The house was quiet. Jared drove away; he would take care of putting away the unharmed vegetables. He left Jensen alone, and Jensen found himself turning the icy doorknob that led to Jared’s room.
An eerie creak echoed through the space as the door swung inward.
The bed was unmade and nothing out of the ordinary jumped out at Jensen. Still, his heart thudded loud in his chest as he lifted the pillows, searching for the bag that Jared had had with him when he moved in.
Jensen sat on the bed and laid back. He kept thinking about those robots, the voices behind them; there was no way they had come from this time, from modern technology. Or more importantly, this planet.
He turned over onto his stomach and dragged himself over until half of his body hung off the bed and peered under the mattress. He smirked.
Bingo. Jensen dragged the satchel out and tugged it onto the bed, pulling the drawstring and letting the contents spill out.
Gems and maps fell onto the bed. The jewels were each the size of Jensen’s fist, and when he touched them, their color and texture moved under his fingertips. He yanked his hand away and reached for the maps instead. Most of them didn’t make sense covered with circles with lines running through them—until Jensen came across the last map.
It was the solar system. Earth’s solar system.
Of course, that was when Jared stumbled into the room; Jensen hadn’t heard him come in. Jared’s body stilled when he saw his belongings sprawled out before him. Jensen licked his bone-dry lips.
“So…you really are an alien.”
Jared bit his lip on a bashful smile.
“To me, you’re the alien.” Jared came closer and Jensen didn’t flinch away as he began to clean up the bed. When he was done, Jared tossed the satchel to the side and toed off his shoes. He sat beside Jensen and put his hands on his knees. “How are you doing?”
“Pretty well considering the day I’ve had.”
Jensen laughed a little, still feeling jittery. Jared’s hands clenched, but he didn’t move. He swallowed, and Jensen watched sweat trickle down from his temple.
Adrenalin thudded in Jensen’s body and he felt a knotted up part of him release. He’d been living in uncertain fear, but facing death put things in perspective.
Even if it didn’t last, even if Jensen’s attraction and familiarity with Jared wasn’t logical, Jensen wanted a taste of what it would be like to be happy.
Jensen put his hand over Jared’s hand and Jared froze as Jensen pressed their lips together. He made a confused noise, his back straightening as Jensen’s tongue ran over his lower lip.
“What—” Jared groaned when Jensen slipped his tongue behind Jared’s teeth, and he put his hands on Jensen’s shoulders. “What’s happening?”
Jensen rolled his eyes.
“I’m kissing you, dumbass. Unless you’re not into it.”
When Jensen moved to pull away, Jared followed, kissing him and awkwardly maneuvering to straddle Jensen’s hip; they achieved perfect balance for about three seconds before they fell over. Jared laughed into Jensen’s neck, tickling him, and Jensen began giggling as well. His laughter turned into a low moan when Jared’s knee slid up, nudging against Jensen’s erection.
Every touch seemed almost too sharp—too much sensation. Jensen’s heart pounded and he jumped when Jared’s thumb caressed his cheek.
“Hey.” Jared sat up, puling Jensen up with him. “It’s okay.”
Jensen smiled and nodded.
Jared kissed Jensen’s nose and wiggled his way out from under him. Their knees knocked together, but they still managed to separate, exchanging a few sloppy kisses on the way. Jensen stripped off his shirt and toed off his socks, starting to unbuckle his belt and push down his jeans when he noticed Jared staring at him, his eyes darting from his bulge, to his chest, then back to his bulge again. Jensen squirmed.
“What?” It had been so long since Jensen had been with anyone, he worried that maybe sex wasn’t as simple as he remembered. “Is something wrong?”
“No!” Jared shook his head so hard that it made Jensen laugh. “No, nothing’s wrong. You’re perfect.”
Jensen scoffed and rolled his eyes. Jared was starting to sound like a trashy romance novel.
“All right, space man, then out of those clothes.” It was a team effort, the both of them shedding jeans and underwear. As soon as Jensen had rid himself of his clothes, he was being kissed, Jared so eager that he missed Jensen’s mouth and ended up licking his cheek. “Whoa, whoa, easy.” Jensen smiled and wiped his face. “No need to rush.”
The endearing pink staining Jared’s face and neck reddened further.
“I, uh, just… it’s been a while. And I like you.”
Jared pinned Jensen as they fell back to the bed together, and when his body slid up, their erections pressing against each other, Jensen saw stars. He stretched his neck back and a desperate moan fell from his lips that might have been embarrassing if he’d had the peace of mind to worry about such trivial things. Luckily, it only seemed to drive Jared forward, and his and his long fingers wrapped around both of their erections.
