#then someone starts talking about their rape and the mood comes to a screeching halt

[winmance]

Trust in me - Chapter 4

They had ended up taking down eight drug dealers and had cuffed three prostitutes. They made sure not to hurt anyone more than necessary, and none of the cops came out with any injuries worse than a sprained ankle, so they counted that as a win.

“Dude, you were amazing!” Derek says as he sits next to Jensen.

Both of their teams are here, celebrating the achievement of the two department’s combined efforts. But Jensen’s joy was short-lived, this operation had only confirmed his doubts; Pellegrino wasn’t the boss - far from it actually. He was a small seller at best, the actual boss probably promised him a crap-ton of money in exchange for his extended cooperation and clearly, it worked.

“All the credit goes to you, partner” Jensen says, fake enthusiasm in his tone as he toasts his friend.

“Come on Jensen, be happy a little!” Derek said, sensing his fakery.

“Happy about what? Until we have the boss, everything we do is worthless.” Jensen said bitterly.

“No man, it isn’t. We’re putting criminals behind bars, that’s what our job is about. We protect people, and sure, maybe the big win didn’t happen today, hell, it might not happen tomorrow! But tonight, I’ll go to sleep knowing that eight more criminals are behind bars, where they can’t hurt anyone, and that’s good enough for me.”

“Yeah, because criminals don’t do crime in prison,” Jensen mumbled.

“You know what? If you can’t enjoy this win, then it’s your problem, not mine!” Derek says, anger evident in his voice.

With those last bitter words, he left Jensen alone, choosing to chat up another group of their co-workers, which welcomed him with large, tipsy smiles and fresh beer.

Jensen watches the scene unfold from the outskirts of their social group, as always. He gave up trying to fit in years ago, even when he was but a simple agent, he could never deal with the parties that came after a ‘closed’ case. You never closed a case - not really. Every time you put someone behind bars someone else will step up and take their place, all wanting the money and power that comes with a higher position/rank on the streets.

He throws back his drink and chugs it in record time as he makes his way to the exit, leaving the glass on a coffee table near the entrance of the bar. He didn’t bother saying goodbye to anyone; he knew they would have more fun without him anyways, after all, no one wanted to get drunk in front of their boss.

As he steps out into the crisp air of the night he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, instantly relaxing as the air wasn’t as humid as it was before. The temperature is perfect for a nightly walk, he notices as he sees couples passing by. He glances over and notices a girl with her boyfriend’s jacket draped over her shoulders while the man affectionately pulls her under his arm, letting her rest against him. He couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto his face even if he tried.

He remembers when he used to do that back in high school, Justin and he would spend hours debating on which diners were better, or which movies so they could take their respective girlfriends out to. The dates usually ended with them being the heroes if the movies were too scary, or if the nights were (purposely chosen to be) too cold.

He doubts that any of the girls were scared or cold, but they had pretended to be, allowing themselves to fall into the flirting game and letting the metaphorical hero with the girl’s heart.

His train of thought came to a screeching halt when he saw Jared leaning against the alley wall, licking his cherry-red lips obscenely, and slowly grinding against the brick, looking like the pure embodiment of lust. Tonight, he seemed to have met his goal - judging by the sleek black car with dark tinted windows that pulled up in front of him.

Jensen frowns as he watches Jared strut forward while bracing his arms against the window, arching his back in a way that gave the man a clear view of his smooth skin and putting his perky ass on display. Jensen knew exactly what was happening, but didn’t know if he should interfere - if he waits and follows the car he could get both Jared and the man arrested, but this would mean that this man would have sex with Jared first, and he couldn’t let that happen.

It’s one of the things that Jensen has had the most trouble with since working at the police department. He couldn’t get his head around the idea that in order to get someone arrested, he needed to let them commit the crime. Isn’t it his job to prevent crimes and enforce the laws?

“Hey there, Jared,” He says, walking up behind him “Chilly night, isn’t it?”

Jared clenched his jaw, his charming smile all but gone, as he kept his arms firmly in place inside the car, preventing the man from driving away from him.

