This is all made up. Just for this story. None of it ever happened.

All mistakes are mine, and i know there are many cause it's 5am and i can barely keep my eyes open, let alone think. Sorry hehe

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They were filming one of the fighting scenes between Sam and Dean, and it was brutal.

Not to mention a fact that he and Jared had a massive fight a week before and Jared was completely ignoring him since, despite occasional angry looks thrown his way. (Actually, Jared was acting weirder than usual towards him for like a month now, Jen noticed.)The fact that he was sick didn't help the situation either, he just wanted some comfort from his friend, instead he got his head almost bashed in into the wall. Eventually, when he got fed up with all of it and confronted his lover, wanting to get some answers on what the hell was going on. Instead of making up they had one more heated fight just two hours before filming this fighting scene.

The director couldn't be happier, seeing anger blazing from both of their eyes, commenting how real it looked, what a talented actors they were and that they were doing a great job. If only he knew that the anger and frustration were real.

"Stay the fuck-" Jared kicked Jensen - or Sam kicked Dean - in the ribs, "away from me!" he roared and kicked again. "You piece of shit" he spat onto the lying man.

Jensen couldn't help but shout in pain when Jared's boot actually connected with his unprotected ribs.

His co-star wasn't acting, he actually kicked him to the side with his metal laced boots and he just felt his bones - or something else inside him- snap.

No wonder they did, Jensen thought. They were already beyond bruised from their last fight and from his fighting practice.

He lied there on the floor, panting.

But nobody rushed to his side, nobody yelled 'cut'.

Why could nobody see that he was in actual pain, that it wasn't acting?

"Don't even think about going after me, Dean, because you will live to regret it" he heard Jared say in his Sam's voice and then director yelled 'cut!' just a moment after.

"Great job guys, that was an extraordinary work!" the director shouted. "We've got everything we need in here, so, that's a wrap for this scene. Good job!" he praised them again and everyone started moving.

Jensen slowly lifted himself up from the floor, with some help from one of the crew members.

His side was burning, white hot pain spreading like a fire the more he moved. Something felt off, he just couldn't pinpoint what.

"You alright, Jensen?" someone that was holding him up asked with a concerned voice.

The young actor nodded, feeling nauseous all of a sudden. He didn't want to make a scene, he didn't want anyone to know what really happened. But most of all, he couldn't believe it happened.

How could Jared do this? When did he stopped caring and went straight to kicking the hell out of him? Jensen thought he loved him.

Apparently not since he talked to Sandy. Someone send horrible messages to her in Jensen's name and she showed them to Jared. When he came home from shooting a late scene, feeling under the weather, wanting nothing more but his boyfriends comfort, Jared went at him. While he stood there confused, Jared shouted at him how disgusted he is with Jensen, how horrible of a person he is, that he's a piece of shit and that he never ever wants to talk to him again. When Jensen asked what the hell was he talking about Jared punched him in the face, hard, and left.

When he figured out what happened and tried to talk with Jay about it, explain, that it wasn't his doing, he didn't believe him. It ended with Jensen getting hurt again, this time emotionally. Although he did thought that Jared was going to punch his lights out again. But he just got punched in a shoulder when his friend shoved passed him.

Maybe he deserved the pain.

Maybe he deserved everything that happened to him, he didn't know that, but one thing Jensen knew for sure that it wasn't him sending those messages. He could never say something like that.

The questions was, why Jared couldn't believe him.

"Jensen, you sure you alright?" the man asked him again when he swayed on his feet, feeling dizziness washing over him. Sounds became a little distant when the blood rushed pounding into his ears and he heard a buzzing sound, that drew out every other sound from the room.

He didn't say anything and slowly nodded, closing his eyes when the room swam in front of his eyes. It felt like he was going to pass out. Headache wasn't helping the buzzing sound in his ears either, his side was burning like nothing he has ever felt before, it felt wrong. The young actor was dizzy and nauseous, and it was becoming harder and harder to breathe.

The young man coughed, trying to get whatever that was in his lungs preventing him to draw a deep breath in, out.

If only.

That just made it all worse.

Hot stabbing pain went through his side and chest, he felt a coppery taste of blood appear in his mouth, and then his vision greyed. It felt like he was being sucked into a hole and the world went black.

The last thing Jensen was aware of was his knees buckling and someone shouting his name.

_J2.J2.J2._

Jared turned around when he heard someone shouting for a medic.

The hell happened in two minutes since he walked out?

He quickly turned around and rushed back to see what the hell was going on.

