Hey Guys! So heres Chapter one of our story.

Summary: Jared Padalecki is the same Jared Jensen has known for years. But somethings different. Jared starts to have nightmares and cant sleep at night. He eventually suffers from insomnia and Jensen helps him through it before things take a turn for the worst. Throughout the filming of season 8 emotions bloom...

Warnings: Slash, maybe explicit ratings later, and the occasional incorrect spelling of words :)

Disclaimer: As far as we know just abou 0% of our story is true! Oh yah and if the CW wants to give us the rights to Supernatural then we'd gladly take it, but until then the CW owns it all. AND REMEMBER PEOPLE, this is PURELY fiction.

If you lovie it let us know, if you hate it, well tell us in a constructive critisim way intead of being mean (haha)

- 3 Casey&Vi

The ceiling was just about the single most boring place to stare at in my trailer- all made of cheap material and the colors as dull as a rock, but for some reason I couldn't tear my eyes off of it. From across the room Jensen is watching me with slitted eyes and a concerned look.

"Jen, I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all." He obviously wasn't satisfied with that answer because that irritated look was still so clearly visible on his face. He stayed quiet and continued to watch me as I squirmed under his gaze. "Jared you look awful and Gen is worried...and so am I" he spoke with such a softness I found myself answering quickly before I could keep the words from escaping my mouth.

"I just haven't been sleeping." Jensen sighed and shook his head slowly stalking towards the bed I was currently occupying. He gingerly sat down next to my sprawled out body and rested a hand on my shin. It smiled softly at his gesture and whispered, " Don't worry, I'm fine."

Jensen sighed Again, without content, but continued to rest his hand on my shin giving me a silent comfort. I stopped squirming under his now gentle expression. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Jared and Jensen. Your wanted on set in five minutes." As if my leg was made of poison and was burning hot Jensen yanked his hand of my shin and quickly paced his way over to the door.

"Meet you on set man," was all he could force out of his mouth before briskly exiting my trailer with the slam of a door. No more than two minutes later I was all decked out in my 'Sam' attire and out the door.

The short golf cart ride to the outdoor set gave me enough time to try hopelessly to respond to one of my wife's text messages.

Monday 3/13/13 6:00 PM

GEN: Tommy says hi! (picture file attached)

Tuesday 3/14/13 11:32 AM

GEN: Jare? Is everything ok? ive been calling.

Wednesday 3/15/13 9:13 PM

GEN: Hey I saw you tweet about the episode. Are you mad at me?

Friday 3/17/13 10:56 PM

GEN: Im sending Jensen to talk to u, since u wont talk to me.

Friday 3/17/13 11:17 PM

YOU: I am _(Draft Deleted)_

Looking up from the un-finished text my eyes came into contact with Jensen and Bob sharing a hushed conversation, that was most likely about me. Yah it was, judging by the flicker of Bob's eyes in my general direction. This time the sigh escaped my lip's instead of Jensen's. I offered a small smile at the new makeup artist named Kelly, no her name is Katie, oh well. She gave a bright smile in return and followed me to my seat where she applied a light dust of whatever you call this stuff to my face.

After about the tenth time Bob called cut due to the awful acting on my part he shrugged on his heavier jacket and deemed it a wrap for the night. The cold walk back to the trailer was far from refreshing. I could make out the light on the back of the golf cart Jensen so happily left on without me, and I let out a grunt kicking the snow aimlessly.

Jensen was pissed to say the least. When I returned to the trailer my duffel was packed waiting for me, so I grabbed it and headed off the van where Jensen was impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. He slid inside the van and I followed quietly. The ride home had to have been the most silent ride Jensen and I have shared since, well ever.

The only companionship I received that night was Sadie's. Together we lied in bed and watched Saturday night live re-runs until Jensen came in my room without a knock and a phone in his hand. "Talk," he stated simply pressing his phone to my ear.

"Hello?" In the background I could hear the un-mistakable cry of my son. "Gen?"

Her voice never came back over the line, only the cry of Thomas I assumed was amplified over the baby monitor. I waited for her to set the tone of the conversation but when the blank noise continued I spoke, "I'm sorry babe. Its been a rough couple of days for me and I just... I couldn't seem to find anything to say."

"Jared, I'm your wife. We are supposed to be a team, you know you can tell me anything. I'm not mad that you didn't answer my calls, just that I had to call Bob and Jensen to find out your okay. That's not fair to me Jare," the last words came out barely audible

"I know I'm pretty shitty at this whole husband-father gig," I chuckled.

"No Jare you don't, you are amazing. Like you said its just been a rough couple of days for you," she yawned.

"You're tired. I'm gonna let you get some rest. I love you Genevieve."

"love you too Jared," she whispered before the line went dead. Jensen took his phone back and looked in my eyes to a point where I became squeamish.

