Hey guys! Due to requests, I have part 2 of Breaking the Fourth Wall up. It started as just a fun romp into having the boys break out of the supernatural universe and into the "real world" but now it's going somewhere else. If you like it, I'll write more!
Then:
Sam stumbled over some loose cables as he continued his journey backwards, his eyes glued on his big brother, who scratched his head in confusion. Sam was entrapped in another trick and he had to figure out an escape…fast.
Now:
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"Ackles! Break's over. Let's go!" a voice boomed from across the studio.
Sam nervously glanced over in the direction of the sound, where a balding man shot Dean a frustrated glare and tapped his wrist-watch impatiently.
"What are you two waiting for?"
"Uhhh, Eric," Dean said over his shoulder, eyes still locked on the retreating figure before him. "We've got a little situation here. Give me a sec!"
Sam felt his world spinning as he watched the man that looked like his brother carefully place his salad plate on a table labeled "Props" next to him. He watched as Dean's hand casually passed over two semi-automatics and a silver blade, and his heart stopped for a second.
Without thinking, Sam's hand shot to his back pocket and pulled out the gun he kept there for emergencies. Sam aimed it directly at Dean but kept it low and directly between them so that the dozens of people did not see what he was doing.
"You look like him, but you're not him," Sam said barely above a whisper.
Dean's eyes widened and he didn't hesitate to put both hands up in defense.
"Woah, now, easy there," he replied.
Sam used the gun to motion towards the door that exited out into an empty lot. "Walk," he ordered.
Dean smirked and rolled his eyes, but Sam cocked the gun to punctuate the severity of the situation.
"Really?" Dean said, eyes widening.
"Let's go."
"Hey, Eric!" Jensen yelled, his breath cut short by a gun now pushing dangerously into his stomach.
"Don't try it," Sam warned under his breath.
"Chill, will you?" Dean said out of the side of his mouth. "We can't leave without an explanation."
Sam lowered his eyes to the gun in his hand. Dean nodded his understanding and continued to the director, "Gonna go take a walk. Be right back!"
With that, the two brothers escaped into the chilling wilderness of a studio parking lot, leaving a very angry looking "Eric" to massage the bridge of his nose, attempting to push back the headache that was sure to come.
"Prima-donnas," he sighed. "Take twenty, people! This could take a while."
**
Instead of the usual dusty motel lot, Sam and Dean stepped out into the middle of what looked like a trailer park.
"What the…" Sam's eyes squinted against the stinging bright sun. Although it was bright and their clothes were more suited for summer months, the air chilled Sam's skin and bit at his exposed arms.
"Yeah, Canada sucks. Can we go back inside, please?" Dean asked, annoyed.
"Not until I get some answers," Sam said, pushing his brother forward, unsure of exactly where he was taking him.
"Where are we going, Jared?" Dean asked, as if reading his mind. "Did the long hours finally get to you or what?"
Sam ignored him, keeping an eye on the fumbling mixture of old and young people that twittered about the lot. Everyone seemed to have somewhere to go, carrying cameras, cables, papers, and cell phones from point A to point B.
"Yo! J-man! Wake up!" Dean snapped around, stopping in front of a trailer that blocked them off from the chaos around them.
Sam brought himself out of his thoughts, repositioning the gun directly at Dean's heart. He wasn't actually sure he could shoot him, but the gun gave him the security of knowing he held the cards. He was bound to figure out this world no matter what.
"Put the gun down," Dean exclaimed, his hands at his sides casually. "This has gone on long enough."
"What has?" Sam said, cocking his head to the side, unsure of the next step.
With a movement faster than his eyes could follow, Dean snatched the gun away and pushed Sam away with his other hand.
"Man, what is with you?!" Dean shouted. "Are you preparing for the next scene or something?! I went with you on this for a bit, thought you were just pulling a prank on the guys, but now, no one's even here."
Dean scratched his neck with the tip of the gun. "No one's even watching, so what is this?" Dean studied Sam's face for any kind of smile or crack, but all he saw was Sam's increasing terror at how he handled the gun.
"Dude, I mean, you're acting like this gun is freakin' real!" Without warning, Dean tested his theory out and put the barrel to his own head.
"Dean! Stop!"
With a gentle click, Sam's life reeled forward before him, his thoughts struggling to capture, in that split second, the darkness of another death. Dean's death.
"Bang!" Dean said, eyes large and waiting for any reaction.
"Christ," Sam breathed, body folding over in relief.
Dean twirled the gun around his finger. "It's fake, if that's what your wondering." Dean waited for the usual laughs from his counterpart, a slap on the back, a sigh that started with a Got you! and ended with a cold beer.
But to his surprise, Sam remained rolled over, shaking in genuine terror. His hands stayed planted on his knees, holding his body up from the shock of Dean's actions.
"Jared, man, it was just a joke," Dean said, inching closer to Sam's convulsing body. He looked around for help from someone, anyone, that might have witnessed the action, but all the crew members were out of sight.
"Look, if you're about to spew, I am NOT holding your hair," Dean said, trying to calm him down, but Sam only reacted with coughs and more chilling silence.
Dean brought the gun into Sam's line of sight, forcing him to see it for what it was.
"Dude, look. It's just plastic. Nothing's gonna happen. Jared," Dean pat Sam's back nervously, unsure of how to comfort another man. "You'll be okay."
Sam finally responded. Perhaps that's what he needed to hear. Lifting his head up slowly, Dean smiled out of the side of his mouth and was about to think "Not so bad, now, was it" but was cut off when he saw Sam for what he was.
"Dean, what's happening?" Sam muttered, raising his vision to lock with Dean's.
Dean stumbled as he tripped backwards, in terror, shock from what he saw. Staring back at him was the man he knew, but not. Beneath dark bangs and tears that shivered and crawled down Sam's cheek, two unnaturally dark eyes stared back. Black even.
"Something's wrong. I can feel it," Sam straightened up, now seeing his own terror reflected in Dean's stance. "And why do you keep calling me Jared?"
**
So do you want more? I have an idea of what's going on with Sam (a.k.a. Jared) and it should get more fun from here! Just let me know what you think! :)