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soncnicaTitle: But The Storm Is A-Coming 'Cross The Hills Tonight 7/7
Author: soncnica
Rating: R, G, idk
Genre/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Wordcount: cca 3.600 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)
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CHAPTER 7
Jared sat on the hard ground by Jensen’s left side, his knees drawn up and spread wide; he had his elbows on his knees, keeping his arms supported while he cleaned the whip he had used on his friend… getting rid of all the blood that had dried up on its lash.
It was a job he’d done a thousand times before; cloth clutched tightly in his hand, moving it down… always down towards the tip. The mechanics of it were soothing his mind, made him leap into a world of his own, a world where there was only one thing he had to do. Move the cloth down.
There was no destiny, no prophecy, no war, no battles; no darkness… nothing else existed, but his whip and the cloth.
You did right; the runes glowing white on the whip’s handle whispered to him in a thousand voices…
… you did what had been written a long time ago and now it is done.
He shook his head: “Yeah, ’s done.”
Yes it was done. He had spilled the blood of a warrior that would free the people who had lived under hands of tyrants for centuries; he had spilled the blood onto the land that now got a taste of the man who would save it. He had done his part.
And now there was no turning back, because destiny called for them to saddle up, grip their swords, daggers and bows and go free the country and its people from Kings who ruled with chopped heads on spears by their sides.
All that was keeping him from doing exactly that, was Jensen not waking up.
He just wanted Jensen to wake up.
They had been in the cave for a week now. Seven days of Jensen yelling in his sleep for Jared, seven days of feverish mumblings coming from his friend’s mouth, seven days of watching Jensen’s back turning into red scars, seven days of holding Jensen’s arms so that the man didn’t turn on his back.
Seven days of pure torture.
He sighed and returned to cleaning his whip.
How do you feel, magic man; the runes asked him.
He startled for a second, lost in his own thoughts when the voices in his head - so familiar, but not Jensen’s – appeared. He looked down at the whip’s handle and saw the runes shine bright blue. He snorted and moved the wet cloth softly down towards the end of the whip again.
“I feel… conflicted?”
There was no point in lying to the runes, or concealing the truth in a million of complicated sentences. They would always come to the bottom of things eventually.
Explain to us; the runes asked.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, hitting Jensen’s thigh with the back of his head, feeling the muscle there tense and then relax, as if Jensen know who was touching him.
“I know that I had to do this,” he spoke up to the cave’s ceiling, “I was trained for this, born for this, I just… I should’ve hated it, but I… liked it.”
Yes, we understand magic man; the runes whispered.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
Magic man, you were born for this, trained, you had to like it, otherwise you wouldn’t have done it; the runes shone bright white again.
“So, so me liking it… that’s not me, I mean, not who I am. I just liked it, because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have done it? I don’t unde…”
Yes magic man, you had to like it, or else you wouldn’t have done it, destiny, magic man, made you pure, out of light, she knew what she was doing; the runes shone green.
“So, what you’re saying is that what I feel, the way I liked it, that’s not who I am, but just destiny’s way of making me do this?”
Yes, magic man; the runes laughed; are you of slow mind, magic man?
Jared scoffed: “Pfft, no, I’m just trying to understand.”
Yes, magic man, we understand; the runes said.
“I liked it, I did… whipping people, whipping Jensen… but destiny made me do it, made me like it… I don’t… I don’t like it anymore.”
Magic man, your soul is pure light; the runes said.
Jared leaned forward, covered his face with his free hand and breathed out: “’m not evil?”
You are light; the runes said.
“I feel evil.”
Destiny can be evil; the runes said.
He started to laugh out loud, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside of him, some place where he always stuffed everything he ever thought or felt and now, now that the runes told him the truth, he let it all bubble out to the surface.
What is so funny, magic man; the runes asked.
“’s just… I thought all these years that I was evil for enjoying hurting people like that, but you tell me it was because destiny’s an evil bitch.”
He laughed himself to sleep and pretended that the tears that ran down his cheeks were just tears of laughter.
The ninth day was dark. Outside the sun never peeked from behind the clouds and inside the cave, the fire seemed like it didn’t want to burn anymore.
Impal was in his corner, sleeping and wagging his tail left and right, blowing air through his nostrils from time to time and reminding Jared that he wasn’t alone. That he’d never be alone.
The runes had fallen silent a long time ago, even when he tried to talk to them, they never answered.
The only noise in the cave was the crackling of the dying fire, Jensen’s light snores and ragged breathing; sometimes a small whimper escaped him, but that was that.
It was lonely. It was quiet. And Jared loved it.
It was just him and Jensen, even if his friend was more or less asleep all the time, but in the moments when Jensen was awake and coherent… those were the moments Jared loved.
Just him and Jensen.
Even when he himself fell asleep, waking up a short time after with a gasp and his shirt drenched with sweat… it was still only him and Jensen in the cave.
There were no monsters, no Kings, no headless bodies and no fleshless backs.
It was just him and Jensen.
He poked at the fire and placed more wood on it, coughing a little when smoke rose up into the air, swimming before his eyes, before disappearing into nothingness.
“Where are we?”
Jensen’s voice was a shaky whisper, mouth squished to the bear skin, eyes closed tightly shut with remains of sleep and pain.
