But It Never Gets Dull - 2/3
But It Never Gets Dull - Part Two
It’s a typical wrap party. A few speeches, nice dresses, numbers are exchanged, a couple drunken hook ups between people who have been lusting after each other since day one and figure they’ll have all of hiatus to either get together or get over the awkward. Jared and Jensen both fly in for it, together even. They’ve gotten to be pretty close friends down in California while their girls are up in Canada. Jared fits in easily with Jensen’s country boy friends, and Sandy’s so grateful for it. She had been worried about him, being in LA alone, so it’s nice to know that he’s got people to go out with on a Friday night that aren’t, well, Chad. They look good together, she thinks absently. They’ve got this vibe that just says that they’ve been friends forever, like they’re integral parts of each other’s lives.
Sandy knows the feeling; it’s sort of how she feels about Danneel. She really doesn’t know what she did before her. It’s not even so much the way Danneel takes care of her, though there’s something to that. There’s an easiness, a happiness, that comes from shared experiences, Sandy’s always felt that way. And when you’ve spent almost an entire year, in and out, fourteen hours a day, six days a week with someone, you either sink or fly. They, miraculously, have flown.
She’s standing outside, appreciating the one time of the year that Vancouver isn’t frozen completely over. Danneel walks over to her, looking amazing as always. Her green silk dress clings and flows in all the right places, hair pulled back in a messy bun to highlight her exposed neck and shoulders. She’s always pretty, always, but Sandy’s breath catches just a little bit in her throat. It’s not an overly sexy look, it’s just... Danneel.
She comes over and grabs Sandy’s hand, pulling her up so she can appreciate her bright red halter dress. She twirls her finger, motioning for Sandy to twirl, and, what the hell. She feels pretty tonight. Her dress fans out around her, curls flying away from her face, and when she stops spinning she’s facing right back at Danneel, and her heart just lurches. She just thinks - No, she doesn’t. She just takes Danneel’s hand when she reaches out, and walks back into the party.
Jared and Jensen walk up to them, Jared picking Sandy up, Jensen kissing Danneel on the cheek fondly. They’ll throw back a few more glasses of champagne, mingle with the rest of the cast, crew, and producers. Maybe afterwards she’ll convince Danneel and Jensen to come to her place, and the four of them can really get drunk and celebrate. Sandy doesn’t relish the thought of being and hungover and aching, but the excuse to sleeping until noon and eating a greasy breakfast sounds pretty good.
Hiatus isn’t going to be much of a break, she and Danneel will be doing a few conventions over the summer and maybe a few commercials here and there. Or maybe she’ll take a break from everything but an overwhelmingly hot summer off in Texas, give the sun enough time to set in her bones before she has to come back up for the cold winter.
But those are thoughts for another time, when she can think straight and isn’t distracted by the warm feelings that are working their way up through her whole body. Now is a moment to be proud of herself and Danneel. Not only did they manage to make a show that lasted an entire season and get picked up for a second season, but they have enough support to keep then working for at least another year.
Jared’s holding her hand, Danneel’s arm is around her waist, and Jensen’s arm reaches a little past Danneel’s shoulder, his fingers brushing gently against Sandy’s neck. She wonders for a brief minute if tonight they’ll all sleep in a big dog pile in the middle of the floor, so drunk and tangled up that they can’t tell where one ends and the next begins.
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After two conventions and appearances for the show, Sandy and Jared fly out to San Antonio together for three weeks of summer sun. It’s supposed to be smooth and slow, plenty of time for sleeping in, walking the dogs, spending time with Jared’s family. There was talk of driving to Dallas, meeting Jensen and Danneel there, but mostly it was just about the two of them, recuperating, taking a break from the rest of the crazy world.
It takes Sandy five days to notice. Not anything dramatic, and not anything she would’ve noticed before, but it’s there. She pretends to be asleep when Jared wakes up to run his dogs in the morning, and he doesn’t try to wake her up. He leaves in the evenings to go out with his brother and old friends, and she doesn’t mind being home alone with a book, or watching old movies with his mama. They kiss, make out a little, but neither of them feel that driving force to go further. They sleep in the same bed, and when they fall asleep she’s sure she can feel Jared’s arm around her, holding her close, but when she wakes up they’re on opposite sides of the bed, and she doesn’t mind all that much.
She wonders if Jared feels it too.
