Questions and Church
Title: Questions and Church
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: J2
Warnings: forced-feminization, dark!fic
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Danny starts asking questions that make Jensen uncomfortable. The family goes to the Church, the place that even Jared isn't talked kindly too. Not mpreg.
A/N: I just want to make it clear, that the Church isn't based on anything in real life and it is not meant to be offensive.
“Mommy, why are you a boy?”
Jensen looked up from folding the laundry with a surprised look on his face. “What do you mean?” Jensen asked confused.
“Well, you’re a boy and Daddy’s a boy. So why are you a mommy and not a daddy?”
Jensen stared at his 9 year old son. How was he supposed to respond to that question? Was he supposed to explain to him how this god-awful world exists? Was he supposed to explain to his son that Mommy used to be a lot like Daddy, it’s just that Mommy likes to take it up the ass?
“I’ll explain it when you are older,” Jensen said at last. He knew it was a copout but he honestly had no clue how to explain this. There was nothing that covered this kind of explanation at the adoption agency. All they explained to him was how to create order in his household. That he, as the wife, was supposed to care for and raise his children. He was to show his children the difference between man and wife.
“You never tell me anything!” Danny threw his hands in the air and stomped out of the room. Jensen knew he should follow him and make sure that he wasn’t about to throw a temper tantrum, but he was too stunned by the question. He never thought that his children would question this. He thought that they would teach in schools why the world was the way it is. He supposed homosexuality was still not as popular.
“What’s up with Danny?” Jared asked walking into the laundry room.
“He asked why I was Mommy,” Jensen murmured going back to the folding.
“What did you say?” Jared asked curiosity dripping from his voice.
“Nothing.” That was true. He really didn’t explain anything or given any proper response.
Jared didn’t say anything for a while. “You should go get ready for Church,” he said at last. With that he left the room.
He hated going to this new Church. It was nothing like it was when he was younger. There was no fun and games. There were no hymns. There was barely any worship at all. It served the purpose for families like his, families with a male mother or female father. It felt as though he was going in there to have acquisitions thrown his way. They berated the husbands to keep their wives on a short leash. They accused the wives of reaching for independence. That was frowned upon. Wives were only supposed to be servants of their husband and God.
Jensen had no idea why Jared was so supportive of this Church. Jared, himself, was even talked down to in this place of hell. It was one of the few places that did not support husbands in every single manner. Jensen had once heard them talking to Jared. He was not supposed to be there; he was supposed to be with the wives in the knitting circle, but he had excused himself to go to the restroom. The sound of voices drew his attention to the room with the husbands. Don’t be so soft, they had said to Jared. If you allow your wife to participate in such unholy activities, it will reflect poorly on you. Jensen remembered that day. It was the day he asked if he could attend a concert his old friend, Chris Kane, was playing in. Jared had said no. Wives always asked their husband for permission, and when denied, wives accept their husband’s word as law.
The car ride was in silence. It normally was. Jensen was already exhausted, trying to get three kids to get dressed and ready for Church. The older two had complained loudly that it was no fun going there. Jensen agreed. The youngest was only a few months old and was not an easy going baby. The baby had screamed and cried the whole time Jensen tried to get his dress clothes on.
Suddenly, a heavy weight found its way on Jensen’s knee. He looked down and saw Jared’s hand. The hand gave his knee a quick squeeze. Jensen looked at Jared’s face and saw a small smile there. I love you, he mouthed. Jensen just turned his head to look out the window. Jensen did love him, but he was in no mood to play kissy feely.
They had finally approached the Church. The tall dark building, giving Jensen no comfort in the sermon that he was about to receive. The Church was a fairly ordinary building. It was large with stones running up the sides. It peaked at the top with a small gold cross. There was next to no color. There were no paintings or statues. Everything was plain. When Jensen was a child, it always gave him the shivers to walk past this kind of Church.