Sparks ignited under Jensen’s flushed skin. His breath caught in his throat and he moved his trembling fingers to try and help them both along, to show Jared that he was no slouch, but Jared knocked his hand away.
“Please.” Jared’s eyes were glassy, his smile so open and happy that Jensen wanted to look away. “Let me.”
Jensen nodded. Jared squeezed them both together and Jensen’s back arched as Jared straddled his hips, rocking into his own grip, the motion slicking his hand with their pre-come.
When Jared’s thumb brushed over Jensen’s head, Jensen’s eyes shot open, Jared stared down at him with rapt expression, one of worship and loyalty, all directed at him. Jared never once looked away at his twisting hand, or Jensen’s sweaty chest. His eyes were on Jensen’s face, concentrated like he never wanted to forget Jensen’s expression in this moment.
It was too much. Jensen had to close his eyes.
He rolled his hips, trying to focus on the sensation, but thoughts kept sneaking in even as his breaths became faster and faster. He thought of the world Jared had come from, the galaxies and stars between them. As Jensen’s orgasm approached, he saw bright colors, stardust and faraway planets that he couldn’t know. The countless wonders that stretched across space passed him in a wild, desperate blur. It was so bright and beautiful, and it felt more familiar than Jensen’s own home.
Jared twisted his wrist and Jensen opened his eyes, the star systems and supernovae disappearing. Jared was still looking at him, his grip steady, and Jensen’s breath caught in his throat.
“I’m gonna—Jared, I’m gonna—”
Jensen’s warning was interrupted by a stifled moan falling from Jared’s lips, like watching Jensen come was a holy occurrence. Jensen lost it, his hips stuttering and his cock pulsing as his release covered Jared’s hand and their chests. Jared’s grip faltered and Jensen felt Jared’s cock twitch, and then their mess doubled. Jensen’s eyes were glittering green slits, his body slack as the aftershocks washed over him.
Eventually, Jared groped over the side of the bed and wiped them up with his t-shirt. Jensen moved to the side, but they had no choice but to share the wet spot. Jared lay his arm over Jensen’s side, his breath tickling the back of Jensen’s neck.
Sleep pulled Jensen under, and he didn’t worry about robots. He dreamt of space, and it filled him with a sense of deep comfort.
For the first time in Jensen’s life, he didn’t wake up by an alarm. Instead, he woke up a half hour early due to the weight on his side and the bed that didn’t feel like his own. Memories of the night before hit him like a bus, and Jensen carefully slid out from under Jared’s arm, taking care not to wake him.
Jared wasn’t a total lunatic. The whole time, he’d been telling the truth. Jensen had just slept with an alien.
Jensen ran into his room and locked the door. He took a deep breath, then four more. He moved quickly, sticking to his routine so his mind didn’t fall apart; he showered, pulled on jeans that were on the floor, and found a clean shirt to wear. He unlocked his door and went to the kitchen to pour himself some Fruit Loops.
The artificially colored circles had no wisdom to offer, so Jensen ate in silence.
When Jared had first started moved in with them, he’d said he was looking for someone. Jensen had brushed it off as more crazy talk, but now… Jared had never lied to him. But if Jared had such an important person to search for, why the hell was he sticking around a pizza joint and sleeping with the locals?
Jensen grimaced, an icy weight settling in his stomach. He got up, shoving his hands into his pockets, and flinched when his fingers hit something sharp. Jensen grabbed the item and unfolded—a business card.
Images of the crazed customer came back to him in violent flashes and he balked at how easily he’d forgotten. Then again, he’d been busy being attacked by robots and finding out that Jared really was an alien. Jensen looked out into the hall, his heart hammering, and reached for the old rotary phone that hung on the wall. Cradling the phone against his ear, he spun in the numbers and pressed his back against the kitchen counter so he could keep an eye on the hallway leading to Jared’s room.
The line rang once—and then stopped.
“We’re sorry, but the number you have dialed is out of service indefinitely. Please state the nature of your call and the message will be delivered.”
A loud click made Jensen flinch and he pressed the phone to his ear. The hiss of white noise fizzled, but then Jensen heard breathing. He slammed the phone down, his shoulders shaking. Picking it up again, he was about to dial Misha when he heard the same white noise overlaying hushed breathing again. Jensen dropped the phone, his chest aching as his mind scrambled for what to do next.
