CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompts Post // July 1 - 15
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*Jared, there’s even more of those fuckers in the containment center, come over, you have to see them, a fucking baby!! They found a fucking baby who doesn’t drink milk but blood. The fucking monster…* Gen kept talking. She hated the rottens just as much as Jared.
“I’ll be there.”
Jared’s life was simple, he worked on a factory, as manager, then went training with his militia and then picketing those special health centers for rottens, and he felt those creatures had no right to demand for resources living ones could use.
Sometimes, Jared used to think that if at least his brother was one of those who came back, but no, Jeff was killed and nothing could change that.
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The police car stopped in front of the police station, but instead of going inside that building they walked to the one next ot it, it was a health center for partially living. Jensen walked slowly, his wrists tied behind his back and eyes casted down. The cop was using gloves and it made him remember thing.
“You fucking fagot.” That tall guy with the brown hair shouted and Jensen felt the impact of the orange against his head. “Why don’t you kill yourself freak, all creatures like you should die.” The gang consisting in eight boys, all of them used to be his classmates, laughed and a rain of things landed on him. Jensen did his best to shield his face and his glasses. “Or maybe move to San Francisco where you could die of some weird gay disease!” The pickup truck sped up and he was left surrounded by a cloud of dust.
Jensen walked the short path to Misha’s farm.
“Jensen?” Misha ran to him and when he had no answer he moved to hold his face and caress his cheek. “You okay?” and let out a surprised gasp and a groan as he cleaned the blood from his temple where something hit so hard it split his skin open. “You’ll be okay sweetheart. I’ll take care of it.”
Do you remember the feeling of the sun on your skin on those first days of spring? When you just want to stand and soak in on the light and warmth? When everything smells fresh and clean? When there’s a promise of new things coming? Hope and love and warmth? that’s what Misha was for Jensen, and his hands on Jensen face meant only one thing. Those bullies could come with rocks next time he still wouldn’t care.
“Jensen?” this time was his mother. She came running followed by his father, dressed on a sharp suit.
It was his father who ordered to the officer to carry him inside as fast as he could.
Once in an empty office, all by themselves Mr. Ackles moved closer to him.
“Why are you back?”
Jensen looked at his father and it came back to him, those same words he heard from his bullies, from those who used to hurt him and Misha, the same hate coming from his father.
“I don’t know.”
“Where were you while… all this... all this time.”
Jensen once more looked around to his mother, to the window and the calendar on the desk.
“I don’t know how long has it been?”
“Jensen.” his mother got close. “You died five years ago, a Tuesday, October the 6th.”
Everything came to his mind, everything, from the guy, what was his name? Tall and long haired, he punched Misha, and Jensen made him regret it.
He remembered the cop, the new sheriff, the one who put his fingers inside him, the one who called him a slut and raped him. The bastard let the tall guy, what was his name? The sheriff let him take pictures and everything.
He was too ashamed to tell his boyfriend, being the only gay guys in the whole county, stupid fucking rural Texas. He told his parents and they blamed him “if you were normal…”, “how can a normal man rape one of your kind?”, “you must have done something.”, but what hurt him the most were his father’s words “is not enough to have you? As disgusting as you are? You have to lie about poor Sheriff Anders too?”
He hung himself in the tree near the river, after a fight with Misha, he couldn’t let his boyfriend touch him, everything triggered memories of that man. Misha said they should give themselves some time. Jensen couldn’t see anything else.
“Did someone else saw him?” Mr. Ackles was talking to his wife and the lady only nodded. “Damn, he’ll have to stay with us then…”
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Jensen wished he didn’t have to wake up.
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Jared got to the entry of the center to see the car of Mayor Ackles there.
“Can you believe it?” Gen said once he was close enough. “The rotten brought up this morning? He’s the city Mayor’s son.”
Jared let out a huff of indignation.
“Hope he doesn’t expect us to be kind with him.” Jared had it present he was only 16 when the news of the guy that killed himself was whispered in school. He knew, that’s two days after Jared told Jeff he was scared because he thought he liked boys.
Jeff took a day and a half to talk to him again, but Jared didn’t mind waiting, Jeff said that he loved him and that no matter what he’d be on his side. “No one will bother you, you’re my brother, Jay, and I’m here for you.”
