Best Intentions
Title: Best Intentions
Part Two
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,290
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: None, yet. But I'll be sure to update it if there needs to be any as the fic unfolds.
Notes: Follows Dark Intentions.
Summary: Three and a half years later, Jared's released from prison after getting early parole. He makes his way back to the house he apparently still owns, and to the three men who apparently still live there. With thoughts of Jensen continually running through out his mind, how is he supposed to get on with his life?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| |Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| | Part 9| | Part 10| | Part 11|
Jared tosses in the bed, before he jerks awake at the sound of someone’s voice. “Jensen?” he sleepily asks, and kinda hopes, as he opens his eyes.
A hard pushes back his sweat soaked bangs, as a soft, caring, and understanding voice speaks gently to him, “No Jared.” Caleb. Of course, Jared basically killed Jensen. Why the hell would he be here? “Jared?” Caleb’s voice sounds in his ear ago. “There’s a crew here, said you called them?”
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few minutes, Kai.” Jared throws the covers off of his sweat drenched body, stands on shaky legs and makes his way towards the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Jared sinks to the floor and hugs his legs to his chest. Even with the sleeping pill, his body is still weary. His body might’ve shut down to sleep the night before, but with his mind still thinking of Jensen, his body didn’t get any rest.
A few minutes pass and Jared pushes himself off of the floor. He wipes away the tears that are beginning to dry on his face before he turns on the faucet in the sink. Jared bends over, sticks his head under for a few seconds, running his hands through his hair to get rid of some of the sweat, before he shuts off the water and reaches blindly for the towel that hangs a foot away from the sink. He viciously scrubs at his head before he throws the towel in the hamper and looks at himself in the mirror.
His face is thinner than its ever been, his eyes duller after three years of beating himself up over Jensen, and blood shot from not really sleeping, but the tear tracks are no longer there, and that’s the best he can hope for as he makes his way back to his room. He sees the tee and sweats folded on the made bed, and quickly pulls them on before moving to make his way downstairs to tell the construction crew what he needs done.
“Mr. Padalecki.” A gruff man greets, holding out his right hand. “’name’s Pete. What can we do for you today?”
Jared shakes the man hand before waving him towards the kitchen. He opens the door to the breeze way and ushers them through. “I need the building you guys built me a few years ago, tore down.” Jared tells him, with no real emotion in his voice.
“Is the door unlocked?” Pete asks nodding his head towards the steel door.
Jared realizes he doesn’t know. He doesn’t even know where the keys are if it is locked. Jared sighs with relief when Caleb pushes his way through the six man crew. “Yea, door’s unlocked. We cleaned everything out of it a year or so ago.” Just like that Jared remembers what was inside the building and sighs with relief that Caleb was still taking care of him, even when he was in prison.
“Then if you’ll excuse us, we’ll get to work.” The man walks towards the door, before he sees that the breeze way also has a door. “Does this door open?” he asks quickly turning to stare back at Jared. “It’s just, that if it opens, we won’t make a mess inside you’re house when he have to move inside and out.” He adds when he takes in the confusion of on Jared’s face.
“Yeah, but I don’t know where the keys are.” Jared replies before Caleb cuts in.
“I’ll get them.” Caleb disappears for a few minutes before he returns with a key ring that has several keys hanging on it. He quickly unlocks the door, pushes it open, and latches it so that it’ll stay open.
Meanwhile, Jared has been glancing around the glass breezeway. “Pete.” He calls to get the roughnecks attentions. “Could you possibly get rid of the breeze way also? It’s not like I’ll need it.” What he doesn’t say is that he can’t stand the sight of it either. He had pulled Jensen through this breeze way a couple different times, and carried him through a couple other times.
“Sure Mr. Padalecki.” The man answers. “It’ll cost around seven hundred more though.
“I don’t care,” Jared replies, now rubbing his temples, trying to starve off the headache that’s pushing at the center of his forehead. “Just please do it.”
Pete opens the steel door just as Caleb is grabbing at Jared’s arm and leading him back inside. He guides his former master up the stairs and back towards his room. “No.” Jared hastily says. “I don’t want to go back in there.”
