The King of Pain and Hurt (2/2)
Fic Title: The King of Pain and Hurt
Author: herminekurotowa
Artist: bluefire986
Beta: jj1564
Fandom/Genre: RPF, Werewolf AU
Pairing(s): Jensen/Jared
Rating: Adult
Word Count: ~ 5,200
Warnings: hurt!Jensen, hurt!Jared, violence,
Disclaimer: If I would own anything or anyone depicted in this work of fiction, believe me, I'd do other stuff.
Summary: If Jensen was another person, he could be happy now.
The original prompt
Jensen remembers Jared on the floor, obviously bound and hurt. He also remembers the rage, the immeasurable rage burning him with cold fire.
He remembers sharing the feeling with his human, remembers how they wanted to shred the world to bloody ribbons, just to get to his mate.
But then the world retaliated, and now he's weak and exhausted, also bound and hurting.
The feeling, though - it's still there, simmering under a fine coat of keep your temper.
Turning his head, he can see Jared, just a few inches away. When his claws find leverage on the floor, he pushes himself closer until he can lay his head down on Jared's shoulder, puffing hot air into his neck.
Jared opens his eyes, whispers, “Jensen,” and there's nothing else Jensen could need.
For a few blessed minutes it's only them; then an odor permeates the room that definitely is not human - that smells just wrong.
Jensen growls.
“Shhhh,” Jared tries to soothe him. “It's okay.”
Footsteps make the hardwood floor vibrate; a human form comes into Jensen's field of vision, but it's not completely human because he can smell it's not.
Squatting down before Jensen and his mate, the female non-human (not a wolf) smiles at them crookedly, dragging a sharp claw over Jared's cheek.
Both wolves bare their teeth, growling.
“Finally I have you,” she says, “right where I want you.”
Her focus, piercing and cold, turns to Jensen - her eyes too blue, her teeth too sharp, her blonde fur disheveled.
His human thinks still a pup, but all Jensen can think is rabid. She's dangerous - like eating a too long dead hare is dangerous - also disgusting.
He is glad though that he's able to interact with his human now. It was hard to never get an answer when he was howling and scratching at his human’s mind, trying to get through to him without success, for years. Just once was he able to do what he was supposed to do - save his human, protect his mate. And he had been so happy about his strong, handsome mate, but then his human shut him out for too long, didn't listen to him.
“You're quite cute,” the she-thing says to Jensen, who snaps at her to avoid the touch of her fingers. “You know, for a killer,” she continues, curling her fingers back.
“Who are you?” Jared croaks, and his voice reveals his exhaustion.
Standing up, she answers Jared, but still looks at Jensen. “I don't know you ever heard of me, but you killed my father.”
“Your...”
“You wormed your way into his confidence like the dirty snake you are, and then this mongrel mauled him to death.”
With a slight gasp, Jared says, “You're Omundson's daughter... Kathryn. You're supposed to be in Europe.”
“Oh, I know. I never do what I'm supposed to.” She shrugs her shoulder.
It's almost impossible for Jensen to bear the sight of this abomination; everything about this she-thing makes his skin crawl with disgust. His human whispers something about compassion and sympathy, so he relents - refrains from trying to bite her head off.
Pacing the room, she resumes talking.
“I never understood why dad didn't want me at the compound. The possibilities where boundless, but all he did was collect remedies for the benefit of mankind. It would have been so easy to become more than human, but did he ever listen?”
Jared snorts. “What do you call easy? Turning a human is extremely harmful, most of them die during the process.”
“I know! Only the strong survive, but there's a way to remove the element of uncertainty from the equation!”
Jensen can see her face; it's a scary sight, shining with the light of madness.
The sudden awareness makes Jared gasp. “What did you do?” he whispers.
“I made myself better than any human, better than any animal, could be,” she replies with a voice full of hubris. It's his human supplying this word; Jensen is preoccupied with trying to wiggle out of his bonds because he needs to protect, but his human is aghast at her words.
All this human talking and yapping. Jensen is so fed up with it, he needs to do something.
