FIC: Four Stallions

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Title: Four Stallions
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve Jensen/Jared
Rating: FRA
Summary: Prompt – spirit guides

Everything was out of balance. Chaos rolled across the physical and spiritual planes like ocean waves. At the cardinal points, four magnificent stallions assessed the damage.

*Black Stallion stood North. The “Void” where Answer lives, and the power of entering Darkness and finding the light.

Yellow Stallion stood East, the teacher illuminating others.

Red Stallion stood South, balance between hard work and joy of play.

White Stallion stood West, carrier of messages from the others representing wisdom in power. Embodiment of the balanced medicine shield.*

It had been years since they gathered, but with these conditions, there was no choice but to find new Keepers.

As the four travelled the spirit road, a scent tickled the nostrils of Black. The smell of rain drew him. Jensen was the colors of Desert and spring, his spirit empathetic, but grounded. His voice carried the charisma of the Fae.

The other stallions joined Black, snorting their surprise that in this morass of humanity, they each found a Keeper.

Red Stallion saw Jared. His spirit carried the joy of a child, with adult understanding. The stallion caught the scent of mint as the tall man laughed at his companions.

Yellow Stallion’s breath ruffled the blonde hair of a man holding a guitar, smoking sacred tobacco. Steve smelled of cedar and the stories he carried in his soul staggered the spirit guide.

White Stallion continued searching for one that would bind them together. Sage and sweet grass filled his nose, along with the blood of the old ones. He moved closer and came face to face with Wolf and Crow. The protectors moved aside, giving White Stallion access to his Keeper. 

He had pale eyes, but Brother Sun showed White Stallion that Christian carried Black, Red and Yellow with him. The Keepers were already bound together.

That night, they dreamt of vast herds of horses that flowed to the four.

Next morning, Chris and Steve stumbled into the living room to find Jensen and Jared already on the couch. Jensen up before the crack of noon on Sunday was telling.

“Dreams?” He asked voice scratchy with fatigue. Jared curled around him like a sock monkey.

Steve and Chris piled together in the oversized chair.

“Yeah.” Steve sighed.

“Horses?” Jared asked. All nodded.

“When I was a kid,” Chris’ rasp drew their attention, “my grandma told stories about spirit stallions. Was from the Arapahoe.”

“So what’s that mean to us?” Steve tucked his chilled feet under Chris. “My stallion was yellow.”

They turned to Jensen and Jared.

“Black.” Jensen mumbled.

“Red.” Jared crawled over Jen to find coffee.

“White.” Chris finished.

“So the four of them picked the four of us?” Jensen asked confused. “Why?”

Chris started to shrug as a breeze ruffled his hair. White Stallion breathed in his ear.

“We can reach those who need to hear what we have to teach. Restore the balance.”

Three sets of wide eyes stared. “What!” Chris complained.

Time became surreal as four lives began to mesh. Chris was the settling influence, (Who’da thought) as they learned to “hear” their spirit guides. White Stallion was demanding, though often vague, which caused the infamous Kane temper to flare.

“Damn spirit animals. Thought I left this research shit at OU.” He groused to Steve as he emailed a shaman who helped them with interpretation.

After Supernatural, the J’s moved back to LA. Leverage going strong. Nashville had been semi-successful, but after long hours actually talking, Steve and Chris decided to write and perform again. When free, Jensen would throw his talent in the mix. It wasn’t Kane, but it was successful.

Always there were seekers, after concerts, at conventions, people always asking questions. As they spread their gifts, so too did they come to embody the balance.

They became simpler, but more complicated. They were four or two or even one. From their center, the balance spread outward as the first seekers spread answers to the questions.

Likenesses of the Medicine Wheel Stallions appeared. The mythos of the Keepers grew with each telling, their true identities forgotten.

They were still successful actors, musicians, friends and lovers, but they were always the Balanced Wheel.

*Medicine Cards by Jamie Sams & David Carson