spn-j2-bigbang: Compulsion Part 3

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Quantico
Later That Day


"So much for curbing his fucking impulses," Padalecki muttered as he locked the car, glaring after Ackles's retreating figure. Ackles had leapt out of the car as he'd stopped to let another vehicle out of a parking space.

Angrily, he set off after him at a fast pace. His ire was further raised when Ackles paused at the door and glanced back at him with a wink, before ducking inside.

Casting dignity aside, Padalecki broke into a run. No way was the fucker getting away from him this time. Once inside, he caught sight of Ackles disappearing around a corner and walked briskly after him. It was with a certain satisfaction that he found himself at the autopsy bay where Dr. Alona Tal now spent her days since severing her ties with Special Agent Jensen Ackles. He’d caught up well enough that by the time Ackles reached their destination, Jared was only a few feet behind him. Naturally that didn't stop the senior agent letting the door go in his face.

Jared took a deep breath to contain his anger and sidled inside.

The former and current partners studied one another, as Ackles offhandedly introduced the newcomer.

Eyeing the blood on the glove Dr. Tal was wearing, Jared wasn't sure if he was glad or not that his attempt at a handshake had been brushed aside. He turned and followed them towards the autopsy table, straining to hear what they were saying, and nearly lost his lunch when they drew aside, and he got his first view of the eviscerated corpse. He'd seen bodies before — of course he had. He was a veteran. He'd been in more than one battle and killed his fair share. However, to witness this slight, pretty blonde slopping intestines onto a scale as she calmly dictated her notes was somehow a completely different proposition.

Naturally, both Ackles and Tal gave him pitying looks as he looked away and swallowed the bile which had scalded the back of his throat.

With his stomach under control again, Jared drew nearer to listen to the quiet conversation between the other two agents.

“I told you I wasn’t going to go into the field again,” she said. Warm brown eyes met shining green, and she shrugged. “What exactly do you want from me, Jensen?”

“Girls are going missing — beautiful blonde girls, four of them so far — and frankly Jared just isn’t this particular spirit’s type. He’s just a little too… well male for a start. To put it bluntly, Alona, I need a beautiful blonde I can trust, and you fit the bill much better than this sasquatch I’ve been paired up with.” Jensen gazed at her imploringly. “You know that you can trust me to make sure you’re safe, don’t you? Besides, I understand that Jared here is an ex-Navy Seal or one of those kinds of Boy Scout types.”

“CSO, if you please,” growled Jared. “I was with MARSOC before I joined the Bureau.” Privately he was wondering how the hell Jensen knew he was military. He added it to the ever-growing list of questions he'd ask, when the right time came along.

Alona turned startled eyes to him, and Jared felt uncomfortably as if he had been blowing his own trumpet. He flushed, and she smiled at him. “Don’t worry, Jared, is it? Jensen does this to everyone. He doesn’t feel like it’s been a good day until he’s made someone cry. The only way to deal with him is to let it all bounce back at him.”

“Duly noted,” said Jared, smiling gratefully at his inclusion in the conversation.

“So does that mean you’ll do it?” Jensen beamed at her. “He really needs someone to protect him from me.”

“What you’re not saying is that you want me as bait.” Alona frowned at her erstwhile partner. “Am I right?”

"I… uh, yeah.” Ackles had the grace to blush. “You’re the only hot blonde around that has the intestinal fortitude to be a guinea pig, and you’ll have us to protect you. You’ll be within sight of us both at all times. I just want to get a chance at finding the other girls before it’s too late.”

“You’ve got a nerve,” she growled. “But I guess if it gives us a chance to recover those other women I have to do it. I suppose I’d better come down to your office first thing tomorrow. Can’t abandon Mr. Petronelli here without finishing my report.” She gestured at the still eviscerated corpse that lay on the stainless steel table, waiting patiently for her to complete his autopsy. “That will have to do.”



It was obvious that Jensen wanted to argue, but after a moment he closed his lips and nodded curtly. “Thanks, Alona. I owe you one.” Turning to Jared, he elbowed him in the ribs. “Come on, Sasquatch. Let’s go pick up that laptop of yours. We need to do some research while we wait.”

Oh, right! The laptop he didn't actually have. Jared guessed the fun and games were ongoing. Well, he'd have to improvise. Good job he had mad skills.

