Fic: I put a spell on you (because you're mine)

[zara_zee]

On Saturday morning, Jared woke up earlier than Jensen for the first time. He slipped out of bed and put the coffee on to brew and then allowed himself to panic a little about how Jensen was going to react to Jared having basically put him to sleep the previous night.  When the coffee finished percolating, he made two cups and took them back into the bedroom. Jensen was sitting up, propped against the headboard.


“Hey,” Jared said, handing Jensen a cup.

Jensen took a sip and nodded his thanks. “I feel fine,” he said. “And I’m not mad, so you can stop stressing.”

Jared raised his eyebrows. “You’re picking that up through the bond?”

Jensen nodded and told Jared that even though he wasn’t mad, he would like to understand how Jared had gotten him to fall asleep.

Jared put his coffee down on the side table and climbed into bed, sitting cross-legged on top of the sheets and facing Jensen.

“It’s really just an empathic suggestion,” he said. “And it’s really important that you understand that I can’t make you do something that you don’t actually want to do. People have tried to use bewitchment as an excuse for crimes in the past; some still try to sometimes, but the truth is no magus on the planet can make you murder someone if you don’t already want to do it.”

Jensen licked at his lips. “Okay,” he said, “but if you did hate someone enough to want to kill them, but would never act on the impulse, because you knew it was wrong, could a magus’s ‘suggestion’ be enough to make you do it?”

Jared shook his head. “We can’t override the morals and ethics of your mind. If your values wouldn’t allow you to actually kill somebody, no matter how much you hated them and wanted them dead, then we couldn’t make you,” he rubbed his hands over his face and then put them in between his legs, his expression earnest. “I shouldn’t have pushed you to sleep last night, not without permission. I’m really sorry. I just…I could feel how tired you were, and how wound up. I just…I just wanted to help.”

Jensen nodded. “It’s okay. I get that. And for the record, you have my permission to help me sleep.”

Jared hugged him impulsively and nearly made him spill his coffee.

Jared felt incredibly guilty. Not only was he causing Jensen constant low level pain, he was interfering with his studying. Jared had to work today and thanks to the nasc anam, Jensen had no choice but to come with him.

“I’m sorry,” he started to say, for possibly the hundredth time, but Jensen cut him off.

“It’s okay,” he said. “Like I told you, I can study just as easily in the café as I can here or at the library,” he nudged Jared. “And if I’m lucky some cute barista might bring me free coffee.”

Abracadabra Café was always busy. It was magi owned and operated and popular with both the magi and the local student body.

Although he’d lived in Palo Alto for nearly four years and was something of a coffee connoisseur, Jensen said that he’d never been to the café before.

As Jared set him up at a small round table in the window, his soulmate joked that he’d been staying away from ‘wicked’ places like this to humor his mama, but he was already regretting that he hadn’t become an immediate regular at Abracadabra, because the place smelled amazing. Jared managed a smile. It wasn’t much of a one though, because he could feel his soulmate’s shame and genuine regret through their bond.

Jared tied on his apron and got busy making coffees and the occasional herbal tea. There wasn’t a lot of down time, but between orders, Jared watched Jensen spread his books across the table and begin to quiz himself with the flash cards he’d made up the day before.

Jared could feel him getting progressively more drained as he crammed as many facts into his head as he could, in preparation for his upcoming exams.

Jared made a Mocha latte for himself and then a long black, double shot for Jensen. He plated up a couple of chocolate chip cookies, each one as large as the plate it was served on.

“Felicia,” he said to the red-headed girl who took over the Gaggia whenever he went on his breaks. “Gonna take a break now.

Jensen looked up as Jared approached. “You’re a legend!” he said, making grabby hands for the coffee.

“Could feel you hitting the wall,” Jared murmured as he handed Jensen a white mug with a picture of a wand shooting rainbow coloured sparks on it.

