Fachay
Title: Fachay
Fandom: RPF
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki / Jensen/Danneel
Prompt: blubrrymffin929: While filming 5.22 Jared has to pretend to hit Jensen for the scene at the cemetery but one hit goes a bit awry and Jared really does hit Jensen...hard.
Word Count: 1,752
Rating: R
Warnings: Meh, just language.
Summary: See prompt!
Author's Notes: 5x22 fic #3! lol. The Hurt/Comfort Meme has been around for a while, but RL kept me from really getting to it until now. Also? Jensen says fachay, lol.
It happens after only a few takes, at the beginning of the scene, before Jensen even gets his face made up to look like he’s nearly been beaten to death. It’s a huge shock on the set. Everything always runs smoothly between Jared and Jensen. Everything.
Except for this. This, where Jensen slips a little as Jared drags him off the hood of the Impala. This, where he’s thrown off balance and the angle is all wrong for both of them, even as Jared grabs him with one hand. This, where the momentum Jared already has behind his fist is too much and too fast to stop.
Jensen’s jarred by the force of the hit. He knows it made a painfully audible sound. He can tell by the way it echoes in his own head and by the shocked gasps he’s oddly aware of from the rest of the cast and crew. It’s such a shock that he almost doesn’t feel the pain at first. Almost. But then it radiates from where Jared’s fist connected with his jaw, throbbing mercilessly. He tastes blood, real blood, and he’s not even sure where in his mouth it’s coming from yet, because he’s spinning and falling, just like Dean’s supposed to. Except Dean’s supposed to catch himself on the Impala. Jensen misses and, palms out, takes the fall in the dirt.
He’s coughing and spitting, red showering the ground below him, his eyes tearing. Hands are on him almost immediately, and even without the oversized shadow and the worried voice that he can barely hear over the ringing in his ears, he knows that they’re Jared’s.
“Jensen, I’m so sorry, man, I didn’t…I wasn’t…God, I’m so sorry. Are you…Oh my God, are you bleeding? Jensen, come on, let me see…”
Maybe it’s the pain, maybe it’s still the shock of the whole thing registering (Jared hit him), but Jensen shrugs Jared off. Hard. He even goes so far as to lift a hand and reach out in an effort to push him away. There’s anger boiling beneath his skin where there isn’t a chorus of ow, fucking, ow, and he can’t help but display it.
“…Jensen…” Jared sounds more guilty and upset than Jensen’s ever heard, and he immediately feels bad for pushing him away. “Man, just please let me see it? How bad is it?” Jensen thinks about straightening up, but can’t bring himself to actually do it. He complies with the hands Jared lays on him this time, their touch so tentative that Jensen wonders how they could possibly move him into a sitting position against the Impala. His vision is still a little blurred by the way his eyes have teared up, but he can see the worry and pain in Jared’s own expression. “Jesus Christ,” Jared says, and Jensen thinks he hears Jared’s voice break. He flinches when Jared’s fingers gently brush over the left side of his face. “Jensen, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s alright.” It hurts to talk, and it’s difficult, with blood still filling his mouth. He turns his head as well as he can and spits again. That action hurts as well, and he watches the blood wet the grass and seep into the dirt. There’s still a part of him that feels angry, and that sight brings it back again. “It’s not your fault,” he says, but his tone is cold and hard, even if he knows deep down that what he’s saying is true.
The medic separates them then, and he can hear Jared babbling to her or whoever else is around about what happened, how it happened, how he’s sorry, and how he didn’t mean to. All the while, Jensen can feel this deep throbbing, and the more he hears, the angrier he gets. Because all he can think at that moment is, You punched me in the fucking face.
It doesn’t take too long for the medic to check him over. The bleeding is already slowing, and it’s mostly from biting his tongue, which hurts and is starting to swell. Nothing is broken. He’s given some pain meds and an ice pack, and he’s told to go back to his trailer and take it easy for a while. He holds the ice to his face, suffering through the initial shock of the brutal coldness of it, and attempts to stand.
A number of people are there to help him, but Jared’s on him first, lifting and supporting him. Jensen feels dazed and a little dizzy as he gets to his feet, but he corrects himself easily. Then Jared’s voice is in his ear.
“I’m so sorry, Jensen.”
Jensen bristles, shrugging Jared off again. “It’s not your fault,” he spits, but it’s harsh and half sarcastic, and he walks off on his own, cursing at the pain and how it makes him sway a little on his feet. He’s not sure how he makes it up the steps to his trailer, but he does, closing the door behind him. He collapses on the couch, laying back on it, ice pack pressed firmly against his jaw. He lays there in silence for a few moments, and he feels that nagging guilt beneath the pain and anger again. He hears another door close nearby, and he sighs. He knows that it’s Jared entering his own trailer, and he can practically see the guy pacing and running his hands through his hair when he closes his eyes.
