Death Becomes Me 6/6 SPN RPS
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evila_elfTitle: Death Becomes Me Chapter 6 of 6 (with an alternate ending at the end)
Rating: R
Pairing: Jared/Jensen pre-slash
Word count: 1052 (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.
Sadie and Harley started barking upstairs and pawing at the bedroom door.
“Jared, run! Now!” he added when Jared didn’t move. Jensen hurried out of the kitchen and rounded the doorway just in time to see Mike pull a gun from the back of his pants and run toward the kitchen.
Mike passed through him and the sensation was enough to make Jensen feel ill. He felt no warmth or love. Just a solid pulsing hate that felt like a punch to the gut and brought him to his knees.
Abby! Jensen screamed into his mind, feeling weak, his energy leaving like water from a wrung sponge.
Jensen? her mind nudged his.
Jared’s in trouble. I can’t leave him. Mike...
He soon felt a rush of energy revive him, awaken his senses enough to hear a crash behind him. No! He scrambled to his feet and spun around, running back into the kitchen. An orange rolled through his foot, its fruit bowl smashed to bits. Jared lay on the floor, Mike bending over him, gun inches from Jared’s face. Jared already had a bruise forming on his temple. His eyes were wide, flashing between the gun and Mike.
“Who are you?” Jared asked.
“Of course you don’t know me.” Mike sounded fed up and a combination of high and drunk. “Nobody knows me!”
“Why don’t you put the gun down and we can talk about this?”
Mike stepped back, but didn’t lower his gun. “Always ignoring me. I tried to be nice to you, but you chose that Ackles guy over me.”
“I didn’t choose anyone...”
“Which was bad enough,” Mike continued as if Jared hadn’t spoken, “but you had to flaunt it in front of everyone.”
“We weren’t ‘flaunting’ anything. We are...were...best friends.”
Jensen stepped to the side so that Jared could see him. Jared looked so relieved that Mike followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. Jensen held his breath as the man turned, his face flushed, sweaty, and eyes wild.
“What do you want?” Jared asked, getting back Mike’s attention and Jensen breathed a sigh of relief.
“I want to be noticed!”
“I notice you, I notice you. I also notice that gun.”
“You’re supposed to notice the gun.”
Jensen, what are you doing? You can’t stay!
I can’t leave him, Jensen told Abby.
Mike ran his hands through his hair, knocking free a glass shard that must have been from the window. It hit the floor and Mike jumped, finger tightening on the trigger.
“He’s higher than a kite,” Jensen said. “We have to get you out of here.” Desperate.
Jared’s look said a combination of ‘No shit’ and ‘how the hell do you propose that?’
Jensen could see Mike’s finger twitch up against the trigger. Once. Twice. The tension in the room painful to his ears.
“Please. You’re not a killer.”
Mike scoffed. “I killed your little bitch of a boyfriend. Oh, wait, you weren’t supposed to know about that,” he added with mock sincerity.
Jensen felt Abby’s strength wavering, her voice in the back of his head begging for him to return, the tense situation sapping them both of strength.
“I don’t know what to do.” Jensen’s voice shook. He had never felt more useless. Jared was the gentle fun-loving guy on set, who never had a bad thing to say about anyone or anything. He didn’t deserve this.
“Please, let me go. You can start over somewhere. I won’t tell anyone.”
Mike giggled. Actually giggled. “Sorry.”
Jensen saw something change in Mike’s eyes and his arm with the gun straightened, finger starting to pull back on the trigger...
“NO!” Jensen screamed, running toward Jared, snapping his ties with Abby, feeling himself go weak at the loss of energy feeding into him. A loud shot. Another. Pain. A bright burst of color. Nothing.
***
Jensen didn’t want to open his eyes, didn’t want to see the place that he had unknowingly dragged Jared to. “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed to the floor, pounding his fist against it. He held on to the philosophy that a cat of his used to have, ‘If I can’t see it, then it must not exist.’
