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he’s resting
he’s on an iced coffee break
WC 1000
Warnings: kidnapping, hospitals, EMTs, police activity, emotions, hurt!Jensen
Summary- Jensen is kidnapped, and he has to figure out why.
AN- I think the gif matches perfectly.
It’s dark. Really dark. Smells like dust and three bathrooms. I sneezed. Just get me back to my family, please.
A bag was ripped off of Jensen’s head. He was delirious and exhausted, wanting to fight but not having the energy. He wiggled and felt himself tied to his seat.
“Hi, I’m… Chuck,” the guy said, the corners of his mouth turning upward.
Six feet, curly brown hair, mustache, dimple on his chin, calcium spot on his tooth, Jensen noted quickly.
“Right…” the actor huffed.
Jensen felt his face burning and the man’s fist withdrawing from his face.
“Ow,” he whispered.
“Oh, did I hurt Little Dean Winchester? Too bad.”
“You realize I am not Dean, right?” Jensen tried the tension of the zip tie handcuffs behind his back.
“I need you, Winchester.” The man circled Jensen. “I am fighting these monsters, and I need help,” he said, determined.
“You are a monster!” Jensen growled. “Do you kidnap people for fun?”
“Nope. Well, not usually,” the man smirked. “There is a ghoul I need help with.”
“Those aren’t real, asshat. Look, just let me go and-”
Jensen felt another warm spot on his face.
“No. You and your pretty face are going to help me find this thing.”
“I’m not Dean. I can’t help you.” Jensen tried the zip ties again. The chair is old and rickety, he noted. “What do you want? Really.”
“You’re smart. A smart man.” The kidnapper ryely smiled at Jensen.
“I did win the spelling bee in fourth grade,” he grinned.
“I already sent a note to your family. One hundred thousand. That’s all I’m asking.”
“Dollars?! That’s crazy!”
“Shhh.” The man put his own finger to Jensen’s lips. It took all the seated man had not to bite the predator’s finger off. “Say hello to the family!” The creep moved out of Jensen’s line of sight so that he saw a camera with a red light above the lens.
“Don’t give this guy anything! I’ll be fine-” Jensen felt a shove, and he landed on the dirt floor, out of frame of the camera.
“Pay up, fam!” ‘Chuck’ yelled and then turned it off, the red light disappearing.
A FEW HOURS LATER
“Dude, I gotta piss.” Jensen leaned his head to one side and then the other, hearing cracks on both sides.
“Then go. You aren’t leaving that chair until they give me what I want.”
“I am going to find a way out of here. Like you said, I’m Dean Win-”
Jensen was interrupted by a door being kicked open, and many stomping feet coming down the stairs.
“Freeze!”
Jensen looked over his shoulder from the ground to see men and women in black uniforms with guns drawn on Chuck.
The man stopped and sighed, putting his hands in the air.
“Until next time, Ackles.” He chuckled and was escorted out of the room.
“Jensen!”
Jensen was lifted to an upright position as he noticed his police friend in front of him.
“Diaz. Oh, thank the angels,” the tied-up man grinned.
“You hurt, man?”
“My shoulder. Been lying on it for hours. Head hurts. Probably bonked it when he pushed me over. How did you find me?” Jensen felt the tension at his wrists and ankles let up. He slowly moved his hands to his lap. “Ow! Shit.”
“Don’t move your arms. Your shoulder doesn’t look like it should, bud. Let the EMTs look at you, okay? And you are going to the hospital no matter what, you hear me? Don’t be your usual stubborn asshat, ‘kay?” Diaz ruffled Jensen’s hair. “You’re safe now.”
“Sir, please don’t move your upper body. We may ask you to stand, but only do it when we say. Your body has been through a lot, and we don’t want to make it worse,” an EMT shoved an oxygen mask on his nose and looped the attached elastic piece behind his head.
“Okay.”
“And no talking. Keeps the oxygen flowing properly.”
Jensen nodded, realizing how tired he was. His eyes started to droop.
“Stay awake, sir. We gotta get your head checked before you can take a nap.”
“My babies. Can you check on my kids at the house? My address is-”
“Authorities are there and your wife is flying home from her trip. They are fine, Ackles,” Diaz came back into Jensen’s view. “I was there myself. YN has it covered.”
“Thank…” Jensen nodded off.
“Ackles! Wake your ass up before I call the kids to yell at you to behave yourself.” The officer whispered into his ear, realizing he couldn’t shake him for his injuries. “He’s gonna fall over. Where is the gurney?” Diaz looked to the EMT.
“On its way, sir.”
The next thing Jensen knew, he was waking up in a recovery room.
“Dad!” His nineteen year-old daughter gasped and hovered over him before he could blink.
“YN…” he whispered.
“Shh. Rest your voice. And before you ask, no, I didn’t send that shithead any money, and Mom is flying home. Oh, Dad. I was so scared. The little kids don’t know anything. Diaz came over and pretended the officers came over for an impromptu police party or something. Everyone is okay,” she rambled. Jensen smiled, happy that his daughter answered all of his questions before he even asked them. “The kids are with Gen and Jared now. Oh, Dad. I love you so much. I was scared.”
“Come here, lean down,” he groaned as he adjusted in the bed. As she bent over, he kissed her cheek. “I’m okay.”
“I know.” YN smiled sadly. “Doc says you have to take the next eight weeks to recuperate. Shoulder and ribs are broken on your right side from when he-” a lump caught in her throat. “When he knocked you to the ground.” She finished her statement. “But you’ll be just fine.” YN smiled widely this time.
“Thanks. Thanks for saving me.”
“Huh?” She arched her brow.
“All I could think about were my babies. I missed you so much.”
“Please don’t ever scare me like that again, Dad.” YN took his hand that lied beside his ribs.
“Never again, promise.”
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Just a Pride month reminder that The CW can go fuck themselves.
They baited us along for about a decade, and ended the show with no gratification.
Making Cas’ love for Dean is NOT, I repeat, NOT making Destiel canon, and does NOT satisfy.
Destiel is NOT canon- we in the LGBTQIA+ community have just been taken advantage of for years.
Stay pissed, my friends! ✌
I wanted to say that I’m proud of you, and you’re doing great. No matter what, you will always matter, and if things seem impossible or too lost in the dark, I know there’s still a spark in you- it may just be a tiny ember, but even if all you did or do today is open your eyes, I am your loudest cheerleader, fucking rooting for you
Guy if you love Sherlock then go follow my other blog that’s dedicated to Sherlock Holmes (BBC)!!!! The name of the blog is i-sher-am-locked555
Guys you should really follow my Sherlock blog all the rules for this blog are the same over there accept it’s all about Sherlock
