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The block smelled of sweat, bleach, and concrete—a mix that made Jared’s stomach churn the first time he stepped inside. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, throwing long shadows across the narrow corridor where guards leaned lazily against the walls.
He adjusted his nurse’s uniform, wishing he could shrink into it, wishing he could disappear completely. Twenty-one, fresh out of school, and somehow here, in a place where every wrong move could land him in a fight—or worse.
Then he saw him.
Jensen Ackles.
He didn’t walk—he glided, though his presence was all menace. The other inmates parted like the Red Sea as he passed, eyes down, muttering under their breath. Even the guards gave him a wary look. Jared’s chest tightened. He’d read the charts, knew the history, knew the reputation—but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer weight of Jensen Ackles in a room.
A guard nudged Jared forward. “Nurse,” he said, voice tight, “cell block C. Jensen… he’s been running low on his insulin. Keep him calm, or you’ll see why we don’t mess with him.”
Jared swallowed, glancing at the cell door that led to the most feared inmate in the prison. Behind the bars, he could hear the faint hiss of an inhaler—or was it just Jensen’s breath? Either way, the low hum of tension made his skin prickle.
He knocked.
“Yeah?” The voice was calm, but it carried a dangerous edge.
Jared stepped inside, heart hammering. He held up the insulin kit like a white flag. “I’m here to help.”
For the first time in weeks, Jensen’s sharp gaze softened… just a fraction. But it was enough for Jared to know one thing: in this place, one small slip could mean death. And somehow, he was expected to care for the man who could probably kill him in three seconds flat.
Jensen didn’t move at first. He leaned back against the wall, eyes sharp and assessing, like he was weighing whether Jared was worth the trouble.
“Sit,” he said finally, voice firm but not yelling. “Don’t fumble around.”
Jared lowered himself onto the stool, hands clasped tightly in his lap. “I’m Jared,” he said, opening the insulin kit. “I… I need to check your blood sugar first.”
Jensen’s eyes softened just a fraction, but only a fraction. “Kid, don’t get all nervous on me. I’ve been through worse than a finger prick.” His tone carried authority, but there was a hint of something softer beneath it. “Do it right, or you’re wasting both our time.”
Jared swallowed hard and pricked Jensen’s finger, careful not to let his hand shake too much. Jensen hissed slightly at the pinch, then flexed his fingers. “Not bad,” he muttered, almost under his breath, but his smirk made it clear he was testing Jared.
The meter beeped. “A little low,” Jared said. “You’ll need this shot.”
Jensen rolled up his sleeve and flexed his arm. “Do it. Fast. Don’t waste time with the fluff. I don’t have patience for slow hands.”
Jared’s hand steadied as he injected the insulin. Jensen didn’t flinch, but he kept his eyes on Jared the whole time, assessing, cautious—but not hostile.
“You ever do this before?” Jensen asked after a moment, tone curious but clipped.
“Yeah… in school,” Jared admitted. “But never… like this.”
Jensen’s smirk softened into a small, almost approving nod. “Good. You don’t freeze up. Most people do. Most people wouldn’t last five minutes in here without panicking. You… you handle yourself. That’s rare.”
Jared felt a flicker of pride despite the tension. “I—I’m just trying to do my job.”
“Good,” Jensen said, voice firm. “Do your job. Don’t get cocky, don’t get soft. You’ve got to survive here, and part of that… is not being afraid of me.”
Jared nodded, heart hammering. “I’ll… keep that in mind.”
Jensen leaned back against the wall again, watching him. “You did good today. Not perfect, but good enough to stick around. That’s more than most earn in a week.”
Jared stood, packing up the kit. “Thanks… I’ll check again later.”
Jensen’s gaze followed him to the door. “Yeah. Don’t screw it up next time, kid.”
As Jared left, he realized the shift in Jensen wasn’t just softening—it was respect. Dangerous, quiet, but real. And for some reason, it made Jared want to see him again, even if it scared him.