"Quaero nunc sequente fieri in regno ... Ut ab illis…" Jensen cut off, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, Jared, I can't do this anymore. It's late, man. And let's face it, I can't remember Latin. Not that well, anyway… Let's just start back up in the morning. Okay?"
Jared gave him a look of pure amusement, but got up from the floor and flicked on the light before he blew out the candles. It was his idea to turn off the lights and use the candles, hoping it would help Jensen get into the zone. Apparently it didn't work very well.
"Okay, Jensen. Get to sleep. I'll see you in the morning, bright and early." Jared chirped happily before he walked to go to the stairs and up to his room.
"Yeah, see you, Jared… How that man can do so happy all the damn time… " Jensen mumbled as he watched at the younger man walk up the stairs. He sighed before he lounged down on the couch, grabbed the remote on the coffee table and turned on the television. At least now he could just relax and not worry about stupid Latin. Seriously, why did they even have to use Latin?! The actor sighed again, flipping through the channels, trying to find something interesting. After a few minutes of useless searching, he settled on a crappy soap opera and shut his eyes. He was exhausted. Jensen didn't even bother to turn the lights or the television off, he just drifted off to sleep.
Light was pouring in from the window, shining right into Jensen's eyes. He groaned and rolled over, the couch a lot more uncomfortable than he remembered. And a lot bigger. The actor didn't really pay any mind to it, since he was still in his half-asleep state. After a few moments however, Jensen opened his eyes and looked around.
Something was wrong. Nothing looked familiar. This wasn't Jared's house.
Jensen flailed, falling right off of the bed. A sharp pain ran up through his back and he winced before sitting up and looking around. Where the hell was he? If he didn't know any better, he would guess that he fell asleep on set in one of the boys' motel rooms.
The actor got up and started to look around. It really did look like one of the motel sets. He saw a bag and dug around in it. Fake IDs. Check. A lot a plaid. Check. Fake guns. Check. Wait, these guns weren't fake. How did Jensen know? Because when he was checking out a nice looking pistol, he accidentally flicked the safety off and he fired the gun.
Jensen's eyes went wide and his first instinct was to run out the door. He woke up in a strange place, with real guns. Someone kidnapped him. Oh god, he was going to be murdered. The actor ran out the door, and immediately ran into someone. He didn't think he could be more scared. That was until he looked up to see who he ran in to. It was…. Himself?
The look alike looked about as shocked as Jensen, but then he reached for something. A knife. Jensen was frozen in place. What the hell was going on? The look alike slashed with the knife, and Jensen jumped back at the last second, but his arm just cut. Jen saw a confused look on the other's face, seemingly frozen in place, just how Jensen was a few moments ago. Now the actor just turned and ran.
He would figure this out later. Right now, he just needed to run.