Broken Angel 1/?
Title: Broken Angel 1/?
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: ~4000
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for violence, sexual situations, and references to non-con(but nothing graphic)
A/N: This story is based off a prompt by the amazing imogen_lily . Thank you so much for the gorgeous banner and for letting me play with this idea! I appreciate all the help sweetie!!!
Summary: Senator Fred Lehne has been brutally attacking, raping, and murdering young men for over a decade, but always evades arrest thanks to his money and power. He has everyone fooled, except one team of detectives headed by Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan and his protege Jensen Ackles. When things become worse, Morgan goes to FBI agents Misha Collins and Jim Beaver for help. They offer it in the form of Jared Padalecki, hotshot profiler who also happens to be Jensen's boyfriend. But there is more Jared...he also happens to be the only surviving victim of Lehne's...
The streets were empty as the young man walked along the sidewalk, carefully avoiding the puddles so as not to ruin his new suit. The few cars that did pass were obscured by the heavy fog that had settled in after the rain. He had been too busy to notice the storms early that night. His lanky legs wobbled with each step as his pleasantly buzzed brain tried to figure out the direction he needed to head in to get home.
He had never truly drank before tonight, and he was definitely feeling the effects. He was too happy to worry about that though. The alcohol had flowed freely, and he had definitely taken advantage of his night away from his parents.
A drizzling rain started to fall again, making is shaggy bangs stick to his tanned forehead. His suit jacket began to cling to his slender torso. The rain should’ve helped to sober him up, but for some reason it didn’t. Instead, his head felt fuzzier and his steps became shakier. He tried to dodge a particularly muddy puddle and ended up tripping over his feet. He landed half on the sidewalk and half on the road. The fall dazed him.
Bright headlights cut through the fog around him, nearly blinding him. The van that they belonged to screeched to a halt inches from his stretched on legs. The driver’s side door flew open, revealing a worried looking middle-aged man.
“You ok kid?” the gruff sounding voice barked.
It startled the boy out of his haze; he looked up to see a familiar face staring down at him. He couldn’t place where he had seen the guy before, but the man definitely looked familiar.
“Think so,” the boy slurred.
“You sure look it,” the man said sarcastically. “Here, let me help you up at least. Gonna get yourself killed laying in the street like that.” The man reached down and pulled the boy up from the concrete. He stumbled, crashing into the man. “Woah…think you better let me give you a ride home there kiddo.”
The boy’s head felt heavier than normal and he suddenly felt dizziness invade his whole body. He raised his hand to his forehead as if that would make it all better. “Yeah…sure…ride sounds nice. Live that way,” he pointed in the direction he had been walking in before he had fallen.
“Alright. Come on…my van’s right behind you buddy. You got a name kid?”
“Greg…”
The man smiled to himself as he guided Greg towards his van. Once he deposited the boy in the backseat, he slid the door back into place and headed towards his own. He glanced around, happily noting that no cars had passed by to see anything.
“Let the games begin,” he sneered. The smile never once left his face as he climbed behind the wheel. He looked back and saw Greg passed out already. Things were going just as planned. He put the car in drive and headed out. Nothing was going to get in his way tonight…
He had been driving for nearly an hour when Greg came to in the back. The boy blinked awake, trying to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. “Where are we? This isn’t the way to my house…” His voice wasn’t as slurred as before, but his head was killing him now.
“Come on Greg! I thought you’d like the scenery out here. It’s so beautiful…well, not as beautiful as you are kid. But still, nice to look at don’t ya think?”
Greg’s brow furrowed at the statement and his hands fumbled towards the seatbelt. But he soon realized that his hands were bound with tape, as were his feet. “What’s going on? What are you doing?!?” He struggled to free himself from the confines, but the tape was too tight.
The man swerved the van off the side of the road and towards the woods that ran along it. “Now Greg, don’t fight it. You don’t want to ruin the night again do you?”
“What?” Greg practically squeaked. “What the hell are you talking about? You are sick! Let me out!” Greg started kicking out at the front seat with his bound feet. He connected hard along back of the driver’s seat, causing the man to grunt as the hit reverberated into his back.
