Broken Angel 9/?
Title: Broken Angel 9/?
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: ~5100
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for violence, sexual situations, and references to non-con(but nothing graphic)
A/N: This story is based off a prompt by the amazing imogen_lily . Thank you so much for the gorgeous banner and for letting me play with this idea! I appreciate all the help sweetie!!!
Summary: Senator Fred Lehne has been brutally attacking, raping, and murdering young men for over a decade, but always evades arrest thanks to his money and power. He has everyone fooled, except one team of detectives headed by Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan and his protege Jensen Ackles. When things become worse, Morgan goes to FBI agents Misha Collins and Jim Beaver for help. They offer it in the form of Jared Padalecki, hotshot profiler who also happens to be Jensen's boyfriend. But there is more Jared...he also happens to be the only surviving victim of Lehne's...
Jared groaned as he tried to turn his head. It felt far too heavy and was painfully pressed against something. He felt a slight rumble run through his body, pressing him further into whatever he was laying against. He finally got his eyes to open, but the sight made him wish they had stayed shut.
He was back in the van…the same van Lehne had taken him in all those years ago. Jared tried to push himself up off the backseat, however tight ropes preventing him from making it very far. He let out a frustrated huff and fell back onto the leather. The vehicle swerved, hitting a particularly large pothole in the already bumpy road. It jarred Jared’s bruised leg, causing him to cry out at the pain.
“You’re awake,” Lehne said as he twisted around in the front seat. He grinned back at Jared. “Good…was worried you were going to miss out on all the fun, my boy!”
“MMMM,” Jared groaned. “Lucky me…”
“You are lucky you insolent brat! You don’t understand! To get this type of attention from me…”
“It’s a real pleasure,” Jared supplied flatly.
“You don’t understand!” Lehne raged. He hit his hand hard against the steering wheel, reopening one of the dog bites that had clotted over. “No one understands! You’re going to get my undivided attention…I won’t make the same mistake twice.” Lehne jerked the van over to the side of the road and put it in park. “This time, I made sure we were farther out…”
Jared gulped down his fear as Lehne unbuckled his belt and climbed towards the back. Within seconds, he was settling himself down on top of Jared, practically straddling Jared. His weight pressed painfully on Jared’s bruises, but he did his best not to show it. He wouldn’t give Lehne any more satisfaction out of this…
However, Jared couldn’t help the flash of fear that lit up his eyes when Lehne slowly pulled a knife out from his boots. The moonlight caught on the cold metal. Jared bucked up, trying to knock his captor off of him.
“Slow down there, kid,” Lehne smirked. “You want to save your energy. We’re just getting started.” He ran his thumb down the blunt side of the blade. “You know…I was so disappointed.” He took his hand away from his knife and pulled at Jared’s t-shirt. He ripped the material just enough to reveal the scar on Jared’s chest. The line had grown fainter with time, but the senator could still see his mark against the skin. Well…his unfinished mark.
“I was so disappointed that I never got to finish. You didn’t get to become mine…”
With little warning, he sunk the knife into the skin. It wasn’t deep enough to kill, but it did send blinding pain through Jared’s chest. “GAH!”
“Shh…don’t move!” Lehne twisted and turned the blade so that it retraced the scar of the would be lily. He flicked up so that he could finish the other half.
Jared closed his eyes and bit his lip as the pain sliced through him. It was happening again…just like it had all those years ago. There was nothing he could do but lay back and face the present and the haunting memories from his past…
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The blood ran down his chest and soaked the leather underneath him. His shirt lay tattered on the floor. Tears streamed down his face while sadistic laughter filled the cramped space.
“So beautiful,” Lehne cooed above him.
Jared breathed a sigh of relief that Lehne was still fully dressed and had allowed Jared to put on a pair of dirty sweatpants. They were caked in dirt and had blood soaking through from the leg wound he was now sporting. It was better than nothing…which was what he had been forced to deal with earlier…
“GAH!” Jared cried out. Lehne was splicing through his chest once more. He’d been doing so periodically for the past three days, going deeper and wider with each day. Jared wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it.
“Don’t move! You can’t move, damn it! You’re gonna be perfect…”
A noise echoed from outside the van. It almost sounded like a police siren and car passing by. Jared screamed out at the sound, hoping to attract attention. It only earned him a rough slap across his already bruised and swollen face.