“Is everything okay?” Jensen just about jumped out of his own skin at Jared’s sleep-raspy voice. He turned and his traitorous heart skipped a beat; he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Jared’s eyes lost their lazy glaze and he was at Jensen’s side with a few quick strides. “Jensen, what happened?”
He couldn’t begin to explain to Jared what was eating away at him like a concentrated acid. Instead, Jensen swallowed even though his throat was dry.
“Who are you looking for?” Jared’s eyes widened and Jensen hurried on before he lost his nerve. “You said you were looking for someone. It’s been months and you’re still hanging around here delivering fucking pizza.”
Jared’s face crumbled, but Jensen refused to back down, even when Jared touched his wrist.
Jensen pulled away, yanking his on hoodie.
“No. Stop hanging around, screwing with m—the locals.” Jensen turned to meet Jared’s watering eyes. His throat was tight as he spoke. “Go find whoever you came here for, Jared. Don’t let Misha or me distract you anymore.” Jensen hated himself as a few tears slipped out of Jared’s eyes. Jared tried to get closer, but Jensen slammed his fist on the counter. “Get out!”
Jared still wouldn’t move. Jensen stalked back to Jared’s room, grabbing his bag and stuffing the maps and jewels inside before hurling it at him. “Get the fuck out!”
Jared caught the bag and hurried out of the house, the door slamming behind him. Jensen covered his face with his hands, instantly blanketed in loneliness. The Vespa roared, and then faded away. Everything was quiet, and Jensen could finally relax.
He rubbed his raw, red eyes, and took a few calming breaths. Walking outside, he hopped onto his bicycle and began to the trek to the restaurant.
Everything was silent, as if Jared had taken all the sound with him. No cars passed him, and no pedestrians. Noise only returned, barely, when Jensen’s tires chewed the gravel in the restaurant driveway. Tucking his the bike into the rack by the back door, he went inside.
Misha stood in front of the refrigerator. Jensen’s sneakers squeaked on the tile floor.
“Jared is gone.” Jensen felt transparent as Misha’s shoulders slumped and he looked at Jensen like he was a lost child. “I told him to go… I’ll make the deliveries.”
“We haven’t gotten any calls. The lines are dead and I can’t get any service on my cell phone.” Misha leaned his hip against the counter. “I thought…you looked happy yesterday.”
Jensen’s stomach clenched.
“He’s not crazy, Misha. When we came home—these things come after us, and…and…” Jensen dragged his fingers through his hair. “He’s from space, Misha.”
“No shit, Jensen. He’d never heard of pizza before, come on.” Misha turned on the water and began to wash his hands. “Still, it’s a little close-minded of you.”
Jensen raised his eyebrows, shuffling over to the sink to wash his hands as well.
“Are you calling me out for not watching The X-Files with you?”
Misha shook his head, turning off the water and wiping his hands off on his apron.
“Nah, just xenophobic.” Misha sighed. “I mean, why couldn’t he do whatever it is he came here to do and then come back and make out on your face?” Jensen didn’t have a good enough answer, but thankfully, Misha didn’t push it, turning instead to the empty restaurant and eerily silent phone. “You think that…people found out about him? That they cut the phone lines?”
Misha’s fingers shook as he went for his toothpicks and Jensen shook his head.
“Nah,” he lied, “everything is fine.” Misha smiled, a blue toothpick sticking out from between his lips.
Jensen took a breath to continue, but the shriek of car brakes made them both jump; they ran out of the kitchen, unable to see out the front windows, now covered in dust. Jensen opened the front door as a small red Volkswagen rocked to a halt in the paring lot. The door opened and the trembling man from before—Rob Benedict, according to his business card—coughed and waved the dust away.
Jensen blinked. “What the fuck?”
Rob’s big blue eyes widened as they met Jensen’s.
“Thank God you’re here, I didn’t know where else to look.”
Misha nudged Jensen’s side.
“You know him?”
Jensen rubbed his temples and nodded.
“He was the new customer from a few days ago.” Jensen’s shoulders went slack as he shouted out to Rob. “What do you want? I tried calling you this morning, but I got a weird recording—”
“I know, I know.” Rob scratched his head, his eyes red and his lips quivering as he approached. “I’m only talking to you.” His index finger pointed at Jensen. “No one else.”
Misha shook his head.
“No way, Jensen. If shit’s gonna go down—”
“You’ll stay here. Call Vicki and just…” Jensen broke his gaze with Rob and squeezed Misha’s hand. “You’ve got someone. I don’t. Maybe me and the crazy guy will fix it.” Jensen smiled crookedly despite his closing throat. “It’ll all work out.”
