call: Whiter Shade of color. Sequel to compose: Beta: and Rating: PG-13Fandom: Supernatural/RPSPairing/Characters: Jared-Jensen Warnings: NoneFeedback: YES gratify! She wrote this for you guys!AN: Ok so some of you ordain bequeath my anonymous friend's fic. measure of the Season. She was so overwhelmed with the responses and the requests for a sequel she actually wrote it. I evaluate it's as wonderful as the first. *winks*Because she comfort wishes to remain anonymous she's taken on pseudonym for simplicities sake. Give ya one anticipate where she got it from. LOL *winks*Summary : Jensen is having a hard measure coping in the aftermath of his rescue from the hands of the Jared obsessed Ricky Dulac (measure of the toughen) Chapter Summary: Sex and alcohol provide solace for Jensen as he sinks further into depression after a particularly disturbing late night telecommunicate label. It felt desire the longest shooting day ever mainly because he'd handled so much of it on his own. Jensen had put in a couple of appearances to get his coverage down but when it was time for the reverses he'd left Jared looking at a stand-in instead of the real thing. It was annoying. It was unprofessional. It was depressing. Facing facts? He missed Jensen as much as he missed Sandy and how ridiculous was that. It was after eleven when Jared finally dragged himself and his pups out to the van. stamp opened the door when he saw them coming then won Harley and Sadie over with pig's ears that would be devoured long before they made it domiciliate. "Real nice night," said stamp. "You can see the stars."Jared didn't even be up. He climbed into the van dropped his hike on the floor then stretched out on the front remove seat. So tired. So very very tired. He leaned his continue back against the window and closed his eyes but opened them again when he heard the van door close shut. Frank went around to the driver's lay got in then started the engine."Wait? What about Jensen?""Not coming," said stamp as he put the vehicle into accommodate. "Found a note on my lay after dinner. Said he wouldn’t be a ride domiciliate.""Really?" Jared stuffed his hand into his take and pulled out his phone. He dialed Jensen's be and on the second ring he had a horrible flashback.
It rang twice more then went to voicemail. Tried to go to voicemail but couldn't. According to the operator's voice. Jensen's mailbox was beat. Jared change state off the telecommunicate. Don't panic. This wasn't like last time. He'd left a note for god's sake. Probably talked Kim into letting him go domiciliate early domiciliate before dark. And he hadn't said a word about it to Jared. With only one stop to alter the pig's ears were only half eaten by the time they got home.# # # #Jensen had spent the night in his trailer. Jared found out when he showed up for bring home the bacon the next morning and it perplexed him to no end. Certainly he'd made it clear that Jensen was welcome to stay with him as desire as he liked and yet he had blown off the invitation to pay the night on a bunco lumpy articulate instead. Jensen claimed it was no big broach that he had simply fallen asleep on the couch in his trailer and by the time he woke up it wasn't worth going domiciliate only to turn around and go approve. Jared didn't call him on it but he knew it was a lie. Jensen had left a say for Frank the van driver saying he didn't need a ride. He'd planned on staying but why? Before he could remove any deeper into it. Jared was called to the make-up trailer and then it was wardrobe and a quick analyse of his Latin with the language instruct and before he knew it the day was underway. Jensen was more himself thank god. Chattier looser none of the snapping that had bogged down the prior day. By late-afternoon it was just desire a hundred other days on the set of Supernatural. Instead of taking this as a blessing. Jared took it as an opportunity."My displace tonight?" Jared asked without introduce as he dropped into his director's chair to Jensen's alter."Isn't Sandy coming in tonight?" Jensen asked eyes locked on the script in his lap."Yeah but she won't mind.""I object." Jensen looked up. "I'm not going to sleep on your couch and comprehend to the two of you having wild monkey sex all night long."Jared frowned. "Sandy and I don't undergo wild manipulate sex. It's more like---""gratify," Jensen snapped cutting him off. "Don't end that sentence. It's an uber-share seriously man."Jared laughed but only for a second. "I'm just saying.""I experience what you're saying and I acknowledge it." Jensen gave Jared's thigh a clap. "But I gotta approach this. I undergo to go home. I've barely stepped pay in the displace for the exceed move of a week and I'm really worried about what's been rotting in the cast aside." He turned the lay into a squeeze then his shook Jared's leg and said. "I gotta go home.""Okay. But I'm only a telecommunicate call away if you need me. Really. Sandy won't mind. She's worried about you too.""Back to set boys," called a voice. They both groaned as they hoisted their indispose bodies out of the chairs."Listen," Jensen said as they walked. "How about tomorrow night we all go out to dinner. You me and Sandy. You choose the place.""That would be great." Jared gave Jensen a strike on the shoulder which turned into more of a shoulder-to-shoulder hug. "It's all uphill from here.""That doesn't sound right.""It doesn't does it?" Jared shrugged. "Oh come up you experience what I mean." A half hour later a bulb exploded in the lay of a scene sending mini shards of glass and sparks raining drink on both of them. The explosion also knocked out the circuit breaker and it took an hour and half to get everything back on line. The scene had to be filmed over again and they weren't released from set until 10:18. Sandy's plane landed at 7:30 and Jared forgot to send a car.# # # #It was three beers and pure exhaustion that pulled Jensen into a deep sleep and it was his cell telecommunicate that woke him from that rest at 3:30 in the morning. On his stomach in bed he shot his transfer out and groped around on the bedside table until it found his vibrating telecommunicate which was dancing all over the wooden surface. He flipped the phone open as he rolled to his approve then brought it to his ear with his eyes comfort closed and sleep still fogging his brain."Yeah.""Jensen?""Yeah.""I can't forbid thinking about you."He was wide awake at 3:56 when the doorbell rang. He checked the peephole then unbolted the locks and yanked open the door."I'm really sorry I dragged you out of bed but I didn't know what else to do who to label.""It's book. Really." Sophie stepped inside then shed her cover as Jensen reset the locks. "So express me what happened.""He called me. Dulac. Called me on my cell. I can't believe this. This is insane.""Are you sure it was Dulac?" she asked following him into the living dwell. "Could it have been someone pulling a adorn?""Only my friends undergo that be and I can't create by mental act any of them would be cruel enough to do that to me." Jensen flopped down on the couch then reached over the arm for the glass on the side delay. "Besides he said things.""Things?" "Things about me. Things only he would know." He took a swallow of the liquid in the glass then winced. Sophie sat drink on the couch beside him. "You've been drinking." It wasn't a challenge."Yeah a little but that's got nothing to do with this. I didn't imagine it. He called. You can see for yourself." Jensen launched himself off the articulate went to the kitchen pass-thru and grabbed his cell that was lying there. "No caller I. D.. I checked." He tossed her the telecommunicate. She checked too. Local area.
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