Jensen took a sip and closed his eyes in bliss, before setting the cup down on the table and stretching his arms above his head in a way that showed a strip of skin, just above the waistband of his jeans. Jared absolutely did not salivate. “You know, this bond thing has its uses,” Jensen said.

Jared sat down next to him. “How’s the studying going?”

Jensen wrinkled his nose. “Can’t wait until exams are over.”

The bell above the door jangled, as it had so often during the course of the afternoon.  Jared felt the sudden tension in the air immediately and turned to see who had entered the café.

There was only a small group of them this time; Jared counted six, dressed conservatively and each carrying a placard with some kind of hateful slogan on it.

‘God hates Witches!’ appeared three times. Another sign read ‘Repent and Pray!’ Another said ‘America is doomed!’ And a final sign read, ‘You’re going to Hell!’

Shame and humiliation raced at Jared across his bond with Jensen and the magi looked across at his soulmate whose face was in his hands.

“Repent sinners!” a man dressed in a dark suit boomed loudly.

“Jensen?” Jared said quietly.

Jensen peered out at him from between his fingers. “Oh God,” he said, a whole bucket load of self-loathing evident in his tone. “I can’t believe this is… My family does stuff like this, Jared.”

Jared nodded. “We get picketed by these douchebags every couple months,” he said, glancing toward the Staff Only door as the café’s owner, Loretta Devine, bustled through it from where she’d been doing paperwork in the back office.

Jared and Jensen watched as she confronted the group, telling them she’d called the police and asking them to leave.

“Repent and be Saved!” the suit bellowed. “God hates Witches!”

Jensen made a small, disgusted noise and Jared could feel the humiliation bleeding off him.

“At least they haven’t got any kids with them,” Jensen said. “My parents used to drag me to things like this. Put a placard in my hands,” he shook his head. “I hated it. When I was really little, I didn’t understand what was going on, but I always felt like we were in the wrong.  When I got older,” he shook his head again. “It just never felt right. I never argued, never questioned them, but I always figured that if God didn’t want Witches,” Jensen shot an apologetic look at Jared, “then, if he really was all powerful, why did He create them? Of course, my parents had an answer for that. They said that God didn’t create the magi, the devil did. But isn’t God meant to be more powerful?” Jensen shrugged. “I dunno. The whole thing just never sat well with me. At least they stopped trying to force me to go picketing with them by the time I hit fourteen. I guess there’s nothing worse than having a sulky teen whose heart isn’t really in it at a picket.”

In a way, Jared could relate to what Jensen had been through. His parents were very active magi activists and he’d spent his childhood at protests, as well as places and events that got picketed by the Church of the Holy Fire. He’d never felt as if he was on the wrong side, as Jensen had, but he had sometimes wondered why it always had to be him and his family who stood up for the cause and put themselves in the firing line. As an adult, he was happy to do just that, but as a kid, sometimes, he could have done without the pressure.

“You’re going to burn in Hell!” the suit shouted at Loretta.

“I’m gonna,” Jared inclined his head toward the ugly scene and got to his feet. Jensen nodded and Jared could feel his soulmate’s eyes on him as he went and stood beside Loretta and drew himself up to his full height.

“Y’all need to leave,” he said.

The suit sneered at him. “God shalt not suffer a Witch to live!” he bellowed, pointing an accusing finger at Jared.

“Well, clearly he shall,” Jared spread his arms wide, “because here we all are.”

“Hey,” Jensen appeared at Jared’s elbow. He addressed himself to the suit. “Do you have children, sir?”

The suit stared at him. “Is that a threat? Are you threatening me, Witch?”

“I’m not a Witch,” Jensen said. “And no, I’m not threatening you. I was just wondering… If you do have children, do you ‘dashesh thy little ones against stones when they are disobedient’ like the Psalms tell you to?”

The suit frowned. “That’s… that’s an obsolete translation. The Psalms don’t really mean that we should kill our children if they’re naughty.”

