!!!-CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS-!!! Real Person Prompt Post // June 1st - June 15th
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Icy dread spreads over Jared slowly like a poisonous fog. This psycho, this crazy fuck, who had been hanging out only a block from Jared’s house, waiting for him to stroll by like the oblivious fool he is…. and how had Jared been so stupid, so completely fucking stupid, to assume Gen was safe at home, wondering where he was? What if she was, if she was, if he had ( ... )
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Would that actually work?
People must know he’s missing by now, so if a strange man turned up at the studio raving about the Winchesters, that should trigger some kind of an alarm. Would Dru be arrested on the spot?
What if they take Dru into custody and he never tells anyone where Jared is? How long would it take him to stumble down off this mountain on his own? He thinks he’s in the mountains anyway, based on the limited view out the window and the quality of the air.
-Focus. Okay, so, Jensen’s already back at work. Maybe if he tells Dru he knows where Dean is…he feels a faint stirring of hope that he could actually con Dru into giving himself up ( ... )
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-Jared! Move your ass, man!
He blinks at the mallet, then at the mitts imprisoning his hands. The weapon is useless if he can’t hold it.
He looks again at the buckles, thinking that if he could just get his teeth on them.…but there’s no way he’s flexible enough to reach his hands, tethered as they are to his middle.
-You’re gonna have to break the cuffs.
He hooks one of his mitts through the back of the kitchen chair and drags it slowly to the edge of the room. He props his battered left shoulder against the wall, places a cuff on either side of the chair back, and pushes down with all his strength to force the swivel screw into snapping.
Nothing happens.
He takes a deep breath, as deep as he can with his cracked ribs, and pushes down again.
Nothing.
-Really Padalecki? How much can you bench?
Fuck you Winchester. This is all your fault anyway. But he grits his ( ... )
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Aaaaagh. Another absolutely fantastic update, my god. C'mon, Jared! You can do it!
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