A dog yipped, scattering Jensen’s thoughts and he opened his eyes, blinking the floor into focus. The kitchen floor. He blinked at the tiles under his hands and knees, completely confused. He looked to his left and saw a pool of blood. Heart in his throat, he looked further to see Mike’s crumpled body, eyes wide open, staring at nothing.
A hand touched Jensen’s back and he jumped, heart pounding somewhere in the vicinity of his throat.
“Jensen?”
Jensen froze. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A shiver ran down his spine when the hand moved. It inched to his shoulder before gripping painfully and spinning him around. He lost his balance and found himself almost nose to nose with Jared. Jared! “Jared?”
Jared’s eyes were wide, face looking just as shocked as Jensen imagined his must look.
“Wait.” Jensen swallowed, finding it difficult to speak. “What just happened? Am I alive, or are you dead?”
“I don’t know.” Jared breathed the words out. His hand trembled as he moved it to Jensen’s cheek.
“Are you going to kiss me?” He had meant to sound sarcastic, but his voice sounded breathless and needy.
Jared took it as an invitation, nipping Jensen’s surprised lips, laughing at the sharp intake of breath. He pulled Jensen tight for a hug.“Huh, Mike’s dead,” Jared said over Jensen’s shoulder, like he didn’t find the dead guy, surrounded in a pool of his own blood, strange at all.
Lips against his ear. Against his cheek. Pressed to his. “Welcome home.”
Abby, if you can hear me, I won’t forget about you. Thank you.
Alternate ending (Skip if you like the happy)
The shot rang loud, echoing in his ears. Pain blinded him and he curled into himself, closing his eyes tightly, trying to block it out. The sound faded, the silence hurting just as much as the sound of the shot had.
Confused and wary, Jensen opened his eyes. To nothing. His heart caught in his throat. Had he failed?
“Jensen?”
“Jared?” Jensen spun around and a flicker of orange caught his eye.
Rating: R
Pairing: Jared/Jensen pre-slash
Word count: 1052 (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.
Sadie and Harley started barking upstairs and pawing at the bedroom door.
“Jared, run! Now!” he added when Jared didn’t move. Jensen hurried out of the kitchen and rounded the doorway just in time to see Mike pull a gun from the back of his pants and run toward the kitchen.
Mike passed through him and the sensation was enough to make Jensen feel ill. He felt no warmth or love. Just a solid pulsing hate that felt like a punch to the gut and brought him to his knees.
Abby! Jensen screamed into his mind, feeling weak, his energy leaving like water from a wrung sponge.
Jensen? her mind nudged his.
Jared’s in trouble. I can’t leave him. Mike...
He soon felt a rush of energy revive him, awaken his senses enough to hear a crash behind him. No! He scrambled to his feet and spun around, running back into the kitchen. An orange rolled through his foot, its fruit bowl smashed to bits. Jared lay on the floor, Mike bending over him, gun inches from Jared’s face. Jared already had a bruise forming on his temple. His eyes were wide, flashing between the gun and Mike.
“Who are you?” Jared asked.
“Of course you don’t know me.” Mike sounded fed up and a combination of high and drunk. “Nobody knows me!”
“Why don’t you put the gun down and we can talk about this?”
Mike stepped back, but didn’t lower his gun. “Always ignoring me. I tried to be nice to you, but you chose that Ackles guy over me.”
“I didn’t choose anyone...”
“Which was bad enough,” Mike continued as if Jared hadn’t spoken, “but you had to flaunt it in front of everyone.”
“We weren’t ‘flaunting’ anything. We are...were...best friends.”
Jensen stepped to the side so that Jared could see him. Jared looked so relieved that Mike followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. Jensen held his breath as the man turned, his face flushed, sweaty, and eyes wild.
“What do you want?” Jared asked, getting back Mike’s attention and Jensen breathed a sigh of relief.
“I want to be noticed!”