Jared could see his friend trying to lift up his arms that were lying by his sides, but Jared was there in two long strides, catching them mid air.
“Hey, hey, don’t move.”
“Hurts…”
“I know, but it’s healing… your back. It’s not bleeding anymore, ‘s starting to scar. Looks alright to me and when it’ll fully scar, I’ll fix it, okay?”
“Know you will, just hurts… burns...,” he gasped, “sometimes, just… pulls,” he hissed, “shitshitshit...”
“I know… just go back to sleep.”
“Yeah…”
And Jensen did.
The cave wasn’t anything special, just a cave with moss and fern everywhere, but it was shelter and it warmed up with the fire while the nights outside were freezing. The walls were covered with lush greenery and Jared had heard water dripping somewhere the first minute he had entered the cave and when he found the place, he couldn’t stop drinking it. It was cool down his throat and he was even able to wash his hands.
He had often filled his purse with it and took it back to Jensen, trying to get the man to drink. He did, gulping down the water with such greed every time the purse hit his lips, Jared would’ve thought of it as sin, but… Jensen didn’t have a sinful bone in his body.
The cave was their fortress, hidden from everyone and everything; it had water, it had fire, it was warm and cozy and on the tenth day, Jensen woke up with his eyes clear, his back almost healed.
Jared grinned. Maybe today, the sun would win over the clouds.
“I need to get up, I have to get up.” Jensen squeezed through gritted teeth, moving his arms to push himself up.
“Alright, just… come on, let me help you.”
He gripped his friend under his armpits and pulled him up slowly, sitting Jensen on the bear skin.
“You feel okay?”
“Feel ‘m gonna puke.”
And he did. All over the ground, water and some bread Jared was able to get him to eat, splashed all over the rocky surface.
“Don’t worry about it, come on, lie back down.”
“Sorry.”
The way Jensen looked up at him made Jared want to puke too.
The day went by with the smell of a rabbit cooking over the fire.
“We have to leave.”
“I know.”
“Jensen’re you up for this?”
“We have to get to the lake, I know.”
“Impal… he’ll get us there fast.”
“I know, that horse’s fast as lightning.”
“Yup.”
Jensen chuckled and grimaced when the skin on his back tightened up again: “Remember when I named him?”
“I remember pushing you into the lake.”
“Ha, yeah… but you like the name now.”
“’s okay.”
“Liar.”
“Get some sleep.”
Their bellies were full of rabbit’s stew – which was just water and coked rabbit, but it was food – the fire was burning strong, Impal was outside getting himself some food and Jared sneaked his way under Jensen on the bear skin, getting his friend to lie on top of him, head on chest.
“You alright?” Jensen asked while adjusting his sweaty stomach across Jared’s groin; the fabric of Jared’s pants scratchy on his skin.
“Yeah, ‘m alright.” he whispered.
“You sure?”
“’m sure.”
And he was. With what the runes told him and with Jensen’s warm weight on top of him like this, he was alright.
He was ready to take on anything. Anyone.
He covered Jensen up with his cloak as best as he could and they fell asleep with the fire’s heat all over their bodies, leading them gently into the world of dreams.
And this time, the horrors of the world didn’t find Jared in his dreams. This time, with his right hand in Jensen’s hair and his left one holding the man close to his chest… his dreams were bright and funny.
“You ready to get up today?”
It was the eleventh day, and Jensen looked better. His eyes were green, his skin wasn’t pale anymore, his freckles didn’t stand out anymore, the sweat had dried up on his warm skin.
His back was still a puzzle of wounds that would probably never make a whole picture again, but it looked better. The criss-crossed lines were healing well, some of them already forming nice, healthy scars.
“Yes, yeah let’s try this again.”
“Great, come on.”
Jared stood back, but still close enough just in case Jensen decided to nose dive. But the man was steady on his ass and even steadier on his feet, even if he was hunched over like an old man.
“Can you straighten up?”
“I uh…” he looked up at Jared’s eyes, “‘s gonna hurt ain’t it?”
“Won’t know unless you try.”
He smiled and smiled even wider when he saw Jensen smirk.
“Alright…”
He started to straighten his back, slow movements, praying that the wounds wouldn’t break.
“You’re doing great.”
“’s easy for you to say… “ he panted out and tried to ignore the sweat running into his eyes.
“Yeah well, easy does it.”
Easy really did do it.
“Okay, great, now, I have pants for ya, you think you’ll be able to put them on? I think we should wait a few more days before putting a shirt on ya, but yeah… pants?”
Jensen grinned: “Easy does it, right?”
“Yeah, easy does it.”
Easy really did do it. Again.
Impal was waiting, shifting from leg to leg, nervous and excited about being able to run again.
He was perfectly still when Jared helped Jensen onto his back, and when Jensen fingers stroked his head, he yawned.
“Feels good, huh boy?”
Impal huffed and Jensen laughed.
“You good?” Jared asked while covering Jensen with his cloak, hiding his friend’s body inside of the warm cocoon.
Jensen didn’t nod, he just sank back into Jared’s body, grimacing when his bare back hit the rough fabric of Jared’s shirt and yelled: “Go, Impal, heeya!!”
And Impal ran.