"So are you going to tell me what's with your new found insomnia, or am I just going to have to call Kripke and make you tell him?" His tone was all to serious and my slight happiness dulled right back to a frown.

"Can we just talk in the morning, I'm actually gonna try and get some rest."

"Fine but if we don't talk about this tomorrow morning i'm gonna call rather him or your mama, Jared."

"Your bluffing!" I snorted at the mention of my mother's name.

Jensen pushed me over onto the mattress with one hand, then stood up smiling. "Try and get some sleep you idiot." As he walked out of my room he shut the lights off I smiled. The smile quickly turned to a frown as shut my eyes. I opened them again with a gasp when the gruesome images lit up in my mind.

I was running through a dark forest. The vaguely familiar sound of snarling and barking dogs was traveling behind me becoming louder. A dim light shined on my face that was covered in dark crimson. I kept running from the unknown attacker; heavy puffs of air exiting my mouth and nose.

The creature started to approach faster and the noise grew louder. The crunching of dead leaves filled my eardrums 'crunch,crunch,crunch' . The air in my lungs became scarce as I could feel exhaustion falling over my body. I willed my eyes to stay open as they grew heavy. And just as I thought I had lost the horrendous, black-growling creature, a tree limb stretched out in front of me on the ground. 'THUNK' The sound of my body crashing to the earth sent an echo through the woods and suddenly the woods became eerily quiet.

My body lie motionless on the ground staring up at the ever so dark sky. The noise became evident almost as abruptly as it stopped when I hit the ground. My heart in my chest started to slow, and I tried with all of my will to get up, but my body felt heavy like a bag of sand on your chest. I shut my eyes trying viciously to wake up from this nightmare, when suddenly it went silent again. My eyes opened slowly as a something wet hit my face. I looked up only to terrifyingly find a foaming black snout of a monstrous dog only inches from my face. The dogs red eyes shined of blood, showing it's appetite that only begged for more blood no matter where it came from. The blood source at the moment was mine.

I stared at my reflection in the dogs eyes seeing the sheer look of terror on my face. The dog started scratching at my limbs with its crooked brown claws tearing the skin off piece by piece. I was screaming and sobbing when I began to hear a voice and my body began to shake.

The dream faded and I slowly opened my eyes to see the source of the voice in my dream. Standing over me with a concern ridden face was Jensen. I blinked slowly at him my eyes glasslike from being brimmed with tears.

"Jared can you hear me? Are you okay?" spoke Jensen, the words sounded as though they had been amplified by a thousand speaker and I held my head in agony, cupping my ears

Jensen took the hint and sat on the edge of the bed like he did not to many hours ago. I started to stutter out short words trying to find something to say, but still too shaken up from the dream to put a coherent thought together. "Shhhh," Jensen soothed using the pad of his thumb to wipe away any stray tears from my face.

"Its okay Jared none of its real I swear," he whispered, "do you want me to call Gen?" I violently shook my head no and pulled the covers high up close to my mouth longing to feel safe. Jensen shooed my body towards the left side of the bed and climbed in to my right leaning against the head board.

"When your ready to talk I am right here Jay," he still spoke with the soft comforting voice as he pushed back some stray hairs that had fell into my eyes.

Every minute or so I would glance up at Jensen to make sure he was still there, all the while knowing I had the best friend a guy could ask for. " I...uhm, nightmare," was all I could get out of my mouth before ducking my lips back under the covers.

Jensen shook his head quietly and then spoke, " I know, your screaming woke me up, and I ran down here as fast as I could. Do you want to talk about it now or later?" 'No. I don't want to talk about it at all' I thought to myself.

Jensen had obviously realized this and repeated, "Now or later? Because either way you are gonna talk to me about this Jared."

For the next half hour I repeated my dreams in quiet mummbles and stutters while Jensen listened intently. Before I could stop myself, my eyes drifted shut back into dreamworld. Only no dreams came for the rest of the night.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and my stomach growling in anticipation. I slowly rolled out of bed and onto the floor, sliding my bare feet into my slippers, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I padded down the flight of stairs it took to get to the kitchen.

Jensen was wondering around the kitchen with music playing in the background, while bacon sizzled on the stove. He spoke in a hushed tone on the phone then turned around when floorboards creaked under my feet. Jensen mumbled a quick bye into the phone and hung up. "Hey I made breakfast, want any?"

"Yah sure," I spoke getting plates out of the cabinet and laying them next to the stove making it easier on Jensen. I rested a hand on his shoulder then pulled him into a tight hug whispering, "thank you." Jensen pulled back from the embrace gripping my shoulders tight, his eyes in slits like they always do when he is concerned, " I called Bob, I'm going in later for a couple shots, but you are going to take the day off and recover."