“I notice you, I notice you. I also notice that gun.”
“You’re supposed to notice the gun.”
Jensen, what are you doing? You can’t stay!
I can’t leave him, Jensen told Abby.
Mike ran his hands through his hair, knocking free a glass shard that must have been from the window. It hit the floor and Mike jumped, finger tightening on the trigger.
“He’s higher than a kite,” Jensen said. “We have to get you out of here.” Desperate.
Jared’s look said a combination of ‘No shit’ and ‘how the hell do you propose that?’
Jensen could see Mike’s finger twitch up against the trigger. Once. Twice. The tension in the room painful to his ears.
“Please. You’re not a killer.”
Mike scoffed. “I killed your little bitch of a boyfriend. Oh, wait, you weren’t supposed to know about that,” he added with mock sincerity.
Jensen felt Abby’s strength wavering, her voice in the back of his head begging for him to return, the tense situation sapping them both of strength.
“I don’t know what to do.” Jensen’s voice shook. He had never felt more useless. Jared was the gentle fun-loving guy on set, who never had a bad thing to say about anyone or anything. He didn’t deserve this.
“Please, let me go. You can start over somewhere. I won’t tell anyone.”
Mike giggled. Actually giggled. “Sorry.”
Jensen saw something change in Mike’s eyes and his arm with the gun straightened, finger starting to pull back on the trigger...
“NO!” Jensen screamed, running toward Jared, snapping his ties with Abby, feeling himself go weak at the loss of energy feeding into him. A loud shot. Another. Pain. A bright burst of color. Nothing.
***
Jensen didn’t want to open his eyes, didn’t want to see the place that he had unknowingly dragged Jared to. “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed to the floor, pounding his fist against it. He held on to the philosophy that a cat of his used to have, ‘If I can’t see it, then it must not exist.’
A dog yipped, scattering Jensen’s thoughts and he opened his eyes, blinking the floor into focus. The kitchen floor. He blinked at the tiles under his hands and knees, completely confused. He looked to his left and saw a pool of blood. Heart in his throat, he looked further to see Mike’s crumpled body, eyes wide open, staring at nothing.
A hand touched Jensen’s back and he jumped, heart pounding somewhere in the vicinity of his throat.
“Jensen?”
Jensen froze. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A shiver ran down his spine when the hand moved. It inched to his shoulder before gripping painfully and spinning him around. He lost his balance and found himself almost nose to nose with Jared. Jared! “Jared?”
Jared’s eyes were wide, face looking just as shocked as Jensen imagined his must look.
“Wait.” Jensen swallowed, finding it difficult to speak. “What just happened? Am I alive, or are you dead?”
“I don’t know.” Jared breathed the words out. His hand trembled as he moved it to Jensen’s cheek.
“Are you going to kiss me?” He had meant to sound sarcastic, but his voice sounded breathless and needy.
Jared took it as an invitation, nipping Jensen’s surprised lips, laughing at the sharp intake of breath. He pulled Jensen tight for a hug.“Huh, Mike’s dead,” Jared said over Jensen’s shoulder, like he didn’t find the dead guy, surrounded in a pool of his own blood, strange at all.
Lips against his ear. Against his cheek. Pressed to his. “Welcome home.”
Abby, if you can hear me, I won’t forget about you. Thank you.
Alternate ending (Skip if you like the happy)
The shot rang loud, echoing in his ears. Pain blinded him and he curled into himself, closing his eyes tightly, trying to block it out. The sound faded, the silence hurting just as much as the sound of the shot had.
Confused and wary, Jensen opened his eyes. To nothing. His heart caught in his throat. Had he failed?
“Jensen?”
“Jared?” Jensen spun around and a flicker of orange caught his eye.
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Date: 2010-07-18 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-18 06:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-18 06:19 am (UTC)You keep us in suspense all the time.
Good job.
An epilogue, maybe?
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Date: 2010-07-18 04:49 pm (UTC)