Imaginary Friends: Chapter Six
“You still haven’t explained everything,” Misha says, as they ditch the monk and Joy’s two henchmen and leave with the car. “That guy that you tied up…”
Jensen keeps his eyes on the road and tries not to think too hard about the terrible decision he had to make. “I guess Joy had left him behind to get things started while she went to get Jared. He jumped me from the shadows, but he wasn’t much of a fighter. When I hit him, he…he bled on the circle, and that’s when I knew that…it could be stopped with the wrong blood.”
The silence in the car is deafening, until Jared speaks up. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know what to say. I can’t really say that I’m proud of you, or that you made the right choice, because the alternative was…what you did. Losing you. I mean, I’m…I’m glad you didn’t hurt him, and-”
“It’s okay,” Jensen interrupts, wanting to get off the subject. “It’s over now. And we both came out okay.”
Misha’s hand pats Jensen’s shoulder from the backseat. “I think we’re both just sorry that you had to make a choice like that at all.”
“Yeah, me too.”
They’re all exhausted, and there’s nothing to fear now, but when they stop to rest at another dreary motel, they still all share a room and stay up most of the night. Jensen certainly doesn’t want to be alone and feels like he needs as much company as he can get, and there’s no simply turning off the trauma once it all ends.
In some ways, they don’t want to talk about it, and in some ways, they do. So, they share their stories and sides of what happened to all of them, and they still keep the curtains closed and the door locked, with a chair under the knob.
Jensen’s not even sure they’re going to attempt sleep at all, but when they do, Jared shares a bed with him this time, a reassuring presence beside him as he tries not to think about the blood that washed down the drain when he showered.
When Jensen wakes, it’s with Jared’s arms wrapped around him, warm breath on his neck, and Misha heading for the door. “Mish?” he murmurs groggily.
Misha stops and turns to him, finger to his lips, not wanting to also wake Jared. “I’m just going to go find us some breakfast. You two get some rest. And take your time.”
Jensen smiles to himself as Misha slips out the door, grateful that Misha’s giving them some time alone. Part of him wants to jump out of bed and fix the chair back under the doorknob, paranoid. But he won’t disturb Jared, and he’s surprised by just how warm and safe he feels here. Jared stirs behind him, arms squeezing a little as he nuzzles the back of Jensen’s neck.
“You okay?” Jared murmurs, and Jensen loves that Jared already knows he’s awake.
“I’m good, Jay. You don’t have to wake up. Mish just went to get breakfast.”
“Mmm.” Jared squeezes him again. “I love you.”
The words are still slightly tinged with regret, and Jensen supposes they’ll both still sound that way for a while. “I love you, too.” They’re cuddled close, and when Jared shifts, Jensen can feel him getting hard. His own body reacts, and suddenly he’s turning to face Jared, who’s looking at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. “Are we…? Is this too soon?” He laughs a little. “Is that a stupid question?”
“It’s not a stupid question,” Jared says, shaking his head against the pillow. He reaches up to stroke Jensen’s cheek, and it’s a love Jensen hasn’t felt in a long time. “You’re not stupid.”
“We…went through a lot. Are we supposed to talk about it more first? Talk about us first?”
Jared snorts. “Do we ever do what we’re supposed to do?” He kisses Jensen then, chaste and tentative. “Look, I don’t know what we’re supposed to do, or what the right thing is. I just know you had a bomb dropped on you about me, and after everything…you still chose me. I don’t know if it even matters why anymore.” He waits a beat before saying, “What you did also helped save the world, you know. We keep forgetting that.”
Jensen chuckles. “You’re the one who wiped out Joy. And if I’m being honest? I wasn’t really thinking about the world through all of this. And even now, I can’t even handle thinking that big. But I wasn’t thinking about everyone. I was thinking about us. Does that make me a bad person?”
“No,” Jared says immediately. “You’re not a bad person, Jensen. Don’t ever think that.”
“Okay.” Jensen looks away, shrugging off the compliment. “So…are we…?”