“Keep quiet!” Another noise came from outside, but this time it sounded like something hitting against the side of the van. “Shit!” Lehne cursed, sending the knife a little deeper. Jared did his best not to cry out again. “You stay put!” With that, Lehne climbed off Jared and stepped out of the van to figure out what was going on outside.
Jared allowed a few more tears to escape while he caught his breath. He could feel the blood pooling on his chest and thigh. He entire body hurt, and he knew he was probably bleeding internally as well. He had to get out.
He could hear Lehne moving around outside. He steeled himself for the onslaught of pain before pushing up from the seat. His vision nearly whited out, but when he was finally able to regain it, he could see that Lehne had accidentally left the front door of the van open. Lehne must have assumed Jared wouldn’t be able to really move. Granted, Jared wasn’t even sure if he could move at this point…but he had to.
He slowly dragged himself towards the front of the van. He leaned out towards the door, only to snap his head back in as Lehne walked back around to the other side. He didn’t dare even breathe until Lehne was on the other side of him. He edged nearer to the door once more so that he could see Lehne walking out towards the woods. Now that Jared was sitting up, he could tell they were in the middle of the woods, heading deeper into the trees. The road wasn’t even paved, showing how remote and out there they were.
With one last shuddering breath, Jared carefully climbed out of the van. His leg nearly buckled when weight was put on it, but he managed to stay upright. He moved as fast as his abused body could towards the tree line. He dodged a few bushes and finally fell to the ground when his body just couldn’t take any more. “No,” he cried softly to himself. He had to hide, no matter how badly his body wanted to give up. He just couldn’t. He stifled a moan as he crawled towards the thicket of bushes a few feet from where he’d fallen. He pushed his lanky body underneath them, ignoring the bit of the branches on his skin.
“YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH!!”
He cringed as Lehne’s rage filled voice bounced off the trees but he didn’t dare move a muscle.
“WHERE ARE YOU?!?”
He stayed put, waiting and praying for what seemed like hours. Eventually, he heard the van start up and move down the path. Lehne continued to scream and shout out for him. It caused Jared to tremble where he lay, yet he managed to keep quiet. After awhile, Lehne seemed to be tiring.
“YOU’RE GONNA REGRET THIS!!!!” Lehne kept saying the words, as if they were his new mantra. They played in Jared’s head for hours afterwards, long after Lehne had driven away and Jared had started dragging himself out of the woods…
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“Oh God…”
The newsfeed came in across their system, showing that the police had a warrant out for Senator Lehne’s arrest and that he was believed to have abducted criminal profiler Jared Padalecki.
“No…”
Mike’s heart sank further as he saw the news repeated across his computer. His newspaper had been notified to print the alert only minutes ago and had already posted it to their own website. He still couldn’t believe it…
His eyes kept flicking up towards the image of Dr. Padalecki that they’d posted. Mike had met Jared on a couple of occasions; mainly during some of the higher profile trials he’d had the privilege of covering. Jared had always been kind to him and given him the interviews that helped set Mike apart from his coworkers. To see Jared in this situation, it killed Mike.
Mike grabbed a paperweight from his desk and flung it at his wall. The glass shattered on impact, but it did little to make him feel any less frustrated.
“Woah…what was that for?” Tom asked as he came around the corner and towards his husband’s office. He maneuvered around the shards and walked into the small space. He slipped out of his jacket and set it down on a nearby hook behind the door. He then stepped closer to Mike and eyed him worriedly.
But Mike didn’t say a word. He just glared at Tom from his place at his desk, bouncing his leg up and down.
“What’s going on?” Tom asked. He huffed in frustrated when Mike didn’t bother answering yet again. “Mike? Come on! I woke up to an empty bed this morning and not even a note to let me know you got called in! I just guessed and got lucky! So will you tell me what the hell is wrong?”
One of the guys who always brought around the new editions every morning silently let himself in and set down one of the papers for Mike. He didn’t say anything, nor did he bother to stick around for long. Even to him it was obvious that Mike was seriously upset.
Mike stood up from his swiveling chair, sending it crashing to the ground. He stepped across the room, his shoes crunching the glass underneath them. He snatched up the paper from the small table and threw it into Tom’s hands. “That’s what’s got me upset you stupid son of a bitch…I told you…you shouldn’t have…” Mike’s nostrils flared and he had to cut himself off to calm down. He couldn’t cause a scene in his workplace.