“Hey, I didn’t come all the way here to see you flirting with someone else!” The man snaps at Jared, visibly upset about what is happening.

There’s a ring with a family picture hanging on his keys, as long as a wedding ring on his finger. Classic client, Jensen thinks.

“What did you come for, then?” He asks, invading Jared’s personal space until he’s able to put his arms on the car too.

“Did I ask you a question?” The man said, challenging him with his eyes, but Jensen couldn’t care less.

“Nah, officers are often the ones asking the questions - not the other way around.” Replied Jensen snarkily.

He could sense the exact moment the man understood what was happening, the moment his face lost all color while is angry glare instantly changed to one of fear.

“I- I was just asking my way around.”

“Of course you were,” Jensen smirks “Well, now that you found it, you should leave, don’t you think?”

The man nodded frantically before starting his car, not even shooting one last glance towards Jared.

“You asshole!” Jared yells, trying to shove Jensen off.

But Jared didn’t have time to shove Jensen again before he was pinned to the wall behind him, his arms high above him, immobile, while his legs were spread wide to each side, not giving him enough space to recover his footing as Jensen stepped between them. Jensen instantly regretted pinning him because Jared’s cocky smile was gone, and his face was pale as he trembled in fear as he lowered his head in submission and... acceptance?

Jensen’s entire body shudders with the thought of this not being the first time Jared was put into this position. That maybe - surely, Jared was taken advantage of like this several times, not having any choice but to submit and agree with his attacker.

“I’m sorry,” Jensen says, instantly  releasing him and putting his hands on display in front of him in a placating gesture “It’s an instinct, I’m sorry.”

“Whatever” Jared mumbles, his bad mood back. He keeps his arms close to his chest, and for the first time, Jensen really feels like he’s facing a child. A scared child. “It was the first car that stopped tonight.”

“I’m not sorry for keeping you from being raped,” Jensen grumbled.

“What? It’s not a rape. I’m consenting!”

“You’re not legal, so yes, it’s a rape. And accepting money is still illegal, by the way!” Jensen shouted.

Jared flinched at Jensen's tone and then slumped, a look of utter defeat adamant on his features “You suck” he sighed, sitting on the sidewalk, “I really needed this cash.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re doing drugs too.” Jensen groaned, feeling slightly guilty for shouting at Jared.

“No,” Jared said, rolling his eyes “I just… Whatever. You did your good action of the day, now you can walk away.”

It was really tempting, to walk away from Jared and forget this all ever happened, after all, he did his job. But, Jared seemed so lost and miserable that

Jensen felt guilty, didn’t he swear an oath to protect and help others? Well, sometimes helping can consist of simply sitting down with someone and listening, letting them talk to you.

Once, he sat with a woman for six straight hours, consoling her after her husband death. Most of his colleges would have leave her, but not him. Putting criminals away isn’t the only part of the job. Even if it was, at the end of the days, they’re all people, trying to survive as best as they can, and the least he can do is offering his help when needed.

“Come on, tell me why you need it,” He said sitting down next to Jared “Except if it’s illegal, then don’t tell me.”

Jared laughs a little, and Jensen considers it as a win.

“I’m hungry” Jared admits “It was rent day three days ago and I had to give all the money that I had earned… earlier, and I couldn’t find any…” He licked his lips, shooting a quick look at Jensen “Any money. One of the girls was working with the police and she sets up a trap for one of her clients, so now no one would stop here.”

Jensen tried to ignore that Jared had literally just confessed that he was a prostitute and instead focused on what he was saying. He knew about the trap, Derek was the one in charge of it and the case had made the cover of the newspapers; ‘Politician Cheats On Wife With Prostitute.’

“When is the last time you ate?”

“Three days ago,” Jared said, a soft dusting of pink rushing to his cheekbones. Jensen bit his bottom lip, hoping that he was making a good decision and not just falling in another one of Jared’s traps.

“There’s a diner a few blocks away, wanna go with me?”

Jared whole face lit up, and to state the point, his stomach started growling at the same time.

“Guess it’s a yes then,” Jensen said, casting a grin at Jared.

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