Jensen nodded. “Some people think ‘Witch’ is an obsolete translation, that a more correct translation would be poisoner.”

Jared watched with pride as Jensen attempted to reason with the leader of the Holy Fire Picket. He also noticed that quite a number of the café’s customers had gravitated to stand in a semi-circle around the group, listening intently.

“No,” the suit shook his head. “It’s definitely Witch. Our scholars are certain on that point.”

“Oh. Okay.” Jensen rubbed a hand across his jaw. “By the way, I can’t help noticing that you’re wearing a cotton shirt with a polyester suit. That’s a real blend of fibers you’ve got going on there. According to the Book of Rules, you should be put to death for that.”

“That’s an obsolete Rule!” the suit said.

“Because the Patriarch said so? But isn’t he just a man?”

“He speaks for God!”

Jensen nodded. “But wasn’t that the problem you people had with Witches? That they claimed to speak directly to God? That they performed their own rituals; didn’t need a priesthood? Could perform miracles themselves with their own inherent, God-given powers?”

“They are not God-given! Witches are an abomination!”

“Yeah? Well so are you in that blend of fibers!”

The suit launched himself at Jensen, but luckily the police turned up just as he did and all of the picketers were quickly escorted outside. One of the police officers had a chat with Loretta about what had happened this time, and Jared took the opportunity to hurry Jensen back to their table.

“You were awesome,” he said, leaning across and linking hands with his soulmate.

Jensen flushed faintly pink. “Thanks. I just figured I’d try fighting fire with fire, so to speak; try to use their own scripture to explain how misguided they are.”

Loretta finished with the police and caught Jared’s eye with an expression that made him think that he was about to get a lecture. She made her way across to their table and sat down beside Jensen.

“Thank you for stepping in,” she said to him, holding out her hand. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Loretta and this is my café.”

Jensen took her hand and shook it. “Jensen,” he said.

Loretta nodded. “And if I’m not mistaken, that’s the mark of nasc aman that I can see on your neck. And as I can see its counterpart on Jared’s neck, I’m gonna take a guess that Jared is the lucky magus?”

Jensen blushed again. “Yeah. I guess.”

“We haven’t finalized the bond yet,” Jared said.

“Are you going to?” Loretta asked, her tone a little sharp.

Jared nodded. “We’re both willing. And I hate that it causes Jensen discomfort. We’re just…waiting until we know each other a little better.”

Loretta’s face softened. “Of course,” she clapped her hands briskly. “This is such good news. A magus finding his or her soulmate is incredibly rare,” she beamed. “Why don’t you bring Jensen to the public Full Moon Esbat tonight, Jared?  And then,” Loretta winked, “I believe there’s the usual Full Moon party down at Beachcombers. Those are always fun.”

“We’ll think about it,” Jared said. “It’s up to Jensen really.”

Loretta turned to Jensen and took his face in her hands.  “Only one way you know so much about Holy Fire scripture,” she said. “How is your family going to take this?”

Jensen swallowed visibly. “They’ll probably disown me,” he said, trying for light and missing by several yards.

“Oh baby,” Loretta said. “For what it’s worth, you’ll always have Jared and you’ll always have the magi community.”

Jensen nodded and attempted a smile and Jared vowed silently to be worthy of him.

“We don’t have to go,” Jared said, again. He was leaning against the frame of Jensen’s bedroom door, watching his soulmate consider and discard shirt after shirt after shirt.

Jensen frowned at the white button-down in his hand and turned to Jared. “I want to go. I’m just not sure what to wear.”

“Honestly?” Jared raked his eyes over Jensen’s naked torso and smiled wickedly, “you’d be fine to go just how you are.”

Jensen’s eyebrows shot up. “But I’m bare-chested!” His eyes widened. “Oh. Uh. There’s… there’s not gonna be nudity at this thing is there?”

Jared rubbed at the back of his neck. “Maybe? Not total nudity, but there’s probably gonna be a lot of people going topless. Girls as well as guys.”

