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But The Storm Is A-Coming 'Cross The Hills Tonight 6/7
Title: But The Storm Is A-Coming 'Cross The Hills Tonight 6/7
Author: soncnica
Rating: R, G, idk
Genre/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Wordcount: cca 2.100 this chapter
Summary: Jared is King Dean Morgan’s knight. He is the one the King calls for whenever torture or punishment has to be done and Jared’s expertise is whipping. Jensen is his next victim. Or is he?
Warnings: Gore, blood, whipping and all that goes along with that, mystery, magic, abuse of history and knighthood, angst?, NO character death, NO disfigurement, hurt!Jensen, h/c.
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION. The title comes from a song called A bar in Amsterdam from the band KatzenJammer and does not belong to me.
A/N: I just wanted to write Jared whipping Jensen, is that so bad? Don’t answer that. And well, this is what I came up with. If you decide to read this story, just trust me, I know exactly where I’m going with this. Thank you! And yeah the story is finished and it has around 7 chapters, I'll try to post every few days.
Beta: The ever awesome![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marlowe78</lj>.
CHAPTER 6
The ground trembled underneath his feet; little shocks that travelled up his tiny legs, up through his whole tiny body, causing the piece of food to drop from his mouth. He looked up from the nut in his little hands, spotting a horse that was darker than the darkest of night, thundering along the path in the forest. It was so fast he dropped the nut and couldn’t stop staring. The horse’s croup was covered by a black cloak, its sides flapping in the wind, swinging up ‘n’ down with every step, hitting tree twigs, breaking them like hail sometimes does. The horse’s bushy tail was swinging in the air, the rider pressed so closely to the horses back… it seemed that they were one. One entity galloping through the forest.
He knew they were one; both born of magic, created by the brightest blinding light ages ago, way before his time.
He knew the reason the rider was pressed so close to the horse’s back. There was a precious cargo he was protecting, a precious someone who would save them all.
The squirrel chattered, raising its little front paws up in the air, the nut lying forgotten on the leafy ground.
Freedom.
The blood had been spilled.
Finally.
Jared felt the leather reigns in his hands slipping from his grasp, felt Impal move his head, telling him to just let go already. That he and Jensen were safe, safe with him leading the way, to just trust him.
He could feel the power Impal had over him, he felt how the horse galloped to their destination and he knew that his boy would get them there. He wished he could talk to Impal, but he wasn’t that strong yet. Maybe soon, though.
He let go of the reigns, closing his burning eyes; the wind was sharp and tiredness was already starting to spread through him making him ache deep down in the marrow of his bones. He wanted to rest, just for one minute. Just one minute of sleep, but before he could slip into dreams a soft voice stopped him, pulling him back to the world.
“J’r’d”?
He snapped his eyes open: “Jensen…”
And that’s when the man that had been lying motionless before him for hours… started to scream. Howling with pain, the sound so piercingly deep Jared gripped Impal’s reigns and tugged, trying to stop him, but the horse wasn’t having it.
He kept on running, not lowering its speed even with a screaming, trashing man on his back, not even when the man’s fists were pounding into his flanks, not even when the sound of the man howling made his ears hurt.
He couldn’t stop now. Not now. Not so close to where destiny wanted these two men.
Not so close.
“Jensen!! Stop, hold on, easy!!! Jensen!!”
“Impal, stop!!! STOP!!”
“Jensen, enough!!! Stop!! Jensen!!!”
No one was listening to him. Impal acted like he’d gone deaf in the last three minutes and Jensen… Jared knew Jensen was in pain, he knew, he did, so help him, but he had to make Jensen stop.
“Ackles!!!”
The screams faded into whimpers and a few sobs that Jared knew Jensen wasn’t able to stop. No man would be able to stop them. The pain had a mind of its own and Jared knew in just how much pain his friend was in.
He wished he could help him. Wished there was something he could do.
“Jensen, easy!!”
