One Breath Away

Chapter Two

"Lucky for you I have another audition set up for you, but Jensen it's not going to be any better then the last." She warned, handing him the folder.

Jensen walked in ready to addition for the small roll in the TV show. The waiting room was packed full of people auditioning. He sighed, leaning on the wall as his phone rang in his pocket. "Hello?" He answered it in a low voice, not to bother anyone reading their scripts.

"How's it going son?" His fathers voice asked through the phone. Jensen closed his eyes in thought debating on what to tell him, he didn't want to lie.

"I'm waiting for an audition right now, no luck so fare." He informed his dad with a heavy heart.

"You know our deal." Was the only thing his dad said. Jensen nodded even though he couldn't see him.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry I'll get this one." Jensen said, adding a cheery ton to his voice.

"If you don't get something fast I'll be seeing you soon." He said, hanging up the phone.

"Jensen Ackles?" The man popped his head out the door, holding a clipboard.

"Yeah, that's me." He eagerly replied, stuffing his phone in his pocket.

Jensen fished reading his lines on the script, smiling politely to the men. "Thank you Ackles, but you don't fit the type we're looking for." The man said with a look that read to bad kid.

"Thank you for the opportunity anyway." He smiled, although all he wanted to do was climb over that damn desk and strangle the man.

"So kid what's next for you?" The short dark haired man asked as he grabbed his jacket. Jensen turned his head to the man talking to him, a bit in shock.

"Heading back to Texas I guess." He chuckled even though it wasn't funny to him.

"Safe trip kid." He nodded to Jensen as his phone rang. "Hello?.... What? ... I already paid five big ones for him!... And that's my problem?... I want my money back..."

Jensen couldn't help, but listening to the conversation. The part about five big once caught his attention. The man hung up the phone angrily, turning his attention back to the green eyed man. "Why Texas?" He asked, grabbing his travel mug.

"I lived there. I made a deal with my dad. If I can't pay my way out here I go back." Jensen informed the man.

"Sorry to hear that. The names Mark, Mark Sheppard." He held his hand to shake Jensens hand.