Hey guys! Sorry I've taken forever to continue this story. Here's part three! There are a few more chapters coming. I'll try to get them up sooner!!! Thank you for all the reviews so far. This has been really fun, just getting into the heads of Jared and Jensen.
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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?"
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NOW:
Dean stood, frozen as he stared at Sam. Tears welled beneath Sam's completely black eyes, as he straightened up and took a step forward for support from his brother. Perhaps the whole day was a dream? Maybe Sam had just fallen into another strange vision and the studio, the crew, the lights and prop tables had all been a part of some demon's tricks.
When he stepped forward, Dean's flinch proved otherwise.
"What the--?!" Dean cried out, shooting both his hands up, palms out, in a defensive maneuver. He still held the prop gun in his hand, but it lay limp hanging by its trigger around Dean's thumb.
"Dean, it's me, what are you --?" Sam began.
"What the hell? Your eyes! No fuckin' way!" Dean continued to stumble back. Stealing a glance at his surroundings, Dean found only trailers and concrete, empty lots. There would be nobody to witness these events. "Of all the times for NO ONE to be around! Come on!"
"Dean, look at me," Sam approached his older brother.
Dean's head spun around, his body following in suit, ignoring the six-foot four clusterfuck going on behind him.
"This is NOT happening," Dean mumbled to himself, walking away from Sam and towards the set, stepping over random cables.
"Dean! Where are you going?" Sam shouted, frozen in his spot.
"And I was supposed to have a day off tomorrow, but no," Dean emphasized the syllable in no, waving his arms in the air. "Nothing normal can happen on this set." He was careful to avoid another camera cable beneath him.
"What are you doing? Hey, wait up!" Sam called as Dean continued his rant.
"Of all the shows, I get to be on the one where the shit's actually real. First, the bloody bitch in Jim's trailer mirror. Then, the missing interns. Oh, not to mention the temperature dropping and that midnight howling – "
"Dean, listen to me," Sam walked on Dean's heels.
"No!" Dean barked back, clenching his fists as he resolved to ignore the person behind him, once again stepping over a black, snake-like cable. "I can't hear you!" he insisted, putting two fingers in his own ears. "La la la la la," he chanted to himself, forcing himself to think of something else, like why there were so many cables laying around.
You would think that with so much help on the set, somebody would see the danger and pick up these damn things! Jesus, with so many things looking like snakes, you would think that Jared would be freaking out much more often than --
"Dean!"
Suddenly, a once motionless cable disconnected itself from lifelessness and curled in front of Dean's footsteps. Caught completely unaware, the tip of Dean's shoe became ensnared in the electrical creature, causing Dean to reel forward and lurch onto his shoulder before his face could hit cold cement. If it weren't for the years of training in how to take a fall, he would have surely needed some stitches.
"Oh God, I'm sorry!" Sam said rushing to his side, genuine guilt in his voice. "Dean, I didn't mean to – that cable just –God, are you okay?"
Dean sucked in a breath and felt the looming presence above him. He knew now that walking away wasn't ever going to solve anything. It never had in the past, so why start now? Shaking his head and pain from his shoulder away, Dean opened his eyes to another chapter in their freaky life so far.
Sam eyes met Dean's frustrated gaze with concern and, more importantly, their normal hazel color.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Dean said, tasting the copper from where he bit his tongue, "but first, let's get one thing straight."
Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding, Sam smiled in relief.
"Name's Jensen. You're Jared. And welcome," the tired hunter stopped to push himself onto his elbows, "to the set of Supernatural."
With that, he forced a toothy grin and prepared himself for a long explanation.
"Now, help me up, Sasquatch," Jensen said, reaching a hand out. "I'll explain what I know, but first we have to get you someplace safe."
"Right," Jared nodded.
Goodbye, day off, Jensen thought to himself.
*****
Sneaking around a crowded television lot unseen was one thing. Sneaking around as the six foot something stars of said lot was another.
Still, they managed to do it, careful to avoid the more heavily populated areas until they managed to reach the only place that the cast and crew wouldn't find them. Once discovered missing, everyone would be searching the boys' most frequented hang outs – trailers, nearby restaurants, and even their own house.
Pulling up to their destination, Jared's face showed no surprise until he saw the sign.
"The Happy Hunting Inn?" Jared inquired.
"It's the cheapest one around here," Jensen said firmly. "Thought it was appropriate, too." Jensen muffled a chuckle. "You know, Vancouver's apparently known for their hunting." Suddenly amused, he asked, "Ooh, ooh, guess what animal."
"I dunno," Jared replied.
"Come on, guess!"
"De-I mean, Jensen. I don't know, I don't really care," Jared said. Seeing the dejected look on Jensen's face, he submit, "Umm, fine. Is it moose?"
"Wrong! Bear! Crazy, right? I thought the same thing, y'know, with it being Canada and all and moose being, like, their freakin' national animal, but– " Jensen tightened his grip around the wheel as he spoke. Jared knew that his brother's rambling was typical of his nerves. Dean, or whatever he wanted to be called, had something on his mind.
"You okay?" Jared asked.
Eyes locked on the neon sign above his windshield, Jensen held onto the wheel as if it was the only sturdy thing in the world.
"No," he responded.
Jared was surprised at his brother's honesty. It usually took hours to get his brother to open up about his feelings so quickly, and that was only after refusals of "chick-flick" moments and obligatory tough facades. This was strange.
"We're just going to go inside, and sort this one out like we always do," Sam reassured him.
"Yeah? Like we always do?" Jensen smiled and choked out a laugh, stealing a glance at his passenger to see if he found that comment just as ridiculous. Clearly, Jared was not sharing in his nervous laughter.
"What?" Jared asked, his brow furrowed.
"Cause this…I mean, you," pointing outside at the Inn, "that! Just like an episode? I mean, HA!"
Nothing.
"Ughhh, nevermind. I'll get the room. You want a beer?" Before he could respond, "I'm getting us some beer."
Without waiting for a response, Jensen left the borrowed Chevy, a 1998 Silverado, running as he rushed inside to rent a room for the night.
Jared let his head fall back onto the head rest, still not accustomed to their strange new ride. Apparently, the "long explanation" that his brother promised him included the Impala's fate, as well.
TBC.
So what do you think? I know where this is going, and it's kinda funny, but I welcome any input as to where you want this to go, too!