CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PEOPLE Prompt Post // December 1 - 15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PEOPLE PROMPTS. People from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives.
Reminders:
Prompts or fills mentioning real people under the age of 18 are BANNED, they can not be aged up or mentioned in ( Read more... )
Reminders:
Prompts or fills mentioning real people under the age of 18 are BANNED, they can not be aged up or mentioned in ( Read more... )
A week passed until the weather and the doctor allowed Jared to travel and he went to Winchester looking for Jensen.
He parked near the old cemetery and walked to the house right in front, the house was the same, but something was off, he knocked and knocked and waited but nobody answered. Finally a police officer appeared next to him.
“Hello sir, looking for something?”
Jared turned and blinked at the old man in front of him. “Yes, I’m looking for the man who lived in this house.”
“OH too late kid, Mrs. Ackles passed away last winter, poor old coocoo never left the house, he was like a hundred and ten years old, his house is now a museum…” the man marched in front and opened the door. Jared entered and moved knowingly to the living room; saw the afghan and the rug near the fireplace.
“I can’t believe…” he found the journal placed on the coffee table
“Yeah, he never left this place until he was carried out straight to that lot right in front of the house” the guy pointed to the graveyard in front. “You can find a picture of him on that wall near the main staircase.” The police officer kept giving him details, when the house was built, materials and how expensive it was. Jared moved to the entry hall, his mouth slack when he saw the same painting on the wall,
“JR Ackles; Last heir of the Ackles family. no progeny known.”
And the small square covered in red velvet, his hand traveled to uncovered it and Jared gasped, if the guy in the picture had longer hair and you add the small mole Jared has on his left cheek it would be him. Under the small painting there was plate. J. P. J.R.’s mate 1912 - 1939, died while giving birth.
“Poor bastard. Nobody really knows his name, all we heard is that he was a kid when he met Ackles” the guy added. “Gossip around town said Ackles felt guilty for running him out of the house accusing him of cheating. That’s why he stayed here, said he’ll be here until the day his mate will be back.” The police officer sighed. “Hey! Look at that! You could be his clone! Are you a relative?” the guy turned and frowned. “Kid?”
Jared shook his head from side to side, something was off, he moved out, his heart was thundering in his ears and he felt sick. Everything was so clear in his head. His hands traveled to his neck where the soft worn wool scarf was wrapped, it had been Jensen’s.
He walked across the graveyard and stood there trying to breath, he bent over closed his eyes and when he opened them focusing in front of him he saw the headstone, where he leaned the night of the storm, right where he decided to give up. Jensen Ross Ackles. 1908 -2014.
“Oh My God.” He let out. Three months later when the white stick showed a pink plus sign.
The End
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Dear OP, hope you enjoy it, I'm sorry I've been working double shifts or I'd made a better and faster job.
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A very belated THANK YOU for this! (Real life stole me away.)
This was such a long, beautiful storytale! It was plotty and full to the brim with feels, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart!
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