Some Girl

Catching Up

-JENSEN'S POV-

I was roused from my restless nap by the sound of my phone. Stumbling out to the hall so I wouldn't wake JJ, I answered the call without checking to see who it was first.

"Hello?"

I was met by nothing by silence on the other end and brought the phone away from my ear to check the caller ID. However, all I saw were numbers and I realized it was someone who wasn't in my contacts which made me wonder how they got my private number in the first place.

"Hello? Anybody there?" I said as I put the phone back to my ear.

"Hello, Douchebag," a familiar voice finally said.

"Oh, Lightweight, it's you," I grinned in my half-asleep state. "Now how did you get my number?"

"Okay, don't get mad. I tried to tell Tom that I didn't need it and that it was pointless sending it to me, but he's refusing to respond to me unless I talk to you, so here we are..."

I was silent as my brain worked to process the information. I had assumed she would say Jared or Misha had given it to her, not taking into account the other non-Supernatural related friend we had in common. I reserved the number for friends and family, so normally I was overprotective of who knew it and made sure those who had it didn't give it out themselves. I would definitely be chewing Tom out for not following the rule, but I was at least grateful he had only given it to Scarlett and hadn't leaked it onto the internet or some shit.

"You still there, Douchebag?"

"Yeah. Yeah, Lightweight, 'M still here."

"You sound exhausted."

"It's been a rough few weeks," I sighed, rubbing a hand over my beard.

Dani and I both had to get back to work, but neither of us wanted to leave JJ. Her surgery had gone well, and the doctors liked how well her recovery was progressing. Since Dani had more pressing and urgent work to do than me, I suggested I stay with our daughter until she was done and then she could have her back while I flew back to Vancouver to continue filming. It had taken a lot of convincing, but Dani finally gave in and agreed. So, after making a few calls to explain the situation to the producers, I was given permission to extend my leave of absence a few more weeks.

Despite the fact that JJ was doing better, I was still constantly fussing and worried about the young child which was what led to my current sleep-deprived state. I had been sleeping in a chair in the corner of her room so that I'd be able to get to her sooner if she woke up needing something in the middle of the night and I hadn't been eating as much either even though I was very deliberate in making sure my daughter was getting the necessary solids and liquids she needed to aid her recovery along.

"I'm sorry to hear that. How's JJ doing?"

"She's good. The recovery's going well. Dani should be back in a couple of days to take over and I'll be able to come back to work."

"Danneel's not there with you?"

"No, no she had work she needed to take care of, so I agreed to watch JJ until she got finished," I told her.

"Which is why you aren't here," Scarlett voiced.

It was a statement, not a question, but I found myself nodding and confirming it anyway.

"How are things going there, anyway? Are things falling apart without me?"

"Actually, it does feel weird on set without you," she admitted. "Though if you tell anyone I said that you're a dead man."

"Aw, does somebody miss me already?" I teased.

"Shut up," came her reply.

"Admit it: you miss me. You don't know how to function without me around set."

"I don't miss you, Douchebag. It's just weird filming an episode of Supernatural without one of the main characters present."

I was a lot more awake by now as I laughed at her obvious embarrassment that I could clearly hear through the phone. Admittedly, I had been having a harder time than usual being away from set so long, but if that had anything to do with her, I would never tell. I told myself it was just because I'd been doing Supernatural for so long, it felt weird to not be there for filming, but deep down I knew that wasn't really the case. Somehow, this stranger had walked into my life one day, weaseled her way under my skin, and made me care more than I had in years over the course of just over a month.

"Say whatever you want, Lightweight, but I think we both know the truth," I joked with her. "You're lost without me."

"Whatever, Douchebag," she grumbled. "If you're just going to tease me, I'm hanging up now."

"Wait, wait, wait. Don't hang up, I want to keep talking. How are they accommodating my absence?"

"Well, they changed some of Jared and my dialogue so it's implied that Dean went MIA, but I think they're still trying to come up with the whole cover story. Sam and Faith are both struggling to find any new information about the Darkness that could help them, and Castiel's not answering Sam's prayers, though Misha and I are supposed to film a scene together tomorrow, so I assume his silence will be explained a bit then."

"Sounds like a party," I grinned into the phone.

"That's one word for it, I suppose," she sighed.

"Alright, joking aside, how are you holding up, really? Because honestly, you don't sound so hot yourself."

"I'm fine."

"No, answer the question honestly. None of that 'I'm fine' crap girls always seem to pull when they're not actually fine. How are you holding up?"

It was silent on the other end of the phone while I waited for her to answer, and I heard a cry come from JJ's room.

"Daddy?"

I headed back into the bedroom to check on my daughter, Scarlett still silent.

"What is it, baby?" I asked her, holding the phone away from my ear slightly.

"I hungy," JJ mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she sat up in bed.

"Well, let's go find you something to eat, okay?"

The young girl nodded, kicking her blankets away as she climbed from the bed. In one hand she held tightly to her favorite stuffed bear while her other hand fisted around two of my fingers.

"Sounds like you're busy. We'll talk later, okay, Douchebag?"

"I'm holding you to that, Lightweight."

I heard a click as Scarlett hung up the phone and I slipped my own into my pocket after saving the number to my contacts.

"Alright, what do you want to eat, J Bird?"

"Boo bewies!"