The lake was just as Jared remembered. Huge and beautiful, with a shore where the sand was so white it hurt his eyes, where the tiny pebbles always got so hot they burned his bare feet and the trees surrounding the lake were tall and swinging in the wind.
Jared remembered all the fish that he and Jensen caught when they were kids and ate them raw sitting on boulders on the north side of the lake. He smacked his lips together, remembering the taste. And all the slimy frogs they caught with their bare hands and cooked them over the fire… those were the years.
The lake was home and it would always be home and one day it would be his grave. His and Jensen’s.
He nudged Impal forward, allowing the horse to walk in the shallow water where the blue, cold water met the beach.
The old masters were waiting, lined up along the shore, each wearing a long dark red cloak with a silver leaf holding the two sides together at their necks. Their longswords were hanging by their thighs; long, sharp, powerful, all forged in the fires of Lo’pa, fires that never burned out.
The ends of their cloaks shifted in the fresh wind from the mountains, and they all bowed down when Impal stopped before them.
The sight was family and Jared whispered in Jensen’s ear: “I’m home.”
Jensen nodded: “Yeah, yeah you’re finally home.”
The old masters were born and raised - chosen by destiny herself – to help Jensen with his training; they taught him how to handle a sword, how to throw knives, how to handle the daggers, how to use the bow, how to hunt and track, how to fight with his hands and legs and his whole body, they taught him how to kill with a snap of his fingers.
And they were there for Jared too; to help him how to use his magic, how to see that he is light among all the darkness.
They were old and they were young, and they possessed knowledge of old ages, of an era that had long ago stopped existing, replaced by – as Jared liked to call it – age of gloom.
Jensen had laughed at that one, but he couldn’t hide the fact that Jared was right.
What the land was… was gloom. It was as if it was caught in a never ending eclipse; murkiness that spread like oil all over the land, creeping its way into people, into animals, trees, waters.
But the duskiness never crept into the old masters. They were wise, strong and swift with their minds… they were family and they were warriors that would stand by Jared and Jensen’s side, until their very last breath.
Jared saw that all the men were there, all alive and well. He nodded to them, a greeting without words. They had all survived the attack… no, rescue mission. He would always think of it as rescue mission… at the castle.
One of the masters stepped forward, a young man, not yet thirty and gripped Impal’s reigns.
“You came.”
There was awe in his voice, awe and respect and his eyes were bright blue in the late morning sun.
“We’re here.” Jared said and hopped down from the horse, helping Jensen down too.
“We have been waiting.”
“I know.”
“Do you both wish to rest for a while or…”
“We need today. Tomorrow we can leave.”
“Good, as you wish.”
The man took Impal from them, led the horse to have some water and food, something they both wanted too, but before he could leave, before they all could leave the shore Jared asked: “Who killed Dean Morgan?”
“Me, Sir.”
An older man broke formation and kneeled down before Jared, his red cloak hiding him completely, only a mess of long black hair visible to Jared.
“Ariss, what have I told you?”
“Uh, never to kneel before ya, Sir?”
Jared smiled and placed his hand on Ariss’ shoulder pulling the man up: “Exactly.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You don’t have to call him Sir, either, ya know?”
Jensen said, leaning heavily on Jared’s left side.
“Yes, Sir. I mean yes, alright Jensen, as you say.”
“Good man, now… I want me some beer and some meat.”
“Will bring some right away, Jensen.”
The feast was huge; meat and wine and ale in abundance. It was too much and not enough.
And when it ended… the food started to taste like rotten eggs in Jared’s stomach and he knew it was exactly the same with Jensen.
Dread.
Expectations.
Blood dripping from their longswords; the stench of death and the promise of a better life.
Destiny.
All that and it all rested on them. As it was written.
The cottage that had been Jensen’s home for years was small, but cozy. There was a low bed pushed against a wall, a table with two chairs in the corner and a fireplace in front of which a black cat purred in its sleep.
“Vera, wake up.” Jensen said and the cat raised her head, blinking her sleepy bright green eyes at them.
“Vera,” Jared walked towards her, crouching down to stroke her silky fur, “you been a good girl, kept your eyes on Jensen like I told ya, huh?”
The cat’s purring got louder; I did, magic man, just like you said, I kept my word and I felt you keep yours.
“Yeah, girl, I kept my word.”
Good, good, now I want to go back to sleep; the cat purred into Jared’s mind.
“Sleepy-head.”
‘s the only pleasure I have in life, don’t mess with it; the cat purred and closed her eyes, sinking her claws in Jared’s hand.
“Okay, alright, jeez, grumpy are we?”
“Oh man, are you talking to the cat again?”
“Erm, no.”
Jensen rolled his eyes. Jared and his animals. He was dreading the day when the magic in Jared would become so strong that his friend would be able to talk to Impal… because he just knew Impal would be just as talkative as Jared.
All those long rides and the two of them chit chatting away…
… shit.
“Hey, me and Impal will never ignore you.”
“What?”
Was Jared reading his mind now?
“It’s all over your face… what you were thinking… so yeah.”
Jensen groaned. Gods help him.
It was almost midnight and sleep was something they both needed, but there was something that Jensen needed more. Something they both needed more than sleep.
