Title: One Soul Condemned To Heaven And Hell {12-60}
Author: Emono
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Supernatural/RPS
Pairings: Sam/Jared, Dean/Jensen
Disclaimer: I do not own the souls of J2, or Sam…or Dean…or anyone…not even my own *le sigh* It's all Kripke and McG, the lucky bastards
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: Post-Hell!Dean, very AU, SLASH!!, post-Season 3, Demon!Sam (sort of), whumping, angst, OOC-ness, SPOILERS!!!!

(AN: Ryan Confierdo (sp?) is not mine at all. Yes, he's a Filipino-hunk, but he's not mine. He's from Quest Crew, winners of America's Best Dance Crew…a tv show. He was also on So You Think You Can Dance? He does wicked dances and can do equally wicked things with his body. You can look him up on YouTube and see him in full glory. If you don't like him or like what I do with him, then I am truly not sorry cause that just means you aren't open to all options and are an epic failure in life. Banners and pics of him can be found in the link to my LiveJournal page on my profile.)

Sam and Jared were such geeks. Between cases, they left early in the morning for the library. Jensen and Dean had awaken to an empty bed across from them, coffee and a note left explaining where they were.

Deciding that they had nothing better to do, they didn't get out of bed.

Supernatural played on the TV, one of the new episodes that even Jensen hadn't seen. The covers were piled on the floor, forgotten in the mild heat that clung to every inch of their crappy motel room. Dean was flat out on his back, one hand behind his head while the other brushed at his lover's hip. Jensen was curled into his side, cheek pressed into a strong pec and content.

They had been like this for over an hour, simply letting things be. No monsters, ghouls, or demon hybrids hungering for a piece of them…at least not here. Surrounded by their salt lines and sigils', they were in a semblance at home.

Something cold brushed Jensen's hip, just below his threadbare Rocky Horror Picture Show t-shirt. The actor sat up so fast his lover jerked, but he simply seized Dean's wrist and held it up. The light caught off his silver ring, bracelets clinging to his skin.

"Dean?" Jensen turned, looking down at his lover "Why do you have so much jewelry?"

Dean narrowed his eyes, "It's not jewelry."

"I'm sorry, you're right…as always" Jensen rolled his eyes, shaking the man's wrist to jingle the bracelets "They're man-lets…and you wear a man ring."

"Damn right" Dean grumbled, eyes straying to the TV. Jensen chuckled and plopped down beside him, a smile brightening his features.

Dean was suddenly hit by a wave of brooding, a spring from the shoddy mattress digging into the base of his back. He took note of the stains on the ceiling, the worn material of the ugly green rug, the slaking wallpaper…the cheap material of the sheets and how they scratched at his skin. He had lived all his life in places like this, rented in haste and as cheap as they come.

But Jensen was raised properly. In a house with warm blankets and feathered pillows, on all but 600 count sheets. He was brought up on a ranch, wide open space and fresh air. Plates piled to the brim with beef and potatoes every night, a family around.

From what Dean understood, Jared grew up damn near the same way.

Jensen didn't deserve this kind of life: an impulsive, dangerous one. Surely he thought down upon Sam and him for living this way without a thought?

"So, uh…Jen…" Dean began, trying to sound disinterested as he blindly kept his eyes on the TV "Have you talked to your family lately?"

"My mom, to get those parts" Jensen shrugged, uncaring "My sister Mac, too. A little Chris too."

Dean's brow creased, "Chris?"

"Christian Kane" Jensen flashed a cocky smile "My best friend next to Jared. Good guy, if it wasn't for you…it would've been him, man."

"Christian Kane" Dean mused, pulling a face before making a 'o' of awe with his lips "You mean Lindsay from Angel? That pretty boy lawyer?"

"Yeah" the Texan replied easily "That's my Chris. He insists I call him every weekend I'm gone. The others knew they'll hear from me when I'm dead."

Dean shifted uncomfortably, "You must miss it."

"I love this life, Dean."

Wide jade eyes shifted to the actor, surprise in them.

"I do, honest" Jensen promised, trailing his fingers up the hunter's arm "It's different here, nothing's handed to me. I like working for everything, fighting each step and earning each breath I take. It must be the you in me, Dee."

Dean's lips quirked, "Yeah, maybe."

Jensen rolled his eyes mockingly, "Yeah, maybe."

A sudden urge came over the actor, possessiveness flashing through him.

"Were did you get them, anyways? You're bracelets?" Jensen didn't let his sudden anger seep into the lines of his body "I can't see you out jewelry shopping."

Dean looked down at his wrist and made a thoughtful sound, "Uh, I guess they were all gifts. Girls, man…they'd give you anything just for a call the next day."

Heat flared up in Jensen's chest, a stir in his very soul. He straddled his lover, pushing him down roughly with his palms and keeping him pinned when he tried to sit up. He leant down and claimed his mouth harshly, biting so hard on his plump lower lip he tasted the heat as his blood rose to the surface of the skin. Dean moaned and bucked into him, earning a growl and fingers curled under his chin.

"You're mine, Dean Winchester" Jensen pulled back, fire in his eyes "Don't you every fuckin' think otherwise, got me?"

Dean nodded eagerly, a thrill ripping threw him.

"On your knees, lover" Jensen bit down on the hunter's jaw, hard and aching "I'm gonna give you a ride, and you're going to forget wherever the hell you got those God-damn bracelets from."

