"Morning, princesses! Y'all planning on getting outta bed today?" Jared shot up in his bed, while Jensen just moaned and pulled the sheets tighter around his body. Bobby looked from one bed to the other with a puzzled expression on his scruffy face. "Sam?" he asked uncertainly. "Ehhyeah?" Jared managed. "Why is your brother still down? Did he hit the bottle after you got up here?" Jared rubbed his eyes. "Wha...ehhhh. No. I.. I..ehm... I think Je..Dean got busted up a bit worse than he showed... I'll get him out, don't worry." Bobby huffed and left with a grumpy: "If ye want breakfast, you gotta make yer own. I'm gonna see if I can find anything on that angel. I think I heard Balthazar call him Virgil. Stupid ass name if ye ask me." Jared raised his hand to show he got the message. "Ok, Bobby. We'll manage. See you later!"

Jared walked up to the bed. "Jensen... Jensen... Jensen!" He shook Jensen by the shoulder. "What? What?!" Jensen grumbled. Jared had a big smile on his face. "Time to get up, Grumpy." he chuckled. Jensen stretched, yawned and sat up, his hair disheveled and his eyes a bit bleary. "Sure thing, Douchy..." he muttered, making Jared smile even wider. "Come on, man. We have got to find a way back home." Jensen blinked. "Home?" Rolling his eyes in a master eyeroll, Jared tugged the sheets from Jensen's grip. "Yes, Jensen. Home. We're stuck in Supernatural world, remember?" Ruffling his hair, Jensen managed to get his eyes opened more than a slit. "Shit, yeah... Oh man... I had hoped this was the weird dream, not the one where you show up on set buttnaked because Gen had washed all your clothes with the upholstery cycle."

Jensen grinned like a pumpkin as he saw the bitchface Jared made. "You should remember that one. Sam could use it one day." The bitchface intensified and Jensen almost whooped with pleasure. "I think I'll safe this one for a very Dean action or phrase." Jared answered icily. Jensen chuckled. "You do that. That way I can remember this moment." Jared pressed his lips together and tilted his head in that way that indicated a storm coming. It never arrived though. Bobby stepped in, holding a folder under his arm. "Good, y're up. I wasn't going t' bother ya, but I think we got a salt an' burn, just a few towns over. If you boys get going with that, I'll keep diggin' for this Virgil guy." Jared looked at Jensen. "A... Salt and burn?" he managed, his face a mask. "Yes, did yer ears get dinged too? Very run o' the mill if ye ask me. That's why I thought you could do it." Jensen's face lit up. "On it, Bobby. As soon as I get pants on." he said in his gruff Dean voice.

Bobby smiled. "Glad you are back to yer old self, Dean. How in the Hell did y' get so dinged that Sam's still acting weird?" Jensen smiled, a cocky half smile that would turn many a fangirl into goo. "Not sure. Maybe Balthy forgot that we're no angels. He packed quite the punch. We did land where you found us." Bobby whistled. "That was about thirty yards out. Makes sense then." He cheered up. "Well, you two idjets will never be scrambled enough to not do a salt 'n burn, right?" Jensen grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. "Of course not, Bobby." he answered and steered the old hunter out of the room. As soon as he closed the door, Jared was on him. "Are you nuts?" he spat in an audible whisper. "We can't hunt! We're actors, who play hunters." Jared pushed Jensen's shoulder. "I know, you sasquatch, I know. But we know the basics, and if Bobby can dig up stuff about this Virgil guy, we might get back to doing just that, acting. I'm trying to survive this crazy town."