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Jared falls back against the closed door with a sigh and the feel of a bitch of a headache about to start as he clenches his eyes shut. The dogs give a faint whine like they know something’s wrong, but he can’t make his voice work to comfort them, thoughts full of self-recrimination; whether at letting it actually come to this, or at doing the awful and sensible thing in calling Jensen‘s parents, he isn't sure.
He knows he has to do this. It’s the only way him and Jensen will have even the slightest chance at what he knows would be something incredible; something permanent.
That doesn’t make the sick feeling go away, though; image of Jensen - his mate - looking so lost and alone as he’d stuttered through his attempt to talk to him.
Jared had wanted so badly to just wrap his arms around him, tuck his head under his chin and feel the tenseness go out of his body, but he can’t.
He made a promise, and, thoughts of police reports and potential jail time aside, he can’t lose Jensen ( ... )
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this is just so, awe...in a sad way.
poor Jensen. Why didn't you open the door Jared. i'm not liking you so far, even though i know you're doing this for Jensen's sake.
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It's a shitty situation for everyone, though Jensen's parents didn't help not telling Jensen about their agreement.
Next part is up!
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Jared is standing in his hallway for what feels like the hundredth time in the last two months; bent over at the waist with one hand on his thigh and another on the wall as he heaves in air through his nose, and tries not to fling the door open and run after Jensen.
Christ, but the way his mate’d sounded had made Jared feel like he’d been stabbed; sharp pain digging into his chest and stealing his breath, every nerve and muscle in his body screaming at him to fix whatever had Jensen that upset.
Except he knows why, and there’s nothing he can do that won’t destroy whatever they have for good.
He can’t talk to Jensen. If he has to look him in his endless green eyes, tries to say anything to him; then Jared’s gonna lose whatever thin strands of control he’s barely holding onto, and the whole thing will fall apart; and then Jensen’s parents will never let him near his mate again.
That reminder doesn’t help right now. Not in the slightest.
He understands the need Jensen feels to close the gap between them; and maybe the pop ( ... )
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I'd freak out more at the cliffhangeriness of that but you're a regular updater. Breathe, self; breathe.
Oh, SO much ow here.
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Christ,this is SO good.
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Glad you're enjoying, next part is up!
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Thanks for reading! Next part is up! =D
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“Mr Padalecki?” Says the blue uniform standing on his front step; features washed-out by the flashlight being shone in his eyes and the headlamps of the patrol car idling on the street.
“Uh, yeah. Can I help you?” Brain not really working at this hour.
“Do you have a Jensen Ackles here with you?” Way it’s asked says the guy kinda has opinion on the answer already, but Jared can’t care about that with the way his heart has stopped dead.
“W-What? No I. I haven’t seen him in days. You’re telling me he’s missing?” Stepping probably too-far into the cop's personal space, but if something’s happened to Jensen, or. Fuck if he’s done something to himself…That’d be it, his life, everything, over.
“Do you have any knowledge of his whereabouts, sir?” Cop apparently not buying the very real concern.
“No! What’s happened? Fuck, what is going on?!” Probably ( ... )
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