Summary: You get a call from your ex, Jared, to work a few scenes on the set of Supernatural as a hunter who takes a liking to Dean. The producers love the chemistry between you and Jensen, so they decide to give you a full-time gig. Feelings for Jared come back in a flush, but over time as your character falls for Dean, you find yourself falling for Jensen.
Pairings: Ex!Jared X Actress! Reader, Dean Winchester X Hunter! Reader (and single! Jensen X Actress! Reader in the future)
Warnings: supernatural type violence, angst, injured! reader,
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Little beads of sweat drop down the sides of your face as you watch the screen of your phone light up. The vibrating persists and the shaking sends you over the edge. Determination awakens inside of you. A venomous reprisal flows through your heated veins.
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With its last plea for an answer, the call from your ex-fiance goes to voicemail. You strangle the phone in your hand. The vein in your wrist swells. You lob the device across the dashboard with a hulking clash against the windshield and an unintended grunt comes out of you.
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Your face dives into your hands. The tears you’d withheld plummet down your cheeks and puddle up in your palms. Any attempt at noiseless mourning is a failed one, but now that it’s started there’s no backing out until this twisting in your stomach ceases.
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Slouching in your seat, you stay that way for most of your lunch. Using a napkin to wipe the tears away, your stomach sloshes in desperation for a meal. Forgoing food, your hands shake and your body quivers as you reach for the handle. Reminding yourself that you are stronger than this, you stride with your head held high back to the crew. 11Please respect copyright.PENANAz1LpmeVcna
“Oh, dear,” your makeup artist, Polly, shouts when she spots you. “Come here, hun. Let’s fix that pretty face of yours,” she jogs over to you and sets a hand on your shoulder, kindly guiding you over to her station.
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Without any questions, she begins to work away in fixing the patchy foundation and smeared mascara. You don’t know why or what causes you to blurt out, “sorry about the makeup.” She removes her hand from your face as not to mess up her work while you speak, “I took too big of a bite,” you force out a laugh. “I choked on pizza and a stranger had to come pat on my back and give me water to dislodge it.”
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She hums something of a reply and nods slightly. You curse yourself for not thinking of something better and sit in embarrassing silence as she makes her finishing touches. Giving her a smile of appreciation, you jog back over to the crew.
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“There she is!” Jensen gleams, holding out open arms. “The star of the show!”
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You can’t help but blush at his comment, even though you know it’s a humble remark from him. He and Jared are the real stars of the show, not someone who’s only been on set a few days. Still, you give him a phony smile and thank him, being sure to add that it wouldn’t have made it this far without him.
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“So you watch it?” he says, tugging the corners of his lips down to keep the smile from rising any taller.
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“Of course I watch the show, Jensen,” you laugh. “It’s the best thing on television since Code Red,” you wink. You’d somehow begun a battle of one-upping with your favorite co-star after his compliment.
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He tilts his head back just slightly, his face holding semblance to a smirk of satisfaction, “yeah, but did you ever watch Dawson’s Creek? That was the peak of my career,” he winks with slightly parted lips.
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Your eyes fall shut as you belt out an undeniably, genuine laugh. Your mouth and eyes open wide at the realization that this is the first time you’d felt that rumble of excitement in your stomach since you met Jared.
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That’s when the second realization hits. Jared. You peer behind Jensen’s right side. Already on set, Jared scampers off to occupy himself with something other than glaring at you from a distance. You don’t know how long you’d be able to put up with that, though Jensen and his generosity make it easier.
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“I’m sorry, Jensen, but that show was an abomination to the eyes and ears of every poor soul to have seen it,” you laugh again. His eyes crinkle somewhat into a smile as his head drops against his chest, “I gotta say though,” you add. He looks up at you, through his lashes, and holds a smile, “CJ definitely carried my interest through all the chaos.”
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He smiles before twisting around to face the director as he calls for everyone on set. You follow behind him and stand off to the side, next to a stiff and frowning Jared. The prop crew set the scene for Dean, Bobby, and Jody’s rescue mission.
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“You okay?” You ask for the seventh time. The only difference is that this one was the only one to make it off your lips.
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He acts as if he hadn’t heard you. He doesn’t look at you and keeps his hands folded in front of him in an at attention, military-akin way. Sighing the response away, you close your eyes in anticipation for the directors-
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“Action!”
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Your eyes unlatch. You drop to a crouch with Sam, looking around you and over your shoulders as you make your way around a scantily lit alleyway. The narrow street borders a large, abandoned building.
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Sam picks up his pace, pushing himself in front of you to peer around the corner of the building. You lean against the chilly wall. You hold on tightly to the knife drenched in lamb’s blood and take a few short breaths. Sam moves his head in a slight shake, signaling for you to take the lead.
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You progress along the building’s edge in a crouch, looking in all directions before stopping at a metal door. Shaking the handle, you give Sam a side-eyeing glance to find another entrance. As he looks along the walls of the building, you wonder if you hadn’t tried hard enough and rattle the door again.
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Sam grips onto your arm and whirls you around to face him, a finger held to his lips as his face scrunches into a tight frown. “Be quiet,” he harshly criticizes.
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Oh, no. That wasn’t in the script. That was improvised. You scan the lot behind him, letting your eyes coast away from the anger cluttering on his face and onto the crew - trying to avoid the shining lights and camera. Why are we still rolling? you think.
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You decide to go with it. Perhaps the director saw something in this that you haven’t yet.
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He flips around, sending a whiff of his motel conditioner and cologne into your chest. You press on, following tightly at his heels as he runs to scale the side of a building. Propping himself up on the fire escape, he reaches his hand down for you to grab onto. You’re supposed to take it - to let him pull you up, but you only stare at the lines on his palm. Sam’s eyes clench, he must think you can’t reach him as he tightens his face and pushes his arm down a little further.
