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Jared, what is your objective?"

Protect Jensen Ackles.

Jared, why should Jensen Ackles

be protected?

Jensen Ackles is an Angel.

Jared, how will you achieve your objective?

By any means necessary.

Jared, will you die to protect Jensen Ackles?

Yes.

Jared, will you kill to protect Jensen Ackles?”

Yes.

Jared, who is Jensen Ackles?

My angel to protect."
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Jensen watched the man sitting on the other side of the two sided mirror. He was handcuffed to the steel table welded to the floor, his head bowed, shaggy brown hair flopping over his eyes. Jensen had never seen the man before that morning. The events that brought them to the Winchester PD Interrogation room played back in Jensen’s mind.

Stomping for voters for his mother’s re-election campaign had brought the smiling Ackles family to Winchester Texas. Donna Ackles was running for her second term as the governor of Texas. Every member of the clan was needed for the effort. No shirking family duty because you have a life outside the almighty realm of Texas politics.

Donna Ackles was the honored guest at the Winchester Education and Technologies Centers annual luncheon for Texas Women of Excellence. The Ackles family all sat at the long table, smiling. Alan who served as Donna’s press secretary sat proudly at his wife’s left. Eldest son Josh, who was Donna’s campaign manger, sat to her right. Next to Josh sat daughter Mackenzie the youngest and to Alan’s left sat the middle child, Jensen.

Jensen hadn’t wanted to attend the luncheon. Yes, he was proud of his mom. Donna Ackles was indeed a Texas Woman of Excellence. But he was a top executive at a business software company so far outside the political circle that his boss didn’t even realize he was the governors son until Jensen told him he needed to take a week off to appear with his mother.

“You have to what? I didn’t know you were into politics?” Mitch Pileggi asked.

“Mitch, you do know that the governors name is Donna Ackles right? My name is Jensen Ackles. Donna Ackles is my mom.”

The luncheon was going along like any other campaign luncheon Jensen had attended. The food was mediocre but the coffee was very good. Jensen listen to his mothers perfectly prepared speech, smiled when the photographer snapped pictures. He ignored the security like they liked them to do. Let them do their job.

Jensen should have paid attention, because one of the security detail pulled his weapon and leveled it at his head. From some where off to the side came a giant in a brown leather duster, black aviators, and two guns. The man fired what seemed like a hundred rounds into the security guard.

The man was on Jensen before Jensen could react dragging him along with him. When Jensen had stumbled the giant had wrapped his arms around Jensen’s waist carrying him like he was a toddler. They didn’t make it out of the building before the Winchester police had them surrounded forcing the giant to release Jensen.

That was what brought them to the interrogation room. So far the only thing the giant had said was “Protect Jensen Ackles. Protect Jensen Ackles.”

“Are you sure you have never seen this man before. His name is Jared Padalecki. That name mean anything?” Lt. Jim Beaver asked, watching Jensen stare at the man sitting in the interrogation room.

Jensen shook his head. “I have never seen him before. Never heard his name. He’s some sort of vigilante right, a nut case?”

“He’s a Panther Guard.” Jensen and the Lt. both looked at the man dressed in a tan khaki Naval uniform.

“He’s a what?” Jensen asked.

“Who the hell are you?” Beaver asked at the same time.

“Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan US Navy Seal. Jared Padalecki is member of my team.”

“And your team does what?” Beaver asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We protect those who are special, who will play a significant roll in the future of our country.”

Jensen scoffed, “Then your man fucked up. That’s my mom not me. Once the campaign is over I fade back into the wood work again.”

Jeff looked at Jensen his gaze very unsettling. “When all is said and done. Donna Ackles will be an interesting footnote in Texas history. You Jensen Ackles have to potential to change the landscape of the world.”

TBC>>>>

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Jensen looked at the Navy Captain then turned to Lt. Beaver. “Do you mind if I talk to the Captain alone?”

“I need coffee anyway.” Beaver left them alone in the room.

“What you just said, was it for the Lt.’s benefit? Because I know for a fact that it’s a big steaming load of bullshit. So, how about the truth.” Jensen said his arms crossed over his chest.

Jeff stepped up watching Jared through the glass. “Do you believe the government has the right to take away free will in the guise of making the country safer?”

“No one has the right to take away a person’s free will.” Jensen watched as Jared became more agitated. Rocking back and forth, pulling at his hand cuffs. “Is he alright?”

Jeff glanced at the young man standing next to him, surprised to see worry etched on his face. “No he isn’t. The only thing that Jared knows in life is that he takes care of and protects you. But right now he is stuck in there and Jared has no idea where you are. Jared thinks he failed.”

“Failed? I’d have a bullet in my forehead if it wasn’t for him. He protected me.” Jensen stepped closer to the glass. Jared’s dark head lifted as if he could feel Jensen watching him.

“My God!,” Jensen sucked in a shocked breath. He never saw a soul in so much pain shown so clearly in fox like hazel brown eyes. He could see blood smearing Jared’s wrists were the handcuffs had cut into the skin as the big man struggled. Jensen placed his palm against the glass. “He’s hurting himself. He has to stop.”

“Only you can stop him Jensen. Jared will struggle and fight against anyone until he can find you.” Jeff stepped closer to Jensen leaning in so his lips almost brush Jensen’s ear. “You are right Jensen. What I told the Lt was bull shit. You weren’t chosen for protection because some destiny you might have. You were picked because the project director is a University of Texas alumni and your picture was on the cover of the alumni magazine. But what isn’t bull shit is that for that man in there. You Jensen Ross Ackles are the only reason Jared Tristan Padalecki draws a breath.”

“How do I help him?”

“Come with us to the facility. Be with Jared for a while. Once he is less agitated we will redirect his focus.”

Jensen looked at the Captain. He didn’t know why but the prospect of no longer being Jared’s focus made him feel queezy. “Redirect? You mean treat Jared like a dog with a new owner.”

Jared’s rocking became more frenzied. He yanked on the hand cuffs harder. “Jensen. Protect Jensen.”

Not able to watch the big man hurt himself anymore Jensen pushed his way into the interrogation room. Jared’s head snapping up his nostrils flared a weak smile split his handsome face. “Jensen.”

Jensen knelt next to Jared reaching out cupping his cheek in his hand. “Hey. Big guy.” Jared nuzzled Jensen’s hand with his face. “Jared you have to stop fighting against the cuffs. You’re hurting yourself.”

“Safe. Jensen safe.” Jared mumbled.

“Yes. Yes thanks to you. You protected me. I’m safe thank you, Jared.”

Beaver came into the room. “What the hell are you doing Ackles? Get away from him.” Beaver started to pull Jensen back.

Jared snarled and growled, his teeth bared. With almost inhuman strength Jared surged up snapping the cuffs. “No one touches Jensen Ackles!” Rage emanated from Jared like heat from a open flame.

Jeff rushed into the room yanking Beaver. Jensen struggled to stay between Jared and the cop. “Stand down Padalecki! Stand down!” Jeff yelled

“Jared! Jared! Stop, please stop. He didn’t hurt me. He didn’t hurt me.” Jensen reached up touching Jared’s face trying get Jared to focus on him. “Jared look at me. Come on big guy. Look at me.”

Jared looked down at Jensen blinding his big hands came up cupping Jensen’s face. “Not hurt. Not hurt.” Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen tightly.

“Ok, someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on before I throw all your asses into a cell.” Beaver snapped his eyes on the dangle broken cuff on Padalecki’s wrist.

“Master Sgt Jared Padalecki is part of a classified joint project between US Naval Intelligence and the CIA called Panther Guard. That is the only thing I can tell you. The rest is top secret.” Jeff said

“That’s fucking bullshit! I want answers now!”

“I am afraid that is the only answer you’re entitled to Lt. Beaver,” a deep raspy voice came from behind them.

“Who the fuck are you?” Beaver snapped at the stocky built man standing in the door way.

“Christian Kane, I am the CIA liaison for project Panther Guard. These men will be coming with me.” Kane said calmly.

TBC>>>>>

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Everything seemed to go into a fast forward mode after Christian Kane arrived. It seemed like Kane had them hustled out of the police station and into a black Hummer within minutes. Or at least that’s how it felt to Jensen. He also felt like there was still a lot more going on then what Morgan has said earlier.

Jared had pulled Jensen onto his lap as soon as they crawled into the back seat. Jeff was in the front seat with Kane who was at the wheel apparently trying to qualify for the Daytona 500 the way he peeled out of parking lot.

Jensen pulled his cell phone out with the intention to call his parents to let them know he was ok. Jeff reached back and snatched the phone out of his hand. “No phone calls.”

“I just wanted to let my parents know that I was ok.” Jensen tried to grab it back. Jared wrapped his arms around him trapping his arms.

“No phone calls.” Jeff repeated turning back around.

Chris looked back at the two men in the back of the Hummer. He couldn’t believe they finally got Jared back. “Hey Jay. How are you feeling big guy?” Chris asked.

Jared looked at Chris’ eyes in the rear view mirror. They were eyes he remembered. The intense blue of a stormy sky, smiling with mischief, hard and concentrating, dark and angry. His eyes darted to the other man. He remembered that scratch of the salt and pepper beard, the smell of smoke on his breathe, the curl of a smirk on his face. Jared knew them. But how he knew them Jared couldn’t remember.

“Fine.” Jared mumbled pulling Jensen closer.

Chris nodded. One word answers was probably the best they were going to get for now. Two years of being told the only thing in the world that was important was Jensen Ackles had pushed everything else out of his brain. Keeping Ackles was going to be the key to Jared’s recovery.

“Where are we going?” Jensen asked letting his head fall against Jared’s broad shoulder.

“Private air strip. Once we get there you can call you parents.” Jeff said looking back over his shoulder. He smiled, Ackles looked like he was seconds away from falling asleep. The sedative Jeff had doused the boy with worked just like the Doctor said it would.

Jensen fought to keep his eyes open, but Jared was so warm and his arms felt so nice around him it was a losing battle. Snuggling down Jensen buried his face in Jared’s neck as sleep claimed him.

Jim Beaver sat at his desk trying to concentrate on the case file for a robbery murder but his mind kept going back to what had happened earlier. First having a case taken away from him by the fucking CIA of all people chapped his ass. How they literally swooped in seemed a little fast even for spooks.

Jim’s desk phone rang “Lt. Beaver Major Crimes.”

“Lt. Beaver this is Donna Ackles where is my son? When will he be able to come home?” Donna asked in a crisp clipped tone.

“Your son is currently in the custody of the CIA and the Dept. of Navel Intelligence for debriefing. Your son hasn’t gotten in touch with you?” Ackles and Padalecki were whisked out of the police department four hours ago.

“Would I be calling you if I had heard from my son? Why would Jensen need to be debriefed by the CIA? He’s a software executive not an international spy.” Donna looked up as her husband sat on the corner of her desk. Concern etched on Alan’s face matched hers. “Did someone from the CIA come to the police station? What was his name?” Donna peppered Beaver with questions.

“Madame Governor I’m sure once your son has been debriefed he will be in touch with you. All I can tell you is he left the station of his own free will with Master Sgt. Jared Padalecki, Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan and CIA Agent Christian Kane.” Beaver supplied the governor with the names he had which would probably get him into hot water but the woman wanted to know where her son was.

Donna wrote down the names “Thank you Lt. Beaver.” Looking at her husband.

“Alan you still talk to that guy. George’s boy that worked at Langley?”

“T.J. Thyme? Yeah why?” Alan asked looking at the names his wife had written down.

“I want to know who these men are and why they have our son. This one is CIA.” Donna pointed to Christian Kane.

Chad Michael Murray flicked his cigarette butt out as the black Hummer tore into the hanger. Kane must be driving because the SUV came to a screeching halt just four feet shy of the air plane tail. Chad walked over as Jeff and Chris hopped out. “Hit my fucking plane I’ll castrate your ass Kane! Then you will really be Steve’s pussy.”

Jared slid out of the back seat carrying Jensen like he weighted no more than a child. The man who was yelling at blue eyes faltered a step seeing him. Jared felt the same recognition he had felt with the other two men only this one seemed deeper.

“Jared! Welcome back brother!” Chad stopped in front of Jared. He wanted to wrap the bigger man in a tight hug, but Jared looked as skittish as a new colt. So he turned his attention to his man. “Jeff!” Chad launched himself at the older man.

“Hey baby. We got him back. We got him back.” Jeff whispered in his boys’ ear pressing a soft kiss on Chad’s neck.

Chad kissed Jeff’s lips. “It’s about time. Let’s get in the air then. Samantha is making fried chicken tonight.” Chad was always thinking with his stomach. But Samantha Ferris was not only a grade A ass kicker and drink anyone of them under the table. She was the greatest cook on the planet.

Chris was pulling bags out of the back of the SUV, he threw one in Chad’s direction. “Make yourself useful Mayhem.”

“Fuck you Kane!”

Jared surveyed the plane deciding the best place for him and Jensen to sit. Jensen hadn’t stirred once since he fell a sleep. Jared stroked a big hand down his cheek. Jared closed his own eyes trying to clear his head. After such a long time when he felt just on the edge of going crazy knowing the only thing that could save him was a beautiful angel with bright green and gold eyes, Jared finally felt some peace. The peace was fragmented like a puzzle that was complete except for the missing edges.

"Jared, listen carefully you must protect Jensen Ackles.

I understand

Jared, there are people who want to harm him.

I understand

Jared, he can’t protect himself.

I understand

Jared, only you can protect him, only you.

Only me

Jared, that is your only purpose protecting Jensen Ackles

Only me

Jared, Jensen Ackles belongs to only you.

Mine

Jared, look at this picture.

Mine

Jared, who is in the picture?

My Jensen Ackles."

Jensen wiggled a little breathing in the warm delicious spicy sent of his lover. It was his favorite way to wake up. Wrapped up snuggly with his love. Big hands cupped over his hip gripping his ass. Jensen wasn’t a small man by any stretch of the imagination but his lover dwarfed him in height and shear muscle. He always made Jensen feel safe, protected. Eyes still closed a sleep smile on his face Jensen press a wet kiss on his lovers neck.

The rumbling of an animal like growl had Jensen jerking awake. The only thing keeping him from dumping himself on the floor was the tight hold Jared had on him. Jensen’s erotic dream vanished in an instant.

Jensen struggled to push out of Jared’s embrace. Hazel eyes glared at him. “Mine. Stay.” Jared said holding him tighter.

Before Jensen could rebut that declaration it came to his attention they were in a airplane flying over water. “What the Fuck? Why are we in a plane? Are you kid knapping me?” Jensen snapped starting to push harder to get out of Jared’s embrace.

Chris came over putting a calming hand on Jensen’s shoulder yearning a growl from Jared. “Calm down kid. We will be landing in a bit and we will answer all your questions then.”

TBC>>>>>>>>

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Jonathan Togo and Adam Rodriguez fidgeted under the glare of Commander David Caruso. Caruso was the man in charge of the Panther Guard Project an off shoot of the MK-Ultra military and CIA mind control project of the fifties and early sixties. Telling him that the last member of the first Panther team had been lost wasn’t going over well with Caruso.

“You were supposed to neutralize Padalecki after he took out Hartley. Instead you let him get pinched by the local Barney Fifes. Now Padalecki is missing along with our target.” Caruso snarled.

“Sir, Morgan and Kane showed up at the Winchester PD just before us.” Togo tried to explain.

Caruso picked up a paper weight hurling it across the room. Morgan and Kane had been thorns in his side since the inception of the Panther Guard. Morgan had fought every direct order about his team being the first Panther team. Kane had come in from the CIA side and basically shut down Caruso’s effort to segregate each member of Morgan’s team. In a mini revolt Morgan and Kane left with all but one member of the team, Jared Padalecki.

“So how is it a burned CIA agent and forcibly retired Navy Captain just walk into a police station and walk out with a man who just killed someone and the son of the Texas governor?”

Rodriguez shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Sir a private airport just outside Galveston reported an unauthorized plane departure late yesterday. A mechanic said a black HUMMER arrived with four men. One of men looked like he was unconscious, being carried by a big guy. The plane was completely striped of any identifying serial numbers.”

“Fine out where that plane went!”

Alan Ackles dials the private number he had for TJ Thyne. He had a feeling any information he was told, it would be a good idea that Thyme’s bosses didn’t know he was giving it.

“Damn, Alan long time. Man long time. I heard about what happened at the luncheon.” TJ answered.

“Yeah. That’s kinda’ why I am calling. The police took Jensen to the station with the guy who killed the bodyguard. Master Sgt. Jared Padalecki is his name. Well seems one of your boys’ whisked Jensen and Padalecki away for a debriefing. No one seems able to tell us where our son is.” Alan explained.

TJ sat up in his chair. “What is the agent’s name?”

“Kane. Christian Kane. There was also a Navy Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”

TJ swore. “Damn what did Jensen get himself caught up in? Morgan was forced into retirement by the Navy. Kane is black listed, totally burned in the spy game. No one has seen them in a couple years.”

“They kidnapped Jensen!” Alan sat up straighter in his chair. For the first time the fact that his son was missing was sinking in.

“Alan. Alan, listen to me. If Jensen is with Kane and Morgan he is the safest he could be.” TJ tried to calm him down.

“How can you know that TJ? These guys are black listed. Their rogues.”

“I know them Alan. I know them. I would trust them with Angie and Macy’s live.” Angie was TJ’s wife and Macy was his three year old daughter. The most precious things in his life. “Look, Alan sit tight. I’ll see if I can get in touch with them. I’ll get back you as soon as possible.”

Jensen watch their assent from the clouds to an island that could be anywhere in the world. Jared’s chin was tucked against his neck as he took in the view too. Jensen felt a little bit like he was about to start a vacation on Fantasy Island with his boyfriend. Which would be preferable to the Dharma Island in LOST. Too much drama involved with the latter.

Chris watched the two men over the magazine he was pretending to read. He had never, even before he was taken seen Jared look so content. Like holding Jensen in his arms was the only thing he had ever wanted in life. Despite the situation Jensen seem content to just let Jared hang on to him. Chris had expected more of a freak out once Jensen woke up and found himself on airplane over the ocean.

“So, Jensen, what do you think of the island from afar?” Chris asked

Jensen looked over at the long haired man. “It looks very green. Kane isn’t it?”

“Yeah, Christian Kane.”

Jared looked over at him once again caught by the intense blue eyes. An image flashed in his mind of the man sitting on a dimly lit stage sitting next another man with a guitar, crystal blue eyes and an easy smile.

A huge grin split Jared’s tan face. “Christian Kane and Steve Carlson sing. Chris and Steve.” Jared looked at Jensen. “Chris and Steve are like Jared and Jensen.”