Misha’s eyes watered and his voice shook.
“I could make you stay.”
Jensen smirked bitterly.
“No, you can’t.” He let go of Misha’s hand. “I’ll be back.”
He didn’t realize it, but Jensen’s first step towards Rob was the first step toward his future.
Rob cleared his throat, his keys jingling in his hand. “Ready?”
Jensen slid into the passenger’s side of the Volkswagen, clipping on his seatbelt as Rob settled into the driver’s seat and fired up the engine. They pulled back and Jensen kept his eyes on Misha until they were on the road.
“Sure.” Jensen swallowed. “I hope so.”
Rob gripped the steering wheel tightly as they flew down the road towards a small town settled at the start of the mountain trails. Jensen didn’t have to wait long for the other man to start talking.
“Your deliveryman isn’t from this planet.”
Rob’s eyes jerked in Jensen’s direction. Jensen crossed his arms, and Rob sniffed.
“W-well, I caught him on my satellite feed entering Earth’s atmosphere on a motorcycle. And I went to the crash site, but by the time I got there, he was gone. And—and others, I didn’t catch them on a feed, but a larger object entered a semi-controlled decent and ended up landing in the upper Massachusetts area. Your deliveryman—”
“Jared. His name is Jared Padalecki. And it’s a Vespa.”
The scientist hiccupped.
“Right. Um, well, Jared isn’t, I don’t think he’s alone.”
“No. They’re not Jared’s friends or anything; they’re bounty hunters looking for him.”
There was a long pause and Rob slowed down as they entered the town; kids played outside and adults checked their cell phones, all of them failing to get a signal. The car stopped at a red light and Rob turned to face Jensen.
“Did Jared say anything about a large, unmanned ship on its way to this location—one that emits similar energy levels to a nuclear device?” Jensen’s blood went cold and Rob’s drew into a frown. “Didn’t think so.” They drove on and Jensen felt like he couldn’t get enough oxygen into his lungs as the car started up again. “It’s just outside our atmosphere, but if it enters…”
They came to another crosswalk, stopping for families and tourists to cross the street. Jensen sat back and leaned his head against the window.
“So what are we going to do about it? Is like, NASA or the government doing something about this?”
Rob shook his head.
“No one’s answering their phones. I keep getting weird message machines.” Jensen rubbed his temples, squeezing his eyes shut. He heard Rob sniff. “Headache?”
“Yeah. You can’t just exposit that much and not get a migraine.” Rob snorted and Jensen opened his eyes to catch a twitchy smile on the other man’s face. Jensen smiled back as the light turned green. “We can go.”
Rob lifted his foot from the brake but immediately slammed it back down, making the Volkswagen lurch. Standing in front of the car was a lithe, fair-skinned man in cheap sunglasses, jeans, and a blazer. He stood there casually as though he wasn’t blocking traffic. Rob squinted.
Rob rolled down the window, leaning out to tell the man to get out of their way. The man smirked and pointed at Jensen before jutting his thumb out to the side.
“Get out of the car, pretty boy. You owe me two scouter bots.”
Jensen’s vision became too bright as his throat closed up. He wheezed and pressed back against the car seat.
“That’s him.” Rob’s head whipped around at Jensen’s shrill voice. “That’s—That voice—it’s the bounty hunter, go, go, GO!”
Rob shifted the car into reverse and slammed down on the gas pedal. The stink of burning rubber filled the car and they flew backwards for all of five and a half seconds before slamming to a stop. Jensen’s body rocketed forward, the seatbelt biting into his shoulder and chest.
Jensen blinked, choking his terror down in order to breathe. He struggled to turn around against the seatbelt.
Another man, this one tall with dark hair and bulging muscles, smiled sweetly at him before ripping the rear tires off the car with his bare hands, his eyes glowing electric blue as he tossed the tires aside. Jensen watched, slack-jawed, as the man walked up to the passenger’s side of the car, his eyes fading back to a normal hazel color.
Rob’s breathing was heavy and fast as the dark-haired man opened the door like he was Jensen’s date, extending his hand and everything.
“Please exit the vehicle.” Jensen’s eyes widened as he recognized the man’s voice come from the other robot scouter. “We’re not going to hurt you; we just want to ask you for a few questions.”
“Yeah, like what you did to my fucking scouters!”
The lithe man’s voice rose and his companion shot his companion a look.
The skinny sunglasses-wearer, Mike, threw up his hands.
“Fine, Tom, do what you do.”
