FIC: My Home is Where you are Chapter 18
Tittle: My Home Is Where You Are
Universe: RPF/Supernatural AU
Author: Kali
beta not yet
gender: AU
Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse- Padalecki, Danneel Harris Ackles, Misha Collins/Victoria Vantoch. Osric Chao, Samantha Ferris, Julian Richings, Lauren Cohan, Amanda Tapping. Eric Kripke and as tribute to late Dear Director and Supernatural*the show* friend: Kim Manners.
NCIS:Michael Weatherly, Cote De Pablo, Sean Murray Mark Harmon, David McCalum,
Others: Christian Kane, mentions of Beth Risgraff, Aldis Hodge, others and a million OFC and OMC
rathed; +k
Pairing:JDM/JA, JP/GC, Boaz Prestley/DHA,
Warnings:a/b/o dynamics, abuse,
Spoilers:none, but you'll find a million of references
Summary: Jeff and Jared found a fertile O who just gave birth, Jensen is very innocent, to protect this victim Jeff a rejected alpha has to take him home and help him recover from the trauma and recover his past life, everything their parents left for him and punish the man who left him an orphan.
A/N: I tend to think in the weirdest things when preparing myself for stress, this one came for a promp on a SPNkink-meme.
A/N 2: WARNING FOR POSSIBLE TRIGGER!! on this and the following chapters.
So... here it comes
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***
“male, late 50’s gunshot in abdomen, massive blood loss, Glasgow 8/15, BP 70/55, he is unconscious, heartbeat steady, but abdomen has purple marks” The doctor got close and flashed his pen light on the guy’s eyes
“What’s your name sir?” and the man with blond grey beard answered softly
“Jim Beaver…” the doctor nodded and Jim’s stretcher was pulled along the hall. The second patient passed the door
“Male, early 40’s gunshot on the chest, massive, massive blood lost…” the EMT sighed, his whole shirt covered in blood “two cardio respiratory arrest on the way, resuscitated on the scene and on the bus, BP not found, pupils midriatic, Glasgow 5/15, he's intubated and we're bagging him, there's silence on right side of his chest.”
The doctor checked him out and shouted “Hemopneumothorax!! Get him to trauma two and get a chest tube set and ask for a bed in ICU as soon as we get there” his voice drowned among the others, nobody there knew who they were or how important they were.
By the time Jim and Rufus were on surgery, the call from CDC left the whole staff stunned, they had to be ready in case any patient came with the symptoms of the virus apocalypse infection.
***
Jensen was on a bed, he felt safe and warm, it was dark and the smell made him feel good, cared and protected, a hot hand moved slowly on his waist circling his body and pulling him close to a strong body warm breath bathed his neck when a soft “I love you” left his lover’s lips making him smile
“I love you too” Jensen let out turning around finding intense brown eyes, like melted chocolate fix on his, without thinking his hand raised to caress stubble wearing jaw, a smile parted the fleshy pink lips, “I can’t believe we’re finally here” Jensen felt overwhelmed, he finally was home, the smell leather and spice, the warm inviting soft cocoon that surrounded him, everything screaming home.
He felt a tear rolling down his cheek as he closed his eyes trying to engrave this in his memories incase this a one in a life time moment when with a soothing sound, the body next to him shifted and he felt the first kiss on his face, Ivy arms tight around him pressing him against solid chest, his soon to be lover moved to cover Jensen’s body with his weight, and the need pulled his legs apart to feel the growing hardness against his own dick.
For once he didn’t worry about the fear the other man felt, he didn’t felt like this was too much. It felt right, and perfect, and he wanted this to last forever, the body over him started moving rutting on him, and the sparks the movement caused in his lower stomach made him gasp, the pleasure too intense, he didn’t remember feeling like this before in his life “Please…” his hands moved to hold the absurdly broad shoulders, and his fingers gripped the muscles tight, wanting more of that delicious feeling, his breathing hitched and became frantic, but with every intake of breath he noticed something…
The weight wasn’t right, the feeling of those callused hands felt too soft on his skin, the needy noises were too high, the smell wasn’t like he remembered and he knew he had to fight.
He kicked and thrashed and moved opening his eyes to find that he was tied to the same beam, the one caressing his body was Michael who looked at him with lust and mockery “Awww, you’re not a blushing virgin kid… you shouldn’t be scared…” and getting close again forcing Jensen in a kiss moved his hands roaming taut flesh, passing over sensitive nipples and Jensen felt the same spark of white pleasure. But instead of wanting it, fury filled every pore in his body and he bit the intrusive tongue on his mouth.
Michael groaned pulling away, touching the wounded muscle and spitting some blood on his hand, moved to Jensen with a fist ready, the punch landed straight on his temple and Jensen once more fell into darkness. The last before the world went silent was Michael’s laughter and the word “you’re in heat bitch, you’ll be mine.” And cold fear curled in his stomach, and images danced in front of him, of hands and a smell that wasn’t at all unknown to him, and it made sense.
***
Richings got the call from Rhodes, what she informed was nothing new, the virus, the kidnapper being somewhat related to Weatherly, but the other side? The part where the ABC plane was involved was new.
So he raided Ackles Mansion looking for Michael, he wasn’t there, they just found the service staff, they said the head maid, Mr. Mosley gave them the night off because Master Ackles wasn’t home and Mr. Weatherly will be out all night.
“He’s been out for a couple days now…” said the guy in charge of the cars. “All I know is that he asked his secretary to get a plane ready he must have a new girlfriend” and smirking “Poor Mrs. De Pablo, she’s always pinning for him”
So Richings went back to the car, he had to inform the NY people.
He left watch on the house and went back to precinct
***
Jared was called by Captain Kripke, they needed someone to travel to Texas and check the lab for them, Dallas PD had agreed, and it was the last day they had before FBI took over the investigation, and as confidential information his captain told him that Jim Beaver was shot and Jensen Ackles was missing. “I know how Morgan is gonna react.. I need him focused in one thing at the time Jared…”
Jared was shaking, worried and nervous “How long? How long you’ve known this and didn’t told us?” the man in front of him made a face
“Since yesterday morning.”
Jared was on his way to the airport without more than a call to his wife.
