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Comment fic: Giandujakiss
J2 juvenile detention or orphanage, protective!Jensen, innocent!Jared.
Jared climbed out his second story window, shimmied left to the overhang, lowered himself down and dropped the final ten feet trying to miss the bushes and land on the softer grass. He stood up, brushed off his jeans and was faced with Jensen standing in front of him, arms crossed scowling.
“I was…”
Jensen shook his head and led Jared by the scruff of his neck to the front door. They knocked and Jamal, the lead staff answered with an almost amused expression on his face.
“Get inside; it’s past your curfew.”
Jared stared at the floor Jensen gave a cocky grin. “Just goin’ for a walk dude. It’s too nice to be cooped up in here.”
Jamal shook his head. “You’re both gonna lose a level for this. You know that, right?”
Jared's head popped up. “Both of us but…”
Jensen's hold on his neck tightened. “whatever.” He yawned dramatically. “I’m going to bed.”
Jamal stepped aside and Jared and Jensen both went upstairs. Jensen had the one single bedroom in the group home. He’d been there the longest and had managed to maintain a reasonably acceptable behavioral record. Jared was in a room with four bunk beds. He had a top bunk and knocked his head every time he sat up.
Jensen opened his room and Jared flopped back on the bed. Jensen sat on an old chair he sometimes used as a nightstand.
“You keep this up you’re gonna be on level one forever.”
“I won’t be here that long. They’re trying to find me a foster home.”
Jensen snorted.
“What?”
“You’re fifteen. No one’s gonna take in a fifteen year old foster, especially not with your behavioral record. Man, you’re lucky you’re not in a lock down facility.”
Jared stretched feigning nonchalance. “I could handle lock down.”
“Dude, you can’t handle a group home. What are you gonna do next year when I graduate community college and am out of here.”
Jensen saw the panic flit across Jared's face and didn’t want to feel accomplished but if this kid was gonna make it out of the system in one piece, he needed to face some realities.
He was about to say as much when Jamal knocked on the door jamb, Wrap it up guys, lights were supposed to be out ten minutes ago.
Jared sat up. “Yeah, I’m going.” His walk was more subdued, less swagger and a lot more dejection.
Jensen wanted to promise him it’d be okay but the reality was that it might not. Not for a while.
Jamal stayed after Jared left, arms crossed, one foot inside Jensen's room, one foot outside it. “You know you could lose a lot of privileges over covering for a kid like that.”
Jensen nodded. “Yeah. So am I losing my room? Do I gotta give up my job?”
“No, not this time but your allowance is lowered and your bedtime is back to nine thirty.”
“Dude, I’m gonna be nineteen in two weeks.”
“And you chose to stay in the program and follow the rules.”
Jensen nodded and Jamal pulled the door closed before going to check on everyone else.
///
Jared was in a foul mood in the morning and his least favorite staff member was working. She was nasty, and treated them all like criminals rather than what they were, kids with no one looking out for them.
He ignored the loud posturing at the breakfast table but knew that the other kids were pissed at him. The staff was going to be on guard and every little infraction was going to be marked, not just for Jared but for everyone. All because he’d tried to leave. If truth be told he wasn’t even sure where he’d been headed.
Jensen had an early shift at work this morning, and then classes. He wouldn’t be home 'til after four. Jared had to admit he always felt safer when Jensen was around, even if he did act like he knew everything.
After a few bowls of cereal he shouldered his backpack and headed to the bus stop.
The threats didn’t stop. Jared knew it was mostly just talk but he went out of his way to avoid his housemates in school.
When they got there were alarms on all the windows. The grumbling got louder and the anger towards Jared got more palpable.
Jared wanted to do something super girly like bury his face in Jensen's neck when he got home, grabbed and apple and sat down at the table next to Jared, offering to help with his homework.
He didn’t need help with his homework, but Jensen's solid presence was appreciated so he angled his geography textbook a little towards Jensen and continued answering the questions at the end of chapter five.
///
Jensen could feel the tension the moment he walked into the living room.
The boys were passing notes and significant looks and staff was trying to keep it under control but there was homework to help with and dinner to make and apparently Maurice had called out so it was just Jamal and the girl who works three to seven to help with dinner and shit. Not enough.
Jensen stuck close to Jared and wanted to ask if Jared knew what kind of danger he was in. There was no way to do it as Jared was on restriction and they couldn’t even go for a walk.