Tom’s brow furrowed in confusion and he glanced down at the front page. His eyes grew wide as he read the headline. “Oh God,” he gasped, suddenly looking sick.
“You told him Jared was a profiler didn’t you?”
“I-I…I didn’t think he’d-“
“It’s pretty damn obvious you didn’t think!” Mike fumed.
“I…I was just doing my job, Mikey. He asked me to look into the team investigating him. I saw where Jared dated Detective Ackles and how he was a profiler but…”
“But you didn’t take the accusations seriously like I said you should,” Mike supplied, slightly less heated. He was still mad as hell at his husband for being so careless. Yet he could easily see the storm of emotions flooding through Tom.
“Shit…when did this happen?”
“Last night. Jensen went to the park looking for Jared and their dogs. He found the dogs, all bloodied up, and Jared’s hoodie and cane. Jared was smart enough to leave some clues behind. He dropped his cell phone.”
“Damn it…they could’ve used that to track him…”
“True, but he also used it to take a video of Lehne dragging him against his will towards the parking lot. That’s why they were able to issue a warrant for his arrest. It gave them the proof they’ve been after for years. But, yeah, they have no idea where Lehne could’ve taken him. They found tire tracks in the parking lot and in the road, but that’s all. They looked like the headed east, which means he didn’t hit the highway. Other than that though…” Mike shrugged sadly. “I got called in this morning to make sure we ran the story. They really didn’t want it up in case Lehne saw it and freaked, but they also had to get it out that Jared was taken in case someone sees him. In the past, it always seems like Lehne goes off the grid whenever he grabs someone. They’re hopin’ he stuck with his MO. If not, this could get Jared killed.” Mike rubbed at his eyes tiredly.
“I didn’t know, Mike. You know I’d never…I never would’ve done anything like this if I actually thought Lehne was guilty. I honestly just thought he was creepy bastard of a politician.”
“Tom…”
“And the pay! It was so incredible, babe! I was going to be able to take you…” Tom suddenly stopped talking. “Holy shit!”
“What?” Mike asked, allowing more worry to creep into his voice.
“I think I…I might know where he’s going. I’ve gotta go, Mike!” Tom tossed the paper down onto Mike’s desk and twirled around to grab his coat. He threw it on quickly. “I love you. And I’m so sorry…” With that, he ran out of the room, leaving Mike completely confused and scared to death. Nothing about this felt good…
*********
Jensen’s hands shook as he paced around the precinct. He squinted as the newly risen sun streamed in through the window. Once his eyes settled, they locked in on Jared’s cell phone. It was sitting on the table in an evidence bag; Danni had already transferred the video to their computer database. It finally gave them the critical proof they always needed…but it seemed to have come with a high price…
“God,” Jensen groaned. He wanted to slam his fist into the brick wall beside him and scream at the world. It wasn’t fair! Jared didn’t deserve this! He’d had enough shit thrown at him, yet here they were...
The rest of the team had all gathered and were going about their own tasks. Danni had been analyzing the video for hours now. Jeff had been holed up in his ME’s office downstairs, pouring through his old reports for anything that could help. Jensen knew it was a lost cause in regards to that, but he didn’t have the heart to say anything to Jeff when his baby brother was at the bastard’s hands yet again. Christian and JD were still at the park searching for anything and everything they could have missed. Jim had gone over to the senator’s office with a warrant to go through all his documents. The older man hadn’t called with anything new though; Lehne was too smart for that. Misha had stayed at the precinct and was going through contacts for information.
All in all…they were coming up with absolutely nothing…
Jensen continued pacing around the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Danni walked up behind him and rubbed at his shoulders. “Just me, sweetie. Come on…come sit down with me. You’re gonna wear yourself out.”
“I can’t relax,” he muttered. “Not when Jay’s out there with…”
“I know baby.” Danneel pulled Jensen towards her and wrapped her arms around him. “We’ll get him back. Don’t you doubt that for a minute!”
“But how? We don’t even know how Lehne figured it all out!”
“I think I can help,” a voice softly said from out to the side.
Jensen and Danni pulled apart to gaze up at the newcomer. Misha abandoned his spot at the phones and walked over to join them.
“Who are you?” Jensen asked skeptically.
