My Hands Will Heal Your Wounds
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timehasa_way!!
1,700 words
It was getting pretty ridiculous in the house, what with all the animals. They had Sadie and Harley, who are still considered the big kids on campus and Jared never relented attention on them. Jensen doesn’t let Tessa out of his sight, and the kitten sleeps most nights on his chest, curling tight against him. The bunny, who Jared named Ginny (“Virginia Hill was Bugsy Siegel’s main girl,” he said, to which Jensen replied “Oh, so you’re Bugsy? You’re a ganster now?” and Jared huffed, “No. Get it? Bugsy, bunny, Bugs Bunny.” Jensen rolled his eyes, of course), still gets a fair share of cuddle time on the couch when Jared and Jensen watch TV. And now Sadie and Harley’s pups, all five of them, gallop around the basement and make so much of a mess that Jensen refuses to go down there anymore and pretty much goes to the Laundromat whenever he needs clean clothes.
Even worse is trying to plan for caretakers so Jared and Jensen can take their annual long-weekend getaway, which Jared has appropriately titled Mancation. There’s much arguing because Jared just puts all the dogs into a kennel, but Jensen insists he have someone he actually knows watch Tessa. And then Jared has to find someone for Ginny because he doesn’t trust her being anywhere with any other pets. Jensen rolls his eyes. A lot.
But they finally figure it all out after Jensen does some careful, highly calculated arrangements for all the damned animals and they set off to a rented cabin a few hours north of Vancouver.
It’s barely fall, but they’re pretty far up north on the continent. During the day they hike the wooded area and happen into town for local fare. At night, Jared grills, using the heat of the fire to keep him relatively warm, and then they finish the evening off at the fireplace with lots of beer. It’s been going relatively well – Jared only marginally annoying Jensen. So when Jared insists they build a fire outside on their last night, he grants him this wish and they settle around Jared’s impressive and surprising skills as a camper.
Jensen’s even more impressed that Jared’s gone as far as to plan for s’mores and pulls out a bag of marshmallows, a few king-sized bars of Hershey’s, and a few different boxes of graham crackers – cinnamon, chocolate, and regular. They munch for an hour on homemade desserts, still tugging on their beer bottles, and laughing giddily from the alcohol and sugar rush. After a bit, they’re basically just popping marshmallows right into their mouths, bypassing crackers and chocolate.
In the middle of some high pitched giggles, there’re sounds of cracking branches and the whooshing of leaves moving. They both stop laughing and stare at each other, unable to see much beyond their faces lit by the flames between them.
“Dude,” Jared says low.
“Yeah,” Jensen replies just as softly.
The sound comes again, motion rushing around them and branches breaking, and then suddenly there’s a loud thump, followed by two softer ones and everything’s quiet.
Jensen stands, trying to see beyond Jared, where he thinks the noises were. Jared turns in his seat and stares, murmuring, “What the hell?”
“Do you see anything?” Jensen asks.
“No. But it’s really fucking dark.”
“Yeah.” At the time, he doesn’t know what it is, but upon reflection, the alcohol drives him to stalk to the edge of the trees and stare into the darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust.
More rattling goes on just a few feet away, far enough that they still can’t see what it is, but close enough that they can’t ignore it.
Jared rushes up, tugging on the back of Jensen’s plaid flannel and whispering. “Hey, c’mon. Let’s go back inside.”
Jensen pops his shoulders and holds strong, not allowing Jared to move him. “No. What if it’s just an animal.”
“Yeah, I ‘m praying it is,” he rushes on, whispering at Jensen’s ear. “But what if it’s not.”
“Then what would it be?”
“Serial killer?” Jensen gives him an annoyed look. “What if it’s … shit, Jen,” he mumbles, and Jensen can hear the drunkenness in his words. “What if … wendigo,” he says , wide eyed and open mouthed. “What the fuck, Jen, we can’t … we gotta. Inside.”
Jensen laughs incredulously, mouth wide open and bending at the waist. It’s pretty loud and obnoxious and anything but sober, and Jared doesn’t like it. He hates it really, especially when the noise seems to prompt whatever is in the woods to move again.
“Jensen. Let’s go!”
He doesn’t listen, takes a few steps forward and suddenly, he sees little beady eyes attached to a slim head of fur. Jensen pushes a few branches away so he can move closer and the noises sound again as he sees the body and legs pushing out. Jensen laughs again. “It’s a fucking deer, you clueless basstard.”
As Jensen settles in closer, he hears a little meep noise from behind him and Jared comes right behind. Jared leans at Jensen’s back, using the man as a shield in case the animal uprights itself suddenly and … maybe attacks? Jensen shoots a look over his shoulder at Jared vocalizing all his worries out loud. “Jen, what’s wrong? Is it hurt? Fucking do something.”