Jared whispered: “You ready?” and stepped closer to where Jensen was looking down at the bed, covered with rabbit skins. Warm and fluffy. He smiled and nodded lying down on his stomach, putting his scarred back to Jared’s eyes.
When Jared’s fingers touched the first scar, Jensen jumped up and groaned. It felt… good. It felt right. It felt like he was invincible.
“Feels good?”
“Mhm…”
Jared put his finger on a scar he found to be the easiest to see… a long scar running from Jensen’s right shoulder blade all the way down to his left side.
“This one’s a long one.”
“Leave it.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, leave it.”
“Alright.”
He found another scar and ran his finger down it, all the way down to Jensen’s lower back, feeling the man shudder.
He left nothing but smooth, warm skin behind.
“Feels alright?”
“Yeah.”
Jensen moaned.
Jared grinned.
When all the scars were healed, except for the longest of them, the one who would remind them of what they did and what they needed to do, when Jensen’s back was nothing but silky smooth skin just like it had been… before, Jared was hard as a rock and Jensen wasn’t any better.
Jared lowered himself down, becoming a blanket for Jensen’s naked body, rubbing his hard cock in the space between Jensen’s ass cheeks… promising, taunting.
He whispered into Jensen’s ear: “Wanna get inside you…” a lick across Jensen’s nape, “wanna feel you,” a kiss on the side of his neck, “… just wanna push myself inside you and never get out.”
The head of his dick caught on the rim of his friend’s hole, making Jensen tense up: “No!”
“Shh, I won’t, I won’t hurt you like that, I promise. I’ll take my time with you. Take tonight, hmm?”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“And hey, tomorrow Jensen…tomorrow we’ll ride out… go into battle. And we’ll win. I promise.”
Jensen moaned and closed his eyes, relaxing his body into the rabbit skins, sinking his mind into the soft caresses of Jared’s hands and tongue and calming down his racing heart, because there was no fear in him anymore. Not with Jared there.
Not with Jared always keeping his promises.
They could do this. Save the land. Save its people. Together, they could do anything. They would be the storm coming 'cross the hills.
The End.
P.S.1 THAT IS WHERE THE STORY ENDS, BUT I WROTE AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING OR WELL MORE LIKE AN ENDING AFTER THE OFFICIAL ENDING. IF YOU WANNA READ, BUT IF NOT THAT'S TOTALLY FINE TOO. :) BUT BE WARNED, IT'S A BITTER-SWEET ENDING! IF THAT MAKES SENSE!? :) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND IT'S YOUR CHOICE IF YOU READ IT OR NOT! :) HIGHLIGHT HERE ::::When Jared’s old and wrinkled body hit the bottom of the lake, his gray hair spreading over the muddy ground, the sand waited a second for Jensen to join him, falling slowly on top of his friend, in a lovers embrace… and then the mud lifted and covered them both, hiding them from the warm sunny days and warm nights and the new beautiful age that had arrived.
P.S.2 'vera' is a Slovene word for 'faith' :)
P.S.3 Thank you everyone so much for reading and commenting and sticking with me & the story until the end! *hugs you all* :)))
CHAPTER 6
Author: soncnica
Rating: R, G, idk
Genre/Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Wordcount: cca 3.600 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 7
Jared sat on the hard ground by Jensen’s left side, his knees drawn up and spread wide; he had his elbows on his knees, keeping his arms supported while he cleaned the whip he had used on his friend… getting rid of all the blood that had dried up on its lash.
It was a job he’d done a thousand times before; cloth clutched tightly in his hand, moving it down… always down towards the tip. The mechanics of it were soothing his mind, made him leap into a world of his own, a world where there was only one thing he had to do. Move the cloth down.
There was no destiny, no prophecy, no war, no battles; no darkness… nothing else existed, but his whip and the cloth.
You did right; the runes glowing white on the whip’s handle whispered to him in a thousand voices…
… you did what had been written a long time ago and now it is done.
He shook his head: “Yeah, ’s done.”
Yes it was done. He had spilled the blood of a warrior that would free the people who had lived under hands of tyrants for centuries; he had spilled the blood onto the land that now got a taste of the man who would save it. He had done his part.
And now there was no turning back, because destiny called for them to saddle up, grip their swords, daggers and bows and go free the country and its people from Kings who ruled with chopped heads on spears by their sides.
All that was keeping him from doing exactly that, was Jensen not waking up.
He just wanted Jensen to wake up.
They had been in the cave for a week now. Seven days of Jensen yelling in his sleep for Jared, seven days of feverish mumblings coming from his friend’s mouth, seven days of watching Jensen’s back turning into red scars, seven days of holding Jensen’s arms so that the man didn’t turn on his back.
Seven days of pure torture.
He sighed and returned to cleaning his whip.
How do you feel, magic man; the runes asked him.
He startled for a second, lost in his own thoughts when the voices in his head - so familiar, but not Jensen’s – appeared. He looked down at the whip’s handle and saw the runes shine bright blue. He snorted and moved the wet cloth softly down towards the end of the whip again.
“I feel… conflicted?”
There was no point in lying to the runes, or concealing the truth in a million of complicated sentences. They would always come to the bottom of things eventually.
Explain to us; the runes asked.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, hitting Jensen’s thigh with the back of his head, feeling the muscle there tense and then relax, as if Jensen know who was touching him.
