An Eye for the Future (Part Four)
The ER doctor, a stoic man with far less personality than Genevieve, declares Jensen has a concussion and orders stitches to close the cut along his left eyebrow. Everything is rudimentary until the doctor acknowledges that Jensen is quite famous for his efforts at the TriLabs product launch and asks how his leg is.
“It’s fine,” Jensen replies flatly. He’s not concerned about that anymore. Jared is all he can think about.
The doctor looks over the top of his glasses to stare at Jensen. “You were shot just a week ago and you’re fine?”
Jensen realizes he can’t reasonably explain so he repeats, “Yeah. It’s fine.”
“You mind if I take a look?” the doctor asks as he puts Jensen’s chart down on the empty space of the bench behind Jensen. “Should make sure it’s draining well.”
They continue to start at each other until the doctor grabs the bottom of Jensen’s pant leg to roll the fabric up. Jensen doesn’t bother to stop him. His leg has been pain free all day thanks to Jared’s fibrous contraption, but he’s not about to explain all of that yet.
“What the …” The doctor runs his fingers all around the band, searching for an end or crease to pull at. “Now what in Sam’s hell is this?”
“A fibrous fuse.” When the doctor remains silent, Jensen offers, “It’s state-of-the-art.”
“Obviously.”
Jensen’s left alone soon after that, waiting to get stitched up. The intern is friendly and talkative about all sorts of random facts. The weather, the high school’s latest football game, the celebrity who’d just come into the emergency room.
He perks up at that and asks where Jared is. Naturally, she’s reticent to answer until Jensen explains what all happened to them, that they came in together.
When he reaches the floor, he’s immediately stopped by police officers ordering him to head back into the elevator. “Floor’s closed, sir,” they say.
Jensen realizes the area is locked down with plenty of security - local police and private personnel, including large, imposing men in black suits and ear pieces. “I need to see him.”
“No one is allowed into the unit,” another officer declares as he steps closer to Jensen, likely sizing him up to be restrained any second now.
“I came in with him. Jensen Ackles. We were in the same ambulance.”
The first officer pushes the down button for the elevator while the second guides Jensen away from the unit. “Sir, you are trespassing. Please leave.”
That please isn’t really a question but an order. Jensen sighs as he glances beyond the seat of blue uniforms. Then he spots the profile of a tall black man. His mind flashes back to the TriLabs event, to the limousine ride after, and he calls out a quick, “Hey! You’re Jared’s driver! Aldis!”
The man glances over for a second, returns to his conversation, but stops just a moment later to look at Jensen again. His eyes open wide in recognition and he heads over to Jensen, guiding him a few steps away from the officers. “It’s okay gentlemen. Give us a minute.”
“Thank God,” Jensen sighs. “Is he okay?”
“He’s lost a lot of blood.”
“But he’ll be okay, right?” he demands. “Right?”
Aldis wipes his mouth and looks to the ceiling. “It’s a bit touch and go right now. But he’s holding on.”
Jensen seesaws on that update, rubbing his face, then wincing when he touches the wound on his forehead. “Can I see him?”
“They’re not letting anyone inside.”
“Yeah, but I was there …” He chuckles a little, but the man’s firm stance doesn’t change. “I was there, at the cabin all week with him, I saved him.”
“I’m sorry, man.” This time, Aldis does frown with sympathy for the whole situation. “I’ve been with him for twelve years and they’re not letting me in.”
Another sigh brings Jensen’s mood down to the lowest of levels, along with his energy with all of the adrenaline finally crashing around him. He gives Aldis his contact information and begs him to call with any updates, especially if-when-Jared wakes.
The call never comes. And when Jensen heads back to Austin a week later to see Jared, the unit is clear of any signs of a massive security watch and back on schedule with a full floor of intensive care patients.
Jared is gone.
"So you haven't heard from him?" Danneel asks as she plops down on the couch and hands him a beer.
He shrugs, imagining Jared could be hiding in any number of places, at any random place. Maybe he's holed up at TriLabs, the Air Foundation, or some corner of the planet where he'll never be found. The cabin certainly crossed his mind, but he figures after the security breach, Jared would seek out a safer place to burrow.
All Jensen knows is he has no clue where to start in getting a hold of him.
She leans against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, love bug."
Jensen tips his head to hers and welcomes the comfort. He's glad to be back to sleep in his own bed with his perfectly lumpy pillows. Danneel has also been mothering him since he returned, begging him to never leave her sights.
"But I am glad you're home."
"Me, too."
"And safe."
"Me, too," he repeats.
After a short silence, she sighs. "I can't believe you got shot."
"Me neither."
"You'll notice I told you so."
Jensen chuckles and lightly elbows her before lifting his arm up and around her so they can settle deeper into the couch. "You'll notice I don't care."
It takes two weeks for an official statement from TriLabs. Jared Padalecki is taking some well-deserved rest and relaxation following a hunting accident - no mention of the dreaded Ruth Connell - and his next in command is spearheading the new J-Watch release.
With just a few lines regarding Jared finding himself some vacation time, Jensen immediately knows where to go. Back to Krause Springs.