He yelled over the roar of wind and the sound of his flapping cloak.
“J’rrr’dhh…”
He lowered his voice, knowing that Jensen would be able to hear him even through the wind and Impal’s hooves hitting dead leaves: “’m here… we’re safe. I got you, I got you, Jensen. It’s done. ’s done.”
“H’lp m’hhh…”
Jared wanted to help Jensen, he did, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing. Not yet.
“I will, I promise, I swear, just hold on.”
The whimpers and hitching sobs didn’t stop, they only got louder and louder until Jensen was moaning and groaning, broken sounds of agony slipping from deep in his chest until he couldn’t hold them in anymore and he screamed again, screamed until he was dry-heaving. Jared let go of Impal’s reigns again, trusting his horse to get them where they needed to be, grabbed Jensen’s sides, feeling fire hot skin on his palms, slippery with sweat… he squeezed his fingers around Jensen’s ribs and held on.
“Jensen!! Hold on, please, just hold on! Pleasepleaseplease…”
Jensen was on fire. Wind all around him, soft mane under him, Jared’s voice in his ear and his back was fire.
There was no pain, he was too far gone to feel pain; but he knew it would sneak up on him later but he was too far away for it to catch him now.
There was just ice cold fire, like getting icicles sewn into his skin. It was too much, the numbness spreading all over him, the ice making his skin try to shrink into nothingness. He was falling into a hole, where fire and ice would devour him alive.
He wanted to open his eyes, but couldn’t, not fully, because the world was a blurry image of too fast moving pictures, the dusk light stabbing his eyes all the way into his head…
… he gagged and let go. Just like Jared had told him. Just let go.
He would apologize to Impal later for puking all over him.
“Whoa, whoa, Jensen… easy, come on.”
He tightened the hold he had on Jensen, hot fingers on hot, slick skin and let the man puke whatever was left in him, which was nothing by now.
Just air and spit that looked suspiciously pink.
“Jensen we’re nearly there. We’ll stop soon, just…”
He didn’t know what to say. There was nothing to be said.
Everything was happening as it should, events uncurling, pushing them both towards their fate, but there wasn’t a script that came with all that. No words to be learned, no touches, nothing.
They were all alone between one event and the next.
Jared leaned down closer to his friend’s head, whispered: “Hold on.” and kicked Impal’s sides: “Faster boy, faster!”
The evening was bright red with lines of orange spilling from the dying sun. And with the sun slowly setting behind the pointy peaks of the mountains, it was becoming colder and colder.
Impal snorted, white steam coming out of his nostrils while shifting from one leg to the other, standing forgotten by the entrance to the cave… apple’s juice running out of his mouth. He knew that when the cold of the night would truly hit, he’d be welcome in the cave, but for now… he ate his apples, grazed at some grass, pushing his ears closer to his head trying to ignore the sounds coming from the cave.
Jensen’s voice could carry for miles and he thought it was a good thing; a man leading men into battle needed a strong, deep, booming voice to yell commands.
But right now… the piercing screams were really starting to hurt his ears.
“Hey, hey, hey… calm down, calm down.” He stroked the back of Jensen’s arm, the only place the man had mumbled that it didn’t hurt.
“You good?”
“H’rtsss…”
Jensen muttered squirming on the bear-skin he was lying on, gripping its fur with trembling fingers. It was soft and warm underneath his chest and stomach, itchy at places he didn’t want to think about. He could feel he was naked again, just like he had been in the dungeon, but he felt safe.
He was safe.
But he hurt, the pain slowly starting to crawl all over him, digging its little claws inside his skin.
“I know, I know… come on… one more.”
“Don’t…”
Before he could say more, Jared placed another piece of cloth on his back… they were all soaked with homemade apple vinegar and it burned. Burned so badly, like getting real fire splashed on him.
He screamed until he finally passed out, because darkness was painless bliss as he’d come to find out, a long time ago.
