Title: Deception - Epilogue
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November 22nd 2013
Jensen raised his hands above his head, stretching his back out as he walked down the hall, entering the living room and moving to the front door.
The city had finally decided to clean up the area surrounding the shelter, renovating old warehouses and apartment buildings, making them into condos and making room for small shops on the ground floors. The move had worked, those that had lived in the rundown apartments couldn’t really afford to buy the new condos and young executives moved in, filling the area up with fresh faces that had money and good jobs to ensure that it stayed nice.
For the most part the area was now one of the safest in the city but Jensen had never managed to settle, even knowing that a key was needed to even get into the building, for the night without first checking to make sure that the locks on the front door were securely latched.
Most days it was simply habit but on days like the one they just had, it seemed more important.
Jared had been the last to come home, and it wasn’t that he was absent minded or considered Jensen’s paranoia ridiculous but on the days that he went to see Jaxson at the hospital for the criminally insane, things like doors and lights and anything that simply wasn’t keeping his shit together long enough to get home and barricade himself into their bedroom was just too much.
Jensen sighed as he snapped off the two lamps that Jensen had left on when Jared had come home two hours earlier and followed Jared to their bedroom, he hated these days. Jared only went once a month and probably wouldn’t go that often only Jaxson’s doctor had requested it, citing that Jax was more responsive, more willing to talk when Jared was around.
Maybe it was good for Jared’s twin but it was hell on him.
Jensen wasn’t an idiot; he had known that once the inquest into Steve’s accidental death and Jensen’s hand in it, from that day in the shelter parking lot almost two years before had come to a close they still had to deal with Jaxson’s murder trial. But at the time, when he had been sick with fear that, at the very least he would be found guilty of Involuntary Manslaughter once again because that last tackle had caused Steve to drive the knife into his own chest as he hit the ground even as Jensen had blacked out from knocking his head into the pavement. One weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he had been cleared of any wrong doing that but another had taken it’s place. Both he and Jared still had Jared’s brother to deal with and the media circus that surrounded the coming trial.
Only there never was a trial, the court appointed psychiatrist declaring Jaxson mental unstable due to a combination of his and Riley’s incestuous relationship and the loss of the only person Jax truly believed was his one true soul mate. Quietly and with very little ceremony, Jaxson Robert Padalecki had been transferred from the maximum security prison to the state hospital to live out the rest of his days.
A part of Jensen felt cheated, Jaxson had admitted to writing the terrorizing letters, to slowly driving Steve insane with guilt, with pushing Steve to murder Jason and setting the fire beneath the propane tanks out behind the Lobo that ultimately destroyed the building taking with it a bartender named Kerr Smith, the delivery driver and two innocent if alcoholic early afternoon patrons. And he was never going to be held accountable for it. Not really.
But on the other hand, if Jaxson had gone to trial, Jensen wasn’t sure what that would have done to Jared and his family. Jared’s parents, his sister Megan and even occasionally Jared would look guiltily at Jensen, like they expected him to hold them responsible for Jaxson’s actions. How much worse would it have been if they had all been dragged through a trial?
Like he ever would, with the exception of Jaxson, everyone in the Padalecki family, including Riley’s parents had forgiven Jensen for what had happened to Riley, understanding long before Jensen did that it had been an accident no matter what the great state of Texas and his own family thought.
Glancing into the corner of the bedroom, he rolled his eyes at Houdini, curled up and silently watching Jensen from atop his carrier. Damn cat was exactly like his namesake as soon as Jensen or Jared made a move toward the carrier, disappearing, but so long as he deemed it safe; Houdini would crawl on top of it and curl up almost as if to rub it in their faces. He knew what it was for but he wanted them to know that as far as he was concerned it was only good as a cat lounger so long as it stayed in the corner where it belonged and the little door was closed without Houdini inside.
Automatically, he pulled his robe off and tossed it to hang over the back of the overstuff chair by the door, dragged into the room long before they could afford a new set because Houdini would sit on it and howl the minute they went to bed. Jared had carried it into the bedroom one night, Houdini dancing around his feet and meowing, in a last ditch attempt to shut the damn cat up so that they could have sex mostly uninterrupted. Now the cat took turns lounging on top of his carrier or stretched out on the seat of the chair.
Carefully crawling back into bed, he smiled when Jared opened his eyes. “Hey.”
Jared blinked blurrily at him, “Times it?”
Jared rolled his eyes, “Sorry Jense, I didn’t mean to sleep for so long. It’s just after…” his voice faded out and he frowned.
Jensen ran gentle fingers down his cheek, “It’s fine. Besides, means you’ll be up nice and early and will be well into cleaning the house to make it presentable for our guests tomorrow night by the time I drag my sorry ass out of bed.”
Jared chuckled softly, “Nice asshat.”
He grinned, “Hey if we got to put up with Chad and Sophia making lovey eyes at each other while listening to Sandy coo over how well Christian is doing in school for marketing while he primps and preens then I totally think you should be the one to clean the house.”
“And you figure that how?” Jared demanded and raised an eyebrow.
“Three of your friends verses one of mine.” He grinned and moved closer resting his forehead against Jared’s not minding Jared’s sleep soured breath ghosting across his face. Considering how things started, the circumstances that brought them together and the revelation that probably should have torn him apart, he was just glad to have any of Jared. “And Christian really isn’t my friend anymore since he’s dating Sandy.”
Jared rolled his eyes before reaching out and manhandling Jensen until his back was pressed to Jared’s front. “Whatever floats your boat buddy.”
Jensen grinned and rubbed his face against his pillow. You float my boat.
“Love you Jay.”
Jared tightened his hold around Jensen’s waist, “And I you.”