Out of the Blue –Cari
The kids were in bed, thank God. I didn't know how much more of this day I could take. I had finally gotten all my emails answered and stashed in the right folders and the bills I had been putting off were finally paid but the only thing I really wanted to do was sit down for two minutes and really think about what happened earlier. I mean, come on, Jensen Ackles…the real Jensen Ackles!
My phone had blown up from the moment I had dropped them off, three phone calls in a row from Kathy wanting to know every detail and then there was the IMs from Facebook. People I hadn't talked to in ages were sending messages about both Jared and Jensen's little live feed, of course with me being tagged in it, it went right to my page and having a public page with already 1200 followers made it an overwhelming drive home. I finally had to shut the stupid volume off but I did call Kathy.
In fact, the call to my favorite lady lasted the whole trip home and then some as I gushed over the boys, mostly my interaction with Jensen. Kathy let me know her daughter was jealous, hell I was jealous and it happened to me. I wish I had more pictures. Anyway, back to the night at hand. It had been about nine hours from the time I dropped them off, and counting down the information I had gathered from the flight information, they had about an half-hour before decent and another thirty before real touchdown and hopefully contact.
The IMs had finally stopped at least I had thought, until it pinged once more. I was aggravated, frustrated and downright pissed off if I had to answer another one of those…and that was when I picked up the phone and looked at the little "chathead" that was on my phone. Okay, I knew what Jensen's public page looked like, and I knew he sent me a request from a private one so, why did this one not look like the public page.
Popping it open, I smiled at the message, him wanting to say thank you for helping out today. Well, either my heart was going to give out or my brain was going to go into overload because I never really thought he was going to keep in touch. I replied as nonchalant as I could, because I wasn't much for fangirling, and I was sure he didn't want to hear it.
The conversation was pretty light, but damn, he was still in the air and he was sending me through Wi-Fi…I really needed to get out more. Our short-lived IM conversation was cut off by him having to go, and by the message, it seemed he was being secretive about what he was doing and I smiled after watching the online light go off.
Great, now it was eleven, five o'clock wake-up call for the kids and off to school they went, which meant bed for me, but Holy Hell, how was I going to sleep when Jensen had sent me messages literally right out of the blue. He was in the sky, flying over God only knows where and here I was, in my pajamas and pink flowered bathrobe, thank God he didn't decided to video chat.
The lights were off, the kids were quiet and I had finally gotten my mind to settle down so that I could drift off to sleep, but that was when it happened. The messenger pinged again and I was wide awake. Usually I slept through them all but this one I couldn't ignore.
JensenAckles: AS SOON AS I SEE YOU'VE READ THIS, I'M CALLING. ANSWER THE PHONE!
Jesus, Jensen, pushy much? I rolled my eyes and waited, but there was nothing. Finally as I was about to start texting back the music on my phone began to play. My youngest, Rowan, was asleep in the bed just across the room from me and I swiped to accept quickly. Sliding out of bed, I pressed the phone to my ear and smiled, practically skipping down the stairs.
"Hello," I whispered, the smile in my voice probably matched the stupid one that was stuck on my face,
"Hey," Jensen's deep voice did wild things to my insides as I plunked down on the couch. "Awe, shit, I forgot the time difference! Did I wake you up? You sound kind of sleepy."
"No, I had just gone to bed, besides the Brat Prince is still up battling some zombie hoard!" I laughed. "It's only midnight."
"Wait, one of your kids is up playing video games?" This seemed to stun him just a bit, but I was pretty sure I had told him about my kids at some point in time during our conversation.
"He's eighteen and finally has a day off tomorrow so it's all out zombie apocalypse going on right now. He's pretty quiet though, only the occasional swear here and there." I listened to him give a small chuckle. "Hey how was your flight? And where are you hiding? It's pretty quiet."
"I, ah, bribed Clif to get Jared away for a few minutes so I could seek off to the bathroom." His voice was low and just had the right amount of childishness in it to make me believe he had done just that. "The flight was good, I wasn't…too antsy. Would saying I just wanted to call you be too much too soon?"
"No," I shrugged, but then again who was I to know this, "I mean, I don't know, it's never happened to me before but if you admitted that, I'll admit that I was like a 13-year-old girl when I got your message."