His plane landed and the first face he saw was Detective Richings, Julian Richings was waiting for him.
“Detective, nice to meet you” Julian offered him a hand “welcome to Dallas”
Jared tried to balance his bag on one shoulder while shaking the offered hand “Hello, Sir, is nice coming close to home…” Richings smiled and started walking “what do you know about Jensen?”
The older man, skinny and tired with a dark somber aura made a face of disgust “not much, to be honest, I was there when one of our doctors checked his bruises… Mr. Beaver, he brought him to the hospital and we begged him…” and shook his head “I personally asked him to set a complaint for assault” and moving through the crowded airport “That kid… Jensen asked us not to take this too serious, he officially stated that it was just a game that went out of control, that he was horsing around with a friend and got hurt…” and looking to his car a black Lincoln that looked pretty much like a hearse, Jared noticed but didn’t want to comment about it
Once inside the car and feeling the AC “that’s Jensen, he’ll do anything for other people even if it causes physical pain…” And the car traveled across the city in silence.
When they finally got to the station Richings turned to Jared, looking him with narrowed eyes “you know more than what your people told us...”
“What?”
Julian turned the engine off and faced Jared “You said he always do things for others even if they causes him pain… who? Is he protecting someone?”
Jared sighed “he got a picture of Jeffrey Morgan’s kids, my partner’s kids; it said they’ll end up with Jensen’s, And Jensen’s baby is death. I didn’t know what information they were keeping from you, I didn’t know…”
Julian Richings raised his hand like asking him to get quiet, and closed his eyes, took a cigarette and lit it before licking his lips and speak “this has to be the stupidest shit you’ve ever done kid… and I mean you and your friend Morgan and that stupid people from New York not telling us everything… here we were stumbling in the dark” left the car without one more word.
Inside the station Richings called someone “do me a favor, call that blonde friend of yours and as her to find every fly that landed in this county, especially private planes, especially late night company planes…” the girl, a blue eyed blonde smiled and left “if anyone can get info, this Garcia chick will…” and moving to the phone “I went to Ackles Manor today, no signs of the Ackles child there, but Weatherly wasn’t there either, and someone told me they asked for a plane, what if he took the boy away? What if he has the Morgan children and this one kid together?”
Jared wanted to ask why he always referred to Jensen like the kid or the child but Julian was pushing him again towards a door “let’s talk to the one in charge… before the FBI brains get here, last time it got messy… one of them is really weird, a kid that give me the chills” and entered a door talking to the man inside “Carver…” the man looked at him “This is Padalecki, from New York, he’s here to help with the missing heir… again” in short sentences and less than five minutes explained what the driver said and what New York kept from them “I bet he has the kids now, all three of them.”
***
Among the things they found on the hangar were a knife, it had Tapping blood, but also blood that matched 50% Jeff’s DNA one of the boys.
There was only one camera working the others were intentionally broken and tapes footage lost, but this one, hidden behind a flag showed a tall man in a beannie hat, tall and lean pushed an adult and a child while carrying a bulk on his shoulder, there was no face seen, there was nothing much.
But one thing, a keychain, it had a picture, but it was covered with the hand of the owner, and they had a visual of the eyes only.
There was now software to recognize body parts and give you a - even if short still too big- list of people whose physiometry will fit the image you’re looking for, but it’ll take hours.
So they sent word to Dallas to have the plane checked, it was the tenth day since the plane incident.
Dallas sent info back saying that other than a missing tapestry, apparently ruined with wine the plane was clean. No clue anymore…
Jeff had this info from a friend of Jared's “So…” he kept going “either we find anything else or we’re back at square one…”
Jeff was sitting next to a window, the last week was written on his face, dark shadows under his eyes, a whole beard had nested on his chin, his lips were chapped and his clothes were a mess
“I can’t believe we still don’t have anything…” and rubbing his eyes with his left hand “and Jensen is not talking to me either, I believe he’s pissed… we haven’t really… you know, talked since all this started” Jared kept quiet. “The truth is I miss that little bastard more than I thought I could” confessed tired on the phone , yet Jared was silent “Jay?”
“I miss Gen too…” Jared added a little late. “I just… don’t know, is like the woman had disappeared…”
“If I were a kidnapper crazy bitch where would I hide? Jeff said half laughing “in this town is just obvious, she was originally from Boston and FBI took the investigation there…” they pretty much took the whole investigation now, but used the ‘we’re helping you in your investigation instead of doing it all on our own’ bullshit “where to look?”
Jared wanted to say something, that was why he called in the first place “Jeff… there’s something else, something that has been happening for four days now…” sighed and scratched his brow where thick lines formed “I’m sorry, I swear it wasn’t my call not to tell you…” Jeff finally stopped mumbling “Jeff... Jensen is missing… someone shot Beaver and his bodyguard, and Jensen went Missing, Cliff was walking Bisou and when he came back…” he heard a roar on his ear and pulled the receiver away
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING!!?? THAT YOU KNEW THIS AND YOU KEPT IT FROM ME?” Jared tried to explain himself but he couldn’t talk over Jeff’s screams “I HAVE THE RIGHT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WITH JENSEN!! AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW? DO YOU HAVE ANY LEADS? I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH” it was unfair, yes, but Jared knew Jeff didn’t really meant those things, he’d have reacted just like that if it were Genevieve missing “IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO HIM I’LL KILL YOU!! I’LL KILL YOU AND WHOEVER HAS HIM!!!”
“Jeff!! Jeff, calm down” begged Jared but suddenly the line sounded dead. “Well… It went better than I thought” he mocked.
***
Michael thought Missouri was dead, and took care of the body so he could focus on Jensen, the smell on the boy had changed, apparently after the three weeks period of enhancers, they were finally kicking in, the delicious smell like fresh vanilla was the only thing filling his nose, there were other changes in the boys’ body too, his cheeks looked rosey and his lips fuller.
“Damn... I wanted so long to have this again” he said landing over the boy, he was unconscious when he put him on the slim cot, Michael removed the white shirt on him and kissed the pink fevered tender flesh, traced with his tongue the small shape of a tattoo on his hip, it was absurd, why someone would ruin that perfect skin with anything but those precious freckles, but the five sides figure was there, looking like Superman’s shield, he had no memory of the mark when Jensen was younger.
