Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Chapter Six
Chapter Wordcount: 1398
“Hey, was wondering if I’d hear from you tonight.”
“Yea, sorry, just got home, shooting went late. What time is it there?”
“Two.”
“Shit, sorry.”
“Please, you know I’m up ‘till three or four most nights.”
Jensen laughed, kicking off his shoes and collapsing on his bed.
“Did you just die?”
“No, sorry,” he mumbled, rolling over onto his back so his face wasn’t smashed in the pillow.
“Good, ‘cause you know that’s not allowed.”
He grinned, “What are you doing?”
“Just putting away some leftovers.”
There was a grunted reply on the other end of the line.
“Are you falling asleep on me?”
“No…”
“Uh huh,” she grinned. “Well before you pass out I got a favor to ask you,” she said quietly.
“Shoot.”
“I’m taking a couple weeks vacation off from work…”
“Cool, you gonna come visit?”
“That was sorta my plan, but well…there’s this little thing of over 4000 miles between us…”
He laughed, “It’s alright, I can get you a plane ticket…you know, if you’re asking.”
“I love you, you know that right?” she asked smirking.
“I know, I know, love you too baby girl. Email me the dates and I’ll buy ‘em in the morning, cool?”
“Yea,” she smiled. “Thanks Jensen.”
“Psht, don’t you dare thank me for something like that, it’s no big deal.”
“It is to me,” she said quietly.
He sighed, “I know.”
“Go to sleep,” she grinned.
There was another grunted reply on the other end of the line.
“Night.”
“Night,” he mumbled back.
“Well look who it is!” Jared grinned, dropping his script into his seat to walk over and give her a hug.
“Hey big guy,” she grinned, feet leaving the ground in what was becoming a standard Padalecki hug.
Unfortunately because Jensen had insisted on picking her up from the airport himself, they didn’t have any break time when they got back and he had to rush to get changed before starting his scene.
“Alright,” he sighed, shrugging on his jacket, “I’ll be back,” he grinned before walking over to the cameras.
“So how long you here for?”
“Couple weeks.”
“Sweet!”
She laughed and sat down in Jensen’s chair to watch him film.
“Damnit,” Jared hissed beside her a few minutes later.
“What’s up?”
“I can’t get these couple lines down,” he said pointing to the script he had in his hand.
She leaned over his shoulder and then plopped back in her chair, snatching Jensen’s copy off the table beside them.
“Here, I’ll read with you.”
“Seriously?”
“Sure, will it help?”
“Yea,” Jared grinned and turned to face her.
He read off his first section and Tareena jumped right in on Dean’s lines, when she finished though Jared didn’t keep reading and she looked up to see him staring at her blankly.
“Uh…’I don’t know why Dean…’” she prompted.
“What?”
“The next line?”
“Right, right,” Jared mumbled, still staring at her.
“Dude, what?”
“Your just…you were Dean. Just then…I mean…wow.”
She rolled her eyes.
“No! I’m serious…like, his mannerisms, and the way he talks and just, holy shit.”
She arched her brow at him and grinned, turning to look at Jensen when he came back over and looked at Jared comically.
“You’re face is gonna get stuck like that,” he grinned.
“Read it for him!”
“What? No!”
“Read what?”
“Dude! She’s you! Or, well…Dean.”
Jensen’s eyebrow arched and he looked between Jared and Tareena.
“Don’t look at me! I was just helping him run through the script.”
“Come on!” Jared said, slapping he knee. “Read it!”
“Dude! No!”
Jensen stood there laughing between the two of them.
“Can you do Sam?”
“Oh my god,” she groaned.
“You might as well do it or he’s not gonna shut up.”
She shot a glare at Jensen, “It’s weird now, I got an audience.”
Jensen rolled his eyes and grabbed her elbow, pulling her out of the seat so he could sit down, leaning back so she could sit back down on his knees.
“Just read it,” he groaned when Jared still wouldn’t shut up.
“Fine,” she growled, letting Jared read first again before slipping into Dean and going through his lines.
Jensen had been rubbing his hand across his eyes and froze, fingers pressed across his forehead and stared at her.
“That’s creepy.”
“Oh my god,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.
“Do Sam!” Jared grinned, leaning forward in his seat.
With an aggravated sigh she went ahead and read through a couple of his lines as well, knowing she wasn’t going to be getting out of this.
“That’s really creepy,” Jensen said, still staring at her.
“Gimme a break, I’ve been watching, reading, hell, writing, these characters just as long as you guys have.”
“True,” Jared said, shrugging his shoulders.
“It’s still creepy,” Jensen grinned.
Jensen came out of his shower to find Tareena curled up in the corner of his couch, wearing the old worn grey pajama pants he had given her over a year ago and a stretched out t-shirt, with a coffee mug of chocolate milk in her hands.
“Whatchya watching?” he asked, scrubbing a towel over his head before throwing it in the hamper.
“Jerry Maguire.”
Jensen laughed, sitting down next to her.
“That movie was so cheesy.”
“But cute.”
He grinned and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yea,” she said back automatically, shifting to get comfortable beside him.