The evening passed without incident, and so did the next but when all weekend outings were cancelled things became dangerously volatile. Jensen pleaded with Alfonzo, the weekend guy to let them go to park or the mall, anything public, but rules were rules. It was all deadly silent by Monday and Jared seemed to relax. Jensen on the other hand was on high alert. He’d been living in a group home too long to think anything like this would pass without a single punch being thrown.
He and Jared talked in his room, with the door mostly closed. “You know how to fight?”
“’Course.”
“You see it coming, right?”
“I think they’re over it.”
Jensen rocked back on the chair and studied Jared. “You don’t actually believe that do you?”
Jared turned onto his side, resting his head on his hand. “They were pissed. They got over it. I mean, they have to get over it, right?”
“Yeah, once they’ve gotten a few shots in, so seriously… do you know how to fight?”
“Yeah, I spent a week at the Juvenile Corrections Facility; I got out of there alive.”
“Yeah, okay, just… be careful, you know. They’re still gunnin’ for blood.”
Jared nodded and Jensen didn’t feel any better. The kid was too tall, too skinny, too young and too sure he could handle it alone. He was going up against three maybe even four boys; all of them had been at the JCF at some point.
///
Jared kept to himself the next day, not interacting with his housemates, not interacting with anyone. He kept recalling Jensen asking him if he knew how to fight. He’d lied. He knew how to keep his head and ribs covered but swinging back wasn’t his strong suit. He’d never really even spent time at the JCF; he just didn’t want Jensen to think he was some innocent little kid. He was so busy thinking about it he didn’t see it coming.
Something hit him, solid and wet right between the shoulder blades. When he turned to yell there were three boys on him and a fourth kicking at his head. He curled up, hoping to prevent serious damage but they grabbed his arms held him and punched, his face, his chest, his stomach… it felt like the blows would never stop and then he heard Jensen calling, yelling. The arms supporting him let go. He heard sneakers pounding on the asphalt of the school yard. Without the support he crumpled to the ground.
///
Jensen skipped class to do the stupidest thing he’d ever done, hang around the school and make sure Jared was okay. He had a bad feeling and had overheard a few things while he was up early for work. By the time he saw the skirmish it was almost over. Jared's head was hanging, his hair covering his face, his body limp. He ran at full speed and the boys ran in the other direction. He knew them all, lived with them and right now, couldn’t care less. He called 911 on his cell while he cradled Jared's head on his lap. There was blood everywhere, and he couldn’t tell if it was just a very bloody nose or worse.
They wouldn’t let him on the ambulance with Jared, but emergency staff was called in and he was allowed to go visit.
///
Two weeks later Jared was still sore and a little bruised. He was on a new bed in a new group home. He’d given up silly notions of finding a foster home or making friends. He kept to himself. They’d given him a single room, one of only two in the house because for the moment he had special needs. Soon they’d put him back into one of the regular rooms and he’d have to face a new set of kids.
There was a knock on his door and Jensen ducked his head in. “Hey.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Visiting hours. You know, for approved friends and family.”
“Which are you again?”
Jensen sat down on the folding chair, picking up the book that had previously taken the spot. “Reading this for school?”
“Yeah.”
“Need help?”
“Nah, I’m okay. And thanks by the way. They say you called the ambulance.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that.”
“Just feels like I do.”
“It’s what friends do for each other. You have had friends before, right?”
Jared shrugged.
“Well, you’ve got one now.”
TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER
Jared dropped his three duffle bags and one box of possessions out of the way of the front door. “So I live here now.”
Jensen nodded. “Eighteen and out. That was your call.”
“I couldn’t stay.”
Jensen went back to cutting something up in the kitchen. “I know. I’m cooking dinner but that means you’re cooking tomorrow. I’m not your maid.”
Jared laughed, a loud and brash sound that made Jensen smile.
“So cool. How spicy do you like your chicken?”
“Hot as you can make it man.” Jared put his feet up on the coffee table and started Skate4 “and I’m gonna kick your ass at this once you’re done bein’ old Mother Hubbard.”
Jensen threw a slice of green pepper at him and shook his head. “No class man, no class.”
Jared ate the green pepper and shrugged. “I’m a product of my upbringing.” His eyes drifted to the window on his right. “That leads out to the fire escape?”
“Yeah but you don’t need to jump three floors to leave. Doors that way.” Jensen gestured with his head.
Jared smiled. “Free. Sounds good.”
“It is, man, trust me. You’re gonna like freedom.”
A week later Jared was cooking dinner. He’d worked most of the day and had two classes at the local college. He was tired, but he was happy, and when Jensen came home, slid a six pack in the fridge and kissed his neck… he was more than happy.
