Title: Warm Nights and Southern Stars ( Read more... )

Title: A Thousand Miles Behind
Genre: J2 AU 
Rating: NC17
Word Count: ~30,000 in five parts and epilogue. 
Summary: Jensen knew that he wasn't an uptight person--he was just organized. Jared wasn't as irresponsible as Jensen thought he was--he just knew how to kick back and have a good time. For very different reasons, they each decide to take a cross- ( Read more... )

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( Epilogue )

“When was the last time we did something ridiculous, just because we could?”  Jensen was lying on the couch in Tom’s small apartment, his hands crossed over his stomach and his feet propped up on the arm of the couch.

Tom sat at the long desk that ran along one wall in the living room, his back to Jensen.  He slammed the book he was reading shut ( Read more... )

They walked about another half an hour before the wind picked up and it began to grow colder. Another ten minutes down the road and cold rain began to fall, freezing as it contacted the pavement beneath their feet. Twenty minutes after that and they were being assaulted by icy rain that stung when it hit their faces. Jared decided that he was no ( Read more... )

The two had been walking down the deserted stretch of road for at least three hours before a car finally passed them.  Jared stuck out his thumb, not holding out much hope.  True to form, the car did not slow down even one bit.

“Did you really expect them to pick us up?” Jensen asked, slowing down his steady march a little.

“Not at all.  I mean, ( Read more... )

 
( Part Two )

Jared awoke, suddenly freezing cold and blinking as bright morning sunlight assaulted his eyes.

“Don’t you have an 8 o’clock class?” his roommate asked as he tossed Jared’s heavy blankets back down on top of him.

“What time is it?” Jared asked, his face scrunching up at the taste in his mouth, the combination of beer and Jim Beam hanging around like ( Read more... )

Furthermore, he wasn’t sure which door to go through.  It was a ridiculous silly, little thing really, but the front door was where guests always came in.  The side door was the one used for friends and family.  He wasn’t too sure which one he was any more.

He knew which one he wanted to be however, and took those last remaining steps to the kitchen ( Read more... )

The only times he had ever seen his father cry was from laughter.  The tough, old, Texas son of a gun.   It was a lesson that Jared wished he had learned from the man.  He knew that his father had so much more to teach him, but Jared had left, never given him the chance.

His sister walked into the kitchen, her hair still stringy and wet from a ( Read more... )