After a couple kisses Jensen’s legs parted themselves, and Michael thought that the horny omega was awake “finally… after all this time missing this tight little hole” he said caressing Jensen’s nipples when the whisper of a name left his O’s mouth ‘JEFF’ and his eyes fluttered open, instead of the plaint, needy body under him he had seconds ago a feisty boy started kicking and screaming. “Come on!!!” and smacking Jensen’s face “stupid bitch!” and dragged him back to the beam and tied him again, he was a patient man, he’ll have him, and the day was coming.
The second day Jensen was whimpering, his body needed alpha, needed comfort and contact, this was not enhancers induced, this was his real ovulation, he knew, the rare moments when he was conscious he counted the months, the weeks and he knew it was time…
Michael moved closer an caressed Jensen’s face, the wire around his wrists had dug deep in the flesh and the damaged skin looked purple and was hotter than the rest, his armpits and his ankles, all sharing the same fate, so the gentle hand touching his lips was a blessing
“You’re almost ready… ” and holding a glass of water to his lips “tomorrow… tomorrow you’ll be all mine” and moved away from him to a couple lumps on the floor, he hadn’t seen them before, he sure had been out for a while. “DAMN this one is an O” Michael said uncovering a couple kids, the oldest had Jeff’s features, strong jaw, cheekbones, brow, only his eyes; his eyes must be like his mothers. Jensen thought, the other the one whose face was in Michael’s hand was different, only the lips, and nothing else “he’s gonna be…” and his nose ran the side of the kid’s face inhaling deeply “so sweet to breach”
“Leave Sammy alone….” Growled the older “Or I’ll rip your lungs out!!!” Jensen saw something in the fierceness of the boy, something that made him feel proud.
“Let him go you bastard…” croaked with his throat hurting “let him go or I swear I’ll kill you with my own hands” Michael rose and laughed, hard and enjoying his moment
“Look at you, jealous bitch…!” he said smirking “I have enough for all of you…” he said obscenely holding his prick through his trousers, a bell sounded somewhere in the house and Michael just moved to Jensen “one sound, from any of you and I kill the little one” looked into Sammy, who’s eyes were fix on Jensen.
Inside his head Jensen had no idea where he was, he couldn’t even remember anything aside of the fact that Cliff said he’ll be walking Bisou before dinner and asked him to wait inside.
This place looked familiar especially for the Superman signs on the walls but this part of his memory was not clear; he had no recollection of this because it was his panic room.
Back in the days when his parents took him home, a series of murders were all over the news, a desperate woman ran in a killer spree, the victims were often couples who just got home from hospital with a baby, and being the Special baby Ackles his coming home was a headline on its own.
So his father had this done, it was a part of his bedroom, one paneled wall, if you just press it correctly, the silver lined tree in the blue wall, it’ll open to allow you into a stair case, it was narrow and dark, but was also hard to find, and easy to protect, it led in four sets of steps into the attic, where the wall was set to make you believe the roof was irregular and it protected the room to be found, inside there was a generator a TV set, some videogames, a million books and thick carpeting on the floor, now all that was irrelevant this was his prison, and even if the place was ft for more than three, Jensen felt desperate to go out.
***
“Who are you” Asked Dean the older boy
“I’m Jensen; I’m friends with your dad... with Jeff…”
Sam moved he had snot dried on his face and his eyes were swollen from crying “he’s not our dad…” Dean moved to push him a little and got him quiet.
“He IS our Dad, Sam, no matter how much you like the perks of being Harry’s son…”Sam looked at his brother pouting. “How is he? Is he… safe? That woman, that…” his eyes turned to his baby brother “she said he’ll hurt him if we kept resisting… she had pictures of him… with Bee, and you” narrowed his eyes looking to Jensen “you were living with him?” Jensen smiled and nodded
Those eyes, green eyes like his on the boy’s face, something tight on his throat, baby John would’ve had those eyes, maybe he could’ve had the same eyes, something close to his own eyes. “He rescued me… and he took care of me… he’s a great man” Jensen added and Dean Smiled
“He’s pretty amazing” and looking at Sam “you see? I knew it, she was lying”
The little one looked at his brother and mumbled something “She hurt you, dee, I was scared…”
Jensen spoke, secure “don’t be, your dad is gonna rescue us…” and looking around “you have any idea of where we are?” both boys shook their heads the older informed they were asleep until not long ago “do you know what day it is? I’ve been off a lot…” again the same motion. “Are you two tied?”
“I am…” Sam said trying to move and turned to his brother
“Not really I can move my hands, but I can’t walk… my leg…” and made a face. “it hurts”
Jensen felt anger filling his entire body “I’m gonna make that bastard pay…” part of the phenomenon known as the ‘heat’ was the change in Jensen’s behavior, his protective instinct were far stronger, and seeing a youngster hurt made him feel what he felt for just few hours when he had baby John with him. “How bad is it Dean?” The boy jostled his limb wincing in pain
“I don’t know... bad? It was bleeding badly, but now it looks… brownish…” He was obviously scared but keeping the strong face for his brother.
“Be brave just a little more, your dad will come for us, okay? Trust me I know…” not until then Jensen felt the need to fight his restrains. Sam started sobbing while Dean soothed him.
Jensen felt desperate, remembering the only time Jeff had sang to him, when he was crying over the same dream he still can’t really remember. So he just started singing “Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better...” Dean smiled and it was like his dad’s smile, he started singing too.
***
Jim Beaver woke up when a tall guy entered his room, he wasn’t scared, no, and the flinch? Was out of surprise not fear, after all he had police guarding his door.
What he saw standing in front of him was the shadow of the huge protective son of a bitch who brought Jensen to his mother’s burial.
Fear curled in Jim’s body knowing that such a face could only mean one thing “Is he dead?” asked feeling the lump on his throat closing it “did he…” and the idea of this precious boy dead, still, without the easy smile and blinding light of joy broke his heart.
Because not many knew, Jim Beaver was once married, now a widower, and had a daughter, she was now living on her own as a beta, unfertile but still alive, ignoring him for pretty much all her life, since she moved away with her grandmother at age 6, and this boy? He was the reminiscence of the life he wanted, and he used everything in his power to keep him safe, except when Mary asked him to step back, saying she’ll handle her omega son, at the time it could’ve been seen as odd the displays of affection among him and a younger Jensen.
