was scared and excited about it all for practically his first month, and feels himself smiling even now at Jared’s enthusiasm, and how it never wavered. It’s so typically Jared to throw himself into it with everything he’s got, it’s one of the things Jensen loves about him. “I was so proud of him, you know?” He doesn’t look at Chris now, it’s easier to just keep going. “There’s no denying that it took a toll, though. We were both tired all the time, it was an effort to go out like we used to, even just for dinner or a movie. We started fighting all the time and knowing that we both should make more effort to spend time together just made it worse because we knew it’d only lead to more fights.”
“Didn’t you talk about it,” Chris asks, curiously, “We all know how Jared is for pushing us all to talk!”
Jensen shrugs and starts picking at a thread on his jeans, “We did at first but it just ended up in even more arguments, then when we got to the stage when we stopped having sex, it was too much. Easier to just go about our lives, independently.”
Chris scoffs, “Sex ain’t everything, son.”
Jensen glares at him, “I know that, it’s not just about the sex, asshat. We stopped being intimate…like, at all. You know how touchy feely Jared is, so sitting on the couch next to him and not having him pressed up against my side, or with his hand on my thigh like we always have, it hurt. I tried so many times just to move closer, but he just kept pulling away. What are you supposed to do with that?”
The memory of it all is making Jensen’s chest tight and heavy. He stands and opens the living room window, letting the breeze blow over him, cooling his heated skin. He hears Chris shuffling and then the ‘psssht’ of bottles being opened. He turns to see Chris slide fully into his chair, beer in hand, and nods to the other one on the table. Jensen goes back, picks the bottle up and sits heavily on the couch.
“He was pulling away more and more and I didn’t know what to do to make it right. Talking stopped being an option so we went on like that for, I dunno, maybe six months or so. Then…” he takes a long drink of his beer, letting it cool his tightening throat, “then you and I started going to Ford’s.” He glances at Chris, waiting for him to say something…what, he doesn’t know, but waiting all the same.
Chris leans forward, a frown of concentration on his face, “You seemed fine with it at the time.”
Jensen huffs out a laugh, hearing the bitterness in it without him saying a word.
“Then you got…shifty.”
Jensen runs his hands through his hair, tugging on it in frustration. This is it, Ackles, spit it out!, he thinks to himself. He takes another swig of his beer, “Shifty, yeah. Something like that,” he looks at Chris, then the floor, then back at Chris, “like you said, Colin’s crush was obvious. Kind of adorable, actually, gave me a real ego boost, you know?”
Chris nodded and shrugged with one shoulder, “I get that, man, but…” he shook his head and Jensen can see he’s not the only one looking for the right words.
Neither of them said anything for a while and the air was thick with tension. Jensen could feel sweat across his forehead, down his neck, chest and upper lip, his heartbeat picking up the longer he sat there until he had to speak, “I was scared shitless,” he says in a quiet voice, “when I realised I actually found him hot,” he swallows, a stabbing pain forming behind his eyes from the stress the memory and words are causing, “there’s no harm in looking and noticing in passing that someone’s good looking, we’ve all done that, right?”
Chris sighs, “Of course, but Jen, he’s fift-”
Jensen cuts him off before he goes any further, “Do you think I didn’t tell myself that? Jesus, Chris, you have no idea how much it was eating me up inside. I was disgusted with myself,” he feels tears prickling his eyes again and looks at Chris hoping he’ll see the honesty on his face, “I know full well how old…young he is,” he pauses, trying to find the words, again, “c’mon, man, you know me, you know I’ve always had a thing for older guys, not younger ones.”
“Yeah,” Chris nods, “until Jared.”
Jensen tuts and angrily slams his beer on the table, “Don’t do this, Chris, Jared’s four years younger. You want answers about Colin, well I’m trying, here, so quit being a jackass!” he snaps, pulling on his hair again. He takes a deep breath, holding it in until his lungs burn, then lets it out with a groan, “I tried to ignore it, pretend like there was nothing there and it worked…for about five minutes. The more I tried not to look, the more I ended up doing it, especially when he noticed me doing it. I swear he made it his mission to torture me with ‘casually’ touching me, brushing my arm when he put the food down on the table, pressing closer than necessary whenever he could. It was driving me crazy and guilty all at once. I kept leaving the bar sick to my stomach, I felt like I was the world’s biggest pervert, Chris,” he hears his voice breaking, “I never touched him,” he makes sure his friend is looking at him so he knows Jensen’s still being honest with him, “ I moved as far away as possible when he was near me. When I saw him trying to move closer, I backed off and chatted to him. I figured I was reacting physically to him because I was horny so I left, took myself out of the way where I didn’t have to see him.”