Jensen shifts a little on the couch, groaning and still waiting for the meds to kick in. He figures taking it easy includes not talking with this sort of injury, but he can’t help it. He needs to talk, and he needs to talk to someone who isn’t here, caught up in the life of Supernatural. He shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out his phone, his heart aching a little when he pulls up the number he wants and presses send, wishing he could have more than just a phone call.
“Hi,” a sweet voice singsongs after just a couple of rings. Jensen closes his eyes, calming, and smiles without thinking. It turns into a grimace, because of the pain, but he doesn’t really care.
“Hey, you,” he says. Mumbles, really. It occurs to him then that his fiancé may not even be able to understand him.
“Jensen?” Danneel asks, and he wants to hug her just for the sound of her voice. “Are you okay? You sound kinda funny.”
“Jared punched me in the face.” He just blurts it out, no preamble, no details.
“…You’re kidding me, right?” Jensen doesn’t answer, and he hears a sharp intake of breath on the line. “Jensen, what the hell happened?”
“We were filmin’,” Jensen drawls, the medicine beginning to take effect. “I slipped. He hit me.”
“Oh.” This time, Danneel lets the air rush out of her lungs. “So it was an accident?”
“Yeah.”
“…Baby, are you okay?”
“He hit me hard.”
“Aww,” Danneel coos, half concerned and half mocking. “And they gave you something?”
Jensen nods, then realizes she can’t see it. “Yep.” She laughs, and it’s a wonderful sound.
“I swear, you may be able to handle your alcohol, but you cannot handle pills.”
“Yes, I can,” Jensen says, coming back to himself a bit. “It’s not just the pills, you know. It’s been a long season.”
“I know.” He takes some comfort in her sympathy, and then she asks, “How’s Jared?”
“You know, if you insist on asking about other people while I’m injured, I may begin to rethink our marriage.”
Danneel snorts. “Please. Besides, you’ll be fine. And if I know you - which I do - and Jared, I’m willing to bet he felt absolutely terrible, you stalked off to your trailer, and now you both feel bad, which is why you’re calling me.”
“Scratch that. You know me too well. I’m gonna marry you.”
“Thank you.” She rolls her eyes. He’s sure of it. He fucking loves her. “You know what I’m gonna say, right?”
“Talk to Jared.”
“That’s my boy! So, why are you talking to me?”
“Because I wanted to,” Jensen says quietly. “I miss you.”
“I know. Me too.” She laughs then, a little embarrassed, and Jensen smiles in spite of the pain.
“What?”
“You know, I thought you were calling me for a different reason?” Her tone goes a little low, a little dark, and Jensen’s interest is piqued. She laughs again. “Maybe that was just my wishful thinking.”
Jensen groans, stretching, hips lifting just a little. “Maybe later?” He licks his lips. “I can call you back. You know…after we finish up, and my face stops throbbing. Baby, he ruined my fachay.”
“Remember when you split Kerr’s eye open?” she asks, tone light. “That didn’t ruin anything. Not even his fachay.
“God, I felt terrible about that,” Jensen says, sighing. “And he didn’t even complain.” He pauses, silence on the line, and then says, “I’m a dick.”
“Yep.”
“Thanks.” She laughs again, and this time he rolls his eyes. “Okay, so maybe I’m not the most reasonable person when I’ve been punched in the face. Think I just needed someone to talk me down.”
“You’re welcome.”
It’s after they say their goodbyes that Jensen forces himself to sit up. The pain is much duller now, and he rubs a hand over his face. He stands, ready to walk over to Jared’s trailer and leaving the ice behind. Jared opens up quickly when he knocks, and Jensen pushes his way inside.
“This is stupid.” He turns to Jared, spreading his arms, the dogs milling about his legs. “I’m sorry, man. I was a dick. You wanna hug it out?”
Jared smiles a little, but it flickers, and he still looks unsure. “Are you okay? I hit you pretty hard.”
“Come on, like you could ever hurt me.” He doesn’t smile, keeps it dry and sarcastic, and Jared does smile. He steps back and opens his arms again. “Let’s not make this all emo. Hug me, or get the fuck out.”
Jared laughs. “It’s my trailer!”
“Hug it out!” Jensen shouts, exasperated, and Jared shoves him before grabbing him up in a hug, patting his back. “Thank you!” Jensen pulls away, smirking and cuffing Jared on the head. “We good now?”
“Yeah.” Jared chuckles, and he looks a lot lighter. Jensen’s glad. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“Sweet.” Jensen pats the dogs on the head and heads for the door. “Let’s get back out there, then.”