Jensen swallowed. “What are you gonna wear?”

Jared stepped away from the wall and spread his arms out wide. “I’m just going like this.” He was dressed in knee-length beige cargo shorts, a baggy v-neck black tee-shirt and tan leather flip flops. “The ceremony’s held down on the beach, so there’s no need to dress up.”

Jensen chewed at his bottom lip and then selected a khaki green v-neck tee-shirt to go with the blue jeans he was still wearing.

Jared watched him slip it over his head, a little sad to see his soulmate’s beautiful broad back vanish beneath the material.

“What?” Jensen said, glancing up and catching Jared’s wistful expression. “Is this okay?”

Jared nodded. “You look gorgeous,” he said.

Jensen smirked. “Good. Because I don’t do shorts, sweetheart.”



Jensen was half expecting the Wiccan ceremony to be picketed by the Church of the Holy Fire. But there were several hundred magi in attendance and the Church had stayed away; they always did tend to prefer easy targets.

During the short drive down to the beach, Jensen had been trying to figure out why it was so important to him to do attend this ceremony. Okay, sure, Jared was Wiccan and Jared was his soulmate. That was an explanation. But it wasn’t the full explanation.

Church had been a big part of Jensen’s life for a long time. And then the doubts had become too big to ignore and he’d pulled away slowly, until by the time he was half way through his first year at college he wasn’t going any more.  But there had been elements of going to Church that Jensen had enjoyed; things that he missed. The fellowship; the connection to God. He was pretty sure that the Church of the Holy Fire weren’t on the right path, he couldn’t honestly believe that a deity would be so concerned with hate; but maybe the Wiccans had something to offer. They were, after all, one of the biggest religious groups in America and not all Wiccans were magi, just as not all magi were Wiccans. Some magi were Jewish, some were part of the Church of Christ and some were atheists. Jensen wondered if there were any in the Church of the Holy Fire, too frightened to acknowledge what they really were.

Because this ceremony was public, it was being presided over by a High Priestess and a High Priest, but Jared had explained to him that all over the country, Wiccan families and solitary practitioners would be performing the same ceremony themselves.

The Ceremony was called Drawing Down the Moon and it was beautiful. First, the High Priestess consecrated a Circle and called the Quarters and then the High Priest helped her with the Ritual, while Jared stood with his arms around Jensen, whispering in his ear, explaining everything to Jensen as it happened. The High Priest used the ceremonial knife as a receptacle for the lunar energy, drawing it down into the Chalice, before asking everyone to join him in inviting the Goddess to use the energy to take possession of the Priestess.  Jensen could tell the exact moment that the spirit of the Goddess entered the Priestess; he could feel the shift in energies and everything about the woman changed. Even her voice was different.

When she called him and Jared by name to come to the edge of the Circle, Jensen wasn’t sure who was more surprised; him or Jared.  They made their way through the crowd hand-in-hand, until they stood before her and she smiled and reached out, placing one hand on his forehead and one on Jared’s.  She spoke briefly in a language that Jensen didn’t understand and then said, “Together, you are the way forward. The path to the light.”

The people who were standing close to the Circle noticed that they both bore the mark of nasc anam and a general hubbub of excitement swept through the crowd.

The Priestess/Goddess gave messages to a few other people and blessings to all, but Jensen had pretty much stopped paying attention, too aware of the crowd’s attention.  He vaguely noticed the Goddess depart and he watched the Priestess and Priest conduct the Ceremony of Cakes and Ale, before banishing the Circle and Grounding the energy and inviting everyone to drink juice and eat cookies.

“This is not ale,” Jensen said around a mouthful of oatmeal cookie, raising his paper cup of apple juice and waving it at Jared.

Jared shrugged. “Traditionally it would be an alcoholic drink, but we try to be inclusive and some people don’t drink.”

Jensen nodded.  He tried to ignore the press of people, staring at them with wonder.

