Indestructible – Cari

Set sucked! I mean really sucked. Granted it was me and Misha all day, but the fact that Alexis was with the boys on some other set in a completely different location made this whole thing SUCK! I paced quietly near the bench, and yes, another freaking bench, my hands tented over my nose and mouth. It wasn't cold outside, which was weird for the time of year, but it wasn't totally warm either, which made for a good excuse to keep pacing and not disappear into the warming trailer that they had there.

I could feel Misha's eyes on me, the way those electric blue ones followed with no judgement, and absolutely no filter, kind of like his mouth when he gave me all sorts of hell on the way here. I mean when he was explaining his issues with the plan he didn't hold anything back, so I did the same to him, no holds barred as we let out the frustrations of having this woman on set.

Don't get me wrong, I loved guest stars, loved them to death, but none of them have ever questioned what went on between us, no one ever actually even looked at us twice, any of us, so to have Alexis kind of put a wrench in our usual daily activities was something that pained me greatly. Hell, it pissed me right off.

"Could you stand put for two seconds, you're making me nauseous?" He moaned at me somewhere during the twentieth pass that I made. I stopped as requested and closed my eyes, before I turned in his direction and opened them, connecting blue to blue as I clenched and unclenched my fists. "You know they're adults, right?"

"I'm completely aware of their growth pattern, yes," I replied sarcastically and I wasn't sure if we were in Cas/Nic mode or Cari/Misha mode, but either way, the tension between the two of us was growing. With a deep breath, I moved to sit beside him, literally plunking myself down on the bench as I scooted over to touch him, link to him just by touch shoulder to thigh and I put my head on his arm. "This adulting thing is so much harder than I thought it was going to be. I mean raising my kids feels easier than this."

He gave a stark laugh, as he leaned forward, put his elbows on his thighs, breaking our connection. "Lots of things seem to be easier than this somedays."

"Mish, what's the matter with you?" I questioned. It was pretty direct and his head nearly swung around Exorcist style to look at me. "Sorry, that came out wrong, but really, what the hell has you so worked up?"

He sat back at that point, put his arm on the bench behind me, leaning in and suddenly I felt trapped as his other hand came down to the seat just on the other side of my leg. He was close, very, very close and it wasn't as if we had comfort issues with space but the look in his eyes told me there was something up.

"I'm confused." He admitted.

"About what to have for lunch, or what to do with the emotions that's streaming through your eyes?"

"How can it be that obvious to you?" He questioned, like the hours we spend on set wouldn't give me some insight into his Krushnic brain. "Vicky and I have been together for a very long time and I love her, I really do. I've never had… feelings for anyone else but her, so I'm sorry, if I seem out of sorts, but you're pretty much driving me fucking crazy."

"Wait, this whole deal between you and Vicky is because of me?" I smiled shaking my head, "seriously?"

"Have you ever questioned what you feel for Jensen? For Jared?"

"I question everything every day, Misha, there's nothing inside me that doesn't make me wonder if what I'm feeling is right or wrong." I reached up and placed a hand on the side of his neck, thumbing over his cheeks as I watched the confusion deepen. "I love you, you know that, as much as I love Jared, but…"

"And see, therein lies the issue, what do you do with it?" He wanted to move out of my touch, I could feel him stiffen as he moved his hand from beside my thigh to cover mine. "What if you didn't know how you truly felt? What if you questioned how much you loved someone?"

"Do you think you love me more than you should?"

"I think it's different that I expected."

"it's not a crime to care about someone a little more than you wanted. What did you tell me when this first started? When Jensen and I first admitted to what the hell was going on between us? Don't you think you should take your own advice, see where it goes?" I smiled.

"You're with Jensen, there is no seeing where anything goes," and I watched him shake his head. "I can't lose you because of this, and I certainly won't lose my wife and family because I can't figure out something as stupid as what the hell my mind keeps doing."

"Misha," I cupped his face with my other hand and smiled at him. "That right there… that should give you your answer. Your mind is thinking up fantasies, right, but unless you feel it in your heart, aren't they just that? Fantasies?" I watched his brow crease and his lips turn to a frown. "And as much as I love the fact that I can sneak in and become one of your dirty little secrets, there is no way we are crossing that line."

I watched as he took a breath, thought for a moment and that frown turned into something strange, like he had just tasted as sour lemon.

"I just had a thought," he whispered and that brought a smile to my face, because any thought that brought on that kind of reaction had to be good.

"Shocker," I stated sarcastically.

"I asked Jensen to kiss you goodnight for me…"

"Yeah, he told me."

His eyes locked on mine, "how did he do it?"