"Yeah, I didn't know where to go with that, just had to reach out to you." I heard him sigh, like this was all some sort of relief for him. "Where are you, if the kids are sleeping?"
"In my living room, hiding on a dark couch, hoping none of them came downstairs." I laughed and curled my legs up under me. "You aren't going to ask me what I'm wearing , are you?"
"Yeah, because that wouldn't be awkward at all." Jensen seemed to relax the longer we were on the phone but in between the dorky questions and answers, there was a silence there that seemed to speak volumes.
"Can I ask you a question?" Probably the twentieth question since the call began, but who was really counting.
"Yeah, anything," I could almost see him standing against the wall, phone to his ear, with his ankles crossed.
"Why are you hiding from Jared?"
"Ah, that…" not the response I was thinking I was going to get but I needed to see where it went, "he gets me, you know like most brothers do and he could tell I was thinking about you. We sort of have this rule and I think he's afraid I might break it…with you."
"We're seriously a million miles away and he's afraid you're going to break a bro-code?" I smiled but I could tell he wasn't. "Jensen, you can be friends with a girl, you know that right?"
"Yeah, tell that to my little brother." He gave a half-giggle. "Listen, Cari, I don't want to, but I have to go. We're almost home and I need to see my kids."
"Are you really going to explain yourself to me?" The smile faded from my face as I thought of exactly what was going on. "Okay, so here's the deal, you go do what you have to, and I'll do what I got to and we'll talk…even if it's just a message, text, IM. Now that I have your number, I can stalk you too."
"Sounds like a plan," and this time it was a full chuckle and a smile in his voice. "Hey, this is going to sound strange, but can you send me a picture? I mean, not one of THOSE pictures, but a picture, of you?"
"Only if you send me one."
"Deal," he whispered, as if it were the last time he was going to say anything to me. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Goodnight, Cari."
"Hey, Jen," I stopped him as soon as he said my name and listened to the pause. "There's nothing wrong with us, you know that right?"
"I know," he sighed, and the phone disconnected.
With a deep breath and a racing heart, I took the phone away from my ear and looked at the black screen. Just for shits and giggles, to make him realize that I wasn't fooling around, I found the best mirror in the house, put on a good shirt and took a million selfies before I got the right one, which I immediately sent to his phone. Yeah, not girlie at all but definitely no duck faces.
I plugged the phone in and settled down into bed, praying that I would fall asleep fast because there was so much I had to do tomorrow and morning was coming fast. I had just settled into the pillows when my phone went off again, two dings this time, from a text message and I opened them up. Jensen, as close to the camera as he could get blowing me a kiss, and one as far back as he could get in the same position as I imagined him, standing against the bathroom wall, using the bathroom mirror as a way to take the shot. Just under the full length picture there was a little caption.
JA: I TOOK THIS AS SOON AS WE GOT OFF THE PHONE BUT JARED WALKED IN SO I HAD TO WAIT TO SEND IT. SENDING YOU KISSES PRINCESS. GN. J
I laughed, wanting to reply but instantly saved both to my phone. If everything I knew was right, not responding would be the best idea because he would be almost home and have Jared in the car beside him, so I sent a message through Facebook instead. Encrypted so that he would get it.
I SCREENSHOT A PIC, CAME OUT GREAT, HOPE YOU'RE HOME SAFE. C.
It was the only thing I could think of sending, and since it was from Facebook who was to say that it wasn't a screenshot of our little live stream from earlier that day and that it was just coming through on his phone after being in the air forever. I watched as it popped down, letting me know that he had seen it and I put the phone on the nightstand. I didn't expect a response and I didn't get one, which in a way made me feel more secure in it.
Life on Mars –Jensen
Life the first few weeks after our chance encounter with Cari has been total hell, and I mean not the rainbows and butterflies that Crowley makes it sound like. I mean total, unadulterated HELL! I can't concentrate on anything except maybe the few minutes in between resets where I can send a message or two. Jared thinks it to Dannie, I don't know what else to tell him, but I do know one thing, I need a vacation. I'm thinking skiing in New England…yeah, skiing, in the end of freaking September.
