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Title: Zombiepocalypse
Rating: NC-17
Author: [livejournal.com profile] timehasa_way, with input and awesomeness from [livejournal.com profile] sucuri, of course!



-

That thing going around in the south hasn’t really concerned Jensen too much yet. He’d worried about his friends and family when he’d first heard about it, but it seemed to just be a few random weirdos and not a full-fledged epidemic. Jared had voiced his own concerns, always giving Jensen that wide-eyed worried look and saying things like, “Jen, what if this is serious?” And every time, Jensen would just scoff and say, “They always say it’s gonna be serious, Jay. And it never is. We’ll be fine.”

But now here they are, sitting in the hair and makeup trailer with Jeannie and Shannon and not bothering to do anything about hair or makeup. They’re sitting there listening to the radio, the news broadcast about the accident he and Jared went past this morning.

“The incident didn’t appear to involve any type of accident between the two vehicles that were pulled over, but there may have been some sort of altercation between the two drivers. The male driver was pronounced dead at the scene, while the female driver turned on the authorities, attacking both the police officers and the EMTs who responded…”

Jensen turns his head towards Jared’s chair, and Jared’s staring back at him, giving him that wide-eyed look again, and this time Jensen can’t deny the way his heart’s beating a little faster. He’s starting to really feel worried himself. He’d felt it in his instincts as they were passing the accident site, and now…

“My God,” Jeannie whispers from behind him, and Jensen feels her fingertips slip into his hair, idly massaging his scalp, but it doesn’t feel the way it usually does. The rhythm is off, and he can feel that her mind is elsewhere before he even looks at her through the mirror in front of him.

She’s staring down towards his head, but not really looking at it, and she looks troubled, her face drained of all the happy, lighthearted humor he’s so used to seeing in it between strands of her long dark hair. She’s breathing a little heavier than usual, biting at her bottom lip, and he can see that she’s still trying, still moving through the routine because it is a routine, and maybe it’ll make things seem more normal than they feel right now. He leans back a little further in his chair and swings his arms back in a familiar motion, reaching around her and rubbing at her back, catching her eye when she looks up at him in the mirror.

“It’ll be okay, Jeannie,” he says, smiling a little at her. “We’ll all be okay.” She smiles back at him and lets her hands slip down to his neck and around, leaning down and hugging him from behind.

“Damn straight,” Shannon says, and they both turn to look at her where she stands behind Jared. She sounds confident and also tries a smile, but Jensen can see the worry behind her eyes. She nods, her short blonde hair bobbing a little. “We got the Winchesters on our side. Nobody’ll mess with us.”

Jared laughs a little, but then shares another look with Jensen, and Jensen sobers a bit and just shrugs. There’s nothing else they can do right now but be optimistic about things. There’s a knock on the trailer door, and Jeannie moves to open it, Phil Sgriccia stepping inside.

“They’re definitely not ready yet,” Jeannie says, raising her eyebrows, and Phil just shakes his head, looking oddly serious.

“The only thing any of you have to be ready for is to go home. We’ve been ordered to get the hell outta here. Anybody here on working visas has a week to get home.” He pauses, and nobody says anything. They all just sit and stare, dumbfounded, and Jensen actually squirms in his seat. This is starting to sound pretty fucked up. “Apparently they’re expecting this thing to get pretty serious, if it hasn’t already.”

Jensen can feel Jared’s eyes burning into him, but he doesn’t turn to look at him again. Instead, he spins his chair around to face Phil.

“Think we can get everybody together before we all leave?” he asks, and Phil nods. Jensen’s not sure why he wants to treat this like they always do when it’s the end of the season, everyone getting together to say goodbye and wish each other well. He doesn’t even want to think about the possibility of anybody here being affected by whatever the hell’s going on. But it seems like the right thing to do.

They all stand together outside, cast and crew, and Jensen does his best to give a little speech, telling everyone to be safe and try to enjoy their time off, even if the reason for it worries them, because God knows they work their asses off for this little gem of a show. He thanks them for everything, like he always does, tells them how much they’re all loved and how much like a family they are for him up here, and that they’ll hopefully all be together again very soon. Jared follows up with playful jokes and laughter, trying to lighten the mood, and it works until they’re all splitting up, parting with hugs and worried goodbyes.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jared whispers as the crowd dissipates, and Jensen’s about to agree when Misha steps up next to him.

