Death Becomes Me 4/6 SPN RPS
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evila_elfTitle: Death Becomes Me Chapter 4 of 6
Rating: R
Pairing: Jared/Jensen pre-slash
Word count: 1772 (this part)
Summary: Ever wonder what it would be like to wake up dead? Jensen doesn’t have to wonder. He is finding his own death very inconvenient.
Warnings: This is a death fic, but with a twist. Not sure if you can read it? Drop me an e-mail.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. I just borrow them for torturing purposes.
After a torturous night of wandering around trying to burn off a nervous energy he couldn’t feel, it was time to meet the little group of people who would help him:
First was Albert, a heavy guy who insisted on giving him a hug. Apparently, The Millers had told him so much about Jensen that he acted as if they were old drinking buddies. Then Alicia, young, shy and bright-eyed in her eagerness to help. Last, Benji, who bore an odd resemblance to the scruffy dog of the same name.
“So you’re the guy who wants to know how he died.” Benji smiled, showing off perfect white teeth in a California-tanned face.
“Yep, I’m the guy,” he said with a little reluctance, not sure if it was something he wanted to be admitting to or not.
“Is it true that you can speak to alive people?” Alicia asked in awe.
Jensen nodded. “Scared my friend half to death.” He stumbled over the last word, about to apologize, but no one seemed to care.
They gathered into a circle, Abby and Benji flanking Jensen. “So does this mean you’re all going to see what I see?”
Abby nodded.
“I have no idea what you’re going to see.” He tried to make eye contact with each one of them as he spoke. “Jared seems to think I killed myself, so this could get messy.” He felt Benji squeeze his hand in silent support as they all began to make a connection.
As soon as Abby’s hand clasped with his, closing the circle, he felt a rush of energy run through him, like too many power drinks and too little sleep.
“Close your eyes,” Abby instructed. “What is the last thing you can remember?” she coached him
What was the last think he could remember? When filming, days seemed to blur together. Jensen tried to think of anything significant. “I know I was in Canada, filming.” He frowned, eyes still shut, trying to visualize the episode, the scene, then everything after it. “We had just finished and I was going back to my trailer...” Suddenly, he could see himself, walking, the stumble every few steps he did when he was tired and almost asleep on his feet. The light came from trailers and set lights, signifying a night shoot...
Jared had already finished filming several hours back. They all had to pick up filming at almost the crack of dawn. In five hours. Not wanting to waste an hour commuting when he could be sleeping, Jensen opted for the crappy couch in his trailer. He had figured Jared would be long gone, asleep in his own bed, which is why the soft glowing light from the trailer next to his surprised him. Like a moth to light, Jensen tapped on the door, trying to be quiet in case Jared had fallen asleep with the light on.
Feeling like a voyeur, Jensen followed himself, sensing the others close by as they did they same. “I don’t remember any of this,” he muttered, seeing himself open the door, peeking in and calling Jared’s name. Realizing the door was closing behind himself, he tried to hurry, but stopped just as the door closed in his face.
“He hates going through doors,” Abby explained to the others, giving him a push.
The shock of the door became drowned out by the cold steel of a card table he stumbled into, pinching him around his thighs like an icy blanket, tissue box on top fluttering against his hip. He swore under his breath and pulled free, glaring at Benji, who was laughing.
Abby nudged him, nodding toward the scene they were ignoring.
Jared had his head in his hands, sitting on the couch. Jensen really wanted to comfort his upset friend, but before he could step forward, his other self did just that.
Jensen cautiously lowered himself next to Jared. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Jared shook his head, hands still covering his face.
Jensen grabbed Jared’s wrist, gently tugging one of the large hands down. Ignoring the weak struggle. Jensen had seen Jared cry tons during scenes that required it. But when Jared was crying, really crying, he hated for people to see. Jared tried to turn his face away from Jensen, twisting his body as far as he could on the couch. “Jay, come on, man. I can’t go sleep until you spill.”
Jared’s laugh sounded more sob than mirth, but it was something.
Jensen stood and went for the box of tissues on the card table, tossing them on Jared’s lap before sitting down and waiting for Jared to dry his eyes and blow his nose half a dozen times. “Okay, mind telling me what happened?”
“I’d got a phone message.” Jared’s nose was still plugged, making him sound like he had a cold.
When Jared gave no further explanation, Jensen reached for the phone sitting on the table in front of them. He slowly dialed Jared’s phone number to access his messages, giving Jared every opportunity to snatch the phone back.
“Put it on speakerphone, you idiot,” Jensen grumbled, not happy that he couldn’t remember this and that himself wasn’t helping him out any.