“I’m not a fucking vet, you dick.”
The deer shuffles again, pushing its slim legs out, but it collapses, body flopping down to the forest floor. “It’s hurt!” Jared loudly whispers.
“Yeah, I got that.”
“We have to get it help!”
Jensen sighs and straightens. He pulls out his phone to dial … whoever could deal with this … but he realizes-slash-remembers they have shit for service out in this area. Secluded cabin for quiet getaway? Also means no interaction with any bit of the outside world.
“Jen, c’mon. You gotta call someone!”
“You call someone,” he snaps back.
Jared pulls out his phone, tries to connect, but they both hear the beeping of no connection. “Shit! No service!” He goes so far as to raise his phone in the air and watch for the bars to suddenly appear. They don’t. And Jensen smacks the back of his head. “Dude!”
“You’re so dumb. I cannot believe we are friends.”
“What?”
Jensen shakes his head and moves closer to the deer. He crouches down and gives it a once-over. “I think it’s the leg. Everything else looks okay.”
“We gotta bring her inside.”
With a deep breath, Jensen tries to settle himself. Jared has an outrageous animal savior complex, and he knows it and has proof of it in the fact that they now have eight animals staying at the house until the puppies find homes (but Jensen’s pretty sure it’s just Jared’s excuse for keeping them around). There is no way … “No fucking way we’re taking a deer home.”
“What? No. Just inside. Keep it warm.”
“That deer has more fur than we do clothes. It’s fine.”
“It’s injured.”
Jensen sighs and stands up, trying to figure out what the hell they’re to do right here without a way to contact anyone. “Let’s drive it into town.”
“I’m not driving drunk. You gonna drive like this?”
“I’m fine,” he huffs back. “If anything, I’m sober because of this ridiculousness.”
Jared chuckles. “No way, dude. You’re not driving my truck after all that beer.”
“You got a better idea, Einstein?”
“Yeah,” he insists. “We take it inside.”
“Until when?”
“Morning.”
Jensen eyes him, staring intently to read his eyes, but all he sees is beer. “We’re taking it into town in the morning.” Jared nods and Jensen pushes hands between them, angrily motioning. “We are not taking it anywhere else with us. We leave tomorrow without another animal.”
“Alright, yeah,” Jared nods meaningfully.
“I mean it, Jared. No more pets.”
He nods and then smiles, ignoring how angrily Jensen turns away and plants hands on his hips with a rough sigh.
*
Jared’s camping skills are further reinforced when he manages a splint for the deer’s injured leg, and Jensen’s kind of impressed with how easily his hands work around the animal. He further soothes it by stroking his enormous palms over its belly. They coast over the top of its head and down its back over and over again, smoothing its silky fur. He smirks up at Jensen while he continues to pet the now-settled deer and Jensen rolls his eyes and remains quiet.
Jared grabs the blanket off Jensen’s bed and folds it into a bed in front of the fireplace, and Jensen huffs huffs way back out to the campfire with a whole mess of beers.
He’s back to getting drunk when Jared joins him outside, dragging a chair closer and plopping down with a smile. “She’s like two seconds from sleeping.”
Jensen eyes him, and says over the rim of his bottle, “You got a serious problem.”
“Dude, she’s all injured, gimping around on three legs.” He reaches for another beer himself and nearly whines. “You want to leave her in the forest to be eaten alive?”
“It’s wildlife. They live in the forest.”
“You’re so cold-hearted about nature, man.”
Jensen sighs. “They are not domesticated.”
Jared shakes his head as he takes another sip. “I don’t know why you hate animals so much.”
“If I hated animals, I would’ve moved out the second the bunny came home.” He shakes his head and drinks. “Wouldn’t have kept Tessa.” He pauses and then says thoughtfully, “Actually, I wouldn’t have even moved in with the two horsedogs you got.”
He chuckles. “You love the dogs. Remember when you were proud of Harley for knocking Sadie up?”
Jensen laughs, “Remember when you thought your babygirl was a whore.”
Jared smacks the back of his head and grumbles into his beer bottle. “Watch your mouth. She’s a beautiful mother.”
“You have a problem.”
“Aww, Jen,” Jared coos, rubbing his absurdly long, but also incredibly able fingers into Jensen’s hair, soothing some of the anger away. “You getting jealous? Because you’re no longer my favorite animal?”
Jensen’s look is awkward and annoyed.
“You’re my favorite human, if that makes any difference?” Jared giggles as he rises and walks back to the house for the bathroom.
At the top of his bottle, Jensen mumbles, “Maybe.”