“I guess we’re all flying out as soon as possible?” he asks, and Jensen’s a little disturbed, because Misha’s more serious than Jensen’s ever seen him. Ever. Well, outside of Castiel of course. He pauses, waiting for something more, like some sort of joke or sexual innuendo to come flowing out of Misha’s mouth like it usually does, but there’s nothing, and Misha tilts his head at him, confused, almost like Castiel.

“Uh, yeah,” Jensen says, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I guess Jared and I’ll go home to pack and then get out of here.”

“Okay.” Misha nods and starts to turn away. “Gimme a call, then? Jim and I’ll probably be heading out around the same time as you guys. We could meet up at the airport?”

“Of course,” Jared answers, and Jensen’s glad he’s there to speak for them, because he’s starting to feel a little too freaked out by this whole thing.

-

“Listen to this,” Jared says, rolling his eyes as he hands his phone over to Jensen. Jensen takes it and hits the button to replay messages, and Jared can hear Chad’s voice through the phone.

“Yo, there’re a bunch of assholes running around thinking they’re zombies and shit. How much you wanna bet this is all because of your fuckin’ show?”

Jensen smirks and shakes his head, handing the phone back over. Jared expects some sort of comment about Chad, but instead he gets, “You get the dogs ready yet?” And that just turns his mood even further south, because he hates this.

“I hate this,” he says out loud, admittedly whining a little and deflating. He eyes the opened suitcases on the bed, already full and ready to go, and hears the sound of the dogs moving about in their carriers downstairs. “I hate putting them in those things. And I hate the idea of shoving them on a plane like that. You know how many animals die on planes?”

“I know,” Jensen says softly, his tone sympathetic as he places his hands on Jared’s arms, and Jared closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Jensen’s, taking some comfort in the fact that Jensen loves Sadie and Harley just as much as he does. “But Jared, we don’t have much of a choice. We’re kinda being rushed out of here, and you know how long it takes to drive home. With what’s going on…we need to get there sooner.” Jared nods against him, and Jensen’s tone gets a little lighter. “The kids’ll be fine. They’ve lived with you all these years. You think a plane is gonna kill ‘em?”

“Fuck you,” Jared says, but he’s smiling, and there’s no heat in his words. He nudges Jensen a bit but then pulls him closer, kissing him lightly on the lips. “You sure you want me to come home with you?” he asks, and he’s felt nervous about the idea ever since Jensen brought it up. “We’ve got a layover in LA. I could just stay there. Or I could switch flights and head to San Antonio from there.”

“Hey, come on,” Jensen complains, smushing up against him and letting his hands fall to his ass, gently squeezing. “I want you to come home with me. Special occasion and all that.”

“We have to leave soon,” Jared whispers, gripping Jensen tighter and trying to ignore where Jensen’s hands are. “And I know it’s your mom’s birthday, but your family…I’m not sure they’d want me there.”

“Stop it,” Jensen orders, and his hands drop as he actually pulls away and fixes Jared with a stern gaze. “It’ll be fine. You’re a part of my family now, and I won’t act like you aren’t. Not after everything we’ve been through. We’re going to Dallas. Both of us.”

“Okay.” Jensen settles a bit, and Jared’s all for standing up for their relationship, but he’s still not okay with this. They came out to both of their families during the last break they had, and things were…awkward with Jensen’s family.

It wasn’t so much that they were homophobic or anything. They just questioned their feelings for each other, questioned their reasoning, thought they were putting too much on the line for something that was most likely a fling due to spending so much time together. They didn’t believe they were in love, so they didn’t exactly approve. Also, Jared was younger, probably just experimenting, using Jensen’s affection to explore the different sides of himself, and Jensen was falling for it.