"Yeah," he muttered. Let's do it!"




According to some swiftly accomplished research on his phone, the computer department was apparently on the same corridor as Jensen’s office. Who knew? And when Jared led the way in, he had to step over a number of defunct computers that seemed to be in almost the same state as Alona’s Mr. Petronelli, with their guts spilling out in a way that was pretty much guaranteed to trip the unwary.

There seemed to be nobody at all in the department, and he hit the bell on the desk a couple of times to no avail.

“Holy shit!” Jensen Ackles looked around himself with a disdainfully curled lip. “You come here often, Jared?”

That provoked a laugh from his sidekick. “Hell, no! Would you?”

As he spoke, a dusty, dirty blond head rose from below the counter, its owner exclaiming, “I heard that!”

Jared choked, and it took him a minute before he was able to answer. Thankfully, the sight of a face rising up, spider’s web adorning his dirty blond hair, appeared to be enough that his partner also seemed lost for words. Jared breathed a silent prayer of thanks to all the gods in creation that he’d found an unexpected ally.

“Oh, come on, Lindberg. You know you make it look this way to keep people from disturbing you.” Jared suppressed his astonishment at seeing an old comrade-in-arms. Instead, he gave the man a wink and exchanged a complicated handshake with him. This was a splendid piece of luck. He’d lied, and he knew that Jensen suspected it. So the fact that he knew the man before him so well, and his old mate was — at least hopefully — about to bail him out of the problem he’d created for himself made him slightly manic at his own good fortune. “How’s civilian life treating you? I bet nothing’s working back at HQ now you’re gone.”

“Hey, I answer to nobody here. This is my domain,” said Lindberg, standing up straight to reveal that he had the build of a spider monkey, thin and wiry with long, slender fingers. “I can do what I feel like on my own schedule.” He grinned, rubbing his high forehead and smearing oil and dust onto it in the process. “So, great as it is to see you again, what brings you here to my forgotten corner of Quantico?”

Stepping forward so that hopefully Ackles couldn't see his face, Jared fixed him with an imploring face, willing him to play along. "I came to collect my laptop. Is it ready?”

It seemed for a minute as if Lindberg hadn’t made it onto the same wavelength, but he suddenly perked up, beaming so brightly that one could be mistaken for thinking that a light bulb had just been turned on.

“Just trying to remember where I put that,” he said, tapping his forehead. “I have to caution you to stay off the Gay Boys Tube in future, and you’ll stop getting those ridiculous popups. What would Agent Ackles here think if you were looking for something work related, and a huge dick popped up, front and center?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time today,” announced Ackles, snickering as Jared’s face turned crimson.

Lindberg cleared his throat. “Be that as it may!” He turned and shuffled through electronic debris, muttering to himself, until he disappeared from view around the back of a shelf that ran almost the width of the room. He returned several minutes later, carrying a leather case, and when Jared reached for it, Chad unzipped the top of the case for him, to reveal a laptop and a couple of cables.

“Thanks, Chad.” Jared took the case gratefully.

“Any time, Jay-man.” Lindberg waved him off. “Maybe gimme a call so we can catch up when you’re not so busy.”

“Will do, Chadwick. Will do.” As the two visitors picked their way out of the cluttered office, neither of them spoke, but as one they turned down the corridor to the door that hosted Jensen’s current domain.



Back in the office, Jared lost no time in setting up his newly acquired computer. “Where’s yours?” he asked Ackles.

“Oh, I don’t use ‘em,” responded Ackles. “Don’t trust ‘em. I prefer the old fashioned way.” He grinned as he gestured. “So work your magic, Stretch. Let’s see what you come up with.”

As Jared booted up and got going, Ackles got out his phone and dialed. “Hey, Sonia. I need you to find me what you have on the College Park undergraduate residences. It’s urgent, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Jared looked up and grinned at the other man. “I’ve got something here to be going on with.”

Jared was feeling inordinately proud that his research had come up with not only information about sporadic disappearances that had occurred some fifty years ago, but also information on the history of the building. Looking over at him with a frown, Jensen tossed his phone onto the desk and pulled a chair around so he could sit beside Jared, breathing into his ear.

"So there were disappearances back in the late 50s that match this MO, but then nothing further," murmured Ackles, frowning. "They even had a priest conduct an exorcism. Jeez, that wouldn't happen these days."