“Feisty huh?” the man snarled. He climbed out of the front of the van and slammed his door shut. He crept towards the back, slid the door open, and then clambered in beside Greg. “You see kid, I’m not too big a fan of that.”
Greg gulped as the man pushed at his chest. “Stop!” The guy kneed him in the stomach. It knocked the fight out of him as he gasped for air. The man used it to his advantage and pushed Greg onto his back against the leather bench seat. He settled on top of Greg so that he was straddling the younger man. “Help!” Greg gritted out between clenched teeth.
The man’s hand wound around Greg’s throat, stopping him from yelling out for help. “No one for miles boy.” He took his other hand and caressed Greg’s cheek; tears started to flow down onto his captor’s rough hands. “Scream all you like.” He leaned down close to Greg’s ear. “I encourage it,” he whispered sensually, grinding down into Greg’s body.
Greg started to cry harder at the implication. He tried to buck the man off, but his limbed and body didn’t want to cooperate. He had to lie there and watch in horror as the bastard pulled a knife out from his boots.
“We’re gonna have fun tonight Greg...”
He took the knife and guided the blunt edge down Greg’s face. The cold blade was then glided down his neck and chest. The guy’s hand was removed from Greg’s throat and found its way to Greg’s sharp hipbone. He squeezed at it painfully, bruising the tender flesh.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because,” the man said as he brought the blade up. The moonlight shining through the windows glinted off the sharp weapon. “It’s so much fun.” He brought the blade down into Greg’s thigh, twisting it as he plunged deeper.
“GAH!!! NOOO!!!”
*********
“NO!” Jared screamed as he shot up in bed. His whole body shook and sweat poured off him. He closed his eyes as the violent images continued to assault him. He felt like he was going to be sick, and gulped to keep himself together.
A hand settled on his shoulder, startling him terribly.
“Shh, you’re safe Jay.”
Jared calmed as the familiar voice of his boyfriend filtered through his panic. He leaned into the hand on his shoulder and soon found himself being pulled towards Jensen’s broad chest.
“I’ve gotcha. You’re safe. You’re with me. Never gonna let anything happen to you.” Jensen kissed the top of Jared’s head and pulled him in tighter. “Just breath for me buddy. Gonne be ok.”
Jared closed his eyes and buried his face in Jensen’s cotton t-shirt. He breathed in Jensen’s scent, allowing it to help him find his way out of the past and back to the present. Jensen’s hand carded through his sweat-slicked hair. After a few minutes, he nodded against Jensen and tilted his head towards him.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”
Jensen leaned down and pressed another kiss to Jared’s forehead. “You have nothing to be sorry for babe. You couldn’t help it.” He pulled Jared back so that they were resting against the headboard, well Jensen was at least; Jared remained laying against Jensen’s chest.
“I should be able to,” Jared said with desperation in his voice. “I hate always waking you up like this.”
“Hey,” Jensen scalding softly. “I’m not mad, nor will I ever be. I’d rather you wake me and than have to do this alone. Don’t ever forget it.” He once again tightened his hold around Jared’s broad shoulders. He felt tears soak through his shirt. He started to slowly hum a soft tune.
“Thank you,” Jared mumbled.
Jensen didn’t bother replying; he just kept humming and running his fingers through Jared’s hair. He felt the younger man start to relax once again. His breathing became calmer and more even, but it was obvious he was still awake. He wouldn’t be falling back asleep for a long time.
The soft melody was broken by the incessant ringing of Jensen’s cell phone on the nightstand. It startled Jared, who was still on edge from the nightmare.
“Shit,” Jensen cursed under his breath. “I’ve got it.” He grudgingly pulled one arm away from Jared so that he could pick up the offending object. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed. “This is Ackles,” he said after answering. “Hey Cap. Yeah, I’m awake…long story.” He felt Jared stiffen slightly against him. He returned to carding through Jared’s mop. “Ah damn it! Yeah, I can be there in 20.” He hung up the phone and tossed it back on the nightstand.
“Case?” Jared asked expectantly.
“Found a body out on Hyatt Street…a college boy that’s been missing for the last three days.”
Jared’s eyes widened and his throat worked to keep his emotions in check. Not trusting his voice, he simply nodded.
