Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Chapter Two
Chapter Wordcount: 2519
When he finally got the chance to check she was waiting outside the gates to the set, leaned against her windshield, stretched out over her hood.
“Hey!” he called, waving as he made his way across the street.
“Hey,” she smiled, sliding down off the car. “Is this okay? I circled the block but didn’t know where to park.”
“Yea, yea, it’s fine.”
“It’s not gonna get towed or anything?”
Jensen smirked, “Okay, Dean,” he chuckled, “No, your baby will be fine here.”
She laughed, “Shut up, you don’t realize what I have invested in that car.”
He just laughed and led the way back to the gates.
He stopped at the small guard building and disappeared inside for a minute, when he came back out he looped a lanyard around her neck, laminated visitor’s pass hanging on the end.
“This way if you need to get back out to your car or something you won’t need me to get back in without being arrested,” he grinned.
“Cool, thanks.”
“So,” he said, leading her deeper in the set, “I’ve got at least an hour to kill before they need me, wanna see the Impala?” he grinned.
She just arched her brow and grinned back.
“Did you honestly just ask me that?”
He grinned before walking off, pointing out random things here and there and introducing her to some of the crew. Finally he just stopped and pointed with a smile.
It was kind of a pointless gesture because her eyes had sought out the polished black the second they had turned the corner.
She sighed causing him to laugh. “Come on, you can touch it.”
“Don’t tease me.”
He laughed again, “I’m not, go on.”
She shot him a sideways look.
“Go!” he grinned.
She continued to shoot him a look, although her smile gave her away, as she edged closer to the car.
He hung back, tried to make himself shrink into the nonexistent shadows and grinned to himself as she seemed drawn into some kind of gravitational pull around the car, sucked into her own little world.
She ran the tips of her fingers over the high-gloss paint, swept over the sharp swell of the fender before dragging them down over the long hood, fingernail catching on the chrome of the grille molding.
Her eyes were just as appreciative of the long lines, marking their own unseen path up over the hood, through the windshield and over the wrapped steering wheel.
When she sighed again, fingertips still hovering over the ink black of the hood, Jensen cleared his throat.
“Shut up,” she smirked, shooting him a mock-glare out of the corner of her eye.
He grinned, “You want some alone time?”
She glared at him again, crossing her arms just to prove she could stand there without touching the car.
“Shut up,” she smiled, “It’s a nice car,” she continued to grin, even though she immediately regretted saying something so childish.
He laughed again, scratching at the back of his neck as he finally came up beside her.
“Yea, yea it is.”
“Leave me alone,” she mumbled, half the words lost in some sort of chuckle.
He just laughed back, “Wanna sit in it?”
He opened the door for her with a flourish and fake bow, earning another half-hearted glare from her as she slid across the sun-warmed black seat.
He leaned over the window, ducking his head in as she swept her hands over the steering wheel.
“I think this is the stunt one too,” he said, looking down the side of the car.
Next thing he knew she was yanking on the hood release and getting back out of the car so fast he stumbled when he backed up out of her way.
She pulled up on the hood, the hinges groaning before just pausing and staring at the bright chrome air cleaner perched in the middle, surrounded by red plug wires running from the block up to the grungy red distributor in the back like veins running to the heart of the 427 engine.
“Damn,” she whispered.
“You really are a car girl aren’t you?” he chuckled.
She just smirked before walking around to the side and leaning over the engine, spinning the wing nut off the air cleaner before lifting it carefully to see the Holley carburetor bolted underneath.
She huffed out half a laugh.
“First thing to go if I had it.”
“What?”
“I hate Holleys. Had one on my Monte, it was a piece of shit, ditched it for an Edelbrock.”
Jensen shrugged, “I don’t think they’ve had any problems with it.”
She shrugged back, putting the air cleaner back in its spot. “I’ve known more than one person that swear by Holleys, but personally, I hate ‘em.”
“Fair enough,” he grinned. “Wanna take a spin?”
Her eyes shot from where they had still been attached the engine to his, wide with childish excitement.
“Are you shitting me?”
He laughed at her, “No I’m not. I mean, I can’t let you drive it or anything but I can take you out in it.”
She slammed the hood and was opening the passenger side door before he could say anything else.
He grinned, slipping in behind the wheel as she slammed the door.
He paused before starting it, seeing her face fall just slightly as she glanced at the door.
“What?”
“I miss the squeak,” she mumbled, sticking her lip out comically.