She didn’t say anything else and Jensen watched her for a minute before turning back to the TV.
Tareena got up after the movie and went down the hallway without a word.
Jensen stayed on the couch a grand total of two minutes before following her, leaning his shoulder against the doorjamb of the guest bedroom.
She sat cross legged on the side of the bed, just sort of staring towards the closet.
Jensen pushed himself off the doorway and walked silently over to the bed, sitting down next to her.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yea,” she said back automatically.
“Come on Tareena…”
“It’s the anniversary,” she whispered.
“Of what?” he asked, brow drawing down in confusion.
“My Mom’s death,” she said quietly.
“God…” he rumbled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into him, sighing when she let herself collapse into his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me baby girl?”
“I just wanted to get away from it all, that’s why I took the vacation,” she whispered. “Thought if I ran across the country it wouldn’t be so bad.”
Jensen shifted on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and pulling her back into his chest.
“You should have told me babe,” he whispered, hand running down her back.
“Didn’t want to deal with it,” she said quietly.
He sighed, sharp rise of his chest rocking her body softly before he shifted again, pulling the sheets back and sliding down to lay down flat, pulling her snug against him.
His breath hitched when he felt the wetness of her tears soak through his shirt.
“Sshh baby girl,” he whispered, turning on his side to let her bury her face against his neck, arms wrapping around her. “I’m right here, not going anywhere,” he rumbled, resting his cheek against her hair.
Jensen cracked his eyes open, groaning at how dry they were and reached up, pulling at his eyelids and rolling his eyes, trying to get his contacts back in place.
“You slept in your contacts didn’t you?” Tareena said, voice rough from sleep as she planted a hand on his chest and pushed herself up.
“Yea,” he groaned, still rubbing and messing with his eyes. “Kinda got into bed and then didn’t leave,” he said, small smile.
“Thanks,” she said quietly. “For last night.”
Jensen blinked a couple more times, contacts finally settling themselves and ran his hand down her arm.
“No problem babe. You okay?”
She nodded, hand falling from his chest when he sat up.
He smirked, leaning forward to kiss the tip of her nose, resting his forehead against hers when she closed her eyes, heaved a broken sigh and curled her fingers in his shirt.
“Right here,” he whispered, pulling her into a hug.
“You want some coffee?” he asked quietly a few minutes later, looking down at her where she had her head resting against his shoulder.
“God yes,” she sighed, smiling up at him.
Chapter Notes:
Jerry Maguire haha, blame it on Bruce Springsteen, I was obsessed with 'Secret Garden' when I was writing this and decided to watch the movie *shrugs*
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Chapter Six
Chapter Wordcount: 1398
“Hey, was wondering if I’d hear from you tonight.”
“Yea, sorry, just got home, shooting went late. What time is it there?”
“Two.”
“Shit, sorry.”
“Please, you know I’m up ‘till three or four most nights.”
Jensen laughed, kicking off his shoes and collapsing on his bed.
“Did you just die?”
“No, sorry,” he mumbled, rolling over onto his back so his face wasn’t smashed in the pillow.
“Good, ‘cause you know that’s not allowed.”
He grinned, “What are you doing?”
“Just putting away some leftovers.”
There was a grunted reply on the other end of the line.
“Are you falling asleep on me?”
“No…”
“Uh huh,” she grinned. “Well before you pass out I got a favor to ask you,” she said quietly.
“Shoot.”
“I’m taking a couple weeks vacation off from work…”
“Cool, you gonna come visit?”
“That was sorta my plan, but well…there’s this little thing of over 4000 miles between us…”
He laughed, “It’s alright, I can get you a plane ticket…you know, if you’re asking.”
“I love you, you know that right?” she asked smirking.
“I know, I know, love you too baby girl. Email me the dates and I’ll buy ‘em in the morning, cool?”
“Yea,” she smiled. “Thanks Jensen.”
“Psht, don’t you dare thank me for something like that, it’s no big deal.”
“It is to me,” she said quietly.
He sighed, “I know.”
“Go to sleep,” she grinned.
There was another grunted reply on the other end of the line.
“Night.”
“Night,” he mumbled back.
“Well look who it is!” Jared grinned, dropping his script into his seat to walk over and give her a hug.
“Hey big guy,” she grinned, feet leaving the ground in what was becoming a standard Padalecki hug.
Unfortunately because Jensen had insisted on picking her up from the airport himself, they didn’t have any break time when they got back and he had to rush to get changed before starting his scene.
“Alright,” he sighed, shrugging on his jacket, “I’ll be back,” he grinned before walking over to the cameras.
“So how long you here for?”
“Couple weeks.”
“Sweet!”
She laughed and sat down in Jensen’s chair to watch him film.
“Damnit,” Jared hissed beside her a few minutes later.
“What’s up?”
“I can’t get these couple lines down,” he said pointing to the script he had in his hand.
She leaned over his shoulder and then plopped back in her chair, snatching Jensen’s copy off the table beside them.
“Here, I’ll read with you.”
“Seriously?”
“Sure, will it help?”
“Yea,” Jared grinned and turned to face her.
