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He Always Gets What He Wants

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A/N: new story alert. I'm quite excited about this story and where it could go. I know stories like this have been done before, but I hope this one can stand out. I hope you all enjoy it. Oh and if anyone is interested: I might do another chapter for OFFICE ROMANCE?  Only if people are interested. If you are please review on that story and let me know. J

Disclaimer: I don’t own Jared or Jensen, no matter how much I might want to. No infringements meant.

Slash. Jared/Jensen pairing.

 

For now the following will be used. There could be more later on:

Texttext messages

Text: thoughts

 

On with the show

___________________________J&J_____________________________________

 

Jensen had never been good at not getting his way, for as long as he could remember, he always got his way.

 

Got what he wanted. Yes he was spoilt rotten, but that was not his fault. If you want someone to blame, blame his parents. But that was another matter all on its own.

 

He had somehow managed to convince his father to let him go to college in California, which was no easy feat considering how very protective his father was. He had his reasons, but Jensen had always wanted more for himself. More away from his father and his business.

 

But now all that was coming to an end. He knew it the minute he felt he was being followed. He might have not wanted anything to do with his father, but the man taught him how to look after himself and always be on the look out.

 

He just knew at any given moment he would have to make the call, which is why he attempted to put it off for as long as possible. It had been three weeks since that fateful day and he could no longer put if off any longer.

 

He dialled the number and waited for two rings before the phone was answered.

“Jensen, what’s going on son? Haven’t heard from you in a while now,” his father had said.

“Hi dad, would you believe me if I said missed you?” he asked.

“Not with that tone. What happened?”

He paused for a while trying to find the words to explain.

“I’m being followed dad.”

He could hear the chains spinning on the other side of the phone. He heard his father exhale a deep breath before asking: “how long have you known? And don’t lie to me Jensen Ackles I know you better than that.”

“Three weeks.”

“And you tell me this now? Something could have happened to you. You are coming home son, I'm not taking any more risks.”

His dad hung up and Jensen just looked at the phone in his hands feeling like throwing it against the wall.

He was frustrated, after four years of freedom he has to go back to San Antonio. Just what he needs.

Why now. After all this time, they find me now. I know he won’t listen to reason. And it’s not even my fault. He’s the one with dodgy business deals and I’m the one that has to pay for it. It’s not fair. He thought bitterly to himself.

 

His life now officially sucked. He had to pack up all his things as soon as possible, because knowing his father; he’s on the next flight home.

 

My life officially sucks ass right now, I have to go back to Texas, can’t go into details. He texted his best friend.

 

What?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can’t be serious. No ways. When?

 

As soon as my dad tells me. Im sorry Misha, but I don’t have much of a choice here. Chances are; I won’t even have the time to say goodbye.  

He and Misha had been friends since his their first year and to have to say goodbye was not something he wanted to do. Misha was the only person that had stuck by him through everything. He also knew that chances of seeing his friend were slim to none and that made him want to cry.

 

Will I ever see you again? And does this have to do with whatever you can’t tell me about your family? Are you in trouble?

 

He wanted to tell him, he really did. But how do you tell your best friend that your father is the most feared man in all of Texas? And that your life is in danger because of it? It was messed up, but he couldn’t tell Misha the truth.

 

I’m sorry I can’t tell you anything. And to be honest; I don’t know if we’ll see each other again, but I’ll miss you Misha. So much you have no idea. I have to go pack now.

 

He started to pack up his apartment after having not lived in campus accommodation since his first year.

As much as he loved his parents, he hated what his father was. It was never easy growing up in Texas, that’s the main reason he had left.

 

It wasn’t easy being the only child to a gang leader. His father had a lot of enemies who wouldn’t hesitate to use Jensen or his mother just to get to the older man. Jensen had gone as far as to use his maternal grandmother’s maiden name to avoid being found.

 

But now it was back to reality.

 

Well it was good while it lasted. At least I gave it a shot. No more wondering. He thought sitting on his bed after packing.

 

 

Jared Padalecki wasn’t one to complain.  He had always been the kind of guy to roll with the punches and just live the life he was dealt.

This was by no means his first choice, but after being discharged from the marines, there was not much in the name of choices. He was a disgraced ex-marine and people weren’t really willing to hire someone like him. He had joined when he was 19 years old and had been discharged at 22.

 

So what if he lashed out, everyone is entitled to one screw up, but not Jared Padalecki. The world would have to end first. He had roamed around for three years after his discharge from the marines. Using his skills to get by.

 

You can judge him, but he won't make excuses for himself. Yes he didn’t help people, but what else was there for him? He’s killed people before, so it wasn’t really all that bad.

 

It’s amazing how people can justify things. When he was a marine it was called fighting for your country, but now; it’s murder. Yes murder. He’s not proud of it, but he has done what he needed to do to make sure he paid his bills.

 

He hasn’t killed as many people since joining Jeffery Dean Morgan’s ‘family’ three years ago. He dealt with people that were... uncooperative. It wasn’t pretty, but he was good at his job. He was 25 when he approached Jeffery. Most would have been scared, but he knew how to take care of himself. The older man had applauded his guts and gave him a job. He hadn’t left since that fateful day.

 

Now he was Jeffery’s right hand man, the older man trusted him more than anyone else. So much so that Jared had his own room in the mansion, well more along the lines of floor. He stayed on the top floor of the three-story house, with Jeffery and Samantha on the second floor.

 

It was the closest thing he had to a family. His own didn’t care one way or the other what happened to him. So he appreciated the Morgan’s and all they had done for him.

 

Samantha treated him like her own child, but he put that to the fact that she probably missed her son dearly. He had yet to meet the golden boy. He couldn’t believe that he had stayed away so long without once coming back home. Samantha had gone to visit him on occasion, never for too long because Jeffery was afraid his enemies would find out where his precious son was.

 

“You seem very deep in thought,” he heard from behind him.

 

“You know me Sam, my head is never in one place for too long,” he replied with a smile.

 

“I’m making lunch; do you want anything in particular?”

“I’ll have one of your famous turkey sandwiches.”

 

“Coming right up. Oh Jared, I have amazing news,” she said with a big smile.

 

He loved how she was always so happy, guess that’s what made her balance Jeffery out so well.

He looked at her, silently letting her know she could continue.

 

“Jensen’s coming home. My baby boy is finally coming back where he belongs.”

He was happy for her; she always talked about her son with so much love in her voice.

“I get to finally meet him. Wonder what he’s like,” he wondered out loud.

“Oh I can't wait for you to meet him. I'm sure you two will get along. And you’ll finally have someone your age to talk to,” she said giving him his sandwich.

 

“I wouldn’t say he’s my age Sam. He’s five years younger than me.”

 

“It’s not that big a difference Jared. So don’t let it be.”

“So when is he coming home?” Jared asked.

He wasn’t really sure what to make if Jensen. The other guys said he was nothing more than a spoilt brat that always got what he wanted.

 

“Tomorrow, he’s father went with the jet to get him. So by tomorrow I’ll have my baby in my arms again.”

 

“Why didn’t he ever come back?” Jared asked the one question that had always been on his mind.

“He never liked what his father does and just wanted to be away from it for a while. I know he’s not completely happy to be coming back, especially because it’s out of his hands,” she explained.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s coming home because someone found him.”

 

It didn’t matter to Jared either way. He and Jensen probably wouldn’t cross paths that often. They were far too different to even get along.

Jared was used to working for what he wanted, Jensen was given everything. There’s not much to talk about with someone so different from yourself.