Title: Hazard
Chapter: 8/?
Author: Magser
Pairing: Jared/Jensen.
Summary: A town called Hazard, and two men who never stood a chance, not there....
Warning: none for this chapter.
Authors note: Just wanted to add that this story is inspired by the Richard Marx Song Hazard.

Jensen paced the cell restlessly. It had been 24 hrs since he last had a visit from Jeff and he was worried. When Jeff had come the evening before he had gleefully told Jensen all about the murder charge and the bail hearing that had followed. Jensen knew there was no way that Jared could come up with that type of money and he thought maybe Jared was better off behind bars for the moment, going by what Jeff had told him about the confrontation afterwards.

If Jeff was to be believed the crowd had been angry, using Jensen’s ‘death’ as an excuse to let their ugly, biased opinions to come to the fore. He knew that town and he knew what they were like, he also knew how the majority of them felt about Jared and it wouldn’t take much for them to use anything as an excuse to attack. Yes, Jared was definitely better off in jail than out of it. God he hoped Jared was ok. He just wanted Jared to hang in there until he figured a way out of this shithole, and he would, he had no doubt about that, but he was running out of time for Jared. He just prayed Jared would once again draw on that tremendous inner strength he had used all his life to keep going, to just hang on. Until Jensen could get free and get to him.

Jensen flopped wearily down onto the mattress on the floor. Covering his eyes with his arms he once again fought back the rising tide of frustration that threatened to overwhelm him. It was gonna do no one any good to lose it here, now, he could wait. He was good at waiting, he had waited a long time for Jared and it had paid off and he would wait now, and when the time was right, he would use every last ounce of frustration he felt in beating Jeff Morgan to a bloody pulp. It was the one thing he was certain off, he would kill Jeff for this, no question. He just had to bide his time, and pray time didn’t run out in the meantime for Jared. Jeff was cocky now, and in his mind, cocky led to cock ups and when that happened it would be Jensen’s turn.

The sound of a familiar four wheel drive had Jensen tensing and he raised himself to a half sitting position, leaning against the wall, arms folded and legs crossed at the ankles, giving off an air of complete relaxation. There was no point in letting Jeff see how worried he was becoming, it wouldn’t do him any good.

A few minutes later, bright light flooded the dimly light basement as Jeff opened the door, shutting it behind him and effectively once again shutting out the light. It had been so long since Jensen had been outside that the bright light blinded him every time Jeff turned it on. Jeff made his way down the stairs and moved to the switch that allowed him to decide how much light Jensen got when he was alone and turned it from just barely there, to on almost full.

Jensen barely acknowledged his presence; just twisting his head slightly before turning it back again, closing his eyes as if bored. Jeff smiled, he was used to this little game of Jensen’s and usually he couldn’t faze him, but not tonight. Tonight he had something guaranteed to get a reaction.

“I brought you something....”

Jensen raised and eyebrow and regarded Jeff silently and waited, he could only guess at what Jeff had and no way was he going to give this bastard the satisfaction of seeing him so freaked about Jared. Whatever it was Jeff would tell him soon enough. Jeff smiled wide, and reached into the inside pocket of the Jacket he wore, causing Jensen to tense immediately. Jeff smiled in satisfaction perfectly aware what Jensen though he hid in his pocket, and watched Jensen’s eyes narrow in suspicion as he watched Jeff pull out the rolled up newspaper.

“Thought you might wanna see how the bail hearing went.”

“Nah, I’m ok thanks.” Jensen was back to radiating boredom as he relaxed back against the wall and closed his eyes once more. He listened to the rustle of the paper as Jeff straightened it out.

“Huh, well that’s a surprsise, I would have thought you would be anxious to see how Jared is looking these days. They caught his good side I think...”He paused as if studying the picture, perfectly aware that he had Jensen’s full attention now, had done since he had mentioned Jared’s name; ”But I gotto tell you, he is looking mighty freaked out.”

He tossed the newspaper into the cell carelessly at his last words and watched with immense satisfaction as Jensen pounced on it and studied the picture and the accompanying article.

Jensen didn’t pay much attention to the article. It basically said what Jeff had already told him. Jared had been charged with murder and the bail amount and then went on to show several photographs of Jared as he was led into the courtroom and then again during and directly after the skirmish with Michaels and crew.