“I know that I had to do this,” he spoke up to the cave’s ceiling, “I was trained for this, born for this, I just… I should’ve hated it, but I… liked it.”
Yes, we understand magic man; the runes whispered.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
Magic man, you were born for this, trained, you had to like it, otherwise you wouldn’t have done it; the runes shone bright white again.
“So, so me liking it… that’s not me, I mean, not who I am. I just liked it, because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have done it? I don’t unde…”
Yes magic man, you had to like it, or else you wouldn’t have done it, destiny, magic man, made you pure, out of light, she knew what she was doing; the runes shone green.
“So, what you’re saying is that what I feel, the way I liked it, that’s not who I am, but just destiny’s way of making me do this?”
Yes, magic man; the runes laughed; are you of slow mind, magic man?
Jared scoffed: “Pfft, no, I’m just trying to understand.”
Yes, magic man, we understand; the runes said.
“I liked it, I did… whipping people, whipping Jensen… but destiny made me do it, made me like it… I don’t… I don’t like it anymore.”
Magic man, your soul is pure light; the runes said.
Jared leaned forward, covered his face with his free hand and breathed out: “’m not evil?”
You are light; the runes said.
“I feel evil.”
Destiny can be evil; the runes said.
He started to laugh out loud, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside of him, some place where he always stuffed everything he ever thought or felt and now, now that the runes told him the truth, he let it all bubble out to the surface.
What is so funny, magic man; the runes asked.
“’s just… I thought all these years that I was evil for enjoying hurting people like that, but you tell me it was because destiny’s an evil bitch.”
He laughed himself to sleep and pretended that the tears that ran down his cheeks were just tears of laughter.
The ninth day was dark. Outside the sun never peeked from behind the clouds and inside the cave, the fire seemed like it didn’t want to burn anymore.
Impal was in his corner, sleeping and wagging his tail left and right, blowing air through his nostrils from time to time and reminding Jared that he wasn’t alone. That he’d never be alone.
The runes had fallen silent a long time ago, even when he tried to talk to them, they never answered.
The only noise in the cave was the crackling of the dying fire, Jensen’s light snores and ragged breathing; sometimes a small whimper escaped him, but that was that.
It was lonely. It was quiet. And Jared loved it.
It was just him and Jensen, even if his friend was more or less asleep all the time, but in the moments when Jensen was awake and coherent… those were the moments Jared loved.
Just him and Jensen.
Even when he himself fell asleep, waking up a short time after with a gasp and his shirt drenched with sweat… it was still only him and Jensen in the cave.
There were no monsters, no Kings, no headless bodies and no fleshless backs.
It was just him and Jensen.
He poked at the fire and placed more wood on it, coughing a little when smoke rose up into the air, swimming before his eyes, before disappearing into nothingness.
“Where are we?”
Jensen’s voice was a shaky whisper, mouth squished to the bear skin, eyes closed tightly shut with remains of sleep and pain.
Jared could see his friend trying to lift up his arms that were lying by his sides, but Jared was there in two long strides, catching them mid air.
“Hey, hey, don’t move.”
“Hurts…”
“I know, but it’s healing… your back. It’s not bleeding anymore, ‘s starting to scar. Looks alright to me and when it’ll fully scar, I’ll fix it, okay?”
“Know you will, just hurts… burns...,” he gasped, “sometimes, just… pulls,” he hissed, “shitshitshit...”
“I know… just go back to sleep.”
“Yeah…”
And Jensen did.
The cave wasn’t anything special, just a cave with moss and fern everywhere, but it was shelter and it warmed up with the fire while the nights outside were freezing. The walls were covered with lush greenery and Jared had heard water dripping somewhere the first minute he had entered the cave and when he found the place, he couldn’t stop drinking it. It was cool down his throat and he was even able to wash his hands.
He had often filled his purse with it and took it back to Jensen, trying to get the man to drink. He did, gulping down the water with such greed every time the purse hit his lips, Jared would’ve thought of it as sin, but… Jensen didn’t have a sinful bone in his body.
The cave was their fortress, hidden from everyone and everything; it had water, it had fire, it was warm and cozy and on the tenth day, Jensen woke up with his eyes clear, his back almost healed.
Jared grinned. Maybe today, the sun would win over the clouds.
“I need to get up, I have to get up.” Jensen squeezed through gritted teeth, moving his arms to push himself up.
“Alright, just… come on, let me help you.”
He gripped his friend under his armpits and pulled him up slowly, sitting Jensen on the bear skin.
“You feel okay?”
“Feel ‘m gonna puke.”
And he did. All over the ground, water and some bread Jared was able to get him to eat, splashed all over the rocky surface.
“Don’t worry about it, come on, lie back down.”
“Sorry.”
The way Jensen looked up at him made Jared want to puke too.
The day went by with the smell of a rabbit cooking over the fire.
“We have to leave.”
“I know.”
“Jensen’re you up for this?”
“We have to get to the lake, I know.”
“Impal… he’ll get us there fast.”
“I know, that horse’s fast as lightning.”
“Yup.”
Jensen chuckled and grimaced when the skin on his back tightened up again: “Remember when I named him?”
“I remember pushing you into the lake.”
