*Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are owned by Eric Kripke. No copyright infringement is intended in the publishing of this story*

You've all read the authors note, so let's not prolong the suspense, here it is...chapter 10.

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You know those mornings, the ones where you wake up and you can't decide whether you're still dreaming or not, well that' the dilemma I've been struck with this morning. Of course logically I know that I'm awake, I don't see any bogeymen in the corners or any banshees tucked away in the corners of the ceiling, it's just silent, content, the semblance of any normal day.

Why you may ask is it that I'm feeling this way...I have no freaking idea, It's just that I don't remember ever feeling this happy in life; I have a solid career, a lot of new friends, and maybe one in particular...that I'd like to get closer with. Brandon, I can't believe I ever actually thought he was gay; the boy reeks of masculinity, a true ovation to the male image!

Last night I think we may have broken through the final barriers of friendship into something more, I mean, you don't spend all night at the side of a hospital bed if you don't care about the person right...right?

Agh anyway, for me to make any progression in this matter I must first get out of bed, screw dreaming, I want this in reality.

As I moved wobbly over to the vanity in the bathroom I looked over myself carefully, the head wound hadn't really left any marks, a bit of bruising I suppose, but nothing that Supernatural's talented makeup department couldn't fix up.
"Okay," I said to the mirror, "Let's go to work".

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I rocked up to the production gates with a comforting sense of familiarity, already feeling the bliss of home in the miss-match haze of sets.

"Luisa! Oh thank god your okay, should you be at work? Maybe you should take it easy for a few days, go home relax, recover," recited the woman, who at closer inspection was no other than my lovely makeup artist

"Wow news spreads fast" I groaned annoyed, "Thank you for worrying but I'm fine...really" I added when she narrowed her eyes at my bruises. I sidestepped any further questioning by claiming I had to go run some lines.

The inside of my trailer had never been more welcoming; I greeted the soft leathery cushions with a reverence that even I didn't understand. Even better a kind of shrine had been erected in my honour, a lot of get well cards and "Glad your okay" themed gifts arranged kitchen table.

With schedule in hand I headed over to makeup to rid myself of any sign of trauma caused by the stupid crane. I was tutted and fussed over, but eventually set free to go to wardrobe.

And here it was...Brendan's trailer, you'd think a door wouldn't be so confronting but no, it was. I kicked around the gravel at my feet wondering how I should play this interaction, confident? Sexy? Blasé?

The door suddenly swung open and knocked me to the ground, "perfect, clumsy and awkward it is..." I muttered to myself defeated. I looked up and saw Brendan looking down at me in all his glory.
"You okay?" he laughed, pulling me up and into the trailer.
"Wonderful", I muttered, getting a better feel for my surroundings.
"You seem to have a knack for falling down" he laughed, casually grabbing my hand.

"I know right" I snorted in a very unlady like manner, "I reek of eloquence".
"Well I think it's cute" he said smiling, moving to tuck some a stray hair behind my ear. I chose that moment to realise our proximity in the small compartment, and the warmth of his hand in mine...

He seemed to shake out of the moment first, getting flustered and declaring he needed to grab my outfit. I groaned into my hands, today was not going great for me. He returned looking a bit sheepish and handed me a pair of carefully dyed and tattered blue jeans, some cool vintage boots, a crimson v-neck shirt and a silver locket. I started to head out of the van when he grabbed my hand,
"Try not to fall down today, for my sake as well as yours" he whispered, kissing my hand before returning back to the confines of his trailer.

I just want to say right now, that I should be granted a god damn award on behalf of self control for not fist pumping in the air at that moment; although I may have let out a kind of hysterical giggle before running back to my trailer to get changed.

The scene we were shooting today was the escape from the "creepy house" a.k.a my characters glorified prison cell; I was really looking forward to do some more scenes with the guys.

I'd been informed by my lovely P.A Summer that we were shooting on set today in stage 4, as I wondered over to the stage (dodging as many apologetic camera men as I could) I wondered where the boys where? I mean they normally reek havoc around the set...But I haven't heard a peep from them all morning...odd.

"Luisa!" yelled someone catching up to me

"Casti ah...I mean Misha!" I said mortified,

"I'll choose to let that one go for today", he laughed patting me on the shoulder.
I laughed nervously and tried to salvage some of my bruised pride, "Are you in this scene?" I asked, genuinely curious
"Evidently", he stated, not entirely happy about it; "I was informed by our lovely writers this morning that the exit you guys are meant to make wasn't "realistic" enough, so they're bringing me in to save the day," he said flexing his arm muscles jokingly.