He winds through the woods far longer than he’d anticipated. Once the cabin comes into view from the gravel drive opening up to the property, he grips the steering wheel as tightly as he had when trying to get Ruth’s car to start so they could escape the place.
He forces one foot in front of the other to walk up the front stairs to the door. Surprisingly, it’s open with just a screen door keeping Jensen from entering. From here, he can look straight down the hallway to where everything happened with Ruth, where Jared had spilled blood all over the floor, where she smacked Jensen with her gun, where he finally locked her up until the police could arrest her and put her away for a very long time.
The door to that communications room is open and Jared moves into the doorway. He crouches down and is fiddling with the touch screen and lock. The plate is open and he’s poking around inside with a few tools. Just such a simple action, yet Jensen’s breath catches deep in his throat as he finally knows, really knows, that Jared is alive.
Just like the week Jensen spent here, the cabin is filled with easy going soul music and Jared softly nods his head to the beat while he tinkers. Jensen doesn’t want to break the moment, fears alarming Jared too sharply if he moves or speaks, so he spends the next few minutes admiring Jared from afar.
Still, Jared is frightened by the image of Jensen at the front door, having flinched when catching sight from the corner of his eye. “Holy shit!” Jared yells.
Jensen frowns and offers a pathetic wave. “I’m sorry.” A beat later, he adds on, “And hi.”
Jared rises immediately, drops his tools to the ground, and wipes his hands on the jeans. They’re hanging low with tattered holes around the thighs and knees, and Jensen would sink to his knees right now to pull them off.
For all that he thought he couldn’t take advantage of his visions of Jared, Jensen finds that he can’t fight the feelings that have been brewing since they separated at the hospital.
“Can I come in?” Jensen asks with incredible restraint. When Jared summons him inside, he pats himself in the back for playing it cool so far. “I had a feeling you’d be here. Hope you don’t mind a drop-in.”
Jared rushes to wave off the impromptu visit. “No, not at all, it’s cool. I’m glad you stopped by.”
Jensen lifts a hopeful eyebrow. “Yeah?”
As he takes a slow step forward, Jared whispers, “Yeah.”
Swallowing hard, Jensen matches Jared’s slow pace to meet up in the middle of the living room. “Patching up the security system?”
“It needed a few upgrades anyway.”
“So you’re sticking around here for a while?”
“I couldn’t leave the place. Too many memories.”
Jensen nods slowly then takes a deep breath. “Right. All those camping trips.”
“And homemade breakfasts,” Jared offers with a small smile.
“Board games.”
“Trips to the bathroom.”
Jensen suddenly laughs at the memory of Jared carrying him full-body to the toilet so he could piss on that first day he woke up. “That was a really lovely moment,” he jokes. They stand just a few feet apart as they fall silent. Jensen fights for something to say and finally asks, “How’s your leg?”
Patting his upper thigh, Jared grins. “Like new.”
“The good ol’ fibrous fuse.”
“Mmhmm.”
Jensen matches Jared’s grin. “Speaking of … how long should I wear mine?”
Jared blinks a few times then gathers up a huge lung-full of air. “We could take it off right now.”
“Could we?” he murmurs.
Humming, Jared closes to gap between them and nudges his head against Jared’s, touching temple to temple as his eyes fall shut. His hands find Jensen’s hips then Jensen rests his hands on Jared’s upper arms. “It’d be my pleasure,” Jared whispers.
That’s all Jensen needs to hear, the huskiness in Jared’s voice. And to feel the wisp of air against his cheek. He tips up to kiss Jared, pressing in tight and immediately sucking Jared’s lower lip between his own. It’s an immediate shock for Jensen, and maybe Jared as well because they surge into the kiss with wide open mouths and tongues immediately tangling together.
Jensen moves right into Jared’s body and wraps his arms around Jared’s neck to bring them even closer together as they continue to kiss deeply, languidly. That wet slick of their mouths from his visions a few weeks ago echoes in the room and Jensen’s stomach turns with deep, dark want.
He reaches right for Jared’s shirt and yanks until Jared moves enough to help him get it off, then they get Jensen’s off as well, tossing them to the ground. He runs his hands all over Jared’s bare back to feel the body heat bleed into his fingers while Jared starts working on Jensen’s jeans. The buttons are free then Jared grabs onto the edges of the fly and tugs as he walks to backwards to the stairs.
“We really have waste time going up there?” Jensen pants out between kisses.
“I wanna lay you out on my bed.” Jared kisses his softly, leaving a few quick pecks across his cheek and to his hair. “Been thinking about it for a long time,” he growls in Jared’s ear.
“Okay, okay, yeah,” he breathes out. “Lead the way.”
Jared kisses him again before sliding his fingers between Jensen’s and pulling him up the stairs. They get back to making out as they move down the hallway, into Jared’s large master bedroom, and onto the spacious king bed. Jensen falls onto the bed with Jared falling on top of him. They rock their hips together with too much denim between them, so Jensen goes for Jared’s fly.