Now laid on a bed with a tube coming out your chest and another from your stomach, everything was coming to an end.
“No, he’s missing, but I’m not gonna let him die…” Jim sobbed and thanked God “I need you to tell me what happened”
Jim explained the few things he knew he tried hard to remember anything new “he was so happy having his dog here, that little dog did more for him than three months with me, and then, someone called and.. the woman, she... she was… I don’t know someone… ” and trying hard to remember when an alarm started beeping “Was someone from Ackles’ house, she said… she killed John too”
“A name, beaver, I need a name…” a nurse got in and asked Jeff to get out
“Bring him back to me please, he’s special, he’s precious… ” Jeff was pulled out by the guard
“I promise” someone called a code blue and the cop spoke
“His heart is weak, the bullet ruptured something there, a valve or something… you shouldn’t push the poor guy like that.”
So Jeff did the next best thing
***
Christian entered Rob’s office, no new people infected by the virus were reported yet, still each and every one of the facilities destined to research were looking for the missing chain of proteins.
“Anything?” Rob wasn’t facing him, white coat on and bent over a microscope “come on Benedict you have to tell me..”
“I’m working!!” snapped “is not like its easy and you’re constant nagging is not helping Kane...”
Christian walked back and sighed “I get you’re cranky… I’ll be leaving to New York in like ten minutes, and then to Washington once I get to talk to the people there… you do realize I have to carry good news so I don’t have my head chewed off or our asses packed up in Jail?”
His friend slumped against the chair and turned “I know... this is just… it’s all fault, you know that right?” Christian sat next to him “we were all too worried with our own stuff to think in how this could affect Jensen”
Kane got close and patted rob’s shoulder “we can’t change that now Rob, but we can help with other stuff, FBI and Police will take care if that and they’ll find him.”
The door opened and Julie entered beaming “guess what?! Jeffrey Dean Morgan is here… Jensen’s knight in shining armor is here, and he literally decked Padalecki on the station”
“I thought they were friends?” Christian got up talking to her
“GUYS!!” Rob sat frustrated “take your menial conversation out of my lab!!”
It took Chris and Julie less than a second to leave the place.
***
They found out more because of luck than actual detective work, when a camera caught a stolen car on the entrance of a industrial lot, the first three screens are only a car getting into a garage until trying to see if the car at the front of the picture was actually the one with the dented fence and splash of blood on it, a guy emerged from a dark room and started shouting for Julian Richings to come see something. “It’s about the missing kids from New York!” shouted and before Julian got anywhere close, a tall man, with the most menacing look in the earth got close
“What you have about the boys?” DJ a lanky funny looking guy moved his neck without tearing his eyes away from the menacing one
“HELLO!!! HELP!!” with a growl a hand moved to his skinny neck
“TELL ME! What happened with my boys?” a hand landed on his shoulder and DJ sighed relieved. But when the guy turned not releasing his neck to face the even bigger guy behind, his relief disappeared, a fist connecting with the tallest guy’s jaw before brown cold eyes were on him again “Tell me…” a low rumble sounded with the words, like a real growl “tell me, please…”
“There’s a picture of Missouri Mosley, the head house keeper of Ackles manor… she…” and looking into the printed page on his hand “my guess is that she’s dead…” Jeff took the paper with a swift thank you passed over the guy bleeding. DJ moved to him “you okay? Want me to call someone?”
Took Jeff two minutes to inform Richings before he was running out of the station, he’d be informed on the warrant on the way and two cars will be catching up with him.
The lot was an empty space here a plant once worked, huge tanks were still there, and in the very back some old cars, and in one of them a grey fabric hanging from the trunk, Jeff even laughed, stupid Son of a bitch couldn’t even do this right.
Jeff ran to the car while taking a glove from his pocket and holding the rim of the rusty metal with it yanked the trunk open, inside instead of the body was a bag full of clothes, they’d have to search the whole place, he thought, when a moan called his attention.
Jeff followed the sound to find a hand crawling out from under the broken truck, behind flat tires and missing part, rust and dirt he could see what looked like a half buried body, at first he thought the best chance was to move the car by himself and pushed and prodded and did his best but the car didn’t move more than few inches. The woman moaned harder when the lowest of the metal landed on top of the small gap where his hand was peeking from.
In a second he was on his stomach reaching to hold those cold fingers while the voice started sounding more and more human with the contact.
“What happened? Why am I here?” she complained in her acute voice, Jeff imagined her in her everyday life, sure that she sure had a voice good enough to be in a choir and she was wearing a silver cross, so she must be religious, and her hands showed that she was a hard worker.
“I don’t know… I will find out once we get you out of here…” and tried with his other hand to remove as much dirt from over the small gap there. “Are you okay? Do you want me to call your family?”
The woman let go for a second “I have no family, I had two boys, but… they were…” and after a beat “monsters, they had… they died.” And she started crying, no matter could stay calm after telling you that his boys, even if not healthy were dead “Please, please sir.” And She hiccupped “help me get out of here, please!!”
Jeff felt his heart breaking, he knew how hard was to deal with the loss of your own children. The cops found him there reaching under to hold the hand, which by every minute got colder and colder. By the time the truck were moved, he was still holding the hand but the voice got weaker and weaker.
Tolling the truck took even more time, and by the time Missouri was pulled out of the shallow water tank she was in and carried to the ambulance the light of the day was almost gone.
In the same space, the police found another body, this one was actually covered in dirt and was dead at least for a couple days more, Jeff heard of it while the lady was on her way to the bus, he still had her hand.
The Crime Scene unit was taking the rotten body out “Whoever this is” said a forensics tech with vivid blue eyes “the bastard died painfully… and the killer tried to burn the body, hopefully... once he was dead…” chuckled “poor bastard” another of his team moved closer
“Poor bitch, this is a woman” and turning the body around to take few little knickknacks that rolled out of the remains “and apparently this was her purse…” a golden little object fell next to them and Jeff recognized it. It was Dean’s necklace.
