Reborn - Chapter 5 of ?
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annie46Title: Reborn
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sam/Dean/Jensen/Jared/ Various others
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sam finds a way to save Dean’s soul and his own.
I don’t know how to explain this one. It is a plot bunny that has been bugging me for ages and I have just been forced to write it. It is, I guess, technically serious crack and a RPS crossover and I had no idea where to post it – so have cross posted it! It may blow your mind or you might think it is crap – but hey – go with it and maybe it will go somewhere!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sam or Dean – they belong to Kripke – as do all the other characters in this fiction. If I could earn money doing this – I would be in Vancouver – making love to JTP!!
Christmas 2005 - Jared
Jared was only half listening as his mother and Sandy talked about weddings. He realised that the conversation was aimed at him but he couldn’t actually bring himself to care. He hadn’t been sleeping too well recently and had been plagued with the strangest of nightmares. Added to this was the fact that he and Jensen had been awkward about each other since – well since the kiss.
Jared missed the closeness he shared with his co-star, his ‘brother’, he missed their drinking nights, missed their easy chemistry, missed their prank wars. Without Jensen he wasn’t whole, just half of something, a jigsaw with a piece missing. He wished that his friend was here with him now and they could at least talk about what had happened.
Finally it was time for bed. Jared went first, cleaning his teeth and climbing into his large king sized and feigning sleep. He felt a bit of a heel doing this to Sandy but he just didn’t feel like talking and he just hoped that he could fall into oblivion and wake up feeling a different person.
There was a figure on the ceiling; he could see it, feel the blood from the wound in its stomach dripping on to his face. He moaned, his eyes opening wider, his breath catching in his throat. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be true.
Sandy was above him, her abdomen split open, her mouth open in a soundless scream. Jared shot up in bed “No” his voice cracked, anguished “No!”
He shot up, his body bathed in sweat. Sandy lay beside him, soft, feminine snores emitting from her perfect mouth. He swallowed hard and eased himself out of bed, shaky legs barely supporting him as he wobbled to the bathroom.
Fuck – he had heard of character bleed – but he had never actually experienced it before. During the Gilmore Girls he had gotten under Dean’s skin sufficiently enough to do a reasonable job, but now, now this was different.
He stared into the mirror and looked at the pale face reflected there. Slanting hazel eyes stared back, lips set; sweat staining his forehead, brown hair sticking to his cheeks. He leant closer; resting his hot head against the cool glass “Sam” he said the name softly “Sam Winchester”.
Something jolted inside of him and he felt sick. God he needed to speak to Jensen – and he needed to speak to Jensen now.
Richardson – Texas – Jensen
“Are you alright dear?” Donna Ackles noticed that her son was no longer eating with any sort of gusto “Is there something wrong?”
“Just tired” Jensen pushed the turkey around his plate and made an effort to cut himself another slice “I guess it must be jet lag”
“You’ve lost weight” Donna gave him a gentle prod in the ribs “And you look awful pale – are they working you too hard?”
“No – it’s cool” he lied and hoped she would leave him be. He wished Jared were here, Jared would eat the whole fucking turkey and still have room for desert “I’ve got a script to learn and some lines to go through – I’m just feeling exhausted – can’t relax is all”
“Alright Jensen” his mom dropped a kiss on his forehead “Let me get you a beer”
Jensen watched her go and returned to his dinner. Beside him his dad and his brother were talking about the Spurs, whilst his sister was feeding the dog under the table. It was warm, normal, domestic and so familiar, yet Jensen felt as if this was wrong, that this life, his life wasn’t right.
Jensen wondered why he knew Dean Winchester so well; knew how he moved, knew what he liked to wear, what car he liked to drive, what his favourite food was. He was always adding little details into the script, things that the directors laughed at but always used. Jensen liked that they used it, it was important to him, it actually meant something. He wanted Dean to get what he liked, what he wanted, it was important to him.
Then there was Jared and the way he felt about him.
He knew he loved Jared; he knew he wanted him but, something buried deep inside him, some inner voice, kept telling him it was wrong.
It was nothing to do with the fact they were both men; nothing to do with being gay, nothing to do with the fact that Jared was in a relationship with a lovely girl that Jensen actually liked. No, there was something else, something deeper, something strange.
Jensen wanted Jared on all different levels and it scared the hell out of him.
His cell phone rang.
“Hey” Jared’s voice down the line, wavering and scared “Merry Christmas”
“You ok Bro?” Jensen felt his heart leap and his stomach clench “You sound – you don’t sound too good”
“I miss you” Jared sounded so broken that Jensen felt a lump form in his throat and the taste of salt flood his mouth “We – we shouldn’t be apart you know – we should be together”
“Me watching out for you” the words came out easy, smooth and he heard Jared draw a sharp breath.
“Watching out for your pain in the ass little brother?” Jared’s voice was soft “Nothing bad is gonna happen to me when you are around”
“Shall I come to San Antonio?” Jensen held his breath, hoping that he heard what he desperately wanted to hear
“Hell yeah”
TBC
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sam/Dean/Jensen/Jared/ Various others
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sam finds a way to save Dean’s soul and his own.