Jeff stopped going out with his friends that day.
Patients started coming out and people started shouting and throwing garbage at them. The words shouted were cruel and when Jared looked at them from outside, he only saw fear and anger and wished he had nothing to do with this.
“Rot in peace.” They repeated. “Go back to the hole.” And “dead bangers” were the most used phrases.
One of the rottens dared to flip at them while steering his wife and kids away from them and the riot started, there were only four police officers that were over run in a second.
Gen and her boyfriend had Molotov cocktails and lit them and started throwing the bottles to the center’s entrance door.
Part of being a partially diseased meant that the paleocortex takes over the functions of every other part of the brain, resulting in an enhanced strength and the inability to suppress anger. That’s why even the smallest and frailest rotten was dangerous. Jared was fighting off two little girls while their mother was begging for them to stop when he turned to see the fire, and the cops coming. He pushed the kids away and ran to help his friends.
Jared took one of the bottles and turned to Genevieve who was shouting to an old lady coming out holding her husband, she was calmed, so calmed you really had to look to notice she was a rotten. The man had her by the hand preventing her from running to the protesters and the small old lady was compliant to his husband’s pleas.
“Look at them.” He said angry pushing her and her boyfriend back. “They’re older than our parents Gen.”
Police entered with the anti riot squad and captured them all, it happened often so Jared didn’t care.
When asked, he said it was on his right to speak his mind, and he had the right to protect his family and friends against any threat.
“Congratulations asshole.” The officer huffed. “You won yourself a ten days imprisonment for attacking two minors.”
“Those monsters attacked ME!” he defended.
“Those kids have a medical condition that made them unable to stop themselves, you’re just a fucking bigot.” the guy shouted back. “Did you know they were killed by a drunk driver, from the same factory you work in? Did you know their parents were at the verge of divorce when they came back? They’re still 10 year old girls. So fuck you. And be grateful you’re not going to real jail.”
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Jensen was ordered into a room and ordered again to take off his clothes. the dark suit was dirty and smelled like something stored for far too long.
This was his best suit, the clothes he was buried in.
“Once you get the gown on, lay on that bed and I’ll be back.”
The nurse disappeared for over half an hour, and by the time she came back there was two giant orderlies with her.
“There’s a riot out there, as if we didn’t have enough with this creatures contaminating our place.”
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“That hurts.”
Jensen said trying to make her stop, the lady rolled her eyes and informed him that partially deceased couldn’t really feel pain.
“Well, let me tell you I’m one of THEM, and I DO feel pain.”
The lady locked eyes with Jensen while the orderlies got close.
“Are we going to have a problem?” the lady took off the needle and stuck it back without any care. Jensen yelled in surprise and anger and pulled his arm making the lady fly away.
Shocked, Jensen got up and tried to say he was sorry, when one of the orderlies already had his hands in him twisting his arm back while the other had a giant needle and a straitjacket for him.
It was something he’d never could explain, it was just this orders in his head, threat, threat, attack, attack, attack, kill, kill. And he was on top of one of the men while the other was thrown across a window.
It was all a white and red fog until he was on his back, four of the security guards knocked out and the nurse had a minor concussion. Jensen was sent to the police station for a couple days, he was lucky, for once, that his father had some influence. He’d be there until a nurse or a doctor dared to touch this especially violent patient.
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Jared woke up to see the door being opened. It was the stench that gave the other prisoner up, was a rotten.
“Here Padalecki, you’ll have a companion.”
Jensen was wearing the straitjacket and had a muzzle on. His arm was beating where the syringe broke his skin. He was still full of tranquilizers.
Jensen didn’t saw him until the next morning when the fog finally lifted enough.
Jared was pacing the cell half angry half nervous, being in a small piece with a freshly dug out rotten was never a good thing, one word without thinking would result in serious injury. And not to mention that this guy was almost his height and obviously was fit, add that to the enhanced strength and Damn! The corpse was dangerous.
Jensen saw the man pacing in the reduced space, tall and muscular, hiding his features under long hair, every now and then he could see a flash of hazel eyes, and his memories were flashing in his head like small explosions.