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Comment fic: Giandujakiss
J2 juvenile detention or orphanage, protective!Jensen, innocent!Jared.
Jared climbed out his second story window, shimmied left to the overhang, lowered himself down and dropped the final ten feet trying to miss the bushes and land on the softer grass. He stood up, brushed off his jeans and was faced with Jensen standing in front of him, arms crossed scowling.
“I was…”
Jensen shook his head and led Jared by the scruff of his neck to the front door. They knocked and Jamal, the lead staff answered with an almost amused expression on his face.
“Get inside; it’s past your curfew.”
Jared stared at the floor Jensen gave a cocky grin. “Just goin’ for a walk dude. It’s too nice to be cooped up in here.”
Jamal shook his head. “You’re both gonna lose a level for this. You know that, right?”
Jared's head popped up. “Both of us but…”
Jensen's hold on his neck tightened. “whatever.” He yawned dramatically. “I’m going to bed.”
Jamal stepped aside and Jared and Jensen both went upstairs. Jensen had the one single bedroom in the group home. He’d been there the longest and had managed to maintain a reasonably acceptable behavioral record. Jared was in a room with four bunk beds. He had a top bunk and knocked his head every time he sat up.
Jensen opened his room and Jared flopped back on the bed. Jensen sat on an old chair he sometimes used as a nightstand.
“You keep this up you’re gonna be on level one forever.”
“I won’t be here that long. They’re trying to find me a foster home.”
Jensen snorted.
“What?”
“You’re fifteen. No one’s gonna take in a fifteen year old foster, especially not with your behavioral record. Man, you’re lucky you’re not in a lock down facility.”
Jared stretched feigning nonchalance. “I could handle lock down.”
“Dude, you can’t handle a group home. What are you gonna do next year when I graduate community college and am out of here.”
Jensen saw the panic flit across Jared's face and didn’t want to feel accomplished but if this kid was gonna make it out of the system in one piece, he needed to face some realities.
He was about to say as much when Jamal knocked on the door jamb, Wrap it up guys, lights were supposed to be out ten minutes ago.
Jared sat up. “Yeah, I’m going.” His walk was more subdued, less swagger and a lot more dejection.
Jensen wanted to promise him it’d be okay but the reality was that it might not. Not for a while.
Jamal stayed after Jared left, arms crossed, one foot inside Jensen's room, one foot outside it. “You know you could lose a lot of privileges over covering for a kid like that.”
Jensen nodded. “Yeah. So am I losing my room? Do I gotta give up my job?”
“No, not this time but your allowance is lowered and your bedtime is back to nine thirty.”
“Dude, I’m gonna be nineteen in two weeks.”
“And you chose to stay in the program and follow the rules.”
Jensen nodded and Jamal pulled the door closed before going to check on everyone else.
///
Jared was in a foul mood in the morning and his least favorite staff member was working. She was nasty, and treated them all like criminals rather than what they were, kids with no one looking out for them.
He ignored the loud posturing at the breakfast table but knew that the other kids were pissed at him. The staff was going to be on guard and every little infraction was going to be marked, not just for Jared but for everyone. All because he’d tried to leave. If truth be told he wasn’t even sure where he’d been headed.
Jensen had an early shift at work this morning, and then classes. He wouldn’t be home 'til after four. Jared had to admit he always felt safer when Jensen was around, even if he did act like he knew everything.
After a few bowls of cereal he shouldered his backpack and headed to the bus stop.
The threats didn’t stop. Jared knew it was mostly just talk but he went out of his way to avoid his housemates in school.
When they got there were alarms on all the windows. The grumbling got louder and the anger towards Jared got more palpable.
Jared wanted to do something super girly like bury his face in Jensen's neck when he got home, grabbed and apple and sat down at the table next to Jared, offering to help with his homework.
He didn’t need help with his homework, but Jensen's solid presence was appreciated so he angled his geography textbook a little towards Jensen and continued answering the questions at the end of chapter five.
///
Jensen could feel the tension the moment he walked into the living room.
The boys were passing notes and significant looks and staff was trying to keep it under control but there was homework to help with and dinner to make and apparently Maurice had called out so it was just Jamal and the girl who works three to seven to help with dinner and shit. Not enough.
Jensen stuck close to Jared and wanted to ask if Jared knew what kind of danger he was in. There was no way to do it as Jared was on restriction and they couldn’t even go for a walk.