Jared kept Jensen’s back covered with vinegar-soaked cloths for some time, just letting the acid do its job. It smelled horrible, the sharpness of vinegar and the copper of blood. The little fire he’d built needed more wood, the crackles of tiny branches disappearing in the flames his only company while his friend was sleeping.
If whatever Jensen was doing could be called sleep. His whole body shook from time to time, fingers tugging at the fur, legs twitching, shoulders rising up ‘n’ down, little whimpers flowing out of his parted lips.
It was either pain or nightmares, Jared couldn’t be sure, but he kept his palm on Jensen’s nape, squeezing it whenever a shudder rattled the man’s body, making Jensen groan.
Impal had come in a while back, the night starting to get too cold even for him and now he stood by the wall, dozing off, shaking his tail, blowing air through his nostrils every once in a while.
Jared really wished that his powers would be more powerful so that he would be able to talk to his horse.
“You did good, Impal. You did very good, boy.”
Impal looked at him and Jared could’ve sworn the horse smiled.
He removed the wet cloths that were hiding Jensen’s back from view and threw them into the fire along with Jensen’s soiled pants, which he’d removed as soon as he’d lowered the man down to the bear-skin, knowing that the fur would keep Jensen warm on his front. The butchered back was aflame anyway; Jensen would feel no cold there.
The smell was starting to make him dizzy, the pungent scent making his head hurt, but he wouldn’t give in to the headache. Not when his friend was lying motionless before him.
He just wished he could burn his hands too; they were stained with Jensen’s blood… and that was something no fire and no water would be able to erase. No matter what the prophecy said, no matter… Jensen’s blood would always be on him.
He shook his head… thoughts like that would have to wait. Even if they would have to wait for eternity, but they would have to wait.
He had to help Jensen now. Had to bring him back to the here and now, back to where he had to be.
He took another cloth and dipped it into water that he had mixed with salt… he’d do anything to make sure Jensen’s wounds would heal properly.
No infection, please, please… no infection.
The orange glow from the fire made Jensen’s back look like the depths of hell he had seen pictures of in the books the monks had shown him once.
Glowing red, valleys of wounds, some so deep he could see muscle being split in two… all the way to the bone.
He did that.
His hands stopped shaking.
He did that, he hadn’t wanted to do it, but he did. He did what had to be done.
So now, now he was gonna help Jensen. Help him heal and then they’d go save the world.
He ran the saltwater-soaked cloth all over Jensen’s back, down his sides, nape, shoulder blades, ribs… careful, slow, gentle slide of his hand over the raised ridges of the wounds.
“J’red…”
Jensen whimpered, probably in his sleep, Jared thought and continued to clean the wounds.
“Jjj’red, fix meeee, pleassssse…”
And then Jensen started to sob.
Jared leaned over, wiping sweat from the man’s left cheek, whispering: “I can’t… ‘m sorry.”
“Pleeeeassse…”
It wasn’t sweat Jared wiped away from Jensen’s cheek this time.
-:-
“I can’t fix this. When this’ll scar, then I’ll heal you. ‘m sorry.”
Jensen howled in pain again before he passed out just as Jared was about to say: “You know I can’t.”
The next time Jensen woke up he mumbled: “Did my blood get on the ground?” Is the land ready? Will it fight with us? Will the sun stop being so hot, will the night stop being so cold? Did the animals feel the land tremble and shake? Did the birds feel it too? Do they know it’s time? Do the lakes and the sea know too? Are the trees ready to help? The mountains? The rivers, too? The wind, will it help us too? Is the land ready?!
Jared whispered: “Yes, Jensen, yeah the land will help us fight.” and Jensen fell into sleep sighing: “Good.”