“Okay.” Caleb replies, as he pulls him past his and Jensen’s former bedroom, towards his own. Caleb lays Jared on the double bed before he disappears quickly just to return a few moments later. “Here.” He tells Jared, and hands him a couple white pills. He watches as Jared takes the pills, swallowing them as soon as he puts them on his tongue. Caleb then gives him the glass of water, watches him drink it all before sitting it on the nightstand. Jared jumps when he feels a cold cloth fall over his closed eyes. “It’s okay.” Caleb tells him, calming the jerkiness that drags at Jared’s body. “I know you have a headache, just rest.” Jared begins to finally fall asleep, barely registering the sound of a fan being turned on, the click of the light being turned off, and the creak of the door shutting closed.
Jared turns over and stares at the clock the next times his eyes open; the six, zero, and seven, glowing in the dark of the room. Groaning, Jared pushes himself out of Caleb’s bed, and makes his way downstairs. Caleb, Jordan, and Zach are sitting at the table when he walks in, and he stares in disbelief as Jordan and Zach jump from their chairs and engulf him in hugs. Jared uncomfortably pats their backs before looking over at Caleb.
“Alright guys,” he tells the two boys, “Let Jared breathe.” Jared sighs in relief as they release him.
Jared glances around the kitchen before his gaze once more settles on Caleb. “My truck still here?” he asks.
“In the garage.”
“Can you get me my keys?” Jared asks as he pulls out a chair and lets his exhausted head fall on the solid cool wood.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Jordan asks as Caleb stands to retrieve the keys.
“I need to get out.” Jared tells him without raising his head.
“Let Caleb drive you.” Zach interrupts.
“Guys.” Caleb says from behind Jared. “Let him go. He doesn’t need us crowding him.” He lays the keys in front of Jared and walks back to his seat.
“Thanks.” He tells the blond man, a small smile forming on his lips.
“No problem.”
Two hours, of driving on the interstate, later, Jared finds himself unconsciously staring through the darkened windows of his truck. He doesn’t know how he came to be parked across from the diner Jensen works at, but he knows he can’t leave until he sees the man. He doesn’t have to wait long, because just as it begins to get dark, he watches as a thin and broken version of Jensen slips out the front door, and into the passenger side of a blue car. As the car pulls away, Jared wipes at his eyes before he slips the truck into gear and pulls out onto the road. He goes the opposite way of the car Jensen got into. He heads towards the interstate and a self-made hell, as Jensen heads towards the suburbs and a loving home.
Part Two
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 1,290
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Last week I stubbed my toe, went to the hospital, found out the pain didn't even belong to me.
Warnings: None, yet. But I'll be sure to update it if there needs to be any as the fic unfolds.
Notes: Follows Dark Intentions.
Summary: Three and a half years later, Jared's released from prison after getting early parole. He makes his way back to the house he apparently still owns, and to the three men who apparently still live there. With thoughts of Jensen continually running through out his mind, how is he supposed to get on with his life?
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| |Part 2| | Part 3| | Part 4| | Part 5| | Part 6| | Part 7| | Part 8| | Part 9| | Part 10| | Part 11|
Jared tosses in the bed, before he jerks awake at the sound of someone’s voice. “Jensen?” he sleepily asks, and kinda hopes, as he opens his eyes.
A hard pushes back his sweat soaked bangs, as a soft, caring, and understanding voice speaks gently to him, “No Jared.” Caleb. Of course, Jared basically killed Jensen. Why the hell would he be here? “Jared?” Caleb’s voice sounds in his ear ago. “There’s a crew here, said you called them?”
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few minutes, Kai.” Jared throws the covers off of his sweat drenched body, stands on shaky legs and makes his way towards the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Jared sinks to the floor and hugs his legs to his chest. Even with the sleeping pill, his body is still weary. His body might’ve shut down to sleep the night before, but with his mind still thinking of Jensen, his body didn’t get any rest.
A few minutes pass and Jared pushes himself off of the floor. He wipes away the tears that are beginning to dry on his face before he turns on the faucet in the sink. Jared bends over, sticks his head under for a few seconds, running his hands through his hair to get rid of some of the sweat, before he shuts off the water and reaches blindly for the towel that hangs a foot away from the sink. He viciously scrubs at his head before he throws the towel in the hamper and looks at himself in the mirror.
His face is thinner than its ever been, his eyes duller after three years of beating himself up over Jensen, and blood shot from not really sleeping, but the tear tracks are no longer there, and that’s the best he can hope for as he makes his way back to his room. He sees the tee and sweats folded on the made bed, and quickly pulls them on before moving to make his way downstairs to tell the construction crew what he needs done.
“Mr. Padalecki.” A gruff man greets, holding out his right hand. “’name’s Pete. What can we do for you today?”
