Secret Life
Title: Secret Life
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: nc17
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both agents for an unknown department of defense for the United States government... Think Indiana Jones meets James Bond.
M@5t3R P05t
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Jensen’s making coffee in the kitchen; he had left Jared in his bed twenty minutes ago while he checked the supplies before he started the morning caffeine. Around four that morning, he had woken with a silent scream on his lips. He dreamed about Jude dying again. He really doesn’t remember a night when he hasn’t woken with cold chills, tears running down his face, or the level of his voice as he screamed in his sleep making him wake up. But this time it was different.
This time, Jared woke up beside him, turned and held him tightly until his breathing slowed back down, and he was able to go back to sleep. That was different also; usually when he woke in that state he couldn’t go back to sleep, afraid the images from years ago would steal into his mind. There was only so much blood he could watch spilled from the man he had loved, from the man he still loved.
Jensen turns, expecting to see Jared standing in the doorway, but instead Went’s eyes met his. “Still having the dreams?” he asks softly, not wanting to piss Jensen off early in the morning, when they still needed to stay together for God only knew how long.
“Always,” Jensen replies, turning and watching the coffee drip.
“You need to move on Jen,” Went tells him, his voice getting louder as he moves closer to Jensen, “What about the tall kid?” he asks, now standing right beside of Jensen.
“Casper?” Jensen says with a laugh, “He’s an agent,” He re-informs Went, finally looking at him.
“And that’s so bad?” Went asks, pleading with his friend to just move on.
“I lost Jude,” Jensen seethes, “I won’t do it again.”
“Jensen you’re not seeing reason here. You can’t just go on without someone in your life.”
“What about you playboy?” Jensen asks raising his eyebrow as he stares at the man trying to give him advice.
“I have someone,” Went informs him, smirking, and Jensen has an overwhelming desire to wipe the smug look away.
“Yea? Who?” Jensen asks, truly wanting to know how Went could keep a secret from him.
“You making coffee?” Ellen says walking into the kitchen, followed closely by a tired looking Jared still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“You don’t think I really slept in the cold basement do you?” Went whispers before pouring him a mug of coffee and sitting down at the table.
“Oh my god,” Jensen groans as he watches Ellen smile at Went, “Get out, get out, get out,” he chants as he taps on his temples willing the images of Went and Ellen away. Went laughs at Jensen until he sees the confused look on Jared’s face before his laughing so hard he can feel tears running down his cheeks. “I hate you,” Jensen tells him before moving to the table and sitting down.
“So,” Went says as he gets his laughing under control, “Where we headed?”
“Arizona,” Jensen replies, typing on the keyboard at the laptop in front of him before pushing it towards Went. “Jude and I did research when he was still around. We got a hit in Arizona right before we were told to escort the witness Sarah. That’s the best place to start.”
“That was nearly three years ago,” Ellen reminds Jensen softly, “If there was something there, it mostly likely isn’t going to be now.”
“It’s the best place to start,” Jensen repeats himself, nodding when Ellen sighs, but says no more.
“What are we going to do for money?” Went asks still staring at the computer screen, “I’m guessing plane travel is out.”
“Yea, can’t risk Agen finding us before we do anything,” Jensen answers, digging in his pocket and handing the near bald man a piece of paper.”
“Jen?” Went questions looking at the numbers on the paper.
“It’s an offshore account. Chris set it up, you remember that account Agen had us make in case we needed emergency money?” He asks, looking at Went and hoping he remembered.
“We can’t use that,” Went sighs, glancing from the paper to Jensen, “They can track us.”
“Not if you do that routing jumping thingy that you do,” Jensen says to him, “Making the money end at that account,” he finishes, pointing at the sliver of paper in Went’s hand.
“How long?” Went questions, as he gets up, walking towards the duffel he had left the night before and pulling out a small device the size of his palm.
“At least six hours,” Jensen informs him as he watches the other man plug the device to his computer before typing in something and pulling up a transfer funds tool that Chris had designed.
“How much?” Went asks, looking up from the computer, the cursor blinking at him.
“Fifty thousand,” Jensen tells him calmly, he’s done thought this through and he’d rather have too much money than not enough.”
“Consider it done,” Went replies as he presses the ‘Transfer Funds’ button.