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In the end, the two couples come from their opposite sides of the state, meeting in Huston. Danneel assures them that it really is the central meeting point, not that anyone really cares. Sandy and Jared spend days getting ready, packing and repacking, going to the grocery store for snacks, making playlists for the drive. When she realizes that this is the most excited she’s been about anything all summer, she wonders for a minute if she should feel guilty, but one look at Jared and she knows he feels the same, so maybe it’s not so bad.
Jensen has friends in a band that’s playing in Huston, so they plan to meet up for dinner, then the show after. Jared is bouncing in his seat for nearly the entire ride over. He looks good, Sandy thinks to herself. Hair pushed back, the beginnings of a lumberjack beard covering the lower half of his face, a plaid shirt with sleeves rolled up. Her stomach twists just a bit, and she wonders when she stopped noticing things like that.
It’s one of those moments again, she knows. The light is hitting him just right, and he’s humming along with the radio, and he’s got this soft smile, and... She doesn’t feel a thing. Sure, there’s this warm fondness that comes from looking at someone as happy as he is. The happiness that is inevitable when you’re with someone who’s been your best friend, your lover, your other half, for so long, but her heart doesn’t beat quicker. She doesn’t want him to pull to the side of the road and crawl in his lap like a crazy teenager. She doesn’t want to sing love songs.
The instant this all flashes across her brain, she wishes she could take it back. Of course she’s in love with Jared. He’s... Jared. And she’s Sandy. They’re a sure thing. The one constant in her life, for years, has always been Jared and the way she feels about him. And in this one instant, it’s just gone.
She wants to look away, maybe start crying, but she doesn’t. She swallows, and reaches out and touches his cheek. Jared slants his eyes over to look at her, giving her that crooked little grin that she used to adore. She’s almost surprised that he doesn’t look at her any different. How could it be possible that nothing had changed in those few seconds, but nothing was ever going to be the same?
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Dinner goes smoothly. When Jared and Sandy walk into the restaurant, Jensen and Danneel are already sitting, looking like the perfect couple that they are. Jensen tries to stand up when they walk in and knocks his knee against the table. It should hurt, she thinks, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes lock on them, first eyeing Sandy’s tight jeans and one-shouldered top appreciatively, then moving on to Jared. His eyes soften just a little bit when he looks over Jared. She remembers the feeling.
Danneel reaches over and kisses her on the cheek and allows Jared to sweep her up in a bear hug. Jensen drops a kiss on Sandy’s other cheek, and they fall into comfortable chatter. Sandy’s sitting between Jared and Danneel, across from Jensen. She’s quiet most of the meal, content to let Jared do enough talking for the both of them. She’s got a lot to think about. Danneel notices.
“Will you boys excuse me? I need to go powder my nose or something.”
Danneel grabs Sandy’s hand and pulls her along to the bathroom. When they get inside, she looks like she’s going to say something, but instead closes her mouth and pulls Sandy close, enveloping her in her arms. Sandy sighs, and leans into the hug, clinging to Danneel as if she has the power to make everything right again, even though she doesn’t know what’s wrong. She suddenly understands Sam Winchester’s messed up relationship with Dianna just a little bit better.
They stand like that for a few minutes, just holding on to each other, and when Danneel pulls back, she stares into Sandy’s face, as if trying to figure out a complicated puzzle. Sandy feels like she should say something, tell Danneel what happened, ask for advice, even just tell her she missed her, but she can’t. She doesn’t say anything.
They walk back out and join the boys, laughing at their grumblings about how girls always to go the bathroom in packs. Even though it was only a few minutes, Sandy feels better. Danneel just does that to her, makes everything better just by being around.
They go to the show, and Sandy somehow manages to bury everything deep enough down and she enjoys the evening. Kane isn’t a spectacular band, not by a long shot, and it’s not the kind of music she would’ve picked, but Jared is delighted, twirling Danneel around while Sandy and Jensen watch. They try to guilt Sandy into dancing (“Oh, please, don’t tell me you think I didn’t watch that Travis Tritt video,” Danneel had smirked) but Jensen had stands up for her at the last minute, mentioning something about how tragic it would be if her heels broke on the dance floor. Danneel and Jared rolls their eyes and run to the floor, showing off their moves. Jensen is sitting beside her, sipping on a scotch, watching Jared and Danneel with the weirdest little smile Sandy thinks she’s ever seen. She wonders if Danneel learned those strange little looks from Jensen, how to express so much with a quirk of the lips, or a sideways slant of the eyes.