“Ha, yeah… but you like the name now.”
“’s okay.”
“Liar.”
“Get some sleep.”
Their bellies were full of rabbit’s stew – which was just water and coked rabbit, but it was food – the fire was burning strong, Impal was outside getting himself some food and Jared sneaked his way under Jensen on the bear skin, getting his friend to lie on top of him, head on chest.
“You alright?” Jensen asked while adjusting his sweaty stomach across Jared’s groin; the fabric of Jared’s pants scratchy on his skin.
“Yeah, ‘m alright.” he whispered.
“You sure?”
“’m sure.”
And he was. With what the runes told him and with Jensen’s warm weight on top of him like this, he was alright.
He was ready to take on anything. Anyone.
He covered Jensen up with his cloak as best as he could and they fell asleep with the fire’s heat all over their bodies, leading them gently into the world of dreams.
And this time, the horrors of the world didn’t find Jared in his dreams. This time, with his right hand in Jensen’s hair and his left one holding the man close to his chest… his dreams were bright and funny.
“You ready to get up today?”
It was the eleventh day, and Jensen looked better. His eyes were green, his skin wasn’t pale anymore, his freckles didn’t stand out anymore, the sweat had dried up on his warm skin.
His back was still a puzzle of wounds that would probably never make a whole picture again, but it looked better. The criss-crossed lines were healing well, some of them already forming nice, healthy scars.
“Yes, yeah let’s try this again.”
“Great, come on.”
Jared stood back, but still close enough just in case Jensen decided to nose dive. But the man was steady on his ass and even steadier on his feet, even if he was hunched over like an old man.
“Can you straighten up?”
“I uh…” he looked up at Jared’s eyes, “‘s gonna hurt ain’t it?”
“Won’t know unless you try.”
He smiled and smiled even wider when he saw Jensen smirk.
“Alright…”
He started to straighten his back, slow movements, praying that the wounds wouldn’t break.
“You’re doing great.”
“’s easy for you to say… “ he panted out and tried to ignore the sweat running into his eyes.
“Yeah well, easy does it.”
Easy really did do it.
“Okay, great, now, I have pants for ya, you think you’ll be able to put them on? I think we should wait a few more days before putting a shirt on ya, but yeah… pants?”
Jensen grinned: “Easy does it, right?”
“Yeah, easy does it.”
Easy really did do it. Again.
Impal was waiting, shifting from leg to leg, nervous and excited about being able to run again.
He was perfectly still when Jared helped Jensen onto his back, and when Jensen fingers stroked his head, he yawned.
“Feels good, huh boy?”
Impal huffed and Jensen laughed.
“You good?” Jared asked while covering Jensen with his cloak, hiding his friend’s body inside of the warm cocoon.
Jensen didn’t nod, he just sank back into Jared’s body, grimacing when his bare back hit the rough fabric of Jared’s shirt and yelled: “Go, Impal, heeya!!”
And Impal ran.
The lake was just as Jared remembered. Huge and beautiful, with a shore where the sand was so white it hurt his eyes, where the tiny pebbles always got so hot they burned his bare feet and the trees surrounding the lake were tall and swinging in the wind.
Jared remembered all the fish that he and Jensen caught when they were kids and ate them raw sitting on boulders on the north side of the lake. He smacked his lips together, remembering the taste. And all the slimy frogs they caught with their bare hands and cooked them over the fire… those were the years.
The lake was home and it would always be home and one day it would be his grave. His and Jensen’s.
He nudged Impal forward, allowing the horse to walk in the shallow water where the blue, cold water met the beach.
The old masters were waiting, lined up along the shore, each wearing a long dark red cloak with a silver leaf holding the two sides together at their necks. Their longswords were hanging by their thighs; long, sharp, powerful, all forged in the fires of Lo’pa, fires that never burned out.
The ends of their cloaks shifted in the fresh wind from the mountains, and they all bowed down when Impal stopped before them.
The sight was family and Jared whispered in Jensen’s ear: “I’m home.”
Jensen nodded: “Yeah, yeah you’re finally home.”
The old masters were born and raised - chosen by destiny herself – to help Jensen with his training; they taught him how to handle a sword, how to throw knives, how to handle the daggers, how to use the bow, how to hunt and track, how to fight with his hands and legs and his whole body, they taught him how to kill with a snap of his fingers.
And they were there for Jared too; to help him how to use his magic, how to see that he is light among all the darkness.
They were old and they were young, and they possessed knowledge of old ages, of an era that had long ago stopped existing, replaced by – as Jared liked to call it – age of gloom.
Jensen had laughed at that one, but he couldn’t hide the fact that Jared was right.
What the land was… was gloom. It was as if it was caught in a never ending eclipse; murkiness that spread like oil all over the land, creeping its way into people, into animals, trees, waters.
But the duskiness never crept into the old masters. They were wise, strong and swift with their minds… they were family and they were warriors that would stand by Jared and Jensen’s side, until their very last breath.
Jared saw that all the men were there, all alive and well. He nodded to them, a greeting without words. They had all survived the attack… no, rescue mission. He would always think of it as rescue mission… at the castle.
One of the masters stepped forward, a young man, not yet thirty and gripped Impal’s reigns.
“You came.”
