The Ides of March 20/?
Title: The Ides of March 20/?
Author: krebsbach
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Rating: NC-17 over all
Summary: Protecting Jensen Ackles is the only thing Jared remembers
Warning: AU mind control
BETA’D: momma66 much thanks
Notes: Sorta Bourne Identity, Manchurian Candidate, Men Who Stare at Goats’, I have been watching Jesse Ventura Conspiracy Theory
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared best friends everything else is a product of Misha Collins’ twisted mind. LOL!
All the girls were in the kitchen, Samantha spreading flour on the counter to roll the dough for biscuits. Geri was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee reading Texas Cattlemen Association monthly. Beth was helping with making dinner and Gina was looking out the kitchen window at Tom and Mike sparring in the yard.
It was fascinating to her that two men who loved each other could beat the hell out of each other in the name of training. Both men were stripped to the waist, sweat glistened on their tan torsos. Blood trickled from the corner of Mike’s mouth. The right side of Tom’s jaw had started to swell and bruise where Mike had caught him with a round house kick.
Anderly watched the two young men fighting, a feeling of nostalgia came over him. In another life he would have been right in there with them and maybe showing them a thing or two. Anderly had been a rough neck, cowboy and fighter in his youth. Full of bad attitude and the anger of a young man born on the wrong side of the tracks. Then his daddy handed him his draft notice and off he went to serve his country. By the time he returned Uncle Sam had turned Anderly into a man and Susie Ann Taylor had stole his heart.
“You boys about done? You’re making me tired just watching y’all.” Anderly called from the porch.
Tom ducked Mike’s last punch, grabbing the smaller man pulling him into a kiss.
Neither man noticed the slightly embarrassed look on the older man’s face. Anderly had nothing against homosexuals, known many in his time, been known to fool around with a few guys back in his military days. It was heated lust in the kiss that made Anderly feel like a voyeur.
A steady cloud of dust was kicking up in the distance two black SUV’s traveled down the road to the Ackles ranch. Christian looked at the two men in the back seat in the rearview mirror. Jared cradled Jensen in his lap a big hand massaging his neck. Christian was worried, Jensen looked like warmed over death.
The SUVs came to a skidding stop. Steve hopped out yelling for Misha. “Doc! Doc get out here. Jensen needs help.”
Anderly was off the porch as fast as his old body could take. Jensen’s limp body being carried by the giant scared the crap out of him. “Jensen!” Anderly looked up at Jared. “What hell happened to him?”
Misha and Aldis came running out of the house. Jeff and Chad were getting out of their truck. Misha looked at Jensen’s pale lax face and his stomach dropped. Something had gone wrong with the DNA injections he had given him. “We need to get him inside on a bed.” Misha looked at Jared. “I’m sorry Jared.”
Jensen was stripped down to his boxers. Misha took some blood, listened to his heart and lungs. Jensen heartbeat was strong, his lungs sounded clear and he didn’t have a fever. He looked exhausted, like he had been working 24/7 without rest for days.
“I need to run some tests on his blood.” Misha started to leave Jared stopped him.
“You said those injections were safe.” Jared snarled the words like an accusation.
“They should have been. The side effects should not have been this bad. Let me look at the blood samples, figure out what happened. Right now Jensen has all the signs of suffering from severe exhaustion nothing more. He needs rest.”
“Jay, leave the doc go. I’m tired that’s all. Come lay with me.” Jensen held out his hand weakly beckoning Jared to come lay with him.
Jeff leaned again the kitchen counter. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the real war was still coming. That Thompson and his assassins were just small battles. Jeff’s gut told him Caruso wasn’t dead and they need to be ready for when he came after them. “We need to do a walk through. Make sure everything is secure. Set up watches.”
“You don’t think this is over. That Caruso didn’t blow his own ass up.” Christian said
“No I don’t. The war is still coming.”
The Washington Post news floor was buzzing. Kevin Douglas burst into Dom’s office. “You guys are going to want to turn CNN on. Fred Thompson’s cabin just exploded.”