Jared thinks about that, feels how much it hurts that Jensen’s family would think that about him, even after all the good times they’d spent together before he and Jensen became a couple. It’s bad enough that there’s some sort of crazy disease or something spreading around out there. Now Jared has to deal with this, and he’s not looking forward to it. But he does still care. He does still want to make sure that Jensen’s family is okay, because it’s Jensen’s family. He knows Jensen is probably more worried about them than he’s letting on. So, Jared just sighs and goes along with the plan, because it’s the right thing to do. And if he and Jensen are for real, which they are, they’ll have to spend time with each other’s families at some point. They’ll have to make it work. He heads over to the bed, bending over it to close up his suitcase, and hears a low whistle from behind him. He grins and sticks his ass out a little more, turning his head to look back over his shoulder, and he sees Jensen eyeing him.

“Christ, if only we had more time,” Jensen breathes, shaking his head. “Wanna bend you over that bed.”

“And have your way with me?” Jared asks, wiggling his eyebrows and shaking his ass a little. But then Jensen looks at him, right in the eyes, and Jared knows what Jensen’s feeling. They don’t know when they’ll be back here again, and this has become home for them. He’s tempted to let it happen just because of that, let Jensen take him, their last moment here in this bedroom. But then he looks over at the alarm clock on the bedside table and sighs. “Wish we could.” He zips up his suitcase, then Jensen’s, picks them both up and hands Jensen’s over to him. “But we have to get to the airport.”

-

Jensen’s a little relieved that they not only meet up with Jim and Misha at the airport, but that they all have the same flight to LA. It just feels good to have some of their friends in their sights as they’re leaving Vancouver behind so suddenly. They all hang out at their terminal for a bit, drinking coffee and helping each other to relax, talking about how they’ll be spending their break. It’s nice to make it seem like a good thing, for Misha to have some time with his wife, Jim to enjoy life with his little girl, and for Jensen and Jared to go to Texas together and visit their families. It makes it all seem okay to talk about it like this, and Jensen feels his nerves ease a little bit, even if he is pointedly refusing to look at the TV screens broadcasting the news in the airport. They all ignore it, and Jensen’s grateful for that. The only sticking point is how worried Jared is about the dogs, and Jensen feels his pain there. He finds himself thinking about them more than he even thought he would.

“I already talked to Maddie,” Jim says, and Jensen smiles at him. “You know she’s actually worried about me? I thought it was supposed to be the other way around. But then I think she’s a little too smart for that. She must’ve gotten that from her mother.”

“Aw, Jim,” Jared says, and Jensen sees him playfully kick at Jim’s legs from across the aisle. “Don’t sell yourself too short.”

“What are you gonna do Misha?” Jensen asks, turning to the other man sitting across from him. He keeps a straight face as he continues speaking. “Threesomes and an orgy with the missus?”

“I hear there might be some midgets involved,” Misha answers, completely deadpan, and Jensen barks out a laugh. It always amazes him how Misha can say these things like they’re serious business. “I thought about inviting you all, but I hear it isn’t good to mix business with pleasure.”

“Misha,” Jared chides, kicking out at Misha’s legs harder than he did with Jim’s, but he’s also laughing. “That’s not politically correct, dude.”

“Fuck it, then.” Misha grins and shrugs. “Guess I’ll cross the midgets off the list.”

It’s then that they’re called to board, and they all stand and head for the plane, splitting up into their separate rows and seats. Jensen stands back and waits for Jared to perform his little superstitious tradition of kissing the fingers of his right hand and tapping the top of the plane and then lets Jared take the window seat, because he knows how much Jared loves to stare out of the window and watch them take off, then point out all sorts of interesting clouds and any storms they might spot in the distance. He also knows that that’ll keep Jared’s imagination occupied while Jensen sleeps on the plane, if he has the chance to. He pulls the blanket down that was left on the back of his seat and immediately covers himself up with it, snuggling down into it and squeezing Jared’s hand when it sneaks under it to hold his. He closes his eyes, almost as a reflex, because he sleeps on planes so damn often now.

“Jen.” Jared nudges him awake a little while later, completely unaware that he’d fallen asleep, and hands him a small cup. “Got you some water. There’s pretzels, too.”

“Thanks,” Jensen grumbles, rubbing his eyes and sitting up a little more, trying to wake up as he sets his cup of water down on the tray that folds down from the seat in front of him. He blinks a few times, frowning when he hears plastic being repeatedly tugged and pulled at, and he looks over at Jared fiddling with one of the little bags of pretzels. He raises an eyebrow as he watches Jared try to open them over and over again, to no avail, growing more and more frustrated.