Next | These Hands Are Too Big For This: Wherein Jared gets pissy and almost ruins Mackenzie's class gift
timehasa_way!!1,700 words
It was getting pretty ridiculous in the house, what with all the animals. They had Sadie and Harley, who are still considered the big kids on campus and Jared never relented attention on them. Jensen doesn’t let Tessa out of his sight, and the kitten sleeps most nights on his chest, curling tight against him. The bunny, who Jared named Ginny (“Virginia Hill was Bugsy Siegel’s main girl,” he said, to which Jensen replied “Oh, so you’re Bugsy? You’re a ganster now?” and Jared huffed, “No. Get it? Bugsy, bunny, Bugs Bunny.” Jensen rolled his eyes, of course), still gets a fair share of cuddle time on the couch when Jared and Jensen watch TV. And now Sadie and Harley’s pups, all five of them, gallop around the basement and make so much of a mess that Jensen refuses to go down there anymore and pretty much goes to the Laundromat whenever he needs clean clothes.
Even worse is trying to plan for caretakers so Jared and Jensen can take their annual long-weekend getaway, which Jared has appropriately titled Mancation. There’s much arguing because Jared just puts all the dogs into a kennel, but Jensen insists he have someone he actually knows watch Tessa. And then Jared has to find someone for Ginny because he doesn’t trust her being anywhere with any other pets. Jensen rolls his eyes. A lot.
But they finally figure it all out after Jensen does some careful, highly calculated arrangements for all the damned animals and they set off to a rented cabin a few hours north of Vancouver.
It’s barely fall, but they’re pretty far up north on the continent. During the day they hike the wooded area and happen into town for local fare. At night, Jared grills, using the heat of the fire to keep him relatively warm, and then they finish the evening off at the fireplace with lots of beer. It’s been going relatively well – Jared only marginally annoying Jensen. So when Jared insists they build a fire outside on their last night, he grants him this wish and they settle around Jared’s impressive and surprising skills as a camper.
Jensen’s even more impressed that Jared’s gone as far as to plan for s’mores and pulls out a bag of marshmallows, a few king-sized bars of Hershey’s, and a few different boxes of graham crackers – cinnamon, chocolate, and regular. They munch for an hour on homemade desserts, still tugging on their beer bottles, and laughing giddily from the alcohol and sugar rush. After a bit, they’re basically just popping marshmallows right into their mouths, bypassing crackers and chocolate.
In the middle of some high pitched giggles, there’re sounds of cracking branches and the whooshing of leaves moving. They both stop laughing and stare at each other, unable to see much beyond their faces lit by the flames between them.
“Dude,” Jared says low.
“Yeah,” Jensen replies just as softly.
The sound comes again, motion rushing around them and branches breaking, and then suddenly there’s a loud thump, followed by two softer ones and everything’s quiet.
Jensen stands, trying to see beyond Jared, where he thinks the noises were. Jared turns in his seat and stares, murmuring, “What the hell?”
“Do you see anything?” Jensen asks.
“No. But it’s really fucking dark.”
“Yeah.” At the time, he doesn’t know what it is, but upon reflection, the alcohol drives him to stalk to the edge of the trees and stare into the darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust.
More rattling goes on just a few feet away, far enough that they still can’t see what it is, but close enough that they can’t ignore it.
Jared rushes up, tugging on the back of Jensen’s plaid flannel and whispering. “Hey, c’mon. Let’s go back inside.”
Jensen pops his shoulders and holds strong, not allowing Jared to move him. “No. What if it’s just an animal.”
“Yeah, I ‘m praying it is,” he rushes on, whispering at Jensen’s ear. “But what if it’s not.”
“Then what would it be?”
“Serial killer?” Jensen gives him an annoyed look. “What if it’s … shit, Jen,” he mumbles, and Jensen can hear the drunkenness in his words. “What if … wendigo,” he says , wide eyed and open mouthed. “What the fuck, Jen, we can’t … we gotta. Inside.”
Jensen laughs incredulously, mouth wide open and bending at the waist. It’s pretty loud and obnoxious and anything but sober, and Jared doesn’t like it. He hates it really, especially when the noise seems to prompt whatever is in the woods to move again.
“Jensen. Let’s go!”
He doesn’t listen, takes a few steps forward and suddenly, he sees little beady eyes attached to a slim head of fur. Jensen pushes a few branches away so he can move closer and the noises sound again as he sees the body and legs pushing out. Jensen laughs again. “It’s a fucking deer, you clueless basstard.”
As Jensen settles in closer, he hears a little meep noise from behind him and Jared comes right behind. Jared leans at Jensen’s back, using the man as a shield in case the animal uprights itself suddenly and … maybe attacks? Jensen shoots a look over his shoulder at Jared vocalizing all his worries out loud. “Jen, what’s wrong? Is it hurt? Fucking do something.”
