Real Life

Chapter 3

Dean got quietly and padded, silently, across the room, peering quickly at Sam as he did so. His younger brother was fast asleep and snoring, arms flung out, mouth open and Dean hesitated for a moment, wanting nothing more than to slip a spoon into that open mouth and take lots of incriminating pictures. However he had bigger fish to fry this morning and as he wrote a brief note explaining that he was driving out to bring breakfast, he couldn't keep the grin from his face.

It was an excellent plan – this Jensen guy was an awesome dude with exceptional good looks – Dean was driving out to his apartment, then they would change clothes; Jensen – pretending to be Dean – would drive over to Jared's apartment to take him ghost hunting whilst Dean would take Jensen's car – come back here and pick up Sam for a tour of Vancouver. At approximately 8pm – they would whip out their phones, reveal their cunning deception and take photographs of both Sam and Jared as evidence that their plan had worked. Dean snickered – it would be good to get one over on his little brother again – there had been far too much Sam smugness recently – Dean was the older brother after all and it was an older brother's job – no duty – to piss the younger brother off – royally!

Dean opened the door holding his breath, but Sammy was dead to the world, cheeks still flushed from the intake of alcohol the night before. Dean slipped out into the car park and made his way over to the Impala.

As he drew nearer – he was aware that the car was now surrounded by a group of whispering and giggling women; they were of various ages and sizes, but they were all pretty cute and they were all standing and – Dean rubbed his eyes for a moment – stroking his baby. He quickened his stride and as he got closer he raised his hand "Hey – what are you doing? What's

Going on here?"

The women turned as one and their whispering turned to shouts of joy and, what sounded like screams, but of delight rather than fear. They left the car and rushed towards Dean until he was caught up in a surging tide of perfume, hair and long limbs

"Jensen" one of the women touched Dean's arm as if to make sure it was real "Ooh – this is like a dream – and in the Impala too" she reached in her pocket for her phone "I've gotta call my sister – she really digs you" she peered around as if looking for something "Is Jared here?"

Dean shook his head, knowing that if the noise increased his brother was sure to wake up and then it would be all over. He put his finger to his lips "Flattered ladies – but this is top secret filming ok – I've gotta get on – but hey – come see me at 'O' Malleys bar later – I promise I'll make it up to you"

"Oh my god" another woman looked like she might pass out "He's SO like Dean "

"More than you know" Dean muttered under his breath – unable to believe his eyes, all these women, all swooning and for him – well for Jensen – but technically it was the same thing – he grinned to himself – waving as he got into the car – he had once told Sam that their job had its perks – but man – being an actor was cool – he wondered if he might go into films someday – it couldn't be that hard – could it? He put his foot on the pedal and floored the Impala – oh man – today was just getting better and better.

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Jensen was waiting for him as planned and the two men wasted no time in swapping clothes. Dean couldn't help but admire himself in the mirror – he never had the money or time to buy fancy duds – but the jeans he was now wearing and the expensive shirt that fitted perfectly across his chest made him feel like a million bucks. Jensen seemed to be as delighted to be wearing his old leather jacket and black tee – stating how the boots were so much more comfortable than wardrobes – and swirling around in front of the mirror, perfecting what he claimed to be his 'Dean' face. Finally they were ready and Dean handed over his keys – his eyes dark "Now dude – I think you're cool and everything – but if anything happens to my baby – you'll be picking rock salt outta your ass for the next six months"

Jared was sitting on the wall outside his apartment, looking nervous, as the Impala glided into view. He couldn't believe that Dean wanted him to go hunting with him again – particularly as he had sucked so badly at it the first time – but hey – Dean couldn't remember the first time – so maybe this time it would be better and Jared seriously doubted that his friend had a ghost in his house – more likely to be the over consumption of alcohol or there was something wrong with his electrics. Jared lifted a hand in acknowledgement and hopped into the passenger seat, at least this time he could be himself and didn't have to play Sam all the time; that had been as much of a strain as anything else that had happened; he settled back in the soft leather seat and gave Dean a wide grin "Let's get this show on the road"

"You ready to rumble" Jensen felt the nerves he had been feeling dissipate and he grinned back at Jared. His friend had no idea what had happened and didn't seem suspicious in any way. He felt a sudden pang of guilt as he glanced at his friend – Jared's experience hadn't been a particularly pleasant one – and Jensen didn't want to bring all that back to him – he wondered for a moment if they were doing the right thing – but then the memory of Jared's line-dancing flickered across his brain and he stiffened his resolve – yeah – this was going to be ok – no more than ok – it was going to be awesome!