Pairings: Jensen/Jared
Rating: nc17
Summary: Jensen and Jared are both agents for an unknown department of defense for the United States government... Think Indiana Jones meets James Bond.
M@5t3R P05t
< 009510 >
Jensen’s making coffee in the kitchen; he had left Jared in his bed twenty minutes ago while he checked the supplies before he started the morning caffeine. Around four that morning, he had woken with a silent scream on his lips. He dreamed about Jude dying again. He really doesn’t remember a night when he hasn’t woken with cold chills, tears running down his face, or the level of his voice as he screamed in his sleep making him wake up. But this time it was different.
This time, Jared woke up beside him, turned and held him tightly until his breathing slowed back down, and he was able to go back to sleep. That was different also; usually when he woke in that state he couldn’t go back to sleep, afraid the images from years ago would steal into his mind. There was only so much blood he could watch spilled from the man he had loved, from the man he still loved.
Jensen turns, expecting to see Jared standing in the doorway, but instead Went’s eyes met his. “Still having the dreams?” he asks softly, not wanting to piss Jensen off early in the morning, when they still needed to stay together for God only knew how long.
“Always,” Jensen replies, turning and watching the coffee drip.
“You need to move on Jen,” Went tells him, his voice getting louder as he moves closer to Jensen, “What about the tall kid?” he asks, now standing right beside of Jensen.
“Casper?” Jensen says with a laugh, “He’s an agent,” He re-informs Went, finally looking at him.
“And that’s so bad?” Went asks, pleading with his friend to just move on.
“I lost Jude,” Jensen seethes, “I won’t do it again.”
“Jensen you’re not seeing reason here. You can’t just go on without someone in your life.”
“What about you playboy?” Jensen asks raising his eyebrow as he stares at the man trying to give him advice.
“I have someone,” Went informs him, smirking, and Jensen has an overwhelming desire to wipe the smug look away.
“Yea? Who?” Jensen asks, truly wanting to know how Went could keep a secret from him.
“You making coffee?” Ellen says walking into the kitchen, followed closely by a tired looking Jared still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“You don’t think I really slept in the cold basement do you?” Went whispers before pouring him a mug of coffee and sitting down at the table.
“Oh my god,” Jensen groans as he watches Ellen smile at Went, “Get out, get out, get out,” he chants as he taps on his temples willing the images of Went and Ellen away. Went laughs at Jensen until he sees the confused look on Jared’s face before his laughing so hard he can feel tears running down his cheeks. “I hate you,” Jensen tells him before moving to the table and sitting down.
“So,” Went says as he gets his laughing under control, “Where we headed?”
“Arizona,” Jensen replies, typing on the keyboard at the laptop in front of him before pushing it towards Went. “Jude and I did research when he was still around. We got a hit in Arizona right before we were told to escort the witness Sarah. That’s the best place to start.”
“That was nearly three years ago,” Ellen reminds Jensen softly, “If there was something there, it mostly likely isn’t going to be now.”
“It’s the best place to start,” Jensen repeats himself, nodding when Ellen sighs, but says no more.
“What are we going to do for money?” Went asks still staring at the computer screen, “I’m guessing plane travel is out.”
“Yea, can’t risk Agen finding us before we do anything,” Jensen answers, digging in his pocket and handing the near bald man a piece of paper.”
“Jen?” Went questions looking at the numbers on the paper.
“It’s an offshore account. Chris set it up, you remember that account Agen had us make in case we needed emergency money?” He asks, looking at Went and hoping he remembered.
“We can’t use that,” Went sighs, glancing from the paper to Jensen, “They can track us.”
“Not if you do that routing jumping thingy that you do,” Jensen says to him, “Making the money end at that account,” he finishes, pointing at the sliver of paper in Went’s hand.
“How long?” Went questions, as he gets up, walking towards the duffel he had left the night before and pulling out a small device the size of his palm.
“At least six hours,” Jensen informs him as he watches the other man plug the device to his computer before typing in something and pulling up a transfer funds tool that Chris had designed.
“How much?” Went asks, looking up from the computer, the cursor blinking at him.
“Fifty thousand,” Jensen tells him calmly, he’s done thought this through and he’d rather have too much money than not enough.”
“Consider it done,” Went replies as he presses the ‘Transfer Funds’ button.