“Tom…Tom Welling…PI.” Tom dug into his pocket and pulled out his license. “I…uh…I was working for Senator Lehne. One of his assistants hired me to investigate the officers working his case and-“
Tom never got the chance to finish that sentence. Jensen had shrugged out of Danni’s hands and was on the PI within seconds.
“You son of bitch!” he spat in Tom’s face. “You were the one who told Lehne Jared’s real name, weren’t you?!? You blew his cover!!” Jensen swung Tom around so that his back slammed into the concrete of the wall.
“I didn’t know what he was going to do! I thought-“
Jensen’s fist cut off the words Tom was about to say. He landed another hit to the taller man’s side. Tom would’ve fallen to the ground, but Jensen kept him pinned and upright.
After a few more hits, Misha finally thought it was time to pull Jensen off of Tom. The few minute he’d allowed it to go on was a testament to how pissed off he was as well. “Let him go, Jen. You’ve done enough…for now.” Misha grabbed Jensen’s shoulder and hauled him backwards. Tom fell to the floor, panting heavily. Jensen tried to lunge back at Tom, but Misha held tight.
“What the hell do you want?!? You here to gloat?” Danni finally spoke up. Her anger was seething just below the surface and she was only a few seconds from ripping into Tom herself.
“NO!” Tom replied, surprisingly strong, in between gasping breaths. “I…came…to help.”
“I think you’ve done enough,” Misha barked.
“Please! I didn’t…I thought the accusations were bullshit! I never…”
“Obviously they’re not!” Jensen yelled, trying to once again get to Tom.
“I realize that now!!!” Tom pushed himself up from the cold tiles, leaning against the wall for support. “I wouldn’t have taken the job if I had known! I worked with Pellegrino before and he wasn’t that bad of a guy so I just assumed…”
“Look where that got you,” Danni snapped.
“I know! That’s why I’m here. I think I can help…”
Jensen instantly stopped fighting Misha to get to Tom. “How so?”
“I think I have an idea of where he might be going. My husband…he works for a newspaper…he said you all thought he would possibly be heading east of the park?”
“The tire tracks pointed in that direction. But he could’ve doubled back or anything,” Jensen replied, calming slightly. He still wanted to rip the guy’s head off, but if he could help, then Jensen would have to tap down that rage.
“Of course, but Lehne owns a private cabin out on Breckin Lake…”
“It isn’t in his records,” Misha sputtered.
“I noticed. I checked into it myself,” Tom added. “He bought it off the books. Cash in hand from some old couple who didn’t have a lot. They couldn’t keep it up or something. Not really important…”
“Yes it is,” Jensen sighed. “If we don’t have the records to show which one it is, then we can’t get to Jared fast enough! Lehne probably wants to finish what he started. And…there must be dozens of privately owned cabins out on the damn lake…God.” Jensen rubbed a hand over his eyes as tears started to sting at the back of them.
“I know which is his.” Tom riffled through his coat pocket and pulled out a printout. “His secretary gave me this the other day when I was leaving. He’d…he offered to let me and my husband stay there. It was his way of thanking me for all my hard work.” Tom cringed. “Here.” He handed the paper over to Jensen. “I want to help you guys. I’ll do whatever you need.”
Jensen smiled as he holstered his gun. “Good, we’ve got a cabin to find…”
*********
Jared awoke with a start, a gasp falling from his lips. His chest was on fire and still bleeding sluggishly. He looked down at the wound. It didn’t seem as deep as it had been the first time, but it was complete. He had the lily in all its haunting glory. He’d been marked…
With a choked sob, he took his eyes off his chest and looked around his new surroundings. He was inside, and it appeared to be a cabin. The elaborate stone fireplace looked expensive, as did the furniture that he was currently staining with his blood.
“You’re up,” Lehne said with a smirk as he sauntered into the room. “Good…was beginning to think you’d miss out on all our fun.”
“Lucky me,” Jared mumbled, too quietly for Lehne to actually hear. “What exactly are you going to do to me?” He was proud of himself when he managed to keep his voice from quivering.
“Now…that would spoil the surprise of it, my boy!”
“I’m not your boy!”
