Sometimes the insanity of their lives seemed to be cut straight out of a horror movie. This time they would experience the filming of one.
Ghost on a movie set.
Dean seemed to kind of enjoy the normalcy of it. He acted as a PA. Sam did too but didn't really take it seriously. Allie just... well. She was pretty so no one asked what she did. So she... did nothing. When Allie finally found Dean he was at the food table talking into his headset and stuffing pigs in a blanket into his mouth until his cheeks were full.
She raised her eyebrows and waited for him to finish. "I think you're enjoying this a little too much. You realize you aren't being paid to basically act like a slave, right?" The blonde stole the mini weiner wrapped in dough that he held and popped into her mouth with a grin.
Dean choked on his food, coughing out a laugh as he looked up at Allie. "Hey, someone's gotta keep the set running smoothly" he defended himself between bites of Weiner. "Besides, it's not like I haven't done worse." He winked at her before taking another miniature hot dog and sticking it in his mouth. "And you? Enjoying your break from hunting?" he asked, glancing over at where Sam was deep in conversation with some actress or director or something.
"It's kinda dope actually. I just make myself look like I have somewhere to be." No one questioned it. She mainly just walked from one side of the set to the other side in laps. Good for her step counter. "Does it count as a break if there's a spirit haunting the set? I don't think so." She knew that they needed to blend in but it was still a hunt.
But Allie kind of enjoyed the playfulness of this rendezvous. They didn't have as much of that lately. "You have something on your shirt." She pointed to it and when he looked down Allie hit his nose with her finger. Super immature but she snorted anyway. "Dumbass." The word was only teasingly aggressive, just a joke between two close friends.
Dean grinned at her antics, swiping the imaginary something off his shirt before leaning in closer to whisper conspiratorially. "You know what I think?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he reached out a hand to brush it down her back, stopping just above her ass. "You'd make a good actress. How about we go somewhere private and run lines?"
Allie's breath hitched slightly at his touch, but she tried not to show how much it affected her. Instead, she playfully slapped him away with a giggle. "Dean! We're at fake work!" Blue eyes rolled at his flirting. "Besides, I don't fuck my coworkers." She teased and scratched his stubble lightly with her nails. "So did you get anything with the EMF? I'm thinking we come by the set later and take a... private tour." She spoke in a hushed tone.
Dean chuckled at her energy, the skin around his green eyes wrinkled from his wide grin. "Well then," he said, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms over his broad chest, "I guess I'll just have to find someone else to help me pass the time." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively before turning away from her, clearly enjoying their banter. "No luck with the EMF. Well, not enough. Coming back later sounds good."
She laughed loudly, nose scrunched instantly. "Like that's any different from usual." Allie nudged him gently with her shoulder and yawned, arms stretching up above her. "Too bad for you. I'm pretty rad in the sheets." She threw up a 'rock on' symbol and stuck her tongue out. It was so idiotic and childish that she knew he'd laugh. "Alright. I'll let you get back to doing work as if we're normal and I'll go back to... being bored ." The movie they were filming looked like it would be shit. Wasn't even entertaining to watch it being shot.
Dean grinned widely at that, snorting out a laugh as he shook his head in amusement at her antics, though there was something else lurking beneath his gaze when he looked at her again, something darker than before that caused him to lick his lips subconsciously as he imagined just how good she was in bed - and that was not something he should be thinking about when there was a ghost on set threatening to kill everyone in sight! He cleared his throat before speaking again, trying to focus on work rather than sex for once in his life, "Yeah well don't do anything too crazy while I'm gone."
She twirled on her heels, face upturning from enthusiasm. There was a joy within that had been lost for at least a few months. It didn't feel forced. It felt like they were connecting humorously. Their old banter was back in full swing. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. I'm a good girl ." Flirtation fell like honey from her lips. Allie wrapped a lock of blonde hair around her finger, tongue grazing between her lips before turning from him and walking away. Her golden hair swung from side to side as she strode on wedged heels.