“Morgan needs me down at the scene.” Jensen climbed out of bed and grabbed a pair of pants from the back of the chair in the corner. “I’m sorry Jare. I don’t like-“
“Go take care of it Jen. I’ll be fine, really. Not like this is my first nightmare.” Jared smiled sadly. “I can take care of myself.”
Jensen quickly traded his sleep shirt for a clean button down. “Never said you couldn’t.” He then crawled back over onto the bed. “Doesn’t mean I want you to have to though.” He smiled against Jared’s lips and kissed him sweetly. He didn’t want to pull away and leave. It made Jared laugh despite the grim feelings still welled up inside of him.
“Go…Morgan needs help. Besides, sounds like this is your man.” Jared couldn’t help but shudder. “They’ll need you on the case.”
“I know,” Jensen replied sadly. “Try to get some more sleep baby. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He gave Jared one last kiss before taking off towards the door. Jared sat up in bed and pulled his knees towards his chest as he listened to Jensen open and shut the front door. He then heard Jensen’s beloved Impala rev up outside and pull out of the drive way.
Jared released a shaky breath and ran a trembling hand across his face. A soft whimper from the side of the bed drew him out of his thoughts. He looked over the edge to see two sad furry faces staring back up at him. He tried to smile at his babies, but it was a wobbly effort at best.
Sadie and Harley seemed to understand and jumped up next to him in the bed, burying their noses in his tear stained face.
“Hey guys,” he said as he hugged the two dogs close. “Sorry…we woke you up huh?” The dogs didn’t seem to mind; they just gave him a reassuring lick in response.
Jared stayed like that for a while. He ran this hand over the dogs’ coats, allowing the simple action to calm him. The dogs barely moved, except to give an occasional lick.
“Thanks guys.” Jared leaned down and gave each a kiss to the head and a final scratch behind the ears. He then clambered off the bed. The dogs followed suit and ran on into the other room. Jared sighed as he grabbed his cane from where it lay against the wall. He could already tell he was going to need it. His leg ached more than usual, as if dreaming about that night had made it worse.
He then limped out of the bedroom and towards his office. He heard the clattering of nails against hardwood as the dogs scampered after him. Jared appreciated their presence. He knew he’d need the extra comfort today.
Once inside the room, he sat down heavily at his desk. He opened his laptop and clicked the machine on. The welcome tone echoed through the otherwise silent room. While it booted, Jared rummaged through the drawers, looking for the right files. He pulled a tattered manila envelope out and tossed it onto the top of the desk. It opened in the process.
There, stapled to the inside of the flap, staring up at him was the man that had haunted his dreams for nearly a decade.
*********
Rocks crunched under Jensen’s boots as he walked towards the crime scene. Yellow tape already lined the small suburban street; emergency lights flashed against the quaint houses. The neighborhood had always been so picturesque. Now, it looked like a scene out of a horror movie. Jensen ducked underneath the tape and showed his badge to the officer standing guard. He then saw his captain kneeling down onto the dewy grass; he started walking towards him.
Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan was drawn out of his thought by the sound of footsteps coming towards him. He looked up, seeing Jensen’s worn face above him. “Jen,” he greeted, standing up so that he was level with Jensen.
“JD…” Jensen’s eyes trailed over the scene in front of him. In the grass lay a young man, probably no older than twenty. His longer brown hair fanned out away from his pale and bruised face. He appeared to be naked, with only a threadbare blanket covering his battered body. Blood had soaked through it and coated the grass around him.
“Thanks for coming down,” JD said.
Jensen nodded as he pulled on some gloves. “The blanket on him when he was found? Or did one of the neighbors put it on do give the kid some dignity?”
“Was on him when he was found,” JD sighed. “Danni’s already been over and took pictures of him like this. So you can go ahead and move it. Was waitin’ on you to get here.”
Jensen squatted down beside the boy. “Who is he?”
“We’ve got a Greg Hodge. He’s nineteen. Was last scene Friday night at a Phi Sig induction party.”