He saw Misha, and felt his hands in him, his mouth, heard his laughter and saw intense, ocean blue eyes full of love. He felt searing pleasure and then pain, something hurt so bad, it was too much.
“I just don’t get it! What have happened Jensen? Why I can’t even get close without you wanting to bolt?”
“Nothing, leave me alone!!”
“Maybe I will, maybe this is too fast, we should give us a time or something, until you decide what you want.”
“Hey, hey, calm down!!” Jared was against the wall, he was almost in the verge of calling for the guards, this one was dangerous, that much was obvious.
Jensen blinked his mouth free, his arms loose, the straitjacket were a bunch of rags on the floor and he was crying.
“Jesus Christ, what happened to you?” Jared Asked.
“I don’t fucking know, I woke up like this after almost five years gone… I wish I could go back to my grave.” Jensen sank to the floor right in the place he was, it was weird, he was crying.
“Yeah... well, I wish you could too.”
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It was getting dark again when the door rattled and it opened, a tall mean looking nurse entered. “Jensen?” he asked turning from Jared to Jensen a couple times, until the one on the floor nodded. “My Name is Clark. I have to start your treatment, but you’ll stay here in confinement for the next two days, just to be sure this is working.” Jensen didn’t move. “Stop acting like a child, I mean it. Are we going to have a problem?” asked the man in a voice so raspy and so low that it felt like a bulldozer were moving closer, you know? That rumble that you feel?
Jensen got up and moved to one of the beds and sat on it without any word.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” asked Clark. “You’re Jensen Ackles, lacrosse hitter and baseball star, don’t you?” Jensen frowned but didn’t say a word. “I remember you, I was on South Perrette. I played for the wasps. Class of ’05.”
Jared snorted, he understood now, He went to North Perrette High School and apparently Jensen too, and according to Clark he was from Jeff’s class.
“My brother was there.” Jared commented. “Basketball pivot.”
Clark turned to see him and smiled “Jeff Padalecki, right?”
“Great.” Jensen Gritted. “Now we can be best friends and go to a bar and have beers talking about how fucking awesome this miserable town is.” He closed his eyes and Jared could swear he wasn’t breathing.
Clark finished his work and said good bye only to Jared, he said he was sorry for his loss. Jensen didn’t cared, he started remembering that guy, he broke his nose and two fingers after Jensen’s team won the championship.
“I’m not gonna lose against you fag.” He said while standing on his hand.
“FUCK, really?” Jensen’s brain was still firing on its own and all that he said it out loud.
“You think I killed myself because I wanted to be the first bastard on the list?” And Jensen’s eyes snapped open. Misha used to joke about it *face it, Ackles, you’re straight, but you just want to be the first in my list of gay lovers.* Misha, he must be around still, maybe he was around still.
“ I just… things have changed, since your dad is the Mayor and…”
“Fantastic! Tell me. Do you know if Misha Collins still lives here? He bought the old Krushnic farm.”
Jared turned to Jensen angry as hell.
“NO, that fucking bastard is dead, and hopefully he’s not coming back.”
If Jensen were alive, if Jensen were normal he’d be crying, but instead of that, this still, cold heart only felt empty, more than before.
“Okay.” No emotion at all in his voice. Jensen went still again.
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By dinner time, Jared had had enough of the silence and the smell.
“I can’t eat with this monster stench.”
The police snickered.
“Then starve to death, maybe you’ll be back as one of them.” He left a tray of food on the bed before turning to Jensen. “Not sure if you guys need food or not, I slept during my whole class, so tell me, do you want something? Water? Blood? Brains?” he said smiling.
Jensen sat fast, angry, for no reason, as he noticed he felt most of the time.
“Is that a joke? Really?”
The police smiled, green eyes shot open and the guy was motioning with his hands.
“Sorry didn’t mean to offend! My mom came back too, she passed away from cancer and I have my mom back now, she‘s staying with my sister in California, I don’t really know and you hear so much… I thought…”
Jensen sighed. “I’m glad your mom is back.” He lay back down and ignored them again.
