Bobby looked from one man to the other. "You guys are breaking my heart... Could ya please stop being complete saps and help me clean up the mess Balthazar and his pal made?" Cas' head snapped around. "Balthazar?" Bobby nodded. "Yeah... Did you send him here? Cause if ya did, you will be cleaning up!" Cas looked a bit abashed. "Well, he might have been on a mission from me, but I will have to verify that. It would explain some things..." He glanced at Jared and Jensen. "I will let you know when I find out!" With the sound of a wingbeat, he was gone. "Cas!" Bobby roared. "Dang idjet... C'mon boys, we'll do it together. After that we can all get some shuteye." Jensen and Jared looked at eachother and shrugged.
"Hey, Jensen..." Jared whispered. They were snuggled warmly in two beds in a room in Bobby's house. According to Bobby, it had always been 'their' room, "so don't you two idjets go tellin' me ya don't know where it is." They had gone upstairs and explored a bit until Jensen had hissed at Jared that he had found it. "Yeah?" Jensen whispered back. "What do you suppose happened to Sam and Dean?" Jensen sat up, popping himself up on one elbow. "I guess they are currently bothering Misha and the others." Jared chuckled. "What?" Jensen asked. "Can you imagine Sam and Dean having to deal with Singer and the rest." Jensen sniggered. "I wanna be a fly on the wal, there!" Jared giggled. "Can you imagine Dean acting?" Jensen threw his head back and laughed.
"Can you imagine the look on his face, seeing all those Impalas?" Jared burst out laughing. "He'll be sick to his stomach! Some of those are soooo busted!" Jensen grimaced in sympathy. He liked the Impala. But then his imagination popped up another image. "How about them going into one of our trailers?" Jared hiccupped and Jensen wiped his eyes. "Or finding out they are in Canada?" Jared offered. "Oh my! Dean'll be sooo grouchy!" Jensen gasped. "And how about when shooting is done? You'll go home, but Sam? He won't leave Dean, and you know it." Jared sobered. "Guess they'll stay in the trailers." Jensen tilted his head. "Ya think? I'm thinking they'd both go to your house. Cliff will take you there, as always."
Jared blanched. "Oh god! Geneviève! They'll think she's Ruby!" Jensen widened his eyes and blinked. He hadn't thought of that. "Don't worry, she had that beaver thing, didn't she? She probably won't even be home when they come. If they do go home." Jared felt panic rise like bile in his throat. "I... It was an otter thing... But what if they do, and she is home? Dean won't blink and just use that knife... And...and..." His voice rose to a panicked pitch and Jensen found himself sitting on the edge of his co-star's bed, wrapping a consoling arm around Jared's massive shoulders. "Ssshhh. I'm sure they won't hurt her. Sam still has his brains, right? He'll figure out what happened." Jared sighed tremulously and looked up, his eyes in the saddest puppy dog look. "You think?" Jensen smiled reassuringly. "I'm sure. Come, let's get some rest. We'll have to get through this." Jared smiled a watery smile. "Thanks Jensen. Really! I never thought I'd say it, but... I'm glad you're here with me." Jensen patted his shoulder before going back to his own bed. "Me too, Jared, me too..."