Real Life
Chapter 4
"And this" Dean waved his arm with a flourish "Is the tallest building in Vancouver – what do you think?"
"Yeah – great" Sam smothered a yawn and looked back at the older man, he didn't remember Jensen being this knowledgeable or this boring, last time he was 'here', granted they'd had other worries but, man, they had at least laughed a little; he looked over at his friend and frowned, there was something not quite right here, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Jensen seemed to move a little differently, his stand a little too belligerent, too forceful, Sam frowned some more, staring up at the tallest building and trying to feign interest whilst surreptitiously studying his friend – if he didn't know better he'd think – nah – surely not, surely Jensen and Dean wouldn't be so underhanded, but then, maybe they would. Sam knew his brother had been itching to get back at him for some time and this would be the ideal opportunity. He glanced across at 'Jensen' again, the older man was leaning against his car now, scratching nonchalantly at his groin and Sam's vague feeling of unease grew into full blown suspicion. He turned back to the car and plastered his best puppy dog face fully on "Hey Jensen" he said, smiling so that he knew he was dimpling "Jared told me that there was a cool bar around here – you know – with exotic dancers and real good beer, how's about we take a trip there instead of the planned museum trip?" he hesitated for a moment "Although if you were looking forward to the museum I wouldn't want to disappoint you dude"
"Nah – I'm good – this club – erm – just remind me a moment – me and Jared – we go to so many" 'Jensen seemed a little hesitant and Sam felt his mouth curve wider, his tongue caught between his teeth, trying to hold back the laughter "Is it close?"
"I've changed my mind" Sam watched as the older man's face fell "Its ok Jensen – lets not spoil the day – museum it is then?" he opened the car door and climbed inside, deciding he was going to wait an awful long time before he let his brother of the hook this time and, boy, he was going to make Dean squirm for this.
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Jared sat on the sofa and fiddled with the remote control trying to find something scary to watch as there sure wasn't anything scary going on in this house. Beside him Dean was flicking his lighter on and off, watching the flames and Jared guessed he must be bored, hell Dean had seen and done so much that sitting in his friend's 'haunted' apartment in Vancouver must be the pits. Jared wondered, idly, how Jensen was getting on with Sam; Jared was growing to like his new friend, once he'd gotten over the weirdness of having someone around who looked just like him, he'd realised that they had a lot in common – one thing being an older man, be it brother or best friend, who looked out for them – Jared grinned to himself, a lot of weird stuff had come out of this, but a lot of good stuff had come out of it too and he was glad that he'd met the Winchesters, however bizarre the situation.
"Shall we go and run the EMF again?" Jensen got up, thrusting the lighter into his pocket and slipping easily into Dean mode "Your buddy said that the cellar was the centre of all the activity – maybe we should give that a try" he looked at his watch, it was getting late and outside the shadows were lengthening, soon it would be time for the big reveal and he was looking forward to getting a picture of Jared's face and he hoped his friend wouldn't be too angry
"Yeah – why not" Jared turned off the TV "Nothing's happening here for sure" he stretched his long limbs and got up "Lets go and find Casper shall we?"
The cellar opened with a creak and Jared peered down into the darkness, looking at the rickety stairs with some unease. Jensen watched his friend barely keeping the smile off his face "What do you think is down there?" Jared's voice was hesitant "It smells gross"
"When we went to the Hell House – I dared Sam to take a jar and take a sip out of it" Jensen hoped that Jared would remember filming that episode "What do you say we recreate that moment?"
"I'm not sure" Jared was looking down into the cellar and he shivered "I'm not sure"
"Hey Jared " Jensen made a show of holding the gun that Dean had given him, knowing that it didn't actually have anything in it, not even rock salt, didn't make him feel any less tough or any less like Dean "Got your back dude"
"Ok Dean – I " Jared opened his mouth to speak and then suddenly, and unexpectedly, he appeared to be lifted into the air and flung down the cellar steps; it all happened so fast that Jensen didn't have a chance to cry out, he just rushed forward, heart pounding, crying out to his friend
"Jared – fuck – Jared" he fell to his knees, peering into the darkness, but he couldn't see or hear anything and he felt sick, but more importantly, he felt absolutely terrified; there was a squeal of sound as the EMF meter suddenly erupted in his pocket and the light over head flickered on and off a couple of times before going off completely; Jensen's heart went from his chest to his throat and he flattened himself against the upraised cellar door, his last coherent thought being – this is not good.
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Sam pretended to be really interested in the giant ball of string that seemed to be the museum's main exhibit "Isn't this great Jensen?" Sam grinned across at his brother who was looking as if he wanted to pull teeth – specifically Sam's – and he couldn't hold it back any longer – he went over to the older man and put his hands on his shoulders "Look – Dean – the game's up man – in fact it was up a long time back – sorry dude"
"Shit Sam" Dean's shoulders slumped "I'm just no fucking good at this am I?"
"You tried dude" Sam grinned again, giving his brother a hug "its hard being someone you're not – hey – a lifetime of bad habits being hard to break"
"What bad habits?" Dean felt himself smiling, he thought he might feel gutted if he were rumbled, but instead he just felt foolishly warm and he could feel a brotherly flick chick moment coming on, he leant over to cuff Sam's head when his phone began to thrum and he took it out of his pocket, recognising the number that Jensen had given him earlier; he flicked it open and put it to his ear "Hey dude" he began "Looks like you were rumbled too eh?"
There was no answer, just an ominous buzzing and the crackling of static, Dean frowned, he looked across at Sam for a moment and then pressed the phone closer to his ears; it was then that he heard the screaming……