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Their three weeks in Texas are up. Sandy’s had this ball of twisted tension in the pit of her stomach for days now. She doesn’t know if Jared has realized that things are different, and she doesn’t know what to do. She’s puttering around their room, starting to get things packed. She looks up and sees Jared standing in the door frame, legs and arms crossed, just looking at her.
It’s that moment, she realizes, he’s having that moment that she had a few days ago. His entire universe just shifted, and he’s lost. She wants to open her mouth and say something, anything, but really. What is there to say?
They stay like that for what feels like an hour, looking at each other, until finally Sandy can’t take it anymore. She walks over, feet and heart heavy, and puts her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. She feels like she should want to cry, but there’s nothing there. She knows she’s losing something, but she can’t think about that right now. All she can do is stand there with Jared, let his sadness seep into her, try to help in any way she can.
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Things change after that, but not the way she thought they would. It’s almost as if the mutual realization that this was going to be their last time together brings them closer instead of pushing them apart. All of the sudden, Sandy and Jared can’t get enough of each other. They lay awake at night, holding hands, talking for hours.
They don’t have sex, they don’t even kiss, but she feels closer to him than she has in months, maybe a year. They pour everything they can into each other, if it was anyone else, Sandy would wonder if this was their way of trying to fix things, to stay together. But he’s Jared, and she’s Sandy, and she knows that you can’t fix something that hasn’t broken. And it hasn’t, not really. Things are different, they’ve shifted into new roles. But she doesn’t doubt for a moment that Jared is just as important as ever.
“I don’t think I’m going back to L.A.,” he says to her one night.
They’d snuck out of their bedroom and down into the kitchen, passing a tub of ice cream between the two of them. It seems juvenile, sneaking whiskey from Jared’s parent’s liquor cabinet, but it fits, somehow. This is going to be their last night together for a long, long time, and she knows they both want to remember it.
“I’m going back to school. Probably U.T. I want to study engineering, or maybe architecture. I don’t know if I’ll do anything with it, but I want a degree. I want to prove that I can do it.”
He looks up at her through his bangs, as if he’s afraid of what she’s going to say. If it had been anyone else, she thinks, they might’ve told him that he was crazy. He isn’t an A-list star, by any means, but he has a good bit of celebrity to his name, a good steady following of fans. And he wants to give that all up for an education.
Someone else may have faulted him for it, but it makes Sandy’s heart ache with how much she loves him. “You’re gonna be an amazing engineer, Jared, if that’s what you wanna do. You’d be an amazing architect, or actor, or clown at birthday parties.” She tilts her head a bit, and after a second says, “Okay, maybe not a clown.”
He laughs, and takes her hand in his. It’s a little thing, but it quiets them. When Sandy glances over and sees the look on her face, something closes up in her throat. This is it, she thinks. The end of the line.
“Sandy, I -”
“I know, baby.” She reaches over and brushes his bangs out of his eyes, letting her hand rest against his cheek for a moment. Jared closes his eyes and leans into the gentle pressure.
“We had a good run, didn’t we?” She can feel his throat constrict as he nods, eye still shut.
As far as break ups go, it’s probably the easiest. In one breath, the entire path of her life leading to old and gray with Jared is gone. Dissolved. It hurts, but it’s right.
She crawls over and climbs into his lap, putting her hands on his cheeks. She kisses him once, softly, on the lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thinks that his lips are sticky and burn a little. It’s their last kiss, they both know it, but it’s perfect for them.
The moment has passed, and things have changed yet again, but this time, she feels better when it’s over. She knows in her heart that they’re going to be okay, no matter what happens.
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Heading back up to Vancouver is... Weird, is what it is. It’s not easy, or hard, just different. It’s like learning to walk all over again, learning to exist in a world that doesn’t revolve around Jared. If she’s honest, her life hasn’t revolved around him for a long time, but this is the first time she’s noticed, really.
Things aren’t that different on the outside, she still texts him to let him know that she landed safely, and again when she gets to the hotel. She has two weeks before production starts, but she’s decided to get a house, or an apartment, now that she won’t be flying down to LA every few weeks. Once Danneel gets to town, they start looking for a place together. Sandy doesn’t say it out loud, but she wants Danneel to love it as much as she does. She hopes that, if they find a nice enough home, she’ll be able to convince her to move in eventually. She has a long list of the reasons why it would be a great idea, starting with the practicality for their driver in the morning, including the lower rent, and ending with the fact that Sandy just didn’t want to be alone.
