Un-Freakin'-Believable

Title: Un-Freakin'-Believable 20/43
Author: Blazon Paradox
Pairings/Characters: Jensen/Jared, Tommy/Mikey side noted
Rating: R
Word Count: 1109
Spoilers: None- AU
Warnings: M-Preg
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit from this stuff. If I did own them... I would still be here writing stories about them, I would just include pictures.
Summary: Jensen and Jared spend a whirlwind drunken night together... This is the aftermath.

Chapter Twenty

I never thought this story would get so huge. For that I thank you. All of you have made that happen. I love you all so much.

Specially you, May. You are the reason that this fic was ever created. So all of the fans, me included, thank you for the epic awesomeness that is you and your constant excistance. Love you, sweets!

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Jensen was in a panic, this couldn’t be happening. He could feel his hands shaking on the wheel of the tundra.

Chris had shown up on set- Why the hell had he done that? And Jensen had booked. There was no way he was going to risk Chris and Jared talking. No way, no how. He’d walked down to Chris’s car and settled in the passenger’s seat, not letting him say a damn word until the doors were closed and locked. Even then, Chris seemed like he couldn’t speak.

“I want to tell Jay what-”

“No.” Jensen interrupted. “No, Chris.”

“Jen, it was all my fault, but he should know-”

“Chris, I said no.”

Jensen couldn’t keep the smile off is face. Sure, he and Jared had been arguing for a few weeks about Chad, but that was mostly because he was a dick. He as in he himself. He just couldn’t get over the fact that Chad was such a douche bag and Jared was fine with it.

“Well, Chad’s an idiot,” Jared sighed, “But that doesn’t mean that once he understood what was going on that he didn’t feel bad for it.”

“Not the point, Jared,” Jensen had shook his head. And it wasn’t. Chad had tried to make it seem like Jared and/or Jensen’s relationship was a big fucking joke or something. Hell, he’d even gotten Chris to believe that it was a joke. And that was what pissed him off more- his best fucking friend thinking that this was just a fucking joke.

He shook his head. Today, it didn’t matter. Jared had said that he would cut Chad out of his life if that’s what was needed to make this work. And he shouldn’t have to do that, shouldn’t have had to offer to do that. Jensen knew that now. And by damn, he was going to make this better. He was going to go home and make this better, he would find a way.

He pulled out his keys, climbing out of the truck. He opened the door and couldn’t help but smile as he heard Jared’s laughter echoing through the house.

“Hey girl,” Jensen murmured as he knelt to scratch behind her ears. Jay’s dogs had taken an immediate liking to him that increased ten-fold when he moved in, but normally Harley was the one that he had to worry about when he got home, big damn dog jumping all the hell over him. “Where’s Harley?” he asked, and she looked at him with giant eyes. Almost as if apologizing…

He felt his brow furrow and he stood, taking a step towards the living room. Sadie gave a soft bark and then tugged on the back of his coat. “Sadie,” he was shocked, “Knock it off, girl.”

She gave a sad little growl, but released him. He took another step foreword, and saw why. Damn dog loved him more than he knew.

Chad was on his damn couch. Laughing. With Jared.

No. Nonononono. This was not how tonight was supposed to go.

“Jen!” Jared cried in surprise, shoving off the couch.

Jensen shook his head and backed away.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Jared said, trying again to get off his couch.

Jensen spun on his heal, and hurried to his Toyota. “Jensen, wait!” Chad called, grabbing Jensen’s shoulder as he pulled the door open.

Jensen spun, and using the momentum of his turn, slammed his fist into Chad’s face. “Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”

He drove, no destination in mind, but the next thing he knew, he was at a bar. Just so happened to be the bar where Chris was doing a show.

“I’ll be back after the break,” Chris said as soon as he saw him in the doorway.

“I… Need you, man,” Jensen said, trying to erase the image of Chad’s hand on Jared’s knee. “I know things have been fucked up between us-”

“You let them get fucked up,” Chris said, but he said it with a smile so Jensen knew that he was just kidding, and he knew things were okay again…

Chris left then, didn’t tell anyone where he was going, or that he was even, and Jensen didn’t even notice until he was so pissed that he couldn’t stand straight. How many damn beers had he had exactly?

He was laughing hysterically at… Something, and then all of a sudden realized that he was crying.

Fucking crying. Like a damn girl.

“Make it stop hurting,” he begged. And Chris’s lips descended on his. He shoved him away, “What’re you doing?”

“Making the hurt stop.” Chris murmured, and kissed him again…

The next morning all he could remember was a haze… But it all came back in a snap as he realized the sheet that was tangled around his bare body was in Chris’s hotel room.

Chris was passed out next to him with a blissed out smile on his face. He roughly shoved his supposed best friend’s shoulder, and Chris tumbled to the floor.

“Jen? Wh-?”

“This never happened,” Jensen growled, voice low and dangerous. “And no one else is ever going to hear about it ever a-fucking-gain. Are we clear?” Chris nodded. “Good. Because a friend? Wouldn’t have done this, Christian. I don’t want to see you again. And if I change my mind? I’ll call you.” Jensen stood on shaky hang-over legs. “Don’t expect that call, Kane.”

And Jensen had remained true to his word. Never had he called him, never had he dialed the number and disconnected the call before it even started…

But the thing was, that night… The wedge that Chad had pushed between him and Jared… There was just no way that Jensen could talk to Jared now, there was no way that he could try and make things right now. Jensen hadn’t meant to let the break-up that Chad had implicated take hold. But there was no way that Jensen could just waltz into Jared’s arms again and not think about how he didn’t deserve the man…

He laid his head against the wheel as he stopped at a red light. Why had Chris shown up on set? Why had he shattered what was already broken? Would anything ever be whole again?