Jared had opened the door for him, as he always does, and helped him out of the large truck. It was then on him to get the children out of their seatbelts. It always made him want to laugh. Jensen was apparently unable to get out of the car himself, but he was supposed to have no trouble with getting his children out.
At the door of the church stood the minister, he had a grin on his face. Jensen had never been comfortable with this man. He had a deep gravelly voice that tries to fill itself with warmth, but it sounds forced and almost creepy.
“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Padalecki,” he greeted them.
“Good evening,” Jared replied, nodding his head. Jensen merely smiled and held the baby in his arms tighter.
“These children keep getting bigger and bigger each time I see them.” He bent down until he was face to face with Danny. “Are you ready for worship today?”
Danny nodded and moved behind Jensen.
Jared, noticing his son’s distress, moved them inside. “Well, I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”
The family was then split. Husbands go into one room, wives go into another, and children go into the daycare.
The minute that Jensen walked into the room, he heard squabbling over recipes, childcare, and general advice for wives. The woman in charge of the wives, walked to the podium. Jensen always thought it was strange, that a woman would be in charge of a group of mostly male wives. Sure, there were a few women with female husbands there, but for the most part lesbians avoided the normalcy. They claimed that it set women’s rights back.
“Today, we are going to talk about how to keep a clean household. I found this new vacuum that is utterly delightful!” The woman continued to drone on. Jensen wasn’t really paying any attention. He didn’t really give a damn about a vacuum cleaner.
He sat there nodding, pretending to pay attention. All he thought about was leaving this place and meeting up with his family. They would do the same thing they always did after Church. They would go out for ice cream and then go home and go their separate ways. Nobody ever liked to talk after Church.
“Jensen, may I please speak to you?” the woman asked. She approached him after the lecture. Jensen refused to call that garbage a sermon.
“Sure,” he said hesitantly. It was never a good thing when they wanted to speak to you.
“A little birdie told me that you have been speaking back to your husband.” The woman started berating him, telling him that it was his place to worship his husband, not to belittle him by speaking back.
All Jensen could think about was maybe he should start doing more than speaking back.
Author: trytofly5
Pairing: J2
Warnings: forced-feminization, dark!fic
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Danny starts asking questions that make Jensen uncomfortable. The family goes to the Church, the place that even Jared isn't talked kindly too. Not mpreg.
A/N: I just want to make it clear, that the Church isn't based on anything in real life and it is not meant to be offensive.
“Mommy, why are you a boy?”
Jensen looked up from folding the laundry with a surprised look on his face. “What do you mean?” Jensen asked confused.
“Well, you’re a boy and Daddy’s a boy. So why are you a mommy and not a daddy?”
Jensen stared at his 9 year old son. How was he supposed to respond to that question? Was he supposed to explain to him how this god-awful world exists? Was he supposed to explain to his son that Mommy used to be a lot like Daddy, it’s just that Mommy likes to take it up the ass?
“I’ll explain it when you are older,” Jensen said at last. He knew it was a copout but he honestly had no clue how to explain this. There was nothing that covered this kind of explanation at the adoption agency. All they explained to him was how to create order in his household. That he, as the wife, was supposed to care for and raise his children. He was to show his children the difference between man and wife.
“You never tell me anything!” Danny threw his hands in the air and stomped out of the room. Jensen knew he should follow him and make sure that he wasn’t about to throw a temper tantrum, but he was too stunned by the question. He never thought that his children would question this. He thought that they would teach in schools why the world was the way it is. He supposed homosexuality was still not as popular.
“What’s up with Danny?” Jared asked walking into the laundry room.
“He asked why I was Mommy,” Jensen murmured going back to the folding.
“What did you say?” Jared asked curiosity dripping from his voice.
“Nothing.” That was true. He really didn’t explain anything or given any proper response.
Jared didn’t say anything for a while. “You should go get ready for Church,” he said at last. With that he left the room.