Jensen watched the pure joy fill Christian’s face. He could see Jared remembering that he sang with Steve Carlson meant a great deal to the man. A smile graced Christian’s face, Jensen felt happy for him and for Jared.

“That’s right Jay. Steve and I sing. Played a couple Texas clubs thanks to you. You are our biggest most vocal fan.” Chris ducked his head letting his hair fall in his face. He could feel his eyes start to tear up.

Jeff stepped through the curtain that separated the cock pit from the rest of the plane. He placed a hand on Chris’s shoulder giving it a squeeze. For all his macho bravado Christian Kane had a big soft heart. Having to leave Jared behind was the hardest on the Christian and on Chad.

Jared looked up at Jeff who had such a sad smile on his face. Some how Jared knew that Jeff shouldn’t be sad. His smile should be broad and full of happiness. He took care of all of them. “Sat on any birds lately Papa?” Jared asked with a big grin.

Jeff’s knees actually buckled a little. “Jesus Christ kid.”

TBC>>>>>>

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TJ Thyne walked casually down the west corridor of the Pentagon hoping he didn’t look as nervous as he felt. If anyone knew what he was carrying inside his briefcase, TJ would be looking at high treason charges.

After talking with Alan Ackles he had gone down to the archive and pulled everything on Project Panther Guard. The best way TJ knew to keep Commander Caruso and CIA Special Project Director Fred Thompson from going after what was left of SEAL team 23 was to bring Project Panther Guard to the publics’ attention.

He had called the best investigating reporter in Washington, Wentworth Miller, from the Post. Miller had won a Pulitzer for a piece he wrote about ongoing torture of detainees at Guantanamo Bay and whether water boarding was effective in extracting information from terrorist suspects. What had been surprising was Miller wasn’t completely against interrogation methods used on the detainees. He was against the withholding of that information from the American public.

The Panther Guard did have the potential to be a very effective way to secure the safety government officials. Even with the elite protection of the Secret Service there is always a chance that an agent can be bought, or in fear choose his own life over the person he was protecting. What was wrong with the project was the complete takeover of a person’s reason and free will placing their sole focus on a single person to be able to function. Once a Panther Guard was fused with his protectee his entire life becomes about that person and he could became suicidal if that person was not within viewing distance.

TJ let out the breath he had been holding as he pulled out of the restricted parking area at the Pentagon, he had made it. In a half hour he would be meeting Miller at a café outside the Washington Post building to give the reporter all the documents he taken from the archive.

Jensen marveled at how more beautiful the island was up close then it had been in the air. Everything was lush and green. The road to the main compound was a well worn path of dirt and clay, lined with flowers and fruit tree in vibrant shades of color. The air was fragrant with sweet flowers and fresh greens. It was almost too much for Jensen to take in.

Excited he found himself pointing things out to Jared. “Jared look at that flower. Isn’t it beautiful? Oh look at the birds.” Jensen pointed out the window of the SUV.

Jared watched the joy on Jensen’s face, agreeing not that the flowers or the bird were beautiful but that Jensen was beautiful. “Yes, beautiful. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

Jensen turned looking at Jared. One didn’t have to be a genius to see Jared wasn’t agreeing with Jensen that the island was beautiful, but was talking about Jensen which made Jensen blush a pretty rosy pink. “I was talking about the flowers and the palm trees, big guy.”

Leaning toward Jensen with a smile so bright it could rival the sun Jared dropped a kiss on his plump lips. “I know, but I wasn’t.”

Chad sat next to the two men feeling like a voyeur. He didn’t remember ever seeing Jared so content and happy. It was a false happiness created because of his programmed devotion to Jensen Ackles. Once they arrived at the compound doctor Collins would begin retraining Jared to exist for himself and not Jensen. With in a week Chad be would to flying Jensen Ackles back to his life and Jared would remain with them on the island. Knowing that made Chad feel like shit.

Jared looked over at Chad. There was something wrong with him. He shouldn’t look so sad. He should have a manic smile full of mischief. His blue eyes should be lit with promised good natured mayhem. Chad had always dragged Jared into his little adventures. The clear vision of Chad laughing a full belly laugh flashed in Jared‘s mind. “Emo isn’t a good look for you Mayhem.”

Chad sucked in a breath tears formed in his eyes. “Yeah? Emo was always more your thing Sasquatch.”

Commander David Caruso stormed into Dr. Mark Sheppard’s office. Sheppard had wondered how long it would take Caruso to search him out. His little project was on the verge of spinning out of control. “What can I do for you, Commander?”

“How long before Padalecki is compromised?” Caruso asked in the quiet calm voice that most found annoying.

“Compromised? Starts to become his own man again you mean. It’s been what? about forty eight hours since he left the complex on his mission. Padalecki should be starting to remember his life before in a couple hours if he hasn’t already.”

“Son a bitch!” Caruso started to pace the small office.

Sheppard felt a minor bit of satisfaction that his answer hadn’t please the redheaded ass. But he also knew there was one aspect of Jared Padalecki that would never be as it was before.

Jared had been Caruso pet project. Caruso had chief scientist William Fitchner infuse Black Panther DNA laced with DNA of Jensen Ackles into Jared. He was the only member of SEAL team 23 to receive such treatment from the first day the team reported to the complex. Jared Padalecki was very special.

“Of course there is a part of Jared Padalecki that will never return to normal. A part of that boy has been changed forever thanks to you and Dr. Fitchner.” Sheppard didn’t bother to hide his disgust.

Caruso’s head popped up. “You are just as guilty as I in this Dr. Sheppard.”

“Oh believe me I know I am only four steps behind you once Padalecki comes for his do justice.” Sheppard saw doubt in Caruso’s eyes. “He will come and we all will pay for our transgression against the lad.”

“We will get him back. Padalecki will not be a rogue. He is my creation. I will get him back.”

“I suppose we will have to wait and see who is correct won’t we.” Sheppard said before turning back to his computer.

Wentworth Miller sat at the small café table sipping his double shot skinny latte. TJ Thyne an analyst with the Pentagon had contacted him earlier in the morning. He had some documents regarding the secret joint project being conducted by the CIA and Naval Intelligence called Panther Guard. Went hoped he wasn’t wasting his time.

TJ spotted Miller sitting at a table. “Mr. Miller? TJ Thyne.” TJ held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you TJ. Have a seat.” Miller said

“Ah, thanks.” TJ sat a over stuffed expanding folder down in front of Went. “Here is everything I could get about the Panther Guard.”

Went took the file not opening it yet. “Tell me why you would steal confidential documents from the Pentagon and give them to someone in the press?”

“You hear about what happened at the governors luncheon yesterday?” Went nodded. “Well the governors son Jensen has been in effect kidnapped by the man who saved his life Master Sgt. Jared Padalecki and a former Navy Seal Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan and ex CIA agent Christian Kane. They are all part of this whole Panther Guard. But please don’t look at them as the bad guys in this. At this point Jensen Ackles is safer then the president.”

“So Padalecki, Morgan and Kane are the good guys. Who are the bad guys?” Went asked

“Commander David Caruso, CIA Special Project Director Fred Thompson and Dr. William Fitchner.” At the mention of those name Went sat up straighter as a chill went down his spine. This was going to be a big story.

TBC>>>>>>>

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Fred Thompson sat in his office re-watching the video of the Women of Excellence luncheon. Focused on the giant man leaping out of the crowd. Jared Padalecki had the fluid grace of jaguar with the majestic beauty of a wild predator. Caruso had chosen well. Thompson looked down at the file on his lap.

Jared Padalecki:

DOB: July 19, 1982 San Antonio, TX

Marital status: single

US Navy Seal (2001 - present)

Expertise: Long range sniper, hand to hand combat

Military status: active member of the Panther Guard Psychological Evaluation:

By Dr. John Daly

Subject demonstrates a need to protect those around him. Often reacts violently when threatened and he angers easily. Padaleckis’ uses his large stature to intimidated. Has exhibited a willingness to harm - even kill anyone who is deemed a threat to his Seal Team.

Evaluation Level: Red extremely violent

Snapping off the monitor Thompson picked up the personal files on burned CIA agent Christian Kane and Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan. The two men were a threat to the Panther Guard, the enemy and he believed that knowing your enemy was half the battle.

Christian Maverick Kane:

DOB: June 27, 1974 Dallas, TX

CIA Code number: 062719742002

Marital status: single

Children: none

Military Service: Navy Seal 1996 - 1999

CIA Recruited: University of Oklahoma 2002

Training: Retrieval specialist, covert protection detail

Status: Non active (Black listed)

Psychological Evaluation:

By: Doctor Hugh Lorrie

Agent Kane has severe issues with anger that causes him to be volatile and act violently before thinking clearly through a situation. Kane functions on his own ethical and moral compass often disregarding orders he deems wrong. Has potential to go rogue.

Evaluation level: Red extremely violentBurn Notice Issued May 16, 2007

Agent Kane was key in six members Navy Seal Team 23 disappearing from Complex 45 Panther Guard Project. Destroying propriety and equipment. Kane has since dropped off the grid. Kane is considered a danger to American Security order to terminate on sight.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

DOB: April 22, 1966 Seattle, WA

Marital status: Divorced

Ex-spouse: Mary Louise Parker

US Navy Seal 1984 - 2007

Rank: Captain

Expertise: demolition, long range recon

Military Status: retired (forcibly)

Psychological Evaluation:

By Dr. John Daly

Captain Morgan demonstrates over powering need to control everyone and everything he considers his. He is fiercely protective of his team and has shown a propensity for violence when he feels a threat to his team. Morgan should be considered extremely violent and dangerous.Evaluation Level: Red extremely violent

Forced Retirement: Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan was listed as Dishonorably Discharged on April 28, 2007. Status was changed by Joint Chief of Staff Navy Admiral Timothy Hutton June 10, 2007. No reason given for the change other then Morgan had served under Hutton early in his navy career.

“Rachel where are the rest of the personal files for Seal 23 and Jensen Ackles?” Fred asked into the intercom.

Rachel Miner, Fred Thompson’s PA picked up her phone. “All the files you requested this morning should be on the left corner of your desk.” Rachel hung up and went back to replying to the email her mother had sent about her sister Maggie getting remarried.

The stack of files was indeed sitting neatly on the left corner of his desk. Fred shook his head a little he had been so focused on Kane and Morgan that he hadn’t seen the stack.

Chad Michael Murray:

DOB: August 24, 1981 Clarence, NY

Marital Status: Single

Military Service: US Navy Seal: 1999 – 2007

Rank: Sgt

Expertise: transportation, flying planes, helicopters’

Military Status: Listed AWOL

Psychological Evaluation:

By Dr. John Daly

Subject is very volatile, prone of react on emotion often with extreme violence. Murray also exhibit reckless disregard for his own safety when he feels his team is threatened. He could be a danger to himself and others. Subject could be clinically considered a borderline personality. Recommending a medical discharge of Sgt Murray for mental instability .

Evaluation Level: Red extremely unstable and violent

Steven Carlson:

DOB: August13, 1974 Pasadena, CA

Marital Status: Single

Military Service: US Navy Seal 1991 – 2007

Rank: Lt.

Expertise: Communications, sharp shooter

Military Status: Listed AWOL

Psychological Evaluation:

By Dr. John Daly

Subject exhibits extreme reckless disregard for his own well being and anti social behavior outside the dynamic of his Seal Team. Carlson has stood in the line of fire to defend his team. Carlson can be extremely violent when feeling threatened.

Evaluation Level: Red extremely violent

Michael Rosenbaum:

DOB: July 11, 1972

Marital Status: Single

Military Service: US Navy Seal 1993 – 2007

Rank: Lt.

Expertise: Underwater demolition, heavy explosives

Military Status: Listed AWOL

Psychological Evaluation:

By Dr. John Daly

Rosenbaum displays extreme instability sometimes exhibits attributes of psychosis. Can be calm one minute and homicidally violent the next. Fiercely protective of those in his Seal Team regarding all others intruders. Recommending a medical discharge of Lt. Rosenbaum.

Evaluation Level: Red extremely psychotic and violent

Thomas Welling:

DOB: April 26, 1977 Putman Valley, NY

Marital Status: Divorced

Ex-spouse: Jaime Welling

Military Service: US Navy Seal 1992 – 2007

Rank: Major

Expertise: Recon and intelligence

Military Status: Listed AWOL

Psychological Evaluation:

By Dr. John Daly

Welling is very well centered and deceptively calm , not swayed easily but can be volatile when pushed. Not easily angered but does show a propensity for violent action when he feels his team is threatened. Welling’s violent actions often are deadly.

Evaluation Code: Red extremely violent

Aldis Hodge:

DOB: September 20, 1986 Clay North Carolina

Marital Status: Single

Military Service: US Navy Seal 2004 – 2007

Rank: Chief Petty Officer

Expertise: Technical surveillance, Computer intelligence

Military Status: Listed AWOL

Psychological Evaluation:

By Dr. John Daly

Hodges exhibits an easy air. A laid back computer geek persona hides a genius mind severely focused with an IQ in the 180’s. He does exhibit many antisocial characteristics not functioning well outside the Seal Team. Hodge is the least violent of the team. The rest of the team tend to be overly protective of him. But being a member of Seal Team 23 he should be considered dangerous and volatile.

Evaluation Level: Red violent

“A team of psychopath’s that’s just perfect. What was Caruso doing picking this team for the experiment?” Fred mumbled to himself before picking up the last file.

Jensen Ackles:

DOB: March 1st, 1979 Richardson, TX

Middle son of Texas governor Donna Ackles

Marital Status: Single

College: University to Texas Austin with a masters degree

in business and sales

Current Employment: Tex Software Corp

Jensen is the shyest member of the very vibrant Ackles family. Rarely giving interviews with the press. Preferring to support his mother while remain in the back ground. Was engaged for a time to his college sweetheart Daneel Harris. The engagement ended at a mutual agreement and the two remain good friends. Jensen also coaches his nephews little league baseball team. Three years ago Jensen appeared on the cover of the University of Texas Alumni Magazine. The photo spread was also used in the college brochure.

Fred picked up the black and white head shot of Ackles inside his file. The boy was unnaturally beautiful. It was easy to see why Caruso had chosen him for Jared. But Ackles being the son of the governor of Texas was going to be a messy issue if they weren’t able to bring Jared back into the fold. There was no guarantee that Jensen would not cause problems for them. The only way to make sure the project was protected was to find the two men and kill them.

Picking up his private line “I have an assignment for you.”

TBC>>>>>>

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The large white plantation style mansion was twice the size of the governor’s mansion that Jensen’s mother lived in. It was right out of ‘Gone with the Wind’ adding to the mystery and the beauty of the whole island. Jared kept his hand laced tightly with his. The more people they came in contact with the closer the bigger man would pull Jensen.

Jensen never met so many dominate personalities. Kane and Murray were pulling gear out of the back of the SUV when a man came out of the house almost leaping on Kane. The kiss they engaged in was hot and carnal, Jensen could feel his face flush. No one else seemed to be shocked at the two mens’ behavior.

Two more men came out of bush wearing only green fatigue pants, rifle straps slung across sweaty bare chests. The closer they came Jensen could see both their chests were dotted with dark purple hickeys and bite marks. The shorter man with a sever buzz cut and pale clear blue slight crazed eyes let out a whoop launching himself at Morgan. The taller man with thick dark brown hair with pale green eyes had a big grin on his face.

“JD!” Michael Rosenbaum yelled as the older man caught him in a hug.

Jeff laughed “Hey Rosy.” He pressed a kiss on the shorter mans forehead.

Tom stopped half way between Jeff and Jared like he almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Jared. Damn. Jay.” Tom felt his eyes starting to fill with tears. Loosing Jared had effected every member of the team.

Mike pulled away from Jeff walking up to Jared reaching up he let his fingers ghost down Jared’s face like he did quite believe that he was real. Jensen felt Jared tense next to him at the touch then relax. Mike looked at him then back at Jared. “Hey yah big puppy. It’s good to have you home.”

Jared smiled at him then looked at Tom. “I hope you have been keeping crazy in line Tommy.” Everyone laughed.

Samantha Ferris came out onto the porch watching the men in the yard. She had only been with the guys for a little under two years. She had never met Jared Padalecki but Sam felt his absence as deeply as her boys did. Seven men had existed only half-whole like a limb was missing.

Aldis Hodges came thundering down the stairs like a herd of elephants almost knocking Sam over as he rushed into the yard. “Jared, my man!” Aldis yelled jumping on Jared wrapping his arms around him.

Jared staggered a little not letting go of Jensen’s hand but he wrapped his free arm around Aldis. “Hey kid.”

Sam brushed a tear from her eye. “Alright yahoos get your stuff inside dinners only getting cold.” Turning she walked back inside toward the galley like kitchen.

Gina Bellman and Geri Ryan were setting the table with two extra places. Neither woman had ever met mythical Jared Padalecki but what they had heard about him they liked. Beth had relayed every story Aldis had told her about the man.

Chad walked next to Jeff letting their shoulders bump. He really just wanted to throw himself into his lover’s arms and cry, but now was not that time to fall apart. Not when they finally had Jared back. Chris and Steve fell in behind them arms wrapped around each other. Mike walked two steps in front of Tom who had a hold of the back of his pants. Of course Jared never let go of Jensen. All seemed to have a need to have some solid connection with their lover.

Jensen leaned into Jared’s big frame giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. He didn’t know when he had consciously decided that if Jared needed to hang on to him to feel grounded Jensen would hang onto the big man just as tightly. “You ok, big guy?”

“I’m good baby as long as you are with me.” Jared looked down into Jensen’s moss green eyes with a smile. Jensen smiled back before leaning up giving Jared a quick kiss.

Steve watched the two men. They looked perfect together. What had to happen made Steve sad for his friend and pissed off beyond anything at the fucker who screwed with Jared’s life. Jensen wasn’t going to be there long and they would have to deal with the fall out once he returned to his normal life.

A small slim blonde came bouncing down the stairs with a huge infectious grin on her face. “Hi Jared. I’m Beth follow me I’ll show you both to your rooms.”

Jared’s face became hard and unreadable. “One room. We only need one room.” The grip he had on Jensen’s hand tightened starting to hurt.

“Hey big guy ease up. My fingers are starting to turn blue.” Jensen tugged trying to pull his hand free.

A threatening growl erupted from Jared’s chest. Everyone tensed. He yanked Jensen in front of him, his back against Jared’s front. Jared’s wrapped like steel bans across Jensen’s waist and chest. Jared’s growl rumbling right against Jensen’s ear.

A moment of panic filled Jensen. Reaching up he gently cupped the side of Jared’s face letting his fingers stroke the firm line of the jaw. Jensen laid his other hand over Jared’s that was curled tightly around his hip. Everyone was looking at them to watch how Jensen handled the situation.