"Nothing further until this week," Padalecki commented quietly. “And now there have been four of them in one week, all blonde, and all from the same dorm. Juliet Rockingham was first, then Caroline Alvarez, Heather Jordan and the girl who was taken today, Colleen Donahue.”

Jensen seemed to have mellowed towards him by the time they were sitting side by side studying the screen, and Jared, basking in the sun of Jensen's approval, let himself lean into the agent's personal space.

So much so, that when Jensen turned his head to talk to him, their lips almost touched.

Their eyes met, and Jensen smiled lazily at Jared, who instantly began to feel aroused. From the other man’s dilated pupils, it seemed that he wasn’t in fact the only one who was feeling that way. He smiled back, licking his lips. Agent Ackles was sex on legs, his wet dreams come true, and if he played his cards right Jared could possibly bring things to a head that very evening. One thing was for sure, that certainly wasn't disinterest in Jensen's eyes. He licked his lips again, and the special agent drew back slightly, then turned his head away to look back at the screen.

“Seems as if the building was a boarding house long before it was purchased by the university.” Jared typed furiously and shortly revealed another page of information on the history of the building. “Check it out. It was owned by Cornelius Briggs. He was arrested back in the 50s and executed for multiple murders, and the building then fell into disrepair until some squatter set it on fire. Looks like the university bought it in 1968, spruced it up, and then it served as office space for a while before being converted into a dorm for the undergrads.”

“I guess we need site plans for the entire complex, don’t we?” Ackles bit his lip. “We’ll need to get those from the university tomorrow. I’m going to call it a night. Tomorrow we’ll collect Alona and take off for College Park, so get some beauty sleep.” As he rose to his feet he leaned forward and placed his hands on the desk. “Oh, word of warning. You should carry a bag of salt, a zippo lighter and if possible some kind of fire accelerant.”

“Huh?” Jared looked up at him with a frown. “Why do I need those?”

“You’ll see,” smirked Ackles, before turning and walking out, leaving Jared to pack up his new computer and sit scratching his head in puzzlement.



The sun hadn’t peeked above the horizon before Jared was up and out for a run, needing to work off some energy before arriving at the office he’d begun thinking of as the W-Files (W for weird). He was hoping to get in some much-needed exercise and still be there before Agent Ackles took it upon himself to head out without him.



As he entered the office, he found Jensen Ackles himself sitting, idly tossing pencils up into the ceiling tiles and swiveling back and forth in his chair. He checked his watch with a frown, wondering if the man had gone home of if he actually lived in this dingy little office.

“Did you bring the salt and stuff?” Ackles looked up at him with a faint smirk on his face.

“In my car,” nodded Jared. “Along with my laptop and my sandwiches.”

“Sandwiches?” Pretty green eyes opened wide. “This is a ghost hunt, not a picnic.”

“Hey. I’m a growing boy! I hunt abductors far better when I’ve been fed.” Jared struck a pose, wide grin on his face.

There was no opportunity for a response because just then Alona Tal appeared, smiling and carrying a cardboard tray containing three steaming mugs. “Breakfast is served,” she said, dropping the tray to the table. Handing the carrier bag she had slung over her elbow to Jared, she dropped into one of the chairs and put her feet up on the desk to raise her eyes to the ceiling. “Eleven,” she murmured. “I think that might be a record.”

“Been practicing.” Jensen beamed at her and tossed another pencil up to the tiles above him. It stuck in like a dart. Raising his arms in victory, he rose to his feet. “He shoots! He scores!” he crowed.

“Good to see that you’ve been working on the important skills,” she said. “So what do you have in mind for today? Tell me you aren’t going to stake me out like the sacrificial virgin without some plan to save me if needed.”

“My very dearest, fearless and indomitable Dr. Tal, when have I ever let you down?” asked Jensen. “Besides, we’ve got Gargantua here. I’m betting he’s got hidden skills.”

“Yeah. I do.” Jared turned to Alona. “First thing I want to do is put a bug on you — a tracer — so that if or when you’re taken we can pinpoint your location. Then I want to put a wire on you so that you can tell us anything relevant.”

Jensen looked at Jared with interest. “You know how to get all that set up?” he asked, a faint hint of admiration in his voice.