“The Church of Christ had a thing they did with wine and wafers,” Jensen said. “We… I mean my old Church… they didn’t have any ceremonies that involved eating or drinking. They do light a lot of candles though,” he frowned. “And burn stuff. There’s always a ceremonial fire burning at the altar and you can write down whatever unclean thoughts you’ve had or deeds you’ve done and then toss the paper into the fire to cleanse your soul. They burn a lot of books and newspapers and stuff too, anything flammable that represents something they don’t approve of.”

Jared was quiet for a moment and then he said, “You know that ceremonial fire? You know it’s based on the stake and pyre system they used to use to execute the magi?”

Jensen nodded. “Pretty gruesome, huh? Feasting together on cookies and juice is much more awesome than burning stuff.”

Jared grinned. “Sure is.”

“Jared?” Genevieve and Professor Morgan appeared from the crowd surrounding them. “Are you coming to Beachcombers?”

Jared made eye contact with Jensen. “Ready to party?” he asked, reaching a hand out to Jensen.

Jensen took his hand and beamed. “Can’t wait,” he said.

Jensen felt drunk. And not because he was drunk, because he wasn’t. He hadn’t even had one alcoholic drink. He was just high on life; on the charge of magical energy in the air; on Jared. Jared, whose flip-flops were wedged in his back pocket as he pulled Jensen along behind him, weaving in a big spiral with hundreds of others, around the dance floor, around the tables and chairs, out onto the deck and then down onto the sand. Chris and Charisma, James, Genevieve and Jeff were somewhere in the circle of dancers too. Jensen didn’t know the girl who was holding his other hand, but she was only wearing a bikini and a grass skirt and she was whooping with delight. Jensen’s mom would probably have a heart attack if she could see him right now.

Jensen wasn’t entirely sure where his shoes were anymore. His jeans were rolled up to the knees, his tee-shirt was tucked into his back pocket and his bare feet were thumping against the earth as he danced, his toes scrunching into the sand. It felt fantastic.

The girl beside him whooped again and shot a burst of magical sparks into the air, as if they were fireworks. Jensen laughed out loud. He was dancing, semi-naked, on a beach, under a full moon, with a bunch of witches, and it was fucking awesome.  Just for a moment, he imagined the pinched, pained expression on his mom’s face, her horror and disgust, and then he shrugged it off. They weren’t hurting anybody and Jensen had never felt more alive.

The dance broke up organically as people began to tire and Jared turned to Jensen with a huge, predatory smile on his face. He advanced on him fast and then picked him up by the waist, twirling him around and around in dizzying circles as Jensen gripped his shoulders and shouted at Jared to put him down. Jared ignored him and Jensen was forced to wrap his legs around Jared’s waist to stop himself from falling. He was trying to ignore how much it turned him on that Jared was strong enough to pick him up like this. Jared spun them away from the Beachcomber and over to the dunes, before lowering Jensen to the sand and lying down on top of him, with Jensen’s legs still wrapped around his waist.

“You are so fucking hot,” Jared said, his breath warm on Jensen’s face.

“Right back at ya.” Jensen squirmed until their groins were lined up and Jared groaned and leaned down and kissed him, his lips pressing firmly and his tongue thrusting its way into Jensen’s willing, receptive mouth. At the same time he circled his hips and ground down against Jensen, who moaned and gasped against his lips, and tangled his fingers in Jared’s long hair.

Jared pulled away from the kiss and looked down at Jensen with lust-blown eyes.

“I want you so bad,” he said.

“But Jared,” Jensen rubbed up against his soulmate, eliciting another groan, “this is only our second date.”

“Is not!” Jared said with playful indignation. “We had lunch together the other day. And we played FIFA and had take-out last night. This is our fourth date!” His expression became a lot more serious. “I’m ready, Jensen. If you still want to, I’m ready. I want this. I want you.”

Jensen didn’t have to be told twice.

Well, okay. Technically Jared had told him twice.