It was these pictures that Jensen focused on. Oh god Jared, he couldn’t help the hand that trembled as it reached out to gently run over the black and white photo of a cuffed Jared as he was led into the court. He had a large band aid on his forehead, no doubt thanks to Chris. No attempt was made by anyone to cover Jared up, he had been in plain view for everyone to see and he could plainly see how scared Jared was. How overwhelmed he looked; and then those photos of the stand off, Chris standing in front of Jared, shielding him from the Michaels, gun cocked and ready. He moved on then to a picture taken directly after Michaels had moved back, and this one had his attention.

To anyone looking at that picture all they would see was a deputy leading a cuffed man to the waiting police car. But Jensen was looking at a picture of two men he knew so well, and Jared wasn’t tense looking or as frightened looking, and Chris wasn’t holding him to lead him, he was reassuring him! The grip Chris had on Jared’s arm was a reassuring one and Jared wasn’t leaning away from Chris but into Chris ever so slightly! Oh Hell yes! Jensen barely covered the cheer he wanted to let out, damnit, he should have known Chris wouldn’t let him down! Chris was on Jared’s side, Jared would be ok for now, Chris would watch over him!

His feeling of elation that Jared had someone on his side was very quickly followed by one of frustration and this time there was no holding it back. The photos were too much and Jensen had had enough. The grin that Jeff had on his face didn’t help matters as Jeff delighted in the play of emotions crossing Jensen’s expressive face.

“You son of a bitch! Why are you doing this to us? Why are you letting Jared go through all of this? Why are you keeping me here? Tell me!! Hasn’t he suffered enough? Can’t you just leave him alone now?”

Jensen shook with rage as he finished his tirade and Jeff leaned on the wall outside the cell and smiled, head cocked to one side as he regarded the man inside. Jeff had made a life out of reading people, he had stayed one step ahead for a long time on his ability to know when to move and when his mark was on the edge, Jensen was on the edge. It was time to push him over. He sighed and moved away from the wall and pulled a chair over directly in front of the bars and stared at Jensen silently for a few moments.

“He remembers now you know.”

Jensen started, surprised at Jeff’s words; “He remembers what?”

“Oh come on now Jensen, are you really gonna play dumb with me now? Do you really believe that you were the only person Sharon told? I knew her longer my friend, she confided in me, told me everything, the whole sorry tale.”

Jensen didn’t reply, a cold feeling instead starting to build up inside and threatening to make him start to shake, a move he fought with everything he had. He could be wrong, but he doubted it.

“Sharon, how did she die Jeff? Don’t give me the medical shit you spouted to Jared for years, just tell me the truth now, you said yourself, I’m dead anyway, what harm’s it gonna do?”

Jeff cocked his head to the side again and looked at Jensen and even from his position Jensen could see Jeff wasn’t seeing him anymore, he was lost in a trance of sorts and he spoke.

“He recognised me...” Jensen frowned at that and moved a little closer, hands clenched into fists at his side; “Recognised you? From where? From when?”

“Well, not me exactly, but, he knew me after he woke...I could tell, he had seen my brothers faces in mine....”

“Oh dear god...”Jensen fell onto the hard floor as Jeff’s words sank in, oh dear god, no, oh Christ...poor Sharon, he was sure of it now, Jeff had followed them here, had been watching them all this time, and he would bet his badge on the fact that Sharon Padalecki hadn’t died due to long term ill health, she had been murdered.

“What did you do Jeff? What have you got to do with Jared’s dad and brother?”

Jeff leaned forward in the chair now, hatred and murder in his eyes as he stared at Jensen;

“My brothers were sent to punish a man, only they got the wrong address and ended up killing the wrong man. Those fucking fools, I knew they wouldn’t get it right without me, I should have known they would fuck up, I was in medical school you know, when it happened, Almost done, I was in my last year and qualified. Then they had to go and kill the wrong fucking man and his son.”

He laughed then, no humour in his tone;

“I had been sent to medical school, I didn’t want to go, but my oldest brother forced me, said at least one of us would get it right, but I was just the same as them, and then they got themselves arrested and fried. The fried! They fucking fried in a prison all because of Jared and his stupid fucking family, so the way I saw it, the least I could do was finish the job. So I tracked them down, and followed the here. My original intention of course was to kill them on sight, send the bitch and her freak son to meet his daddy, but how could I turn down a job offer? And Sharon....ahhh Sharon....”