Dean groaned audibly when she walked away, his eyes fixed on her ass and the way it swayed with each step she took. "Fuck me," he muttered under his breath as he watched her go, knowing that he was definitely going to get in trouble if he didn't focus on the job and stop staring at Allie's ass - though he couldn't help himself. She was just so goddamn hot when she was acting like this, all flirtatious and teasing... He groaned again as he felt himself start to get hard at the thought of her bending over in front of him so he could fuck her from behind, and he knew it was time to get back to work before he did something stupid like jump her right then and there on set. He needed to figure out how to stifle his growing desire for her and fast; he had never been around a woman for so long without getting inside of their pants. Well. They past that record a long time ago.
Allie floundered around and pretended to work for a while until she found Sam. Really he was doing the same thing as her— buying time until they could investigate the set after hours. "Sup, Sam?" The blonde leaned against an unused prop and smiled up at him. "You tired of hearing the cringy dialogue yet or what?" She normally loved cheesy horror movies but this one... well, it would take a lot of editing. "Cool to see the behind-the-scenes stuff though." She watched as useful people walked around in front of them.
"You know, in some other dimension I bet you're a famous actor. Maybe on Gilmore Girls or something. You'd be a good fit on that show. Cute. Tall." She pointed out. Allie had complimented Dean's looks a lot but she never really complimented Sam's until now. Not because he was unattractive. He was very attractive. Their friendship was just different.
Sam chuckled, shaking his head as he watched Allie move aimlessly around for a bit before making her way over to him. He was used to her escapades by now, knowing that she could be quite the handful when she wanted to be - and right now, she seemed to be in a playful mood, which was a nice change of pace after everything they'd been through lately. "Yeah, I'm definitely not an actor," he replied, laughing softly at the idea of him being on Gilmore Girls - he could only imagine what Dean would say if he saw him on the show, teasing him mercilessly about how he looked like one of the characters from Twilight or something. He pushed that thought aside, smiling down at her as she leaned against the prop next to him. "I'd be awful at it."
Allie crossed her legs and fiddled with the hem of her dress. She was bored. At least Dean was enjoying his fake job. She wasn't really into the whole movie set thing. "I think I could do it." She suddenly shook out her body and became very rigid, scared, tense! Before speaking some of the lead actress's lines from the horror movie that was being filmed. Hell Hazers 2: The Reckoning. She acted out the fear and drama before quickly coming back into her usual positive and humorous demeanor. "What do you think? Am I destined for a mansion in the Hollywood Hills and carrying around a small yappy dog in a purse?" She nudged him sweetly.
Sam couldn't help but laugh at Allie's sudden transformation, impressed by how convincing she was as an actress. She really did have a natural talent for it if she ever decided to pursue that path - though he knew better than anyone that the life of a hunter didn't usually mix well with a career and two-point-five kids. "Well," he said with a playful grin, trying not to think about what kind of trouble they would get into if she actually left hunting behind. "You definitely have the chops for it."
He reached out and lightly ruffled her hair in mock annoyance. "But you belong on the road with us, saving people from things that go bump in the night."
Sam was right of course. Allie already had a job and she quite enjoyed it. Saving people made all of the negatives worth it. Plus, she got two good friends out of the deal. Not too shabby. "You know, I always did like a good scary movie." A short giggle came from her and she stood up straight. "You're right. I'm too awesome to do anything other than save the world." She teased. Frankly, she still viewed herself as being a mentee. Maybe she always would. "It's almost time for the shoot to end. You ready to take a little detour around the set?"
Sam nodded, a smile playing on his lips as he watched Allie's playful antics. He knew she was teasing him, but it was nice to see her in such high spirits after everything they'd been through lately - especially with the recent loss of their father figure, John Winchester. It had hit them all hard, and while Dean seemed to be dealing with it by throwing himself into work even more than usual, Allie was taking a different approach. Maybe it was because she didn't know John well.
"Yeah," he said, standing up and stretching his arms over his head, "I could use a break from all this pretending."