“But?” Chris asks.
Jensen scrubs his face with hand, “But it didn’t go away, it just got worse. I’m telling you, man, he’s different. He’s got an old head on his shoulders, he’s really smart, funny, too. It’s easy to talk to him, he’s…just different, I can’t explain it any better than that.”
“So he’s different, but how the fuck do you go from thinking his crush is adorable to,” he waves his hand at Jensen’s crotch, his face pinched, disapproval coming off him in waves.
“I don’t know!” Jensen yells, “I didn’t even think about it when I went to the bar after walking in on,” he feels a new wave of anger, “Jared, like I did,” he wipes away a tear that’s started to fall, “I was fucked up in the head, Colin was there, looking like he does, all in my personal space and he was pushing and…”
Chris slams his hand down on the table, “So you’re putting this on Colin?” he stares at Jensen with an outraged look, “you’re saying he forced you?”
“Jesus, no,” Jensen yells louder, jumping up off the couch and stepping towards Chris, “I’m not saying that at all, I’m saying … fuck…it was my fault for being weak, for not pushing him away like I should. That’s on me and I know that. I’m the adult and I should’ve put a stop to it.”
“You’re damn right you should!” Chris shouts, also standing now and staring Jensen down.
Jensen’s breathing’s speeding up and he’s getting chest pains, “What’s done is done,” he pants, finding it harder and harder to breathe, “I can’t change the fact that I want…,” the room is spinning now, “him around… don’t care what…” he doesn’t finish his sentence. He feels pain flaring through his head it hits the floor along with the rest of his body, then there’s only blackness.
§
Chris is so caught up in his incomprehension and anger that it takes him longer than it should do to react when Jensen passes out. As soon as the situation sinks in, he rushes over to where his friend lies. He calls Jensen’s name, panic rising as when he doesn’t respond. He shakes him by the shoulders, repeatedly taps on Jensen’s cheek trying to wake him but nothing’s working. Jensen’s head rolls to the side slightly and that’s when Chris see the blood.
Numbly he pulls out his phone and calls 911. It’s like Chris’ head is full of fog as he watches the paramedics work on Jensen, as he climbs into the ambulance and as they set off to the Emergency Room, sirens blaring.
§
Colin is humming along to a song on the radio and cutting limes into wedges ready for the tequila night later, when his mom comes back from her grocery run. “Get everything you wanted?” he asks, cheerfully.
“Uh huh,” Carol says as she starts unpacking the shopping, “the traffic was held up by an ambulance, though. I’m almost certain I saw Chris Kane climbing into the back of it, I hope everything’s OK.”
Colin’s head whips around to look at her so fast he feels pain shooting down his neck, “What?” he says as a cold fear trickles down his spine, “who was in it, who’s hurt?” when he gets no reply he takes a step towards her, “MOM!”
She turns to him, startled, “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Colin doesn’t waste time answering her, he can’t speak through the sharp pang of worry in his chest. His feet feel like they’re suddenly made of lead and he almost trips over in his rush to get to the door. He can hear his mom shouting his name, “I have to go, I have to make sure…” he calls over his shoulder, already picturing the quickest route to the hospital in his mind as he runs.
§
Jared is sat on the bed staring at the empty dresser drawers when his phone rings. Jensen left, he actually left. Tears dried on Jared’s cheeks hours ago but he still can’t bring himself to move. His head throbs from crying, from the realisation that every fight and every sleepless night in the last year has been leading up to this. He knew deep down that this would happen if he and Jensen couldn’t get their act together, but now it’s happened, it hurts more than he ever imagined it was possible for a person to hurt.
He almost ignores the phone, he’s not sure he can face speaking to anyone, but when it goes off for the third time in a row, he has no choice. “Hello, this is Dr. Sam Ferris,” a woman’s voice says, “I’m calling from St. Thomas’ hospital, am I speaking to Jared Padalecki?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice almost gone from the crying and shouting he’s done in the last few hours.
“We have you down as emergency contact for Jensen Ackles. He’s been brought into the ER here, can you come down as soon as you can, please?”
Chapter 10 >> https://ficforthought.livejournal.com/3109.html
End notes: My muse decided it needed another plot twist, because it's evil. This has thrown me off course now, so I think we'll be looking at an extra chapter. *kicks muse for interfering with the porn*
Kink: UNDERAGE (Colin is 14/15 in this fic)
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[Read more]Chapter 9
Chris can hardly believe his ears, Jensen can’t have meant what he just said, surely! “Say what, now?” he asks in disbelief.