He laughed out loud, cranking the engine and grinning as she shifted in her seat as the 425 horses began to pound.
Jensen was gunning it through the set after losing track of time and then hitting traffic.
“Man, Kim’s gonna be pissed,” he said, taking another turn through the trailers.
“At least he can’t fire you,” she grinned.
He chuckled, “Yea, that’s true.”
When he turned the last corner Kim was standing there, hands on his hips, obviously awaiting Jensen’s arrival in the pilfered Impala that the thunder of the engine had heralded.
“He looks pissed,” Tareena whispered out of the side of her mouth, corner twitched up in a grin.
Jensen grinned and pulled right up to Kim, who proceeded to slam the flat of his hand against the hood.
“Hey!” Jensen squawked, getting out quickly, “Easy there, she didn’t do nothin’ to you.”
Kim just stared him down. “You have fun on your little joy ride?”
“Sure did,” Jensen grinned, waving a hand towards Tareena, “Kim I want you to meet Tareena, she’s a fan.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kim said pleasantly, obviously deciding Jensen deserved the full blame for their escapade, “Don’t let him get away with dragging you all over,” he smiled, shaking her hand. “You gonna join us in filming today?”
She released his hand and shot a look over at Jensen. “I don’t know. I can’t even believe I’m on set, I don’t wanna distract you guys or anything.”
“It’s no big deal,” Jensen waved his hand. “Right Kim?”
“Hey,” he said, “As long as you’re not distracting me or my actors or getting in my frames you’re more than welcome to stick around.”
“See?” Jensen grinned.
She just held her hands up in mock surrender and followed him over to where Jared was taking a last look at his lines.
“Hey man.”
He looked up, surprise flitting across his features when he saw her.
“Hey.”
“Tareena, Jared…Jared, Tareena.”
“Hey how you doing?” he asked, mile wild grin.
“Pretty awesome actually,” she grinned back, shaking his offered hand. “Kinda can’t believe I’m actually here.”
“Where ya from?” Jared asked.
“Florida.”
“Holy shit!” he squawked, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. “Uh…I mean, holy…cow,” he grinned as Jensen laughed at him and shrugged on Dean’s jacket.
Tareena laughed, “No need to hold back around me, trust me, I can make a sailor proud.”
Jared just grinned, “That’s really cool that you came all that way just to be here though.”
Tareena just shrugged, all three of them looking over their shoulder when one of the PAs called for Jared and Jensen.
“You’re sticking around today right?” Jared asked, unfolding himself from his chair.
“Yea, I guess so.”
“Awesome!” he grinned.
“You can hang out over here,” Jensen offered, or maybe over there,” he pointed, “as long as you stand behind the cameras. We’re just going to be right there,” he pointed again, where there were some props set up in the center of a ring of lights and cameras.
“Alright,” she smiled, hesitantly sitting down in the chair that had his name stenciled on it.
“I’ll come back when we get a break,” he smiled.
“Ugh, I swear they write Dean slamming in to walls on purpose,” Jensen groaned, rolling his shoulders as they made their way back to the wardrobe trailer after dark.
Tareena laughed, half tempted to reach up and rub his shoulders in a teasing manner but thought better of it, seeing as she did just meet these guys.
“Hey!” Jared grinned, spinning around to walk backwards. “You guys up for dinner?”
Jensen shrugged, looking over at Tareena.
“Sure…” she said slowly.
“Whattya got in mind?” Jensen asked.
“Gotham?”
“Ooo, yea,” he grinned, pointing at Jared.
“Batman?” Tareena asked with an arch of her brow.
Jared laughed. “No, it’s a steakhouse, really good food, you’ll like it.”
She shrugged, “Alright.”
“Cool,” he grinned, just in time to trip and fall flat on his ass, both Jensen and Tareena trying and failing to catch him before he fell.
“Smooth,” Jensen laughed, offering him a hand up.
She sucked in a breath as soon as they were through the front doors of the restaurant.
The seats were all leather and velvet. Walls and booths made out of elegant dark wood. Iron accents that lead up the spiral staircases to a balcony. Vivid original artwork hung on some of the walls, cubbyholes filled with wine made up the rest.
Everything overwhelmed her in an instant and Jensen actually had to take her elbow just to bring her back to the present when the maître d' led them to their table.
She swallowed hard as the server pulled out her chair for her and offered to take their drink orders.
At a complete loss and having no idea what they even had for a selection she stuttered out that a water was fine.