“Jared I’m here. No one is trying to take me away from you. You did good. You protected me.” Jensen spoke as calmly as he could.

Jeff and Chad had moved to flank Jared each ready to yank Jensen to safety if Jared freaked out. Out of the corner of his eye Jeff saw Misha slowly walking into the hall behind Jared a syringe ready in his hand. Jeff shook his head no for Misha to wait.

The grip on his waist easy slightly Jensen twisted around so he could look at Jared. Hazel fox like eyes crazed like a wild animal trying to protect his territory. Leaning up Jensen took Jared’s face in his hands pulling him into a kiss. Jared changed his hold sliding his big hands down cupping Jensen’s firm ass lifting up until Jensen had no choice but to wrap his legs Jared’s waist. Jensen gave everything over into the kiss. Whatever Jared needed he would give him.

Geri watched feeling her panties start to moisten. “Damn. That is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Jared, why don’t you follow Beth up so you and Jensen can get settled. I’ll have Sam save some food for you in the fridge.” Jeff said.

Jared carried Jensen all the way up the two flights of stairs to the room continuing to kiss and nibble at Jensen’s mouth. Beth opened the door revealing a large room with a canopied California King bed. “Here you go. Everything you might need should be in the bedside table.” Beth said with a wink.

Downstairs Misha was confronted by a very angry Christian. “What the Fuck were you thinking of doing Doc? Knocking Jared out is not the answer to everything.”

“I was trying to stop Jared from hurting the young man. We have no real idea what Fitchner and Caruso did to him after we left. I do know that Jared was singled out from the beginning for something special. Not just the hormone therapy and mental training like the rest of the team. He could be a real danger to us all.”

“It doesn’t matter what they did to Jared. He is one of us. It looked to me like the kid handled our boy pretty well.” Mike spoke.

Misha looked at Jeff. “I need to give Jared a full physical and blood work. To get some idea what they did to him.”

“You will get your chance to poke at Jared tomorrow. Let them get settled.” Jeff said before heading into the kitchen.

Jared laid Jensen down on the bed bracing himself on his hands looking down into the clear green orbs. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. My Jensen. Mine.” Jared leaned down capturing Jensen’s swollen lips.

Jensen’s heart slammed inside his chest. His fingers tangled into Jared’s thick brown hair. He had no idea what he was doing. Before forty-eight hours ago Jensen had never even considered being attracted to another man. But Jared pulled Jensen in making every one of his senses wild with the need to touch, taste, smell everything about the bigger man. When Jared growled Jensen’s dick went diamond hard at light speed.

With a lot of panting, biting, licking, and quick fingers Jared had striped both of them bare. Sliding down Jared licked the jaunt of Jensen’s hip bone making a wet trail toward his cock. Jensen arched off the bed as Jared wrapped his tongue around the head. “Ah Fuck! Jay! Shit!”

Jared looked up through his floppy bangs as he swallowed Jensen to the base. He hummed enjoying the salty tang of pre-cum the essence of his mate. Reaching down Jared circled solid muscled thighs pushing them up to Jensen’s chest. He dragged his teeth gently down over Jensen’s balls his tongue traced back to the pink quivering hole.

“Holy Fuck!” Jensen screamed cuming the instant Jared’s tongue touched his asshole.

Totally blissed out Jensen vaguely heard rustling the opening and closing of a drawer the snap of a cap. Jared lapped the cum from his dick and abs Jensen felt boneless. The feel of Jared teasing his hole gently pressing his finger inside. Jensen tensed a little as Jared added another finger.

“Shh baby. Just relax breathe.” Jared soothed

“Jared. I’ve never. Never done this.” Jensen said clutching Jared’s broad shoulder.

Jared kissed his parted lips. “Look at me baby. Come on show me those gorgeous green eyes. Yeah that’s it baby.” Jared stared down at him showing Jensen every intense emotion he felt. “I want to be inside you baby. Be as close to you as I can get. I need it.”

Jensen saw the need in Jared’s hazel brown eyes. Jared needed him like no one ever had in his whole life. Jared made him feel so safe. He wanted to feel Jared inside him. “Please Jared. Please make love to him. Be inside me.”

Jared lubed his cock lining it with Jensen’s prepped hole. “Take a deep breath baby.” Jared pressed forward slowly murmuring nonsense love words in Jensen’s ear.

They moved slowly Jensen clung to Jared’s large warm frame wrapping his legs around Jared’s waist. Each stroke Jared stretched him further hitting a place inside Jensen never knew he had. Jensen threw his head back moaning. “God harder Jay. Please.”

“Feel so good Jen. Fit so tight. Going to cum. Fill you up with my cum.” Jared’s hips snapped forward as he let out a guttural growl that echoed through the room.

Panting Jared kissed Jensen before rolling off him. He had never felt so at peace in his life. Jensen curled into him Jared pulled the blanket over them kissing Jensen’s forehead. “Sleep baby.”

TBC>>>>

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The Washington Post news floor was always crowded, filled with the hum of computers, ringing of phone the tapping of keyboards. Most people would find it hard to focus in such chaos. When he was working a story angle Wentworth could block out World War III happening outside his cubical. The documents Thyne had given him explosive to say the least.

Project Panther Guard made MK-Ultra look like a side show gypsy brigade. Dr. William Fitchner was a pioneer in DNA splicing and genetic code remapping. From things Went learned from other sources an all around sick bastard.

Commander David Caruso of Naval Intelligence was obsessed with creating the perfect protector, the ultimate bodyguards. He was the driving force in getting Morgan and Seal team 23 for the project. Caruso wanted soldiers that were by normal standards one step from being committed. It the team disappeared it would be assumed they were finally dismissed from service.

The only name the papers were missing was who the person in charge from the CIA. Agent Kane had been a liaison for the project, but there was nothing saying who he reported to. Whoever it was had the clearance to put a shoot to kill order in Kane’s Burn Notice.

Senior Editor Dominic Purcell leaned against the cubical door arms crossed over his chest. He had been standing there for about five minutes and Went hadn’t even noticed. Most people would feel the tell tale prickle on the back of their neck that someone was watching them, not Wentworth Miller. It was a trait that Dom had told him time and again would get him killed one day.

“You missed my morning meeting.” Dom said, his Aussie accent softened over the years of being in the states.

“Busy with this new story. This shit makes MK-Ultra look like a trip to summer camp. Dom this is unbelievable really.” Went looked back over his shoulder at his editor.

Stepping inside Dom leaned over Went’s shoulder to see his computer screen. “Who is that?” he asked pointing to the picture on the screen.

“Master Sgt Jared Tristan Padalecki Navy Seal Team 23 and member of the experimental Panther Guard. That thing two days ago involving Texas governor Ackles son at the Women of Excellence luncheon. This is the guy who saved Jensen Ackles putting a whole clip from a 45 into the skull of Secret Service Agent Justin Hartley who was about to shoot Ackles in the head.”

“What’s a Panther Guard? Elite Special Forces or something?” Dom asked while he skimmed the news story from the local Winchester news paper.

“The Panther Guard is the ultimate Elite Special Forces. They are trained to be extreme bodyguards. Mind control and genetic engineering, the whole nine yards.” Went was interrupted by the ring of his desk phone.

“Don’t speak Mr. Miller just listen. I know about Project Panther more then anything that is in those files Mr. Thyne gave you. You want to know be at the McRory Pub in Boston tomorrow at 7p ask the bartender for James Sterling.” The phone line went dead.

“Who was that?”

Went shook his head. “I don’t know but he said he knew about Panther Guard. Wants me to meet him at McRory Pub in Boston tomorrow at 7pm. Said to ask the bartender for James Sterling.”

“You are not going meet Mr. Sterling alone. I am going with you. Get our flights.” Dom turned and left.

Mark Sheppard downloaded all of Fitchner’s data onto his USB. Slipping it into his pants pocket hanging up his lab coat he left the compound for the last time. If he was still breathing in 48 hours Mark had no intention of returning.

Fred Thompson sat on the marble bench over looking the Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial. The man he was waiting for was standing at the wall reading names. Tall broad shouldered a long black coat didn’t hide the expensively tailor Armani suit. To anyone he could be a business man or a foreign diplomat not the most deadly assassin in the world.

He was only known by one name Echo. The only things known about him were rumors and educated guesses. His accent was South African, but those who had dealings with him early in his career said he was from the Sudan. Some said he was an orphan child soldier for General Bosco ‘The Terminator’ Ntaganda in the Congo. That if the U.N. knew his real name Echo would be charged with war crimes right along with the general

Echo turned seeing Thompson sitting on the bench. Leaning down he placed two roses of black and peach at the base of the wall before going to sit next to Thompson.

“There are so many names on the wall here. I wonder about the thousands that fell along with them only to be forgotten. But then your country is always honoring some leaving millions unmentioned.”

Thompson ignored Echo’s comment “I have eight men, a Seal Team that needs to be taken care of. Their existence is no longer needed.”

“The usual payment will of course have to be adjusted with such a large request. My man Mr. Andrews will be in touch with you with the payment amount. You can give him the particulars.” Echo got up walking away.

Dr. William Fitchner reviewed the data he had collected on the various reactions Jared Padalecki had during the infusion of DNA from Jensen Ackles and a Black Jaguar. The first treatment had cause violent convulsions and high fever that lasted for twenty-four hours. The next treatment caused less violent convulsions accompanied by sever headaches that cause nose bleeds. The third treatment put Padalecki in a highly agitated state were he prowled the observation room like a caged animal and he started to display feline characteristics. The final treatment Padalecki developed cat like reflexes but still remained highly agitated.

When Dr. Sheppard began the hypnotic suggestion sessions focusing Padalecki on Ackles the subject became calmer. When showed pictures of Ackles Padalecki displayed extreme happiness and peace like he was in love. The suggestion that only he was the person who could protect Ackles focused him. Even with the prevalent side effects the experiment had progressed to Fitchner’s satisfaction. What he needed now was to be able to observe Padalecki while he was in physical contact with Ackles, how they interacted.

Commander Caruso knocked on the doctor’s door before entering. “Good afternoon William.”

“David. I hope you have some news on Padalecki. If Ackles is with him I really would like to observe their inactions.”

“Padalecki seems to have dropped off the face of the earth along with Ackles, Morgan and Kane.”

William sat back in his chair a slight show of fear in his face. Before leaving Morgan and Kane assaulted him beating him almost unconscious while the rest of the team escaped. They had wanted to know where Padalecki was. “He is with Kane and Morgan.”

“As far as we know, yes. That does not bode well for us.” David looked at William from below his eyelashes.

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Jared, Jensen Ackles is in danger.

Jared, you are the only one who can protect him.

I protect Jensen Ackles, only me.

That’s right Jared only you.

Mine. Jensen. Mine

Jensen slowly began to emerge from the best night’s sleep he had ever had. He had the warmest blanket wrapped around him, Jared. The big man was pressed tightly up against his back, his long leg tangled with Jensen’s, his thick lax cock nestled in the crack of Jensen’s ass. Jared’s hot breath tickled the back of his ear. He should feel smothered, but this was Jared, Jensen just felt safe and protected.

Wiggling his ass so it rubbed Jared’s cock that was starting to thicken and grow Jensen smiled when Jared growled against his ear. “Didn’t your mama ever tell you little boys shouldn’t tease a sleeping panther?” Jared asked, his voice husky with sleep and morning lust.

Jensen giggled grinding back against Jared. “I don’t remember mama ever talking about what I should do if I found myself an extra large cat man. Should I give you a scratch behind the ears maybe?” Jensen reached back wrapping his hand around Jared’s hard dick.

“You flunk anatomy class Jen? Because that is definitely not my ear.” Jared moaned as Jensen squeezed him.

Turning around so he could see Jared’s face, “Are you sure about that? Maybe I should investigate, see for myself.” Pushing Jared onto his back, starting with his lips Jensen kissed his way down the sculpted chest until the head of the throbbing ten inch cock hit his chin.

Jared’s whole body bowed off the bed as Jensen twirled his lips around the head of his dick. Jensen looked up at him through his thick eyelashes his pupils blown wide only a slim bright moss green circled the edge. Not breaking eye contact Jensen slid his lips down the side of the shaft letting his tongue barely tease Jared’s balls before moving back up the other side to the head. Taking a deep breath Jensen took as much of Jared’s cock as he could into his mouth fighting against his gag reflex when the tip hit the back of his throat.

“Jesus Christ!” Jared’s hands thrust into Jensen’s short spiky hair.

Pulling off Jensen’s saliva drip from his mouth while he jacked Jared’s cock. “Jared, Jared, I had a dream and in my dream I road you like a bronco.” Jensen crawled up Jared body settling with his knees on either side of his hips. “Feel like making my dream come true big guy?”

Gripping Jensen’s hips in his hands Jared eased him up enough for his aching cock lined up with Jensen still stretched and wet asshole. “Ride me baby.”

Jensen sunk down on his cock with a breathy moan. Jared’s thick cock reached so much deeper in this position. Their pace started out slow Jared wrapped one hand around Jensen’s hard leaking cock jacking him. His eyes locked on Jensen’s beautiful face. He looked like a fallen angel with his plump lips parted, his face flushed with desire. Jensen’s bouncing became more frantic as they both neared climax.

Jared yanked Jensen’s down hard on his cock as he came. Jensen’s release spilled out over his chest before he collapsed on top of Jared. He held him stroking his big hands down Jensen’s sweaty back. “Love you baby. My Jensen.” Jared murmured against Jensen’s ear.

Jensen’s head snapped up. “What? What did you just say?” Jensen wasn’t sure he had heard Jared correctly. No one outside his family had ever said they loved Jensen. His ex-fiancée Daneel had only said it twice in the whole four years they were together.

“I love you Jensen Ackles. My heart beats because yours does.” Jared cupped Jensen’s face in his hand kissing him gently.

Tom came out of the bathroom rubbing a towel on his head. His lover was sitting on the end of the bed uncharacteristic still. Mike never sat still unless they were in the bush on a mission. Crawling on the bed settling himself behind Mike resting his chin on should shoulder. “You ok baby?”

Mike turned his head kissing Tom’s lips. “Yeah. I just can’t believe we finally have Jay back. He looks good doesn’t he.”

“He looks great. I think he grew a couple inches.” Tom confirmed

“They fucked him up didn’t they? Way worse then they did the rest of us.” They had seen it first hand downstairs on the foyer.

The whole team had been subjected to hormone and psychological treatments. Every man had developed heighten senses and territorial tendencies. They all felt it. When Tom wasn’t near him Mike felt an annoying itch under his skin, it was the same for Tom. Jeff became irrationally angry when Chad wasn’t close. Steve became silent and moody when Christian wasn’t near. It had taken them all a while to be able to control those feelings. Aldis had been the control member of the team given placebo hormone treatments and hypnosis‘.

Christian sat in the living room plucking at the strings of his guitar. Steve was in the kitchen with Sam helping with baking bread. He could see his lover as he moved around the kitchen. Chris loved to watch Steve move.

Gina walked into the living room catching Chris staring at Steve. Taking the guitar out of his lax hands she plopped down next him swinging her feet into his lap. “Stop leering at your man and rub my feet,” she said wiggling her toes in his face.

Chris cocked his eyebrow. “I’m your personal masseuse?” he asked picking up one delicate foot, rubbing the arches.

“Yes. You know you love my feet.” Gina said with all seriousness.

Jeff swung the axe down splitting the log. Chad watched how the muscles played in his bare back. The sweat trickled making Chad’s mouth water. Taking a final drag on his cigarette Chad tossed it crushing it under his boot walking over to Jeff. Waiting until Jeff set the axe down to wipe his forehead Chad stopped directly behind him. Leaning down Chad licked from the waist band of his pants to the nape of his neck.

Wrapping his arms around Jeff’s waist, “Watching you do manly things makes me so hot.” Chad nipped Jeff’s ear.

Turning around Jeff pulled Chad into a kiss his hands cupping his boys firm ass. Walking him backward until Chad’s back hit a tree. Unbuttoning Chad’s pants he pushed them down past his slim hips before he freed himself. Jeff turn Chad so he was facing the tree. Dropping to his knees Jeff started to tongue the pretty pink pucker.

“Jesus Fucking Christ! Fuck me. Please!” Chad begged.

Surging to his feet Jeff lined his cock up with Chad’s hole letting the head just barely breech the tight ring. “This what you want baby boy? My big cock in your sweet tight ass.”

“Yes! Yes! Please.”

Pushing forward Jeff slowly sank into Chad until his balls nestled against his ass cheeks. He wrapped his hands around Chad’s hips Jeff started a firm steady thrust. Dipping his head Jeff licked along his boys shoulders. Chad’s body started to shutter and his ass clinched around his cock. With a strangled growl Jeff spilled himself inside Chad.

“Love you. Love you.” Jeff whispered against Chad’s ear.

“Love you too, old man.” Chad said turning his head to kiss Jeff.

McRory’s Pub was a popular neighborhood bar. Two pool tables and two dart boards occupied the far end with a dozen or so tables scattering the floor with six booths lining the walls. A TV above the bar was playing a hockey game.

Went and Dom walked up to the end of the bar signaling the bartender. “Can we get two Guinness and can you tell us if James Sterling is here?” Went asked.

The bartender set the bears in front of them. “Yeah. He’s sitting right over there.” he pointed to the far back booth.

Walking over to the booth. “James Sterling? I’m Wentworth Miller this is my editor Dominic Purcell.” the man motioned for them to sit down.

“Before I start I want you to promise no matter where this story takes you that you will make sure Commander Caruso and Dr. Fitchner go the prison for what they have done to Seal Team 23.”

Went could see that Sterling was very serious about his request. “I promise.”

TBC>>>>>>

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The need for coffee and the smell of bacon had everyone migrating to the kitchen. Aldis had dropped off some clothes for Jensen. The way the black khaki’s cupped Jensen’s ass should have been illegal. Jared fought the urge to drop to his knee and nip the firm cheeks.

Steve took one look at Jensen and whistled. “Damn, I bet I could bounce a quarter off that sweet ass of yours.”

Jared growled pulling Jensen back against him. Steve held his hands up in surrender. “Easy there, big man. Just admiring the view, only ass I’m interested in is Kane’s.”

Jensen’s face blushed beet red. Sam handed him a cup of coffee. He moved to take a seat at the table but Jared grabbed the back of his pants, pulling Jensen down on his lap as he took a seat. “I can sit in my own seat, Jay.” Jensen snapped trying wiggle off Jared’s lap.

Jared held him tighter “This is your seat.” Jared picked up his own cup of coffee.

Jeff walked into the kitchen going straight for the coffee pot. Leaning against the counter he gave Jensen a curious look. “There are other chairs to sit in kid.”