The innocent tourists were all frozen in place on the sidewalks, their attention locked on the situation in the middle of the road. Jensen’s hand shook as it slid along his seatbelt, his fingers bumping the button to release him into the hands of the bounty hunters.
Before Jensen could unbuckle his belt and take Tom’s hand, though, a screaming engine stopped him. Mike, Tom, Jensen, and Rob turned to look behind them at the yellow Vespa tearing towards them. Jensen couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face, but it quickly fell when Mike whipped out a silver gun that looked like it had been ripped straight out of a Star Trek episode.
Mike didn’t hesitate in firing, burling a burning blast of blue toward Jared and his Vespa. Jensen twisted, reaching his hand out of the car.
The Vespa squealed and the blast sent up debris and a dust plume. The Vespa slid out of the dust, almost hitting Tom’s shoe. Jared was nowhere to be seen.
The tourists screamed and scattered, running for safety. Rob squeezed his eyes shut and Jensen’s body went slack. He saw Jared crouched on the sidewalk, gripping a golf club like a bat. He sprang up and took a hard swing at Mike, who was still looking in the direction the Vespa had come from. Tom, who apparently had superior reflexes between the two, ripped the car door off Rob’s Volkswagen and swung it between Mike and Jared’s club.
Metal rang out and the golf club went flying. Jared fell back onto the ground, his hand shaking with the reverberations of the metal-on-metal contact, but that didn’t stop him from whipping out his slingshot and firing off a quick shot that sent Mike’s gun skittering across the pavement. Jared didn’t give Mike and Tom time to recover, firing shots one after the other, but Tom used the car door as a shield to protect Mike and didn’t flinch when the projectiles opened up gashes on his knuckles.
Tom’s eyes turned a hypnotic blue and Jared whistled loudly.
The Vespa roared to life and shot to him right as Tom fell to his knees, crying out as his eyes faded back to green. Jared’s eyes locked with Jensen’s.
Jared threw a small ball at the ground and purple smoke exploded out of it. The sound of the Vespa tearing away propelled Jensen to action as he fumbled with his seatbelt again.
“Oh my God.” Jensen heard Rob, but couldn’t see him through the thick purple smoke. “Oh my God, oh my—”
The seatbelt finally whipped off, clipping Jensen’s chin. He grabbed Rob, yanking off his seatbelt, dragging him over the stick-shift and out of gaping passenger’s side now that Tom had ripped the door off.
“Get the natives!” Mike’s voice made Jensen’s blood turn to ice. “I’ll handle Padalecki. No one can outdrive me.”
A gust of wind dissipated enough of the smoke for Jensen to get a look through it; Mike jumped into a car, leaving Tom on the ground with a small gun that he pressed against he inside of his arm—
Jensen’s eyes widened when a soft mechanical hiss made Tom’s eyes flutter shut and his head tilt back. Then the smoke covered the alien bounty hunter back up and Rob hiccupped. Jensen clutched Rob’s wrist and pulled him down the street.
He held one hand out in front of him to keep from bumping into anything. Jensen didn’t look back even once.
About four miles later as Rob led him up a mountain, a branch hit Jensen in the face. He scowled at the sting and hiked on.
They came to a chain link fence and Rob smiled. Jensen almost cried with relief.
“We made it.” Rob’s eyes watered and his grin wobbled. “We made it.” Jensen’s arms burned when he helped Rob scale the fence first by holding Rob’s foot and pushing him up. When it came time for him to follow, Jensen’s hands were shaking and his ankle caught on the top of the fence, the metal digging into his skin. Jensen landed rough on his feet and he knew he must have looked awful when Rob reached to steady him, but halfway through the motion he froze. “Did you hear that?”
Jensen’s whole body tensed and they both fell silent, ears straining to hear anything unnatural on the mountain. After a while, Jensen sighed.
“I don’t hear anything.”
Rob’s eyes were still jumpy as he led Jensen away from the fence.
“Let’s go.” Rob led Jensen down a paved driveway to a small house. Everything inside was dusty and minimalistic, and Rob opened a door that led to stairs heading down. “Yeah, I spend most of my time in the basement.”
Jensen followed Rob down the stairs, his eyes widening at the massive space decorated with movie posters, tiled floors, and a lived-in couch. Rob bounded to a connecting room while Jensen fought the urge to collapse on the couch. The battle only lasted a few seconds before Jensen sat down, exhaling deeply as he relaxed against the cushions.
“Jesus.” Jensen felt his knees pop as he stretched out his legs. “I’m too old for this shit.”