Whatever.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Jared had one heck of a dirty mouth. Jensen already knew that the younger man talked a lot; he hadn’t known-how could he have known?-that Mr ‘I don’t put out until the third date’ was an absolute fiend once you finally managed to get him in the sack.

The manhandling had started again the very second the front door of Jensen’s apartment closed behind them. Jensen had found himself wrapped in giant arms, kissed to within an inch of his life and then half carried, half propelled into the bedroom.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Jared rambled, “love your eyes, love your freckles, so fucking cute,” he began to tear at Jensen’s pants. “Need to get these off, need you naked. Now.”

Jensen batted his hands away and stripped naked with ruthless efficiency. Jared kept trying to help, or maybe just to touch him, and it took the magus far too long to realize that his clothes needed to come off too, but eventually, they were both butt-naked and all the moisture in Jensen’s mouth dried up completely, because Holy Fuck. Jared looked like he’d been sculpted from marble. Jensen couldn’t wait until the magus finished growing into his body; he was still a little lanky, a little skinny, but he was going to be one heck of a sex God one day and Jared smirked, which led Jensen to think he may have said that last part out loud.

They wrestled each other down onto the bed, each of them fighting to pin the other one to the mattress. Jared kept cheating though; kept kissing him and stroking his cock; kept reaching around to rub at his hole and kept telling him, his voice thick with lust, that he couldn’t wait to stuff his fat cock in Jensen’s ass and pound his sweet spot until Jensen came, screaming Jared’s name. And how was that fair? How was he supposed to resist that? Jensen let his body go lax, spread his legs and let Jared pin him to the mattress. For just a moment, Jared seemed uncertain and then he lowered his head and kissed Jensen very thoroughly.  When they came up for air, Jensen may actually have whined just a little.

Jared was back to looking uncertain again. “We don’t have to do it this way,” he said. “You can top if you want to.”

“Don’t want to,” Jensen said.

“You know I’m not bewitching you, right? You know I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to?”

Jensen flung a hand out sideways. “Lube and condoms are in the top drawer.” It wasn’t quite a growl, but it came close.

Jared stared down at him for a moment and then sat up and retrieved the supplies.

“How do you wanna do this?” he asked.

Jensen took the Astroglide from Jared and squeezed some out onto his fingers. He planted his feet on the mattress, spread his legs wide and slowly inserted two slick fingers into his ass. Jared whimpered and when Jensen looked up at him his pupils were completely lust-blown. “Can I help?” the magus said, the words sounding like they’d been punched out of him.

When Jensen nodded, Jared squeezed some lube onto his fingers and slid one of them in beside Jensen’s.

Jensen gasped and his eyes snapped shut. Jared’s hands were huge and his fingers were long and the way he was pumping in and out of Jensen, loosening and relaxing the muscle, had Jensen’s dick hard enough to pound nails and weeping a steady stream of pre-come from the slit. Jensen pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the sheet.

“Enough,” he said. “Wanna ride you.”

He pushed at Jared and Jared followed his lead happily enough, withdrawing his finger, rolling over to lie on his back and tearing the condom packet open with his teeth.

Jensen straddled Jared’s thighs, biting his bottom lip as he watched Jared roll the condom on. Once he was sheathed, Jared held his cock firmly at the base and then he watched as Jensen positioned himself above him, before lowering himself onto Jared’s straining cock.  Jared was huge; definitely proportional; and just the stretch of the head pressing inside him had Jensen moaning wantonly as his hole yielded to Jared’s impressive girth. Jensen sank down slowly, giving himself time to adjust to the fat dick, taking it an inch at a time and watching Jared’s tortured expression, listening to his harsh breaths, punctuated by occasional curses and pleas. By the time Jensen was fully seated Jared was babbling, begging to be allowed to move, to fuck him.

“Give it to me, Jared,” Jensen said. “Make me take it.”

