A/N: This is a crazy story idea that I had after reading Blynnk's writing on live journal. This is a J2 and Winchester story. All four of them meet! There will also be some Cass and Bobby in this story (but not in any sexual capacity - lol). I hope you all enjoy it!
Pairings in this part: None, references to Sam/Dean
Warnings for this part: hurt!Dean
Long, Long Way From Home
Jensen dropped down on Jared's couch, in front of the television, with a beer in his hand. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and sighed, "Longest day of work ever."
Jared grunted in agreement.
Jensen smiled, "You too worn out to speak actual words, dude?"
"Yeah" he muttered, as if saying the word was incredibly taxing. "Remind me again why I wanted to be an actor."
Jensen shrugged, "I don't know. I need you to remind me why I wanted to play Dean Winchester. I'm always the one having to crawl into tight spaces. Not to mention, I'm always the one with the emotional issues. It's exhausting."
"Oh, and playing Sam is such a cakewalk. He just got his soul back. He's a ticking time bomb." Jared pulled the beer from Jensen's hand and took a long drink from it.
Jensen raised his eyebrow, "Hey, get your own!"
"You're sounding more and more like Dean every day." Jared got up from his spot on the couch with a groan and headed into the kitchen to get a beer for himself. When he got back and sat down Jensen reached over and grabbed his beer from his hand, gulping down almost half of it. "Turn around's fair play."
Jared grumbled. "Asshole."
Jensen smiled, "This is just sick. These guys are like in our heads constantly."
Jared nodded, "Yeah, and that's just fucking scary." He rubbed at his sore muscles, "We should quit."
Jensen laughed at that, "Yeah right. We signed a contract."
"Yeah, well let's break it. My back hurts…like it hurts, really bad. You should massage it."
Jensen shrugged. It wasn't the weirdest thing they'd ever done. They had once been dared to kiss each other at a party…so this was nothing. "Okay, turn around." Jensen set his beer down and turned to the side; one leg tucked underneath him and the other hanging off the couch and reached out to put his hands on Jared's shoulders. "Holy shit, you are tense. What the hell's made you this tense? Can't all be from the show…"
"Yeah." Jared muttered.
Okay, that was strange. Usually Jared was quick to share everything and anything with him, to the point where Jensen usually begged him to shut up. "What's going on? You know you can tell me anything."
Jared sighed, "It's Gen."
"Ah." He should've known. Usually Genevieve was a permanent fixture in the house, but lately she'd been busy doing other things. Jensen just thought it was the honeymoon period wearing off, but apparently it was something more.
"I noticed she's not been around much lately."
"Yeah. She hates living in Canada. She wants to go back to L.A. and get a new role."
"But you want her to do the whole wife and kids thing?" Jensen asked. He understood the value in all of that, but his own wife was doing her own acting stuff and they were used to not seeing each other for long periods of time.
"Well, it would be nice if she'd just be my wife, you know…" He sighed, "It's not like I'm trying to be an ass. I get that her job is important to her, but this is something we talked about before we got married."
"I'm sorry, man. I'm sure you're going to get it all worked out."
"I don't know. Not sure it's going to work out after all. I wish we'd waited a little longer to get married, you know. Maybe I'd have changed my mind beforehand." He moaned, Jensen had great hands…super strong and yet gentle when necessary. Something about having the tension relieved, too, made him want to open up more. "Sometimes I think we'd be better with other people."
"Is there someone else?" Jensen asked, surprised. Jared and Gen had always seemed like the perfect couple to everyone around them. He always though their relationship had put his and Danni's to shame.
Jared shrugged, "Maybe."
"Whoa." Jensen said. "Who is it? Anyone I know?"
Jared groaned, "Should've have ever said anything. Don't worry about it."
That did nothing to squelch Jensen's curiosity, but he decided he wouldn't push it. He could tell that things were really difficult for Jared and he didn't want to go and do something to make it all worse for him. Jared was his best friend, pretty much like a brother to him. So, he shut his mouth and focused all his energy on working the kinks out of Jared's back and shoulders.
"How are you doing?" Dean asked his brother as he sat down beside him on Bobby's couch.
Sam shrugged, "I'm fine, Dean. Nothing to worry about."
"So, no more glimpses into the cage?" Dean wanted to know. He was more worried about Sam than he could express.
"No Dean, I'm fine."
"Good. Keep it that way." Dean hated that Sam continued to want to get himself involved with cases that had the potential to ruin everything.
"Shut up, Dean, okay? You're not my fucking father and you don't need to treat me like that."