"You're tellin' me! I've just been pacing from one side of the set to the other so I look like I'm... you know... actually employed and doing something." She scratched the back of her head and started to walk with him. "Did you see Dean flirting with the lead actress?" She commented and rolled her eyes. "I think he's getting a little too wrapped up in his new role." It was like he had actually become a PA. "I hate to say it but..." she looked over at the actress. "I think it's working... somehow " Sometimes she wondered how it worked. He flirted with her all the time but she was pretty immune at this point. "Anyway, they brought out smoothies like twenty minutes ago. Did you get one?" Allie clasped her hands in front of her while they moved beside each other.
Sam chuckled at her comment about Dean and the lead actress, shaking his head slightly. "I noticed" he admitted with a grin, "But then again, that's just Dean being Dean." He couldn't really fault him for trying - it was part of who he was, always looking for something or someone to distract himself from whatever demons haunted him beneath the surface. "No, I didn't get one," he paused "Thanks though. Smoothies sound good right now." They continued walking together toward where they had heard the smoothie cart was parked, passing by various crew members setting up equipment for tomorrow's shoot.
Allie nodded in agreement. "Guy gets around more than a bunny." She felt kind of bad joking about it actually. He had been sleeping around more lately. She knew why. He was trying to find distractions emotionally. Dean used things to shove down his hurt and anger. That was just who he was. They grabbed some smoothies before an announcement was made that the site was shutting down. "Finally!" She whispered. "My brain can actually get a workout in."
Sam nodded in understanding, sipping on his smoothie as they continued to walk and talk. He knew Dean's methods all too well - it was something he had done himself after Jessica died, throwing himself into work and alcohol to numb the pain that still lingered beneath the surface even now. But at least with Allie around, there was someone who could call him out on his bullshit when needed, and keep him grounded a little bit more than he would have been able to do alone. They eventually found their way back to where Dean was talking animatedly with one of the crew members about some technical aspect of lighting or sound design (Sam honestly tuned out halfway through).
Dean was deep in conversation with the sound guy, his hands gesturing expressively as he explained something about microphones and picking up background noise. He didn't notice when Sam and Allie reentered the set until he felt a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly before turning around to see them both standing there, grins plastered across their faces. "Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath, trying not to laugh at how well they had snuck up on him. "Alright, alright," he said, clapping his hands together. "Let's get this over with so we can hit the road."
Sam stifled a snort at Dean's reaction, shaking his head as he took a swig of his smoothie. "You should see your face" he teased good-naturedly before turning to Allie with a grin. They had been through so much together already that it felt natural for them to be working side by side like this - like gears working in sync. "Alright, let's do this," he said, adjusting the strap on his duffel bag and making sure his EMF reader was secure in his hand.
Dean nodded, following Sam and Allie as they began their inspection of the set. He was still getting used to this whole movie set thing - it felt strange not having a gun in his hand or being able to hunt down whatever supernatural creature had caused trouble that day while the set was functioning. But he supposed it wasn't so bad; at least there were no monsters here (that they knew of).
As they walked through various rooms on the set, checking for any signs of paranormal activity with their EMF readers, Dean couldn't help but notice how close Sam and Allie seemed to be growing. It made him feel... something he didn't quite understand yet. Jealousy? Possessiveness?
Allie mainly stayed quiet as they focused. They hit a part of the set where the second victim had died. Their EMFs started blaring, sirens beeping as the lights on the tech flashed.
Dean had noted that the last time he recorded EMF nothing had shown up. Over a few days, the set had gone from a dead zone to a blaring red flag. "Shit" Allie spoke out reluctantly. "Looks like we got work cut out for us boys." There was a faint irritation in her voice. Great. Another day on the God-awful set. Their EMF readers looked like friggin' Christmas trees with how lit up they were.
Dean frowned, his brow furrowing in concentration as he tried to figure out what could be causing the sudden spike in activity. "Alright," he said finally, turning back towards Sam and Allie. "Let's split up- we can meet back here in 15 minutes; I'll go with Alls."
Sam nodded in agreement, heading off down one corridor while Dean motioned for Allie to follow him into another. They moved silently through the darkened hallways of the set, their footsteps echoing eerily loudly against the otherwise dull silence. Allie followed without objection. They walked together away from Sam. She was silent. Normally they didn't shut up when they were together but the blonde was trying her best to focus. So far two people have died on set. It was definitely supernatural. She didn't want to get distracted.