Turns out she didn’t even need to worry. They find a place in no time, a cute little two story house with two bedrooms, a garage, and a backyard. It’s bigger than her apartment in Phoenix was, and she is still a little unsure until Danneel starts saying things, like “This is where your TV will have to go, it has game room written all over it” and “You’ve gotta paint the kitchen yellow. It’s good feng shui, I read it somewhere. Maybe even some blue trim. Go cliche or go home, right?”
And just like that, Sandy saw it. Danneel threw in exactly what she was missing, the little touches that she wouldn’t have been able to figure out on her own but couldn’t be comfortable without. When the realtor mentions the price, Sandy swallows a little bit more dramatically than she means to. She can make it, but Danneel doesn’t know that. All it takes is a sidelong glance, and Danneel is throwing her arm around Sandy’s shoulder. “Oh, please. I’ll practically be living on your couch anyway, I might as well take the extra bedroom and pay rent.”
And it was settled.
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They manage to get moved in just a few days before production starts. They take a trip to Ikea, and Sandy just barely manages to keep Danneel from jumping on the beds and playing house in the kitchen areas. It takes less than two days from when they sign the papers for it to feel like home. It’s kind of amazing, actually, how excited Sandy is to live with Danneel. It doesn’t sink in for a while; it mostly just feels like one big slumber party. The first night they get really, really, drunk, and pass out in a heap on their brand new couch. The next morning, Sandy’s nursing the world’s worst hangover, and Danneel decides to throw a housewarming party.
It’s loud, rowdy, and everything Sandy didn’t think she wanted, but can’t deny Danneel. And, okay, maybe it is a little fun, watching all their friends celebrate. It starts out just being a ‘welcome to our home’ and ends up being an end of the summer bash, before everyone goes back to their shows and auditioning and real life. It feels vaguely like a high school party after Chad sets up beer pong, and she’s pretty sure Tom Welling and Michael Rosenbaum are trying to start a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, and seriously, who invited the Smallville guys? Danneel is floating around, playing the perfect hostess, refilling everyone’s drinks, and only slapping Chad upside the head and not on the face when he smacks her ass as she walks by.
Sandy shouldn’t be surprised at how beautiful Danneel is, after all this time, but she is. She spent hiatus with auburn hair. Once shooting starts, she’ll switch back to brunette, but the red really does seem to suit her. She’s more dressed up than she needs to be, with the short skirt, tank top and heels. Her eyes are perfectly lined, cheeks perfectly blushed, and it’s all a little much for a bunch of friends getting together for a few drinks, but she flips off anyone who comments and tosses her hair.
Jared’s sprawled out on the couch, cheering on whoever is playing rock band, feet in Jensen’s lap. Jensen doesn’t yell out, but he does laugh and snark at Jared every time he flails his feet. Sandy’s waiting for the other shoe to drop with Jared, keeps expecting things to get awkward, but it hasn’t yet. He’s in her life almost as much as before, just as more of an obnoxious big brother than lover. Sometimes it still amazes her, how someone could love her that much, enough to want to be in her life whatever way he can. It’s how she feels about him, but things should be different, somehow.
The party finally winds down around two in the morning, with everyone dropping kisses on Sandy and Danneel’s cheeks and going home pleasantly buzzed. Well, except for Chad, who’s completely trashed and needs both Jared and Sophia to carry him to the cab. Sophia tries to untangle herself enough to hug Sandy and Danneel, but Chad won’t let her go, pulling her closer and muttering things that no one can really understand and probably wouldn’t want to anyway. She glances sideways at him, and Sandy half expects to see anger or irritation, but it’s not there.
It’s the strangest thing, but Sophia seems to be looking at him with as much adoration as he’s giving back to her. He is so far gone he doesn’t seem to notice, but it is there. It hits Sandy then. Chad is, quite honestly, the most disgusting person she knows, but there’s something down there, something that is bright enough to dazzle Sophia, one of the best women she knows. It means something, she’s sure, but she can’t quite figure out what.
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She wakes up the next morning wishing she was dead. Okay, that’s not entirely true, but close enough to the truth that she doesn’t have the energy to argue with herself. She rolls over and flops face first into her pillows, trying to escape from the killer sunbeams coming through her window. She flails around for a minute, her hand landing on a piece of paper on her bedside table.
Sandy,
Rockin party. Went to the store. Jensen’s asleep in my room, he can entertain himself for hours if needed. Drink your water, take your advil, get more sleep.