Jensen is frozen to the spot, eyes wide with shock. His friend makes no move to answer him and Chris takes a step forward and waves a hand in front of Jensen’s face. Nothing, so he gently reaches out to Jensen’s shoulder, hesitantly as you would with a frightened animal, “Jen?”
Eventually Jensen blinks and takes a step back, wincing as if Chris’s touch physically pains him, “I gotta go,” he rasps, looking around frantically for his jacket and keys.
Chris cuts him off before he can get to the door, “Hey, you’re going nowhere, Jenny, you’re not in any fit state. Sit!” he demands, firmly guiding his friend back to the sofa. Jensen doesn’t put up any kind of resistance, simply sits down and stares at the coffee table. Something’s wrong, Chris has never seen Jensen acting like this and he’s starting to get worried.
Chris sits on the coffee table opposite Jensen and waits for him to speak. His friend opens his mouth countless times, as if trying to find the right words, but says nothing for a long time. Eventually the younger man looks at him and as if that one action is what breaks him, he hunches forward and sobs. He’s quiet, his shoulders shaking and tears pouring down his face. Chris is desperate for answers, but the twist of pain in his chest from seeing his friend so broken means his lecture will have to wait.
Eventually, Jensen is sniffing quietly, wiping tears and snot from his face. He’s visibly shaken but seems calmer now, the look on his face telling Chris that he’s resigned to having the conversation whether he wants to or not.
“Sorry,” he says with a shrug, “guess that’s been a long time coming.” Chris isn’t sure whether Jensen means the crying, the situation with Colin, or the one with Jared. He suspects it’s a combination of everything, as well as the alcohol Jensen’s put away.
Chris sighs deeply, readying himself for the conversation because this isn’t exactly easy for him, either. He doesn’t want to believe that his best friend could be stupid enough to be screwing a teenager. He pushes up from the table and moves around the other side of it, folds his arms across his chest and looks at Jensen, expectantly, “You gotta talk to me, man, explain what the fuck you just said!”
Jensen shrugs and Chris is annoyed by the gesture, how casual it seems under the circumstances, but keeps his annoyance to himself…for now.
Jensen pours himself another shot and drinks it before continuing. “What’s to explain? You want all the gory details?” his voice is dripping with sarcasm. He sighs then, pinching the bridge of his nose, “sorry, that was out of order.”
“Ya think?” Chris snaps.
Jensen offers a weak smile and scoots forward on the couch, pours another shot but doesn’t drink it, as if he’s saving it for courage later. Chris isn’t sure whether more booze is a good idea, but he doesn’t want to break Jensen’s seemingly relaxed posture. He knows Jensen is anything but relaxed, but he looks so lost, so Chris doesn’t comment.
“Where do you want me to start?”
“Better start at the beginning,” Chris sits on the arm of his chair, “and you’re gonna have to be honest with me, son.”
Jensen nods, “Yeah, I know and I will.”
Chris’ stomach twists, this conversation could be about to change their relationship forever. He can’t help but wonder if Jen’s been keeping a secret from him about his sexual preferences all these years, and if so, wouldn't - shouldn't - Chris have noticed? He shakes it off, he’ll have time for questions later.
§
Jensen stares at the floor trying to find the words to sum up what’s been going on in his life and his head for the last year. His head is swimming, he’s furious with himself for letting his mouth run away with him about Colin, but at the same time, he’s relieved. He’s been trying to wrap his head around this thing for months, so maybe actually saying the words out loud will help. To Chris is probably seems like it came out of nowhere, but Jensen’s been keeping his feelings in all this time and he was going to have to discuss it sooner or later.
“You already know about things between me and Jared…”
Chris shakes his head, “Actually, no I don’t. I know things have been rough but you never told me details, I figured you would when you were ready.”
Jensen realises then that Chris is right, there’d been so many things that he’d thought that can of worms was best left tightly sealed. “I don’t know where to start with that, man. We just…drifted, I guess. I can’t think of any one thing that set it off, it’s like it was everything and anything,” he rubs his temples and tries to think about timescales, “Things started changing a year ago, probably a little more. Going back to school was the only thing Jared wanted and it was hard at first, you know? All the studying, me working extra to cover the money Jared lost from cutting his hours at the book store.”
“You said you were fine with him going back,” Chris said, his tone gentle, almost prompting.