By the third pack of fresh blood Jensen’s skin felt tingly and he actually felt cold, not the numb weird feeling he had before, like when you sit on your leg for too long, it was real cold, and he even asked for a blanket to the delight of the police officer.
Jared sat there looking at Jensen as he changed from the pale dark creature to something that could almost be confused to a living man.
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Jensen turned to his roommate and frowned. “He was my friend.”
“He killed someone, you know?”
Jensen snorted.
“No, man, I don’t know, I was dead.”
Jared wanted to be offended, but the guy said it so matter of fact-ly that he laughed. Both of them laughed.
They had the same routine the next two days, before Jensen was taken back to the hospital.
By day ten Jensen went home and Jared was released.
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Jensen was back in his old room, he was back to see his father being ashamed of him, and his mom being divided between them.
So he did his best to avoid them, except of course for the time he had to be with his mom, being legally dead he had to complete his treatment to have a license and getting a job or a leasing contract or whatever. So his mom used to drive him to the center and picked him up after his treatment.
And was on one of those days he saw Jared again.
The League of Christian Ladies used to be present at the center at least every other day.
Why? Because sometimes the militia picked up fights and the violence was taking a toll on the town.
“I used to come here. Before you were sent back.” his mom offered trying as usual to start a conversation with her son. “I prayed for you every day, and I prayed for you to forgive me.” Jensen finally turned to face her. “For how I reacted, for how I treated you, and for not supporting you and…” she couldn’t mouth the name..
“Misha. His name was Misha. I heard he died.” His mother said she knew, Jensen opened the door wanting to leave the car and the memories behind.
“Sweetie… he killed himself with your father’s gun.” Jensen felt a punch in his chest, this was real emotional pain and he should feel grateful and blessed, most zombies didn’t feel that until at least a year after. “We helped with his burial. Your father did his best to find his family.”
“I was his only family.” Jensen finally got off the car. His mother followed him to find herself surrounded by a sea of faces and shouts. The latest outrage was because a lady was found wandering on a road, she was carrying the dead body of her child. The baby wasn’t back.
“Go back to the graveyard you scum!” a small woman with dark hair shouted on Jensen’s face and then spat on him, sadly Mrs. Ackles got in the way and the spit hit the lady’s face. Jared was with the rest of the guys behind her.
“Genevieve Cortesse!” a tall lady moved to them. “I don’t recognize you as the kid from my Sunday class. I can’t believe you did this, you’re going to hell.” The Christian ladies were already helping Mrs. Ackles. Someone else was throwing pig blood to the patients, including a man, who was wearing army fatigues.
Jensen was standing in front of Jared and his militians, some of them carrying guns.
“Go ahead, rotten, do something.” one of the men threatened.
“Jensen, please, darling.” His mother called for him and Jensen turned and marched away. On his way, he pulled the sleeve of the guy on the fatigues and another patient that was also covered in pig blood. There was a lady holding a scared kid, Jensen was holding his mom’s arm but he still stopped in front of them, and observed surprised that the patient was the kid.
“Hey, I’m Jensen.” the man offered.
“I’m Osric.” The kid mumbled.
“How old were you Osric?”
“Twelve years old.”
Jensen’s mom made a sound and left her son’s side to move closer to Osric’s mom and held her hand.
“Let’s get inside, you’ll get your treatment and I’ll walk you out.” He offered and the kid nodded marching next to his mom and his new friend. When they reached the protesters only one stare from Jensen was enough to make most of them move aside and let them pass.
“Why they fear you?” asked the kid.
“Because I was a monster to them before all this newly alive thing started.” The bitterness in Jensen’s voice made his mother hurt.
“Jared Tristan Padalecki, I can’t believe you’re standing near to this rude bigoted people.”
That tall lady was Jared’s mother and was right now close to her son with scorn in her face and disappointment in her eyes.
“Mother If at least this was fair, if at least Jeff was back like these monsters.”
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Jared saw as his mother marched to the clinic to stand in the line that protected those coming for treatment.
By the time they went back to the car the protesters didn’t moved just let Jensen pass, they waited until Osric and his mom were gone before going home.
“You’re too quiet, honey, what’s wrong?”
“Mom…” Jensen had one question going around in his head. “Why they hate me?”