“Sure do.” Jared licked his forefinger and sketched out a checkmark in the air. “After we parted company last evening, I paid a visit back to IT, to see my pal Lindberg. We served together and he's got lots of ideas. It’s amazing what he’s got in that heap of junk he keeps over there.”

“Awesome. I admire your enterprise.” Jensen turned to Alona. “See? We have all the modern conveniences these days. Let’s go. Time’s a-wasting. We’ll take Jared’s car, since he seems to have more exciting gadgetry than you and I ever dreamed about!”



The drive out to the UMD campus was actually fairly pleasant. Ackles didn’t seem to want to play any further mind games and actually engaged Jared in conversation about his car, waxing enthusiastic about the beauty of it, while Jared sheepishly confessed that he’d done the restoration himself.

He pumped Jared for information about the kinds of electronic devices that might prove useful to them in future cases. That was somewhat amusing to Jared, since, mindful of his experience the previous day when he’d been ditched like the proverbial bad date, he’d pinned a small transmitter to the back hem of Jensen’s jacket. He hadn’t activated it yet, but that wouldn’t be a problem, since he could set it to begin transmitting as soon as he pushed the button on the control that was hidden away in his computer case. It would emit a high pitched sound as it turned on, but his computer would then lock into it and pinpoint his location.

Agent Tal had also been fitted out with a wire and a transmitter that would allow Jared to track her presence, and she, too, seemed interested in the different devices that could be deployed in their work. They arrived outside the residential building in what seemed to be the blink of an eye.

Inside, Ackles and Tal went to get the stakeout organized, while Jared headed off to the administration offices to get detailed plans of the campus as a whole. It was an arduous procedure, with lots of red tape, but Jared had been in the military and undergone rigorous training for this kind of thing, and he quietly filled out form after form, trailed from department to department, until in the end, he achieved his goal and left with a tightly furled roll of plans for the entire site.

He was just climbing into his car to head back to the others when his phone rang. Checking the screen, he saw that it was Ackles calling, so he took his time, climbing into his car and stowing the charts at a leisurely pace, before answering. “Padalecki,” he said as he pushed his keys into the ignition.

“Oh, thank God!” Jared sat up straight, all thoughts of winding Ackles up gone. It wasn’t Jensen on the phone at all. It was Agent Tal.

“Alona?” Jared started the car as he was speaking. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Jensen,” she said. “He’s disappeared. I thought for a minute that you had too. I’m so happy you didn’t.”

“Disappeared? You mean like he’s gone to get more coffee or something?” Jared wedged his phone into the space between his chin and shoulder as he pulled away from the curb to drive the half mile or so back to the residence hall.

“No,” she said, sounding cross. “I mean disappeared. One minute we were talking, and he was walking around with that EMF meter of his, and the next minute it crackled and whined, and when I turned around it was on the floor with his phone, and he was nowhere to be seen.”

“Look, stay right where you are. I’ll be there in just a minute.” Jared was pulling up outside the building as he was speaking, and he hopped out, running for the door with the plans tucked under his arm. Alona turned towards him as he ran through the door of the second floor dorm room, a look of concern on her face.

Whatever the EMF meter had done before, it was silent now with not so much as a crackle coming from it. Jared and Alona went over what had happened and who was standing where when it happened, and then Jared gave an exasperated sigh. “It’s just what he would do, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” Alona frowned at him.

“I mean he’d head off on his own rather than include anyone else on the case.” Jared dropped down onto the extremely uncomfortable single bed and put his head in his hands. “Sorry to have to break it to you, Agent Tal, but he’s kind of an egotistical jerk.”

“Don’t be silly. If he was going to try and claim all the glory for himself, why would he leave his phone behind? Aside from the EMF meter it’s his favorite toy.” Alona crossed to sit next to him and put her hand on his arm. “I know he can be a bit of a jerk, but he isn’t being one this time; I just know it. He’s in trouble. I can feel it.”

“But he’s not a blonde.” Jared said. “I know he’s really pretty, but he’s got dark hair, and the other vics have all had blonde hair.”

The two of them sat for a further couple of minutes, and then Jared sighed again. “I guess we have to check all the victims for other traits they have in common, because if he’s been yanked away by the spirit or whatever it is, it can’t be because of his golden curls.”

“That’s for sure.” Alona went over to the table to lay out the photos of the four missing girls, while Jared flicked open the laptop and booted it up to search for their descriptions.