Rob stuck his head out of the door.
“Did you say something?” Jensen shook his head and Rob came out with a laptop hugged to his chest. “I want to show you something.” He sat next to Jensen and opened the laptop, pulling up a video. “I recorded this at the end of last month.”
The video was a crystal clear shot of space, the twinkling taking Jensen’s breath away and makings him feel small. Rob bit his tongue as the feed showed a yellow Vespa zooming by, the long-legged rider laughing as he flew through space. Then the video ended and Jensen coughed up a weak laugh.
“I thought he was lying because…It didn’t make sense, traveling through space on a scooter.”
Rob’s lips curled up in an exhausted smile.
“I thought so too, until I caught this.” Rob put his laptop away and stood. “Come on, let’s keep moving.”
“We just go here!”
Rob pulled at Jensen’s hands until he stood up.
“I know, but I don’t want to give that alien speed freak any more time to find us.” Jensen let himself be pulled to the staircase, but then Rob stopped and bent to grab something off of a nearby mantle. “Here, take this.” Jensen took the proffered aluminum bat. Rob shrugged. “You look like you’d make better use of it than me.”
Jensen’s fingers tightened around the handle and he followed Rob up the stairs. They moved quickly and quietly, but when they opened the door, Tom was there. Rob leapt back, smashing against Jensen’s chest and making him wheeze; Tom’s huge hand closed around Rob’s forearm and he pulled him forward. Before Jensen could raise the bat, Tom held up his hand.
“Hey, I don’t want to hurt you.” Tom’s smile was warm. Rob gazed up at him with wide eyes. “This will be over soon, and then we’ll be out of your hair, I promise.”
His heart pounding in his chest, Jensen nodded, prompting Rob to close his eyes and whimper. Tom used something bright, like solid bands of light, to bind Rob’s wrists and ankles together and carried him back inside, gently placing him on the dusty floor. Tom held a second pair of light bands out for Jensen, like he was giving him futuristic bracelets. Jensen eyed them warily.
“Um…how are you going to…?”
Tom sniffed and held his other hand out.
“Give me that club and I’ll get these on you nice and snug.”
Jensen handed Tom the bat, and Tom pushed the strange not-exactly-solid bands through Jensen’s wrist. It happened too quickly for Jensen to react; his body buzzed, a strong vibration shaking his bones for an instant before it was gone. The bands hovered around his wrists, and when Jensen tried to move his hands he found himself unable.
Tom followed Jensen back inside, then stepped around in front of him, stretching and breathing in deep.
“Oh, this planet is so lovely.” The wondrous and amazed expression on Tom’s face as he watched the sun sink in the sky, making the trees look like they were burning, was like a distorted reflection of Jared’s. Jensen’s chest clenched as he remembered how he’d laughed at Jared’s wide-eyed adoration, how he’d thought Jared was crazy. Tom pulled Jensen out of his thoughts with a touch to his shoulder. “Is every evening like this one?”
Jensen shrugged as much as the strange bindings would allow.
“I guess.” Jensen watched as Tom, still beaming, pulled what looked like the thirtieth generation of iPhone out of his pocket. It was completely clear, the icons bright blue and yellow. “What are you doing?”
Tom glanced up from the device.
“Hm? Oh, just letting Mike know I’ve got you and he can come to us now.” Tom looked up at the sky. “Now that we’ve got you, Padalecki will certainly give himself up.” Tom held out his hand. “I’m Tom Welling.”
Jensen was just able to brush his fingers against Tom’s in greeting.
“I’m, uh, Jensen Ackles.”
Tom’s face dropped, but soon he was smiling again.
A hush fell over them, Tom rocking back on his heels as a breeze blew past them. Birds chirped and cicadas sang like everything wasn’t so unfair. Jensen’s hands quaked as he finally broke the silence, angry that his captor was so sunny.
“What’s your friend gonna do? Shoot him?” Tom turned, his stupid face open and naïve, not at all malicious like Jensen had imagined. “Because Jared isn’t a maniac. Your friend is a maniac—he almost killed us with those robot things! Your friend is the menace, not Jared!”
Tom frowned and crossed his arms.
“Mike isn’t a menace. He’s really nice once you get to know him.” Jensen rolled his eyes and Tom’s shoulders tensed as he planted himself in front of Jensen. “Mike is one of the kindest people I’ve ever had the fortune of knowing.”
Jensen stood his ground, facing down the alien being before him. Tom’s hazel eyes burned into his.
Tom took a deep breath.
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