And then felt dread was over him when he saw Jensen, pale as a sheet, lying on the ground, with one of the crew members tapping him on the cheek, trying to get him to wake up, and others just staring with wide eyes, whispering.

"What happened?" he heard a voice from behind him shout at the same time he did, and suddenly, he was being shoved out of the way by the set paramedic.

"I don't know" the guy muttered. "He had trouble getting up, so I helped him, then he just collapsed."

The medic quickly pushed her fingers to Jensen's neck, leaned in to listen to his breathing, flashed light into his eyes, then lifted his shirt up.

Everyone gasped.

Jensen's side was black and blue. Exactly where he intentionally kicked him.

Suddenly, the paramedic pulled out her phone.

"We need ambulance in a Supernatural set stat" she shouted into the phone, quickly muttering the address. "Male, in late 20's, unconscious, unresponsive, shallow breathing, pulse rapid, right side injury, broken ribs and internal bleeding. Possibly punctured lung." she quickly spoke into the phone, keeping her fingers on Jensen's neck all the time. "Someone please go open the gates for the ambulance, they will be there any minute!" she shouted.

Jared felt as if he was going to puke.

Internal bleeding, broken ribs.

He kicked Jensen. Intentionally. With his metal laced boots.

It was his fault.

Now, some people were staring at him, whispering.

Of course they were going to blame him. Most of them saw the scene between Sam and Dean, they saw Sam's shoe connect with the exact place where Jensen had bruises.

Great.

So, he went from Jared, a great actor and attentive boyfriend to an abusive boyfriend in a matter of seconds. It wasn't hard to figure out what they all were thinking.

"Jared, did you actually kicked him?" Bob approached him with a concern look on his face.

"I- I didn't mean to" the younger man stuttered out, his eyes never leaving Jensen's unmoving body on the floor.

"Then why didn't either of you say something? Jesus Christ." Bob shook his head, he was clearly shaken by what was happening. After all, he had a soft spot for both of them, no matter how many pranks they did or how much mess they did on set.

"Ambulance is here!" someone shouted.

"Alright people, get out of here! Filmin's over! Just get out of here and let the paramedics pass, for God's sake!" Bob shouted and everyone started moving out. Some actually went out, some were trying to stay and see what was going to happen, but Bob was having none of it. "Come on! Nothing to stare at! Out!" he shouted, getting impatient.

Finally, ambulance was there.

Jared watched in awe how paramedics kneeled next to Jensen, too his vitals in. Then they quickly put an oxygen mask over his face, put him on the gurney and started loading him into the ambulance, shouting medical terms to each other all the time.

He didn't even feel when he started walking towards them and his own voice sounded distant and alien even to his own ears. "I'm his emergency contact and I want to ride with you" he blurred out.

"Alright, get in" neither of the paramedics paid any attention to him, their all focus was on Jensen, who looked even worse, if that's possible.

"We'll be there shortly, Jared!" Bob shouted just before ambulance doors were shut tight.

"His bp is dropping, he's barely getting any oxygen in" one of them said, pushing an IV needle into his friend's arm and immediately injecting something.

"He's got blood in his right lung." another paramedic stated and Jared could feel blood draining from his face. "We're gonna need an OR immediately, he doesn't have much time."

"Is he- is he gonna be fine?" Jared asked, sounding and feeling so small.

"We're doing the best we can at the moment, kid. His condition is serious and not looking good, but we'll do everything we can." the paramedic said and Jared noted that not once he said 'everything will be okay'.

Jensen might as well be dead, he thought sourfully.

All of a sudden, heart monitor screeched.

"Cardiac arrest! Gotta shock him!" the paramedics shouted and Jared watched how they put defibrillators to his lovers chest to bring him back to life.

He didn't even feel when tears started falling down his cheeks.

Jensen was dying because of him.

Because of what a shitty boyfriend he was.

How he treated the man he loved, how he actually abused him.

Jared shivered at the word 'abuse'.

He never considered himself that. He couldn't hurt a fly, let alone someone he loved.

But when Sandy showed him the messages send from Jensen to her, he just snapped.

It was the first time he lost control like that. He hit Jensen, shouted at him, said horrible things and then left.

Then, rinse and repeat again, not even three days later. He pushed him into the table, hard. No wonder he had bruises over bruises on his ribs.

He never even stopped to listen to what his boyfriend has to say.

And look where that got him.

"Son, you have to move, we have to get him to OR as soon as possible" one of the paramedics had his arm on Jared's shoulder. Apparently, he zoned out, lost in his self pity.

They were already at the hospital.

