Some Girl

Not the Same

-SCARLETT'S POV-

"Cameras rolling... action!"

I sat at a table in a fake motel room, doing "research" on a laptop. Jared sat on one of the beds, looking through John's journal.

"You got anything?" I huffed, looking over at Jared.

"No, you?" he shut the book, throwing it on the bed beside him.

"Not a thing," I groaned, closing the laptop with a snap. "This is pointless!"

"We're going to figure this out," Jared assured me.

"How, Sam? How are we going to figure this out? Dean's MIA, we have zip on the Darkness, and Castiel's not answering your prayers."

"I... don't know," his shoulders slumped. "But we will. Somehow."

"I'm going for a walk. Don't wait up."

Without waiting for a reply, I shoved my chair back angrily and stomped out the "door", slamming it as I went. Ducking around a corner, I snuck back to watch the next part of the scene play out while the cameras continued rolling.

"Hey, Cas. It's me... again," Jared was saying. "I don't know what's going on with you, but we could use some help, man. Faith and I are struggling to find anything about this Darkness that we released when the Mark was removed and Dean's still MIA... Just... at least call me, if you can. So that I actually know I'm getting through to you. Please?"

"CUT!" Singer called after a moment. "Pearce, you're good. We don't need you anymore. Jared, if you could stick around so we can run that dialogue again, that'd be great."

Both Jared and I nodded, and I ducked off set to go change into my civilian clothes. Jensen still hadn't returned from Texas and it was honestly putting me in a bit of a bad mood. They had to edit the script a little to accommodate his prolonged absence. I hadn't heard all the details, but apparently something had come up with JJ and so he decided he needed to spend a little longer than originally planned. While I understood he wanted to be with his daughter, it didn't help my overactive imagination to know that he was also around Danneel instead of on set with me.

"Hey, Scarlett!" Misha's voice drew me out of my thoughts.

"Hey, Mish," I plastered a smile on my face. "We actually get to film together soon, huh?"

"Yeah, I think the call sheet said we'd be together for some scenes tomorrow," he nodded. 

"Awesome."

I made to keep heading to my trailer, already tired of the conversation. It felt like ever since getting back from break I had had significantly less energy to deal with my co-workers and I didn't want to admit Jensen's absence had something to do with it even though deep down I knew it was true.

"So, hey, I think there's a group of us heading out to eat after filming tonight if you wanted to join us," Misha continued, following me.

"Yeah, maybe," I mumbled.

"It's just, you haven't really spent time around anyone the past few days and I think if you came, it could be really good for you."

"I said maybe, Misha. Now, I'd really like to change out of my costume into some real clothes, so if you'll excuse me."

"Oh, yeah," Misha stopped short outside my trailer. "Yeah, of course. We can talk later."

Without responding, I opened the door of my trailer and went inside, all but slamming the door behind me. Part of me felt bad for snapping at him, but I really wasn't in the mood to deal with it right then. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before slipping into the bathroom to change. My phone pinged a few minutes later and I went to check it.

Tom Welling-ton:
How's filming going?
Have you gotten to work with
Misha yet?
Can you talk yet?
I'm bored.
My co-workers are annoying.
Pay attention 2 me 🥺
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Call meeee
ur boring
anybody there???

Scarlett Pieces:
Hey, sorry. I've been busy with
filming. What's up?

Tom Welling-ton:
she lives!
how r u doing?

Scarlett Pieces:
all good. filming's fun ig

Tom Welling-ton:
u guess?

Scarlett Pieces:
it's not the same w/o
jensen here...

Tom Welling-ton:
ur bf isn't on set???

Scarlett Pieces:
he's not my bf. we're just friends
and no he isn't on set. he stayed in
tx bc something happened with jj

Tom Welling-ton:
what happened with jj?

Scarlett Pieces:
i don't know details, just that he
stayed behind longer to be with 
her

Tom Welling-ton:
have u ever noticed how we go from
formally texting each other to using 
shortcuts rlly fast???
also, that doesn't sound good

Scarlett Pieces:
Yeah, I have noticed that, lol. Is this better?
Also, yeah, no, definitely doesn't sound like
anything good.

Tom Welling-ton:
so besides ur bf still being in
tx, how's filming going?

Scarlett Pieces:
He's not my bf! And it's okay, I 
suppose. It really does feel weird 
filming for SPN w/o Jensen on set...

Tom Welling-ton:
u miss him

Scarlett Pieces:
yeah ig so...

Tom Welling-ton:
well have u tried calling or
texting him?

Scarlett Pieces:
no
i don't have his number

Tom Welling-ton:
girl how have u worked with
him 4 over a month and not gotten
his nmbr yet?????

Scarlett Pieces:
idk... i've never had a reason to
need it b4

Tom Welling-ton:
that's crap. i'm texting u his nmbr
and ur going 2 stop talking 2 me and
talk 2 him instead ok?

Before I could tell him off, Tom had texted me the number. I tried telling him I didn't want to talk to Jensen, and that it was pointless to give me his number because he wouldn't want to talk to me anyway, but it became clear pretty fast that he wasn't going to respond to me anymore. So, sighing to myself, I saved the number to my contacts under the name 'Douchebag' before hitting the call button....and then realized what I'd just done. However, before I could hang up and send a text instead, he picked up on the other end.

"Hello?"

I didn't say a word, rendered speechless at simply hearing his gruff, tired voice after going so long without him.

"Hello?" Jensen repeated. "Anyone there?"

"Hello, Douchebag," I forced my mouth to work.

"Oh, Lightweight, it's you. Now how did you get my number?"