“Well that’s a shitty message to leave for some one? Who’s Alex?”
“Alex was my first serious fling in high school.”
“Was she hot?”
“Alex was a dude.”
Jensen watched his own eyes widen comically before his features relaxed back into place.
“Was...he hot?”
Jared’s head went back into his hands.
“Is this why you killed yourself?” Katrina whispered.
Jensen realized he had been staring open-mouthed at the scene playing out in front of him. “I wouldn’t. Not over this.” He wished he knew what the phone message had said, but the few clues were enough.
“I hadn’t talked to him in over five years.” Jared’s voice sounded muffled through his hands.
“So are you...?”
“Yeah. Is that going to be a problem?”
“What? No. Of course not. I just had no idea. What about Sandy?”
“Beard. I think she knew it, too. Sorry. I totally didn’t want you to find out like this.” He lowered his hands and glanced at Jensen.
“You didn’t want me to find out at all.” Not a question.
“Not really,” Jared answered anyway.
“Who left the message? Do you think that he would really out you like that? He didn’t sound very happy.”
“His voice sounded familiar, but I can’t place it. I’m used to weird phone calls, but this reaches a new level of weirdness.”Jared sighed. “Is this going to make things...weird between us now?”
“Hell no. Look. We’ll talk about this tomorrow after the shoot when I feel less punchy, ‘k?” He leaned down and gave Jared a big hug. “We’re still good.” He stood and clapped Jared on the shoulder, trying for a more manly gesture. “Now try to get some sleep. We need to be on set in three and a half fucking hours.”
As Jensen headed toward the door, Jensen quickly moved next to it, so when his past self opened the door, he could hurry through it. He gulped the fresh night air as the others gathered around him.
“That sucks,” Benji said as they all watched the past-Jensen walk away from them.
“Jensen!”
Jensen spun around, trying to see who called his name. He saw himself, in the process of going up the steps to his own trailer, stop and do the same.
“Who is that?” Abby asked as a big guy came jogging up to the steps.
“Mike. He’s one of the prop guys.”
“Mind helping me move a few things from the store room?”
Jensen’s shoulders slumped. “Can it wait until morning? Which is only,” he made an exaggerated look at his watch, “a couple hours away?”
“It will only take a few minutes. We need it first thing.”
“Sure. Fine.” He rubbed his eyes, willing himself to stay awake.
Jensen saw the large club of wood too late. And the Jensen whose head it was swung at, didn’t see it at all.
***
Pain.
“Jensen? Jensen!”
Jensen opened his eyes to see the dusty ground under his nose. He got to his knees. Sandra was rubbing his back and Benji and Abby gave him concerned looks.
“What happened?”
“Guys, hurry up.” Alicia and Albert were standing near Jensen’s trailer, waving urgently.
Jensen ran, not giving a second thought to pushing through the closed door. He heard a voice that sounded an awful lot like his own groan. He looked to the couch to see himself sprawled sideways, Mike pacing angrily in front of him.
Jensen groaned. His head throbbed so hard that he could barely hear. He sat up, wondering if he had been so tired that he had passed out on his couch. But it only took him a moment to notice Mike.
“He has a gun,” Benji whispered.
“What do you want?” Jensen started to stand, but then noticed the gun aimed at his chest.
“You disgust me, Ackles, you know that?”
Jensen raised his hands, palms out. “Take it easy, there, man. Put down the gun.”
“Not so easy now, is it? So used to playing the hero.”
“Please tell me Jared put you up to this.”
“I wouldn’t be caught dead talking to that fag.”
“What--”
“Don’t act like you know nothing him. I saw you in his trailer.”
It took Jensen a moment to remember since being knocked unconscious did nothing to help his memory. “He was upset. It was just a hug.” He wondered if it had looked like more than a hug from where Mike viewed the scene.
Mike stepped forward and Jensen could see his finger flexing over the trigger.
“Wait! Please! I didn’t do anything!” His eyes darted from side to side, looking for something, anything, he could use as a weapon. “Isn’t this supposed to be the part where you spend 10 minutes telling me about this genius plan of yours and how killing me fits into that picture?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Ackles. Real life ain’t like the movies.” He stepped forward and fired.
Jensen screamed.
Hands on him, holding him down, forcing his hand away from the spot where he was trying to keep his brains from spilling out. Something slapped across his face, startling him to stop thrashing and he realized he was in The White Room. The hands let go of him and he rolled to his side, hands once again clutching his aching head. “Shit, shit, shit!” He yelled the last word, pain making his voice crack.
Mike had killed him.