“Lehne’s old frat…”
“Yep…”
Jensen carefully removed the blanket from the victim; he held it out for JD to take and place in an evidence bag. He then bent down over the body to inspect it closer. Lacerations and burns lined the arms and seemed to wind towards his back. But Jensen’s eyes zeroed in on the brutal wounds lining the chest and thighs. The thigh wound was deep and disgusting while the wound to the chest never failed to disturb Jensen. Just above where the heart lie, the chest had been carved with a sharp knife. The red lines from the cuts formed the outline of a lily. In the center, the knife had cut deeper. The blood had pooled there, acting like a sick coloring for the flower.
“Shit,” Jensen gasped.
“Same as the others?” JD questioned.
“Yeah,” Jensen replied. “Damn it!” He stood up and rammed his fist into the nearest tree. It hurt and didn’t make him feel any better really.
“Not the tree’s fault Jenny,” a voice out to his side said sorrowfully.
He looked up to see the familiar form of a red head coming towards him; her camera was held tightly in her glove-covered hands.
“Hey Danneel…”
She walked over and gave Jensen a quick peck on the cheek. “We’ll get him sugar. Don’t worry.”
“Starting to think we never will,” Jensen huffed.
“We will,” Danneel said affirmatively as she began snapping pictures of the wounds.
“I’m guessing Lehne was at the party last night, Cap?”
“Yeah...he was the guest speaker at the induction. He always goes to them. Thinks it shows that he’s interested in shaping young minds of the world’s future politicians and all that bullshit.”
“Anyone see him speak to the vic?”
“Well, yes, but doesn’t do us much good. Lehne talked to most of the boys, all one on one.”
“Son of a bitch,” Jensen muttered. His eyes remained locked on the poor boy at his feet while Danneel continued to take the photos.
“Nothing under his nails?” she asked as she pulled the bruised hand up for a better angle.
“Nothing. Chris looked for tissue when we first got here. Boy’s been cleaned.”
Jensen rubbed a hand over his face. “Boy’s parents been notified?”
“Chris is doing it now,” JD replied solemnly.
“Poor bastard,” Danneel spoke up.
“Yeah, this is getting out of hand,” Jensen fumed. “Hell Cap, how many more of these are we gonna have?!? We need to get Lehne, and we need to get him now.”
“We’ve tried but-“
“But he’s a damn senator and nothing sticks. I know the situation!”
“Cool it Jen,” JD warned. “We’re gonna have reporters crawling around soon. Watch it. I don’t want Lehne to shut us down before we even get a lead.”
“Well, how the hell do you plan on doing that Jeff? You’ve been working this case for years; Jim’s been at it from the beginning. No one has figured out a way to make this stick and you know it.”
“Think I’m going to have to bring Misha in…see if he can recommend a profiler from his department for us.”
“The FBI? You want to bring the damn feds in on this? They’ll just take everything out from under us!”
“Jen’s right, Cap,” Danneel agreed. “We’ve been at this too long to just roll over and give up!”
“We’re not giving up, guys. We are just admitted we need help.” Jensen walked up closer to the two of them. “It’s my call. You don’t have to like it, but it is what we need to do. Jim’s their team leader. He used to be one of us, so cool it.”
Danneel nodded her head, but Jensen didn’t reply at all. He just walked back over to the body and stared down at the poor boy.
I promise I’ll get Lehne for this kiddo…
*********
Thirty-three victims over the last fifteen years…all young men…all tall and beautiful…all tortured. All found with their brunette hair caked with blood and plastered to their bruised foreheads. All covered in the same wounds…a deep knife would to the upper leg, smaller lacerations and burns to their arms and back, and a lily shaped knife wound dug into their chests. All showed signs of sexual assault. All found dead within days. Well, all but one.
Jared tossed the papers down onto the desk in frustration. His head was pounding and his leg was protesting the cramped position in which he sat. He had been hunched over his desk going through all his data since Jensen had left. He needed something new. But old photos, reports, and newspaper clippings weren’t going to offer that.
He moaned and laid his head down on top of his arms that were stretched out onto the desk. He could see all the scars that littered them, that marred the once pure flesh. “There’s gotta be something here,” he groaned to himself.