“I’m not a fucking vet, you dick.”
The deer shuffles again, pushing its slim legs out, but it collapses, body flopping down to the forest floor. “It’s hurt!” Jared loudly whispers.
“Yeah, I got that.”
“We have to get it help!”
Jensen sighs and straightens. He pulls out his phone to dial … whoever could deal with this … but he realizes-slash-remembers they have shit for service out in this area. Secluded cabin for quiet getaway? Also means no interaction with any bit of the outside world.
“Jen, c’mon. You gotta call someone!”
“You call someone,” he snaps back.
Jared pulls out his phone, tries to connect, but they both hear the beeping of no connection. “Shit! No service!” He goes so far as to raise his phone in the air and watch for the bars to suddenly appear. They don’t. And Jensen smacks the back of his head. “Dude!”
“You’re so dumb. I cannot believe we are friends.”
“What?”
Jensen shakes his head and moves closer to the deer. He crouches down and gives it a once-over. “I think it’s the leg. Everything else looks okay.”
“We gotta bring her inside.”
With a deep breath, Jensen tries to settle himself. Jared has an outrageous animal savior complex, and he knows it and has proof of it in the fact that they now have eight animals staying at the house until the puppies find homes (but Jensen’s pretty sure it’s just Jared’s excuse for keeping them around). There is no way … “No fucking way we’re taking a deer home.”
“What? No. Just inside. Keep it warm.”
“That deer has more fur than we do clothes. It’s fine.”
“It’s injured.”
Jensen sighs and stands up, trying to figure out what the hell they’re to do right here without a way to contact anyone. “Let’s drive it into town.”
“I’m not driving drunk. You gonna drive like this?”
“I’m fine,” he huffs back. “If anything, I’m sober because of this ridiculousness.”
Jared chuckles. “No way, dude. You’re not driving my truck after all that beer.”
“You got a better idea, Einstein?”
“Yeah,” he insists. “We take it inside.”
“Until when?”
“Morning.”
Jensen eyes him, staring intently to read his eyes, but all he sees is beer. “We’re taking it into town in the morning.” Jared nods and Jensen pushes hands between them, angrily motioning. “We are not taking it anywhere else with us. We leave tomorrow without another animal.”
“Alright, yeah,” Jared nods meaningfully.
“I mean it, Jared. No more pets.”
He nods and then smiles, ignoring how angrily Jensen turns away and plants hands on his hips with a rough sigh.
*
Jared’s camping skills are further reinforced when he manages a splint for the deer’s injured leg, and Jensen’s kind of impressed with how easily his hands work around the animal. He further soothes it by stroking his enormous palms over its belly. They coast over the top of its head and down its back over and over again, smoothing its silky fur. He smirks up at Jensen while he continues to pet the now-settled deer and Jensen rolls his eyes and remains quiet.
Jared grabs the blanket off Jensen’s bed and folds it into a bed in front of the fireplace, and Jensen huffs huffs way back out to the campfire with a whole mess of beers.
He’s back to getting drunk when Jared joins him outside, dragging a chair closer and plopping down with a smile. “She’s like two seconds from sleeping.”
Jensen eyes him, and says over the rim of his bottle, “You got a serious problem.”
“Dude, she’s all injured, gimping around on three legs.” He reaches for another beer himself and nearly whines. “You want to leave her in the forest to be eaten alive?”
“It’s wildlife. They live in the forest.”
“You’re so cold-hearted about nature, man.”
Jensen sighs. “They are not domesticated.”
Jared shakes his head as he takes another sip. “I don’t know why you hate animals so much.”
“If I hated animals, I would’ve moved out the second the bunny came home.” He shakes his head and drinks. “Wouldn’t have kept Tessa.” He pauses and then says thoughtfully, “Actually, I wouldn’t have even moved in with the two horsedogs you got.”
He chuckles. “You love the dogs. Remember when you were proud of Harley for knocking Sadie up?”
Jensen laughs, “Remember when you thought your babygirl was a whore.”
Jared smacks the back of his head and grumbles into his beer bottle. “Watch your mouth. She’s a beautiful mother.”
“You have a problem.”
“Aww, Jen,” Jared coos, rubbing his absurdly long, but also incredibly able fingers into Jensen’s hair, soothing some of the anger away. “You getting jealous? Because you’re no longer my favorite animal?”
Jensen’s look is awkward and annoyed.
“You’re my favorite human, if that makes any difference?” Jared giggles as he rises and walks back to the house for the bathroom.
At the top of his bottle, Jensen mumbles, “Maybe.”
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