Jared’s hands were on Jensen’s hips immediately and he began to thrust up into his soulmate as if his life depended on it. All Jensen could do was hang on for the ride, and then Jared growled and flipped them so that Jensen was on his back with his knees pushed down to his shoulders and his feet pointing at the head board behind him.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Like that. Just like that,” Jared drove in deep and nailed his prostate and Jensen couldn’t help his long drawn out moan. “That’s it, Jay. Right there, right there.”

“Pushy bottom,” Jared gasped, as he continued to do his level best to fuck Jensen just exactly the way he wanted it.

Jensen would’ve smirked at him and made some smartass comment only he was too busy biting at his bottom lip and getting a hand to his swollen dick, stripping himself hard and fast and fuck yeah coming all over his belly. Jared followed him over the edge almost immediately and the very moment he did, Jensen could feel Jared inside his head; could feel the way his dick was still twitching as he came down from his orgasm, could feel that Jared wanted him, liked him; loved him. That he was hungry.

Jared laughed. “I’m almost always hungry.”

“Can you read my mind for real now?” Jensen said.

What do you think? The words just floated into Jensen’s mind.

It’s the bond, right? It’s fully formed?

Jared grinned. “This is awesome. We can read each other’s minds. We could cheat on our exams and no one would ever know! Not that we will,” he frowned. “We should probably not mention this particular ability to anyone.”

Our secret, Jensen agreed. It’ll be great for fucking with people. And speaking of fucking…

Jared pulled out and took care of the condom.  He even went into the bathroom by himself and their separation didn’t cause Jensen to feel so much as a slight twinge of discomfort.

“Man,” Jared said, walking back into the bedroom, proudly naked. “I can’t wait to have sex again with the bond fully operational. I’ll be able to feel what you feel as well as what I feel. It’s gonna be mind-blowing!”

“Speaking of blowing,” Jensen licked his lips and looked pointedly at Jared’s dick. “I can’t wait to suck you off.”

Jared’s spent dick tried valiantly to rise to the occasion.

“How about we get something to eat while we recover from Round One?” Jensen suggested.  “We’re gonna need all the nutrition we can get, cuz I’ve got a feeling it’s gonna be a long night.”



When Jared awoke, he was tangled in a sweaty mess of limbs and his ass ached something fierce. Or possibly, Jensen’s ass ached something fierce; it was a little hard to tell whose feelings were who’s when they were so entwined.  Jared untangled himself from Jensen as gently as possible, smiling broadly when Jensen snuffled and frowned and then began to cuddle Jared’s vacated pillow, all without waking up.

He took a quick shower and ascertained that his own ass was only a little tender from the one time he’d bottomed, so most of the discomfort he was feeling was coming from Jensen. Jared made a mental note to learn to resist Jensen’s begging, because in the throes of passion, the man clearly didn’t know his own limits. Either that or he liked it rough enough to hurt, which Jared really didn’t.

Jared went to make coffee. There were no teaspoons and he swore softly as he remembered transfiguring them all into shot glasses.  He tracked down the shot glasses and turned a couple back into spoons.  When he returned to the bedroom, Jensen was sitting up, gingerly, his eyes still sleep-blurred and unfocused.

“Could feel you worrying,” he said.

Jared handed him his coffee. “How are you feeling?”

Jensen rolled his eyes. “Like someone pounded my ass repeatedly with a baseball bat,” his cheeks and neck flushed slightly. “I may have gotten a little carried away last night.”

Jared nodded. “I can actually feel your discomfort through the bond,” he said and Jensen’s face got even redder. Jared went and got him some Advil, which Jensen accepted gratefully.

“So,” Jensen said after a while. “We can feel how each other is feeling, physically and emotionally, and we can read each other’s thoughts.”

Jared nodded.

“You think we could survive the other’s death?” Jensen asked.

Jared shrugged. “Not sure I’d want to, to be honest. It’d feel like having my soul torn in two. But we’ll have to investigate that. I know soulmates are rare, but there’s gotta be something in the literature about that.”