Universe: RPF/Supernatural AU
Author: Kali
beta not yet
gender: AU
Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse- Padalecki, Danneel Harris Ackles, Misha Collins/Victoria Vantoch. Osric Chao, Samantha Ferris, Julian Richings, Lauren Cohan, Amanda Tapping. Eric Kripke and as tribute to late Dear Director and Supernatural*the show* friend: Kim Manners.
NCIS:Michael Weatherly, Cote De Pablo, Sean Murray Mark Harmon, David McCalum,
Others: Christian Kane, mentions of Beth Risgraff, Aldis Hodge, others and a million OFC and OMC
rathed; +k
Pairing:JDM/JA, JP/GC, Boaz Prestley/DHA,
Warnings:a/b/o dynamics, abuse,
Spoilers:none, but you'll find a million of references
Summary: Jeff and Jared found a fertile O who just gave birth, Jensen is very innocent, to protect this victim Jeff a rejected alpha has to take him home and help him recover from the trauma and recover his past life, everything their parents left for him and punish the man who left him an orphan.
A/N: I tend to think in the weirdest things when preparing myself for stress, this one came for a promp on a SPNkink-meme.
A/N 2: WARNING FOR POSSIBLE TRIGGER!! on this and the following chapters.
So... here it comes
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part_1 part_2 part_3 part_4 part_5 part_6 part_7 part_8 part_9 part_10 part_11 part_12 part_13 part_14 part_15 part_16 part_17
***
“male, late 50’s gunshot in abdomen, massive blood loss, Glasgow 8/15, BP 70/55, he is unconscious, heartbeat steady, but abdomen has purple marks” The doctor got close and flashed his pen light on the guy’s eyes
“What’s your name sir?” and the man with blond grey beard answered softly
“Jim Beaver…” the doctor nodded and Jim’s stretcher was pulled along the hall. The second patient passed the door
“Male, early 40’s gunshot on the chest, massive, massive blood lost…” the EMT sighed, his whole shirt covered in blood “two cardio respiratory arrest on the way, resuscitated on the scene and on the bus, BP not found, pupils midriatic, Glasgow 5/15, he's intubated and we're bagging him, there's silence on right side of his chest.”
The doctor checked him out and shouted “Hemopneumothorax!! Get him to trauma two and get a chest tube set and ask for a bed in ICU as soon as we get there” his voice drowned among the others, nobody there knew who they were or how important they were.
By the time Jim and Rufus were on surgery, the call from CDC left the whole staff stunned, they had to be ready in case any patient came with the symptoms of the virus apocalypse infection.
***
Jensen was on a bed, he felt safe and warm, it was dark and the smell made him feel good, cared and protected, a hot hand moved slowly on his waist circling his body and pulling him close to a strong body warm breath bathed his neck when a soft “I love you” left his lover’s lips making him smile
“I love you too” Jensen let out turning around finding intense brown eyes, like melted chocolate fix on his, without thinking his hand raised to caress stubble wearing jaw, a smile parted the fleshy pink lips, “I can’t believe we’re finally here” Jensen felt overwhelmed, he finally was home, the smell leather and spice, the warm inviting soft cocoon that surrounded him, everything screaming home.
He felt a tear rolling down his cheek as he closed his eyes trying to engrave this in his memories incase this a one in a life time moment when with a soothing sound, the body next to him shifted and he felt the first kiss on his face, Ivy arms tight around him pressing him against solid chest, his soon to be lover moved to cover Jensen’s body with his weight, and the need pulled his legs apart to feel the growing hardness against his own dick.
For once he didn’t worry about the fear the other man felt, he didn’t felt like this was too much. It felt right, and perfect, and he wanted this to last forever, the body over him started moving rutting on him, and the sparks the movement caused in his lower stomach made him gasp, the pleasure too intense, he didn’t remember feeling like this before in his life “Please…” his hands moved to hold the absurdly broad shoulders, and his fingers gripped the muscles tight, wanting more of that delicious feeling, his breathing hitched and became frantic, but with every intake of breath he noticed something…
The weight wasn’t right, the feeling of those callused hands felt too soft on his skin, the needy noises were too high, the smell wasn’t like he remembered and he knew he had to fight.
He kicked and thrashed and moved opening his eyes to find that he was tied to the same beam, the one caressing his body was Michael who looked at him with lust and mockery “Awww, you’re not a blushing virgin kid… you shouldn’t be scared…” and getting close again forcing Jensen in a kiss moved his hands roaming taut flesh, passing over sensitive nipples and Jensen felt the same spark of white pleasure. But instead of wanting it, fury filled every pore in his body and he bit the intrusive tongue on his mouth.
Michael groaned pulling away, touching the wounded muscle and spitting some blood on his hand, moved to Jensen with a fist ready, the punch landed straight on his temple and Jensen once more fell into darkness. The last before the world went silent was Michael’s laughter and the word “you’re in heat bitch, you’ll be mine.” And cold fear curled in his stomach, and images danced in front of him, of hands and a smell that wasn’t at all unknown to him, and it made sense.
***
Richings got the call from Rhodes, what she informed was nothing new, the virus, the kidnapper being somewhat related to Weatherly, but the other side? The part where the ABC plane was involved was new.
So he raided Ackles Mansion looking for Michael, he wasn’t there, they just found the service staff, they said the head maid, Mr. Mosley gave them the night off because Master Ackles wasn’t home and Mr. Weatherly will be out all night.
“He’s been out for a couple days now…” said the guy in charge of the cars. “All I know is that he asked his secretary to get a plane ready he must have a new girlfriend” and smirking “Poor Mrs. De Pablo, she’s always pinning for him”
So Richings went back to the car, he had to inform the NY people.
He left watch on the house and went back to precinct
***
Jared was called by Captain Kripke, they needed someone to travel to Texas and check the lab for them, Dallas PD had agreed, and it was the last day they had before FBI took over the investigation, and as confidential information his captain told him that Jim Beaver was shot and Jensen Ackles was missing. “I know how Morgan is gonna react.. I need him focused in one thing at the time Jared…”
Jared was shaking, worried and nervous “How long? How long you’ve known this and didn’t told us?” the man in front of him made a face
“Since yesterday morning.”
Jared was on his way to the airport without more than a call to his wife.