“Son of a bitch!” Jared curses, and Jensen snorts, because he’s amused, even if he’s a little concerned about how loud Jared’s cursing the pretzels out.

“Need some help?” Jensen asks, and Jared glares at him.

“I can do it!”

“Really?” Jensen watches Jared pinch the two sides of the bag with each of his large hands and try to pry them apart to pop the bag open. Nothing happens. He grabs his own bag out of Jared’s lap and pops it open on the first try, pulling a pretzel out and chomping on it loudly, making sure Jared can hear it snapping between his teeth and letting little bits of it poke out of his mouth. “B’cause y’seem t’be struggling,” he says as he chews, and Jared glares at him again and then stares down at his bag, fuming. “Hey, Jared?” Jensen asks innocently, and Jared won’t even look at him now, but Jensen continues anyway, teasing him mercilessly. “Which big cat claims it can win fights against other big cats but can’t even open pre-packaged meals?”

“Big cats don’t have pre-packaged meals!” Jared snaps through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching. “And this isn’t a meal, anyway. It’s a fuckin’ snack!”

“I can open it for yo-”

“NO!”

Jared’s face is beet red now. He’s pissed, and Jensen’s trying so hard to not laugh at him right now. Which is pretty hard, because Jared resorts to biting the bag and twisting it every which way in his teeth, still getting nowhere. And Jensen just can’t resist.

“Dude, you’re so not a jaguar.”

“Would you leave it the fuck alone, already??”

Jensen holds his palms up in a peaceful gesture and leans back in his seat, popping another pretzel in his mouth. He hears the plastic rustle a few more times, and then hears Jared sigh. He waits a few seconds, counting them off in his head, and then the bag appears in front of his face, Jared holding it out to him. He smirks, and he can see Jared’s dejected look out of the corner of his eye. He sets his own bag down in his lap and takes Jared’s, popping it open on the first try.

“Asshole,” Jared mutters when Jensen hands it back, and Jensen just laughs. “You really think everything will be okay with your family?”

Jensen stops laughing, stops chewing. When he looks at Jared again, he sees how nervous he is, taking little bites out of each tiny pretzel instead of emptying the whole bag into his mouth like he usually does. He swallows and sighs.

“It’ll be fine, Jared. Really.” He thinks for a moment, hates how bad Jared feels about all of this. “I’m sorry it’s like this.”

“It’s not your fault,” Jared says, nudging him with his elbow.

“I’m sure they’ll come around,” Jensen says, nodding to himself as much as he is to Jared. He won’t say how unsure he is. Not now. He tries to think of a way to change the subject, and all he can come up with is work. “Kinda sucks we had to stop before we could get into this next episode. Dean’s really looking forward to finally hunting down some zombies.”

“Yeah.” Jared smiles, and just seeing that makes Jensen feel better. “I think he’s pretty relieved that Sammy’s serious about it this time.” Jared peers out the window for a second, and Jensen watches him, watches his face light up as he leans back and motions him over. “Check this one out,” he says, and Jensen looks past him out the window, at the mountain of a cloud that Jared’s pointing at. “Awesome.”

-

Jared listens to Jensen speaking to his family’s answering machine after they get off the plane at LAX and hurry to their connecting flight. He listens to him telling his parents what their plans are, and he tries not to think about it too much. He flags down Misha and Jim before they leave, and Jensen ends his message and hangs up.

“Stay safe, guys,” Jared says, exchanging hugs with both of them, Jensen following suit.

“You too,” Jim says, and then Misha winks at them and just says, “Midgets.”

“Keep in touch,” Jensen calls after them, and then they’re off to another plane, this one heading to Dallas. Jared tries not to think that name without feeling an impending sense of doom and mostly succeeds. He has to do what he has to do. “Don’t know why no one’s answering,” Jensen says, and Jared can tell that he’s worried. It makes any sense of dread flee from his body, because there’s more going on here than just family drama.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” he says, patting and squeezing Jensen’s shoulder in reassurance. “We’ll call them again when we get to Dallas.”