You don't sound very happy about it though"...I inquired confused.
He laughed jovially, "ah, no I'm happy to do the scene; I just hate getting new lines within 15 minutes of the shoot", he explained.

I halted abruptly in front of the stage doors in shock...I hadn't prepared for this, I grabbed Misha's shoulders frantically,

"Wait! Does this mean I have new lines! I didn't get any...no one told me anything...god I'm not ready...no no no no" I groaned horrified, on the verge of hyperventilating.

He looked incredibly surprised at my mini break down, "Luisa, shit...calm down, breathe" he laughed. "Nothing much has changed for yours AT ALL, if anything just a few lines at the end, which they'll give you before you shoot, everything's okay" he reassured me, still finding some amusement in my panic attack.

I slowly unclawed my hands from their position on Misha's shoulders, looking up at him sheepishly, "sorry about that I uh..." with no valid excuse I just patted him pathetically on the shoulder and walked through the set doors into the stage.

"These people do not do things half way" I muttered looking over the set, the room was exactly like the prison style setting of the house on location, but it was open so the cameras could get better shots and angles...or so I assume at least. Walking over to the group of people huddled over near the director I was greeted pleasantly, and thankfully not fawned over for any "injuries" I may have had.

"Welcome back Luisa, I hope were all nice and prepared today" he began warily,

"Wait", I said confused, "Where are the boys? Aren't they kind of a big part of this scene..."

He rubbed his eyes tiredly in response, "The boys are currently...indisposed, they'll be here soon, in the mean time I'll just prep the light guys for the scene, if you'll excuse me folks", he explained walking away.

By now I was thoroughly confused...wasn't this their job, what could possibly be keeping them fro –

An incredibly loud veering noise interrupted my train of thoughts,

"...me" I said half astonished half exasperated,
"Mini bikes! Mini bikes are what's holding up this scene"

Jensen ran up to me happily, "THEYRE SO MUCH FUN" he yelled loudly, the engines must have drowned out his ear drums a bit...I thought warily.

"So I can see...where's Jared", I enquired not entirely sure I wanted to know,

"I lost him somewhere near the last turn, the man drives like a grandma" he chuckled.

Just then Jared came storming in baring a helmet but mysteriously no bike... "Really man?" he thundered, "really" he yelled accusingly at Jensen.
"What did he do" I asked narrowing my eyes at the now slightly sheepish Jensen.
"I was so winning! Then he pushed me off my damn bike into the snow" he said outraged

"Jensen!" I yelled shocked, smacking him on his very...Very...Muscular arm, "You could have really hurt him!"They both looked very confused at my conclusion.
"I don't care about that" said Jared confused,
"Yeah there was snow on the ground anyway" stated Jensen,

"Wait ... I'm sorry what's the issue here then?" I asked thoroughly confused.
"He cheated!" yelled Jared pointing an accusatory finger at Jensen.

"Seriously", I deadpanned, "You don't care that the man threw you from a moving vehicle, precariously onto the ground" I said exasperated, "You care that he beat you".

"Game is game" stated Jensen seriously"

"Ugh" I muttered walking away from the idiots.

"Wait what did we do?" I heard Jensen mutter confusedly to Jared

"Okay now that were all nice and punctual" he said looking fixedly upon the boys, "What do you say we try and actually get through some of the script today" he said in a falsely optimistic voice.

"Woo!" exerted Misha mockingly.

Choosing to ignore his comment the director took us to the centre of the room,
"Okay, so we all know where we left off right?" he asked.
"So Luisa it's going to be pretty much like a bottle episode from here, the guys will try to make a lot of attempts to escape, so just do what feels right". He turned to the boys apprehensively, "I don't suppose you need me to instruct you where to be after 4 years on the job do I?" he asked rhetorically walking away.

"We love you Bobby!" they yelled dramatically.

I quickly moved into place on the rough cold stone floor, assuming my displacement for counting the tiles again. The guys stopped joking and put on their business faces, moving to the corner and entering a kind of huddle"

"Okay lights, Sound!" yelled bobby, "Set, marker?"

"Supernatural, episode 14, scene 6, take 1" yelled a tech,

"And Action!"

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Sorry Kiddies, I'll make sure I have a nice big scene for the next chapter. Just to clarify a few questions I saw previously, Brandon is at this moment...17, I'll probably change my mind later, but that's about it. Also I'm declaring now that Bobby (a.k.a Robert Singer) will be the director for all the scenes, just to make things easier. Sorry if it's not what you're used to, I haven't written these characters for a while, so I'm a bit out of touch. Please ask me any questions guys about things you don't get or I've failed to explain well, and yeah.

Thanks for reading.

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