With a nod and clasped hands he walked away.
“Pretty cool right?” Jared grinned, opening up his menu.
“Yea,” she mumbled, eyes drawn to the crystal glasses and actual silver silverware arranged on the table.
She cracked open her own menu and glanced over the selection.
No doubt the food there would be exceptional.
But she’d never get the chance to try it.
The appetizers themselves had price tags attached to them that were higher than what she would pay for a whole dinner somewhere else.
Suddenly the posh atmosphere seemed claustrophobic and she closed the menu with an audible snap.
Jensen and Jared’s eyes both peeked over their own books.
“I um…I’m just, gonna go…to the bathroom real quick,” she stuttered out.
“Alright, we’ll wait till you get back,” Jensen grinned.
She faked a smile back and tried to compose herself enough to at least get out of her chair without stumbling.
She never had the intention of going to the bathroom and instead veered towards the exit, inhaling gulps of cool city air as soon as she was through the doors.
She could hear the people talking on the restaurant’s patio. The soft music playing inside. The cars that were going up and down the street.
She tried to focus on the sounds. Tried to will her composure back in place. Tried to think of back home. Tried to equate the city sounds of Vancouver to the city sounds of central Florida.
She tried and failed.
“Are you ready to order gentlemen?”
Jared looked up, “I am, but we’re waiting for our friend.”
“Of course,” the man smiled and once again left the table.
“I think I’m gonna get the Porterhouse,” Jensen mumbled, running his finger down the menu.
“Where’s Tareena?” Jared asked, closing his menu.
Jensen looked up, glancing around the dining room, before finally taking a look at his watch.
“I dunno,” he said, his brows drawing down in concern and confusion.
“She’s been gone for like ten minutes,” Jared said, his concern growing as well.
“I’m gonna go look for her,” Jensen said, sliding out of his chair.
“There you are!” he almost shouted as he slipped past a couple people making their way into the restaurant.
She spun around in surprise.
“You freaked me and Jared out, I actually sent a waitress into the bathroom to look for you.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, fixing her eyes on the pavement.
“Hey,” he said quieting his tone, “Are you okay?” he asked, placing his hand on the small of her back as she turned back towards the street.
“Yea,” she said, trying her best to smile convincingly. “Yea, I’m just not feeling too well.”
“You want me to take you home? Or get you a taxi or something?” he asked, eyes already shooting down the road.
“I drove here, remember?”
“Well yea, but if you’re not feeling okay we can take you home. I’ll go get Jared,” he started, already mid-turn back towards the door.
“No! Jensen…no, I’m…I’m fine, really.”
“You okay for dinner? The waiter’s ready to take our orders.”
Her mouth went to move but nothing came out and it wasn’t until then he really noticed the panicked gloss to her eyes, the way she seemed ready to bolt in an instant.
“Tareena, what’s wrong?”
“I just…I have to go. I’m sorry for bailing like this, I just…I have to go,” she shot out, taking off down the sidewalk and around the corner to the parking lot.
“Wait! Tareena!” by the time he caught up her Monte Carlo’s engine was already revving and he had to step back onto the sidewalk as she tore out of the parking lot.
“Hey,” Jensen said breathless, yanking his jacket on, “something’s wrong.”
“What? Is she okay?” Jared asked, already starting to stand.
“I don’t know, she just…she just left, said she wasn’t feeling well but I dunno…”
Jensen was halfway across the dining room when he realized Jared wasn’t behind him and he stopped and turned around. “C’mon!”
“Jensen,” Jared whispered, walking over to him to make sure the entire place didn’t hear their conversation. “What are you planning on doing? Tracking her down? It’s nearly midnight.”
Jensen sighed. “She looked…scared…or something.”
“Do you even know where she’s staying?”
“She said something about a hostel? Earlier today. On uh…Pender Street?”
“Look…” Jared sighed, trying to figure out why Jensen was ready to take off after a fan that he had known for less than week. “Let’s just eat dinner, we can figure out where she’s staying tomorrow and you can go see if she’s okay.”
Jensen cast one more look out the front doors before reluctantly agreeing.
Jared’s worried eyes kept track of him the rest of the night.
Chapter Notes:
This is Renegade, her/my car, since I didn't show a picture in the last chapter
This is for anyone who couldn't understand what I explained about under the hood haha, I got some friends that thought it was greek
Gotham Steakhouse is real, and it is someplace I would probably never set foot in, which is not saying that it's anything bad, just too uptown for me
Previous: Chapter One | Next: Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter Wordcount: 2519
When he finally got the chance to check she was waiting outside the gates to the set, leaned against her windshield, stretched out over her hood.