He leaned back in the chair again and grinned, legs spread wide;

“She was lonely, desperate to help her son, and depressed, did I mention lonely? Of course I stepped in to help the grieving Widow, gave her companionship, took me a while to get her to let me into her bed, but oh the wait was worth it...”

“You sick fuck....you will fry just like your sorry sack of shit brothers, I will fucking tie you down myself you sick fuck!”

Jeff leered at Jensen as he fought the chains in vain,

“Oh I helped her Jensen, we both knew what it was, it was two people needing the warmth of a body every now and then, and in return I helped her out with the medical side of things, she had so little and I had plenty supply of antidepressants so i gave them to her, they helped her.”

It was the look on Jeff’s face that told Jensen he was right, “What did you do to her?”

“Oh I just injected a little something somethin’ into the pills she swallowed so readily.... enough to weaken her slowly, but not too much to arouse suspicion, and over the years she got weaker and weaker, ‘til she eventually just.....went to sleep and never woke up.”

“You poisoned her!”

“ wouldn’t call it that as such, maybe I helped her death come a few years quicker is all.”

“And why Jared? He was just a kid for god’s sake!”

“ Ahh Jared, well see Jensen, Jared has been my pet project ever since I got here, he was traumatised and so silent. I could see that the townsfolk were starting to soften, to feel sorry for him, I couldn’t have that, so when I got the job as town doctor people trusted me, and the odd word here, the shake of my head as I lamented that poor woman and her mental son. I even hinted at severe mental problems, and you know this town Jensen! They ate it fucking up and Jared never stood a chance not then.”

“I will kill you, you know that Jeff, right? You might as well put a bullet in me now Jeff, because I can promise you as soon as I get out of here I’m coming for you, and I will kill you.”

Jensen’s words were spoken in a soft controlled voice, but there was no mistaking the promise they held.

“Ahh but Jensen, I haven’t come to the best part! Have you any idea how long it took me to find the right man? To get one just your height, your colouring? He had to be perfect, and then I found him, a man just passing through, trying to get home to his wife, took a wrong turn and ended up in this town...I couldn’t believe my luck! It was easy after that, just kill him, pull a few teeth, tear his face up enough that you would need blood samples to identify, it was so simple!”

“You’re completely insane Jeff, sooner or later someone is gonna see the holes in this story, see that Jared didn’t kill me. Why didn’t you just kill me outright huh? Why keep me alive?”

“I told you already Jensen, cause I like you, and I want to take everything from Jared and his mother, and he wants you, and how he loves you, so blindly, so I’m curious, I want what he has had, and he has had you.”

“Over my dead body Jeff, you are not coming anywhere near me, I can promise you that!”

“It makes no difference now anyway, I originally wanted to watch Jared fry, to have him go the same way as my brothers did, but your friend Chris, he has gotten involved, and I had to come up with a different plan, to sort them both out...no loose ends.”

Jensen did feel his body start to shake uncontrollably then, “What have you done Jeff?”

Jeff smiled and rose, he reached into his pocket of his jeans and pulled out a key, and reaching into another pocket in the large overcoat pulled out a large knife, the metal glinting in the light that fell on it. Turning the key in the lock, and opening the door, he stepped inside, but still out of Jensen’s reach.

“Michaels wants blood, Jared’s blood, and we both know what Chris is like, he will protect Jared to the death now that he thinks he is innocent, so I have arranged bail, anonymously of course, and poor Jim, oh poor Jim is so grief stricken he ain’t gonna listen to Chris and keep Jared safe inside. No, it will be left to Chris to try and help him, but it won’t be enough.”

“No...Jeff, please, I ....listen, I will do what ever you want ok? Anything, just...don’t let them hurt Jared, hurt Chris, please... Jeff come on man, please?”

Jensen’s face was filled with terror at the thought of Chris facing a town of bigots alone, a town hell bent on blood, and he was trapped here, nothing was gonna stop these men unless they could see that Jensen wasn’t dead. But Jeff had taken another step closer, and as Jensen watched him grip the knife in a steady hand, raised and ready, Jensen knew he had only one chance, and it was now.

Jeff smiled and Jensen hampered by the chains that held him, struggled to ready his stance.

Jeff swung the knife.....

Chapter 9

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Brilliant chapter:D Oh no Jeff is evil, poor Jared and Jensen and Chris *hugs them all*

What a cliffhanger, I need the next chapter now.

Love this *hugs*

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OFF WITH HIS GOOLIES

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