Need You Now (1/?)
Title: Need You Now (1/?)
Author: deansavedmylife
Pairing: Jensen/Jared implied Jensen/Danneel
Word Count:321
Rating: R-See warnings
Warning: Drug use, cursing, and mentions of suicide
Beta: None...All mistakes are mine (Also my first published fic so be gentle)
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared belong to themselves...and each other...just not me :(
Summary: Jared might love Jensen too much. Based on the Lady Antebellum song but with a twist.
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His hands shook as he opened the pill bottle, mostly from the fifth of whiskey he drank. After winning the struggle with the child proof cap he dumped a handful of the white pills into his palm wondering how many would do the trick. Fuck it. He took the whole bottle of thirty pills and rinsed them down with the remainder of the Jack Daniels. That should do the trick, kill the pain, make all the hurt go away.
Dizzy. He felt dizzy and a little nauseous as he lay on the floor surrounded by scattered photographs of the person he loved more than life itself. Picture perfect memories and all that. He reached into the black leather pouch attached to his belt and pulled out his cell phone. His finger hovering over speed dial #2. He could really feel the pills starting to work their way through his system, but he needed to know. He had to find out so he could rest in peace. He jabbed the button down and listened to ring back tone as he waited. And then...
“D'you errer wunder what it’d be like if you’d married me instead?”
“Jared?”
“…do you?”
“You said you wouldn’t call.”
“I know…but….”
“Jared?”
“.....”
“Jared! What the fuck it quarter after one. Are you there or what dude cuz this shit has got to stop.”
“I…I…m’srry Jinsen.”
“Look man, why don’t you call me when you’re sober alright? We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“No swhy I’m callin to say g’bye Jinsen.”
“What are you talking about Jared? I’m just on my honeymoon, I’ll be back in two weeks.”
“Won’t be here…didn’t wanna feel no more…hurts to bad….”
“Jared? Jared, what do you mean?”
“M’srry….loved you too much…don’t worry bout me no more…g’bye ok....”
“Jared, what do you mean good bye?"
"Don't wrry Jinsin...I won't be round...can relax now....live yer life..I love you"
"Jared! What did you do?”
“...”
“Jared?”
“...”
“Jared!”
Author: deansavedmylife
Pairing: Jensen/Jared implied Jensen/Danneel
Word Count:321
Rating: R-See warnings
Warning: Drug use, cursing, and mentions of suicide
Beta: None...All mistakes are mine (Also my first published fic so be gentle)
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared belong to themselves...and each other...just not me :(
Summary: Jared might love Jensen too much. Based on the Lady Antebellum song but with a twist.
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His hands shook as he opened the pill bottle, mostly from the fifth of whiskey he drank. After winning the struggle with the child proof cap he dumped a handful of the white pills into his palm wondering how many would do the trick. Fuck it. He took the whole bottle of thirty pills and rinsed them down with the remainder of the Jack Daniels. That should do the trick, kill the pain, make all the hurt go away.
Dizzy. He felt dizzy and a little nauseous as he lay on the floor surrounded by scattered photographs of the person he loved more than life itself. Picture perfect memories and all that. He reached into the black leather pouch attached to his belt and pulled out his cell phone. His finger hovering over speed dial #2. He could really feel the pills starting to work their way through his system, but he needed to know. He had to find out so he could rest in peace. He jabbed the button down and listened to ring back tone as he waited. And then...
“D'you errer wunder what it’d be like if you’d married me instead?”
“Jared?”
“…do you?”
“You said you wouldn’t call.”
“I know…but….”
“Jared?”
“.....”
“Jared! What the fuck it quarter after one. Are you there or what dude cuz this shit has got to stop.”
“I…I…m’srry Jinsen.”
“Look man, why don’t you call me when you’re sober alright? We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“No swhy I’m callin to say g’bye Jinsen.”
“What are you talking about Jared? I’m just on my honeymoon, I’ll be back in two weeks.”
“Won’t be here…didn’t wanna feel no more…hurts to bad….”
“Jared? Jared, what do you mean?”
“M’srry….loved you too much…don’t worry bout me no more…g’bye ok....”
“Jared, what do you mean good bye?"
"Don't wrry Jinsin...I won't be round...can relax now....live yer life..I love you"
"Jared! What did you do?”
“...”
“Jared?”
“...”
“Jared!”