These boots are made for… - Cari

An asskicking! That was exactly what Jensen needed, an asskicking. I was able to duck in and out of a few of the spots where the crew had set up some small tents to hold all the equipment that they managed to squeeze into the vans that they brought, but it was just outside the second one that I felt the hand on my arm.

I turned, surprised by the sudden feeling of being grabbed, and lashing out with an open palm, regretting it as soon as it hit the hard, flat stomach of the one that had grabbed me. I heard the air leave him and a familiar huff as the hand released me and I was able to see Jensen in full view with the lights above.

"Jensen?" I whispered as he bent down, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath and he put one hand up, before attempting to stand. "What the hell are you following me for?"

"I was worried." He said as he pushed the words out and I wanted to be mad, I really did but he was still trying to catch his breath. "I needed to make sure you were okay."

"I think I can take care of myself." I growled at him, and it really did sound like I was about to bite his head off.

"Obviously." He backed up against the wall and waited, rubbing his stomach as our eyes connected. "I'm sorry."

"For?" I could feel his eyes on me as I paced. "For blowing up over a picture, for following me? For looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" He was curious now, and I smiled as all the other questions seem to be overlooked.

"Like I'm something you have to keep a secret, and don't tell me that it's because the first episode hasn't aired and you know guest stars and blah, blah, I know how that all works, but I swear, Jen, you think that what we have needs to be kept a secret." I watched the shock cross his face, and I realized that he had never thought of it that way, apparently only I was the one truly affected by the way that we snuck around the corner for a hug, or whatever.

"You think I'm keeping you a secret?" He questioned. I shook my head as I pinched the top of my nose.

"I don't know what I think," I answered and stepped closer to him, the both of us checking out the area for eyes that didn't need to be on us, and I could feel my own teeth biting down on my bottom lip hard enough to feel the pinch. I reached out a shaking hand and placed it on the spot that I had knocked the wind from him. "I'm confused, Jensen. I didn't think being on set with you would be this hard."

"What do you mean?" This caught his attention and his hand automatically came up to touch mine.

"Do you know the reason why I take off as soon as I wake up, to get dressed and go to make up?" I whispered and watched him straighten up completely, that hand still protectively pressing on mine. "Every moment that I'm alone and not doing anything, every second that I have to think about anything, it's always you…you're always in my thoughts and sometimes, the thoughts go so south, that I scare myself."

"South?" I smiled at him and watched as he nodded. "Rule breaking south."

"More than that, Jen," I sighed, how did I say this without sounding completely mad in the head? "If I had to, I don't think I could live without you in my life. How fucked up is that? I mean not that I'm complaining but Jesus, think about it, if they killed me off in the next four weeks, if they sent me home, what the hell would I do? I'd go out of my mind because I need you." I stepped back from him and shook my head. "I've never needed anyone before, Jensen, never, so yeah, it's pretty fucking scary."

The phone went off in his pocket and Jensen looked at it quickly, before looking up at me. "Jared said they're looking for us."

"Of course they are." I shook my head as Jensen pushed away from the wall, keeping my hand in his as he took a few steps before turning back to me.

"You know, you're not the only one completely thrown off by this." He admitted, and I watched as he became completely serious.

"I'm not?"

"I have never fallen into anyone before, and it's fucking scary as all hell, but there isn't a moment that goes by that I regret anything that I do with you." His words coursed through me like a fire, tingling every nerve, and I closed my eyes and tried to hold it in. "I meant what I said in the bathroom. I need you, and even if I'm not sure what the hell that mean, I do know one thing. I couldn't live without you in my life either." He watched my lips quiver as I felt his eyes on me, suddenly he was tugging at my hand, pulling me closer as he wrapped his arms around me. "This is so different than anything I have ever felt and I'm scared too, so if I go off on some wild bit about some stupid photo it's because I don't understand what's happening to me."

"Jensen!" Jared said as he rounded the corner and watched as the two of us looked at him. Jared sighed, walked over and wrapped his arms around both of us before he grabbed both our arms and dragged us back to set.

I smiled as I felt Jared's hands around my waist. "Don't get any funny ideas."

"Yeah, well that ship has sailed." He teased as he lifted me up to the fire escape. I crouched down once safely where I needed to be and smiled at him. "You, me and funny ideas, kind of my thing."