He read off his first section and Tareena jumped right in on Dean’s lines, when she finished though Jared didn’t keep reading and she looked up to see him staring at her blankly.
“Uh…’I don’t know why Dean…’” she prompted.
“What?”
“The next line?”
“Right, right,” Jared mumbled, still staring at her.
“Dude, what?”
“Your just…you were Dean. Just then…I mean…wow.”
She rolled her eyes.
“No! I’m serious…like, his mannerisms, and the way he talks and just, holy shit.”
She arched her brow at him and grinned, turning to look at Jensen when he came back over and looked at Jared comically.
“You’re face is gonna get stuck like that,” he grinned.
“Read it for him!”
“What? No!”
“Read what?”
“Dude! She’s you! Or, well…Dean.”
Jensen’s eyebrow arched and he looked between Jared and Tareena.
“Don’t look at me! I was just helping him run through the script.”
“Come on!” Jared said, slapping he knee. “Read it!”
“Dude! No!”
Jensen stood there laughing between the two of them.
“Can you do Sam?”
“Oh my god,” she groaned.
“You might as well do it or he’s not gonna shut up.”
She shot a glare at Jensen, “It’s weird now, I got an audience.”
Jensen rolled his eyes and grabbed her elbow, pulling her out of the seat so he could sit down, leaning back so she could sit back down on his knees.
“Just read it,” he groaned when Jared still wouldn’t shut up.
“Fine,” she growled, letting Jared read first again before slipping into Dean and going through his lines.
Jensen had been rubbing his hand across his eyes and froze, fingers pressed across his forehead and stared at her.
“That’s creepy.”
“Oh my god,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.
“Do Sam!” Jared grinned, leaning forward in his seat.
With an aggravated sigh she went ahead and read through a couple of his lines as well, knowing she wasn’t going to be getting out of this.
“That’s really creepy,” Jensen said, still staring at her.
“Gimme a break, I’ve been watching, reading, hell, writing, these characters just as long as you guys have.”
“True,” Jared said, shrugging his shoulders.
“It’s still creepy,” Jensen grinned.
Jensen came out of his shower to find Tareena curled up in the corner of his couch, wearing the old worn grey pajama pants he had given her over a year ago and a stretched out t-shirt, with a coffee mug of chocolate milk in her hands.
“Whatchya watching?” he asked, scrubbing a towel over his head before throwing it in the hamper.
“Jerry Maguire.”
Jensen laughed, sitting down next to her.
“That movie was so cheesy.”
“But cute.”
He grinned and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yea,” she said back automatically, shifting to get comfortable beside him.
She didn’t say anything else and Jensen watched her for a minute before turning back to the TV.
Tareena got up after the movie and went down the hallway without a word.
Jensen stayed on the couch a grand total of two minutes before following her, leaning his shoulder against the doorjamb of the guest bedroom.
She sat cross legged on the side of the bed, just sort of staring towards the closet.
Jensen pushed himself off the doorway and walked silently over to the bed, sitting down next to her.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yea,” she said back automatically.
“Come on Tareena…”
“It’s the anniversary,” she whispered.
“Of what?” he asked, brow drawing down in confusion.
“My Mom’s death,” she said quietly.
“God…” he rumbled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into him, sighing when she let herself collapse into his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me baby girl?”
“I just wanted to get away from it all, that’s why I took the vacation,” she whispered. “Thought if I ran across the country it wouldn’t be so bad.”
Jensen shifted on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and pulling her back into his chest.
“You should have told me babe,” he whispered, hand running down her back.
“Didn’t want to deal with it,” she said quietly.
He sighed, sharp rise of his chest rocking her body softly before he shifted again, pulling the sheets back and sliding down to lay down flat, pulling her snug against him.
His breath hitched when he felt the wetness of her tears soak through his shirt.
“Sshh baby girl,” he whispered, turning on his side to let her bury her face against his neck, arms wrapping around her. “I’m right here, not going anywhere,” he rumbled, resting his cheek against her hair.
Jensen cracked his eyes open, groaning at how dry they were and reached up, pulling at his eyelids and rolling his eyes, trying to get his contacts back in place.
“You slept in your contacts didn’t you?” Tareena said, voice rough from sleep as she planted a hand on his chest and pushed herself up.
“Yea,” he groaned, still rubbing and messing with his eyes. “Kinda got into bed and then didn’t leave,” he said, small smile.
“Thanks,” she said quietly. “For last night.”
Jensen blinked a couple more times, contacts finally settling themselves and ran his hand down her arm.
“No problem babe. You okay?”
She nodded, hand falling from his chest when he sat up.
He smirked, leaning forward to kiss the tip of her nose, resting his forehead against hers when she closed her eyes, heaved a broken sigh and curled her fingers in his shirt.
“Right here,” he whispered, pulling her into a hug.
“You want some coffee?” he asked quietly a few minutes later, looking down at her where she had her head resting against his shoulder.
“God yes,” she sighed, smiling up at him.
Chapter Notes:
Jerry Maguire haha, blame it on Bruce Springsteen, I was obsessed with 'Secret Garden' when I was writing this and decided to watch the movie *shrugs*
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