Jensen falls asleep on the plane again, eventually falling over onto Jared’s shoulder, and Jared leaves him there, not caring who sees. It makes him itch to touch Jensen more, but he can handle it. The flight seems almost too short somehow, and before he knows it, he’s nudging Jensen awake, and they’re heading to pick up their baggage and the dogs. Jared can’t forget the dogs. As if he ever could. He’s been worried sick about them ever since they left, and he’s beyond relieved when he gets them back alive and well.

“My dad’s here,” Jensen says suddenly, and Jared looks up from where he’s crouched down in front of the dogs’ crates to see Jensen on his phone, listening to his messages. He looks confused and worried, and Jared stands up straight again. “He’s in the parking lot, ready to pick us up.”

“What’s going on?” Jared asks as Jensen hangs his phone up and shoves it into his jeans pocket. Jensen shakes his head.

“I don’t know.”

It’s then that they both take a moment to look around them. The airport is crowded, packed to the brim with people panicking and rushing to get out of Texas, rather than in. Jared’s got a sinking feeling in his stomach, and he immediately pulls his own cell phone out of his pocket. He sees that he has messages, but he ignores them in favor of calling his family’s house, picking up what he can and following Jensen when Jensen tugs at his arm and leads them out to the parking lot. The phone just keeps ringing, and no one picks up when he calls out on the answering machine. He hangs up, ready to panic to Jensen, but then he suddenly realizes that they’re standing right in front of Jensen’s father.

“Thank God you’re alright,” he says, wrapping Jensen up in a hug.

“Dad, what’s going on?” Jensen asks, loading the dogs and their luggage into the back of the pickup truck his dad drove to the airport.

He doesn’t get an answer, because his dad is face to face with Jared now, and Jared gulps a little. They look at each other, and it’s a little awkward until Jensen’s dad gathers him up in a hug, too. Jared returns the hug and looks over Alan’s shoulder at Jensen, who almost looks just as surprised, but smiles warmly when he catches his eye.

“It’s good to see you here safe,” Alan says, patting Jared’s shoulder as he pulls away, and Jared just nods his thanks, feeling a little dumb at how speechless he suddenly is. But the moment changes quickly. Panicked people are still arriving at the airport, and Jared jumps as one car screeches to a halt beside him, the driver not even bothering to put it into park before he jumps out and runs for the building, suitcase in hand. “We have to go,” Alan says, opening the door of his truck and reaching inside for something. Jared freezes when he sees the guns being presented to both him and Jensen. “Keep these on you.”

“What?” Jensen asks, and Jared looks over at him, eyes wide. His heart is racing, and he’s really fucking scared now. But even though Jensen sounds just as stunned as he is, he’s calmly taking the gun, checking the cartridge, and holding it as if it’s nothing special. Jared stares at his gun for a few more seconds before he shakily takes it from Alan, and all he can think is, “This isn’t a prop.”

“I’ll explain as we go,” Alan says, hopping into the driver’s seat. “Get in.”

Jared squeezes into the cab of the truck beside Jensen, and under normal circumstances, he’d make some sort of joke about Jensen riding bitch. But these aren’t normal circumstances. They’ve got guns, and Jensen’s dad is talking some crazy nonsense about an epidemic involving the walking dead, and when he actually uses the word “zombies,” Jared almost loses his mind. He stares down at the gun in his hands and just thinks that this can’t be real. But then the truck comes to an abrupt stop, and Jared braces himself against it, thankful that the seatbelt he has on keeps him from smashing into the windshield. When he looks up through it, he sees a person standing in the road in front of them. But the person isn’t…alive. It can’t be.

“Oh my God,” Jensen breathes, and Jared instinctively squeezes closer against him, thankful for the fingers that Jensen curls around his forearm for comfort.

“That’s one of them,” Alan says, and Jared can’t believe it, but he does. This person is covered in blood, one of his arms dangling from his body, and Jared can see gunshot wounds all over the torso. But it’s standing there, staring at them, and when it’s hand smacks down on the hood of the truck, Alan floors it.