CHAPTER 5 _II_ CHAPTER 7
P.S. I know I'm probably spamming all over the place with my stories atm, but a promise is a promise :)) Thank you and sorry. Oh and CH7 (The End) will be a long one and probably posted a bit later than Wednesday. Erm... *hugs you all*
Author: soncnica
Rating: R, G, idk
Genre/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Wordcount: cca 2.100 this chapter
Summary: Jared is King Dean Morgan’s knight. He is the one the King calls for whenever torture or punishment has to be done and Jared’s expertise is whipping. Jensen is his next victim. Or is he?
Warnings: Gore, blood, whipping and all that goes along with that, mystery, magic, abuse of history and knighthood, angst?, NO character death, NO disfigurement, hurt!Jensen, h/c.
Disclaimer: I seriously only own the grammar/spelling mistakes. Everything else is NOT MINE! ALL IS FICTION. The title comes from a song called A bar in Amsterdam from the band KatzenJammer and does not belong to me.
A/N: I just wanted to write Jared whipping Jensen, is that so bad? Don’t answer that. And well, this is what I came up with. If you decide to read this story, just trust me, I know exactly where I’m going with this. Thank you! And yeah the story is finished and it has around 7 chapters, I'll try to post every few days.
Beta: The ever awesome
marlowe78</lj>.CHAPTER 6
The ground trembled underneath his feet; little shocks that travelled up his tiny legs, up through his whole tiny body, causing the piece of food to drop from his mouth. He looked up from the nut in his little hands, spotting a horse that was darker than the darkest of night, thundering along the path in the forest. It was so fast he dropped the nut and couldn’t stop staring. The horse’s croup was covered by a black cloak, its sides flapping in the wind, swinging up ‘n’ down with every step, hitting tree twigs, breaking them like hail sometimes does. The horse’s bushy tail was swinging in the air, the rider pressed so closely to the horses back… it seemed that they were one. One entity galloping through the forest.
He knew they were one; both born of magic, created by the brightest blinding light ages ago, way before his time.
He knew the reason the rider was pressed so close to the horse’s back. There was a precious cargo he was protecting, a precious someone who would save them all.
The squirrel chattered, raising its little front paws up in the air, the nut lying forgotten on the leafy ground.
Freedom.
The blood had been spilled.
Finally.
Jared felt the leather reigns in his hands slipping from his grasp, felt Impal move his head, telling him to just let go already. That he and Jensen were safe, safe with him leading the way, to just trust him.
He could feel the power Impal had over him, he felt how the horse galloped to their destination and he knew that his boy would get them there. He wished he could talk to Impal, but he wasn’t that strong yet. Maybe soon, though.
He let go of the reigns, closing his burning eyes; the wind was sharp and tiredness was already starting to spread through him making him ache deep down in the marrow of his bones. He wanted to rest, just for one minute. Just one minute of sleep, but before he could slip into dreams a soft voice stopped him, pulling him back to the world.
“J’r’d”?
He snapped his eyes open: “Jensen…”
And that’s when the man that had been lying motionless before him for hours… started to scream. Howling with pain, the sound so piercingly deep Jared gripped Impal’s reigns and tugged, trying to stop him, but the horse wasn’t having it.
He kept on running, not lowering its speed even with a screaming, trashing man on his back, not even when the man’s fists were pounding into his flanks, not even when the sound of the man howling made his ears hurt.
He couldn’t stop now. Not now. Not so close to where destiny wanted these two men.
Not so close.
“Jensen!! Stop, hold on, easy!!! Jensen!!”
“Impal, stop!!! STOP!!”
“Jensen, enough!!! Stop!! Jensen!!!”
No one was listening to him. Impal acted like he’d gone deaf in the last three minutes and Jensen… Jared knew Jensen was in pain, he knew, he did, so help him, but he had to make Jensen stop.
“Ackles!!!”
The screams faded into whimpers and a few sobs that Jared knew Jensen wasn’t able to stop. No man would be able to stop them. The pain had a mind of its own and Jared knew in just how much pain his friend was in.
He wished he could help him. Wished there was something he could do.
“Jensen, easy!!”
He yelled over the roar of wind and the sound of his flapping cloak.