"See you in a few." I laughed and looked over at Jensen, who smiled and gave me a bit of a wave as I moved further up the metal staircase, just out of sight of their cameras, where I could sit quiet and watch. I didn't tell them that they had changed the closing scene, that it wasn't just going to be me, but also Misha as well, a little meeting of the minds.

Jensen turned to look around the alley, I was gone, had just snapped my fingers and disappeared from sight but Jensen was shaking his head as Jared stepped into the shot. From above I couldn't see the faces, couldn't make out the way that they were expressing any of it, but I could hear just about every word that came from their mouths.

"What happened?" Jared questioned with confusion as Jensen shrugged.

"I don't know, Man," he sighed, "one second she was here, the next she was gone."

"And the finger?"

"Gone with her." Jared waved his arms in frustration. "She said something about the book. She said that the book could kill you."

"Not anything we haven't run into before, Dean." He switched the weight on his leg, staring down at Jensen who looked away for a moment. "Wait, you believe her. She's a Nephilim, Dean, she could be telling you a thousand lies."

"And she could be telling the truth. We know the lore, Sammy, we know that there is something dangerous about that book." Jensen barked.

"She got to you, didn't she?"

"What?" Jensen growled. "What? No! She didn't "get to me"." He was starting to get annoyed. "Come on, let's go."

The moved off set, to walk down the street, the cameras followed as I stood and moved to the top of the building where the second unit was waiting. Action was called as I flipped my legs over and sat up on the concrete wall. For a second I acted as if I were alone, but slowly I looked up, towards Misha, who stood there looking right at me. I shook my head and took a deep breath.

"What?" I asked calmly, but the frustration filled me.

"I heard you went by the bunker today."

"Are you my father now?" I placed my hands down on the blocks and looked over at him, giving myself a moment to take a breath. "I did."

"Why?"

"Maybe it's my human side, Cas," I said with some confusion, as if I wasn't even sure why. "I don't want to see them hurt."

"Neither do I." Misha stepped forward and looked down at me. "That's why we have to go back there with the item."

"I'm not giving them the one thing that could seriously put them in danger." I stood and faced him. "The spell they're working on, I've seen it before, I know what it can do. If you love them, truly consider them family, Cas, you'll put a stop to this right now."

"They are my family, and so are you, so you need to come with me."

"Dean wants me dead, Cas, do you really think the safest place for me is in a Men of Letters bunker with two of the most dangerous hunters alive?" Misha looked at me, a stern but acknowledging look that made me shake my head. "If you love me, you'll let me disappear."

"I can't do that, Nic, and you know that." Misha's eyes were pleading and I sighed, looked out over the city and then turned to look up at him.

"Fine, we'll do it your way," I answered and let the emotions run over my face as CUT was yelled and I finally smiled at the man.

"For a quick rewrite that was great." Misha laughed as he walked over and hugged me.

"Yeah, I'm wondering about the hair though, will it give away that it was the same scene?" Misha and I walked towards the stairway located inside the building as the crew began to shut down, but he shook his head.

"How many times have you seen Jensen in that red shirt. They won't know your character well enough to put it together yet, but it's definitely something we're going to have to bring up to them."

When we reached the bottom, we waited for Jensen and Jared to make their way back to the building. They had to walk around the corner, conversation going before they got into the Impala and "drove away", but I watched as the car pulled up and Jensen smiled out the driver's side window.

"Hey sexy want a ride?" he laughed and I looked up at Misha.

"I think he's asking you," I said and watched as the man shook his head and pushed me towards the car. Pretty well blocked by onlookers, I let him slip in the back first before I climbed in behind him and Jared turned in the seat. With a wink, I stuck my tongue out and watched him shake his head.

"How was it?" He questioned.

"They changed it up again, continuity issues with scenes already shot." I replied as I got comfortable and watched things zoom by. Little things like rides in the car were slowly becoming less and less, which bothered me just a bit. "Hey, can I borrow someone's car?"

"You want to borrow one of our cars?" Jensen giggled but looked back in the rearview at me, and his smile faded. "Where would you even go?"

"For a drive." I sighed and shrugged. "How about a gym?" I watched him glance over at Jared and shrug.

"There's a spot on set that you could use as a gym, I mean, we have a small make-shift weight room." Jared replied and turned in his seat to look at me. "You okay?"

"I just…" I stopped, not wanting to get him upset, so I smiled and nodded. "I'm just used to doing a quick walk on the treadmill, not a big deal." But I could feel the anxiety creeping up on me, not something I was fond of.