His plane landed and the first face he saw was Detective Richings, Julian Richings was waiting for him.
“Detective, nice to meet you” Julian offered him a hand “welcome to Dallas”
Jared tried to balance his bag on one shoulder while shaking the offered hand “Hello, Sir, is nice coming close to home…” Richings smiled and started walking “what do you know about Jensen?”
The older man, skinny and tired with a dark somber aura made a face of disgust “not much, to be honest, I was there when one of our doctors checked his bruises… Mr. Beaver, he brought him to the hospital and we begged him…” and shook his head “I personally asked him to set a complaint for assault” and moving through the crowded airport “That kid… Jensen asked us not to take this too serious, he officially stated that it was just a game that went out of control, that he was horsing around with a friend and got hurt…” and looking to his car a black Lincoln that looked pretty much like a hearse, Jared noticed but didn’t want to comment about it
Once inside the car and feeling the AC “that’s Jensen, he’ll do anything for other people even if it causes physical pain…” And the car traveled across the city in silence.
When they finally got to the station Richings turned to Jared, looking him with narrowed eyes “you know more than what your people told us...”
“What?”
Julian turned the engine off and faced Jared “You said he always do things for others even if they causes him pain… who? Is he protecting someone?”
Jared sighed “he got a picture of Jeffrey Morgan’s kids, my partner’s kids; it said they’ll end up with Jensen’s, And Jensen’s baby is death. I didn’t know what information they were keeping from you, I didn’t know…”
Julian Richings raised his hand like asking him to get quiet, and closed his eyes, took a cigarette and lit it before licking his lips and speak “this has to be the stupidest shit you’ve ever done kid… and I mean you and your friend Morgan and that stupid people from New York not telling us everything… here we were stumbling in the dark” left the car without one more word.
Inside the station Richings called someone “do me a favor, call that blonde friend of yours and as her to find every fly that landed in this county, especially private planes, especially late night company planes…” the girl, a blue eyed blonde smiled and left “if anyone can get info, this Garcia chick will…” and moving to the phone “I went to Ackles Manor today, no signs of the Ackles child there, but Weatherly wasn’t there either, and someone told me they asked for a plane, what if he took the boy away? What if he has the Morgan children and this one kid together?”
Jared wanted to ask why he always referred to Jensen like the kid or the child but Julian was pushing him again towards a door “let’s talk to the one in charge… before the FBI brains get here, last time it got messy… one of them is really weird, a kid that give me the chills” and entered a door talking to the man inside “Carver…” the man looked at him “This is Padalecki, from New York, he’s here to help with the missing heir… again” in short sentences and less than five minutes explained what the driver said and what New York kept from them “I bet he has the kids now, all three of them.”
***
Among the things they found on the hangar were a knife, it had Tapping blood, but also blood that matched 50% Jeff’s DNA one of the boys.
There was only one camera working the others were intentionally broken and tapes footage lost, but this one, hidden behind a flag showed a tall man in a beannie hat, tall and lean pushed an adult and a child while carrying a bulk on his shoulder, there was no face seen, there was nothing much.
But one thing, a keychain, it had a picture, but it was covered with the hand of the owner, and they had a visual of the eyes only.
There was now software to recognize body parts and give you a - even if short still too big- list of people whose physiometry will fit the image you’re looking for, but it’ll take hours.
So they sent word to Dallas to have the plane checked, it was the tenth day since the plane incident.
Dallas sent info back saying that other than a missing tapestry, apparently ruined with wine the plane was clean. No clue anymore…
Jeff had this info from a friend of Jared's “So…” he kept going “either we find anything else or we’re back at square one…”
Jeff was sitting next to a window, the last week was written on his face, dark shadows under his eyes, a whole beard had nested on his chin, his lips were chapped and his clothes were a mess
“I can’t believe we still don’t have anything…” and rubbing his eyes with his left hand “and Jensen is not talking to me either, I believe he’s pissed… we haven’t really… you know, talked since all this started” Jared kept quiet. “The truth is I miss that little bastard more than I thought I could” confessed tired on the phone , yet Jared was silent “Jay?”
“I miss Gen too…” Jared added a little late. “I just… don’t know, is like the woman had disappeared…”
“If I were a kidnapper crazy bitch where would I hide? Jeff said half laughing “in this town is just obvious, she was originally from Boston and FBI took the investigation there…” they pretty much took the whole investigation now, but used the ‘we’re helping you in your investigation instead of doing it all on our own’ bullshit “where to look?”
Jared wanted to say something, that was why he called in the first place “Jeff… there’s something else, something that has been happening for four days now…” sighed and scratched his brow where thick lines formed “I’m sorry, I swear it wasn’t my call not to tell you…” Jeff finally stopped mumbling “Jeff... Jensen is missing… someone shot Beaver and his bodyguard, and Jensen went Missing, Cliff was walking Bisou and when he came back…” he heard a roar on his ear and pulled the receiver away
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING!!?? THAT YOU KNEW THIS AND YOU KEPT IT FROM ME?” Jared tried to explain himself but he couldn’t talk over Jeff’s screams “I HAVE THE RIGHT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WITH JENSEN!! AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW? DO YOU HAVE ANY LEADS? I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH” it was unfair, yes, but Jared knew Jeff didn’t really meant those things, he’d have reacted just like that if it were Genevieve missing “IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO HIM I’LL KILL YOU!! I’LL KILL YOU AND WHOEVER HAS HIM!!!”
“Jeff!! Jeff, calm down” begged Jared but suddenly the line sounded dead. “Well… It went better than I thought” he mocked.
***
Michael thought Missouri was dead, and took care of the body so he could focus on Jensen, the smell on the boy had changed, apparently after the three weeks period of enhancers, they were finally kicking in, the delicious smell like fresh vanilla was the only thing filling his nose, there were other changes in the boys’ body too, his cheeks looked rosey and his lips fuller.
“Damn... I wanted so long to have this again” he said landing over the boy, he was unconscious when he put him on the slim cot, Michael removed the white shirt on him and kissed the pink fevered tender flesh, traced with his tongue the small shape of a tattoo on his hip, it was absurd, why someone would ruin that perfect skin with anything but those precious freckles, but the five sides figure was there, looking like Superman’s shield, he had no memory of the mark when Jensen was younger.