Suddenly angered I pushed him away roughly,"I don't need you to play my mother Jensen, and I certainly don't need to recover from a nightmare. Don't decide what I need and don't need. Last time I checked I'm a grown man and can make my own decisions," I glared at him and went to turn around when his hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

" I'm just looking out for you, since obviously your not doing that for yourself! So don't sit here and tell me your fine when you've been screaming in your sleep for weeks. You need help and if your not going to talk to me then I'll just call Jeff and have him tell you to get help, since you seem to listen to him!"

" Don't make this more dramatic then it needs to be Jensen," I accused lamely.

Jensen grunted in annoyance and quickly turning on heel to go get his phone that left on the counter barely a couple feet away. "I don't know what I'm supposed to tell you," I whispered nervously at him.

Jensen stopped in his path and slowly turned around to meet my gaze. " Tell me when your hurting Jared. I cant help you unless you tell me when your scared or in pain." I sighed not wanting to fight with him and nodded, Both of our heads turned simultaneously when my phone started buzzing from the charging dock. Swiftly, I walked over and answered the phone hearing Gen cooing at Thomas. "Hey Jay. Tommy misses his daddy and wants to come visit." Her cheery voice started to give me a headache at the moment.

" Uhm, you want to fly up? Ill be working so..." I felt guilty leaving her and Tom, but I didn't want her to see me like this. " That's okay. Tommy and I can find stuff to do in Vancouver." I had to come up with something to tell her and fast, " I'm gonna be filming a lot, only home a couple hours to sleep. Ill be home for hiatus soon though Gen." Her frown was evident even through the phone. "Oh, i'll just go visit Daneel or something."

I felt an ache in my heart from the guilt, "Im so sorry babe, but in a couple weeks ill be home and you and Tommy will have me all to yourselves." the cheer was back in her voice when she spoke, "I know, I was thinking maybe we could just take a short trip to the beach like 4 days..."

I zoned out halfway through her plans only to be interrupted by, "Jay? Does that sound good?" For all I she could have just planned my death over the phone but I responded with a, "Yah that sound perfect babe, I've gotta go though. I love you talk to you later." I waited for her to respond then hung up the phone.

Jensen looked at me with disappointment in his eyes. I shifted under his gaze. "I have to go in and shoot a couple scenes. You need to vacuum- it's your turn." I nodded at his request before questioning, "Why? were not having company are we?"

Jensen furrowed his brow and glanced at the calendar, "When I said I'd have you talk to Jeff, it wasn't just random. Jeff's been planning to come up for months Jay, especially after the divorce."

"Oh," was all I could manage. I stood their awkwardly as Jensen continued to stare at me. He gave me a silent nod and walked out of the kitchen leaving the food on the counter. I left it there suddenly not hungry and got out the vacuum cleaning in silence. A vibration broke the silence that came after the vacuum was shut off. I pulled the phone out of my pocket seeing a text on the screen.

Saturday 3/18/13 11:09 AM

Jeff: I know its Sat. But Jen said he was shooting anyways, but you are home. Come pic me up from the airport.

Without a response I slipped on my shoes...which happened to be my slippers, and got in the car driving to the Vancouver airport. I saw Jeff standing outside bundled in a jacket, complete with a beanie and readers glasses. He was on his phone with someone. I parked against the curb and got out to help him with his luggage. He hung up his phone and shared a warm smile with me. I threw on a matching-but fake smile and tossed his luggage in the trunk of the Escalade.

Jeff spoke for a few minutes just sharing stories with me, but then stopped and redirected the conversation, " You look absolutely awful Jared." I responded dryly, " Gee way to make a guy feel good about himself." I frowned and stayed silent driving down the highway. "Pull into that café, were gonna sit down and have a talk." I immediately did as Jeff asked not wanting to anger him.

We got looks from the people at the café, obviously not used to star power being inside of the small community coffee house. "You gonna tell me what's wrong kid?" He sipped his coffee somehow reeking intelligence and wisdom just by the way he held his cup.

"I...i'm just going to tell you the same thing I told Jensen. I cant sleep because I'm having nightmares." I spoke stubbornly. "Yah well unlike Jensen I'm not going to accept that shit answer Jared, and from what I heard, these nightmares are more like night terrors.:

I looked down into my coffee cup basically full of whipped cream. "Is your cup interesting Jared?" Jeff spoke with a thick layer of sarcasm staring at me with a knowing stare.

A few moments pass before I spoke, "Honestly Jeff...I don't know what these dreams are. Maybe anxiety? Maybe stress? I just don't have a clue, but they scare me. They feel too real...they hurt me." I looked back down into my cup embarrassed with my confession to my long time friend and blushed slightly, my cheeks becoming warm.

I could feel Jeff's gaze settle on me. I realized how uncomfortable I get when people who matter to me focus on me that much. I can handle the press, or even the millions of fans, but my self made 'family' of Jeff and Jensen...it's too much. I did the only thing I could think of at the moment no matter how immature it was, I waked out of the coffee house.