“J’rrr’dhh…”
He lowered his voice, knowing that Jensen would be able to hear him even through the wind and Impal’s hooves hitting dead leaves: “’m here… we’re safe. I got you, I got you, Jensen. It’s done. ’s done.”
“H’lp m’hhh…”
Jared wanted to help Jensen, he did, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing. Not yet.
“I will, I promise, I swear, just hold on.”
The whimpers and hitching sobs didn’t stop, they only got louder and louder until Jensen was moaning and groaning, broken sounds of agony slipping from deep in his chest until he couldn’t hold them in anymore and he screamed again, screamed until he was dry-heaving. Jared let go of Impal’s reigns again, trusting his horse to get them where they needed to be, grabbed Jensen’s sides, feeling fire hot skin on his palms, slippery with sweat… he squeezed his fingers around Jensen’s ribs and held on.
“Jensen!! Hold on, please, just hold on! Pleasepleaseplease…”
Jensen was on fire. Wind all around him, soft mane under him, Jared’s voice in his ear and his back was fire.
There was no pain, he was too far gone to feel pain; but he knew it would sneak up on him later but he was too far away for it to catch him now.
There was just ice cold fire, like getting icicles sewn into his skin. It was too much, the numbness spreading all over him, the ice making his skin try to shrink into nothingness. He was falling into a hole, where fire and ice would devour him alive.
He wanted to open his eyes, but couldn’t, not fully, because the world was a blurry image of too fast moving pictures, the dusk light stabbing his eyes all the way into his head…
… he gagged and let go. Just like Jared had told him. Just let go.
He would apologize to Impal later for puking all over him.
“Whoa, whoa, Jensen… easy, come on.”
He tightened the hold he had on Jensen, hot fingers on hot, slick skin and let the man puke whatever was left in him, which was nothing by now.
Just air and spit that looked suspiciously pink.
“Jensen we’re nearly there. We’ll stop soon, just…”
He didn’t know what to say. There was nothing to be said.
Everything was happening as it should, events uncurling, pushing them both towards their fate, but there wasn’t a script that came with all that. No words to be learned, no touches, nothing.
They were all alone between one event and the next.
Jared leaned down closer to his friend’s head, whispered: “Hold on.” and kicked Impal’s sides: “Faster boy, faster!”
The evening was bright red with lines of orange spilling from the dying sun. And with the sun slowly setting behind the pointy peaks of the mountains, it was becoming colder and colder.
Impal snorted, white steam coming out of his nostrils while shifting from one leg to the other, standing forgotten by the entrance to the cave… apple’s juice running out of his mouth. He knew that when the cold of the night would truly hit, he’d be welcome in the cave, but for now… he ate his apples, grazed at some grass, pushing his ears closer to his head trying to ignore the sounds coming from the cave.
Jensen’s voice could carry for miles and he thought it was a good thing; a man leading men into battle needed a strong, deep, booming voice to yell commands.
But right now… the piercing screams were really starting to hurt his ears.
“Hey, hey, hey… calm down, calm down.” He stroked the back of Jensen’s arm, the only place the man had mumbled that it didn’t hurt.
“You good?”
“H’rtsss…”
Jensen muttered squirming on the bear-skin he was lying on, gripping its fur with trembling fingers. It was soft and warm underneath his chest and stomach, itchy at places he didn’t want to think about. He could feel he was naked again, just like he had been in the dungeon, but he felt safe.
He was safe.
But he hurt, the pain slowly starting to crawl all over him, digging its little claws inside his skin.
“I know, I know… come on… one more.”
“Don’t…”
Before he could say more, Jared placed another piece of cloth on his back… they were all soaked with homemade apple vinegar and it burned. Burned so badly, like getting real fire splashed on him.
He screamed until he finally passed out, because darkness was painless bliss as he’d come to find out, a long time ago.