Jensen nodded and sipped at his coffee. “You don’t know where my shoes are, do you?”

Jared gaped at the non-sequitur. “No clue.”

“It’s just that I took them off last night and I don’t know where I put them. I can’t believe I drove home bare footed. And I really like those sneakers.”

Jared frowned. Something was bothering Jensen and it wasn’t really the shoes. He was picking up a lot of anger, shame and sorrow through the bond. “Okay,” he said slowly. “I can do a locator spell later if you want.”

Jensen’s eyebrows shot up. “You can do that?”

Jared nodded. “Sure. Or we could just go down to Beachcombers and look through lost property, because that’s probably where they are,” he hesitated a moment and then asked, “What are you really worrying about, Jensen?”

Jensen sighed.  “I just keep imagining someone from Church phoning my mama and telling her that I was seen last night dancing semi-naked on the beach, under the full moon, with a bunch of Witches.”

Jensen actually flinched at the slur and thought sorry at Jared across the bond.

Jared turned sideways so that he was facing Jensen. “You’re feeling ashamed?”

Jensen nodded. “Not of you or us or anything we did. Of them. Of their attitudes. I’m so pissed off at them. But at the same time, they’re my family. I love them. I want them to love me. I want them to love you. And,” Jensen broke off and stared down at the quilt cover. “And that ain’t gonna happen. This. You and me. It’s gonna cost me my family. But God help me, Jared… Goddess help me… I want it anyway.”

Jared reached forward and took Jensen’s hands in his. “My family is going to love you,” he said. “And maybe your family won’t react as badly as you think they will.”

Jensen laughed, an ugly, humorless sound. “Oh they’re gonna react badly, trust me. You don’t know who my family is. And I doubt your family is gonna love me when they found out who I am,” his eyes flicked to Jared’s. “I know you’re still gonna love me, you and I, we don’t really have a choice in this.”

It occurred to Jared as he sat facing his soulmate and holding his hands that they’d never actually exchanged family names. In the face of their soulbond, it just hadn’t seemed all that important.

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll bite. What’s your family name? Who are you?”

“My name’s Jensen Ackles,” he said, and Jared very nearly dropped his hands, except that would have sent the wrong message.

Jared stared into his soulmate’s worried green eyes and then he smiled, his smile broadening until it became a laugh, and then he did have to let go of Jensen, because he was shaking so much with laughter.

“It’s not funny,” Jensen grumbled, but he was grinning now too.

“It kind of is,” Jared said. “And yeah, it kind of isn’t. Oh boy. This is really gonna shake things up,” he cleared his throat. “So you’re the current Holy Fire Patriarch’s grandson?”

Jensen shook his head. “Great nephew. Not close enough family to be watched all the time, but close enough that this is gonna throw a real spanner in the works.”

Jared scooted over right next to Jensen and put an arm around his shoulders, reveling in the fact that his soulmate sank into the embrace without thought. “My family name is Padalecki” he said, and felt Jensen tense beside him.

“As in…Jezebel Padalecki?”

Jared laughed. “My mom’s name is Jessica. Jezebel is just what your former Church likes to call her.”

“My mom hates her,” Jensen said matter-of-factly. “On account of that time when they went head-to-head on that Fox News talk show and your mom made her look like a bigoted idiot. Which, you know, is fair, because she is one.”

Now it was Jared’s turn to tense. “Your mom is Naomi Ackles?”

At Jensen’s nod he chuckled softly. “Oh boy, I really hope the Powers that Be know what they’re doing here.”

Jensen looked up at him from where he was tucked under Jared’s arm and then he leaned up and kissed him, a slow, gentle kiss. “I got a feeling they know exactly what they’re doing,” he said. “You and me, we’re the way forward, remember? The path to the light.”

Oh yeah. That. Jared groaned. “We should probably put some clothes on then,” he said. “Because it sounds like we’ve got work to do.”

The End



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