“Jensen!!” and the lady sighed. She didn’t say a word until they were home. Once there she marched quietly followed by her son. “Jensen, come to sit with me.”
The man marched into the living room tired, he wanted nothing more than to sit in his bedroom and ignore this so-called life. He sat next to his mother seeing the scrapbook on her arms.
“You asked me why people hate you. Sweetie, nobody hates you, they’re ashamed.”
Jensen snorted but his mother opened her book.
“We heard of the fight with Jeff Padalecki, Tahmoh Pennicket and their good for nothing friends, we heard about Misha being hurt, by the time police called.” She sniffled and cleaned her face showing Jensen the first page, there was a small news paper note.
“Young man kills himself after long time feud with local gang.”
Jensen snorted “that’s one way to call it.” He kept reading the piece of paper.
*Bullied since the age of 17, this troubled youngster was harbored to take his life after years of torture, according to witnesses, teachers and town folks saw the continuous attacks but nobody ever raised a hand to defend him, not even his parents.
Jensen Ackles age 23 was found dead by the same people that tortured him.*
The article went on and on about how kids are mean and parents are not doing enough to stop it.
“It was like two or three days later that police received a cell phone, no sim card, no registration. It only had few photos on it, they weren’t nice.”
Jensen turned the page to find a pixeled image of him bent down forcefully by a man in uniform.
“We felt terrible, you were telling the truth, and we failed to…”
Jensen was in shock; he stood up and started flipping pages, Misha held by his father on his funeral, pictures of a crime scene, long dark chocolate strands matted with blood, on a body prone, then an obituary for Misha,
Jensen had cried since he came back, and he wished this was one of those moments when he could cry, but nothing, not one tear came to his eyes. He never before understood the cleansing power of tears in grief.
“So, this fucking bunch of papers made it all okay? I’m supposed to be grateful because of any of this shit?”
“Jensen!” his mother backed away afraid.
“Am I supposed to say that it’s okay? You all ruined my life!!”
“Jensen Ross Ackles.” His father was there. “rules still apply to you in this house, and you’re not allowed to swear in front of your mother.”
Jensen was even angrier. His father never backed down, never even broke eye contact.
“I know I ruined your life, I know! I’ve spent nights and days thinking on how I could’ve saved your life.” The older man‘s voice broke. “I understood that losing you over who you love is not worth it.”
“Well, you still loosed me.” Jensen started walking away.
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Jared went home, it was too much, not only his mother scalded him in public, she also said she was disappointed.
He hated this life so much, he had no real friends, he had not someone that cared for him and the small space of life he really had was filled with hatred. This was not the life he wanted.
Tossing his keys to the table near the door he saw the frame, Jeff was shirtless and was smiling. Jared stared at it. That was the last picture taken of his brother. It was from the day he finally came and told him they’ll be fine.
Dad was trying out a camera, and he remembers the words. *Okay, you two, kids. Get together for a picture.*
“Hello Jeff.” He said caressing the picture and moving straight to the freezer to get a beer.
It took him only a couple hours to be more than half drunk, enough for him to sleep when the phone rang.
“Hello, jay.”
It was his father.
“Hi, dad…” he knew what was coming, sue his mother had told him.
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“Dad, I don’t think she wants me there at all… ”
“I know about your encounter at the center…” his father said cold. “But is her birthday, I want her loved ones here.”
“Sure, I’ll be there, then. Should I bring something?”
“Just… just come and don’t make her sad. Okay?”
Jared rolled his eyes and promised he’d be good.
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It was Monday morning when Jensen’s mom was stopped on one of her errands. Jensen stared at a dog, poor thing was walking alone and had no collar. He knew this poor dog, he had seen him around the health center. But then someone said his name and it called his attention.
“… I’ll be waiting for you, God knows we need something to cheer us up.”
“Sure, I’m making a pie for her, you think she’d like that?”
The man started saying his wife would love it.
“See you on Wednesday Donna, thank you, see you on Wednesday at dinner time Jensen.”
“I don’t need to eat.” He said without emotion at all.
“But you will, kid, you will, and you better come to my place and have a good time. Have some drinks”
“I don’t need to drink.”