“Hey!” he called, waving as he made his way across the street.
“Hey,” she smiled, sliding down off the car. “Is this okay? I circled the block but didn’t know where to park.”
“Yea, yea, it’s fine.”
“It’s not gonna get towed or anything?”
Jensen smirked, “Okay, Dean,” he chuckled, “No, your baby will be fine here.”
She laughed, “Shut up, you don’t realize what I have invested in that car.”
He just laughed and led the way back to the gates.
He stopped at the small guard building and disappeared inside for a minute, when he came back out he looped a lanyard around her neck, laminated visitor’s pass hanging on the end.
“This way if you need to get back out to your car or something you won’t need me to get back in without being arrested,” he grinned.
“Cool, thanks.”
“So,” he said, leading her deeper in the set, “I’ve got at least an hour to kill before they need me, wanna see the Impala?” he grinned.
She just arched her brow and grinned back.
“Did you honestly just ask me that?”
He grinned before walking off, pointing out random things here and there and introducing her to some of the crew. Finally he just stopped and pointed with a smile.
It was kind of a pointless gesture because her eyes had sought out the polished black the second they had turned the corner.
She sighed causing him to laugh. “Come on, you can touch it.”
“Don’t tease me.”
He laughed again, “I’m not, go on.”
She shot him a sideways look.
“Go!” he grinned.
She continued to shoot him a look, although her smile gave her away, as she edged closer to the car.
He hung back, tried to make himself shrink into the nonexistent shadows and grinned to himself as she seemed drawn into some kind of gravitational pull around the car, sucked into her own little world.
She ran the tips of her fingers over the high-gloss paint, swept over the sharp swell of the fender before dragging them down over the long hood, fingernail catching on the chrome of the grille molding.
Her eyes were just as appreciative of the long lines, marking their own unseen path up over the hood, through the windshield and over the wrapped steering wheel.
When she sighed again, fingertips still hovering over the ink black of the hood, Jensen cleared his throat.
“Shut up,” she smirked, shooting him a mock-glare out of the corner of her eye.
He grinned, “You want some alone time?”
She glared at him again, crossing her arms just to prove she could stand there without touching the car.
“Shut up,” she smiled, “It’s a nice car,” she continued to grin, even though she immediately regretted saying something so childish.
He laughed again, scratching at the back of his neck as he finally came up beside her.
“Yea, yea it is.”
“Leave me alone,” she mumbled, half the words lost in some sort of chuckle.
He just laughed back, “Wanna sit in it?”
He opened the door for her with a flourish and fake bow, earning another half-hearted glare from her as she slid across the sun-warmed black seat.
He leaned over the window, ducking his head in as she swept her hands over the steering wheel.
“I think this is the stunt one too,” he said, looking down the side of the car.
Next thing he knew she was yanking on the hood release and getting back out of the car so fast he stumbled when he backed up out of her way.
She pulled up on the hood, the hinges groaning before just pausing and staring at the bright chrome air cleaner perched in the middle, surrounded by red plug wires running from the block up to the grungy red distributor in the back like veins running to the heart of the 427 engine.
“Damn,” she whispered.
“You really are a car girl aren’t you?” he chuckled.
She just smirked before walking around to the side and leaning over the engine, spinning the wing nut off the air cleaner before lifting it carefully to see the Holley carburetor bolted underneath.
She huffed out half a laugh.
“First thing to go if I had it.”
“What?”
“I hate Holleys. Had one on my Monte, it was a piece of shit, ditched it for an Edelbrock.”
Jensen shrugged, “I don’t think they’ve had any problems with it.”
She shrugged back, putting the air cleaner back in its spot. “I’ve known more than one person that swear by Holleys, but personally, I hate ‘em.”
“Fair enough,” he grinned. “Wanna take a spin?”
Her eyes shot from where they had still been attached the engine to his, wide with childish excitement.
“Are you shitting me?”
He laughed at her, “No I’m not. I mean, I can’t let you drive it or anything but I can take you out in it.”
She slammed the hood and was opening the passenger side door before he could say anything else.
He grinned, slipping in behind the wheel as she slammed the door.
He paused before starting it, seeing her face fall just slightly as she glanced at the door.
“What?”
“I miss the squeak,” she mumbled, sticking her lip out comically.
