Author: ZombieSmasher PM
Inspired by a piece on DeviantArt by iTomiix3. After a mission the unexpected happens and Jensen gets hurt. Cougar has to save him from death, but is it too late? Sorry for the awful summary!Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Cougar & J. Jensen - Chapters: 12 - Words: 11,096 - Reviews: 21 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 10-12-10 - Published: 09-20-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6340543
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(Hey guys! So I know Jensen always seems the one to get hurt, but I couldn't resist writing this, it's based off a picture on DeviantArt by iTomiix3. Look them up, their art is AMAZING! Anyways…ENJOY!)
Cougar watches his comrade from his scope as he moves throughout the house.
"All clear" He hears over the comm. "I'm coming out, job well done! That's the last time that gross motherfucker will see the light of day." Cougar just gives a small smirk. Cougar hates people who traffic other people, especially children. He was incredibly happy that the man was finally dead. He shot him from his hiding place on top of a hill nearby, Jensen checked to make sure he was really dead. Cougar saw Jensen come out of the large mansion and give an O.K. symbol. "Come down from your post dude! We're done for today." Cougar nodded and started to dissemble his gun. He was putting it away when he heard a shot go off. He looked over the hill and saw two figures; one was laying down while the other was much smaller in comparison.
"JENSEN!" No response, he packed up his gun quickly and ran down the hill as fast as he could without falling on his face. "I'm coming down, hang on!" Still no response, Cougar finally made his way down to Jensen. He was on the ground bleeding. "What happened!" Cougar applied pressure to the wound, which made Jensen scream in pain.
"Um…a bogie got me and ran. I didn't see his face or anything." Jensen said between hisses of pain. Cougar kept pushing down on the wound, which seemed to be helping; even though Jensen was losing a lot of blood. Then he heard Jensen take short intakes of breath.
"What's wrong?" Cougar asked Jensen, the hacker's head bobbing back and forth.
"No…can't…breathe…" Jensen said through his short breaths. Cougar looked at the bullet hole; it was right where his lung would be. Fuck…his lung was punctured. Cougar looked around; they were in the middle of the fucking desert. Thankfully they were close to their new van; Cougar put Jensen's shaky hand on the wound.
"Hold that" Jensen did what he was told, still hyperventilating. Cougar flung open the door and looked for the medical kit, luck was on his side when he found it right away. He went back to Jensen's side and flipped open his pocket knife.
"I'm not letting you die" Cougar finished. He poured tons of alcohol on the blade and dug it into Jensen's skin. Jensen yelled out, and Cougar just ignored him. Cougar looked around for something to use. He looked into the van and found a McDonald's drink. He ran back to the van and grabbed the straw out of the drink; he dried it off as best he could and inserted the straw into the new wound. Blood immediately poured out of the straw. Jensen's breathing calmed down considerably. Cougar watched the hacker calm down and just lay his head back. Once Jensen's breathing calmed down Cougar smiled, he was proud of himself for thinking quickly. However he knew that he had to hurry, he may have won that battle, but Jensen wasn't talking back, he just took deep breaths.
"You alright?" Cougar asked the bleeding hacker. Jensen just nodded in response, He's going into shock. Cougar moved to slide his arm under the hurt man, Jensen didn't budge.
"Come on, I can't lift you by myself." Jensen responded by lifting his head up. "I know this is going to hurt a lot, but I need your help…ready? One, two, three!" Cougar hoisted the large man, Jensen's size made it incredibly difficult to move. He somehow managed to make it to the passenger side door. He flung open the door with as much strength as he could with Jensen leaning on him. Jensen started to move on his own and actually lifted himself into the seat; Cougar was happy for the little things as he closed the door and ran to the driver's seat. Jensen didn't say anything; he just sat there with his hand holding his bloodied chest, keeping the pressure. Cougar started the old black van and drove off as fast as he could.