After a couple kisses Jensen’s legs parted themselves, and Michael thought that the horny omega was awake “finally… after all this time missing this tight little hole” he said caressing Jensen’s nipples when the whisper of a name left his O’s mouth ‘JEFF’ and his eyes fluttered open, instead of the plaint, needy body under him he had seconds ago a feisty boy started kicking and screaming. “Come on!!!” and smacking Jensen’s face “stupid bitch!” and dragged him back to the beam and tied him again, he was a patient man, he’ll have him, and the day was coming.
The second day Jensen was whimpering, his body needed alpha, needed comfort and contact, this was not enhancers induced, this was his real ovulation, he knew, the rare moments when he was conscious he counted the months, the weeks and he knew it was time…
Michael moved closer an caressed Jensen’s face, the wire around his wrists had dug deep in the flesh and the damaged skin looked purple and was hotter than the rest, his armpits and his ankles, all sharing the same fate, so the gentle hand touching his lips was a blessing
“You’re almost ready… ” and holding a glass of water to his lips “tomorrow… tomorrow you’ll be all mine” and moved away from him to a couple lumps on the floor, he hadn’t seen them before, he sure had been out for a while. “DAMN this one is an O” Michael said uncovering a couple kids, the oldest had Jeff’s features, strong jaw, cheekbones, brow, only his eyes; his eyes must be like his mothers. Jensen thought, the other the one whose face was in Michael’s hand was different, only the lips, and nothing else “he’s gonna be…” and his nose ran the side of the kid’s face inhaling deeply “so sweet to breach”
“Leave Sammy alone….” Growled the older “Or I’ll rip your lungs out!!!” Jensen saw something in the fierceness of the boy, something that made him feel proud.
“Let him go you bastard…” croaked with his throat hurting “let him go or I swear I’ll kill you with my own hands” Michael rose and laughed, hard and enjoying his moment
“Look at you, jealous bitch…!” he said smirking “I have enough for all of you…” he said obscenely holding his prick through his trousers, a bell sounded somewhere in the house and Michael just moved to Jensen “one sound, from any of you and I kill the little one” looked into Sammy, who’s eyes were fix on Jensen.
Inside his head Jensen had no idea where he was, he couldn’t even remember anything aside of the fact that Cliff said he’ll be walking Bisou before dinner and asked him to wait inside.
This place looked familiar especially for the Superman signs on the walls but this part of his memory was not clear; he had no recollection of this because it was his panic room.
Back in the days when his parents took him home, a series of murders were all over the news, a desperate woman ran in a killer spree, the victims were often couples who just got home from hospital with a baby, and being the Special baby Ackles his coming home was a headline on its own.
So his father had this done, it was a part of his bedroom, one paneled wall, if you just press it correctly, the silver lined tree in the blue wall, it’ll open to allow you into a stair case, it was narrow and dark, but was also hard to find, and easy to protect, it led in four sets of steps into the attic, where the wall was set to make you believe the roof was irregular and it protected the room to be found, inside there was a generator a TV set, some videogames, a million books and thick carpeting on the floor, now all that was irrelevant this was his prison, and even if the place was ft for more than three, Jensen felt desperate to go out.
***
“Who are you” Asked Dean the older boy
“I’m Jensen; I’m friends with your dad... with Jeff…”
Sam moved he had snot dried on his face and his eyes were swollen from crying “he’s not our dad…” Dean moved to push him a little and got him quiet.
“He IS our Dad, Sam, no matter how much you like the perks of being Harry’s son…”Sam looked at his brother pouting. “How is he? Is he… safe? That woman, that…” his eyes turned to his baby brother “she said he’ll hurt him if we kept resisting… she had pictures of him… with Bee, and you” narrowed his eyes looking to Jensen “you were living with him?” Jensen smiled and nodded
Those eyes, green eyes like his on the boy’s face, something tight on his throat, baby John would’ve had those eyes, maybe he could’ve had the same eyes, something close to his own eyes. “He rescued me… and he took care of me… he’s a great man” Jensen added and Dean Smiled
“He’s pretty amazing” and looking at Sam “you see? I knew it, she was lying”
The little one looked at his brother and mumbled something “She hurt you, dee, I was scared…”
Jensen spoke, secure “don’t be, your dad is gonna rescue us…” and looking around “you have any idea of where we are?” both boys shook their heads the older informed they were asleep until not long ago “do you know what day it is? I’ve been off a lot…” again the same motion. “Are you two tied?”
“I am…” Sam said trying to move and turned to his brother
“Not really I can move my hands, but I can’t walk… my leg…” and made a face. “it hurts”
Jensen felt anger filling his entire body “I’m gonna make that bastard pay…” part of the phenomenon known as the ‘heat’ was the change in Jensen’s behavior, his protective instinct were far stronger, and seeing a youngster hurt made him feel what he felt for just few hours when he had baby John with him. “How bad is it Dean?” The boy jostled his limb wincing in pain
“I don’t know... bad? It was bleeding badly, but now it looks… brownish…” He was obviously scared but keeping the strong face for his brother.
“Be brave just a little more, your dad will come for us, okay? Trust me I know…” not until then Jensen felt the need to fight his restrains. Sam started sobbing while Dean soothed him.
Jensen felt desperate, remembering the only time Jeff had sang to him, when he was crying over the same dream he still can’t really remember. So he just started singing “Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better...” Dean smiled and it was like his dad’s smile, he started singing too.
***
Jim Beaver woke up when a tall guy entered his room, he wasn’t scared, no, and the flinch? Was out of surprise not fear, after all he had police guarding his door.
What he saw standing in front of him was the shadow of the huge protective son of a bitch who brought Jensen to his mother’s burial.
Fear curled in Jim’s body knowing that such a face could only mean one thing “Is he dead?” asked feeling the lump on his throat closing it “did he…” and the idea of this precious boy dead, still, without the easy smile and blinding light of joy broke his heart.