“Then you’ll sit in front of me and watch me drink.” His mother provided.
“Don’t worry Gerry we’ll be there.”
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Wednesday came too fast for Jensen’s liking, he was ordered to dress up and get ready to go out at six thirty.
And then he sat as a sulky teenager on the back of his parent’s car was carried to a dinner party.
Wednesday, Jared got ready and went to see his parents. his mom was on a League’s meeting. They had time to get things ready, friends and family started arriving, he was blowing balloons when the bell ringed one more time.
Jared and Jensen looked at each other’s eyes the second the door opened.
“Good night Jared.” Offered mayor Ackles and the boy lowered his eyes and let them in without a word, not until Jensen moved to pass the door, Jared stopped him fighting against his convictions. This, this monster coming to his mother’s birthday as if it were okay was too much for him to accept.
“Something wrong Son?” Gerry was coming closer very fast. “Jensen, do come in, boy, so nice to see you guys.” the man offered to the Ackles family.
“This wouldn’t be a party if you weren’t here.”
While their parents moved inside Jensen turned to Jared, killer look on his face at the idea of the man not letting him in because he was a partially deceased.“ anything to say?” Jensen asked.
“No. not tonight.”
“Because I’m not a scared 12 years old?”
“Because is my mom’s birthday and if you knew my mother, you’ll know you shouldn’t piss her off.”
Jensen’s face twitched, it could’ve been a smile.
“I wouldn’t be here, but my mom is just like that.”
Both boys half smiled.
There was at least 50 people in the house, tables were set on the back yard and a grill was started, a whole pig was roasting in it and beers and soft drinks were offered to everyone.
Jared’s dad took his phone and whistled, his wife was arriving with one of the ladies from the league.
Jensen felt everything like a log haze, shouts and laughter and lights and people hugging and pushing him around and asking him stupid questions, offering him food or drinks.
It was getting late when the younger of the guest joined him on the table he was, they were all talking about him.
“Man, having a second chance can’t be that bad.” Commented a young boy, couldn’t be older than 18.
“I guess, but my friends all moved on.”
“Maybe is time for you to make new friends. ” a red head girl with a sweet smile offered. “have you any new friend?”
Jensen turned at her.
“Yes, I have one new friend, his name is Osric.”
Jared sat next to him.
“Isn’t that the 12 year old my friends were picking on?”
“Yes, that’s him, and I won’t let anyone pick on him ever!”
One of the boys, a little drunk commented on how it was not possible now.
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“I know, I was one.” Jensen let out flatly. The whole table got quiet and the boy bit his lips and didn’t spoke again.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking.” A pretty girl who was using a cane asked to Jensen “where were you? Before, I mean.”
“I don’t know.”
“Is there an afterlife?”
“Rache…” Jared tried to stop her.
“No, really I need to know.” She put her cane down. “I have MS, I might die soon, I need to know.”
Jensen looked at her.
“To me, there was nothing, but of course I wasn’t a good person. Osric told me he was on park all the time.” Jensen faced the girl. “You’re nice, and you look like a good person, I bet you’re gonna have a nice place to go.” The girl’s eyes filled with tears and sweet looking red head, Anna, hugged her.
“I don’t know why you killed yourself but…” Gen’s boyfriend and overgrown annoying full of himself guy started a long tyrade.
Suddenly everything went foggy for Jensen, and he couldn’t think straight.
“I just don’t understand why they have to pretend they’re regular people.”
Jensen finally followed the line of the conversation to see Jared’s eyes on him, the man was worried.
“To me is the same thing over and over, the same hate, people used to hate me because I wasn’t like the rest. And once they got over that, they hate the next thing that’s not like the rest, first religion, then race, then sexual orientation, now living status, tomorrow people will be born with something different due to evolution and we’ll hate it ignoring the *rottens*.”
“But you’re making it so simple.” The same giant ass started
“It is simple.” Jensen continued. “You hate my kind.” He pointed to Genevieve. “Why?”
“Because is not natural.” She said fast. “Because I believe that something like death should be final, and because your kind- as you said- does not pay taxes or get a job for long periods of time yet you ask for treatments and for money that could be used in someone that is productive to this society and…” one of their friends raised a hand cutting her.
