When Reality Starts to Falter (SPN AU FANFIC) Finished!

Part Three

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.

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 the device across the dashboard with a hulking clash against the windshield and an unintended grunt comes out of you.

Your face dives into your hands. The tears you'd withheld plummet down your cheeks and puddle up in your palms. Any attempt at a noiseless mourning is a failed one, but now that it's started there's no backing out until this twisting in your stomach ceases.

Slouching in your seat, you stay that way for the 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 body quivers as you reach for the handle. Reminding yourself that you are stronger than this, you stride with head held high back to the crew.

"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.

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."

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.

"There she is!" Jensen gleams, holding out open arms. "The star of the show!"

You can't help but to blush a 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.

"So you watch it?" he says, tugging the corners of his lips down to keep the smile from rising any taller.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

"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 though all the chaos."