Lehne smirked and walked towards the couch Jared was lying on. He reached up and caressed Jared’s tender chest. “This says differently.” He continued to run his hand down from Jared’s chest all the way down to his thigh. “If I’m remembering right, this does too.” He removed his hand from Jared and reached for his knife again. He swiped it across Jared’s jeans, cutting at the fabric around his thigh. The edges of his scar became visible as the denim was sliced away. “I was right…”
Jared gulped back in fear as the knife found it’s way to the scar once more. Lehne teased with the blunt side of the blade before suddenly plunging it deep into the muscle. “NO!” Jared cried out. He couldn’t help it. As much as he didn’t want to give Lehne the satisfaction, it hurt like hell. The nerves were on fire as the blade pierced through them once more.
“That ought to keep you in place,” Lehne smiled. “Can’t have you running off again.” His blood stained hand cupped Jared’s sweaty face.
“Managed…to…with it…last…time,” Jared said around gasping breaths.
“Why you little bitch!” Lehne’s hand was no longer cupping Jared’s face, but was instead slapping him roughly across the cheek. He followed it up with a few more punches and hits to various parts of Jared’s body. By the time he was through, Jared was nearly passing out from the pain. “You don’t get to talk to me like that!”
Jared didn’t reply. His vision swam as Lehne walked out of the room. Once he was gone, Jared tried to curl into himself against the pain. He only managed to fall off the couch. He landed with a pain filled grunt against the hardwood floor. Tears silently cascaded down his reddened cheeks.
He wanted Jensen…he wanted to be home with Jensen and the dogs, curled up on their couch, far away from all of this.
Jared picked up his sore head from the floor, realizing he was near the fireplace now. The poker was only a few feet away from him. It would be hell, but he could get to it if he tried…he had to try.
His leg was on fire when he pushed himself up just a little from the floor. He breathed through it and tried to ignore everything. He had to focus on moving closer to the fireplace. It was his only shot at this point.
It took him a lot longer than he liked, but he eventually pulled the poker from the basket. The metal felt heavy against his palm as he slid back into his position next to the couch. He pushed the poker underneath the edge of the couch and curled back into a ball as he heard footsteps drawing closer.
“Sorry, my boy…I had to get some air. Didn’t want to go too far too soon. That would ruin all the fun.” Lehne walked over to Jared and knelt down next to him. He caressed down from Jared’s face to his bleeding chest. “So perfect!” He ran his hand down farther, settling on Jared waistband. Jared whimpered involuntarily. “Shhh…gonna be so much fun, my precious.” Lehne continued to stroke around Jared’s waist and moved so that he was straddling Jared.
Jared’s stomach rolled as the weight settled above him. His brain screamed and cried out, but he kept his mouth shut. He only had one chance. He had to play along for just few seconds.
Lehne pushed down onto Jared a little, and that was it. Jared couldn’t handle this for another minute. He glided his hand discreetly along the floor until he connected with the metal of his weapon. Lehne started to move his hands lower, and Jared made his move.
He brought the poker out and shoved it up with all his strength. It stabbed into the flesh at Lehne’s shoulder, causing the bastard to rear back at the pain. Jared used the moment to kick out with his good leg and shove the senator off of him. Lehne fell to the side, cursing and grasping at his bleeding shoulder.
Jared shoved himself off the floor and hobbled into a somewhat upright position. His leg threatened to collapse; yet he was able to gain a semblance of balance by shifting the majority of his weight to the other leg. He picked up the poker and used it as a crutch. He didn’t want to leave it behind. Lehne was hurt, but that didn’t mean anything…as he learned minutes later.
“You bastard! You’ve ruined everything! You always ruin things!” Lehne scrambled to his feet. He had his knife in his hand again. He lunged towards Jared clumsily with it in his outstretched hand.
It took all Jared had not to collapse, but he started to move around the room. Lehne swung out at him with the knife too many times to count. He stabbed and sliced, trying to connect to any part of Jared’s body he could. However, Jared managed to work his way around the room. It hurt, but his adrenaline helped to keep him going.
He finally found his way towards a door and fell into another room. He slammed the door and threw the lock into place. He immediately sagged to the floor and let his tears cascade down his cheeks.
Lehne pounded on the door and yelled with all his might. “You don’t understand what you are missing out on! Just wait, you’ll see!!!” Jared made out a shuffling of feet and then something else was pounding against the door. Only this time it wasn’t a fist…it was an ax. There must have been one somewhere in the cabin for the firewood. Shit…
“You’re going to be mine! You were always supposed to be mine! I chose you! You don’t understand! You are never going to get away from me! You will always be mine! You think that lil bitch you’ve shacked up with is better than me?!? You can never be his! You’ve been mine since you were sixteen! Anyone can see it!!”