Because not many knew, Jim Beaver was once married, now a widower, and had a daughter, she was now living on her own as a beta, unfertile but still alive, ignoring him for pretty much all her life, since she moved away with her grandmother at age 6, and this boy? He was the reminiscence of the life he wanted, and he used everything in his power to keep him safe, except when Mary asked him to step back, saying she’ll handle her omega son, at the time it could’ve been seen as odd the displays of affection among him and a younger Jensen.
Now laid on a bed with a tube coming out your chest and another from your stomach, everything was coming to an end.
“No, he’s missing, but I’m not gonna let him die…” Jim sobbed and thanked God “I need you to tell me what happened”
Jim explained the few things he knew he tried hard to remember anything new “he was so happy having his dog here, that little dog did more for him than three months with me, and then, someone called and.. the woman, she... she was… I don’t know someone… ” and trying hard to remember when an alarm started beeping “Was someone from Ackles’ house, she said… she killed John too”
“A name, beaver, I need a name…” a nurse got in and asked Jeff to get out
“Bring him back to me please, he’s special, he’s precious… ” Jeff was pulled out by the guard
“I promise” someone called a code blue and the cop spoke
“His heart is weak, the bullet ruptured something there, a valve or something… you shouldn’t push the poor guy like that.”
So Jeff did the next best thing
***
Christian entered Rob’s office, no new people infected by the virus were reported yet, still each and every one of the facilities destined to research were looking for the missing chain of proteins.
“Anything?” Rob wasn’t facing him, white coat on and bent over a microscope “come on Benedict you have to tell me..”
“I’m working!!” snapped “is not like its easy and you’re constant nagging is not helping Kane...”
Christian walked back and sighed “I get you’re cranky… I’ll be leaving to New York in like ten minutes, and then to Washington once I get to talk to the people there… you do realize I have to carry good news so I don’t have my head chewed off or our asses packed up in Jail?”
His friend slumped against the chair and turned “I know... this is just… it’s all fault, you know that right?” Christian sat next to him “we were all too worried with our own stuff to think in how this could affect Jensen”
Kane got close and patted rob’s shoulder “we can’t change that now Rob, but we can help with other stuff, FBI and Police will take care if that and they’ll find him.”
The door opened and Julie entered beaming “guess what?! Jeffrey Dean Morgan is here… Jensen’s knight in shining armor is here, and he literally decked Padalecki on the station”
“I thought they were friends?” Christian got up talking to her
“GUYS!!” Rob sat frustrated “take your menial conversation out of my lab!!”
It took Chris and Julie less than a second to leave the place.
***
They found out more because of luck than actual detective work, when a camera caught a stolen car on the entrance of a industrial lot, the first three screens are only a car getting into a garage until trying to see if the car at the front of the picture was actually the one with the dented fence and splash of blood on it, a guy emerged from a dark room and started shouting for Julian Richings to come see something. “It’s about the missing kids from New York!” shouted and before Julian got anywhere close, a tall man, with the most menacing look in the earth got close
“What you have about the boys?” DJ a lanky funny looking guy moved his neck without tearing his eyes away from the menacing one
“HELLO!!! HELP!!” with a growl a hand moved to his skinny neck
“TELL ME! What happened with my boys?” a hand landed on his shoulder and DJ sighed relieved. But when the guy turned not releasing his neck to face the even bigger guy behind, his relief disappeared, a fist connecting with the tallest guy’s jaw before brown cold eyes were on him again “Tell me…” a low rumble sounded with the words, like a real growl “tell me, please…”
“There’s a picture of Missouri Mosley, the head house keeper of Ackles manor… she…” and looking into the printed page on his hand “my guess is that she’s dead…” Jeff took the paper with a swift thank you passed over the guy bleeding. DJ moved to him “you okay? Want me to call someone?”
Took Jeff two minutes to inform Richings before he was running out of the station, he’d be informed on the warrant on the way and two cars will be catching up with him.
The lot was an empty space here a plant once worked, huge tanks were still there, and in the very back some old cars, and in one of them a grey fabric hanging from the trunk, Jeff even laughed, stupid Son of a bitch couldn’t even do this right.
Jeff ran to the car while taking a glove from his pocket and holding the rim of the rusty metal with it yanked the trunk open, inside instead of the body was a bag full of clothes, they’d have to search the whole place, he thought, when a moan called his attention.
Jeff followed the sound to find a hand crawling out from under the broken truck, behind flat tires and missing part, rust and dirt he could see what looked like a half buried body, at first he thought the best chance was to move the car by himself and pushed and prodded and did his best but the car didn’t move more than few inches. The woman moaned harder when the lowest of the metal landed on top of the small gap where his hand was peeking from.
In a second he was on his stomach reaching to hold those cold fingers while the voice started sounding more and more human with the contact.
“What happened? Why am I here?” she complained in her acute voice, Jeff imagined her in her everyday life, sure that she sure had a voice good enough to be in a choir and she was wearing a silver cross, so she must be religious, and her hands showed that she was a hard worker.
“I don’t know… I will find out once we get you out of here…” and tried with his other hand to remove as much dirt from over the small gap there. “Are you okay? Do you want me to call your family?”
The woman let go for a second “I have no family, I had two boys, but… they were…” and after a beat “monsters, they had… they died.” And she started crying, no matter could stay calm after telling you that his boys, even if not healthy were dead “Please, please sir.” And She hiccupped “help me get out of here, please!!”
Jeff felt his heart breaking, he knew how hard was to deal with the loss of your own children. The cops found him there reaching under to hold the hand, which by every minute got colder and colder. By the time the truck were moved, he was still holding the hand but the voice got weaker and weaker.
Tolling the truck took even more time, and by the time Missouri was pulled out of the shallow water tank she was in and carried to the ambulance the light of the day was almost gone.
In the same space, the police found another body, this one was actually covered in dirt and was dead at least for a couple days more, Jeff heard of it while the lady was on her way to the bus, he still had her hand.
The Crime Scene unit was taking the rotten body out “Whoever this is” said a forensics tech with vivid blue eyes “the bastard died painfully… and the killer tried to burn the body, hopefully... once he was dead…” chuckled “poor bastard” another of his team moved closer
“Poor bitch, this is a woman” and turning the body around to take few little knickknacks that rolled out of the remains “and apparently this was her purse…” a golden little object fell next to them and Jeff recognized it. It was Dean’s necklace.