Unfortunately, the ropes don't budge an inch, and all he can do is make a frustrated huff. He wants his human to come out, which is not working either, maybe because of this weird stuff the ropes are made of that makes his skin itch.
“You're crazy!” Jared is shaking with rage. “You tried to turn yourself into a werewolf! Do you even know about the consequences?”
With a movement of her hand she sweeps Jared's question aside.
“I don't need to fear consequences. I created myself from the best cell substance there is, and now I'm better than any of you little mutts!”
Jensen doesn't listen to his human, who tries to explain what she's talking about. He just wants her gone so he doesn't have to look at her anymore.
“Anyway!” she exclaims cheerfully, clapping her hands in anticipation. “I have to see to a hurt human and then decide on how to kill both of you. Don't wait up for me!”
With swift kicks to their stomachs, she takes her leave.
Jared doesn't know what to do.
His wolf is too exhausted from the silver fetters, and try as he might, there's no way to shed them; and since Jensen is neither able to get rid of the ropes binding him nor change into his human form, all they can do is wait.
Wait for Kathryn to come back and kill both of them.
Jared can't comprehend how a human would undergo that kind of transformation of their own free will. It's said to be very painful, not to mention potentially lethal. And obviously Kathryn's body is proof how dangerous the process is - disfigured, stuck halfway between woman and wolf. Also, her brain didn't escape unharmed.
Or maybe she was borderline crazy before, since no sane person would come up with the idea of turning themselves into a werewolf.
Jared sighs.
Jensen's head is heavy on his stomach, his breath warm and regular. Jared would give an arm to be able to touch and pet the wolf; it's Life's kick in Jared's ass that now that Jensen found his wolf and connected with him, Jared is unable to simply touch.
Besides, there's this You’re gonna die soon thing.
He tries to send out distress calls knowing they're good for nothing, when there are noises from above.
Someone's scratching inside the bedroom, and then a thin brown wolf slinks down the stairs, his claws click-clacking on the steps.
“Luke?” Jared asks disbelievingly.
Jensen lifts his head, his tail thumping the ground happily when he notices his friend.
It really is Jared's brother; he can feel his warmth, the hairs of Luke's coat tickling Jared's face when the wolf licks it with relief.
“What are doing here?” Jared asks in a hushed voice. “Who's with you, where are they?”
But the wolf is sitting on his haunches, head tilted, and Jared realizes the problem: Luke can't help them without opposable thumbs.
Jensen sees it too, as his whining indicates.
“Maybe... can you gnaw through the ropes?” Jared asks just as Luke starts walking round him to get to Jensen's back.
The ropes are thick and heavy, but given time, it should be possible to gnaw them to pieces - unless they cause blisters on the corners of Luke's mouth.
Luke is rubbing at his mouth with his paw, whining and huffing in frustration, and Jared loses hope in saving themselves.
All he can do is wait - for his pack to come and rescue them, for Kathryn to come and kill them. Whatever happens first.
Apparently, though, Luke has a mind of his own and thinks there's something left to do.
He's growling and squirming and twisting himself; his bones realign themselves, his coat disappears, and wide-eyed, Jared sees his brother changing.
Just a few minutes later, a very human Luke is lying on the floor, panting after the exertion of forcing his body in a different form after too long.
“Ouch,” he groans.
“Luke,” Jared says staring at his pale, long-limbed, still too thin brother.
“Hey, little brother.” Luke grins sheepishly.
Whining Jensen demands attention, and Luke ruffles his fur.
“I need to get you out of here,” he says.
“I couldn't agree with you more,” Jared deadpans.
The ropes binding Jensen still burn Luke's hands, but less than they did his wolf's mouth. It takes a lot of cautious fumbling and quite some hissing and growling until Jensen's fetters finally fall away.
Extricating himself stiffly from the bundle of ropes, Jensen stands and shakes himself vehemently. His relief is palpable, though short-lived - footsteps are coming nearer. He tenses and snarls.