“Apparently this is my seat.” Jensen said glaring at Jared who just sipped his coffee with a satisfied smile.

Chad came in going right for Jeff taking his coffee before leaning against the older man. “You left me alone in bed.” Chad mumbled against Jeff’s neck.

Christian stumbled into the kitchen going right over to Steve crawling in his lap and held his hand out to get a cup of coffee. Steve curled a hand over his hip holding him in place.

The girls shuffled in followed by Aldis who when to the fridge for his orange soda. “You’re a freak, you know that right.” Chad said looking at the younger man chugging the soda from the two liter bottle.

“What? I’m a freak because I don’t need hot caffeine to wake up in the morning. You’re all caffeine addicts and need an intervention.” Aldis said, dropping down into the chair next to Jared and Jensen looking around, “Where are the doc, Tom and Rosy?”

“Misha had to take a run over to the other side of the island to get supplies should be back around lunch. Rosy couldn’t sleep so he and Tom went for a run on the beach about three this morning.” Ellen said sitting a large platter of scrambled eggs on the table.

Beth pulled the platter of pancakes from the warming oven. Gina put the bacon and sausage on the table while Geri buttered toast. When Jeff offered to help with placing everything out Ellen slapped his hand with her wooden spoon. “A lot of help you would be. Half the food would be gone before it made it to the table.” The only male Ellen tolerated helping in the kitchen was Steve. She never would explain why no one other than Steve was allowed other than to say he was trainable.

Noise came from the front hall. “Dude, I have sand in my ass crack!” Mike grumbled walking into the kitchen.

“I offered to be on bottom. You’re the one who wanted to wrap your legs around my waist.” Tom defended himself. Neither looking embarrassed that the whole room now knew they had sex on the beach as they grabbed coffee.

Mike not sleeping was a problem. It worried Jeff a lot. Whatever they did to him, Mike was now only able to sleep for a few hours a night if at all. Christian had the same issues, but Steve usually could help him sleep. Tom suffered from the lack of sleep only because he refused to let Mike be up all by himself. There were times when Jeff would catch Christian and Mike just sitting watching their lovers sleep. He had also caught them dumping the sleep meds Misha had given them.

“You flush the sleeping pills again Mikey?” Jeff asked lightly, but the look in his dark eyes said Mike better not lie to him.

“Didn’t flush them, they don’t work anymore.” Mike mumbled turning into Tom resting his head on his broad shoulder.

“It’s hasn’t been working for Chris either no more than about two hours for the last week.” Steve added.

“What do you mean they don’t work anymore? What the Doc is giving you is practically anesthesia.” Chad asked, worried about his two friends.

“Just wears off quicker than it used too.” Chris said, his blue eyes looking exhausted.

Gina walked up behind them wrapping her arms around both Steve and Chris pressing motherly kisses on their foreheads. Geri stroked Mikes head ruffling her fingers through Tom’s waveymane.

Jeff swore sending his mug crashing into the wall beside Aldis’s head. The younger man didn’t even flinch. “When I get my hands on Caruso and Flitchner I am going put a spike in their black hearts.” Jeff snarled.

Jensen burrowed further into the safety of Jared’s arms. Anger perforated the air in the kitchen. He knew it wasn’t even remotely directed toward him it still made Jensen uneasy. The threat of violence emanated from each man would never be directed at someone in this house. The love each man had for the other was the balance between the evil of the world and cocoon of family on the island. Jensen felt like he was a part of that family more so than he ever felt in his own family.

“Ok boys let’s eat and then get out of my kitchen.” Sam said with a clap of her hands.

Jensen sat on the porch steps watching Jared spare with Jeff. Every time Jeff landed a punch Jensen flinched. He wanted look away, he hated violence but Jared was so majestic and beautiful, the epitome of strength and grace. Bared to waist, thick muscles rippling under darkly tan skin sweat glistening.

Jeff wore a black wife beater and fatigues his body firmly muscled like a prize fighter. The older man had a raw sexuality that Jensen had never encountered before. All the men had it, like the island drew out the animalistic sensuality in each man. Made them throw off pheromones like a blast from a grenade.

The movement from the side of the house came so fast it was a credit to Jared’s cat like reflexes that he didn’t end up face first in the dirt. Chad snarled slamming his fist into the side of Jared’s head. Jared blocked his next punch flipping Chad over on his back.

Jensen was up and off the porch before he even formed the thought to move. Jeff grabbed Jared pushing him back putting himself between the two men.

“Baby. Chad, we were just sparing. Jared wasn’t hurting me.” Jeff squatted down cupping Chad’s face forcing him to look directly in his eyes. Chad’s smoke blue eyes wide with a wild feral look. “Come on kiddo look at me. Focus on Papa. Can you do that for me sweetheart?”

Jensen had his arms wrapped tightly around Jared resting his head on the broad chest. The thunder of Jared’s heart beat tattooed against Jensen’s ear. Chad’s attack had scared the hell out of him. Jensen looked at the two men on the ground. Chad looked as freaked out as Jensen felt.

“Papa. Papa. I just. I don’t know. Fuck, Jay was punching you and I saw red. I couldn’t control it.” Chad said shakily. He looked at Jared his eyes fearful and sad. “I’m sorry Jay. Sorry.” Tears streamed down his face.

“You were protecting your mate. That’s the most important thing. I understand my brother.” Jared said

Misha swung the jeep into the drive taking in the scene three of the four men looked battered and a little bloody, the fourth man looked terrified. “What’s going on?” he asked getting out of the jeep

Jeff had his arms around Chad. “Nothing much just doing some sparring with big Jay.”

Misha cocked an eyebrow. “You know I’m not the enemy Jeff. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

“Believe me Doc I know you’re not the enemy. Just give us a minute, ok.”

Misha nodded his understanding. “Jared I want to give you a complete physical and blood workups. Come with me around to the clinic.” Misha paused taking in how Jensen was wrapped up tightly with Jared. “You too Mr. Ackles, Please.”

Naveen Andrews sat at a small table in the private section to the café. He glanced at his diamond incrusted Rolex. His appointment was close to being late. He didn’t like tardiness it show a lack of respect. Andrews and more importantly his employer Echo should never be disrespected.

Fred Thompson followed the small Indian woman dressed in traditional Hindu Indian garb to the dimly lit private section of the café. The man he was to meet Mr. Andrews sat at the small table a mass of ink black curls brushed the shoulders of his perfectly tailored charcoal grey Armani suit, blood red silk shirt and tie and Dolce and Gabanna Italian leather shoes.

“You brought the investment and the particulars correct Mr. Thompson?” Andrews asked sipping his tea ignoring Thompson’s offered hand.

Flustered Thompson dropped two over stuffed manila envelopes on the table. “Everything is there. I want reassurance that this matter is priority and gets a quick resolution.”

“Of course.”

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The sound of the shower turning off barely registered, Went was too engrossed in watching the viral video that Sterling had given them. He watched Sgt. Padalecki’s body contort and buck in convulsions.

Then the scene would switch to another man with black hair, salt and pepper three day scruff on his face, Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan. He paced the small room in an angry stalk his whole body tense with rage. He stopped in front of a mirror slamming his fist into the glass until his hand looked like raw hamburger.

The scene changed again to a man with dishwater blonde hair that just brushed his shoulders. Steve Carlson sat calmly with his hands folded neatly on the table in front of him. His crystal clear blue eyes focused on something just beyond the camera. In a blink he surged up tossing the heavy steel table on its side, picking up the chair and throwing it against the wall.

Next was a man with wavy dark chocolate brown hair crouched down in the corner of the room like a catcher at a baseball game. His head snapped up, Tom Welling’s pale blue eyes glaring in a frightening rage. He clinched his fists tight enough the skin across his knuckles split.

Chad Michael Murray came on the screen he was standing so close to the hidden camera he was slightly out of focus. He took two steps back his nostrils flare in anger. In an instant he slammed his head into the two way mirror. Blood poured down his face as the glass broke in spider web cracks.

Michael Rosenbaum stalked back and forth then hopped up on the table then launched himself at the two way mirror. He hit it was such force glass shards rained down on him. Unphased he got up picking up the chair hurling it at the glass. When all the glass fell away he stood bloody with a crazed manic look in his eyes.

The last scene started the room was already destroyed. The table was bent and broken a deep long crack sliced through the two way. Christian Kane prowl the room. Blood dripped from his fists. If Rosenbaum looked crazed Kane looked psychotically homicidal. His dark blue eyes looking like the chilly water of a storm tossed Atlantic.

“Holy Fuck! What the hell did they do to those guys?” Dom asked from behind Went. He had emerged from his shower crawling on the bed settling behind Went his thighs on either side of the other man.

Went leaned back against him. “From the looks of it they took already volatile men and made ten times more uncontrollable and a hundred times more dangerous. They practically killed Padalecki with the convulsions he got.”

Dom picked up the other USB stick Sterling had given them. “Have you looked at what’s on this one yet?”

“No, I’m almost afraid to see what’s on it. Caruso and Flitchner really fucked with these guys.”

Misha drew blood from both Jared and Jensen while Geri asked Jared questions about the treatment he got at the complex. Jared calmly told about the injections they gave him causing convulsions, the headaches that caused nose bleeds.

“After about six treatments I woke up with the need to find Jen, to protect him, keep him safe so strong it was like it was in grained in my DNA.”

“When was that?” Jensen asked

“About a year ago. The rest of the team had been gone for a while.”

“Had you ever met Jensen or seen him before entering the Panther Project?”

“No.”

There was a knock at the lab door, Christian walked in blood running from his nose. “Jesus Christ! Chris what the hell happened?” Misha rushed over with a towel pressing it to Christian face.

“I don’t know. I was just working on the transport truck, clutch went out. I suddenly had a blinding pain like a knife jabbing in my temple then my nose started to bleed.” Christian voice mumbled because of the towel.

The phone rang Geri answered it. “Tell Doc we need him Tom just dropped to his knees and started to cough up blood.” Jeff sounded panicked and she could hear Michael freaking out in the back ground.

Steve came bursting in the lab banging against the wall. “Christian!” he had the other man in a tight embrace in an instant.

Misha took the phone from Geri. “Jeff can you bring Tom to the clinic? Christian is here with a nose bleed.”

Jeff looked up to see Chad stumble out of the house blood coming from his mouth and nose. He fell down the stairs in a heap. “Jesus! Fuck! What the hell is happening? Chad just collapse.”

“Get them both in here.” Misha snapped turning to Geri. “Get Adlis and the girls down here and open the infirmary.”

“OH! Christ!” Jared moaned his knees buckling blood starting to stream from his nose.

Jensen grabbed him trying to keep him from falling forward. “Jared! Jared!”

Dr. Fitchner walked into his lab to see Caruso at his computer. “What the Fuck are you doing.” On the screen was the data from the small chips they had implanted inside the heads of each man.

“I am about to solve all our problems. Four of the team’s heads should be imploding right now. Three more clicks and Morgan, Carlson and Rosenbaum will be the same. Hodge won’t make trouble if he value’s his life.”

“That’s fifteen years of my work you’re destroying!” Fitchner snarled yanking Caruso away from the terminal.

“Once they are gone we can start over.” Caruso pushed Fitchner back he fell against the desk jarring the computer sending it toppling off the desk. The computer in pieces meant Caruso couldn’t kill the other three men.

Echo stood looking out his study window watching the evening tide roll in. Swirling the cognac in his tumbler he took a sip savoring the smooth burn as the brandy went down. He was two million dollars richer then he was the day before and the anticipation of the hunt already building inside him. Taking out an entire Seal team was a challenge he hadn’t faced before.

Naveen walked into the study without knocking going to the little bar pouring himself a brandy before taking a chair. “I’ve located the island where the team is located. It’s about 70 miles off the coast of Argentina.”

“You made the travel arrangements.” Echo turned around.

“Of course.” Naveen opened his cigarette case tapping one out.

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Misha put the x-rays for all four men up on the screen. They all showed a small chip at the base of their skulls. “Aldis is this what I think it is?”

Aldis walked over to get a closer look. “Son a bitch! That’s a microchip; I bet it’s what is causing this.” Aldis went back to his computer.

Steve lay on the small hospital bed holding Chris stroking his hair. The towel he was holding to his nose was no longer white but a pale red soaked with Chris’s blood. Steve looked at the others.

Tom was curled up against Mike who had his arms and legs wrapped around him with his back against the wall. Tom held a rag to his mouth every time he coughed more blood soaked into it.

Jeff was curled around Chad holding the bloody rage to his nose as the younger man clung to him. Tears slipped silently down Jeff’s face, he didn’t even attempt to wipe them away.

Jensen threaded his fingers through Jared’s hair holding his head against his heart. Jared’s blood matting his shirt to his chest. Jensen spoke in hushed tones telling Jared about his job, his family, about the book he just finished.

“My mom is the Texas governor, Donna Ackles. My dad Alan is her press secretary and right hand man. My older brother Josh is mom’s campaign manager. My baby sister Mackenzie is in grad school for Art and Design. She would be so in love with you Jay. Mack loves big manly men.” Jensen chuckled a little. “I guess I do too.”

Aldis typed furiously at the keyboard. He was running a cyber scan for the type of chip inside the guys’ heads. If it was the type he thought it was he should be able to send a blasting signal out the would fry all the chips in the vicinity. “Come on make Daddy happy.” The scan finished. “YES! YES!”

Misha rushed over. “Did you find something? Can you stop whatever is happening?”

“Yes. I can send a signal to all the implants in about a five mile radius that will fry the chips making them useless. But it’s going to hurt like a bitch for a bit. Tell the guys I am sending the signal and brace for the mother of all headaches. Knowing Fitchner they all have the chips. I probably do too.”

The infirmary was filled with painful moans and grateful tears. The bloody mouths and noses had stopped Beth and Gina handed out pain pills for the headaches. Geri and Sam brought in hot cups of homemade soup for them to drink. Aldis came in looking beat tired. He didn’t have the chip. Aldis was the control group of the Panther experiment.

Steve got Chris up taking him to the small shower in the back of the clinic to get cleaned up. He stripped them both getting the water good and hot. Chris leaned heavily on Steve exhausted from the pain and the loss of blood. Steve took his time washing away all the blood, often stopping to kiss Chris for reassurance. That he hadn’t lost his wild man.

The memory of the very first time Steve ever saw CIA Special Agent Christian Kane floated through his mind. It was the day Jeff had told the team they had been selected for the special assignment of the Panther Guard. He introduced the CIA Liaison for the assignment. Steve had been waiting for some cold war relict in a conservative black suit to walk in; he was shocked when Christian walked in. Charcoal grey button down shirt, tight faded blue jeans and beat to hell cowboy boots. Christian’s hair beautifully falling in thick waves to just below his shoulders mostly dark brown with hints of black and red. His body was compact and thickly muscled. It was Christian’s dark blue eyes, the shade of the storm tossed Atlantic, that really caught Steve. He wanted to just loose himself in them.

The feeling of Chris nibbling his way along his collar bone pulled Steve from his thoughts. Thrusting his fingers into Chris’s wet mane Steve pulled his head back so he could feast his lover’s lips. Their tongues dueled for control of the kiss. Steve won the battle turning them and pushing Chris against the shower wall.

“Almost lost you today. Need to be inside you. Need to feel you’re alive wrapped around me. Please Chris.” Steve begged. Christian didn’t bottom normally. Steve didn’t mind because feeling Chris slide inside him was pretty much the sexiest thing Steve ever felt. But this time Steve need to feel Chris was alright from the inside.

“Yes. Want you in me. Love you so much Steve.” Chris said looking deep into Steve’s eyes.

Steve grabbed the bottle of shampoo, not the best lube option but it would have to do. He slid two fingers between Chris’s ass cheeks teasing his pucker before pushing them slowly in. At first Chris tensed against the intrusion then relaxed as Steve pulled his leg over one hip so their hard cocks rubbed against each other. Steve slicked up his cock pressing it to the tight ring of Chris’s ass. “Come on baby let me in. Going to feel so good.”

Pulling Chris’s other leg up so both were wrapped around his waist Steve start the firm steady thrust. Chris twisted his fingers painful in Steve’s hair while he sucked love bits down his neck. They became frantic as their climaxes hit leaving them both sagging against the shower wall.

Mike wiped a clean wet rag across Tom’s face. Tom looked at Mike his eyes full of love. He wrapped his arms around Mike’s waist pulling him up so he was straddling his lap. Tom cupped the back of his neck pulling Mike into a kiss. A sob escaped Mike, his tears splashing down on Tom’s handsome face.

“I’m ok baby. I’m right here. I love you so much.” Tom murmured kissing Mike’s tears away.

“Love you. You are my life Tom. Don’t you ever leave me.” Mike laid down on top of Tom his ear pressed against the broad chest listening to the strong heartbeat.

Chad burrowed deeper into Jeff’s strong embrace. Jeff pressed light kisses on his temple, cheek, and neck. “Watching you fall down those stairs your face all bloody. My heart almost stopped. I was loosing you and there wasn’t anything I could do about.”

“But you didn’t. Aldis came through, fixed us all. You can’t get rid of me that easy.” Chad said dropping a kiss down on Jeff’s lips.

“Don’t even tease about that baby boy.” Jeff growled pulling Chad into a deeper kiss.

“How do you feel Jay? You scared the crap out of me.” Jensen asked letting his hand stroke the tan planes of Jared’s face.

“I have a bitch of a headache. I am sorry you were scared. I never want you to be scared.” Jared said kissing him softly.

“Well you better plan on hanging around for a long time big guy because I love you and I have never said that to anyone before.” Jensen giggled as a big goofy grin split Jared’s handsome face.

While everything seemed to have settled into a somewhat calm Misha went about analyising the blood he had drawn from Jared and Jensen. If Fitchner stayed true to his prior experiment Misha expected to find traces of Jensen’s DNA in Jared just like the others. Each member of the team was tied to their partner with minuet traces of the others DNA.

Donna Ackles sat in her office looking at the family pictures placed around the room. Jensen with his shy smile gracing so many of them. When he was born Jensen was the most beautiful child with big green eyes that seemed to see everything. Donna had a tug of war with the maternity nurse when they getting ready to take Jensen home. They cooed over him.

“Where ever you are baby. Mama loves you.” Donna said wiping a tear from her face.

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Dr. Fitchner set his laptop on his desk. Thank God he didn’t have his research data in the computer Caruso destroyed. Logging in he sipped his morning coffee while the system booted up. The flashing red security warning ‘DATA HAS BEEN DOWN LOADED OFF SYSTEM’

“Son a bitch!” Fitchner frantically typed trying to see what was down loaded. “Shit!” he picked up the phone calling Caruso.