Fandom: RPF
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki / Jensen/Danneel
Prompt: blubrrymffin929: While filming 5.22 Jared has to pretend to hit Jensen for the scene at the cemetery but one hit goes a bit awry and Jared really does hit Jensen...hard.
Word Count: 1,752
Rating: R
Warnings: Meh, just language.
Summary: See prompt!
Author's Notes: 5x22 fic #3! lol. The Hurt/Comfort Meme has been around for a while, but RL kept me from really getting to it until now. Also? Jensen says fachay, lol.
It happens after only a few takes, at the beginning of the scene, before Jensen even gets his face made up to look like he’s nearly been beaten to death. It’s a huge shock on the set. Everything always runs smoothly between Jared and Jensen. Everything.
Except for this. This, where Jensen slips a little as Jared drags him off the hood of the Impala. This, where he’s thrown off balance and the angle is all wrong for both of them, even as Jared grabs him with one hand. This, where the momentum Jared already has behind his fist is too much and too fast to stop.
Jensen’s jarred by the force of the hit. He knows it made a painfully audible sound. He can tell by the way it echoes in his own head and by the shocked gasps he’s oddly aware of from the rest of the cast and crew. It’s such a shock that he almost doesn’t feel the pain at first. Almost. But then it radiates from where Jared’s fist connected with his jaw, throbbing mercilessly. He tastes blood, real blood, and he’s not even sure where in his mouth it’s coming from yet, because he’s spinning and falling, just like Dean’s supposed to. Except Dean’s supposed to catch himself on the Impala. Jensen misses and, palms out, takes the fall in the dirt.
He’s coughing and spitting, red showering the ground below him, his eyes tearing. Hands are on him almost immediately, and even without the oversized shadow and the worried voice that he can barely hear over the ringing in his ears, he knows that they’re Jared’s.
“Jensen, I’m so sorry, man, I didn’t…I wasn’t…God, I’m so sorry. Are you…Oh my God, are you bleeding? Jensen, come on, let me see…”
Maybe it’s the pain, maybe it’s still the shock of the whole thing registering (Jared hit him), but Jensen shrugs Jared off. Hard. He even goes so far as to lift a hand and reach out in an effort to push him away. There’s anger boiling beneath his skin where there isn’t a chorus of ow, fucking, ow, and he can’t help but display it.
“…Jensen…” Jared sounds more guilty and upset than Jensen’s ever heard, and he immediately feels bad for pushing him away. “Man, just please let me see it? How bad is it?” Jensen thinks about straightening up, but can’t bring himself to actually do it. He complies with the hands Jared lays on him this time, their touch so tentative that Jensen wonders how they could possibly move him into a sitting position against the Impala. His vision is still a little blurred by the way his eyes have teared up, but he can see the worry and pain in Jared’s own expression. “Jesus Christ,” Jared says, and Jensen thinks he hears Jared’s voice break. He flinches when Jared’s fingers gently brush over the left side of his face. “Jensen, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s alright.” It hurts to talk, and it’s difficult, with blood still filling his mouth. He turns his head as well as he can and spits again. That action hurts as well, and he watches the blood wet the grass and seep into the dirt. There’s still a part of him that feels angry, and that sight brings it back again. “It’s not your fault,” he says, but his tone is cold and hard, even if he knows deep down that what he’s saying is true.
The medic separates them then, and he can hear Jared babbling to her or whoever else is around about what happened, how it happened, how he’s sorry, and how he didn’t mean to. All the while, Jensen can feel this deep throbbing, and the more he hears, the angrier he gets. Because all he can think at that moment is, You punched me in the fucking face.
It doesn’t take too long for the medic to check him over. The bleeding is already slowing, and it’s mostly from biting his tongue, which hurts and is starting to swell. Nothing is broken. He’s given some pain meds and an ice pack, and he’s told to go back to his trailer and take it easy for a while. He holds the ice to his face, suffering through the initial shock of the brutal coldness of it, and attempts to stand.
A number of people are there to help him, but Jared’s on him first, lifting and supporting him. Jensen feels dazed and a little dizzy as he gets to his feet, but he corrects himself easily. Then Jared’s voice is in his ear.
“I’m so sorry, Jensen.”
Jensen bristles, shrugging Jared off again. “It’s not your fault,” he spits, but it’s harsh and half sarcastic, and he walks off on his own, cursing at the pain and how it makes him sway a little on his feet. He’s not sure how he makes it up the steps to his trailer, but he does, closing the door behind him. He collapses on the couch, laying back on it, ice pack pressed firmly against his jaw. He lays there in silence for a few moments, and he feels that nagging guilt beneath the pain and anger again. He hears another door close nearby, and he sighs. He knows that it’s Jared entering his own trailer, and he can practically see the guy pacing and running his hands through his hair when he closes his eyes.