“I was fine with it, I still am, it’s what he wants and I support that. He’s got balls to do it, it’s not easy being ten years older than everyone else,” Jensen thinks back to how Jared was scared and excited about it all for practically his first month, and feels himself smiling even now at Jared’s enthusiasm, and how it never wavered. It’s so typically Jared to throw himself into it with everything he’s got, it’s one of the things Jensen loves about him. “I was so proud of him, you know?” He doesn’t look at Chris now, it’s easier to just keep going. “There’s no denying that it took a toll, though. We were both tired all the time, it was an effort to go out like we used to, even just for dinner or a movie. We started fighting all the time and knowing that we both should make more effort to spend time together just made it worse because we knew it’d only lead to more fights.”
“Didn’t you talk about it,” Chris asks, curiously, “We all know how Jared is for pushing us all to talk!”
Jensen shrugs and starts picking at a thread on his jeans, “We did at first but it just ended up in even more arguments, then when we got to the stage when we stopped having sex, it was too much. Easier to just go about our lives, independently.”
Chris scoffs, “Sex ain’t everything, son.”
Jensen glares at him, “I know that, it’s not just about the sex, asshat. We stopped being intimate…like, at all. You know how touchy feely Jared is, so sitting on the couch next to him and not having him pressed up against my side, or with his hand on my thigh like we always have, it hurt. I tried so many times just to move closer, but he just kept pulling away. What are you supposed to do with that?”
The memory of it all is making Jensen’s chest tight and heavy. He stands and opens the living room window, letting the breeze blow over him, cooling his heated skin. He hears Chris shuffling and then the ‘psssht’ of bottles being opened. He turns to see Chris slide fully into his chair, beer in hand, and nods to the other one on the table. Jensen goes back, picks the bottle up and sits heavily on the couch.
“He was pulling away more and more and I didn’t know what to do to make it right. Talking stopped being an option so we went on like that for, I dunno, maybe six months or so. Then…” he takes a long drink of his beer, letting it cool his tightening throat, “then you and I started going to Ford’s.” He glances at Chris, waiting for him to say something…what, he doesn’t know, but waiting all the same.
Chris leans forward, a frown of concentration on his face, “You seemed fine with it at the time.”
Jensen huffs out a laugh, hearing the bitterness in it without him saying a word.
“Then you got…shifty.”
Jensen runs his hands through his hair, tugging on it in frustration. This is it, Ackles, spit it out!, he thinks to himself. He takes another swig of his beer, “Shifty, yeah. Something like that,” he looks at Chris, then the floor, then back at Chris, “like you said, Colin’s crush was obvious. Kind of adorable, actually, gave me a real ego boost, you know?”
Chris nodded and shrugged with one shoulder, “I get that, man, but…” he shook his head and Jensen can see he’s not the only one looking for the right words.
Neither of them said anything for a while and the air was thick with tension. Jensen could feel sweat across his forehead, down his neck, chest and upper lip, his heartbeat picking up the longer he sat there until he had to speak, “I was scared shitless,” he says in a quiet voice, “when I realised I actually found him hot,” he swallows, a stabbing pain forming behind his eyes from the stress the memory and words are causing, “there’s no harm in looking and noticing in passing that someone’s good looking, we’ve all done that, right?”
Chris sighs, “Of course, but Jen, he’s fift-”
Jensen cuts him off before he goes any further, “Do you think I didn’t tell myself that? Jesus, Chris, you have no idea how much it was eating me up inside. I was disgusted with myself,” he feels tears prickling his eyes again and looks at Chris hoping he’ll see the honesty on his face, “I know full well how old…young he is,” he pauses, trying to find the words, again, “c’mon, man, you know me, you know I’ve always had a thing for older guys, not younger ones.”
“Yeah,” Chris nods, “until Jared.”
Jensen tuts and angrily slams his beer on the table, “Don’t do this, Chris, Jared’s four years younger. You want answers about Colin, well I’m trying, here, so quit being a jackass!” he snaps, pulling on his hair again. He takes a deep breath, holding it in until his lungs burn, then lets it out with a groan, “I tried to ignore it, pretend like there was nothing there and it worked…for about five minutes. The more I tried not to look, the more I ended up doing it, especially when he noticed me doing it. I swear he made it his mission to torture me with ‘casually’ touching me, brushing my arm when he put the food down on the table, pressing closer than necessary whenever he could. It was driving me crazy and guilty all at once. I kept leaving the bar sick to my stomach, I felt like I was the world’s biggest pervert, Chris,” he hears his voice breaking, “I never touched him,” he makes sure his friend is looking at him so he knows Jensen’s still being honest with him, “ I moved as far away as possible when he was near me. When I saw him trying to move closer, I backed off and chatted to him. I figured I was reacting physically to him because I was horny so I left, took myself out of the way where I didn’t have to see him.”