I don’t know how to explain this one. It is a plot bunny that has been bugging me for ages and I have just been forced to write it. It is, I guess, technically serious crack and a RPS crossover and I had no idea where to post it – so have cross posted it! It may blow your mind or you might think it is crap – but hey – go with it and maybe it will go somewhere!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sam or Dean – they belong to Kripke – as do all the other characters in this fiction. If I could earn money doing this – I would be in Vancouver – making love to JTP!!
Christmas 2005 - Jared
Jared was only half listening as his mother and Sandy talked about weddings. He realised that the conversation was aimed at him but he couldn’t actually bring himself to care. He hadn’t been sleeping too well recently and had been plagued with the strangest of nightmares. Added to this was the fact that he and Jensen had been awkward about each other since – well since the kiss.
Jared missed the closeness he shared with his co-star, his ‘brother’, he missed their drinking nights, missed their easy chemistry, missed their prank wars. Without Jensen he wasn’t whole, just half of something, a jigsaw with a piece missing. He wished that his friend was here with him now and they could at least talk about what had happened.
Finally it was time for bed. Jared went first, cleaning his teeth and climbing into his large king sized and feigning sleep. He felt a bit of a heel doing this to Sandy but he just didn’t feel like talking and he just hoped that he could fall into oblivion and wake up feeling a different person.
There was a figure on the ceiling; he could see it, feel the blood from the wound in its stomach dripping on to his face. He moaned, his eyes opening wider, his breath catching in his throat. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be true.
Sandy was above him, her abdomen split open, her mouth open in a soundless scream. Jared shot up in bed “No” his voice cracked, anguished “No!”
He shot up, his body bathed in sweat. Sandy lay beside him, soft, feminine snores emitting from her perfect mouth. He swallowed hard and eased himself out of bed, shaky legs barely supporting him as he wobbled to the bathroom.
Fuck – he had heard of character bleed – but he had never actually experienced it before. During the Gilmore Girls he had gotten under Dean’s skin sufficiently enough to do a reasonable job, but now, now this was different.
He stared into the mirror and looked at the pale face reflected there. Slanting hazel eyes stared back, lips set; sweat staining his forehead, brown hair sticking to his cheeks. He leant closer; resting his hot head against the cool glass “Sam” he said the name softly “Sam Winchester”.
Something jolted inside of him and he felt sick. God he needed to speak to Jensen – and he needed to speak to Jensen now.
Richardson – Texas – Jensen
“Are you alright dear?” Donna Ackles noticed that her son was no longer eating with any sort of gusto “Is there something wrong?”
“Just tired” Jensen pushed the turkey around his plate and made an effort to cut himself another slice “I guess it must be jet lag”
“You’ve lost weight” Donna gave him a gentle prod in the ribs “And you look awful pale – are they working you too hard?”
“No – it’s cool” he lied and hoped she would leave him be. He wished Jared were here, Jared would eat the whole fucking turkey and still have room for desert “I’ve got a script to learn and some lines to go through – I’m just feeling exhausted – can’t relax is all”
“Alright Jensen” his mom dropped a kiss on his forehead “Let me get you a beer”
Jensen watched her go and returned to his dinner. Beside him his dad and his brother were talking about the Spurs, whilst his sister was feeding the dog under the table. It was warm, normal, domestic and so familiar, yet Jensen felt as if this was wrong, that this life, his life wasn’t right.
Jensen wondered why he knew Dean Winchester so well; knew how he moved, knew what he liked to wear, what car he liked to drive, what his favourite food was. He was always adding little details into the script, things that the directors laughed at but always used. Jensen liked that they used it, it was important to him, it actually meant something. He wanted Dean to get what he liked, what he wanted, it was important to him.
Then there was Jared and the way he felt about him.
He knew he loved Jared; he knew he wanted him but, something buried deep inside him, some inner voice, kept telling him it was wrong.
It was nothing to do with the fact they were both men; nothing to do with being gay, nothing to do with the fact that Jared was in a relationship with a lovely girl that Jensen actually liked. No, there was something else, something deeper, something strange.
Jensen wanted Jared on all different levels and it scared the hell out of him.
His cell phone rang.
“Hey” Jared’s voice down the line, wavering and scared “Merry Christmas”
“You ok Bro?” Jensen felt his heart leap and his stomach clench “You sound – you don’t sound too good”
“I miss you” Jared sounded so broken that Jensen felt a lump form in his throat and the taste of salt flood his mouth “We – we shouldn’t be apart you know – we should be together”
“Me watching out for you” the words came out easy, smooth and he heard Jared draw a sharp breath.
“Watching out for your pain in the ass little brother?” Jared’s voice was soft “Nothing bad is gonna happen to me when you are around”
“Shall I come to San Antonio?” Jensen held his breath, hoping that he heard what he desperately wanted to hear
“Hell yeah”
TBC
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Date: 2007-09-13 11:34 pm (UTC)Links to three and four (hopefully!!)
Date: 2007-09-13 11:49 pm (UTC)Re: Links to three and four (hopefully!!)
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Date: 2007-09-17 01:40 am (UTC)I'm so inept!
Date: 2007-09-17 08:29 am (UTC)But I do get the comments - I'm just pretty useless at replying because I never really know what to say!!
I am so glad you are enjoying this - it is a bit mad - but hey - that's fiction for you!