Jensen ignored Tom and went about his routine. He entertained Kevin and Toby, liking them both more and more as he got to know them so it was a no brainer to hire them to update his home. They were perfect together and Jensen hoped one day he would have his perfect mate beside him. He had introduced Tom as his friend visiting from California and left it at that. Tom had to find his own way Friendship Bay because Jensen wasn't putting up with his shit. Tom had stalked him to paradise and he damn sure wasn't going to ruin Jensen's paradise! No, Tom got the silent treatment and deep down he knew he would receive a less then warm reception. But at least he was in Jensen's presence, so that counted for something.

After Toby and Kevin left Jensen barely spoke to him. Instead he took his backpack and headed through the house, out the backdoor toward the guesthouse.

"Martha made it up today so you should have clean linens," he said as he unceremoniously dumped Tom's pack on the cot and turned to walk away. "Breakfast will be around 9 and we will talk in the morning."

Jensen simply left Tom alone in the guesthouse. Tom knew the reception wouldn't be warm but this was downright cold! However he didn't see any other way to be in Jensen's life right now so he had no choice but to submit to what he wanted tonight. Tomorrow he would worm his way back into Jensen's good graces, or at least begin his supplication.

When Jensen got back inside his house he found Jared waiting in his bed. Which really wasn't a bad thing at all – considering his new bedmate was a ghost.

"I don't like him," Jared said tersely.

Jensen didn't know how he should respond to that. Tom wasn't his favorite person in the world right now but he did love him once, and still felt for him; much to his dismay. So Jensen just got into bed with his ghostly new friend and it was weird.

Jensen could feel Jared's presence and it was soothing, but he didn't physically feel the hands he so desired running over his body. Without talking Jensen knew that Jared wasn't going to go anywhere as long as Tom was around…which meant that Jared might actually have feelings for him…which made him really happy for the first time in weeks.


Tom couldn't sleep. He was alone in a strange place and the warm body he desired to be beside was too far away.

"Fuck it," he said to himself as he got up determined to crawl into Jensen's bed. The island was dark, few lamplights were scattered here and there but none offered him the light he needed. Inside the main house all the lights were off. But he was determined to not spend another minute by himself!

"Tom," a voice whispered by him seemingly carried on the wind. "Tom," it moaned again and his blood ran cold.

"Tom help me," the voice pleaded softly and he felt compelled to follow it though it was leading him toward the center of town, away from the security of Jensen's house. Eventually he came to a gate in the center of the town. Thick iron bars with an imposing iron lock on the doors kept anyone from entering; however the lock fell open as Tom reached out to touch it.

"Whose there," he asked as he the lock came free easily in his hand?

"Not good, not good at all," he continued to talk to himself as he opened the gate.

Tom's rational side took over and he realized the situation for what it was, Jensen or maybe the locals playing a trick on the newbie. Relaxing at the idea that he was just being tricked he decided to play along, not let Jensen win. Looking into the dark void he saw that it really wasn't that dark, somewhere down below a soft light emanated which only further solidified his belief that he was being punked. As he cautiously made his way down the rickety steps and deeper inside the gate he didn't notice the figure standing behind him, casting a piercing glance his way.

The room he came into was right out of the classic Gothic horror romance book. White candles secured in wrought iron fixtures lit the room with a soft glow. There were red silky hangings on the walls along with gold ornate mirrors reflecting the candlelight back making things seem brighter. One tall mirror stood out among the others and when he finally came to the end of the room and stood before the mirror he gasped! Looking back into the room from the mirror he saw a figure suspended in the center of it! Turning around he now saw the chained figure, there would have been no way he could have missed him in the first place! His mind raced!

"Tom you came," the suspended man said as he raised his head and looked at him.

The man was ancient, so old that he couldn't be alive but yet he was moving and talking and it creeped the hell out of him.

"Who are you?" Tom's rational mind was beginning to crumble but he still had enough sense to see his way out of this.

"The one who led you here," the man said.

"Help me," he said pitifully and Tom felt compelled to do so. He slowly walked to the chained man and much to his surprise easily freed one wrist from the chains. However no good deed goes unpunished and as soon as the man was free he grabbed him around the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss!

Managing to get his brain to work enough to tell his body to break free Tom fell back away from the old man who now seemed to melt before his eyes. He was seeing what was happening in front of him but not processing it. The old man freed his other wrist and smirked as he looked at him, now on his ass on the floor. Before his eyes the old man visage was replaced by dark blonde hair, dazzling green eyes and a healthy, youthful face. He was actually very gorgeous, reminding Tom of Jensen. Jensen with long hair. He didn't have much time to think because the man pulled him up roughly and kissed him again.

Tom fought with everything in him! The man's breath stank of decay and it made him sick to his stomach. He managed to get away from the embrace and promptly wretched before regaining enough composure to haul his ass out of the room and back through the gate. He didn't look back as he ran full steam back toward Friendship Bay. Jensen would know what to do. Jensen would protect him from the crazy-ass local. He had to get to Jensen. As he turned the corner he could see the house was close, then a figure appeared before him. A young woman with auburn hair and strange yellow eyes.

"So you freed Dean," the woman said as she came closer to him.

Tom felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. This woman was another crazy-ass local he thought. A crazy-ass local who was blocking his route to safety!

"If you're talking about the chained up man he made me," Tom said shifting blame away from him. Somehow he had the feeling pissing this woman off wasn't the best idea.

"Dean Winchester is free and the part of him that's missing was the only thing keeping him from embracing the darkness. You've brought Hell down on Friendship my dear boy. And you will pay."

Then she was gone and his path to safety was clear. Tom ran like the devil himself was after him! Jensen had gotten himself into some crazy shit on this island and now he was a part of it. He had wanted to get back together with his ex, not become some statistic for the locals! Running until he felt his lungs protest he finally got to the porch of Jensen's house and much to his luck the door was unlocked. Tom didn't need light to see where he was going…he just ran up the stairs and into Jensen's room. Only stopping as he collapsed onto the king size bed.

"What the fuck," Jensen startled awake! Flipping on the light he saw Tom beside him. Jared nowhere to be seen.

"Tom?" He said seriously but could tell by his ex-lover's expression that Tom was scared stiff. "What's wrong Tom," he said softer this time?

He couldn't find the words to tell Jensen what had happened so he just hugged him tightly and wept.

Jensen wrapped his arms protectively around him and began to slowly rock. The anger and shock had left him, Tom needed him and if the man was acting Jensen would deal with it in the morning. Right now Tom didn't seem to be in the best mental state and he knew he couldn't fake that.

"It's alright," he said soothingly. It was going to be a long night.

TBC