He laughed out loud, cranking the engine and grinning as she shifted in her seat as the 425 horses began to pound.
Jensen was gunning it through the set after losing track of time and then hitting traffic.
“Man, Kim’s gonna be pissed,” he said, taking another turn through the trailers.
“At least he can’t fire you,” she grinned.
He chuckled, “Yea, that’s true.”
When he turned the last corner Kim was standing there, hands on his hips, obviously awaiting Jensen’s arrival in the pilfered Impala that the thunder of the engine had heralded.
“He looks pissed,” Tareena whispered out of the side of her mouth, corner twitched up in a grin.
Jensen grinned and pulled right up to Kim, who proceeded to slam the flat of his hand against the hood.
“Hey!” Jensen squawked, getting out quickly, “Easy there, she didn’t do nothin’ to you.”
Kim just stared him down. “You have fun on your little joy ride?”
“Sure did,” Jensen grinned, waving a hand towards Tareena, “Kim I want you to meet Tareena, she’s a fan.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kim said pleasantly, obviously deciding Jensen deserved the full blame for their escapade, “Don’t let him get away with dragging you all over,” he smiled, shaking her hand. “You gonna join us in filming today?”
She released his hand and shot a look over at Jensen. “I don’t know. I can’t even believe I’m on set, I don’t wanna distract you guys or anything.”
“It’s no big deal,” Jensen waved his hand. “Right Kim?”
“Hey,” he said, “As long as you’re not distracting me or my actors or getting in my frames you’re more than welcome to stick around.”
“See?” Jensen grinned.
She just held her hands up in mock surrender and followed him over to where Jared was taking a last look at his lines.
“Hey man.”
He looked up, surprise flitting across his features when he saw her.
“Hey.”
“Tareena, Jared…Jared, Tareena.”
“Hey how you doing?” he asked, mile wild grin.
“Pretty awesome actually,” she grinned back, shaking his offered hand. “Kinda can’t believe I’m actually here.”
“Where ya from?” Jared asked.
“Florida.”
“Holy shit!” he squawked, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. “Uh…I mean, holy…cow,” he grinned as Jensen laughed at him and shrugged on Dean’s jacket.
Tareena laughed, “No need to hold back around me, trust me, I can make a sailor proud.”
Jared just grinned, “That’s really cool that you came all that way just to be here though.”
Tareena just shrugged, all three of them looking over their shoulder when one of the PAs called for Jared and Jensen.
“You’re sticking around today right?” Jared asked, unfolding himself from his chair.
“Yea, I guess so.”
“Awesome!” he grinned.
“You can hang out over here,” Jensen offered, or maybe over there,” he pointed, “as long as you stand behind the cameras. We’re just going to be right there,” he pointed again, where there were some props set up in the center of a ring of lights and cameras.
“Alright,” she smiled, hesitantly sitting down in the chair that had his name stenciled on it.
“I’ll come back when we get a break,” he smiled.
“Ugh, I swear they write Dean slamming in to walls on purpose,” Jensen groaned, rolling his shoulders as they made their way back to the wardrobe trailer after dark.
Tareena laughed, half tempted to reach up and rub his shoulders in a teasing manner but thought better of it, seeing as she did just meet these guys.
“Hey!” Jared grinned, spinning around to walk backwards. “You guys up for dinner?”
Jensen shrugged, looking over at Tareena.
“Sure…” she said slowly.
“Whattya got in mind?” Jensen asked.
“Gotham?”
“Ooo, yea,” he grinned, pointing at Jared.
“Batman?” Tareena asked with an arch of her brow.
Jared laughed. “No, it’s a steakhouse, really good food, you’ll like it.”
She shrugged, “Alright.”
“Cool,” he grinned, just in time to trip and fall flat on his ass, both Jensen and Tareena trying and failing to catch him before he fell.
“Smooth,” Jensen laughed, offering him a hand up.
She sucked in a breath as soon as they were through the front doors of the restaurant.
The seats were all leather and velvet. Walls and booths made out of elegant dark wood. Iron accents that lead up the spiral staircases to a balcony. Vivid original artwork hung on some of the walls, cubbyholes filled with wine made up the rest.
Everything overwhelmed her in an instant and Jensen actually had to take her elbow just to bring her back to the present when the maître d' led them to their table.
She swallowed hard as the server pulled out her chair for her and offered to take their drink orders.
At a complete loss and having no idea what they even had for a selection she stuttered out that a water was fine.