In the middle of my rant over the phone to Jim Michaels about how I thought that the storyline was going so far, mind you we're only about five episodes into this season, he tells me some troubling news, well trouble for production, but not for me. Apparently there was a lead that had to back out. A new storyline was unfolding and the young woman that they had going for the part was just not able to do it and this was last minute, like she needed to be on the set ASAP. It's only Monday, how hard can it be to find an actress?
"Jim, we read this script, I'm sure there are a million people that you could come up with to take this on," I grumbled, wanting to stomp my feet like a little kid because, dammit, this was cutting into my text time, but that one little stomp got me thinking. "Wait, what does this character look like? I mean, I know who and what is involved, but who exactly are you looking for to fill the part."
"Young, dark hair, lots of character. She's got to be badass, she's going to be teaming up with you and Jared." Jim sighed and I could hear him shuffling papers. "But there is nothing in any of these headshots to make me think of them even getting close to Nicci."
"Nicci, huh, would you trust me if I said I think I might know someone?" I heard Jim pause because he knew that if I said I knew someone, well than I pretty much knew everyone.
"Come to my office, if you can, show me a picture and tell me about her." Jim mumbled before hanging up the phone.
I smiled, stuck the phone in my pocket and headed up through the stage set to where Jared was waiting. He was going over lines with Misha as I skidded to a halt beside him, smiling like I have never done before, at least not that I can remember.
"I, ah, I got to go!" I laughed and watched the confusion in Jared's eyes. "Jim wanted me to come upstairs so, yeah, I'll be back."
"Jen," I heard Jared get out of his mouth before I disappeared around the corner.
It wasn't raining, which was the best thing in the world, because I could run faster without the worry of slipping on my shoes and falling on my ass. It didn't take me long to get to the stairway, and pause. This wasn't something I could spring on her, not like this, so the next best thing was a surprise text message.
ARE YOU ON AGENCYPROTALENT? WHAT SITES ARE YOUR HEADSHOTS ON?
It took her a minute to respond, and I knew it might considering the last thing she sent me was: I'M DRIVING IN CT, NO TEXTING, CALL ME.
But of course I couldn't call, this was too big. My phone buzzed back at me and I got two small answers
Cari G: YES. And ACTORSACCESS TOO.
I smiled as I stuffed the phone back in my pocket, feeling it vibrate once more before I got to the floor that the Supernatural office was located on inside the WB building. Pulling out the phone, I looked at her question.
Cari: WHY?
With a quickness that I didn't think my fingers had, I typed back: I'LL LET YOU KNOW.
Great, leaving her up in the air like that was really going to go over well with her when she was on the way to an interview or audition, not that she would tell me what she was doing all the time but the driving was a dead giveaway. I moved through the office and stopped at Jim's door. His desk was filled with folders, 8x10 images and more paperwork than I had ever seen, but he stopped what he was doing and placed his hand folded together on the stack.
"What do you got?" He questioned. I pointed to the laptop beside him, unable to use my words as I was still trying to catch my breath. I typed in her name, pulled up her picture, at least the latest one I could find and turned the screen towards him. Jim sat back, his face not totally shocked by the girl on the screen but he was definitely interested. "Wait, I know her."
"What?" I questioned and watched as he took the laptop and logged into LinkedIn. There she was, one of his contacts and she had been having a conversation with him for quite a while now, but her profile never pointed out that she was acting now. "Huh, she does act, I mean I don't know how long she's been doing it, but I can tell you this, she can change a tire without help from you or me."
"This is the Cari you were telling me about, the one that helped you to the airport?" Jim questioned, sitting back in the chair. "She lives in Massachusetts."
"I know," I shrugged and didn't really see the problem with it but Jim thought for a few minutes.
"Do you think she can get to LA by THIS weekend?"
"I can MAKE her get to LA by this weekend if you need her there." I gave him a devilish smile and watched as he nodded.
"Call her up, see what she can do and make it happen, Jensen, but listen, this is on you." I understood what he was talking about, I was basically vouching for a newbie to the industry but there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity to get up here.
I stood from the room and raced out into the hall, she wasn't going to believe me, not at all.