Jared kept Jensen’s back covered with vinegar-soaked cloths for some time, just letting the acid do its job. It smelled horrible, the sharpness of vinegar and the copper of blood. The little fire he’d built needed more wood, the crackles of tiny branches disappearing in the flames his only company while his friend was sleeping.
If whatever Jensen was doing could be called sleep. His whole body shook from time to time, fingers tugging at the fur, legs twitching, shoulders rising up ‘n’ down, little whimpers flowing out of his parted lips.
It was either pain or nightmares, Jared couldn’t be sure, but he kept his palm on Jensen’s nape, squeezing it whenever a shudder rattled the man’s body, making Jensen groan.
Impal had come in a while back, the night starting to get too cold even for him and now he stood by the wall, dozing off, shaking his tail, blowing air through his nostrils every once in a while.
Jared really wished that his powers would be more powerful so that he would be able to talk to his horse.
“You did good, Impal. You did very good, boy.”
Impal looked at him and Jared could’ve sworn the horse smiled.
He removed the wet cloths that were hiding Jensen’s back from view and threw them into the fire along with Jensen’s soiled pants, which he’d removed as soon as he’d lowered the man down to the bear-skin, knowing that the fur would keep Jensen warm on his front. The butchered back was aflame anyway; Jensen would feel no cold there.
The smell was starting to make him dizzy, the pungent scent making his head hurt, but he wouldn’t give in to the headache. Not when his friend was lying motionless before him.
He just wished he could burn his hands too; they were stained with Jensen’s blood… and that was something no fire and no water would be able to erase. No matter what the prophecy said, no matter… Jensen’s blood would always be on him.
He shook his head… thoughts like that would have to wait. Even if they would have to wait for eternity, but they would have to wait.
He had to help Jensen now. Had to bring him back to the here and now, back to where he had to be.
He took another cloth and dipped it into water that he had mixed with salt… he’d do anything to make sure Jensen’s wounds would heal properly.
No infection, please, please… no infection.
The orange glow from the fire made Jensen’s back look like the depths of hell he had seen pictures of in the books the monks had shown him once.
Glowing red, valleys of wounds, some so deep he could see muscle being split in two… all the way to the bone.
He did that.
His hands stopped shaking.
He did that, he hadn’t wanted to do it, but he did. He did what had to be done.
So now, now he was gonna help Jensen. Help him heal and then they’d go save the world.
He ran the saltwater-soaked cloth all over Jensen’s back, down his sides, nape, shoulder blades, ribs… careful, slow, gentle slide of his hand over the raised ridges of the wounds.
“J’red…”
Jensen whimpered, probably in his sleep, Jared thought and continued to clean the wounds.
“Jjj’red, fix meeee, pleassssse…”
And then Jensen started to sob.
Jared leaned over, wiping sweat from the man’s left cheek, whispering: “I can’t… ‘m sorry.”
“Pleeeeassse…”
It wasn’t sweat Jared wiped away from Jensen’s cheek this time.
-:-
“I can’t fix this. When this’ll scar, then I’ll heal you. ‘m sorry.”
Jensen howled in pain again before he passed out just as Jared was about to say: “You know I can’t.”
The next time Jensen woke up he mumbled: “Did my blood get on the ground?” Is the land ready? Will it fight with us? Will the sun stop being so hot, will the night stop being so cold? Did the animals feel the land tremble and shake? Did the birds feel it too? Do they know it’s time? Do the lakes and the sea know too? Are the trees ready to help? The mountains? The rivers, too? The wind, will it help us too? Is the land ready?!
Jared whispered: “Yes, Jensen, yeah the land will help us fight.” and Jensen fell into sleep sighing: “Good.”
CHAPTER 5 _II_ CHAPTER 7
P.S. I know I'm probably spamming all over the place with my stories atm, but a promise is a promise :)) Thank you and sorry. Oh and CH7 (The End) will be a long one and probably posted a bit later than Wednesday. Erm... *hugs you all*