Jared looked over at Jensen, and I could tell by their exchange that this was going to be a long, drawn out ordeal that might bring me into next week, but I needed to get out. It was one thing to be on set all day but something altogether different when you weren't able to run free, or drive when the need became too much.

They pulled the Impala on set, and I let both Jared and Jensen walk me back to the trailer but Misha had decided he was going home that night and kissed my cheek quickly before taking off in his own car, headed to the house.

Jared hugged me at the door, making some poor excuse for ducking out as he glanced over at Jensen. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trick the two of them had cooked up as I opened the door and stepped in, with Jensen right behind me.

"What's going on?" He asked as soon as the door was closed and I shrugged my coat off, leaving it on the couch as I shrugged and turned to look at him. "You've never said anything about the gym."

"You've never asked." I replied and watched him, put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, a move that told me he wasn't going anywhere. With a deep breath, I shook my head, this is going to get me nowhere fast unless I opened my mouth to him. "I need an out, Jen."

"An out?" He questioned, "like out of here? Off set?"

"No, like a physical out." I closed my eyes and never noticed that the distance between us had disappeared until I could feel the heat from him. His hand glided down my arm until he was holding my fingers in his and I opened my eyes slowly. "Okay, fine, the anxiety of being on set always comes to a head at some point. I've been able to hold it off but I can feel it creeping up."

"Your chest pains?"

I smiled, "I wish."

"Then, what?"

"It's fight or flight, and usually it's a little of both, so at home I get in my car and drive, kind of like Dean with the Impala, a gypsy on the move. Sometimes I got to the gym and walk, or run, usually walk because the people there make me self-conscious."

"So, it's happening now?" The worry in his eyes didn't lessen as I nodded. "Okay, so go put on a pair of sweats and a tee you don't mind getting sweaty and I'll take you over to the gym."

"Yeah, like you being in the room isn't going to make it easier." I laughed as he let me go and I disappeared into my room, reappearing only after digging through the clothes I had brought to find my workout pants and my "Rebel Dean" shirt. His brows went up, as the smile crossed his face while he looked at my shirt. "What can I say, you and Dean both make me feel safe."

"Okay." He laughed and handed me my coat. "Come on, I'll show you the bat cave."

The two of us walked across set, ducking into a small building with no windows after he unlocked the door with the small set of keys he held tightly in his hand. At least it was warm inside the building but as he flicked on the lights I saw only a few things. One treadmill, a pull up bar, some weights and a giant mat.

"This is where Jared and I go to work out. No one else comes in here, much, unless we're getting taught a lesson in some things, like martial arts." Jensen whispered as I looked around. I smiled at set up, it was very quiet, and Jensen stood at the door. "I can sit here if you want, and just let you go."

"No," I whispered and kicked off my shoes, before stepping onto the mat. "Can you show me some?" I watched that tongue dart out, his eyes scan the room and he stepped forward. "Moves I mean?"

"You know moves, Cari, what do you want me to show you?" I shrugged and watched as he came closer. "Okay, well I could teach you a few things I guess."

Things didn't go exactly that way. He didn't really show me much of anything except that he was a lousy faker. I knew there was no way that I was getting the best of him with the moves I was making but moving in any way was taking my mind off the show.

The last move I made, after an hour of going rounds with him, was to take out his knee as he held me from behind, throwing him off balance and before he could blink, he was on the mat below me, as I straddled his waist.

"I'm pretty sure this wasn't what I meant by a workout." I laughed and moved off him. Jensen stretched left arm out as he pulled me down to rest on his chest, wrapping his arms around me as we both stared up at the ceiling "Shouldn't you be going home?"

"Yeah," he said softly as his fingers brushed up and down the bare skin of my arms.

"Jensen," I whispered and watched as he continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Hmm?" I tried to move from his grasp but he groaned in protest and just decided that I was going to lay there with him.

"So, no going home?"

"Ut-uh," he mumbled and his arms tightened, those fingers moving over to my hair and he turned and kissed my forehead.

"I'll be okay, you know." I laughed and felt him shrug. I knew without a doubt that there was no way I was getting rid of him tonight. "So we'll just stay here, and cuddle on the mat?"

"Um-hmm," and who was I to argue with the noises the man was making. Closing my eyes, I let the quietness of the room take over, the beat of his heart right below my ears.

My first episode was done, I was officially on Supernatural.

To Be Continued in Paradoxical Plane (J2 Part 3)