Jared shakes the man hand before waving him towards the kitchen. He opens the door to the breeze way and ushers them through. “I need the building you guys built me a few years ago, tore down.” Jared tells him, with no real emotion in his voice.
“Is the door unlocked?” Pete asks nodding his head towards the steel door.
Jared realizes he doesn’t know. He doesn’t even know where the keys are if it is locked. Jared sighs with relief when Caleb pushes his way through the six man crew. “Yea, door’s unlocked. We cleaned everything out of it a year or so ago.” Just like that Jared remembers what was inside the building and sighs with relief that Caleb was still taking care of him, even when he was in prison.
“Then if you’ll excuse us, we’ll get to work.” The man walks towards the door, before he sees that the breeze way also has a door. “Does this door open?” he asks quickly turning to stare back at Jared. “It’s just, that if it opens, we won’t make a mess inside you’re house when he have to move inside and out.” He adds when he takes in the confusion of on Jared’s face.
“Yeah, but I don’t know where the keys are.” Jared replies before Caleb cuts in.
“I’ll get them.” Caleb disappears for a few minutes before he returns with a key ring that has several keys hanging on it. He quickly unlocks the door, pushes it open, and latches it so that it’ll stay open.
Meanwhile, Jared has been glancing around the glass breezeway. “Pete.” He calls to get the roughnecks attentions. “Could you possibly get rid of the breeze way also? It’s not like I’ll need it.” What he doesn’t say is that he can’t stand the sight of it either. He had pulled Jensen through this breeze way a couple different times, and carried him through a couple other times.
“Sure Mr. Padalecki.” The man answers. “It’ll cost around seven hundred more though.
“I don’t care,” Jared replies, now rubbing his temples, trying to starve off the headache that’s pushing at the center of his forehead. “Just please do it.”
Pete opens the steel door just as Caleb is grabbing at Jared’s arm and leading him back inside. He guides his former master up the stairs and back towards his room. “No.” Jared hastily says. “I don’t want to go back in there.”
“Okay.” Caleb replies, as he pulls him past his and Jensen’s former bedroom, towards his own. Caleb lays Jared on the double bed before he disappears quickly just to return a few moments later. “Here.” He tells Jared, and hands him a couple white pills. He watches as Jared takes the pills, swallowing them as soon as he puts them on his tongue. Caleb then gives him the glass of water, watches him drink it all before sitting it on the nightstand. Jared jumps when he feels a cold cloth fall over his closed eyes. “It’s okay.” Caleb tells him, calming the jerkiness that drags at Jared’s body. “I know you have a headache, just rest.” Jared begins to finally fall asleep, barely registering the sound of a fan being turned on, the click of the light being turned off, and the creak of the door shutting closed.
Jared turns over and stares at the clock the next times his eyes open; the six, zero, and seven, glowing in the dark of the room. Groaning, Jared pushes himself out of Caleb’s bed, and makes his way downstairs. Caleb, Jordan, and Zach are sitting at the table when he walks in, and he stares in disbelief as Jordan and Zach jump from their chairs and engulf him in hugs. Jared uncomfortably pats their backs before looking over at Caleb.
“Alright guys,” he tells the two boys, “Let Jared breathe.” Jared sighs in relief as they release him.
Jared glances around the kitchen before his gaze once more settles on Caleb. “My truck still here?” he asks.
“In the garage.”
“Can you get me my keys?” Jared asks as he pulls out a chair and lets his exhausted head fall on the solid cool wood.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Jordan asks as Caleb stands to retrieve the keys.
“I need to get out.” Jared tells him without raising his head.
“Let Caleb drive you.” Zach interrupts.
“Guys.” Caleb says from behind Jared. “Let him go. He doesn’t need us crowding him.” He lays the keys in front of Jared and walks back to his seat.
“Thanks.” He tells the blond man, a small smile forming on his lips.
“No problem.”
Two hours, of driving on the interstate, later, Jared finds himself unconsciously staring through the darkened windows of his truck. He doesn’t know how he came to be parked across from the diner Jensen works at, but he knows he can’t leave until he sees the man. He doesn’t have to wait long, because just as it begins to get dark, he watches as a thin and broken version of Jensen slips out the front door, and into the passenger side of a blue car. As the car pulls away, Jared wipes at his eyes before he slips the truck into gear and pulls out onto the road. He goes the opposite way of the car Jensen got into. He heads towards the interstate and a self-made hell, as Jensen heads towards the suburbs and a loving home.