He climbed out and then followed them to ER, feeling like he was on autopilot. He was stopped by the nurse with a load of forms in her hand, telling him to fill them in, then proceeding to tell him that he can't follow them into the OR.

Jared sat down on one of the chairs with twenty-something pages in his hand, feeling completely disconnected from the world. And a little bit nauseous, he was sick with worry.

He couldn't shake the image of Jensen lying on the gurney, pale as a sheet, with an oxygen mask over his face and a flat - lining monitor over his head.

How did they come to this?

"Jared, boy, say something. You're begging to scare me" a concerned voice reached his ears and he finally looked up.

Bob Singer was staring at him with a concerned expression written all over his face.

"Huh?"

"I've been talking to you for the last two minutes. Are you doing okay?" he asked.

Jared started shaking his head, finally the situation hitting him at full force and hot tears spilling out of his eyes.

"No, Bob, I'm- it's my fault! It's- we had a fight and- and I was just so angry over what he did I- I just couldn't control my ac- actions and I just lashed out. Didn't even thi- think of what I was doing to him. And no- now look where we are!" he shouted in despair, hugging himself tightly, sheets of paper forgotten on the floor. "It's my fault!"

Bob stared at him.

"Jensen will be just fine, Jared. Trust me. You di-"

"Fine?" the young actor gasped, as if the older man cursed at him. "Fine? Bob, he went into cardiac arrest in the ambulance! None of this is fine!"

"Damn sure it isn't, boy, but it will be.. Can you at least tell me what the hell has gotten into you and why were you such a giant dick towards Jensen over the past week?" he asked, looking genuinely interested to hear the answer.

"Because of what he send to Sandy. Jesus Christ, Bob, I thought you knew. I still can't believe how he could say such a horrible things to her, it's like I don't even know him! And she's a really good friend of mine! I just- I just can't be with someone who is able to say that to another person. It's disgusting."

Bobby looked at him weirdly and immediately Jared knew something was up.

"What?" he asked.

"Jared, Jensen never send those messages. I thought he told you."

"He did, he was lying"

Bob shook his head.

"No. Jensen would never lie to you about that, he loved you too much." he shook his head. "Besides, since the content of them was so disturbing and threatening, we had them investigated, since it involved Jensen. The messages were sent from a pay forward phone that was located in LA. At 3 in the afternoon, on Tuesday. First, I'm sure as hell Jensen was on set, filming, at that time here, in Vancouver. Unless he has a doppelganger that managers to be in LA at the same time we were filming here." he looked around, to see if anyone was listening. "Also, from the looks of it, my boy, your friend Sandy isn't as a good friend as you think she is. It looks like she was the one who send those messages to herself and then told you about them."

This time Jared looked at him as if he was insane.

"Sure, Bob. She would never do that. Why would she do that? There is no reason for her to-"

"Jesus, boy, are you that blind? I swear to god, if it wasn't for this situation i would gladly take your head off, but one star in a hospital is enough at a time." Robert Singer was clearly frustrated. "She's jealous, you idjit. She was always jealous of your and Jensen's relationship. Have you seen the way she looks and sneers at Jen whenever she's around? She hates him! Clearly wants it to be you and her instead of you and Jensen. She was doing all that she could to break you two up and none of it worked until this! And you were too wrapped up in her lies to even listen what your boyfriend has to say! Jesus, Jared, I expected more from you, really. This better be some hardcore character bleed, otherwise I will kick your ass. And when he's awake, you better be there with big, fat apology written all over our forehead and pray he forgives you for you stupidity" Bob rambled on.

"But-" Jared still wanted to argue, but pieces of puzzle started to fit into right places.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, Bobby was right.

Sandy was all over him, especially for the last couple of months. He swore he heard her growl after Jensen shook her hands off him and pushed her away from Jared, only to jump into his lap and kiss him in front of her.

There were a lot of small things after that, that he didn't care enough to look into. Every time they talked on the phone, Sandy would tell him that he deserves better, that Jensen is a bad influence on him, that he's a bad person and Jared shouldn't even spend time with him. Every time he would cut her off, angry, but every time after all those little lies he would look different at Jensen.

Little by little, it all fell into a place and the full blow of realization hit Jared.

"Bob, can you wait here in case someone shows up with news about Jenny? I have to make a very important call" he said in a gravelly voice, wanting nothing more just to rip Sandy to pieces.

That bitch.

And he thought they were friends.

He didn't even realize how she had him exactly where she wanted him.

And what cost his boyfriend had to pay because of it.

"Sure thing, Jared, just don't mess it up. Some people just need to be reminded where their place is" Bob told him and he went to make his call.

Someone will pay.

_TBC_

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