There was awe in his voice, awe and respect and his eyes were bright blue in the late morning sun.
“We’re here.” Jared said and hopped down from the horse, helping Jensen down too.
“We have been waiting.”
“I know.”
“Do you both wish to rest for a while or…”
“We need today. Tomorrow we can leave.”
“Good, as you wish.”
The man took Impal from them, led the horse to have some water and food, something they both wanted too, but before he could leave, before they all could leave the shore Jared asked: “Who killed Dean Morgan?”
“Me, Sir.”
An older man broke formation and kneeled down before Jared, his red cloak hiding him completely, only a mess of long black hair visible to Jared.
“Ariss, what have I told you?”
“Uh, never to kneel before ya, Sir?”
Jared smiled and placed his hand on Ariss’ shoulder pulling the man up: “Exactly.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You don’t have to call him Sir, either, ya know?”
Jensen said, leaning heavily on Jared’s left side.
“Yes, Sir. I mean yes, alright Jensen, as you say.”
“Good man, now… I want me some beer and some meat.”
“Will bring some right away, Jensen.”
The feast was huge; meat and wine and ale in abundance. It was too much and not enough.
And when it ended… the food started to taste like rotten eggs in Jared’s stomach and he knew it was exactly the same with Jensen.
Dread.
Expectations.
Blood dripping from their longswords; the stench of death and the promise of a better life.
Destiny.
All that and it all rested on them. As it was written.
The cottage that had been Jensen’s home for years was small, but cozy. There was a low bed pushed against a wall, a table with two chairs in the corner and a fireplace in front of which a black cat purred in its sleep.
“Vera, wake up.” Jensen said and the cat raised her head, blinking her sleepy bright green eyes at them.
“Vera,” Jared walked towards her, crouching down to stroke her silky fur, “you been a good girl, kept your eyes on Jensen like I told ya, huh?”
The cat’s purring got louder; I did, magic man, just like you said, I kept my word and I felt you keep yours.
“Yeah, girl, I kept my word.”
Good, good, now I want to go back to sleep; the cat purred into Jared’s mind.
“Sleepy-head.”
‘s the only pleasure I have in life, don’t mess with it; the cat purred and closed her eyes, sinking her claws in Jared’s hand.
“Okay, alright, jeez, grumpy are we?”
“Oh man, are you talking to the cat again?”
“Erm, no.”
Jensen rolled his eyes. Jared and his animals. He was dreading the day when the magic in Jared would become so strong that his friend would be able to talk to Impal… because he just knew Impal would be just as talkative as Jared.
All those long rides and the two of them chit chatting away…
… shit.
“Hey, me and Impal will never ignore you.”
“What?”
Was Jared reading his mind now?
“It’s all over your face… what you were thinking… so yeah.”
Jensen groaned. Gods help him.
It was almost midnight and sleep was something they both needed, but there was something that Jensen needed more. Something they both needed more than sleep.
Jared whispered: “You ready?” and stepped closer to where Jensen was looking down at the bed, covered with rabbit skins. Warm and fluffy. He smiled and nodded lying down on his stomach, putting his scarred back to Jared’s eyes.
When Jared’s fingers touched the first scar, Jensen jumped up and groaned. It felt… good. It felt right. It felt like he was invincible.
“Feels good?”
“Mhm…”
Jared put his finger on a scar he found to be the easiest to see… a long scar running from Jensen’s right shoulder blade all the way down to his left side.
“This one’s a long one.”
“Leave it.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, leave it.”
“Alright.”
He found another scar and ran his finger down it, all the way down to Jensen’s lower back, feeling the man shudder.
He left nothing but smooth, warm skin behind.
“Feels alright?”
“Yeah.”
Jensen moaned.
Jared grinned.
When all the scars were healed, except for the longest of them, the one who would remind them of what they did and what they needed to do, when Jensen’s back was nothing but silky smooth skin just like it had been… before, Jared was hard as a rock and Jensen wasn’t any better.
Jared lowered himself down, becoming a blanket for Jensen’s naked body, rubbing his hard cock in the space between Jensen’s ass cheeks… promising, taunting.
He whispered into Jensen’s ear: “Wanna get inside you…” a lick across Jensen’s nape, “wanna feel you,” a kiss on the side of his neck, “… just wanna push myself inside you and never get out.”
The head of his dick caught on the rim of his friend’s hole, making Jensen tense up: “No!”
“Shh, I won’t, I won’t hurt you like that, I promise. I’ll take my time with you. Take tonight, hmm?”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“And hey, tomorrow Jensen…tomorrow we’ll ride out… go into battle. And we’ll win. I promise.”
Jensen moaned and closed his eyes, relaxing his body into the rabbit skins, sinking his mind into the soft caresses of Jared’s hands and tongue and calming down his racing heart, because there was no fear in him anymore. Not with Jared there.
Not with Jared always keeping his promises.
They could do this. Save the land. Save its people. Together, they could do anything. They would be the storm coming 'cross the hills.
The End.