The locks on the front door clicked open and he could hear the dogs barking excitedly. Jensen…
Jared stood up from the chair, but nearly fell back into it as his leg buckled underneath him. He managed to catch himself on the edge of the desk. “Damn,” he breathed out around the pain stabbing at the limb. The nerve damage had been extensive, and days like this, it showed.
“Jay?” Jensen called from the other room.
“Just a sec!” Jared called back. His voice was strained with the pain, and he prayed Jensen wouldn’t notice. He quickly slid the envelope and files back into his drawer and powered down his laptop. Jared then grabbed his cane and attempted to head out of the small office. He didn’t make it too far.
“Woah!” Jensen opened the office door to find Jared practically falling into it. He easily caught his partner in his arms. “Shit Jay…”
“Sorry…my leg just…well…”
“I know buddy. It’s ok.” Jensen shifted his grip on Jared so that he was able to pull Jared up into more of a standing position. “Did you take your pills yet?”
Jared shook his head. He had been so engrossed he had completely ignored his leg and the worsening symptoms. On days like this, he would normally take some medicine to help.
“So I take it you didn’t eat either?”
The blush the crept onto Jared’s cheeks was enough of an answer for Jensen.
“I didn’t figure…I brought breakfast for us.”
“Really?” Jared brightened a little.
“Yes,” Jensen smiled. “Come on.” Jensen took most of Jared’s weight and guided him towards the kitchen. He gently placed the younger man in one of the chairs around their table. He then walked over to a cabinet and pulled down a bottle of small greenish pills. He took one out and walked back over to Jared.
“Thanks.” Jared gratefully took the medicine and swallowed it dry. “So what did you bring me?”
Jensen walked around to the counter and grabbed the pink box sitting on top of it. He carried it over to their table and set it down in front of Jared. “Tada,” he said a little overly dramatic.
“Donuts?” Jared laughed. “You really are turning into a walking cliché.”
“Am not,” Jensen pouted around a jelly filled pastry. “Besides, the stereotype is cops doing nothing but eating donuts. I’m a detective.”
“How dare I…that’s such a huge difference,” Jared sarcastically remarked. “How could I ever - Hey!” He squeaked slightly as Jensen reached over and mussed his already knotted hair. Jared reached up and grabbed Jensen’s hand, trying to push him away. But Jensen twisted in his grip and ended up leaning closer to him instead. He pressed his lips to Jared’s. Jared groaned and relaxed into the kiss.
The stress and frustration from earlier was still present, but they both pushed it to the side as their mouth connected and their hands slid up their bodies. It wouldn’t go away…neither expected it to. However, for just a few brief moments, they could pretend everything was fine.
*********
Jeffrey Dean rubbed a hand over his tired eyes as he looked up from his desk to see Misha. He waved the agent inside the cramped room.
“You’re looking rough there Jeff.”
“Tell me about it. I swear, this case is gonna be the death of us.”
“I know that feeling,” Misha sighed as he took a seat across from Jeff.
“Listen, Misha, I’m gonna get right to it here. We could use some extra help. And you’re team is the best option I have. Jim worked this case for years before he stepped up into the FBI position. I trust him, and you by extension. So you better not come in here and try to take this out from under my team.”
“I can respect that sir.”
“Good. I want us to work together on this. None of the chain of command bullshit.”
“Works for me. You know Jim will be on board with that.”
“Then we shouldn’t have a problem. I’ll have one of my team send you all our data.”
“Sounds perfect, sir.” Misha reached over and shook the captain’s hand, assuming their meeting was over. JD, however, didn’t release the grip at first.
“This meeting isn’t over just yet son.” JD released Misha’s hand. “I need one more favor.”
“Of course…”
“I want a profiler brought in on this. Nothing we’re doing is working. Lehne’s been at this for far too long. We need to get inside his head.”
“Think I have just the man for the job,” Misha smiled.
“Care to share?”
“Dr. Padalecki would be per-“
“Jared? As in Jensen’s Jared?”
“Pretty sure he’s his own person…”
“You know what I meant Misha!”
“Just messing with you, Cap. Sorry sir.”
“Seriously Misha, we can’t bring a kid in on this”
“Jared’s anything but a kid. He’s the best I’ve seen.” Jeff still looked skeptical. “If you want to catch Lehne, Jared’s your man.”
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