Love love love, Danneel
She tries to do just that, but she knows the only way her stomach will stop screaming is something greasy. She finally summons the strength to make the long journey down the stairs to the kitchen.
Standing there in all his pristine glory is Jensen Ackles himself. Sandy squints against the light from the window behind him, letting out a whimper at the smell of the coffee Jensen is sipping. He looks her up and down with that patented Jensen look, part exasperation, part annoyance, and just the smallest part fondness. She’s seen it often when he looks at Jared.
She walks over to him, trying to smile but from the laugh he lets out, she thinks it must come out as a grimace.
“Feel like sharing?” she asks in a small voice. He just laughs, and pours her a cup of her own, chuckling again as she groans in pleasure. “I don’t care if you are Danneel’s boyfriend,” Sandy says as she sits down at the kitchen table and rests her forehead against the wood. “I am marrying you and keeping you forever.”
“I’m not, you know.”
It’s really too early in the morning for Sandy to be shooting from all pistons, so it takes a few minutes for that sentence to sink in. When she finally lifts her head, Jensen is shifting from foot to foot, looking a little worried and a lot uncomfortable. It’s a weird combination, one she doesn’t think she’s ever seen on his face.
“I’m not her boyfriend.” When she still doesn’t say anything, he must take it as a sign and keeps talking. “Danneel is one of my best friends in the world, but she’s, ya know, not exactly my type, what with the having of the boobs and not a dick. I really wasn’t supposed to tell you this, I think she wanted to, but she hasn’t grown a pair, so...”
“If she grew a pair, there wouldn’t be a problem.”
It would just figure that the only part of Jensen’s monologue that sunk in was the least important part. It’s supposed to be a joke, just sort of slipped out, but Jensen’s shoulders tighten and lips press together and curve downwards. He turns away, leaning down to wash the traces of coffee from his mug.
“She’s a good friend, Sandy,” he says through gritted teeth. She rubs at her eyes blearily, trying to figure out how he went from cautious-but-open to completely shut down in the space of five seconds. “I get it if you have a problem with me, but don’t take it out on her. She’s been nothing but perfect to you, and it would break her fucking heart if she thought you didn’t approve.”
He slams the mug down just this side of too hard, and that’s when it hits Sandy.
It hurts like hell to move as fast as she does, but she runs over to him and throws her arms around his neck. He’s stiff, still not moving. She pulls back and very deliberately puts a hand on each side of his face, forcing him to look down at her.
“You listen to me, Jensen.” He looks like he’s about to say something, but she cuts him off. “Not your turn. Now, I don’t know who you thought you were talking to, but we’re gonna pretend that you forgot it was me. I know that you know better than to think that I’d think any less of you for being gay. You know me better. I like you, and I respect what you and Danneel have going on. I’m not gonna tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about, and I’m not going to stop being friends with either of you.”
Something softens in his eyes then, like he really had been worried about her reaction. She reaches up on her tip toes and kisses him on the cheek, and snuggles her head into his chest when he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. They stay like that for a minute, then he kisses her on the top of the head and pushes her away.
“Go take a shower, boozy. It’ll wake you up. I promise to have something disgusting and greasy here when you get out.”
She laughs and starts towards the stairs leading to the upper floor. She’s halfway through the doorway when a thought strikes her.
“Hey, Jensen?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” He twists at the waist, away from the stove to look at her.
“Danneel’s not your real girlfriend, but do you have a boyfriend? Does she have a boyfriend?”
A flicker of something flashes across Jensen’s face. Embarrassment? Guilt? It’s gone before she can really identify it.
“Nah, Danneel’s never found anyone good enough to keep up with her. Besides, she’s more into boobs than dick, as far as I know.” he wiggles his hands in front of his chest, squeezing at invisible breasts. “And as for me? I seem to have a type, and that type is completely unavailable.” He gives her a small self-depricating smile as he turns back to the bacon he’s started frying. She thinks she might have imagined the muttered “so it doesn’t really matter anyway.”
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It doesn’t change anything for Sandy, it really doesn’t. Danneel seems just as worried as Jensen was, though. She smacks Jensen upside the head when she finds out he told her and then turns to Sandy, brows furrowed, biting her lower lip, looking like she’s about to offer to leave, or try to explain or something. Sandy just rolls her eyes and yanks her down to kiss her cheek, says something about “seriously, you two and your trust issues,” and assures Danneel that it’s the farthest thing from a problem.