P.S.1 THAT IS WHERE THE STORY ENDS, BUT I WROTE AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING OR WELL MORE LIKE AN ENDING AFTER THE OFFICIAL ENDING. IF YOU WANNA READ, BUT IF NOT THAT'S TOTALLY FINE TOO. :) BUT BE WARNED, IT'S A BITTER-SWEET ENDING! IF THAT MAKES SENSE!? :) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND IT'S YOUR CHOICE IF YOU READ IT OR NOT! :) HIGHLIGHT HERE ::::
P.S.2 'vera' is a Slovene word for 'faith' :)
P.S.3 Thank you everyone so much for reading and commenting and sticking with me & the story until the end! *hugs you all* :)))
CHAPTER 6
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Date: 2011-11-17 10:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-17 10:04 am (UTC)thank you for reading! ah, yeah I just wanted to whip Jensen and then this whole crappy plot came to me and yeah...... :)
and ROFL yeah destiny can be a bitch. :)))))
thank you so much for commenting :)
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Date: 2011-11-17 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-17 11:16 am (UTC)S.
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Date: 2011-11-17 12:02 pm (UTC)thanks
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Date: 2011-11-17 12:05 pm (UTC)thank you! :) for reading and liking and commenting :)
yes, them together as it was destined :)
thank you!!!
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Date: 2011-11-17 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-17 05:10 pm (UTC)awwwwwww LOL, 's okay, as long as that makes sense in your head, it's good enough for me :))))) *beams*
thank you so much for reading and for leaving such an awesome comment :)))))
now I'm off to write more stories :)))))
thank you!!!!
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Date: 2011-11-17 06:59 pm (UTC)Awww, the alternative ending. I'll just pretend as if I hadn't read it. I mean, I love bittersweet endings (ohhh, and the two of them together at the bottom of that lake definitely falls in this caterogy *sniffs*)...for me they live forever, together in that cottage, having wild and sweaty sex.
THANK YOU!! for writing whipped!Jensen, I don't even know why it is such a big kink for me. And the setting you put this scenario in was awesome :) (And I won't badger you for a sequel or a timestamp...nope I won't...seriously...oh god, please stop me now...sooooo, sequel??)
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Date: 2011-11-18 10:17 am (UTC)I did warn ya.... but I just love the idea of them both being together even like that, ya know!? :))) it's bitter and it's sweet :)))))
LMAO ... NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! no sequels and no timestamps and nooooooooo.. please God no *cries*
and yeah whipped!Jensen is a kink... a bad, bad, bad one but oh so awesome one too LOL :)))))
thank you so much for reading and for you awesome comments :)
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Date: 2011-11-17 09:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-18 10:15 am (UTC)thank you!! :))))) mmmm yeah I wanted to just write a story where Jensen was whipped and then PLOT HAPPENED!!! LOL.... thank you for liking it.... :)))))))))
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Date: 2011-11-18 02:45 am (UTC)(my happy ending ^^)
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Date: 2011-11-18 10:14 am (UTC)thank you for reading! :)
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Date: 2011-11-18 11:46 am (UTC)You've done a GREAT job!
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Date: 2011-11-18 11:48 am (UTC)thank you so much!! so glad you liked this! :))))
*hugs*
now I'm on my way to write more stories!! :)
thank you so much!!!
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Date: 2011-11-19 10:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-19 10:38 am (UTC)yeah idk, my brain can not write a simple whipping fic without sneaking in some crappy plot! :)))
thank you so much for reading and commenting and ... just thank you! :))))
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Date: 2011-11-23 08:59 pm (UTC)I loved the guys meeting Jared's family back at the Lake it felt right and it just added to whole feeling of the importance of the prophecy.
And Jared healing Jensen, and the whole scene after just wow! Along with Jensen realizing that Jared is happily chatting away to the animals, way too cute.
I just adored this and I'm sorry to see these guys go I'll miss them and I loved the other ending as well, thank you for sharing this with us.
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Date: 2011-11-24 09:24 am (UTC)yeah destiny is an evil bitch... grrr, but she did prepare the boys as best as she could, gave them all they needed to go on their way, so in some sense she was a good bitch :)
I love those old masters, they gave it their all and they will stand by the boys in the long, long battles ahead.. they are family and the lake is home :)
oh man, I mean we all know what Jared is like with animals so yeah... and I can just imagine the horrors Jensen will have to face when Jared will start talking to Impal... heheehehe... :) they will gang up against Jensen.. aww the poor boy :)
I'm sorry to see these two go too, I kinda like them.. but.. never say never, right!? maybe some scene will come to me and I'll write more or something... maybe :)
thank you so much for reading this, it really means a lot to me :)
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Date: 2012-10-07 08:14 pm (UTC)There's only one word for describing your story: Awesome. Great. Or maybe brilliant. Stunning... Now I know: Intriguing.
Damn. Need a bigger dictionary.
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Date: 2012-10-07 08:17 pm (UTC)I'm really happy that you liked this.. because it wasn't really what you were looking for, right?! :))) and you read it in like... omg, without breaks... :O I think I adore you! :)))
LOL, your dictionary is perfect! :))
*squee*
thank you, thank you! :) for taking your time and for reading and leaving comments! :))) means a lot to me! :)
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Date: 2012-10-07 08:42 pm (UTC)And of course without breaks (just a tiny one, had to kiss the kid good night).
And now please some more adoration. Thank you.
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Date: 2012-10-09 10:04 am (UTC)S.