“Hurry up,” Jared urges his brother, who is picking the locks of his cuffs with something Jared can't see. The only answer he gets is a grunt.
The moment Jared is free, the door opens and in comes the man that was in the house with Travis earlier. He stops in his tracks, startled.
“Uhm, Miss Kay?” he says when Omundson's daughter enters the room.
Both of them carry guns that will shoot more than tranquilizer darts.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” she says, laughing maniacally.
Jensen's poised to attack, his fur bristling, his claws scratching the wooden floor. Luke seems equally ready to rip some throats out though he stays in the background. Jared can't blame him since he just reconnected with his human. And Jared...
Jared is so done with this situation and humans hurting werewolves. He just hopes that they'll be able to live in peace when Kathryn and her henchmen are gone. How many children did Omundson have?
His wolf is pushing to the surface, urging him to kill his tormentors and protect his mate and pack.
“Famous last words,” Jared growls, barely comprehensible through his elongating teeth.
He charges, changing in midair, and Jensen is right next to him.
The woods have lost their sinister feel.
Now, when he dreams about trees and woods, the floor is moss-covered and the underbrush is light. Sunbeams cut through the foliage, and when Jensen wakes, his gut aches to run, so he runs.
He gets to know his wolf better - how he loves to run free and play with the cubs; his wicked sense of humor and his need to protect his pack. They communicate with each other, and Jensen now knows he can do this, because he is not a bad person and his wolf is not a beast.
His wolf is not a beast.
Jensen still likes to sit on the back porch, but now he watches the little ones frolicking around the garden, sometimes joined by a parent. Frequently, Luke plays along, changing his form at will.
Once in a while he's joined by Jared, sitting next to him with their fingers entwined, or behind him with his chest pressed against Jensen's back, sharing body heat.
Their relationship is growing slowly, but it's growing. Jensen's wolf is eager to mate, still waits patiently though because Jensen wants to take it one step at a time.
His life is so different from the one he had planned before a sick man sent him into a nightmare. Now though... sitting close to his mate, united with his wolf, being part of a pack…now Jensen is happy.
~fin~
Author: herminekurotowa
Artist: bluefire986
Beta: jj1564
Fandom/Genre: RPF, Werewolf AU
Pairing(s): Jensen/Jared
Rating: Adult
Word Count: ~ 5,200
Warnings: hurt!Jensen, hurt!Jared, violence,
Disclaimer: If I would own anything or anyone depicted in this work of fiction, believe me, I'd do other stuff.
Summary: If Jensen was another person, he could be happy now.
The original prompt
Jensen remembers Jared on the floor, obviously bound and hurt. He also remembers the rage, the immeasurable rage burning him with cold fire.
He remembers sharing the feeling with his human, remembers how they wanted to shred the world to bloody ribbons, just to get to his mate.
But then the world retaliated, and now he's weak and exhausted, also bound and hurting.
The feeling, though - it's still there, simmering under a fine coat of keep your temper.
Turning his head, he can see Jared, just a few inches away. When his claws find leverage on the floor, he pushes himself closer until he can lay his head down on Jared's shoulder, puffing hot air into his neck.
Jared opens his eyes, whispers, “Jensen,” and there's nothing else Jensen could need.
For a few blessed minutes it's only them; then an odor permeates the room that definitely is not human - that smells just wrong.
Jensen growls.
“Shhhh,” Jared tries to soothe him. “It's okay.”
Footsteps make the hardwood floor vibrate; a human form comes into Jensen's field of vision, but it's not completely human because he can smell it's not.
Squatting down before Jensen and his mate, the female non-human (not a wolf) smiles at them crookedly, dragging a sharp claw over Jared's cheek.
Both wolves bare their teeth, growling.
“Finally I have you,” she says, “right where I want you.”
Her focus, piercing and cold, turns to Jensen - her eyes too blue, her teeth too sharp, her blonde fur disheveled.
His human thinks still a pup, but all Jensen can think is rabid. She's dangerous - like eating a too long dead hare is dangerous - also disgusting.