“Let me cut you there, sweetheart.” A guy that identified himself as Jeremy answered. “face it, you’re afraid of what you don’t know, I’m with Jensen, you guys are just afraid of what you don’t know, or as in Jared’s case think is not fair because your dead ones remained dead, My father passed away in 2009, and he didn’t came back, that doesn’t mean I have to hate Jensen.” and turning to the boy. “Nature did what she wanted, once more.”
Jensen smiled, a reflex, he still had no idea why, debate rose, everyone was giving hateful opinions and Jensen felt his patience running thin.
“People hate things they don’t know, as simple as that, I was hated before being a zombie, I was hated for the simple fact that I was gay and that I had a boyfriend.” Genevieve’s head snapped to Jared’s direction while Jensen got up. “And you can try to find a reason.” He said facing Gen and her boyfriend. “that doesn’t change the fact that you are bad people.” He moved away. “Excuse me.”
Jensen moved to the other end of the yard seeing kids running with fireworks and couples dancing. Among those dancing were two guys, nobody made a fuss about them. And Jensen hated for that.
“You okay?” Jared sat next to him.
“Dominant paleocortex, I was getting angry and I’ve been said I have to avoid stimuli when it happens.”
“You’re gay?” asked Jared blunt and Jensen squared his shoulders, ready for the fight.
“Yes and this fucking town never forgive me for that.”
“I know one thing.” Jared frowned. “My brother didn’t hate you.” And with real hate in his voice. “He was killed because he found your body.”
“Jared, Jeff Padalecki and the red pickup truck gang was the thing I saw in my nightmares since I remember.”
“Bullshit.”
“I was seeing Misha. I was supposed to move with him by Christmas.”
“MY brother was very supportive; I came out to him few days before Collins... before he killed him.”
“Misha killed your brother?”
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Jensen faced Jared, things weren’t clear. So he asked for an explanation, wanted to know what happened.
“I don’t really know, I came home that day. School was cancelled because of the shooting.” Jared sat next to Jensen and his eyes were fixed in some point around his parents dancing and some kids sharing candy. “We were sent home. Sheriff Anders offered me a ride, and I heard his radio, they said there was a man, running around shooting people. They mentioned his name Misha Collins, 25. They said to look out for the red pickup gang, that was Jeff, and Tahmoh, and JD, and few others, they said three were dead already.” And sighing, Jared continued. “I was sixteen, and I was scared that my brother was killed.”
“…and he was…” Jensen added in the same emotionless flat voice.
“Yes, he was dead, I couldn’t even go to the burial, I came home and my parents packed me to a boarding school in Boston that same night. I never heard of what happened to Jeff.”
“My brother Josh was part of the red pickup truck gang too. He was two years older than me.” Jensen confessed. “He moved out of town because he said the guys left were mean and nothing good would happen with them. I wonder what they did to Misha for him to react like that.”
Jared sighed, remembering the pictures of Jeff and some older guys from the group.
The red pickup truck gang wasn’t a real gang, just young people who never left town that used to buy a red pickup truck as their first car, most of them left the so-called gang once married or once life took them away or into responsibilities. Josh Ackles moved on because he was sent by his parents to college against his will. That was the perfect example of how guys moved on.
“I wanted nothing more than to be old enough to have one of those stupid trucks.” Jared snorted.
“My brother left me his. But I was not good enough for that club.”
“My brother… I came out to him, and he said nobody will hurt me because of who I loved.”
“And that was the very reason why Misha and I got hurt all the time.” Jared made a sound and Jensen faced him. “So, you’re gay”
Someone stopped the music and the lights went down while Jared’s father came out with the giant cake Gen’s mom baked for her.
Jared ran to help and everybody started singing Even Jensen.
Jensen was forced to have a slice of cake, even if he couldn’t hold it in his stomach, he was coming out of the bathroom after he throwed up to find Jared walking out with more beers.
“You okay?” Jared surprised himself with those words.
“Mrs. May forced me to eat some cake… I can’t eat yet…”
Jared moved closer to look at him, Jensen did looked rosier these days but still was dead pale and now the light tinge of green made him smile.
“You look half dead.”