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Unlike the script requires, you swat it away and grip it onto the concrete bricks. He holds his breath as you pull yourself up and force him out of your way to step onto the small platform. With arms stretched above him, he opens a window that’s at chest height. He sets his palms on the sill of the window and bounces to land his chest on the opening. As he shuffles in, you push his legs for support. After he plops onto the floor, he spins around to put his torso out of the window and reaches out for your hand. Again, despite the script, you swat it away.
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The two of you stealthily step along the creaking floor in search of your missing friends. Rounding a corner, you hear a feeble groan to the tune of Dean’s voice. Your body propels in the direction of his pleas. You fold your lips under your teeth to keep yourself from calling out for him, reminding yourself that it would do more harm than good to be anything other than quiet.
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When Sam catches up to you, you are standing with your mouth agape and arms dangling at your sides. Dean, Jody, and Bobby are all strung up by their wrists with chains, heads hanging against their chests. Tears stroll down your cheeks from red-rimmed eyes.
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Shit, that’s not in the script either.
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“You have your knife?” you say in a breathless whisper to Sam without removing your eyes from Dean. Through the peripheral you see him lift it just barely and nod a confirmation. “Stay close,” you mutter before sprinting down the stairs, heading directly for Dean.
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Your hands fly onto his face, pulling it up to square it to yours. He lets out another grunt. You tenderly release your grip on his face, running your thumbs against his cheeks as you do. Your eyes slightly in excessive rage, and your body is shaking as a response. You gently pucker your lips to his cheek and kiss it softly, “we’re gonna get you out of here, Dean.”
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“You’re here for the daydreams, right?” A halcyon murmur rings out from behind you. Flipping around, you grip onto the knife and move your eyes around in search of Sam.
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“Let my friends go,” you growl, head tilting down as the anger floods out of you.
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The colorful masterpiece of a tattooed beauty flips her midnight hair off the side as she chuckles. Gradually approaching from behind her are two men that take a stance on either side of her. You take a step back, accidentally bumping into Dean. You roll with it, making it look like an act of protection. You raise your head to look level at them, cocking it to the side slightly as you regain your grip on the knife.
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The woman and two men take murderously slow steps at you. Your rage turns to courage. Baring your teeth, you belt out an exploding war-cry and run towards them, blade in front of you. The woman, out of instinct, holds out her hands in front of her. You slash through them in one swift motion and then jab the knife into her chest.
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As she drops to the ground, you job back a few steps, watching the men rapidly approaching. “Sammy! Where are you?”
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Right on cue, Sam sprints onto the scene and takes one of the men by surprise, tackling him to the ground. Taking the opportunity, you lunge at the other. He grips onto your wrist before you can stab him and with a macabre smirk twists your arm back. You cry out in agony as the man laughs and you hear the commotion of Sam rolling around and throwing punches at the other.
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In an attempt to escape the pain in your arm, you fall onto the prickly concrete. The Djinn drops on top of you and uses one hand to hold down your squirming arms, wrapping the other around your face.
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Slowly losing grip on existence, your eyeballs roll back and you weakly tap on the actor's arm as if to tap out of a UFC fight. He doesn’t seem to notice. Your chest moves up and down hastily as if to accommodate for the increasing rate of your heartbeat. You try to get out a bargain for a ‘cut-scene’, to recuperate and try again, but only gasps come out of your mouth.
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“That’s right, sweetheart. Fall into your happy place-” he grunts the ending of the word as his hand is ripped from your face. You don’t - can’t - move a muscle, attempting to get yourself in a state of tranquility to be able to finish the scene.
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Almost there. Almost there. Almost. There. You repeat the two words in your mind as you listen to the grunting and clinking of Sam’s knife, fighting against the last Djinn. With one final, elongated roar you know the battle is over. Wiggling your toes and fingers, you hope to ride this attack out without being noticed in order to get on your feet in time to help Sam.
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Your body springs forward, with one intense and final gasp for air as your eyes open. With a sigh of relief, you see the puddle of blood is draped over the Djinn instead of Sam. He sits on the floor, legs curled up to him, and his head bows in his lap while he catches his breath.
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“Well done, Moose,” a trenchant voice echoes throughout the room. “Thanks for calling me, Bell.” With a snap of his fingers, the three enslaved hunters collapse from the chains and moan as they hit the harsh ground.
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“Cut!” The director calls out. You finally feel like you can breathe again like you’re grounded. You peel yourself from the floor with the help of Jensen. His hands holding onto your forearms, you look around the set to notice that Jared has already left. The bloodied hands you’d chopped off are just styrofoam molds covered in a ketchup mixture. The chains holding Dena’s arms above his head are just plastic props. There’s an entire wall missing from the warehouse you just fought for your life in.
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Er, Bell fought for her life.
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You shake your head, looking up at Jensen and his mouth moves in front of you - a ringing coming from his lips. Shaking your head more fiercely, you let it hang for a moment. Jensen throws his hand onto your back and the other under your arm, catching you as you collapse into him. That’s when you begin to hear the murmuring of other cast members and Jensen’s call of distress, “medic! I need a medic over here!”
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He turns his face down to you, brushing the hair from your face and shifting you up in his arms. “Hey, Y/N. Take a deep breath for me.” Placing the back of his hand onto your sweaty forehead, he winces. “Jesus, you’re burning up!”
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Four different people rush to your side and rip you from Jensen’s warm touch. The last thing you remember is being carried into a room and set onto a bed.
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