He is glad though that he's able to interact with his human now. It was hard to never get an answer when he was howling and scratching at his human’s mind, trying to get through to him without success, for years. Just once was he able to do what he was supposed to do - save his human, protect his mate. And he had been so happy about his strong, handsome mate, but then his human shut him out for too long, didn't listen to him.
“You're quite cute,” the she-thing says to Jensen, who snaps at her to avoid the touch of her fingers. “You know, for a killer,” she continues, curling her fingers back.
“Who are you?” Jared croaks, and his voice reveals his exhaustion.
Standing up, she answers Jared, but still looks at Jensen. “I don't know you ever heard of me, but you killed my father.”
“Your...”
“You wormed your way into his confidence like the dirty snake you are, and then this mongrel mauled him to death.”
With a slight gasp, Jared says, “You're Omundson's daughter... Kathryn. You're supposed to be in Europe.”
“Oh, I know. I never do what I'm supposed to.” She shrugs her shoulder.
It's almost impossible for Jensen to bear the sight of this abomination; everything about this she-thing makes his skin crawl with disgust. His human whispers something about compassion and sympathy, so he relents - refrains from trying to bite her head off.
Pacing the room, she resumes talking.
“I never understood why dad didn't want me at the compound. The possibilities where boundless, but all he did was collect remedies for the benefit of mankind. It would have been so easy to become more than human, but did he ever listen?”
Jared snorts. “What do you call easy? Turning a human is extremely harmful, most of them die during the process.”
“I know! Only the strong survive, but there's a way to remove the element of uncertainty from the equation!”
Jensen can see her face; it's a scary sight, shining with the light of madness.
The sudden awareness makes Jared gasp. “What did you do?” he whispers.
“I made myself better than any human, better than any animal, could be,” she replies with a voice full of hubris. It's his human supplying this word; Jensen is preoccupied with trying to wiggle out of his bonds because he needs to protect, but his human is aghast at her words.
All this human talking and yapping. Jensen is so fed up with it, he needs to do something.
Unfortunately, the ropes don't budge an inch, and all he can do is make a frustrated huff. He wants his human to come out, which is not working either, maybe because of this weird stuff the ropes are made of that makes his skin itch.
“You're crazy!” Jared is shaking with rage. “You tried to turn yourself into a werewolf! Do you even know about the consequences?”
With a movement of her hand she sweeps Jared's question aside.
“I don't need to fear consequences. I created myself from the best cell substance there is, and now I'm better than any of you little mutts!”
Jensen doesn't listen to his human, who tries to explain what she's talking about. He just wants her gone so he doesn't have to look at her anymore.
“Anyway!” she exclaims cheerfully, clapping her hands in anticipation. “I have to see to a hurt human and then decide on how to kill both of you. Don't wait up for me!”
With swift kicks to their stomachs, she takes her leave.
Jared doesn't know what to do.
His wolf is too exhausted from the silver fetters, and try as he might, there's no way to shed them; and since Jensen is neither able to get rid of the ropes binding him nor change into his human form, all they can do is wait.
Wait for Kathryn to come back and kill both of them.
Jared can't comprehend how a human would undergo that kind of transformation of their own free will. It's said to be very painful, not to mention potentially lethal. And obviously Kathryn's body is proof how dangerous the process is - disfigured, stuck halfway between woman and wolf. Also, her brain didn't escape unharmed.
Or maybe she was borderline crazy before, since no sane person would come up with the idea of turning themselves into a werewolf.
Jared sighs.
Jensen's head is heavy on his stomach, his breath warm and regular. Jared would give an arm to be able to touch and pet the wolf; it's Life's kick in Jared's ass that now that Jensen found his wolf and connected with him, Jared is unable to simply touch.
Besides, there's this You’re gonna die soon thing.
He tries to send out distress calls knowing they're good for nothing, when there are noises from above.
Someone's scratching inside the bedroom, and then a thin brown wolf slinks down the stairs, his claws click-clacking on the steps.
“Luke?” Jared asks disbelievingly.