“Commander we’ve had a security breech. Someone has down loaded all the project data and video from my computer.”

Caruso swore things were just going from bad to worse. “Where is Sheppard?”

“I haven’t seen him since Thursday, Why? Do you think his was hacked too?”

“No I don’t think he is the one who did the hacking, I know it. Check his lab; see if you can find anything about where he went.” Caruso snapped before slamming the phone down.

Picking it up again he dialed Rodriguez. “I need you to find Dr. Mark Sheppard. He left the complex on Thursday and no one has seen him since. I want him found and brought back here.”

The morning was just dawning Mark Sheppard sat sipping rich flavorful coffee watching the sun peek out from the eastern horizon from his apartment balcony overlooking the Moroccan capital city of Rabat. Here in Morocco he wasn’t Dr. Mark Sheppard or James Sterling he was Alistair Nue antiquities dealer. His life was starting over far away from the mess Fitchner and Caruso had created. Today he would stroll in the market place, maybe take in the national museum. There was a gentleman who was very interested in having him appraise some relics he had just procured. This evening he would meet with another man that also had artifacts for him to look at.

The Buenos Aires International airport was like a metropolis of its own. Echo liked to fly commercially of course in first class, because it doesn’t cause the speculation as a private plane arriving. Mr. Andrews had arranged for a fishing boat to take him on to the island.

Naveen Andrews slid his sunglasses on his face. A black Lincoln pulled up to the curb. “Echo our car is here. We will stay at the hotel tonight and leave by boat early tomorrow morning.” The driver held the door open as Echo got in and Naveen slid in next to him.

“You will stay at the hotel.” Echo said looking at the other man.

“You may need my help. There are eight highly trained men, even for you it is a tall order.”

“No. You will stay at the hotel. You’re safety comes before any mission.

“I am not a kept man.” Naveen bristled a little.

“You are my man Naveen, my heart.” Echo reached out cupping Naveen’s face.

Naveen kissed Echo’s palm. “We will talk about it at the hotel.”

Tom woke to the feeling of wet cat like laps of a tongue from the base of his cock to head. He bucked up just a little not opening his eyes yet. Mike giving him a blowjob was his favorite way to wake second only to waking up with his lover riding his aching morning wood. His hands came up cupping the back of Mike’s head. “I love how you wake me up baby.” Tom pulled Mike up for a kiss.

Mike ground his hard leaking cock against Tom’s pulling a long leg up so it hooked over his hip. “Want to fuck you. Let me fuck you Tommy.”

“Yes. God yes.” Tom moaned.

Mike slid back down the bed pushing Tom’s legs back to his chest. He ran his tongue from the top of Tom’s ass crack to his pretty pink pucker. Spreading the two creamy globes he teased the hole before moving up to suck on Tom’s balls before returning his delicious hole.

“Please, please baby. God, I need you inside me Michael!” Tom begged.

Mike reluctantly pulled his tongue out of the sweet ass capturing Tom’s parted lips in a deep kiss. “Shh, baby I got you.” Mike lined his cock up with the open hole slowly sinking in until his ball slapped against Tom’s ass. “Fuck! Always so tight.”

Wrapping his legs around Mike’s waist Tom met each hard thrust shuttering just a little each time his sweet spot was hit. His hands slid down Mike’s sweat slicked back feeling the muscles ripple beneath the skin. Their thrust became frantic as they both reached climax. Mike collapsed on top of Tom who just held him with a sleepy satisfied smile on his face.

Misha pulled up the analysis on Jared’s DNA. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Wrapped in with half of Jared’s normal DNA was a quarter of Jensen’s and a quarter black jaguar. Jared had twice as much of Jensen’s DNA as the rest of team had of each other along with major feline strain. How was it possible? How had Fitchner changed so much of Jared’s DNA without killing him? He needed to talk to Jared about what happened to him.

Went couldn’t believe what he was reading. Dr. Fitchner had not only introduced DNA from one team member to another, he had mixed Padalecki’s DNA with Ackles and that of black jaguar. Fitchner was a fucking Dr. Frankenstein, taking a page out of James Cameron’s Dark Angel and running with it. He was creating freaks with killing instincts of not only trained soldiers but animal apex predators.

The information Sterling gave him looked like Padalecki was the only one to receive the animal DNA. Aldis Hodge was the only member of the team who didn’t receive any genetic treatments. All the others were linked with another man on the team even the CIA liaison.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan to Chad Michael Murray

Michael Rosenbaum to Tom Welling

Steve Carlson to Christian Kane

Dominic was on his own computer hacking into the Naval Intelligence data base pulling up everything he could on Commander David Caruso and Dr. William Fitchner. Both their jackets were listed as classified. It took him about fifteen minutes to get in and he got basically nothing.

Commander David Caruso

DOB: 1/7/1956

Special Operations joint CIA ventures

Service record: NOT ACCESSABLE DELETED

Dr. William Fitchner

DOB: 11/27/1956

Genetic Scientist with US Navy

Service record: NOT ACCESSABLE DELETED

It took until noon to get all the guys together and semi coherent. Misha still was a little unbelieving of what he had found.

“Ok Doc, you got us all here what’s up?” Jeff asked leaning against the door frame.

“Everyone knows about the DNA swap that Fitchner did on all of you expect Aldis. Well when I ran Jared’s DNA through the mass spec I found this.” With a few clicks the mapping of Jared’s DNA was up on the flat screen.

Aldis’s jaw dropped. “That can’t be right Doc. There is no way Jared can have cat DNA in him. No way.”

Jensen stepped forward. “What? Jared has cat DNA? How is that possible?”

“It looks like Fitchner introduced black jaguar DNA the same time he introduced yours into Jared’s.” Misha began.

“Wait. Jared has my DNA?”

“Yes he does. He has one half his original DNA, a quarter cat and a quarter Jensen Ackles DNA.”

“What does that mean?” Jensen asked

“Jared will always and irrevocably be tied to you in the most basic of terms. If you die he will go crazy and probably kill himself.”

Jensen felt tears spill down his cheeks as he looked at Jared. Turning back to Misha. “Can you make me like him? I want to feel everything he feels for me.”

TBC

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“NO! Shit no! I won’t let you go through that.” Jared shouted, for the first time looming over Jensen.

“Back down big man.” Jensen snarled, his green eyes bright with unshed tears and anger. Jeff had moved to put himself between the two men; Jensen glared at him the rest of the guys stood watching the little drama.

Jared reached out taking Jensen’s face in his big hands. “No baby, I can’t let do that. Jen, I was in so much pain going through that. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside. I can’t watch you go through that baby please.” Jared begged.

“What it was most likely the panther DNA that was introduced that caused the pain. I can just pull Jared’s DNA and introduce it into Jensen with minimal side effects.” Misha offered.

“Yes. Do it.” Jensen answered

“Jensen!” Jared growled

“It will take me a day to isolate the DNA.”

Jared hissed snarling like a cornered cat, yanking Jensen to him throwing the startled man over his shoulder he was outside carrying his lover away before anyone could react. Chris and Tom started to follow but Jeff stopped them. “Leave them alone.”

“Jared is out of control. He could hurt Jensen without even realizing it.” Chris pointed out.

“Jared would kill himself before hurting Jensen. Just like us. We couldn’t hurt our lovers without hurting ourselves.”, Mike spoke

“We don’t have the added element of panther in our DNA. That’s an unknown.” Chad added.

“Not really. From the video coverage of the luncheon, and what I saw at the police station and here on the island. The panther DNA has only made Jared more ferocious in his protection of Jensen. Panther’s are by nature territorial Jared won’t let anything harm Jensen even himself.”

Jensen struggled, kicked trying to wiggle out of Jared’s hold, the muscular arm was like a steel band around his legs. “God Damn It! Jared, put me down!”

Jared stomped into the house almost knocking Gina over as he carried Jensen up the stairs to their room. Once inside he dumped Jensen on the bed then slammed the door shut. Jensen bounced twice his bright green eyes glaring at Jared. He leaned against the door his arms crossed matching him glare for glare.

Neither man spoke for long minutes. Jensen broke first. “I don’t know what you think I am? Mr. Cat man. But I am an adult and I can decide things for myself. I want the Doc to give me your DNA and that’s what’s going to happen.”

Jared growled stalking over to the bed. “I don’t want you hurt. What I went through was the most painful thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” Jared dropped to his knees pushing Jensen legs apart so he could settle between them wrapping his arms around his lover his head resting on his lap.

Threading his fingers through the thick waves Jensen sighed. “The doc said he could isolate your DNA. I am stronger then you know Jay.”

Nuzzling his face against Jensen’s abs Jared made a soft purring sound. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. How about you come up here and show me how much you love me.” Jensen pulled Jared up into a deep kiss.

Naveen walked into bathroom sipping wine. Echo was already relaxing in the spa bath. Dropping his rob he stepped into the tub settling himself on Echo’s lap.

Naveen held the wine glass up to his lover’s lips. He let his ass bounce against Echo thickening erection. They hadn’t talked about him going to the island yet. Echo had sidestep the conversation by suggesting a soak in the spa.

Dropping a kiss on Echo’s lips “Don’t think just because I agreed to a soak in the tub with you that we are not having our discussion.”

Echo gave a soft chuckle. “I would never be foolish enough to believe you would be distracted from trying to get you way by a mere soak in a hot tub.”

“I can take care of myself and I am more than capable to watch your back. Can we agree on this fact?” Naveen let his hand ghost along Echo’s shoulders.

“Yes you are very capable of taking care of yourself and covering my back.” Echo pulled Naveen into a kiss. He knew his lover wasn’t going to let him go to the island alone. Naveen smiled against his lips, Echo was relenting.

While he had all the guy minus Jared and Jensen in his clinic Misha check them over for any adverse affects of yesterday’s trauma. Of course they were all healthy as horses. Even Christian and Michael looked like they got some much needed sleep. Misha was pretty sure that the implants were what was causing the two men’s insomnia.

“Aldis can I prevail upon you to assist me in the lab today?” Misha asked the team’s computer geek. Misha was not the best at the computer
“You know the computer won’t bite you Doc.” Aldis teased.

“But you have the magic touch oh great one of the key board.” Misha said bowing just a little.

“Jesus Doc did you have too. Now there will be no living with him.” Chris grossed.

Sam popped her head in the clinic door. “Hey; JD, Alona is on the phone said she needs to talk to you ASAP”

Alona Tal was the manger of the most popular hotel resort in Buenos Aires. She was the one who found the island for the team. She also kept them informed of any suspicious activity or any people looking to find them.

Jeff picked up the phone from the kitchen counter “What’s up gorgeous?”

“We have some new guests at the hotel. Two men a tall black man with some sort of African accent and an Arab looking guy with a British accent. They booked a fishing boat for tomorrow. Something about them doesn’t feel right.” Alona almost whispered into the phone as she watched out her office door.

“Can you send us a picture of them?”

“I’ll send you the security video from them checking in.”

Jonathan Togo and Adam Rodriguez sat in their rental outside a small Hostel just outside Paris. A source told them Dr. Sheppard had been there recently. They were pretty sure he was no longer in France but there was a chance that someone knew where he went.

TBC>>>>>>

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Jeff looked at the pictures of the two suspicious men on the hotel security camera. He didn’t recognize either man. “Hey Chris come look at these pictures Alona sent.” Jeff called out from the office.

Chris ambled in looking over Jeff’s shoulder at the screen. “Where were these pictures taken?”

“Last night the hotel in Buenos Aires. Do you know them?”

“Echo and his handler Naveen Andrews. The CIA used them for high level assassinations.” Chris said starting to pace the small office. He had worked with Echo years ago in Serbia. The man had ice water in his veins, the only thing he cared about was Andrews.

“Should we be worried about them?”

“Yes. I’d bet anything that Thompson sent them to clean us up.”

“Get everyone in the house.” Jeff directed they needed to make plans.

The Moroccan National Museum was a quiet cool respite from the late afternoon heat. Alistair Nue wiped the sweat from his forehead before it cooled with the air conditioning. The museum was a unique mix of rustic and modern, Indiana Jones chic.

Fifteen years ago when he had been on vacation Mark Sheppard had started laying the ground work for the new life he knew he would someday need. He had met with the then museum curator Nigel Fez introducing himself as Alistair Nue antiques dealer specializing in holy artifacts of the three major religions Christian, Jewish, and Muslim. Over the years he had made sure to keep in contact the museum curator and his successors. He had made three trips to Morocco with artifacts he had acquired.

“Ah Mr. Nue so good to see you after such a long time my friend.” The museum curator Omar Kashan.

Alistair held out his hand to shake. “Too long. How have you been Omar?”

“Good, good. The grandchildren have been keeping us busy.” Omar’s son and daughter in-law working on a dig were killed in a car bomb in Iraq two years before. A suicide bomber had driven his truck into a crowded market place. Omar and his wife Basheba were raising their two grandchildren.

“Ten and fifteen aren’t they?” Alistair asked as Omar lead him back to the office.

“Yes, David is precocious always with his soccer ball. Pasha is fifteen and begging Basheba to take her to fashion week in Paris. So, Alistair are you finally ready to come and work exclusively for the museum?”

“I’m sure we could negotiate something.” Alistair said with a smile.

Togo’s hand trembled just a little as he dialed Commander Caruso. The owner of the Hostel told them Dr. Sheppard was killed in a car crash the evening he checked in. He had lost control of his car on a dark road slick with spring rain, plummeting sixty feet off a cliff. The local medical examiner had identified Sheppard through dental records.

“Caruso.” The commander answered on the first ring.

“Commander we have news on Dr. Sheppard.” Togo started.

“You found him? Where is he?”

“He’s dead sir. Dr. Sheppard was killed in a car crash just outside Paris.”

Caruso swore. “You have confirmation of this?”

“Yes sir. The coroner identified Dr. Sheppard through dental records.”

Misha watched the strands of Jared’s DNA separate into the three parts Padalecki, Ackles and Black jaguar. Aldis chuckled Misha looked like a little kids watching a laser light show for the first time. It was adorable.

“Hey Doc, should I step out of the room so you can have a private moment with your little DNA gadget?” Aldis teased.

Misha looked over his shoulder sticking his tongue out at the younger man. “As if you don’t get a hard on for your computer stuff. I’ve seen it, you can’t lie.”

Aldis smirked his eyes roaming over Misha. “A lot of things give me a hard on Doc. Computers is just one of them. I also like short Doctors with curly brown hair and dark blue eyes.”

Misha turned all the way around his eyebrow cocked. “Really? That’s very interesting. Maybe we could explore that later.”

Walking over to Misha Aldis dropped a quick kiss on his lips. “You do have great ideas Doc.”

Steve popped his head in the lab. “Move your asses’ guys. Jeff wants everyone up at the house.”

Both Jensen and Jared jumped when a fist pounded on the bedroom door. “Cut the horizontal mambo guys Papa wants us all down stairs.” Chad yelled through the door.

Jared groaned dropping his forehead between Jensen’s shoulder blades. Jensen reached back threading his fingers through the thick mass of curls. He giggled as Jared hot breath tickled down his spine. He bucked trying to get the bigger man off him. “Get off me you big lug.” Jensen grumbled.

Jared playfully nipped Jensen’s neck before rolling off him. “Think we have time for a quick shower? We both kinda smell like poll cats.”

Before Jensen could answer more banging on the door came. “Jeff said put it back in your pants and get down stairs.” Chris yelled through the door this time.

“I’m going to take that as a no. We better get moving. I have the feeling being on Jeff’s bad side isn’t something we ever want to be.” Jensen said throwing Jared’s shirt at him.

Dominic Purcell let out a whoop. “Went! I think I know who the CIA contact is?”

“Who?” Went looked at the computer monitor over Dom’s shoulder.

“Meet Mr. Fred Thompson CIA Special Project Director.” Dom pointed to a tall balding man standing next a redheaded man.

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They all gathered in the living room. Geri wrinkled up her nose when Jared and Jensen walked by. “You two smell like raunchy sex.” Jensen blushed.

Mike and Tom came in sweaty and dirty. “These two smell like raunchy jungle sex.” Gina waved her hand in front of her nose.

“OOO! I have to check the trail cams I set up. Hot man sex!” Beth clapped her hands.

“Cameras? You video tape us having sex?” Tom asked shocked.

“Since none of you are giving up any to us girls. Letting us watch homemade porn of you guys’ fucking is only fair.” Geri sounded reasonable.

“Then when do we get to see some hot lesbian porn?” Chad asked.

“When Hell freezes over Chadwick.” Beth said with a smirk.

“Children! Can we behave for a few minutes?” Jeff’s voice boomed through the room.

“Looks like Chris’ friend in the CIA Fred Thompson has sent a couple high level assassins after us.” Jeff passed out copies of the hotel surveillance photos.

Jensen looked at the photos. The two men looked more like business travelers then hit men. Ever since Jared crashed into his life Jensen had stopped taking things at face value. “Why would the CIA want us dead?” Jensen asked chewing on his thumb nail.

“They’re scared. Their top secret project has just jumped the tracks and they want all the loose ends tied up.” Chris tossed the pictures on the coffee table.

“How we going to play this?” Mike asked already itching for a fight.

Commander Caruso let himself into the lab. Fitchner was spent over a microscope. He pulled his weapon from its holster leveling it at the back of the doctor’s head. Fitchner was oblivious to what was about to be the last second’s of his life. With a squeeze of his finger Caruso put one high velocity bullet into the doctor’s brain.

Caruso hit a button on his cell phone. “It’s done. As soon as I leave the compound will explode. Your men are taking care of Morgan’s team correct?”

“They will be dead by week’s end.”

Wentworth’s fingers typed furiously at his key board. After identifying Thompson everything else fell into place. By Friday the expose of the Panther Project would be the front page of the Washington Post. Nothing would be the same for the CIA or Naval Intelligence. American’ were willing to over look a lot of trampled liberties for the sake of National Security, especially after 911, but forcibly changing the DNA of a man to create a perfect soldier was a little out of bounds.

He paused his typing to look again at the headshots of each of the team members. Each them thought they were serving their country, keeping American’ basic liberties free. Their country had betrayed them in the intimate way possible. The knowledge made Went sick to his stomach.

“I want to go on record. This plan sucks ass.” Beth grumbled as she threw her stuff into the back of her jeep. Samantha had already had a shouting match with Jeff that ended with him getting a slap across the face.

Christian and Steve were headed to Washington to have a visit with Thompson. Jared and Jensen were going to find Commander Caruso. Mike, Tom, and Aldis were taking the doc and the girls to Jensen’s grandfather’s ranch in west Texas. Jeff and Chad were staying behind to greet their visitors.

“Thank you grandpa. Tell Mama that I’m fine.” Jensen ending his phone call with his paternal grandfather Anderly Ackles.