Jared kisses him again. “We are, if you’ll still have me.”
“I will,” Jensen answers, kissing him back. “I want you.”
Jared rolls on top of him then, tongue slipping into Jensen’s mouth and tugging at Jensen’s boxers. They land on the floor, tossed aside with Jared’s, and Jared covers Jensen’s body with his own. Jensen holds him close, lets him fall between his legs, moaning as Jared’s dick slides up against his own. He thrusts up against Jared’s body, and Jared breaks the kiss and groans, hips pushing down against Jensen’s. He nuzzles into Jensen’s neck, licks at the warm skin there.
“You feel so good,” is a hot breath in Jensen’s ear as Jared starts thrusting harder, and while Jensen wishes they had condoms and lube, he also doesn’t need it right now. This is enough. He’s still groggy, still overwhelmed with just being alive, let alone Jared still wanting him so badly, still loving him. He isn’t known for being quick, but he knows he won’t last long here, in this moment.
He arches, feels pre-come slick up his dick, and he’s not sure if it’s Jared’s or his own, but his hips stutter at the hard push of Jared’s dick, the feel of Jared’s balls touching his own, warm skin held together until Jared pulls back for another thrust.
“Jared,” Jensen breathes, gasping as he gets close, trying to hold on as long as he can, but Jared just kisses him again, lips, cheek, back to his neck, spurring him on.
“Come,” Jared murmurs, moaning and moving faster, more pre-come spilled between them. “I want you to come.”
Jensen’s chest heaves as his breath gets away from him, as he grips Jared’s shoulders, balls drawing up as his body goes tight, hips snapping up to meet Jared’s. He lets go of the cry in his throat, and it feels euphoric, voicing his climax as he comes between them, when so many sounds lately have just been pain and regret.
Jared moans in sympathy and thrusts a few more times, hard, the skin-to-skin contact now making Jensen shiver as he comes down from his high, growing too sensitive. But then he feels Jared come between them, whimpering against Jensen’s skin, on Jensen’s neck, where there’s sure to be a mark later.
They relax together, sated, waiting for their hearts to calm down, their breathing to slow, Jared collapsed on top of Jensen, both of them soft now. Jensen still holds Jared, the fingers of his right hand playing in the hair at the nape of Jared’s neck. He kisses the top of Jared’s head, more than grateful to still have this between them, and almost wishing they could just stay in this motel room together forever.
When Misha returns to the motel, he knocks first and finds Jensen and Jared both freshly showered. He smiles and holds up the coffee and bagels he returned with after aimlessly driving around for a while. “I’m sure you’re hungry.”
“Thanks, Mish.” Jared takes what’s his, still-damp hair hanging in his face.
“Thank you,” Jensen approaches next, quick to take a sip of his coffee. “For everything, I mean. We couldn’t have done all this without you.”
“You could have,” Misha assures them both. “But I’m glad I could help. And I’m glad we’re all okay.” He waits for a moment before announcing his departure. “I was thinking I could just get an Uber or something, and you two could take the car back to…wherever.”
“What?” Jared stands and stares at him, concerned. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m just…I’m not used to us not keeping tabs on each other now, you know?”
“I hope you don’t feel obligated to leave because of us,” Jensen adds. “I appreciate you giving us time together, but you don’t have to go.”
“It’s nothing like that,” Misha says, shaking his head. “It’s just that I’d like to get back to normal life as quickly as possible.” Even that comes out sounding wrong, and he wishes he could find the right words. It sounds like this has all been a burden, and while it certainly wasn’t fun, it was important.
“You really dropped everything for us. For me. I’ll never forget that.” Jared hugs him, Jensen following, and Misha shakes his head after, chuckling.
“Yes, you will. Look, I may not like it, but I expect full shenanigans from you two when we’re back on set, right?” He grins when Jared does, and he can feel that he’s right, that they’ll be able to pick up where they left off, with no hard feelings or baggage, just a stronger bond. “Let’s keep this going a few more years.”
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