Jensen felt a little faint, watching the curved needle dipping in and out Jared's leg without the benefit of any anastethics. Jared had snatched up the bottle of Jack that had been used to sterilise the needle and thread, and drank deeply from it, coughing after the first gulp. "No prop." he wheezed. "Gimme that, ya idjet. I still need some to pour over the wound when I'm done." Bobby growled. Jared bit his lip and Jensen grudgingly admired that the 6'4" guy hadn't given a peep while he was being stitched up. "Only four stitches, boy. Nothing nicked by that glass. You're lucky!" Bobby said and tipped up the bottle. Jared hissed in pain as the Jack hit the wound, but that was all. "Allright. I haven't heard a sound from upstairs in a while, I'm gonna see if those angelic asshats have left anything in one piece. Until I'm back you two idjets stay put, and stay quiet, understand?" They nodded and watched the grumpy old guy leave.
"Jared..." Jensen faintly called. "I think we somehow ended up inside the show, but it's real. Like really, freakishly real. This isn't Jim Beaver, but really Bobby Singer, and he truely thinks you and I are Sam and Dean Winchester." Jared put his head against the wall and bit his lip, thinking deep. "I know. I'm still trying to figure out how this could happen." Jensen huffed out half a laugh. "Yeah... Well, if the show has become reality, then probably by some kind of magic or hoodoo." Jared looked at him sideways. "You know... That might not be as idiotic as it sounds, Jensen." Jensen grinned at him. "Thanks, Jared." Suddenly a knock sounded at the door.
"Dean, Sam?" a gravelly voice sounded outside the iron door. "Why have you put up warding against angels?" Jared's eyes flicked to Jensen's. "That must be Cas." Jensen blanched. "Oh god..." Jared rolled his eyes at Jensen and sighed. "We can't let him stand there, Jensen." Another knock. "Dean? Could you please open this door, and talk to me?" Jensen cleared his throat. "Keep your socks on, Cas. I'm coming." Jared hissed. "Jensen! You idiot! It could be someone posing as Cas." Jensen glared at him. "Only an angel or demon could mimick his voice like that, and this room is warded, remember? Oh god, I actually sound like Dean." Jared chuckled. "Not fully, but you can pass it off. You are right by the way. The warding should be enough to protect us... Oh hell. Now I'm channelling Sam." Jensen grinned.
"Ahm... Guys...who is Jensen? Is he in there too? I am not sure what you are talking about, but could you please open this door? I find it less disturbing to actually talk to you in person." Jensen's eyes widened and he glanced at Jared sideways. "Angelic hearing." Jared mouthed. Jensen looked annoyed. "Cas? What the hell are you doing here?" Bobby's gruff voice sounded out behind the door. "Thank god! Bobby'll know what to do." Jensen breathed. "What am I saying? It's so weird to even consider this stuff being real, and I just roll with it?" Jared chuckled. "Maybe we've cracked, because I'm feeling like I'm rolling along with you. That's Cas and Bobby outside that door, not Misha and Jim." Jensen turned to him. "Right? Right?! I'm not even expecting Singer to call cut anymore..."