Jensen shifts a little on the couch, groaning and still waiting for the meds to kick in. He figures taking it easy includes not talking with this sort of injury, but he can’t help it. He needs to talk, and he needs to talk to someone who isn’t here, caught up in the life of Supernatural. He shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out his phone, his heart aching a little when he pulls up the number he wants and presses send, wishing he could have more than just a phone call.
“Hi,” a sweet voice singsongs after just a couple of rings. Jensen closes his eyes, calming, and smiles without thinking. It turns into a grimace, because of the pain, but he doesn’t really care.
“Hey, you,” he says. Mumbles, really. It occurs to him then that his fiancé may not even be able to understand him.
“Jensen?” Danneel asks, and he wants to hug her just for the sound of her voice. “Are you okay? You sound kinda funny.”
“Jared punched me in the face.” He just blurts it out, no preamble, no details.
“…You’re kidding me, right?” Jensen doesn’t answer, and he hears a sharp intake of breath on the line. “Jensen, what the hell happened?”
“We were filmin’,” Jensen drawls, the medicine beginning to take effect. “I slipped. He hit me.”
“Oh.” This time, Danneel lets the air rush out of her lungs. “So it was an accident?”
“Yeah.”
“…Baby, are you okay?”
“He hit me hard.”
“Aww,” Danneel coos, half concerned and half mocking. “And they gave you something?”
Jensen nods, then realizes she can’t see it. “Yep.” She laughs, and it’s a wonderful sound.
“I swear, you may be able to handle your alcohol, but you cannot handle pills.”
“Yes, I can,” Jensen says, coming back to himself a bit. “It’s not just the pills, you know. It’s been a long season.”
“I know.” He takes some comfort in her sympathy, and then she asks, “How’s Jared?”
“You know, if you insist on asking about other people while I’m injured, I may begin to rethink our marriage.”
Danneel snorts. “Please. Besides, you’ll be fine. And if I know you - which I do - and Jared, I’m willing to bet he felt absolutely terrible, you stalked off to your trailer, and now you both feel bad, which is why you’re calling me.”
“Scratch that. You know me too well. I’m gonna marry you.”
“Thank you.” She rolls her eyes. He’s sure of it. He fucking loves her. “You know what I’m gonna say, right?”
“Talk to Jared.”
“That’s my boy! So, why are you talking to me?”
“Because I wanted to,” Jensen says quietly. “I miss you.”
“I know. Me too.” She laughs then, a little embarrassed, and Jensen smiles in spite of the pain.
“What?”
“You know, I thought you were calling me for a different reason?” Her tone goes a little low, a little dark, and Jensen’s interest is piqued. She laughs again. “Maybe that was just my wishful thinking.”
Jensen groans, stretching, hips lifting just a little. “Maybe later?” He licks his lips. “I can call you back. You know…after we finish up, and my face stops throbbing. Baby, he ruined my fachay.”
“Remember when you split Kerr’s eye open?” she asks, tone light. “That didn’t ruin anything. Not even his fachay.
“God, I felt terrible about that,” Jensen says, sighing. “And he didn’t even complain.” He pauses, silence on the line, and then says, “I’m a dick.”
“Yep.”
“Thanks.” She laughs again, and this time he rolls his eyes. “Okay, so maybe I’m not the most reasonable person when I’ve been punched in the face. Think I just needed someone to talk me down.”
“You’re welcome.”
It’s after they say their goodbyes that Jensen forces himself to sit up. The pain is much duller now, and he rubs a hand over his face. He stands, ready to walk over to Jared’s trailer and leaving the ice behind. Jared opens up quickly when he knocks, and Jensen pushes his way inside.
“This is stupid.” He turns to Jared, spreading his arms, the dogs milling about his legs. “I’m sorry, man. I was a dick. You wanna hug it out?”
Jared smiles a little, but it flickers, and he still looks unsure. “Are you okay? I hit you pretty hard.”
“Come on, like you could ever hurt me.” He doesn’t smile, keeps it dry and sarcastic, and Jared does smile. He steps back and opens his arms again. “Let’s not make this all emo. Hug me, or get the fuck out.”
Jared laughs. “It’s my trailer!”
“Hug it out!” Jensen shouts, exasperated, and Jared shoves him before grabbing him up in a hug, patting his back. “Thank you!” Jensen pulls away, smirking and cuffing Jared on the head. “We good now?”
“Yeah.” Jared chuckles, and he looks a lot lighter. Jensen’s glad. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“Sweet.” Jensen pats the dogs on the head and heads for the door. “Let’s get back out there, then.”