They separate long enough to lose everything else they’re wearing then settle in the middle the comforter with another round of patient, deep kisses. Now Jensen relives his vision of their bare skin sliding together, hands reaching for every inch on each other’s bodies, and he finally wraps his hand around Jared’s dick to begin stroking at the same pace as their tongues slipping around.
“I wanna fuck you,” Jared murmurs.
“I want you to fuck me,” Jensen agrees, meeting Jared’s eyes.
Jared drops his head down to Jensen’s as he catches his breath then closes his eyes. “God, you’re too perfect.”
Dragging his hands down Jared’s sculpted chest, Jensen chuckles and savors the ripple between each muscle. “Pot calling kettle black.”
In a brief pause of action, Jared reaches into his bed stand for lube and Jensen palms the fibrous fuse over Jared’s thigh. The fabric is just like his own, blue weave wound tightly around the muscles, but he finds something more sensual in holding his hands around Jared’s band. Around the spot where he’d been shot but has easily healed with the technology. Jared’s technology, the very medical wonder he created, because Jared is a fucking genius.
Jensen clears his throat with a small laugh. “Is it weird that I’m turned on that you created this?”
Jared comes back to hover over Jensen and smiles. “Only if it’s weird that I’m turned on you still have yours on.” He reaches down to touch the band around Jensen’s calf and sits back to kiss along the weave. Continuing north, he kisses and nibbles along Jensen’s knee, then inside of his thigh then high, high, high up near his dick. Jared drops lower and licks as low as he can, flickering at the edge of Jensen’s hole.
A whine seeps from Jensen’s mouth. “Okay, fuck, that’s even hotter.”
Jared transitions quickly to the lube and rubs along Jensen’s hole. He presses his index and middle fingers against the ring and finally gets one inside. Watching his work, Jared slips his middle finger to the first knuckle then pulls back, in then out at a steady pace and Jensen pants and writhes on the comforter to get even more inside.
Jensen clamps a hand around Jared’s forearm and guides him a little faster, just a bit deeper, to stretch as soon as possible. He fights against the painful push, yet relishes it all the same because it’s Jared working him open and he wants nothing more at this very moment than to have him fully inside.
“You ready?” Jared asks with two fingers steadily moving in and out.
“You?” Jensen questions, as if confirming this is really going to happen after he’s thought about it for two long weeks.
“What’s more than ready?” He chuckles then removes his fingers, leaving Jensen’s muscles trembling from the loss.
When Jared moves in with his dick nudging his hole, Jensen holds his breath and watches the creases in Jared’s forehead, the bulk of his biceps straining with his slow, careful movements. Jensen releases his breath only to take another deep one as Jared pushes in further, unhurried inch by inch. There’s a deep ache where Jared fits far inside. Then it’s quickly forgotten when Jared leans in to kiss slow and easy again as he lets Jensen adjust. Jensen bends his knees up against Jared’s sides and holds onto his shoulders with Jared’s first real movement back then in.
It doesn’t take long with all of their pent-up energy, the slow burn they lived with for three long days cooped up in the cabin, capped off by two weeks separated. Jared is sliding easily back and forth with whiny pants in Jensen’s ear. His voice pitches high as he cants his hips faster, slapping skin against Jensen’s and Jensen feels Jared reaching further inside him, both physically and emotionally, as they run head-first to their orgasms.
Jared bites into Jensen’s shoulder as he comes, and the shock of pain sparks Jensen to fist himself until he’s coming shortly after. As they catch their breath, Jared stays slumped against Jensen, his head tucked into the nook of Jensen’s shoulder. He drops a few soft kisses along the tender skin he’d bitten into just while Jensen runs his hands up and down Jared’s back, fingers tracing the knobs of his spine.
“We’re gonna get sticky soon,” Jared mumbles into Jensen’s skin.
Jensen blows out a long sigh. “I don’t think I can move.”
Jared shifts up to look at him and offer, “I can help you into the shower?”
“How come you never offered that before?” Jensen lifts and playful eyebrow. “When I couldn’t walk and all that?”
“I was being a gentleman.”
“And now?”
“You hungry?”
Jensen furrows his brow. “I guess?”
Jared sets his lips to Jensen’s and says, “A gentleman always cooks breakfast.”
Fond memories of pancakes and dressed up hash browns immediately warm Jensen from the inside out. He hums and kisses Jared sweetly. “Yes, you do.”
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Despite all their great ideas, they spend the rest of the day in bed, going long into the evening with a large LED TV posted on the wall keeping them company when they’re not wrapped up in each other.
Jensen extends his stay through the week before they head back into the city for a shopping trip to grab some clothes, and extraneous items Jared insists they need. Like a modem, router, and a number of wi-fi accessories, or else Jensen would quickly grow bored.
In the middle of the electronics store it hits Jensen that he hasn’t had a single vision since he was first holed up in Jared’s cabin. His mind is full of all sorts of grandiose ideas for the future, and like those last visions, they all star Jared.
This time, it’s about spending time at the cabin, making Jared smile, and carving out a spot together.
He thinks maybe his visions were always bringing him closer to Jared. And now he’s able to make the rest of the journey on his own.