Her eyes shifted around the mock scenery when she suddenly tripped on a cord. Fuckin' set techs! The cord was hidden too well. Her body fell into Dean's and knocked both of them to the ground. She landed on top of him and scraped her elbow on the cement floor of the false landscape with a loud "oof!" Blue eyes met his, her hands gripping his arms and her hair framing their faces to create a veil of privacy around them. "Shit! Sorry. You okay?" Allie didn't register that she should probably get up off of him.
Dean's eyes widened in surprise as he felt Allie's body weight crash into his, their faces inches apart. He couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate how good she smelled; it was a scent that had grown familiar to him and brought secret comfort.
"I'm fine," he managed to croak out, his voice sounding rougher than usual. "You okay?" His hands gently brushed away some of the dirt from where she had scraped herself on the floor, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin. "If you wanted on top of me you just had to ask."
Allie sat up on him, her legs straddling his waist. She took a moment to try and look at her stinging elbow. "Shut up, Maverick." Her tone was nonchalant. "Does it look bad?" She grinned and pushed her elbow right in front of his face to try and tease him. "Common, kiss it better." She cooed in a mockingly affectionate tone. If there was anything that Allie loved, it was her playful friendship with Dean Winchester. "Unless you have hepatitis!"
Dean chortled, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "I don't have hepatitis," he assured her with a grin, leaning in closer than was probably necessary for such an innocent gesture. His breath fanned across her cheek so she could feel the heat radiating off him even through their layers of clothing. "All right then." He slowly lowered his head towards her elbow, pressing a soft kiss against the sensitive skin where it had scraped itself raw on the floor.
Maybe she should have gotten up but she didn't. Dean's lips against her small scrape made goosebumps rise on her arms; her stomach coiled and flipped in enthusiasm. It was such a sweet gesture. She had only been joking when she initially asked. "I..." Allie trailed off and swallowed hard. The words didn't come. "Thanks." The appreciation came out as a blurt and she mentally slapped herself for sounding so stupid while heat rose to her cheeks.
Dean felt his own body responding to the contact, heat pooling low in his abdomen as he continued to press light kisses against her skin. He knew they were just friends - best ones ever, sure, but still only that. But sometimes it was hard not to wonder what it would be like if things between them went beyond that line they'd drawn so clearly years ago. "Anytime," he said before finally pulling away, reluctantly letting go of her elbow, helping her up onto steady ground once more. "Ready?" he continued, trying to mask the desire still burning brightly in his eyes with a nonchalant tone.
Allie nodded, her cheeks pink. She stood up and brushed off the dirt on her dress. "Yeah." Her voice was a little husky but she tried to sound normal again. They continued their search together in silence for a while before they found nothing supernatural other than the readings. Their faces were close enough that if either of them leaned forward just an inch...
Allie's heart raced at the thought. But she didn't want to ruin things between them. Not now when they had been through so much already. It was just the moment; that's all. They were in their twenties and full of raging tension. "Let's go. If this takes much longer I'll die of old age." She turned away from him and attempted to alleviate the moment with a joke.
Dean shook his head fondly as he fell into step beside her. "You'd make a hot GILF." he teased lightheartedly, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder in a friendly manner. They continued their search together for several more minutes. As they made their way back towards Sam and the Impala, Dean glanced over at Allie with a small smirk on his face. He'd learned something today. Normally Allie was pretty immune to his charm but she seemed to enjoy being cared for physically. That was a win.
It turned out that a man on set who wrote the initial screenplay to the film didn't like the changes made. He had used a necromancy chant to raise spirits and control them, then began using them to kill people on set. Three died. The trio was able to successfully confront him together. In an agitated outburst, he broke the object he was using to control the spirits. Bad move. They turned on him, angry from his leashing of them, and killed him before disappearing.
The trio took to the road once again for their next adventure.
By the way— Dean did sleep with the lead actress. He actually landed her. Wow. Charming man.