Chapter 5
Rating: R
Pairing: Jared/Jensen pre-slash
Word count: 1772 (this part)
Summary: Ever wonder what it would be like to wake up dead? Jensen doesn’t have to wonder. He is finding his own death very inconvenient.
Warnings: This is a death fic, but with a twist. Not sure if you can read it? Drop me an e-mail.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. I just borrow them for torturing purposes.
After a torturous night of wandering around trying to burn off a nervous energy he couldn’t feel, it was time to meet the little group of people who would help him:
First was Albert, a heavy guy who insisted on giving him a hug. Apparently, The Millers had told him so much about Jensen that he acted as if they were old drinking buddies. Then Alicia, young, shy and bright-eyed in her eagerness to help. Last, Benji, who bore an odd resemblance to the scruffy dog of the same name.
“So you’re the guy who wants to know how he died.” Benji smiled, showing off perfect white teeth in a California-tanned face.
“Yep, I’m the guy,” he said with a little reluctance, not sure if it was something he wanted to be admitting to or not.
“Is it true that you can speak to alive people?” Alicia asked in awe.
Jensen nodded. “Scared my friend half to death.” He stumbled over the last word, about to apologize, but no one seemed to care.
They gathered into a circle, Abby and Benji flanking Jensen. “So does this mean you’re all going to see what I see?”
Abby nodded.
“I have no idea what you’re going to see.” He tried to make eye contact with each one of them as he spoke. “Jared seems to think I killed myself, so this could get messy.” He felt Benji squeeze his hand in silent support as they all began to make a connection.
As soon as Abby’s hand clasped with his, closing the circle, he felt a rush of energy run through him, like too many power drinks and too little sleep.
“Close your eyes,” Abby instructed. “What is the last thing you can remember?” she coached him
What was the last think he could remember? When filming, days seemed to blur together. Jensen tried to think of anything significant. “I know I was in Canada, filming.” He frowned, eyes still shut, trying to visualize the episode, the scene, then everything after it. “We had just finished and I was going back to my trailer...” Suddenly, he could see himself, walking, the stumble every few steps he did when he was tired and almost asleep on his feet. The light came from trailers and set lights, signifying a night shoot...
Jared had already finished filming several hours back. They all had to pick up filming at almost the crack of dawn. In five hours. Not wanting to waste an hour commuting when he could be sleeping, Jensen opted for the crappy couch in his trailer. He had figured Jared would be long gone, asleep in his own bed, which is why the soft glowing light from the trailer next to his surprised him. Like a moth to light, Jensen tapped on the door, trying to be quiet in case Jared had fallen asleep with the light on.
Feeling like a voyeur, Jensen followed himself, sensing the others close by as they did they same. “I don’t remember any of this,” he muttered, seeing himself open the door, peeking in and calling Jared’s name. Realizing the door was closing behind himself, he tried to hurry, but stopped just as the door closed in his face.
“He hates going through doors,” Abby explained to the others, giving him a push.
The shock of the door became drowned out by the cold steel of a card table he stumbled into, pinching him around his thighs like an icy blanket, tissue box on top fluttering against his hip. He swore under his breath and pulled free, glaring at Benji, who was laughing.
Abby nudged him, nodding toward the scene they were ignoring.
Jared had his head in his hands, sitting on the couch. Jensen really wanted to comfort his upset friend, but before he could step forward, his other self did just that.
Jensen cautiously lowered himself next to Jared. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Jared shook his head, hands still covering his face.
Jensen grabbed Jared’s wrist, gently tugging one of the large hands down. Ignoring the weak struggle. Jensen had seen Jared cry tons during scenes that required it. But when Jared was crying, really crying, he hated for people to see. Jared tried to turn his face away from Jensen, twisting his body as far as he could on the couch. “Jay, come on, man. I can’t go sleep until you spill.”
Jared’s laugh sounded more sob than mirth, but it was something.
Jensen stood and went for the box of tissues on the card table, tossing them on Jared’s lap before sitting down and waiting for Jared to dry his eyes and blow his nose half a dozen times. “Okay, mind telling me what happened?”
“I’d got a phone message.” Jared’s nose was still plugged, making him sound like he had a cold.
When Jared gave no further explanation, Jensen reached for the phone sitting on the table in front of them. He slowly dialed Jared’s phone number to access his messages, giving Jared every opportunity to snatch the phone back.
“Put it on speakerphone, you idiot,” Jensen grumbled, not happy that he couldn’t remember this and that himself wasn’t helping him out any.
“Well that’s a shitty message to leave for some one? Who’s Alex?”
“Alex was my first serious fling in high school.”
“Was she hot?”
“Alex was a dude.”