It still doesn’t convince Danneel though, and she spends the rest of the night jumpy, like she thinks it’s going to sink in any minute and Sandy will kick her out. That night she sneaks into Sandy’s room and stands next to the bed, looking torn between throwing back the covers and hopping in like she always has, and bolting for the door. Sandy pats the bed next to her, and snuggles in under Danneel’s arm when she finally complies and plops onto the bed. They turn out the lights and talk for a good two hours, Danneel telling Sandy about coming out to her family and how she and Jensen started their... Whatever they’re doing.
“Do you think Jared knows?” Sandy asks her.
It’s not a big deal, really. It’s sort of a residual habit, from when every thought she had revolved around Jared. Danneel stiffens a bit, though, and Sandy turns to look at her.
“Jared, um, doesn’t know. Jensen sort of, well, you know.” Sandy’s eyes widen at Danneel’s sly look. “Wants into his pants. Is warm for his form. Blazin for the boy next door.”
Both girls burst into giggles and collapse in a heap. Sandy is a little shocked at first, but once she thinks about it, it’s obvious. Of course Jensen is in love with Jared. She’s surprised to find that it doesn’t hurt at all, she’s happy about it. If there’s anyone in the world good enough for her Jared, it’s Jensen.
She falls asleep that night with Danneel on the other side of the bed, flopped on her stomach, make up smeared a little bit but still perfectly in place. Sandy knows how this will go, she’s done the drill before. Danneel will wake up before her, shower, and be completely ready before Sandy’s even finished brushing her teeth. It’s kind of weird, that they’ve worked together for a year, lived together for almost a month, and she’s still never seen Danneel anything less than perfectly dolled up.
It’s the last thought she has that night.
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Alona is awesome. She and Danneel hit it off right away. This is a relief to everyone on set, since her character is supposedly going to be a possible love interest for Dianna. Sandy doesn’t see it, honestly, she thinks Jo is more of a little sister figure than a girlfriend, but no one asked her opinion. The second season is, thus far, not so different from the first. There’s lots of riding around in the impala, but all of the sudden there are other guest stars who last more than one episode. Part of Sandy is relieved - it’s nice to not have to start over with every episode. But she also misses it just being the two of them. She definitely likes some guest stars better than others, but, across the board, they’re all pretty likeable.
She just wishes that maybe Alona wasn’t quite so likeable. It’s sort of hard to compete for Danneel’s attention with this perfect, funny, brilliant girl. Not that it’s a competition or anything, she’s just so used to having Danneel to herself, and now there’s someone else there. It’s a good thing, she keeps telling herself.
That’s what she’s thinking when Alona slides into the seat next to her, holding out a shot of something strong and bitter. Sandy immediately feels bad, it’s not Alona’s fault that Sandy missed the kindergarten classes on sharing. She smiles at Alona, nodding her thanks for the drink, and tries to make polite conversation.
“So! What do you think of the show so far?”
Alona smiles at her, and they start talking about the directors and weird lines, crazy fans, and the writers. The more they talk, the more Sandy warms up to her. She really is smart and friendly, but not in that obnoxious, fake way.
They’ve been talking for a good half hour when Danneel walks over to them, more than a little tipsy, and plops herself down in Alona’s lap. All the tension that had been disappearing in Sandy comes back with a vengeance. Even Alona looks a little awkward, but Danneel doesn’t notice, her head resting on Alona’s shoulder and her eyes burning holes in Sandy. They just look at each other, neither saying a word, and then the moment passes and Danneel lets out a laugh, and says something about them being a blonde, brunette, and redhead, and then yanks Alona up to dance.
Sandy watches them go, ignoring the tight ball in her stomach.
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A few episodes in, the Winchesters part ways with the Harvelles, and they have a little party at their house, just the four of them. Samantha Ferris stays just long enough to justify snagging the bottle of tequila and then takes off, leaving Alona to spend the night on Sandy and Danneel’s couch. Danneel checks out pretty early, and Sandy is about to head upstairs when Alona grabs her wrist.
“You know she’s crazy about you, right? Danneel, I mean. She’s...” Alona smiles a little as Sandy’s eyes widen. “It’s not something you see very often. It’s kind of inspiring.”
Sandy just blinks at her, trying to come up with some sort of response. There’s got to be something, something she can say that will prove Alona wrong.
After a minute passes, Alona just smiles knowingly, and let’s Sandy go.
“Yeah, why don’t you sleep on that one?” Part Three this way