Special Agent Jensen Ackles woke with a blinding headache, and that in itself confused him. He couldn’t recall falling asleep. He couldn’t remember what he’d been doing or where he was, and for some reason he couldn’t move.

He opened his eyes, but it didn’t help, because wherever he was lying was as black as the hubs of hell. He could see nothing, but wherever he was stank — a pervasive, charnel-house stench that made him take shallow breaths in order not to vomit.

He tried to lift his head, tried to raise his arm, but he was utterly unable to make even the smallest gesture. Close to panicking now, he tried to calm himself. What had he been doing? He bit his lip, trying to recall where he had been before... before whatever had pinned him down in this place.

He’d been... looking for signs of EMF. The closet in the last victim’s bedroom. He’d opened the door, and his meter had gone haywire. He had reached into his pocket for salt and...this didn’t make sense. He was most definitely not a blonde. Sure, when he was a kid he’d done highlights, but that was 15 years ago. The spiked and tousled hair he sported now was a deep, dusty brown. What the hell?

He was concentrating hard, trying to think of protection spells that might work to get him out of trouble, since he wasn’t going to be able to do anything physical. It certainly seemed as if he was going to have to find out just what this Cornelius jackass wanted of him first hand, and that presented a problem.

He had lost himself in thought, running through lore and case notes and the profile on Padalecki that he’d been sent by an anonymous informant. Nothing was helping. He was so caught up in furious efforts to find a way to release himself that he didn’t realize that there was light beginning to seep into his surroundings.

The light had a nasty, greenish tinge, and as he suddenly jolted into frightened awareness of it, he began to see his surroundings at last. The sight was anything but reassuring.

Beside him, mere inches away from him, was a body. Blood-matted blonde hair, a face whose bloody mouth was set in a scream from which it would never be released, and blackened holes where the eyes had been, all lying in a thick black puddle of what could only be congealed blood.

The girl, for it had certainly been a girl, was in her night clothes — a bloody satin slip from which one breast had escaped. Her body was twisted and she had obviously been tortured before she had died. Jensen closed his eyes. He wasn’t ready to see that. He didn’t think he would ever be.

The light had grown, and with it had come sounds, rustling and scraping. It seemed that the show was about to start. Jensen just hoped that Jared was up to finding him before he ended up like the ruined body beside him.

When the spirit appeared, it was almost an anticlimax. Sure, there was a blast of cold. Sure, it was creepy in the extreme, but it paled to insignificance beside the sight of the dead girl lying so close to him.

It took him a long few seconds to realize that the ghostly presence looming over him wasn’t that of a man, and for a little while what he was seeing, gruesome as it was, didn’t make sense. When he finally realized, he wished he could slap his forehead.

The apparition was female. She wore satin night attire — a slip with spaghetti straps and a pair of shorts. Her image changed from moment to moment: one minute whole and beautiful, the next, an eyeless, screaming replica of the corpse Jensen could still see from the corner of his eye.



“Juliet?” He gulped. “You’re not Cornelius Briggs at all, are you? You’re Juliet Rockingham.”

There was no response from the ghost. Instead, she bent down beside him, and reached out a hand to caress his face, palm cold against his skin.

“They will do,” declared the ghost, peering into his eyes and nodding, expression for a moment one of almost human satisfaction. She pressed down against the corner of his right eye, and then drew back. “No, no. Better to cut them out. Don’t want to burst the pretty things by mistake.”

“Hey, Juliet?” Jensen said as she began to straighten up. “What are you going to do?”

There was no answer from Juliet. She was fading, and so was the light. In only a few seconds, Jensen found himself alone in the foul dark once again.



Jared and Alona were poring over the profiles of the four earlier victims, checking for any similarities other than the blonde hair, and it didn’t take them long to realize that all four of them had green eyes.

“What color are Jensen’s eyes?” Alona frowned.

“Don’t you know?” Jared was astonished.

Alona opened her mouth. "I..." she seemed to choke and shrugged instead of continuing.

“They’re green," said Jared, frowning. "How did we not notice before?”

“Green eyes! That must be it.” Alona reached for the plans of the building. “We need to find out where he is.”