“But?” Chris asks.
Jensen scrubs his face with hand, “But it didn’t go away, it just got worse. I’m telling you, man, he’s different. He’s got an old head on his shoulders, he’s really smart, funny, too. It’s easy to talk to him, he’s…just different, I can’t explain it any better than that.”
“So he’s different, but how the fuck do you go from thinking his crush is adorable to,” he waves his hand at Jensen’s crotch, his face pinched, disapproval coming off him in waves.
“I don’t know!” Jensen yells, “I didn’t even think about it when I went to the bar after walking in on,” he feels a new wave of anger, “Jared, like I did,” he wipes away a tear that’s started to fall, “I was fucked up in the head, Colin was there, looking like he does, all in my personal space and he was pushing and…”
Chris slams his hand down on the table, “So you’re putting this on Colin?” he stares at Jensen with an outraged look, “you’re saying he forced you?”
“Jesus, no,” Jensen yells louder, jumping up off the couch and stepping towards Chris, “I’m not saying that at all, I’m saying … fuck…it was my fault for being weak, for not pushing him away like I should. That’s on me and I know that. I’m the adult and I should’ve put a stop to it.”
“You’re damn right you should!” Chris shouts, also standing now and staring Jensen down.
Jensen’s breathing’s speeding up and he’s getting chest pains, “What’s done is done,” he pants, finding it harder and harder to breathe, “I can’t change the fact that I want…,” the room is spinning now, “him around… don’t care what…” he doesn’t finish his sentence. He feels pain flaring through his head it hits the floor along with the rest of his body, then there’s only blackness.
§
Chris is so caught up in his incomprehension and anger that it takes him longer than it should do to react when Jensen passes out. As soon as the situation sinks in, he rushes over to where his friend lies. He calls Jensen’s name, panic rising as when he doesn’t respond. He shakes him by the shoulders, repeatedly taps on Jensen’s cheek trying to wake him but nothing’s working. Jensen’s head rolls to the side slightly and that’s when Chris see the blood.
Numbly he pulls out his phone and calls 911. It’s like Chris’ head is full of fog as he watches the paramedics work on Jensen, as he climbs into the ambulance and as they set off to the Emergency Room, sirens blaring.
§
Colin is humming along to a song on the radio and cutting limes into wedges ready for the tequila night later, when his mom comes back from her grocery run. “Get everything you wanted?” he asks, cheerfully.
“Uh huh,” Carol says as she starts unpacking the shopping, “the traffic was held up by an ambulance, though. I’m almost certain I saw Chris Kane climbing into the back of it, I hope everything’s OK.”
Colin’s head whips around to look at her so fast he feels pain shooting down his neck, “What?” he says as a cold fear trickles down his spine, “who was in it, who’s hurt?” when he gets no reply he takes a step towards her, “MOM!”
She turns to him, startled, “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Colin doesn’t waste time answering her, he can’t speak through the sharp pang of worry in his chest. His feet feel like they’re suddenly made of lead and he almost trips over in his rush to get to the door. He can hear his mom shouting his name, “I have to go, I have to make sure…” he calls over his shoulder, already picturing the quickest route to the hospital in his mind as he runs.
§
Jared is sat on the bed staring at the empty dresser drawers when his phone rings. Jensen left, he actually left. Tears dried on Jared’s cheeks hours ago but he still can’t bring himself to move. His head throbs from crying, from the realisation that every fight and every sleepless night in the last year has been leading up to this. He knew deep down that this would happen if he and Jensen couldn’t get their act together, but now it’s happened, it hurts more than he ever imagined it was possible for a person to hurt.
He almost ignores the phone, he’s not sure he can face speaking to anyone, but when it goes off for the third time in a row, he has no choice. “Hello, this is Dr. Sam Ferris,” a woman’s voice says, “I’m calling from St. Thomas’ hospital, am I speaking to Jared Padalecki?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice almost gone from the crying and shouting he’s done in the last few hours.
“We have you down as emergency contact for Jensen Ackles. He’s been brought into the ER here, can you come down as soon as you can, please?”
Chapter 10 >> https://ficforthought.livejournal.com/3109.html
End notes: My muse decided it needed another plot twist, because it's evil. This has thrown me off course now, so I think we'll be looking at an extra chapter. *kicks muse for interfering with the porn*