Jared’s horrified by the look of it, the sound and the feel of it. There’s an impact with the body, more blood, the arm flying away as the body lurches forward and then falls beneath the vehicle, the tires bouncing over it. He feels sick, can hear himself gasping for breath, and then Jensen’s rubbing his back, trying to calm him down.

“I know,” Jensen soothes, and Jared shakes his head. He’s trying to listen, to keep cool, but he can’t. Not after that. He can hear slight panic in Jensen’s voice, but Jensen’s got more control than he has. He doesn’t know how Jensen does it. “I know. It’s gonna be okay, Jared. It’s gonna be okay.”

Jared makes some sort of panicked sound, still trying to get his breathing under control, and then he remembers his own family, and how none of them answered. He turns to Jensen, gripping him hard with the hand not holding the gun, and he sees Jensen’s mounting concern at the wild look in his eyes, but he can’t calm down enough to get the words out.

“Jared, what is it?”

“It’s okay, boys, we’re here,” Alan says, and then they’re pulling into a driveway and parking. There’s a moment of silence when the car shuts off, and Alan just quietly says, “I’m sorry you had to see that” before he gets out of the truck. He comes around to Jared’s side and opens the door for him, and Jared’s both surprised by and grateful for the sympathetic look Alan gives him. He shakily climbs out of the truck, Alan steadying him from the front while Jensen keeps a steady hand on his back.

“My,” Jared finally gasps, drawing a deep breath before finishing his thought, “My family.”

“They’re okay.”

Jared almost yells at Alan, almost asks him how the fuck he would know, and then he hears a familiar voice call his name, and he turns and sees his mother bursting out from the front door of the Ackles’ home.

“Mom!” He rushes to her, almost forgetting about the gun in his hand, and he’s careful with it when he goes to hug her. She almost squeezes the life out of him before she pulls away. “How did you get here?”

“We’re all here,” she says, brushing his hair out of his eyes and smiling. “Josh came to San Antonio to pick us up and bring us here. This is our safe house now.”

The front door opens again, and Jared’s dad, brother and sister pour out of it, and Jared’s never been more relieved in his life. They all hug Jared, hug Jensen, tell them how happy they are to see them safe, and Jared returns the sentiment. In that moment, everything is so drastically different from the run in with the zombie and the truck. It’s happy and safe, Alan letting the dogs out of their crates, the two of them bounding around everyone barking and playing, Jensen’s nephews rushing out to greet their uncle, and it almost feels like a damn holiday. Josh steps out of the house next, and it hits Jared that Josh did this. That Jensen’s family did this. And he knows he had reasons for it, but now he feels stupid to have felt so nervous about coming here.

“Thank you so much,” Jared says when he walks over to Josh, and he can’t keep himself from wrapping Josh up in the biggest hug he can muster. “I owe you, man.”

“How ‘bout letting me breathe?” Josh jokes, his voice a bit strained, and Jared laughs lightly and lets him go.

“Come on, Josh,” Jensen says, appearing behind them and grinning like a child. “You can handle it.”

“Yeah, right,” Josh scoffs, shoving at Jared’s shoulder. “This guy’s a monster! I don’t know how your body isn’t fuckin’ broken.”

Jared actually flushes then, and there’s an awkward silence there between them, because jokes like that were hilarious before he and Jensen were fucking, but now? Josh realizes his mistake and clears his throat before excusing himself, and Jensen moves closer to Jared.

“If he only knew,” Jensen whispers, all low and dirty, and Jared shivers. He puts that voice and that thought out of his head as quickly as possible, because Jensen’s mother and sister are there next, and he’s hugging them, telling them how happy he is to see him, and he’s still flying high on the fact that the feeling is mutual. He almost laughs at the fact that zombies brought them all together, but, deep down, he knows that it would’ve happened eventually.

Date: 2009-10-19 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] corbyinoz.livejournal.com
This is so, so good. I have a real thing for stories told about waiting for war - that terrible tense time before the armies actually appear on the horizon, you know? And I'm getting that from this. It was damned creepy when everyone was rushing to get away at the airport.

And good on you, Josh! I am relieved - I know that for most people, any traumatic situation is most awful when you don't know where your family are.

Loving it! Post more soon!

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