Jensen watched his own eyes widen comically before his features relaxed back into place.
“Was...he hot?”
Jared’s head went back into his hands.
“Is this why you killed yourself?” Katrina whispered.
Jensen realized he had been staring open-mouthed at the scene playing out in front of him. “I wouldn’t. Not over this.” He wished he knew what the phone message had said, but the few clues were enough.
“I hadn’t talked to him in over five years.” Jared’s voice sounded muffled through his hands.
“So are you...?”
“Yeah. Is that going to be a problem?”
“What? No. Of course not. I just had no idea. What about Sandy?”
“Beard. I think she knew it, too. Sorry. I totally didn’t want you to find out like this.” He lowered his hands and glanced at Jensen.
“You didn’t want me to find out at all.” Not a question.
“Not really,” Jared answered anyway.
“Who left the message? Do you think that he would really out you like that? He didn’t sound very happy.”
“His voice sounded familiar, but I can’t place it. I’m used to weird phone calls, but this reaches a new level of weirdness.”Jared sighed. “Is this going to make things...weird between us now?”
“Hell no. Look. We’ll talk about this tomorrow after the shoot when I feel less punchy, ‘k?” He leaned down and gave Jared a big hug. “We’re still good.” He stood and clapped Jared on the shoulder, trying for a more manly gesture. “Now try to get some sleep. We need to be on set in three and a half fucking hours.”
As Jensen headed toward the door, Jensen quickly moved next to it, so when his past self opened the door, he could hurry through it. He gulped the fresh night air as the others gathered around him.
“That sucks,” Benji said as they all watched the past-Jensen walk away from them.
“Jensen!”
Jensen spun around, trying to see who called his name. He saw himself, in the process of going up the steps to his own trailer, stop and do the same.
“Who is that?” Abby asked as a big guy came jogging up to the steps.
“Mike. He’s one of the prop guys.”
“Mind helping me move a few things from the store room?”
Jensen’s shoulders slumped. “Can it wait until morning? Which is only,” he made an exaggerated look at his watch, “a couple hours away?”
“It will only take a few minutes. We need it first thing.”
“Sure. Fine.” He rubbed his eyes, willing himself to stay awake.
Jensen saw the large club of wood too late. And the Jensen whose head it was swung at, didn’t see it at all.
***
Pain.
“Jensen? Jensen!”
Jensen opened his eyes to see the dusty ground under his nose. He got to his knees. Sandra was rubbing his back and Benji and Abby gave him concerned looks.
“What happened?”
“Guys, hurry up.” Alicia and Albert were standing near Jensen’s trailer, waving urgently.
Jensen ran, not giving a second thought to pushing through the closed door. He heard a voice that sounded an awful lot like his own groan. He looked to the couch to see himself sprawled sideways, Mike pacing angrily in front of him.
Jensen groaned. His head throbbed so hard that he could barely hear. He sat up, wondering if he had been so tired that he had passed out on his couch. But it only took him a moment to notice Mike.
“He has a gun,” Benji whispered.
“What do you want?” Jensen started to stand, but then noticed the gun aimed at his chest.
“You disgust me, Ackles, you know that?”
Jensen raised his hands, palms out. “Take it easy, there, man. Put down the gun.”
“Not so easy now, is it? So used to playing the hero.”
“Please tell me Jared put you up to this.”
“I wouldn’t be caught dead talking to that fag.”
“What--”
“Don’t act like you know nothing him. I saw you in his trailer.”
It took Jensen a moment to remember since being knocked unconscious did nothing to help his memory. “He was upset. It was just a hug.” He wondered if it had looked like more than a hug from where Mike viewed the scene.
Mike stepped forward and Jensen could see his finger flexing over the trigger.
“Wait! Please! I didn’t do anything!” His eyes darted from side to side, looking for something, anything, he could use as a weapon. “Isn’t this supposed to be the part where you spend 10 minutes telling me about this genius plan of yours and how killing me fits into that picture?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Ackles. Real life ain’t like the movies.” He stepped forward and fired.
Jensen screamed.
Hands on him, holding him down, forcing his hand away from the spot where he was trying to keep his brains from spilling out. Something slapped across his face, startling him to stop thrashing and he realized he was in The White Room. The hands let go of him and he rolled to his side, hands once again clutching his aching head. “Shit, shit, shit!” He yelled the last word, pain making his voice crack.
Mike had killed him.
Chapter 5
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Date: 2010-07-14 03:32 pm (UTC)Now let's see how he says the truth to Jared.
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Date: 2010-07-15 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-15 01:20 am (UTC)Can't wait for the next chapter.
Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2010-07-15 07:55 pm (UTC)