Misha walked over handing Jensen two syringes. “This is Jared’s DNA. Take them four hours apart. The best place is the base of your neck or the small of your back. Watch yourself, you might run a temperature and have headaches.”

“Thank you doc.” Jensen looked down at the syringes in his hand. They were his future. An unbreakable bond he would have with Jared. He looked over at Jared standing tall the sun making his darkly tanned skin glow. Sweat soaked the grey wife beater stretched across the muscular torso. Jensen felt his cock jump to life, his mouth watered with the desire to lick Jared’s glistening skin.

Jared looked up his eyes locking with Jensen’s a rush of desire washed over him. Jared was stalking across the distance before the thought registered in his head. His big hands cupped Jensen’s beautiful face pulling him into a heated kiss. Jensen’s hands clutched his back.

Gina stopped midway down the front steps to watch the two men. “Damn, I think I just popped an ovary.” She fanned her hand in front of her.

Jared slid his hands down cupping Jensen’s firm ass lifting him up until he wrapped his legs around his waist. “Should we give them a show baby?” Jared asked his hot lips against Jensen’s ear.

Jensen pressed his forehead to Jared’s “I think we already are big guy.”

At the rip age of 82 Anderly Ackles wasn’t as feeble as he made himself out to be. If his son Alan thought he need a nurses care then who was he to object if a pretty young nurse came to check on him. He may be old but that didn’t mean he was dead. Anderly stepped outside on his back steps to have a puff on his pipe. He had been a little shocked at his grandson’s call. Like the rest of the family he had been worried about Jensen since he disappeared two weeks ago. Watching the video of the luncheon had given Anderly some comfort though. Anyone could see that dark haired young giant would die before he let any harm come to Jensen. Looking out toward the road Anderly could see the dust being kicked up by a car. He tapped out his pipe. The visit from nurse Cassidy wouldn’t start out on a happy note if she caught him smoking. Going back into his kitchen he called his son.

Alan snatched up his phone on the first ring. “Dad, how are you?”

“Good as any other day. I called because Jensen called me this morning. Wanted me to tell you and Donna he was alright.”

“Where is he? Did he tell you how to get in touch with him?” Alan asked frantic.

“Nope. He didn’t and I didn’t ask. Jensen is a grown man.”

“Dad! He has been missing for two weeks. Donna is beside herself with worry.”

“He said he was fine. He is fine. Now I’ve got to go son pretty Miss Katie is here to check on my well being. Tell your girl not to worry her baby is right as rain.” Anderly hung up before Alan could say anymore.

A big flirty smile on his wrinkled face. “Miss Katie girl we need to get some of the guest rooms done up. I’ll have a few visitors in a day.”

TBC>>>>>>

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Fred Thompson’s senior aide burst into his outer office, rushing pass his secretary, Rachel, clutching the morning addition of the Washington Post in his hand. Walking into the office unannounced he slapped the paper down on Fred’s desk.

TOP SECRET CIA PROJECT VIOLATES SOLDIERS, STRIPS THEM OF THEIR OWN DNA

The top secret joint CIA and military Panther Guard Project under CIA Special Project Director Fred Thompson has taken dedicated soldiers and turned them into genetically altered bodyguards without their consent……

“What the hell? Why are we just now seeing this? How did Wentworth Miller get this information?” Fred snarled.

Rachel came into the office. “Sir there are reporters on the phone wanting a comment on today’s Washington Post. Attorney General Weatherly is on line two.”

Steve Carlson paid for the two cups of coffee taking them back to the small table were Christian sat reading the news paper. “Looks like someone leaked the whole project to the Washington Post.” Christian showed the paper to Steve.

The small TV played CNN breaking news. The president and the attorney general were conducting a special investigation into the Panther Project. Fred Thompson had already been fired from the CIA. Already the congress was calling for his head on a platter. The military police were looking for Commander David Caruso and Dr. William Fitchner.

“Where we going to hit Thompson?” Steve asked sipping his coffee.

“He’s going to run. He has a cabin in the West Virginia Mountains. Thompson will head there. Leave his wife to handle the press and the inquires.”

Christian’s blue eyes were cold like glaciers. He had met Thompson’s wife Rose once, she was a sweet lady that didn’t deserve a bastard husband like Fred.

“I’ve heard that the Smoky Mountains are beautiful this time of year.” Steve said with a smirk.

Christian sipped his coffee. “We give him a day to hightail it out. Then we can pay Freddie boy a visit.”

Steve stood up taking Christian’s cup from him tossing it in the trash along with his. Christian cocked an inquiring eyebrow. “I want to suck your cock. There’s a motel down the street.” Steve turned, walking away in full confidence that his lover would follow him. It took exactly fifteen minutes from the time Christian jumped up and followed Steve, he was pushing him down on the motel sucking Christian’s dick deep in his mouth. “Jesus Fucking Christ!” Christian moaned as he bucked under Steve’s talented mouth.

Steve pulled off just as he felt Christian’s balls start to tighten. Licking a wet trail up the pale gold chest stopping only to tease nipples. Steve licked the line of square jaw. His lips teased Christian’s ear. “I want to ride you baby. You want to feel my tight ass slid down your big thick dick?”

“Fuck, yes ride me, please, Steve.” Christian sat up capturing Steve’s lips his hands finding the swell of his ass.

Reaching down Steve fished the small bottle of lube from his jeans that were balled on the floor. He squirt some on Christian’s fingers and some on his own palm. He hissed just a little as long talented fingers slipped slowly inside him. Steve wrapped his hand around Christian’s hard cock coating it with lube. Lining the head with his stretched opening Steve sank down with a moan. The ride started at a slow canter building until Steve was white knuckled, holding the headboard while Christian bucked hard inside him. With a guttural shout Steve collapsed down into Christian’s welcoming arms.

“I love you baby.” “I love you too cowboy.”

Echo handed Naveen the stuffed backpack. It never failed to amaze him at the complete transformation in his lover from well dressed and manicured gentleman to hard soldier. Faded brownish-grey fatigues, combat boots, and khaki shirt over a green wife beater. His ink black curls in a tight ponytail.

“Come on, we don’t want to miss our ride to the boat. I want to be on the island at dusk.” Echo said picking up his own pack.

“Yes, sir boss.” Naveen said with a smirk, Echo hated when Naveen called him boss.

“I believe the fact that you are going with me to the island proves I am not the boss of you.” Echo said in all seriousness.

Naveen walked up to him so they were pressed chest to chest giving Echo a quick kiss. “You better never forget that lover.”

Jeff sat, feet propped on the porch rail, puffing on a cigar. Chad had taken everyone to their transportation destinations. So Jeff was for the first time since they had arrived on the island all alone. It was a solitude he had craved once upon a time. Before his very being was violated by the government he had fought to protect. They had changed the very foundation of Jeff’s life. Now he craved connection.

As pissed as he was about being used as unknowing guinea pig Jeff still had to say they had given him the most precious things in his life. Seven men who had become Jeff’s family. They had given him Chad Michael Murray. That boy made his blood sing more than any woman he had ever been with.

The attraction had surprised both of them when it started. They had a comrade, a brotherhood of service before the DNA exchange. Jeff had a soft spot for Chad and the mayhem that usually followed him around. His feelings were mostly that of an older brother toward Chad. Then after the first injection the need for the boy hit Jeff in the gut like a sucker punch. It had been the same for Chad.

Jensen had talked Jared into giving him the first injection before they boarded the plane in Buenos Aeries. They went into the men’s room slipping together into the handicap stall. Jared tried to distract Jensen from taking the injection. He kissed Jensen letting his hands run all over is body.

Pushing Jared back a little. “I know what you are trying to do big guy. It’s not going to work. You don’t help me I’ll just ask the next guy who walks in here too.”

“Fine!” Jared growled taking the syringe turning Jensen around.

Jensen reached up gripping the top of the stall bowing his head resting his forehead against the wall. Jared placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. Jensen hissed as he felt the sting of the needle going in. A hot rushing feeling rolled over him making Jensen feel flushed. Jared wrapping his arm around Jensen dropping the syringe into the toilet flushing it.

“Baby, how do you feel? Did I hurt you?” Jared asked kissing along Jensen’s neck.

“Hot, hot from the inside. Like the feeling you get when you start to get a buzz from drinking.” Jensen turned around looking into Jared’s eyes. He cupped that handsome face in his hands. “I feel you. Inside becoming part of me.” Jensen’s eyes lit up, a smile split his face.

“I have another part of me that is just dying to become part of your sweet tight ass.” the kiss was frantic. biting and licking.

Fingers tearing at clothes shoving and pushing it out of the way. Jensen shoved Jared down on the toilet seat. Turning so his back was against Jared’s chest. Jared lined his leaking cock with Jensen’s hole. Jensen sank down slowly. Grabbing Jared’s hand bring the long fingers to his mouth sucking a digit deep into his mouth. His hips piston up and down Jared’s cock hitting his prostate until Jensen screamed his release.

“Flight 402 for Miami will be begin boarding at gate 32.” a heavily accented voice announced.

“Shit! We better get moving or we will miss our flight.” Jensen said dropping his head back on Jared’s shoulder.

TBC>>>>>>>>>

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The explosion of the compound was sighted by the press as being caused by a gas leak. Caruso watched the orange glow of the fire from his motel room miles away. The fires had spread and ignited brush from the grass lands that bordered the compound. With recent events if the authorities thought he perished in the fire all the better.

Caruso’s private cell phone rang. “Caruso.”

“Sir, this is Hector Martinez. You wanted to be informed if the Ackles family received any phone calls about their son Jensen. Senor Ackles’ papa called yesterday to say Senor Jensen was fine and he expected a visit from him.” The heavily Latin accented voice said.

“Thank you very much Senor Martinez.” Caruso hung up then dialed Rodriguez

“Meet me in Buford Texas.”

Aldis hopped out of the truck taking in the huge farm house the fence line and a half dozen horse roaming the pasture, the barn that looked as big as the house. He was a city boy through and through but he loved the whole wild west cowboy style, which was probably why every now and then he had the urge to jump Christian’s bones when he was dressed in his jeans and cowboy boots.

Michael slid out of the truck Tom behind him, their eyes scanning the wide open space in front of them.

“This sucks. Look at the distance between the house and the barn.” Mike pointed out.

Anderly Ackles stepped out on his porch, a cup of his hated decaf coffee in his hand watching his guests arrive. His blue eyes lit up seeing the four beautiful women hopping out of the truck. “Looks like things just got a whole lot prettier around here.”

Jensen wiped the sweat that beaded on his forehead. His whole body felt like it was on fire. The second injection hit him harder than the first. Jared did what he could, rubbing his neck, getting the stewardess to bring him cold glasses of water.

“Damn it baby. I knew this was going to be too much for you. Hang in there for me please. I’ll get you to the hospital as soon as we land.” Jared said pressing a kiss to Jensen’s temple.

“No hospital. I just need some fresh air. I am not dying Jay, not going to leave you.” Jensen mumbled nuzzling under Jared’s chin.

The pilot came on the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen there is a situation in Boise an explosion has started a grass fire just north of the airstrip our flight has been re-routed to Laramie.”

“Son of a bitch!” Jared snarled.

“What?” Jensen asked trying to push himself up off Jared’s shoulder.

“That’s the compound.”

“What does that mean?” Jensen asked

“I don’t know baby.”

The fishing boat docked at the small fishing village on the far side of the island. The boat captain assuming that they were fellow soldiers from Morgan’s team told them how to find the plantation. Echo thanked the man and then put a bullet in his forehead. They couldn’t have him telling anyone he brought them to the island. They took the jeep that was parked in the lot and headed toward the plantation.

Chad set his Glock down on the white clock completely cleaned and put back together moving onto the 45. Jeff was cleaning the rifles, watching out the window. The sun was just starting to slip down in the sky. Neither man was worried about a night attack, they expected it. They also knew there was a good chance one or both of them would be dead by the morning.

Jeff set the rifle he was cleaning down taking the gun from Chad he pulled the younger man onto his lap. “I love you, baby boy. You know that right?” Jeff asked looking into Chad’s blue grey eyes.

“I know Jeff. I love you too.” Chad cupped Jeff’s scruffy cheek pressing a kiss on his lips.

Jeff pulled Chad in tighter as the kiss deepened. Their tongues played a teasing game of tag, hands roamed over bodies. Jeff pulled Chad’s t-shirt up over his head attacking the boy’s small pink nipples. Chad’s fingers gripped his hair grinding his ass down on Jeff’s hard cock. “Want you papa. Please, fuck me.” Chad begged.

Frantic hands unfastened pants pushing them down. Chad turned spreading himself as he sank down on to Jeff’s thick cock with a hissing moan. The burn of the intrusion in his body felt so good. Jeff’s teeth sunk into Chad’s shoulder as the boy bounced on his lap. “So tight baby, make me cum.” Jeff growled against Chad’s ear as they both shuttered their release.

The news of the compound explosion spread as fast as the wild fires it ignited. Fred Thompson breathed a small sigh, the investigation would come to a standstill until the fires were out and the fire will have destroyed most of the evidence that hadn’t been leaked already. Commander Caruso did know how to cover his ass.

He pulled his SUV onto the private road leading to his cabin. Fred knew had at least a week before the investigation would continue. He could relax a little and pull together a plan to disappear. He had a half a dozen off shore accounts and a private jet. Fred didn’t feel a twinge of regret that he would be leaving his family to deal with everything. They had always been just a means to an end for him.

Fred had married Rose Thornton because of her father’s political connections. Even in her twenties she was as cold as a witch’s tit. Having sex with her was like having it with a dead fish. Fred was sure Rose never even saw his dick once in the thirty years they had been married. Their two sons were useless piles of spoiled shit, always hiding behind mama’s skirts.

Overnight bag in one hand his private cell phone to his ear Fred let himself into the cabin. He stopped cold just inside the hall. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of battered boots propped on the coffee table. His heart started pounding in his chest. Turning quickly Fred ran into the sharp end of a hunting knife and angry storm blue eyes.

“Where you running off to Freddy?”

“Kane!” Fred’s face paled.

“It’s not very nice, running away. I did come all this way to visit, catch up with an old friend.” Christian stepped forward forcing Fred back until he ran into Steve.

Steve wrapped his arm around Fred’s neck choking him. “Fred Thompson a burn notice with a terminate on sight has been issued for you. Are you ready to be judged.” Steve snarled into the frightened man’s ear.

TBC>>>>>

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Echo stood among the trees watching the back of the large house. Naveen had gone around to the front. The only lights burning were from the kitchen and the living room, but there was no movement from inside. There was suppose to be ten people inside the house at any given time, but now it sat quiet. That only meant one thing, Morgan knew they were coming.

Chad saw the two men in the tree line from his view laying flat on the roof. The smaller, headed toward the front Chad followed him looking through the scope of his rifle. He could have pulled the trigger and dropped the man but Chad waited counting beats.

It was too quiet, too still. A cold chill went down Echo’s back. He took a few hesitant steps toward the back of the house. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, his heart slammed inside his chest. “Naveen.” He whispered taking off at a dead run for his lover.

“Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen…” Chad counted his finger started to squeeze the trigger the dark haired man square in the cross hairs.

“Naveen!” Echo bellowed Naveen’s head whipped around to see Echo running toward him.

“Twenty.”

One round hit Naveen square in the forehead blowing the back of his skull out in a reddish pink and grey mist. Naveen’s body dropped to the ground, Echo screamed firing his gun in the direction the shot had come from. Chad had already rolled from the roof and was dropping down on the back porch.

Echo dropped to his knees next to his dead lover. Gently he brushed an ink black curl from Naveen’s face. Everything that was good in Echo’s life lay lifeless next to him, he could feel the blackness over take his soul. Leaning over Echo pressed a soft kiss to his loves forehead. “I will rip their hearts out. They will die in agony my love.”

Jeff stood with his back to the hall facing the fire place. His 45 tucked in his waistband at the small of his back, his shoulders relaxed. To the untrained eye he was unaware that a killer was just feet away ready to put a bullet in his head. Reaching up Jeff braced both hands on the mantle. “You’re going to shoot a man in the back?” Jeff asked not turning around.

“I’ve shot a lot of men in the back. I’ve walked up behind them and slit their throats. I’ve shot them in the head from one hundred meters away. Your question is mute.” Echo kept his gun trained on Jeff’s back.

Jeff brought his hands down slowly letting his right hand rest on the hilt of his knife. With a practiced spin that seemed faster than a blink Jeff swung around throwing the knife burying it deep in the center of Echo’s chest. Jeff felt the sting of the nine millimeter slug as it grazed his shoulder before hitting the fire place. Standing over the dead assassin Jeff crouched yanking his knife from the body. “Never admit you shot men in the back to a Navy Seal.”

Chad came in from the kitchen looking down at the bloody wound in the center of Echo’s chest. “Not bad. Almost as good as Kane.” Chad teased. Jeff was awesome at the art of throwing a knife, but Christian Kane was a world class knife thrower. The two men had a bit of a rivalry over throwing skill.

“Fuck if Kane could have done better. It’s the damn Indian blood that gives him an unfair advantage.” Jeff grumbled hissing a little when he moved to pull his cell from his pocket. “Morgan.” Jeff answered

“The compound blew up. There’s nothing left.” Jared said

“What? Jared where are you?” Jeff asked

“They redirected out flight to Laramie.” Jared saw Jensen wipe his forehead again then he leaned heavily on Jared. “Jensen is real sick. He has a fever, sweating, he’s weak and in pain. I’m scarred Papa.” Jared sounded like a lost little boy.

Jeff swore. “Jared you get to Texas. Go the Jensen’s grand dad’s. Misha is there. Chad and I are on our way too.”

“What about Chris and Steve? Have you heard from them?” Jared asked.

“No I haven’t, but I will get them to meet us in Texas. Take care of our pretty boy Jay, see you soon.” Jeff hung up. “Damn it.” Dialing Christian’s cell.

They were on their way back toward DC when the Thompson’s cabin exploded sending a ball of fire, smoke and debris into the Virginia sky. Christian lit a cigarette taking a long drag before passing it to Steve in the driver seat. Christian chuckled remembering the look of complete terror on Fred’s face when he saw him.

“Kane, don’t. I can fix your status. I can make it like the burn notice never happened.” Fred had begged.

Christian laughed “How yah going to do that when the CIA booted your ass too?”

“I still have contacts. Just don’t do anything you’re going to regret.”

“Well, Fred, now I’m not the one the most upset about my terminate on sight burn notice.” Christian said shaking his head a little.

Steve yanked Fred back tightening the choke hold. “That would be me,” Steve said with a snarl.

Christian was pulled from his thoughts by his cell phone buzzing in his pocket. “Hey Papa! I hope you didn’t leave the bodies laying bloody around Samantha’s clean house.”