"Deep," I grinned, feeling him try to pull back, but I sat forward, my eyes going to his lips, just to add to the tension, "dirty and very, very thorough." Misha's fingers tightened around mine as he suddenly pulled back, but just before he slipped from my touch, I added, "with his tongue."

Ever seen a man turn green at the thought of a kiss? Yep, that's exactly what Misha did as he quickly made his way to the other side of the bench and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Can you be anymore disgusting?" he snapped. "I don't want to know the details of your kisses with Jensen!" That statement was said low enough that it was kept strictly between the two of us, but the laughing that was suddenly slipping from my lips was something I'm pretty sure the whole crew could hear. "What the hell is so funny?"

I got up and moved towards him, leaned down and narrowed my eyes at him as I pressed a hand to his chest. "That, my friend, is why you and I will never be anything more than siblings."

I gave him a slight push back as I stood and headed for the coffee cart. I heard the way his breath let out before I glanced back and watched that lighthearted grin cross his face as he stared at the ground before him. Turning back to my course, I heard him clear his throat.

"Coffee, Gray! Don't forget my damned coffee."

To which I replied with a resounding silent one finger salute.

Not that I would ever not get him the coffee he so rightfully deserved, but hell, I wasn't going to admit that I was actually listening to his "orders". That's not what little sisters did. Nope, this was going to totally be one of those "screw you" kind of days between him and I now, I could see it.

As I waited in line, I felt the vibration of my phone in my pocket, pulled it out and smiled at the text that came across the screen.

JA: I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU!

Yep, that was one man who not only had my heart, but also had perfect timing.

Misha looked at me, like the stoic little angel he was, his hands loose by his side but you could tell by his demeanor that he was frustrated, which was something that he pulled off well in character. I looked up at him, sitting on the back of the bench, my elbows on my knees and shrugged, trying just hard enough to keep my inner thoughts from becoming my outer ones.

It wasn't working.

"Come on, Cas, you can't be pissed for me doing what I have always done!" I snarked at him and watched as he sucked on the inside of his cheek just a little as he looked over the rest of the grounds before his eyes landed on mine. "And you sure as hell can't keep me cooped up in the bunker with the Winchesters, I'm pretty sure Sam wants to kill me and I have really no idea what the hell is going on in Dean's head half the time."

"They care about you," he stated, which got him nothing less than a roll of my eyes. "I know that you are… unsure, of them, but Nic, you know they would never hurt you, not now."

"What is so different from now than before, Cas?" I growled, standing up on the bench as I jumped down and looked up at Misha, just close enough so that we were both in the shot as he bent his head to stare me in the eyes. "I'm still me, I'm still a monster in their book and sooner or later, they'll get that, so Sam's protection, or Dean's affection, it doesn't matter. In the end, they'll do whatever it is that Winchesters do best, and I'll be dead."

I went to talk past him but his arm reached out and snagged me by the upper arm, turning me once again to face him.

"I would never let anything happen to you, even if it means coming between my family and you."

I smiled up at him, strangely happy to hear that but the smile slowly faded. "I would never ask you to step in front of those boys, Cas, you should know that. They need you, and like you said, they're your family."

I shook off his grip and headed in the direction of my mark, which meant headed straight for Julio and I heard the shift of his coat.

"So are you." He replied quietly and I bit down on my lip, before I sighed and headed past the camera, onto the next scene.

CUT!

I patted Julio on the head as he looked up and winked at me. "Don't get cocky, just cause you're the best camera man out there, don't give you the right to smirk at me like that."

"Who's smirking, I was admiring my camera work." He laughed as he smiled and shrugged.

"Yeah, I can't argue with you there." I shrugged and turned to watch Misha, who was getting pampered by the PA from make-up, apparently his hair was doing something funky and Cas like. "So, what's next?"

"Looks like you run into some demons," the man behind the camera replied.

"Ooh, demons, my favorite toys." I laughed and felt his hand on my back, patting me twice as he turned to head off and set up for the next scene.

I pulled out my phone and looked down at the stream of text messages from Jensen. Biting on my lip, I sent a text that I hoped he would get when he was NOT sitting in the middle of the bunker with a camera trained on him.

THINKING OF YOU, LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

And I sent it.

The reply I got made me think I had sent it to someone else, but it took me a moment to catch onto the play.

JA: I WANNA SEX YOU UP, I WANNA PLAY WITH YOUR BUTTONS, AND MAKE YOUR LEGS SHAKE.

JARED, GIVE HIM BACK THE PHONE, was the only thing I could reply. Sex you up? Really? I think that boy is way too stuck in someone else's childhood. AND THE ONLY BUTTONS YOUR PLAYING WITH ARE GOING TO BE THE LOCKS I PUT ON YOUR PHONE.