The evening passed without incident, and so did the next but when all weekend outings were cancelled things became dangerously volatile. Jensen pleaded with Alfonzo, the weekend guy to let them go to park or the mall, anything public, but rules were rules. It was all deadly silent by Monday and Jared seemed to relax. Jensen on the other hand was on high alert. He’d been living in a group home too long to think anything like this would pass without a single punch being thrown.
He and Jared talked in his room, with the door mostly closed. “You know how to fight?”
“’Course.”
“You see it coming, right?”
“I think they’re over it.”
Jensen rocked back on the chair and studied Jared. “You don’t actually believe that do you?”
Jared turned onto his side, resting his head on his hand. “They were pissed. They got over it. I mean, they have to get over it, right?”
“Yeah, once they’ve gotten a few shots in, so seriously… do you know how to fight?”
“Yeah, I spent a week at the Juvenile Corrections Facility; I got out of there alive.”
“Yeah, okay, just… be careful, you know. They’re still gunnin’ for blood.”
Jared nodded and Jensen didn’t feel any better. The kid was too tall, too skinny, too young and too sure he could handle it alone. He was going up against three maybe even four boys; all of them had been at the JCF at some point.
///
Jared kept to himself the next day, not interacting with his housemates, not interacting with anyone. He kept recalling Jensen asking him if he knew how to fight. He’d lied. He knew how to keep his head and ribs covered but swinging back wasn’t his strong suit. He’d never really even spent time at the JCF; he just didn’t want Jensen to think he was some innocent little kid. He was so busy thinking about it he didn’t see it coming.
Something hit him, solid and wet right between the shoulder blades. When he turned to yell there were three boys on him and a fourth kicking at his head. He curled up, hoping to prevent serious damage but they grabbed his arms held him and punched, his face, his chest, his stomach… it felt like the blows would never stop and then he heard Jensen calling, yelling. The arms supporting him let go. He heard sneakers pounding on the asphalt of the school yard. Without the support he crumpled to the ground.
///
Jensen skipped class to do the stupidest thing he’d ever done, hang around the school and make sure Jared was okay. He had a bad feeling and had overheard a few things while he was up early for work. By the time he saw the skirmish it was almost over. Jared's head was hanging, his hair covering his face, his body limp. He ran at full speed and the boys ran in the other direction. He knew them all, lived with them and right now, couldn’t care less. He called 911 on his cell while he cradled Jared's head on his lap. There was blood everywhere, and he couldn’t tell if it was just a very bloody nose or worse.
They wouldn’t let him on the ambulance with Jared, but emergency staff was called in and he was allowed to go visit.
///
Two weeks later Jared was still sore and a little bruised. He was on a new bed in a new group home. He’d given up silly notions of finding a foster home or making friends. He kept to himself. They’d given him a single room, one of only two in the house because for the moment he had special needs. Soon they’d put him back into one of the regular rooms and he’d have to face a new set of kids.
There was a knock on his door and Jensen ducked his head in. “Hey.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Visiting hours. You know, for approved friends and family.”
“Which are you again?”
Jensen sat down on the folding chair, picking up the book that had previously taken the spot. “Reading this for school?”
“Yeah.”
“Need help?”
“Nah, I’m okay. And thanks by the way. They say you called the ambulance.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that.”
“Just feels like I do.”
“It’s what friends do for each other. You have had friends before, right?”
Jared shrugged.
“Well, you’ve got one now.”
TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER
Jared dropped his three duffle bags and one box of possessions out of the way of the front door. “So I live here now.”
Jensen nodded. “Eighteen and out. That was your call.”
“I couldn’t stay.”
Jensen went back to cutting something up in the kitchen. “I know. I’m cooking dinner but that means you’re cooking tomorrow. I’m not your maid.”
Jared laughed, a loud and brash sound that made Jensen smile.
“So cool. How spicy do you like your chicken?”
“Hot as you can make it man.” Jared put his feet up on the coffee table and started Skate4 “and I’m gonna kick your ass at this once you’re done bein’ old Mother Hubbard.”
Jensen threw a slice of green pepper at him and shook his head. “No class man, no class.”
Jared ate the green pepper and shrugged. “I’m a product of my upbringing.” His eyes drifted to the window on his right. “That leads out to the fire escape?”
“Yeah but you don’t need to jump three floors to leave. Doors that way.” Jensen gestured with his head.
Jared smiled. “Free. Sounds good.”
“It is, man, trust me. You’re gonna like freedom.”
A week later Jared was cooking dinner. He’d worked most of the day and had two classes at the local college. He was tired, but he was happy, and when Jensen came home, slid a six pack in the fridge and kissed his neck… he was more than happy.