Jensen eyes shot to Jared, and he tried to ignore the joke, tried not to find it offensive and out of nowhere as if it were bubbling inside of him causing steam, laughter exploded out of him. So hard and so loud it surprised both boys, Jared’s mom innocent cat and both got still when the music suddenly stopped and voices asking what have been that noise were heard from the backyard.
Jared looked around and turned back to Jensen who had a hand over his mouth and a look of mortified horror.
“Didn’t know you could do that…” Jared commented while giving Jensen few of the beers.
“Neither do I… I think is the first time I laugh in more than five years.”
Once they gave the beers to those still around Jared sat next to Jensen, he might be more violent and had super strength but he was always tired, as if his body weren’t full awake yet.
“Look at them.” Jensen commented feeling Jared near him, they were the last young people there, and most of the others were older, around the age of their parents. “I wanted nothing more than that.”
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“Have you ever been inlove Jared?” Jensen faced his new friend. “So absurdly inlove that you think the world is great when he’s with you and the worst place ever when not? That no matter what you’ll fight to be near the person you love?” Jared was looking at him. Jensen could feel the weight of his eyes on him. “A love so big that you feel your heart will stop if that one person doesn’t love you back?” Jared gasped. “I loved Misha that much. I was just in too much pain and I was ashamed and was too proud and too scared of saying the truth, and now everything I loved is gone.”
Jared swallowed the beer on his mouth and the painful lump on his throat.
“Not everything, your parents are here, and your brother and sister, they love you” Jensen let out one of those grunts every rotten… partially deceased - Jared corrected himself- let out when angry. Your father… he did so much for you, you gave this whole town a new life, to me, to guys like Danny and Ethan.”
“But what about Misha?” Jensen got quiet, felt his fingers numb and his teeth were shaking and his legs felt like coils pulled taut. He had cried since he came back, he thinks he did, but he still couldn’t cry for his lover. Jensen got up, his hands flexing as if holding something, his muscles tense and he walked into the night.
People went home after good byes and more hugs and congratulations. There were only few families left, old friends chatting and having fun. Jared wished he could have that one day, but Zachary went to college and he was left alone, at the corner of his eye he saw someone moving, he saw Jensen sitting near the house and moved to talk to him.
“I did.” Jared sighed before taking a sit next to Jensen and keep talking. “You know… love someone.” And his finger played with the bottle trying not to say anything too stupid. “At school, he was one year ahead and I loved him from the moment he sat next to me for breakfast the first day.” And sighing again got up “but it didn’t work out and we should change subjects because I don’t want to sound like some kind of stupid novel.” He moved to pick up some dishes cleaning a table, by the time he was back from the kitchen Jensen had more dishes in a pile and was cleaning napkins and empty glasses.
They worked together to leave the house as clean as it was before the party, Jared told Jensen how their parents became friends because of the tragedy, how the whole town became something different, and how the whole town was there when Misha was laid down to rest.
“When we walked this fucking town.” Jensen was holding a glass. “People didn’t even turn to see him, nobody even answered when he greeted them. They were all praying for my soul. Because I let myself be corrupted by that depraved man from the city. They stopped me on the street to say how I was going to hell. Misha was a good person and still he was beaten to an inch of his life by the same people that were on that picture my mother has on her stupid book. Yet they had the guts to go to his burial?”
Jared took the glass from Jensen’s hand, grasping his hand. Weirdly he was warm. Jared thought all rottens were cold.
“It surprises me too, he killed my brother. I wasn’t here. I read it on a newspaper.” Jared stopped his hands on the soapy water and faced Jensen with a frown and a brilliant idea. “You know there’s this center, Hopeful Hearts. It has a library, everything from this town’s history. After you died this place became something of a beacon supporting same sex couples rights and all that.“
Jensen looked at him not understanding his reasoning.
“I always wanted the answers my parents won’t give me and other avoid… and maybe you could… you know.” Jensen had his eyes closed trying to rein his temper.
“Are you saying that there’s a whole center dedicated to gay couples? As if we were circus freaks?”
Jared rolled his eyes.
“You’re missing the point, I’m sure we can find answers there, to know about my brother and to know about your boyfriend.”
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