He hated going to this new Church. It was nothing like it was when he was younger. There was no fun and games. There were no hymns. There was barely any worship at all. It served the purpose for families like his, families with a male mother or female father. It felt as though he was going in there to have acquisitions thrown his way. They berated the husbands to keep their wives on a short leash. They accused the wives of reaching for independence. That was frowned upon. Wives were only supposed to be servants of their husband and God.
Jensen had no idea why Jared was so supportive of this Church. Jared, himself, was even talked down to in this place of hell. It was one of the few places that did not support husbands in every single manner. Jensen had once heard them talking to Jared. He was not supposed to be there; he was supposed to be with the wives in the knitting circle, but he had excused himself to go to the restroom. The sound of voices drew his attention to the room with the husbands. Don’t be so soft, they had said to Jared. If you allow your wife to participate in such unholy activities, it will reflect poorly on you. Jensen remembered that day. It was the day he asked if he could attend a concert his old friend, Chris Kane, was playing in. Jared had said no. Wives always asked their husband for permission, and when denied, wives accept their husband’s word as law.
The car ride was in silence. It normally was. Jensen was already exhausted, trying to get three kids to get dressed and ready for Church. The older two had complained loudly that it was no fun going there. Jensen agreed. The youngest was only a few months old and was not an easy going baby. The baby had screamed and cried the whole time Jensen tried to get his dress clothes on.
Suddenly, a heavy weight found its way on Jensen’s knee. He looked down and saw Jared’s hand. The hand gave his knee a quick squeeze. Jensen looked at Jared’s face and saw a small smile there. I love you, he mouthed. Jensen just turned his head to look out the window. Jensen did love him, but he was in no mood to play kissy feely.
They had finally approached the Church. The tall dark building, giving Jensen no comfort in the sermon that he was about to receive. The Church was a fairly ordinary building. It was large with stones running up the sides. It peaked at the top with a small gold cross. There was next to no color. There were no paintings or statues. Everything was plain. When Jensen was a child, it always gave him the shivers to walk past this kind of Church.
Jared had opened the door for him, as he always does, and helped him out of the large truck. It was then on him to get the children out of their seatbelts. It always made him want to laugh. Jensen was apparently unable to get out of the car himself, but he was supposed to have no trouble with getting his children out.
At the door of the church stood the minister, he had a grin on his face. Jensen had never been comfortable with this man. He had a deep gravelly voice that tries to fill itself with warmth, but it sounds forced and almost creepy.
“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Padalecki,” he greeted them.
“Good evening,” Jared replied, nodding his head. Jensen merely smiled and held the baby in his arms tighter.
“These children keep getting bigger and bigger each time I see them.” He bent down until he was face to face with Danny. “Are you ready for worship today?”
Danny nodded and moved behind Jensen.
Jared, noticing his son’s distress, moved them inside. “Well, I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”
The family was then split. Husbands go into one room, wives go into another, and children go into the daycare.
The minute that Jensen walked into the room, he heard squabbling over recipes, childcare, and general advice for wives. The woman in charge of the wives, walked to the podium. Jensen always thought it was strange, that a woman would be in charge of a group of mostly male wives. Sure, there were a few women with female husbands there, but for the most part lesbians avoided the normalcy. They claimed that it set women’s rights back.
“Today, we are going to talk about how to keep a clean household. I found this new vacuum that is utterly delightful!” The woman continued to drone on. Jensen wasn’t really paying any attention. He didn’t really give a damn about a vacuum cleaner.
He sat there nodding, pretending to pay attention. All he thought about was leaving this place and meeting up with his family. They would do the same thing they always did after Church. They would go out for ice cream and then go home and go their separate ways. Nobody ever liked to talk after Church.
“Jensen, may I please speak to you?” the woman asked. She approached him after the lecture. Jensen refused to call that garbage a sermon.
“Sure,” he said hesitantly. It was never a good thing when they wanted to speak to you.
“A little birdie told me that you have been speaking back to your husband.” The woman started berating him, telling him that it was his place to worship his husband, not to belittle him by speaking back.
All Jensen could think about was maybe he should start doing more than speaking back.