“ You kidding? Chad is mopping up now. Did you finish Thompson?”

“Of course. There is a brand new hole in the ground in West Virginia. Seems the good director hit a gas main working in the back yard at his secluded cabin. Poor man was incinerated by the blast.” Christian said with a chuckle.

“Get your asses to Texas. The compound was blown to shit before Jay got there. Pretty boy is sick from the injections. Jared is taking him to see Misha.”

“We assuming that Caruso is dead?” Christian asked already knowing the answer.

“I never assume anything. You know what happens when you do stupid shit like that.”

“Yeah some one ends up dead. We can be in Texas by morning.” Christian said his good bye.

Chad came over wrapping his arms around Jeff. “So you don’t think Caruso has checked out?” Chad asked resting his chin on Jeff’s uninjured shoulder.

“Hell he could be. But my gut tells me that bastard is still among the living.”

Caruso paid for his coffee waiting for the change. The Des Moines airport was almost deserted at two am in the morning. His connecting flight didn’t leave until four am so he had some time to relax and think about his plan. If everything went right he could have Padalecki and his little angel Ackles under his control.

Caruso flipped open his phone. “Togo where are you?”

“We should be landing in Dallas in about an hour sir.”

“Good, wait for me. I should be in by six am.” Caruso ended the call.

TBC>>>>>>

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All the girls were in the kitchen, Samantha spreading flour on the counter to roll the dough for biscuits. Geri was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee reading Texas Cattlemen Association monthly. Beth was helping with making dinner and Gina was looking out the kitchen window at Tom and Mike sparring in the yard. It was fascinating to her that two men who loved each other could beat the hell out of each other in the name of training. Both men were stripped to the waist, sweat glistened on their tan torsos. Blood trickled from the corner of Mike’s mouth. The right side of Tom’s jaw had started to swell and bruise where Mike had caught him with a round house kick.

Anderly watched the two young men fighting, a feeling of nostalgia came over him. In another life he would have been right in there with them and maybe showing them a thing or two. Anderly had been a rough neck, cowboy and fighter in his youth. Full of bad attitude and the anger of a young man born on the wrong side of the tracks. Then his daddy handed him his draft notice and off he went to serve his country. By the time he returned Uncle Sam had turned Anderly into a man and Susie Ann Taylor had stole his heart.

“You boys about done? You’re making me tired just watching y’all.” Anderly called from the porch.

Tom ducked Mike’s last punch, grabbing the smaller man pulling him into a kiss. Neither man noticed the slightly embarrassed look on the older man’s face. Anderly had nothing against homosexuals, known many in his time, been known to fool around with a few guys back in his military days. It was heated lust in the kiss that made Anderly feel like a voyeur.

A steady cloud of dust was kicking up in the distance two black SUV’s traveled down the road to the Ackles ranch. Christian looked at the two men in the back seat in the rearview mirror. Jared cradled Jensen in his lap a big hand massaging his neck. Christian was worried, Jensen looked like warmed over death.

The SUVs came to a skidding stop. Steve hopped out yelling for Misha. “Doc! Doc get out here. Jensen needs help.”

Anderly was off the porch as fast as his old body could take. Jensen’s limp body being carried by the giant scared the crap out of him. “Jensen!” Anderly looked up at Jared. “What hell happened to him?”

Misha and Aldis came running out of the house. Jeff and Chad were getting out of their truck. Misha looked at Jensen’s pale lax face and his stomach dropped. Something had gone wrong with the DNA injections he had given him. “We need to get him inside on a bed.” Misha looked at Jared. “I’m sorry Jared.”

Jensen was stripped down to his boxers. Misha took some blood, listened to his heart and lungs. Jensen heartbeat was strong, his lungs sounded clear and he didn’t have a fever. He looked exhausted, like he had been working 24/7 without rest for days.

“I need to run some tests on his blood.” Misha started to leave Jared stopped him.

“You said those injections were safe.” Jared snarled the words like an accusation.

“They should have been. The side effects should not have been this bad. Let me look at the blood samples, figure out what happened. Right now Jensen has all the signs of suffering from severe exhaustion nothing more. He needs rest.”

“Jay, leave the doc go. I’m tired that’s all. Come lay with me.” Jensen held out his hand weakly beckoning Jared to come lay with him.

Jeff leaned again the kitchen counter. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the real war was still coming. That Thompson and his assassins were just small battles. Jeff’s gut told him Caruso wasn’t dead and they need to be ready for when he came after them. “We need to do a walk through. Make sure everything is secure. Set up watches.”

“You don’t think this is over. That Caruso didn’t blow his own ass up.” Christian said

“No I don’t. The war is still coming.”

The Washington Post news floor was buzzing. Kevin Douglas burst into Dom’s office. “You guys are going to want to turn CNN on. Fred Thompson’s cabin just exploded.”

“At approximately nine o’clock last night a secluded cabin owned by the disgraced former Special Project Director for the CIA Fred Thompson exploded. The explosion ripped a mile wide crater in the West Virginia Mountains’. It is unconfirmed, but it is believed that Thompson was in the cabin when it exploded. The fire department is just now putting out the last of the blaze that started over 16 hours ago.”

“Looks like justice was swift in coming for Thompson.” Went said, looking over at Dom.

“Which one do you think did it?” Dom asked

“I’d put money on Kane. He is the one Thompson put a shoot to kill order on.”

“We are still covering the explosion that rocked a vacant munitions compound in Idaho where grass fires still blaze.” The CNN reporter continued.

“Damn those are a bunch of guys you don’t want to cross.” Dom swore shaking his head.

The Blue Orchid Motel fifty miles outside Tyler Texas didn’t get many visitors let alone five army looking guys. The motel manager, Agnes Richter, was very leery of the five men. They were all silent except the thin red headed one who asked for three rooms at the end of the lot. “Here you are Mister.” Agnes looked down at the name the red head put on the registry card, “Mr. Caruso rooms one-ten, one-eleven and one-twelve.”

“Thank you. We won’t be needing housekeeping until after check out.” Caruso took the keys.

Togo watched the two new guys out of the corner of his eye. They both looked like horror movie serial killers. Heads shaved clean, pock marked oily faces, rodent like eyes and bad teeth. They were mercenaries for hire as far he could tell. How Caruso knew them Togo could only speculate.

Caruso handed out the room keys putting himself in between the four men. Pedrona was already eying young Mr. Togo like his was the turkey at Thanksgiving dinner. The last thing he needed was to leave a dead, bloody and raped body in a motel. Henesski was more than likely going to put two bullets in Pedrona’s head while he was sleeping tonight anyway. Caruso hoped the man could restrain himself until the mission was over.

“Henesski.” Caruso stopped the bigger man before him went into his room. “Make sure Pedrona doesn’t do any visiting tonight. Togo is our pilot. We are going to need him later.”

“That’s a tall order. I could snap and kill the ugly mother fucker.” Henesski smirked at the thought of killing Pedrona.

“Later we need him. From the new reports doesn’t look like Thompson’s assassins were successful in taking out Morgan’s team. At least not Kane and Carlson.” Caruso had a feeling that to get Padalecki and Ackles he was still going to have to go through Morgan.

Henesski paused Caruso had never said who they were going after. “Morgan? You’re after Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan and his team?”

“Yes, is that going to be a problem?” Caruso asked his hand going to his side arm. He didn’t want to kill Henesski now before he served his purpose but he would if he had to.

Shaking his head “Nah, not a problem at all. Not for me at least.” Henesski answered cryptically.

Inside their motel room Togo sat down on his bed. “Is it just me or do those guys make your skin crawl too?” he asked Rodriguez.

“Caruso makes my skin crawl. Those two make me believe demons are real.” Rodriguez said tossing his bag on the second bed.

“We are dead when this is over aren’t we?” Togo asked but his gut told him the answer before Rodriguez answered.

“We were dead the minute Caruso called us into his office two years ago when Morgan’s team high tailed it.”

Misha had marveled at the set up Anderly had in his basement. Because he lived a ways out of town and needed some nursing care he had a mini clinic.

Nurse Cassidy laughed when his jaw dropped. “Mr. Ackles may be a cowboy but he is a wealthy one. Plus the Governor adores her father in-law so he gets the best.”

The blood samples looked normal under the microscope. He pulled out the slides he had bought from the island one of Jensen’s blood before, one of Jared’s before he extracted the panther DNA. Misha looked at them against the sample of Jensen’s blood now after the injections. “Son of a bitch!” Misha swore. Jensen’s blood sample was now identical to Jared’s. Jensen now had not only Jared’s DNA but panther DNA too.

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Jensen snuggled down tucking his nose into Jared’s neck. His big lover smelled so good like warm spicy oranges. Jared stroked his hand down Jensen’s back petting him like a cat. Jensen made a soft purring sound deep in his throat. Lying in bed wrapped in Jared’s strong arms was Jensen’s favorite place to be. “Can we stay like this forever? I don’t ever want to leave this bed. I want to stay here in your arms safe and warm.” Jensen murmured against Jared’s neck.

“That sounds like a great plan to me.” Jared rolled over pinning Jensen under his long body pressing nibbling kisses on his plump lips. “How do you feel?” Jared asked looking deep into Jensen’s green gold eyes. Threading his fingers through Jared’s thick waves. “I feel better. My headache is almost gone. I don’t feel as weak as I did and I am starving.”

“That’s good. We should go find some food then.” Jared smiled.

“I’m not hungry for food. I’m hungry for you.” Jensen nibbled along Jared’s jaw. “It’s been eons since your big cock has been in my ass. I need it. I need you buried inside me.”

Jared’s lips swooped down devouring Jensen’s. He pulled Jensen’s leg up hooking it over his hip grinding their hard cocks together. His grip was hard enough Jared knew he was leaving bruises.
Pulling away from the kiss, “As good as this feels, your dick still isn’t in my ass yet. You think you will be getting to that part of the program soon lover?” Jensen snarled before grabbing Jared into another kiss, sinking his teeth into the full bottom lip. Jared’s blood flooded into both their mouths as the kiss became more hungry and demanding. Jared’s eyes darkened he reared up kneeling. He pushed Jensen’s legs up against his chest holding them with one arm using the other one to line his leaking cock with Jensen’s little pink pucker. Without hesitation Jared snapped his hips forward driving deep inside Jensen. The headboard slammed against the wall as they rutted, sucking, licking, and biting.

“OH Fuck! Jared! Yes!” Jensen screamed as his orgasm ripped through his body.

Everyone gathered in the kitchen looked up hearing Jensen’s shout. “Sound’s like pretty boy is feeling better.” Steve said hiding his smirk behind his coffee cup.

Anderly felt his face flush a little. It was one thing to know your grand child had sex it was another to hear it firsthand. Jeff gave him a side long glance; Anderly squared his shoulders and looked at him head on. “What? Jensen is well over the age of consent. If that big Yeti boy can make him yell like that. Then good for Jensen.” Anderly said giving the girls a wink.

Thirty minutes later freshly showered Jensen and Jared appeared in the kitchen. Jensen went over to his grandfather giving him a big hug. “Thank you for letting us stay here.”
Anderly looked into his grandson’s face. Jensen had the best traits of both his parents and a large dose of his grandmother’s feisty spirit. Anderly always thought Jensen was the most beautiful child he had ever seen, like an angel fallen from heaven. He loved all his grandchildren but Jensen had a special spot in his heart. “You are always welcome here Jensen. Now introduce me properly to your man.” Anderly said giving Jensen a smile.

Taking Jared’s hand Jensen pulled him close. “Grandpa, this is Master Sgt Jared Padalecki. Jared my paternal grandfather Anderly Ackles.” Jensen made introduction feeling slightly like a side show freak with everyone watching them.

“Padalecki? You wouldn’t be from San Antonio would you? Your daddies name wouldn’t be Gerald would it?” Anderly asked shaking Jared’s hand.

“Yes. Yes it is.” Jared answered a little confused.

“Good man, your dad.”

“You know Jared’s dad?” Jensen asked

“I just said I did, didn’t I? Gerald Padalecki helped straighten out all the legalities after grandma died. Probably would have lost the ranch if it wasn’t for Gerald.” Anderly explained.

Misha came up from the basement relieved to see Jensen was up. “Jensen you’re up. You must be feeling better.”

Jared turned glaring at the smaller man. “No thanks to you and those fucking injections doctor.” Jared snarled taking a step toward Misha who stepped back.

“Jared, don’t.” Jensen grabbed his arm. “Misha had no way of knowing how bad I would react to them.”

“Jensen begged him for those injections. Facing the consequences was all on your boy.” Aldis stepped in front of Misha facing the intimidating angry Jared head on. Jaws dropped all around the room Aldis never challenged anyone on the team before.

“Ok stand down both of you before I knock your heads together.” Jeff growled. “We have more important things coming down the pike then your little pissing contest.”

“I think I know why Jensen reacted the way he did.” Misha began hoping explaining it would help. “The panther DNA is more ingrained with Jared’s then I originally thought. It couldn’t be completely extracted. Jensen now has the same DNA profile as Jared completely.”

Anderly looked back and forth between his grandson and the blue eyed doctor. “Ok I know there is some long explanation about what you just said and I want to hear it, but I don’t think my old brain could take it right now.” Anderly looked at Jeff. “So Captain why don’t you break down the plan for us.”

Pedrona sat on his bed his head up against the wall. He could hear little Togo and the Cuban talking. His hand gripped his hard cock. His mind filled with visions of sinking into that compact body, bruising up that pretty pale skin, tasting the boys blood. As soon as everyone was asleep Pedrona was going to get a piece of that sweet ass.

Henesski came out of the bathroom stopping in front of Pedrona’s bed. “You better be happy with your right hand. You make a moved for that boy I’ll rip your balls off and feed them to you.”

“You don’t have the balls.” Pedrona snarled back. Stalking across the room Henesski had his hand around Pedrona’s neck cutting off his air in a split second. Leaning in so they were nose to nose. “Try me bitch.”

Rodriguez stared at his cell phone debating if he should just call. They were probably dead either way but at least Morgan would get their bodies to their families. Caruso would just dump them in a ditch somewhere or feed them both up to the monster twins next door.

Caruso tossed back the last shot of whiskey from his flask. A picture of both Jared and Jensen sat in front of him on the bed. They were perfect, absolutely incredible creatures. Jared strong dark full of sensual grace. Jensen regal beauty and elegance. His dick was getting hard just thinking how the two men would look fucking. Maybe he could set up a voyeur club so people could pay to watch the two beautiful men mate. He could rake in the money.

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The burnt orange sun slipped down in the west Texas sky. It was a beautiful sight. Michael leaned against the fence post on the western edge of the Ackles property. The chestnut mare he had rode out on was milling around behind him as he smoked his cigarette. It was so peaceful out Michael could almost forget the reason he was out there. He and Tom had the perimeter watch on the west side and Christian and Steve had the east side. Jeff and Chad were at the house.

Jeff was pretty sure Caruso was coming for Jared and his boy Jensen. They were in lock down inside the house. Jared threw a fit about staying inside. If Caruso was coming for Jensen then he wanted to be the one who put a bullet in his head. “Get in line kid. It starts behind me.” Jeff told him.

Michael’s ear bud beeped Tom’s voice filled his ear. “You better not be smoking Michael Rosenbaum.” Taking a last drag of his cigarette he crushed it out. “Not smoking baby.” He said with a chuckle. “Lair I can hear it in your voice. It’s all gruff like Papa Jeff’s.” Tom scolded “But papa’s voice is sexy. We should have phone sex.” Mike teased.

“We are on the job so get your hand out of your pants and your mind out of the gutter. How does it look your way? Pretty quiet over here.”
“Sun set is beautiful. I think I could live here. We should retire here.” Mike said wistfully.

Christian listened to the saddle creak underneath him. It had been awhile since he had been on horseback. He didn’t realize how much he had missed it. Not a lot of time for riding in the spy game. Christian looked out over the fence line watching for anything that shouldn’t be there. All he saw was the sage green grass and the purple hue of the conquering night sky. A slice of peace he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Steve slowed the bike down as he reached the far end of the fence. Mike, Tom and Chris had all opted to ride out on horseback Steve took the dirt bike. Horses scared the crap out of him ever since he was little. He did appreciate how hot his boy looked in the saddle. Chris had the whole outlaw air going on and Steve had to restrain himself from pulling him off the beast and demanding Chris fuck him. “Hey cowboy how do things look your way.” Steve asked waiting for Chris’s deep whiskey gravel to curl through the ear bud.

“Peaceful, beautiful. I miss you.” Chris sound wistful. “You just saw me an hour ago. I miss you too. Thinking about you on that horse makes me hot.” Steve teased.

“Are you guys going to have com sex? Don’t leave Tommy and me out. We can have a hot foursome.” Mike said

“I don’t want to have any kind of sex with you Rosenbaum. I have standards.” Steve chuckled

“You wound me surfer boy.” Mike pouted. “Tommy are you going to let him talk to me like that?”

“Michael if you want to keep having sex on a regular bases you should stop perving on our friends.” Tom’s voice was smooth and commanding.

“Forget I said anything Steve.” Mike said quickly.

Jeff put the small ear bud in as he stepped out on to the back porch. Jared had taken Jensen out to the barn to do some target practice. The way Anderly smirked when Jared had mentioned teaching Jensen how to shoot Jeff was sure Jared was in for a surprise. Jensen may be the most beautiful man they had ever seen he was still a Texas boy.

Chad came out to stand next to Jeff. “How much you want to bet that pretty is some sort of sharp shooter?”

“I never make foolish bets. Where are the Doc and Aldis?”

“Off making geek boy love I think.” Chad said with a chuckle that died out seeing the hard look on Jeff’s face. “What you thinking papa?”

“Caruso is out there. I can feel it. I don’t know how I know it but he is coming for Jared and Jensen. He wants them. The fight is coming quick.”

Jared handed Jensen his 45 after showing him how to check the clip, flip the safety. “Ok see the target?” Jensen nodded putting the gun out in front of him. He wiggled his ass a little, rubbing against Jared’s crotch as he stood behind him. Jared growled in his ear, “Stop teasing. This is serious business. Now line up your shot squeeze the trigger.”

Jensen looked back over his shoulder at Jared then turned into the perfect shooter stance firing at the make shift target. “Like that big guy?” Jensen asked with a smirk.

“What the fuck?” Jared stared at the perfectly grouped head shots. “You little shit. You know how to shoot.”

“Never said I couldn’t. You just assumed I didn’t know how. I was born and raised right here in Texas. I’ve hunted, road the fence line, bailed hay, drove a tractor. I worked this ranch every summer since I was ten years old. I didn’t always wear a suit big guy. You should see me throw a knife.” Jensen leaned up kissing Jared’s clinched jaw.

Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen picking him up. “Well since you don’t need shooting lessons. How about a roll in the hay?” Jared asked wiggling his eye brows. Jensen wrapped his legs around Jared’s waist. “Fuck yeah.”

Ten miles from Anderly Ackles property Caruso laid out his attack plan. Morgan would have set up patrols of the perimeter so his forces would be spread out. How quickly they could get back to the main house was dependant on how they reached their patrol spots.

“We are going hit them straight on. Padalecki and Ackles will be at the house.” Caruso began.

“How can you be sure they are at the house?” Rodriguez asked.

“Morgan would keep them close. It’s what I would do.”

Pedrona looked at Henisski for confirmation that the Morgan Caruso was talking about was Captain Jeffrey Dean Morgan. A sick smile came to his face. He had waited years to get a chance at Morgan.

**** Fifteen years ago outside Obrovac Croatia ****

Ethnic cleansing had ravaged the small village of Obrovac the peace keeping forces were too little too late to help most of the inhabitants. Pedrona road in the passenger side of the supply truck rolling through the village. A group of young boys were kicking around a battered soccer ball in front of a small church while their mothers were inside praying.

One boy no more than ten years old, with dark brown hair that sat in disarrayed curls on his head caught Pedrona’s eye. His skin was the pale gold kids get from playing outside. Half his shirt had come un-tucked from his dirty jeans. Pedrona felt his cock harden watching the boy. When Morgan put the truck into park Pedrona got out walking over to watch the boys play soccer. It had taken Pedrona just a few minutes and the offer of a Snicker bar to get the boy to go behind the small church with him. He had the boy on his knees forcing his hard cock down his throat when out of nowhere a solid punch landed on Pedrona jaw sending him staggering to the side.

Steve Carlson grabbed the boy carrying him out of the way of danger. Morgan kicked Pedrona in the ribs as he struggled to pull his pants up. With a snarl Pedrona launched himself at Morgan knocking him to the ground. Morgan moved wrapped his legs up around the other mans neck arching his back cutting off Pedrona’s air until he passed out.

Pedrona woke up his hands and feet bound behind him in a kneeling position. The only thing keeping him up right was the tension from the rope tied around his neck. Morgan got up from the chair he was sprawled in to stand over Pedrona. Pulling out his glock he pressed the muzzle to Pedrona’s forehead. “You are a sick mother fucker Pedrona. A god damn fucking pedophile.” Morgan snarled before slamming his foot into Pedrona’s groin a dozen times.

Pedrona fought against his bonds only to feel the noose tighten around his neck. “Fuck you Morgan.” He spat Morgan kneed him in the mouth.

Morgan placed his gun against the up part of Pedrona’s thigh pulling the trigger twice. The bullets shattered the bone Pedrona screamed in agony. Morgan grabbed the back of his head forcing Pedrona to look at him. “I could have blown your pathetic accuse for a dick off. Remember that Pedrona.”

Turning to the two men standing in the shadows. “Get this piece of shit out of my sight.”

****Present day*****

Pedrona had spent a month in a military hospital in Germany then sent back to the US and dishonorably discharged from the Navy. Pedrona wanted revenge. A chance to bring Jeffrey Dean Morgan to his knees almost had him cumming in his pants. “ I get to take out Morgan.” Pedrona said.

Caruso looked at him then nodded. “Of course.”

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Jeff had pulled all the guys in around three am so they could get some sleep. Everyone was on edge and tense playing the waiting game that seemed to be Caruso plan. Waiting was never a skill his team mastered that well. They all wanted to hit Caruso first.

Samantha set a large platter of pancakes in the center of the table. Around the table the men sat in various stages of grumpiness. She turned around to grab the bowl Beth had just filled with scrambled eggs Anderly slapped her butt. Samantha took the wooden spoon out of the eggs and cracked him in the hand. “I don’t tolerate that behavior from them. I won’t from you either.”

A big grin split Anderly’s wrinkled face “Feisty is how I like them.” His green eyes wrinkled.

Samantha looked like she was going to dump the eggs on Anderly’s head Chris snatched the bowl out of hand setting it on the table. “I really want to eat these eggs Sammy girl.”

“Grandpa!” Jensen’s jaw dropped he was seeing a whole new side of his grandfather since they arrived at the ranch. He had been worried how Anderly would handle Jensen being in love with another man. But so far he seemed to be taking it all in stride. Geri walked pass Anderly he reached out pinching her butt making her jump. “Mr. Ackles!” everyone at the table burst into laughter.

“Doc did you give my grandpa Viagra or something?” Jensen asked the blue eyes doctor who was current slumped against Aldis eyes barely focused.

“Don’t need Viagra with all the pretty young things around here boy.” Anderly grossed. Jensen got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about the girls based on the looks Anderly was giving Chad.

The phone rang Gina got up and answered it. “Ackles Ranch.”

Alan Ackles almost dropped the phone hearing the air British accent. “Ah excuse me. Is Anderly available?” Donna raised her eyebrow at the surprised look on her husband’s face.

“Dad, who answered your phone?” Alan asked.

“Gina, one of Jensen’s girls. She’s from England.”

Donna snatched the phone from her husband’s hand. She wanted to speak to Jensen. Make sure her baby was ok. “Anderly put Jensen on the phone.”

“Jenny boy your mama wants to talk to you.” Anderly handed the phone to his grandson.

Jensen took the phone “Good morning mama. How are you?”

“Jensen, oh Jensen sweetheart are you ok? We’ve been so worried since that giant kidnapped you. He hasn’t hurt you has he?”

Jensen looked at Jared taking his hand he laced their fingers together. “Jared would never hurt me mama, never. He loves me mama and I love him.”

“Oh Jensen are you sure? Really sure?” Donna asked, the thought that the love between them was just a product of the fact that Jared had saved Jensen from being killed.

“Everything else in my life maybe chaotic right now. But this is the one thing I am certain of. Nothing in my life has ever seemed as right as loving him mama.” Jensen explained hoping his mother would accept his words.

“I want to speak to him Jensen. Give Jared the phone please.”

Jensen handed Jared the phone. “My mom wants to talk to you.” Jared took it from him.

“Governor Ackles this is Master Sgt. Jared Padalecki how are you this morning?” Jared asked hoping he sounded pleasant enough.

“Young man do you love my son?” Donna asked without preamble.

“With all my heart madam.”

“Well all right then. I just” the line went dead. “Jared? Jared?”

“Mrs. Ackles? Mrs. Ackles” Jared’s words were met with silence. Jared looked at the others. “The phone just went dead.”

Rodriguez clipped the phone then signaled to Togo to move. He wasn’t sure hitting the ranch in broad daylight was the best plan. If Morgan’s team saw them coming they were dead for sure. Caruso was letting his obsession with Padalecki and Ackles rule his head.

“Togo you ready?” “Yeah.” Togo looked at him fear in his eyes. “Let’s just leave. We could be half way out of town by the time Caruso notices we aren’t in our spots.”

“He will just hunt us down baby.”

“You really believe he will survive a war against Morgan? If Morgan doesn’t kill Caruso someone else on his team will. Rosenbaum will probably shove a stick of TNT in his ass blow him to hell.” Togo pleaded.

“Hodge you and the Doc get the girls and Anderly in the basement. Welling and Rosy you have the house. Kane, Carlson you take the back. Jay, take your boy out toward the barn. Chad and I got the front.” Jeff barked orders.

Christian tossed Steve a rifle “Let the games begin.”

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Sniper rifle over his shoulder, Jared gave Jensen one of his 45’s, his boot knife and they went out the back toward the barn. The loft would be the easiest place to see everything.

Christian and Steve covered them as them went. Each man taking up point on a corner of the house. They could hear Tom and Mike barricading the doors and setting up vantage points inside the house.

Chad went straight to the jeep parked in the drive crouching down. Jeff chose to stand alone on the front steps. “Status report boys!” Jeff barked into the comms.

“House is secure.” Mike answered. “We’re in place.” Steve answered. “Dido for me and the big guy.” Jensen answered. Jared looked at him like he was smoking crack.

Caruso watched the movement from the house through his binoculars. His focus immediately went to the barn. “Henesski you Pedrona hit the front. Togo and Rodriguez the back. I’ve got the barn. I want everyone else dead. Padalecki and Ackles are to be unharmed.”

Winchester County Sheriff Thomas Gibson had never in his twenty years as sheriff received a personal call from the Governor. When his deputy told him who was on the phone Gibson check the calendar to make sure it wasn’t April first. Taking a deep breath Gibson picked up the phone. “Madame Governor this is Sheriff Thomas Gibson.”

“Sheriff Gibson I need you to send as many men as you have out to my father in-laws ranch, Anderly Ackles. My son is there with his military protectors and a rogue Commander involved with CIA Director Fred Thompson is about to attack them.” Donna said knowing she probably sounded like a lunatic.

Gibson went back to his theory that this was an April Fool’s joke. “Excuse me Madame?” putting his hand over the receiver. “Shaffer! If you put someone up to this, I am throwing your sorry ass in the cage.” Gibson glared at his deputy.

“Sheriff Gibson I know what I just said sounds crazy. I was just on the phone with my son’s boyfriend. The large gentleman, who saved Jensen from being shot in the head at my luncheon. You remember that don’t you?” Donna tried to explain the dire situation calmly.

“Yes I do. Master Sgt. Jared Padalecki correct? He was part of that Panther Project that just got exposed in the Washington Post.”Gibson flagged his deputy again. “Governor Ackles how many men are we talking about at Anderly’s ranch?”

“Ah, I think seven plus Anderly, Jensen and the girls who take care of Anderly. I don’t know how many the Commander is bringing. All I know is the line went dead mid word. Please Sheriff my son is in danger.” Donna begged.

“I am sending men out there right now Governor.” Gibson hung up after getting a private number to update the Governor.

Jensen crouched down at the window looking out. He didn’t see anything but the feeling of dread curled tighter in the pit of his stomach. His eyes wandered where Jared standing next to the other window in the loft. His dark chocolate brown hair falling in his eyes as Jared checked the ammo clip of the rifle. Jared’s aura of strength and sensual grace made Jensen’s heart thump inside his chest. He was beautiful.

Jared looked up and caught Jensen staring at him. The look of pure lust in Jensen’s jade green eyes sent a shaft of heat right to Jared’s cock. “Don’t look at me like that when we’re on the job baby. Papa gets cranky if you’re fucking when you should be shooting.”

“Jared I need you to promise me something. Promise me you won’t be jumping in front any bullets meant for me. You have got to promise me.” Jensen begged. The thought of Jared getting killed by a bullet meant for him scared Jensen to his bones.

Three long legged strides brought Jared right in front of Jensen. Cupping his face in his hand Jared pressed a light kiss on Jensen’s lips. “I am sorry baby. I can’t make that promise to you. I can’t let anything hurt you. I will protect you with my life. I love you baby.” Jared said pressing his forehead against Jensen’s.

“I’d die without you, Jared. I know it. You barreled into my life and made me love you. Love you so much I changed my very DNA for you.” Jensen pulled back so he could look into Jared’s brown eyes. “Then promise me if we go we go out together. We live together or we die together. Promise.”

“I promise.”

Henesski went to where Rodriguez and Togo where getting ready to move into place. He had made his own peace with a death he knew was his due a long time ago. When he had chose to cross the line between being a soldier and a killer. Henesski knew he was going to Hell, Caruso was going to Hell, Pedrona already had a first class ticket. But Rodriguez and Togo were just soldiers following the orders of a lunatic. They had a chance not to turn out like them.

“Give me your ear pieces and get the hell out of here.” Pedrona held out his hand.

“What? Caruso wants us at the back of the ranch.” Rodriguez asked.

“You and your boy want to still be alive at the end of the day? You give me the ear pieces and you high tail it out of Texas, out of the country. You understand me boy?”

Togo pulled out his ear piece handing it to Henesski. “Come on Eric he’s giving us an out. This isn’t our fight, it never was.” Eric handed his over picked up his gear took Jonathan’s hand and walked away. They were never going to get another chance like this. They hadn’t killed anyone for Caruso yet. Sheppard was already dead when they found him. Their conscious might not be completely clear, but they weren’t murderers.

Pedrona saw Morgan standing in front of the ranch house like he was some sort of invincible super hero. Like he didn’t have fear in his soul. He saw Morgan’s little whore behind the black SUV. Butting a bullet in Murray’s head would no doubt put Morgan on his knees. He lined up his scope.

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Pedrona squeezed the trigger. The bullet went through the back window of the jeep shattering the glass. Chad dropped completely down on the ground. Jeff came off the porch crouching down next to Chad.

“Chad! Chad you hit? You ok?” Jeff asked his eyes scanned his lover for signs of blood. “I’m fine. Fucker isn’t a very good shot.” Chad snarled.

Christian turned at the sound of the shot moving to go to the front of the house. Jeff’s gruff voice in his ear stopped him. “Keep your asses where you are Kane, Carlson. We’re good.”

Tom smashed out the window in the second floor bedroom scanning the front for where the shot came from. “Where’s that redhead bastard?”

Mike had gone to the attic climbing out onto the roof using the chimney for cover. Through his scope he saw two men heading away from the ranch and one moving toward. “I have one coming from just beyond the shack, two moving away toward the road.”

Jared shoved Jensen to the floor while looking out the window. Jensen was cursing like a sailor next him. “Listen gigantor we just talked about this. Let me up asshole.”

Reluctantly Jared let Jensen up. Shooting his lover a glare Jensen crawled to the other window to look out. “I don’t see anyone this way.”

Caruso moved slowly along the windowless side of the barn. He had seen Padalecki drop to the ground when the shot rang out. No doubt he was on top of Ackles shielding the pretty man’s body from harm. Caruso knew the best way to control Padalecki was to take Ackles first. Protecting Jensen would always been Jared’s first priority.

Inching his way out of the barn Jared kept his rifle up ready to take out the threat. The farther he moved from where Jensen was the tighter his chest became. His heart thumped like he had just run a marathon. Jared had to force himself to keep moving. “Checking the perimeter is keeping Jensen safe”, Jared chanted softly to keep his mind on task.

Henesski calmly walked toward the ranch house his rifle hung over his shoulder, side arm still strapped to his thigh. He wasn’t tensed for battle. He was resigned to his fate. Henesski knew that by the end of the day he would be dead if not by Morgan and his team then by his own hand. He was long past tired of the game. Tired of being the hunter, of being the hunted.

Mike watched the man approaching the ranch house. “What the fuck is he doing?” “Papa, I got a bogey coming from the east.” “Take him out Rosy.” Jeff growled his was tired of all sneak attack shit.

The red laser sight fixed on Henesski’s forehead he smiled. “Come on boy do it.” The words had barely passed his lips when the back of his head exploded.

Pedrona came around the trees lining the long drive seething. “Morgan! You fucking coward!” he screamed.

“I’ve got a bead on him Papa. Should I drop him?” Tom asked

“I got a shot too,” Mike spoke.

“So do, ” Christian said

“Let me take the shot Papa,” Steve begged

“I can give him a nice third eye in the middle of his forehead.” Chad lined up his shot.

“No one shoots yet.” Morgan stood up walking out in the open arms held out from his sides.

“Jesus! Fuck! Jeff what the hell are you doing?” Chad said moving forward.

Pedrona grinned Morgan always did have more balls than brains. Stupid fucker was going to make it easy for him. “I’m going to enjoy blowing your mother fucking brains out Morgan.”

“Pedrona have you been waiting all this time to get your revenge. I haven’t been that hard to find. You just too much of a pussy to come looking,” Morgan taunted.

Rage washed through Pedrona. “I’ll show you a pussy. You self righteous mother fucker.” He snarled his trigger finger twitched.

Five men let loose a hail of bullets. Pedrona jerked as each bullet slammed into his body. Jeff not even flinching as the bullets whizzed pasted; he knew his boys would never miss. By the time Pedrona’s body hit the ground it was riddled with sixty-seven rounds of lead.

“Woo, whoo. I’ve wanted to waste that fucking pervert since Croatia.” Steve walked over to the body.

The sound of gun fire drew Jensen’s attention, he didn’t see Caruso sneak up behind him until an arm around his throat cut off his air. Caruso forced him to drop the gun he held. “Easy there beautiful. Let’s see if Jared will join us.”

“Master Sgt. Padalecki! This is Commander Caruso Jensen and I are just getting acquainted. Why don’t you come join us?”

Jared moved into the barn to see Caruso with his arm around Jensen’s neck. He charged in gun drawn. “Let him go! Now!”

Caruso shook his head. “Oh I don’t think so Sgt. The only way the beautiful leaves this barn without his neck broken is you agree to come with me. The three of us leave here together. The Panther Project continues the way it should have always been.”

Jensen struggled against Caruso’s hold. If he could get to the knife sheathed at his back he could cut Caruso. His eyes locked with Jared’s conveying his plan in the silence of a look. Jared’s nostrils flared, Jensen knew he understood. He struggled more forcing Caruso to tighten his hold pulling Jensen’s body back forcing him to bow his back.

“Stop! I don’t want to have to hurt you beautiful,” Caruso whispered into Jensen ear.

Reaching behind himself Jensen’s finger curled around the handle of the knife. He looked up at Jared his eyes never leaving his lovers. Jensen swung his arm up bring the knife down into Caruso’s upper thigh. Caruso screamed in pain loosening his grip allowing Jensen to drop to the ground. Jared put a bullet in Caruso’s forehead.

Jared wrapped his arms around Jensen the sound of sirens rang in the air.

The deputy looked at the bullet ridden body on the ground shaking his head. Looking up at Jeffrey Dean Morgan. “And this guy was turned into a strainer because?”

Sheriff Gibson stepped up next to his deputy. He looked at Morgan then down at the body. “Looks self inflicted to me. What we have here is a tragic double murder suicide.” His words would become the story the public would hear.

***** 5 years later ******

“Well it’s finally official. Two term Texas Governor Donna Ackles as announced she is throwing her hat into the presidential race. The Governor made her announcement at her father in-law Anderly Ackles ranch surrounded by her family and campaign contributors. The Governor has also refused the standard Secret Service protection that is given to candidates. She said she prefer to use the private security firm Panther Security Inc. owned by her son Jensen the camera panned showing seven very intimidating looking men standing on the steps of the ranch house.

The floor director signaled for the commercial. The pretty blonde anchor fanned herself with her script. “Those guys are H.O.T. Dangerous and hot. Does anyone know which one is married to Jensen Ackles?”

“The really tall one I think.” answered the weather guy as he took his seat.

"Damn I think one of my ovaries just exploded thinking about how hot they would look fucking

" The lady anchor licked her lips.

THE END