JA: HEY I CAN'T HELP IT IF HE DOESN'T HAVE A LOCK SCREEN PASSWORD. HOW ARE YOU HOLDING UP BB?

IS IT LUNCHTIME YET?

JA: LOOKING FOR SAUSAGE?

NO! I laughed and looked up to see Misha just giving me that face. I could feel the blush rush up on my cheeks and turned around. DEPENDS, WHAT ARE YOU OFFERING AND #POIDH!

JA: SERIOUSLY, YOU WANT PICTURES?

I wondered how far I could go with this before he actually gave Jensen the phone back.

I MEAN IF YOU'RE OFFERING, THEN WHY NOT, I HAVE TO HAVE SOMETHING TO LOOK AT WHILE I PLAY WITH MYSELF.

JA: CHRIST YOU DIDN'T JUST SEND THAT!

READ IT AGAIN, TALLMAN.

JA: YOU DID JUST SEND THAT! HOLY SHIT! OKAY, SO…

I waited for maybe about three minutes before I got tired of holding the silent device and stuffed it in my pocket, but it was just as I started to walk that it vibrated again and I closed my eyes, slowly pulling it out. With a deep breath, I looked down at the text that read. MULTIMEDIA MESSAGE. Oh crap, did he really send me what I think he did.

JA: DICK PIC JUST FOR YOU!

When I opened the file, I couldn't help but let that smile cross my face. Bowing my head in silent praise, I glanced once more at the picture of Dick Roman that graced my screen. Licking my lips, I tried to think of the perfect reply and I typed back.

NOW THAT'S A TURNON, HERE'S A PUSSY PIC FOR YOU! And I searched the internet for a cute picture of a kitten that I could send. Needless to say, Jensen didn't get his phone back for the next thirty-five minutes as Padalecki and I exchanged more than two dozen photos complete with crops, neckties and ball gags.

When I was called to set, hoping that the barrage of endless pictures had finally ceased, Misha walked over and handed me his phone. There on the screen was one little text, one little thing that made me bust out laughing.

It was a screen shot of all the innuendos that Jared and I had been sending back and forth, and right underneath it was a text from Jensen that simply stated: THIS HAPPENED ON YOUR WATCH.

I looked up at my "brother" and gave him the best set of puppy eyes I could muster up, but Misha just held out his hand. Punishment for it was simple and I handed him the phone that I had to dig out of my pocket. With a quick text to Jensen, which probably read something like "I have it now" or "I've got it covered", Misha grinned and walked away.

With a deep breath, I stuck my hands in my pockets, grinned and headed off to the small patch of woods where I was destined to meet my demons for the next shoot. Jared had managed to keep my mind off Alexis, but without the distraction of the phone, my mind wandered to the scene that the boys were shooting at that moment. Needless to say, the smile faded and I wasn't happy.

Shake it off, shake it off – Jensen

You know, after a dozen years of playing a Winchester, you would think I would get how Dean ends up in these situations, or you would think, that I would understand why they put him in these situations, but as it happens, right now is really fucked up. I mean, I'm tied to a chair for Christ's sakes, and Sam, yeah, he's knocked out cold somewhere because the dumbass came barreling in to save the day.

These ropes really are itchy!

Can we call action yet?

I mean, I'm getting a cramp in my shoulder, is that normal?

Maybe, just maybe, I'm getting a little too old to play this kind of crap.

Was that my phone?

That was definitely my phone?

Wait, where is my phone?

OH… great! Jared has my phone… shit!

LINE! LINE!

CUT!

"HEY Jackles, you okay?" Jared questioned as I lifted my head to look up at him.

"Hmm?" I replied and watched the concern cross his face.

"Did you really hit your head when you hit that wall?" Jared squatted down in front of me and held a finger up so that I could see it.

"Dude, seriously, if you don't get that finger out of my face, I will bite it off!" I growled at him, but that only got the big man to smile. "I'm fine, I just didn't get much sleep last night."

"Yeah," he said, patting my leg as he raised a brow, "I know."

"What did I miss?" and the smile on his face got bigger.

"Your line for one," he laughed. Leave it to Jared to find it amusing that I missed MY line, consider how much he screwed his up. "Dude, you missed the whole scene, you were sleeping."

"Really?" I glanced around at the crew who was waiting to reset and I just shrugged.

"Yeah you were sawing wood and everything, it was actually pretty funny." He patted me on the thigh and that was when I realized that my fingers were pretty numb. "You need fifteen, I mean, want me to untie you?"

"NO, dumbass, I want you to leave me here until my fingers fall off." I snapped and watched him shake his head. He moved behind me and slipped the ropes off letting me flex my arms and my shoulder as I stood up slowly from the chair. Jared's large hand came crashing down on the one shoulder that wasn't sore but it was more to hold me up than anything as I felt myself sway. "I think I need something to eat too."