“Got it covered.” Jared smirked and pulled his laptop to him. He fumbled for the controller that was affixed to the inside of the lid and pushed the button that would activate the device he’d pinned onto Ackles’s jacket. There was a moment’s pause and then the high pitched squeal that would provide him with the other agent’s location. “He’s somewhere close by. To the southeast. What can you see over in that direction?”

“Hmmm...That’s the old part of the building. There’s a couple of offices, furnace room, kitchen, electrical room and janitorial cupboard, looks like. There aren’t any residential units along that way, and it’s mostly unused at the moment.” Alona’s frown intensified. “Did you bug him?” She snorted. “Oh, my God! He’ll kill you!”

“That’s supposing we find him alive.” Jared had gathered up his computer and was in the doorway. “Come on. Bring the flashlight too.” He didn’t wait. He headed off at a run, and by the time Alona caught up with him, he had already scanned the furnace room, and discovered there was nowhere that someone as large as Jensen could be concealed.

“Check the next door,” he yelled, trying to open up the electrical room, and when it proved to be locked, raising a size 13 foot, clad in a steel-toed military regulation boot and shattering the door around the lock so he could see in. “Fuck! Nothing.” he grumbled.

“Nothing here either.” Alona had opened the janitorial supply closet, and a cascade of mops and brooms had descended on her to bounce off and litter the floor.

“That leaves the kitchen. Isn’t that in active use?” Jared rushed across the corridor to shove open the door and came to a stop just inside. Stainless steel cupboards and worktops gleamed as Alona switched on the fluorescent lights. There were pots neatly stacked and racks of utensils. One drawer was standing open, and it was neatly arrayed with an assortment of knives. Wire racks whose purposes were to contain vegetables, according to the labels on each shelf, stood like skeletons. There was no trace of Jensen in the room. Jared pulled open the fridge, saw only white, empty shelves, and then went to check the walk-in freezer. That too was empty.

“He’s not here.” Alona peered at the plan she still carried. “I don’t know...”

“Wait.” Jared tossed his computer onto the worktop and went to pull out an array of wire shelves that still contained one or two canned items. “Here!” He indicated a low door. “There’s something...”

The door had been sealed shut, and it took Jared a moment of rattling the handle to realize that he’d need to break it open. It took him several kicks before it disintegrated, revealing a set of stairs and unleashing the most unholy smell Jared had ever experienced.

He didn’t hesitate. Pulling his T-shirt up over his mouth and nose to cover them as best he could, he charged down the stairs, reckless as he took them two at a time. Alona, gagging a little, followed him with the flashlight, treading somewhat more cautiously. As they reached the foot of the stairs, a sudden shriek made the two of them jump.

“Jensen?” Jared turned to go in the direction of the sound, bellowing, “Jensen, is that you?”



Jensen could feel sweat running down his neck, and just the thought of the ghost returning to cut out his eyes made him hyperventilate. He struggled to move, to reach his pocket to find his salt, but he couldn’t summon even the twitch of a pinky. He began to pray.

The light began to grow again, and he knew he didn’t have much time left. Juliet faded slowly into sight, flickering a little as she moved towards him. He could feel the chill run down his back as he saw that she was clutching a very long, very pointy looking knife.

“Oh, God,” he said.

“God? There is no God.” Juliet dropped to her knees beside him and reached to trail the knife along his cheek.

“What happened to you, Juliet?” He flinched as the knife pricked his cheek, causing a trickle of blood to wend its way down into his ear. “Who killed you?”

For a minute her face looked fully human, and tears welled in the corners of her eyes, then they faded to show the empty sockets once more.

“Once I have these, my professor will want me again.” She petted his eyelids, cold fingers sliding gently over them. “Look at them, Professor. Look at them. They’re so pretty.” She brought the knife close once more, centered it just above his cheekbone and began to press it in.

At that point, several things happened at once. There were several loud bangs and then the sound of splintering wood, then a faint beam of daylight shone in, making Juliet’s figure less corporeal. Jensen screamed, believing that his eye was about to be cut from his face, and then blinked as Juliet vanished and salt dropped all around him.

The knife fell onto the concrete with a clatter, and in another second Jared was standing over him. “That didn’t look like any Cornelius I ever saw,” he muttered, reaching to pull Jensen to his feet.

The salt sprinkling on him seemed to have freed him, temporarily at least, and Jensen was able to get up with Jared’s assistance, somewhat stiff from being held in the one position for so long. “What took you so long?” he asked.



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