Jensen lifts his head, his tail thumping the ground happily when he notices his friend.
It really is Jared's brother; he can feel his warmth, the hairs of Luke's coat tickling Jared's face when the wolf licks it with relief.
“What are doing here?” Jared asks in a hushed voice. “Who's with you, where are they?”
But the wolf is sitting on his haunches, head tilted, and Jared realizes the problem: Luke can't help them without opposable thumbs.
Jensen sees it too, as his whining indicates.
“Maybe... can you gnaw through the ropes?” Jared asks just as Luke starts walking round him to get to Jensen's back.
The ropes are thick and heavy, but given time, it should be possible to gnaw them to pieces - unless they cause blisters on the corners of Luke's mouth.
Luke is rubbing at his mouth with his paw, whining and huffing in frustration, and Jared loses hope in saving themselves.
All he can do is wait - for his pack to come and rescue them, for Kathryn to come and kill them. Whatever happens first.
Apparently, though, Luke has a mind of his own and thinks there's something left to do.
He's growling and squirming and twisting himself; his bones realign themselves, his coat disappears, and wide-eyed, Jared sees his brother changing.
Just a few minutes later, a very human Luke is lying on the floor, panting after the exertion of forcing his body in a different form after too long.
“Ouch,” he groans.
“Luke,” Jared says staring at his pale, long-limbed, still too thin brother.
“Hey, little brother.” Luke grins sheepishly.
Whining Jensen demands attention, and Luke ruffles his fur.
“I need to get you out of here,” he says.
“I couldn't agree with you more,” Jared deadpans.
The ropes binding Jensen still burn Luke's hands, but less than they did his wolf's mouth. It takes a lot of cautious fumbling and quite some hissing and growling until Jensen's fetters finally fall away.
Extricating himself stiffly from the bundle of ropes, Jensen stands and shakes himself vehemently. His relief is palpable, though short-lived - footsteps are coming nearer. He tenses and snarls.
“Hurry up,” Jared urges his brother, who is picking the locks of his cuffs with something Jared can't see. The only answer he gets is a grunt.
The moment Jared is free, the door opens and in comes the man that was in the house with Travis earlier. He stops in his tracks, startled.
“Uhm, Miss Kay?” he says when Omundson's daughter enters the room.
Both of them carry guns that will shoot more than tranquilizer darts.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” she says, laughing maniacally.
Jensen's poised to attack, his fur bristling, his claws scratching the wooden floor. Luke seems equally ready to rip some throats out though he stays in the background. Jared can't blame him since he just reconnected with his human. And Jared...
Jared is so done with this situation and humans hurting werewolves. He just hopes that they'll be able to live in peace when Kathryn and her henchmen are gone. How many children did Omundson have?
His wolf is pushing to the surface, urging him to kill his tormentors and protect his mate and pack.
“Famous last words,” Jared growls, barely comprehensible through his elongating teeth.
He charges, changing in midair, and Jensen is right next to him.
The woods have lost their sinister feel.
Now, when he dreams about trees and woods, the floor is moss-covered and the underbrush is light. Sunbeams cut through the foliage, and when Jensen wakes, his gut aches to run, so he runs.
He gets to know his wolf better - how he loves to run free and play with the cubs; his wicked sense of humor and his need to protect his pack. They communicate with each other, and Jensen now knows he can do this, because he is not a bad person and his wolf is not a beast.
His wolf is not a beast.
Jensen still likes to sit on the back porch, but now he watches the little ones frolicking around the garden, sometimes joined by a parent. Frequently, Luke plays along, changing his form at will.
Once in a while he's joined by Jared, sitting next to him with their fingers entwined, or behind him with his chest pressed against Jensen's back, sharing body heat.
Their relationship is growing slowly, but it's growing. Jensen's wolf is eager to mate, still waits patiently though because Jensen wants to take it one step at a time.
His life is so different from the one he had planned before a sick man sent him into a nightmare. Now though... sitting close to his mate, united with his wolf, being part of a pack…now Jensen is happy.
~fin~