Jared unconsciously looked to his chest. The blood was still seeping through, but he could see the reddened lines of the lily contrasting with his pale skin. He slumped even farther down onto the ground and tried to scoot away from the door. His back connected with a bed that stood a few feet away. He could see the ax stated to penetrate the wood more and more.
This was it…
It was all going to end tonight…
And then the shots rang out…
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“No you don’t!” Misha said as he grabbed onto Jensen’s arm to hold him in place. “You’re not going in there first and you sure as hell aren’t going in there alone.”
“I’m going to go rip that bastard apart and-“
“Jensen, I want Lehne to go down too. But I’m not risking you or Jay any more. We’re doing this right. Got it?”
Jensen nodded and adjusted his bulletproof vest. He took the safety off his gun and stood at ready. “Let’s do this then.”
Misha looked over towards Jim, JD, and Chris before motioning towards the small team of agents he had summoned for this. Danni and Jensen stood behind him. Jeff was sitting in the ambulance at the ready.
Everyone went into a blur of motion with a flick of Misha’s wrist. “FBI!” they all shouted as the door was broken down. The wood shards flew everywhere as they all poured into the room and started going in all directions. Jensen stayed behind Misha and followed him into what looked like a den. Another couple of agents stood at the ready in front of them.
They all saw him at once…
Lehne was standing with an ax raised above his head, about to strike at the bedroom door.
“FBI! Put the weapon down now!” one of the agents shouted.
Lehne flipped around to face them, still holding the ax at ready. He didn’t say a word, but his face morphed into pure rage. He began advancing on them.
“Put it down now or we’ll be forced to shoot!”
He didn’t heed the advice.
Misha and Jensen immediately raised their guns and fired. Jensen’s shot missed and flew into the floor. Misha’s connected with Lehne’s leg, sending the sadistic bastard to the ground. Jensen kicked the ax away from his reach, and it took all he had not to fire a few more shots into the guy.
“Go,” Misha said as he put his hand to Jensen gun and pushed it down. “Don’t waste your time on him. I’ve got it, Jen. Get Jared.” He flicked his head towards the splintering door.
Jensen smiled nervously at Misha before taking off towards the bedroom. He reared back and kicked the door in. At first he couldn’t see Jared, but after a second he saw Jared’s sneaker sticking out from under the bed. “Jay…”
Jensen run around towards the side of the bed and fell to his knees in front of Jared. The younger man was shaking and looked nearly unconscious. Jensen reached up and put his hand to Jared’s throat…praying for a pulse. As soon as his hand touched Jared’s skin, his eyes few open and his hand tried to bring the poker back up to stab at his attacker. But he was weaker than he had been earlier.
“Easy, baby,” Jensen soothed. He pulled the poker out of Jared’s hand and set it to the side. “Shh…you’re safe. I’ve gotcha. Jensen’s gotcha.”
Jared’s eyes few around the room before finally landing on Jensen. “Jen?” His breathing was coming in fast gasping sounds and tears were flooding his red-rimmed eyes. He brought his hand up and reached shakily towards Jensen.
Jensen grasped Jared’s hand in his and kissed it.
“Y-you came?”
“Always will,” Jensen choked out.
“He…he said…”
“Shhh…don’t listen to him. I love you.”
Tears spilled down Jared’s face. He got a hand underneath himself and tried to push up to get to Jensen. “GAH!” He fell back as pain exploded across his torso.
“Oh God,” Jensen gasped as his eyes fell on Jared’s tattered and stained t-shirt. He gently pushed up the corner and felt his own tears flood his eyes at the sight.
There on Jared’s normally smooth and muscular stomach was a long stab wound. Blood poured out of it and pooled on the floor. Jensen didn’t know how he missed it…
“J-Jen?”
“Shh…save your energy, babe. I’ve gotcha.” Jensen ripped off his vest and then his jacket. He balled up the material and pressed it into the wound. Jared barely flinched, but he did cry out at the pain. “I’m so sorry,” Jensen choked.
“I…know…” Jared blinked his eyes at the black spots dancing across his vision. “Me…too...” With that, Jared’s body finally gave in to the pull of unconsciousness.
“NO! Jared?!? Jay!”
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