With a nod and clasped hands he walked away.
“Pretty cool right?” Jared grinned, opening up his menu.
“Yea,” she mumbled, eyes drawn to the crystal glasses and actual silver silverware arranged on the table.
She cracked open her own menu and glanced over the selection.
No doubt the food there would be exceptional.
But she’d never get the chance to try it.
The appetizers themselves had price tags attached to them that were higher than what she would pay for a whole dinner somewhere else.
Suddenly the posh atmosphere seemed claustrophobic and she closed the menu with an audible snap.
Jensen and Jared’s eyes both peeked over their own books.
“I um…I’m just, gonna go…to the bathroom real quick,” she stuttered out.
“Alright, we’ll wait till you get back,” Jensen grinned.
She faked a smile back and tried to compose herself enough to at least get out of her chair without stumbling.
She never had the intention of going to the bathroom and instead veered towards the exit, inhaling gulps of cool city air as soon as she was through the doors.
She could hear the people talking on the restaurant’s patio. The soft music playing inside. The cars that were going up and down the street.
She tried to focus on the sounds. Tried to will her composure back in place. Tried to think of back home. Tried to equate the city sounds of Vancouver to the city sounds of central Florida.
She tried and failed.
“Are you ready to order gentlemen?”
Jared looked up, “I am, but we’re waiting for our friend.”
“Of course,” the man smiled and once again left the table.
“I think I’m gonna get the Porterhouse,” Jensen mumbled, running his finger down the menu.
“Where’s Tareena?” Jared asked, closing his menu.
Jensen looked up, glancing around the dining room, before finally taking a look at his watch.
“I dunno,” he said, his brows drawing down in concern and confusion.
“She’s been gone for like ten minutes,” Jared said, his concern growing as well.
“I’m gonna go look for her,” Jensen said, sliding out of his chair.
“There you are!” he almost shouted as he slipped past a couple people making their way into the restaurant.
She spun around in surprise.
“You freaked me and Jared out, I actually sent a waitress into the bathroom to look for you.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, fixing her eyes on the pavement.
“Hey,” he said quieting his tone, “Are you okay?” he asked, placing his hand on the small of her back as she turned back towards the street.
“Yea,” she said, trying her best to smile convincingly. “Yea, I’m just not feeling too well.”
“You want me to take you home? Or get you a taxi or something?” he asked, eyes already shooting down the road.
“I drove here, remember?”
“Well yea, but if you’re not feeling okay we can take you home. I’ll go get Jared,” he started, already mid-turn back towards the door.
“No! Jensen…no, I’m…I’m fine, really.”
“You okay for dinner? The waiter’s ready to take our orders.”
Her mouth went to move but nothing came out and it wasn’t until then he really noticed the panicked gloss to her eyes, the way she seemed ready to bolt in an instant.
“Tareena, what’s wrong?”
“I just…I have to go. I’m sorry for bailing like this, I just…I have to go,” she shot out, taking off down the sidewalk and around the corner to the parking lot.
“Wait! Tareena!” by the time he caught up her Monte Carlo’s engine was already revving and he had to step back onto the sidewalk as she tore out of the parking lot.
“Hey,” Jensen said breathless, yanking his jacket on, “something’s wrong.”
“What? Is she okay?” Jared asked, already starting to stand.
“I don’t know, she just…she just left, said she wasn’t feeling well but I dunno…”
Jensen was halfway across the dining room when he realized Jared wasn’t behind him and he stopped and turned around. “C’mon!”
“Jensen,” Jared whispered, walking over to him to make sure the entire place didn’t hear their conversation. “What are you planning on doing? Tracking her down? It’s nearly midnight.”
Jensen sighed. “She looked…scared…or something.”
“Do you even know where she’s staying?”
“She said something about a hostel? Earlier today. On uh…Pender Street?”
“Look…” Jared sighed, trying to figure out why Jensen was ready to take off after a fan that he had known for less than week. “Let’s just eat dinner, we can figure out where she’s staying tomorrow and you can go see if she’s okay.”
Jensen cast one more look out the front doors before reluctantly agreeing.
Jared’s worried eyes kept track of him the rest of the night.
Chapter Notes:
This is Renegade, her/my car, since I didn't show a picture in the last chapter
This is for anyone who couldn't understand what I explained about under the hood haha, I got some friends that thought it was greek
Gotham Steakhouse is real, and it is someplace I would probably never set foot in, which is not saying that it's anything bad, just too uptown for me
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