Dean almost got sheet burn from how fast he obeyed.

()()()

A mere child's room…alit with sunlight coming in through the single window. Soft green walls, plain black carpet, a futon dominating the corner. Movie posters were plastered on the wall, video games lingered with DVD's on the floor. A laptop was in the middle of the floor, a PC CD discarded atop it.

Jared stood hesitantly in the corner, studying every inch. His limbs felt heavy, his blood replaced with molasses…his mouth was wooly. He drifted toward the middle of the room, still observing. It took him a few long moments before he realized where he was, why he felt so at ease here.

This was his bedroom when he was a teen.

A cold washed over him, searing his limbs. He turned, eyes roving over the far wall. His closet…shell white polished surface, sleek panes that hid what lay within. The child came from there, something lingered behind that innocent façade. Something…familiar. The wrong kind of familiar, the kind of familiar that left a smoky bitter flavor lingering on the back of his tongue.

The door swung open, revealing something he thought he'd never see again.

Smaller framed than himself, hazel eyes, and thick spiky hair. Those spikes were dyed every color imaginable; navy blue, blonde, crimson, all. A smile curled his lips, dark skin complimented by a leather get-up. His face was half-hidden by those dark bangs, giving him an alluring mystique.

"You" Jared's eyes widened, floored.

"Me" the man chuckled, playfulness in his tone "You've grown up to be so pretty, Jared. I can really see the Polish in the curve of your jaw."

"What…you can't…" his tongue was useless, lips dry.

"I know I've changed since we've first me, but somehow I knew you'd remember" the demon rattled off, hands deep within the pockets of his leather jacket "But do you remember my name?"

Jared choked pathetically, the chill of the demon's presence seizing him.

"That's ok, don't speak" the demon held up a hand, it was a forgiving gesture "I've just come back to remind you. My offer is still open, still valid. I know you're happy with the new life you've found, but I suspect not completely. I want you to know this…if you decide to act, I'm here."

Jared shook his head sluggishly, "I'd never…"

"Oh hush" the demon tisked, flicking his colored bangs almost idly "You're too noble to admit anything, I know. I'm just saying…if you get lost and don't know how to save Sam, I'm here."

Fear wracked the human, "Wh-What are you going to do to me?"

"Me?" the golden-hazel eyes went wide, lips forming an 'o' of surprise "Nothing at all. I can't touch you Jared, you should know that by now."

Jared could barely draw breath, let alone reply that he had no idea what the guy was talking about.

"If you need me, you know how to summon me" the demon stated "I'll be close, Jared…closer than you may think."

Ice bit down into his skin, pain shooting up his arms.

"No…"

()

"No!"

Jared jerked awake, long limbs thrashing like a wild animal. He clawed at whatever he could reach, fingers aching in protest when they came in contact with unyielding leather. He didn't want to open his eyes, he didn't want to know where he was. Frigid fingers still held him, seeping into his very mind and locking in the fear.

"Jared! Jay, calm down!"

Jared knew that voice, this familiarity was warm. He cracked open his eyes meeting with blinding sunlight, clenching them shut again against the sear. He winced and shinned away, firm hands seizing his biceps and shaking him. He pushed and squirmed, trying to get himself free. He was pulled against a firm chest, a light musk and the scent of cheap motel soap washed over him.

"Sam?" Jared pleaded, stilling and opening his eyes again. His lover's concerned face hovered above, gazes meeting. He sighed shakily, looking around and praying the demon was gone.

Jared was in the back seat of the Impala, alone with his lover in the warm afternoon. Sweat beaded along his back and brow, making his clothes itchy and cling. The door behind Sam was thrown open, Jensen and Dean barely visible coming out of the Chinese place.

"What's goin' on?" Jared slurred, the last of the chill disappearing beneath his lover's palms.

"You fell asleep in the car on the way here" Sam's smile was weak, hands rubbing the actor's arms soothingly "We stopped to get food. Dean heard you screaming, and I found you flailing around."

Jared winced at the word 'flailing', "Did I…was I loud?"

"Yeah" Sam lifted his hands, cupping his lover's face and wiping the stray tears there away with his thumb "Baby, you're crying. What's wrong? Was something hurting you?"

Jared could only swallow and stare, unsure.

Dean opened the passenger door, settling the large bags of Chinese food in the footrest, "Was it a demon?"

Jared jumped at the suddenness of it and barely withheld his yelp, but didn't he didn't get far in the hunter's hold.

"A minute, Dean?" Sam snapped, giving his brother a hard look.

The older Winchester shrugged, shutting the door and hanging out on the sidewalk with Jensen.

"Jay…" Sam looked closely into his face, radiating comfort "What was it?"

"Just a…" Jared's voice broke, cracking "…nightmare."

Jared flung himself into the hunter's embrace, burying his face into the cradle of his neck. More tears slipped, heart still fluttering away like a trapped bird in his chest. He thought he would explode with all he was feeling, and the close contact with the other half of his soul helped ground him.

Why was he seeing that demon again? Why was he haunting him?

And here Jared had thought the demon interaction had been a fluke…

"Hush, baby, you're ok now" Sam dropped kisses into honey hair, caressing down the actor's back over and over to try and take away whatever terror was still lingering inside him "You're fine, nothing's going to get you here. You're safe with me, Jay."

Jared shuddered in his arms, "I know."

But for how long?

TBC

We'll run away if we must