"What's going on, Jen?" he questioned, a little worried as he handed me my phone.

"I just kinda…" Jesus, why was it hard for me to admit anything to my best friend, my brother, but then again, standing in the middle of set with everyone standing around probably had something to do with it. He gave me a little nudge as the two of us moved towards the concession table that was set up just out of the way of the parade of bodies and he started filling the plate that he had given me to hold, but I stopped him just before the end, when I knew the coast was clear. I moved in close, personal space not being an issue between the two of us and took a deep breath. "I'm freaking out about Cari being so far away, I know she's with Misha but…"

"Yeah, I get it," he replied and smiled, "I've been checking on her. She's doing okay. But you… You need food and coffee and not to fuck up this next take or we're going to be here all day with Ms. Nosey-pants."

"Nosey-pants? Really, are you two?" I smiled at him but yeah, he had a point. This scene we were doing wasn't my favorite, in fact, if I had to repeat it too many times, I think I might hurl, so I needed to nail it the first time. "Alright, I'll shovel this down and we'll get back at it." I took a deep breath and looked down at the phone, scrolling through the pictures that graced the text message thread that I didn't do and I rolled my eyes as I looked up at his face. "You sent her Dick Roman pictures?"

Jared bust out laughing, which nearly had me spilling the plate that I was holding and I shook my head, pulled up Misha's messages and sent him a quick one before I stuffed my phone back in my pocket. I swear the two of them together were like children and it was either going to kill me or… you know what, we needed to move on with this day. I needed her, and I needed her bad.

Back in the saddle again, or at least the chair, I found myself tied up once again, this time with my phone securely locked so I didn't have to worry about Jared and his Dick pics, or Cari and her… never mind, I need to focus.

So, Sam was unconscious, I was pretty beaten up and stuck to this God-forsaken chair… again. Definitely more awake than last time, I was able to concentrate on what was going on. Action was called and I let my head lull back, my eyes flutter open and I cleared my throat.

"Sam!" I called out, not hearing anything but my echo. Okay no answer from my brother, that had me worried and I picked my head up the best I could. "Sammy?!"

Nothing again, but the door opened and in walked our little Ms. Nosey-pants, who turns out to be some stupid monster than I have to gank somewhere down the line but right now, she's strutting over to me like she's the biggest black widow ever. I DO NOT like this scene.

"Dean Winchester," she smiled, I didn't like that either, "You were easier to catch then I thought you would be." She stopped right in front of me, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tugged me back so my neck was craned so I could look up at her, "I have no idea why all the others as so afraid of you. You're just a human."

"Yeah, you say that now," I growled at her, "you won't be smiling when I rip your throat out with my hands for touching my brother."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about Sam, he's not what I'm interested in."

"Have you met me?" I grinned. "So what are you supposed to be, some sort of hybrid?"

"No, just a monster with a Winchester Kink." She winked and suddenly was straddling my lap. Okay, so over the years with all the women that have been on set, it's become second nature to keep my body from responding to a pretty lady rubbing up on me, but this one was ten times easier because she was threating my girl, so the scowl on my face wasn't exactly acting. "You don't know all the bad… bad things I want to do to you right now."

"Oh, they can't be as bad as what I want to do, like cut your heart out with a spoon." I replied. Who came up with these lines? Would I really use a spoon? "So get on with it!"

"Not just yet, I need one thing from you," she smiled, which was when you would see the sharp teeth from the FX department across the perfect set of pearly whites she was showing me now.

"It doesn't matter what you want, I'm not giving you anything."

"Funny, I thought you were in the monster hunting business," she cooed as she ran her fingertips down my cheek, moving her lips closer to my ear. "All I want is one… little… demi-arch."

I let my eyes go wide, didn't say a word because I knew the camera was on me. She wanted Nic, they were after Nic and there was no way I was giving her to them.

NO way in hell!

CUT!

Oh, thank god, someone get this skank off me! I don't think I said it out loud but I certainly thought it, but she didn't move, in fact she moved her head to the other side of me, away from the cameras and the eyes of the other people in the room before I felt her breath on me again.

"I know about you and your little girl, Jensen." She whispered, and this time the wide eyes weren't acting, but the racing of my heart added to the fuming red that I felt rushing up my cheeks. "Does your wife know? Would you like her too?"

I pressed my cheek into her and turned my lips just a little as I clenched my teeth. "You're treading a very dangerous path, Alexis, do anything to me or Cari, or involve my wife in any of this and I will end your career before it starts."

"I won't do anything on one condition," she backed away to look me straight in the eyes as she smiled. "I want in."

Did she just… seriously, did I just hear her say…

WHAT THE EVER LIVING HELL?