“At approximately nine o’clock last night a secluded cabin owned by the disgraced former Special Project Director for the CIA Fred Thompson exploded. The explosion ripped a mile wide crater in the West Virginia Mountains’. It is unconfirmed, but it is believed that Thompson was in the cabin when it exploded. The fire department is just now putting out the last of the blaze that started over 16 hours ago.”
“Looks like justice was swift in coming for Thompson.” Went said, looking over at Dom.
“Which one do you think did it?” Dom asked
“I’d put money on Kane. He is the one Thompson put a shoot to kill order on.”
“We are still covering the explosion that rocked a vacant munitions compound in Idaho where grass fires still blaze.” The CNN reporter continued.
“Damn those are a bunch of guys you don’t want to cross.” Dom swore shaking his head.
The Blue Orchid Motel fifty miles outside Tyler Texas didn’t get many visitors let alone five army looking guys. The motel manager, Agnes Richter, was very leery of the five men. They were all silent except the thin red headed one who asked for three rooms at the end of the lot.
“Here you are Mister.” Agnes looked down at the name the red head put on the registry card, “Mr. Caruso rooms one-ten, one-eleven and one-twelve.”
“Thank you. We won’t be needing housekeeping until after check out.” Caruso took the keys.
Togo watched the two new guys out of the corner of his eye. They both looked like horror movie serial killers. Heads shaved clean, pock marked oily faces, rodent like eyes and bad teeth. They were mercenaries for hire as far he could tell. How Caruso knew them Togo could only speculate.
Caruso handed out the room keys putting himself in between the four men. Pedrona was already eying young Mr. Togo like his was the turkey at Thanksgiving dinner. The last thing he needed was to leave a dead, bloody and raped body in a motel. Henesski was more than likely going to put two bullets in Pedrona’s head while he was sleeping tonight anyway. Caruso hoped the man could restrain himself until the mission was over.
“Henesski.” Caruso stopped the bigger man before him went into his room. “Make sure Pedrona doesn’t do any visiting tonight. Togo is our pilot. We are going to need him later.”
“That’s a tall order. I could snap and kill the ugly mother fucker.” Henesski smirked at the thought of killing Pedrona.
“Later we need him. From the new reports doesn’t look like Thompson’s assassins were successful in taking out Morgan’s team. At least not Kane and Carlson.” Caruso had a feeling that to get Padalecki and Ackles he was still going to have to go through Morgan.
Henesski paused Caruso had never said who they were going after. “Morgan? You’re after Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan and his team?”
“Yes, is that going to be a problem?” Caruso asked his hand going to his side arm. He didn’t want to kill Henesski now before he served his purpose but he would if he had to.
Shaking his head “Nah, not a problem at all. Not for me at least.” Henesski answered cryptically.
Inside their motel room Togo sat down on his bed. “Is it just me or do those guys make your skin crawl too?” he asked Rodriguez.
“Caruso makes my skin crawl. Those two make me believe demons are real.” Rodriguez said tossing his bag on the second bed.
“We are dead when this is over aren’t we?” Togo asked but his gut told him the answer before Rodriguez answered.
“We were dead the minute Caruso called us into his office two years ago when Morgan’s team high tailed it.”
Misha had marveled at the set up Anderly had in his basement. Because he lived a ways out of town and needed some nursing care he had a mini clinic.
Nurse Cassidy laughed when his jaw dropped. “Mr. Ackles may be a cowboy but he is a wealthy one. Plus the Governor adores her father in-law so he gets the best.”
The blood samples looked normal under the microscope. He pulled out the slides he had bought from the island one of Jensen’s blood before, one of Jared’s before he extracted the panther DNA. Misha looked at them against the sample of Jensen’s blood now after the injections.
“Son of a bitch!” Misha swore. Jensen’s blood sample was now identical to Jared’s. Jensen now had not only Jared’s DNA but panther DNA too.
TBC>>>>>