Dean's eyebrows rose, "I may not be your father but it is my job to take care of you."
"Says Dad. But, in case you haven't noticed, I'm an adult now. I can take care of myself."
Sam opened up his computer, wanting to ignore his obnoxious older brother. "Dude, would you please stop looking at porn on my computer? It keeps freezing up!"
"Stop being such a bitch."
"I will when you stop being a jerk!"
"What the hell is your problem anyway?" Dean asked.
"What's my problem?"
"That's what I asked."
Sam hissed, "I'm not the one with the problem. You're the one who's treating like I'm five years old. Look, the things I do are my decision. I can live with it, it's my life."
Dean drained almost half of his beer, "Just play with your computer or whatever you do and leave me the hell alone!"
Dean got up and went into the kitchen, slamming his fist into the refrigerator and then swearing when he began to bleed. He was pretty sure that his hand was broken too. Could this day get any worse?
Sam walked into the kitchen with concern evident on his face, "Dean, what'd you do?"
"It's nothing, I'll be fine."
"You're bleeding. Please let me look at it."
Dean grumbled, "No! I'm fine; I don't need you to touch me!"
Sam sighed, "This is about last night, isn't it? I already told you that everything's fine."
"Everything's not fucking fine. Everything's the complete opposite of fine. Just leave me alone, Sam." Dean tried to push past Sam, but Sam gripped his arm and pulled him close. Dean drew in a sharp breath and tried hard to keep his heart rate normal. The last thing he wanted to go and do was show Sam how intensely afraid he was in that moment.
"I'm going to look at your hand now, Dean. You just need to deal with it." He inspected his brother's hand. It was rapidly bruising and Dean wasn't able to open and close his fist without an intense amount of pain; pain that brought tears to his eyes and made Sam feel bad, feel responsible. "Something in there is definitely broken. Why did you have to go and smash your hand like that, Dean?" It was a rhetorical question; he didn't really need or want an answer to it.
Dean just sighed and looked away.
"Okay Dean, it's going to be okay. I know you must be in a lot of pain, but when Bobby gets back we'll be able to fix it…somehow." Sam placed his hand on Dean's arm and tried to be soothing. "Let me get you some strong pain meds."
"I'm fine, I'll be fine." Dean was trying to be tough again, like he always did, but Sam wasn't buying it.
Sam just shook his head and went to Bobby's secret stash. He came back with a bottle of pills in a generic looking bottle, "Here, take one."
Before Dean could even take the bottle from him they heard a flutter of wings behind them. The brothers turned around to see their fine feathered friend.
"Cass." Dean said. "What are you doing here?"
"There's a situation…"
"Okay, what's the situation?" Sam asked.
"There isn't time for me to explain." He moved toward them, placing his hands on their foreheads. "I apologize for what's about to happen, but please understand that there is no other way."
Dean didn't like the sound of that, not even a little bit. But, before he could ask any more questions something was happening…
Jared was putty in Jensen's hands. He moaned in almost a sexual manner, "Shit Jensen. That feels fucking good."
Jensen smiled to himself and tried his best to pretend that his dick wasn't getting hard listening to Jared get really into his back rub. "I think you like this."
"Hell yes!" Jared exclaimed. It was so good he thought maybe he'd come in his jeans…which was pretty fucking weird, even for Jared. "You could charge for this."
Jensen smiled, "Okay, how's fifty sound?"
Jensen chuckled to himself, thinking he was pretty damn hilarious, but stopped when he suddenly heard something behind him. "What the…?"
"What is it, Jen?" Jared asked.
The two actors turned around and stared right into the faces of their characters. Someone started screaming and none of them were sure who it was…maybe it was all of them…and then Jensen fainted.
Jared forced his jaw closed and turned his eyes away from his doppelganger long enough to focus on helping Jensen. "Jen! Jensen! Come on, buddy, wake up."
"Who the great fuck are you two?" Dean asked when he had found his voice again. Of all the insanity that they'd ever seen, this was probably the weirdest.
Jared ignored him, pulled Jensen up and laid him down on the couch. "Come on, come back to me."
Jensen's eyes fluttered and began to focus on the gargantuan man above him, the man he'd been working with for six seasons. "Jared."
"That's right, it's me. Everything's okay, Jen." Jared tried to block the Winchesters with his body so Jen wouldn't freak out again.
"But, something….shit…didn't…" He wasn't making a whole lot of sense, but everyone in the room knew exactly what he was trying to say.
"Yeah." Dean piped up. "And I asked a question. I want to know who you two are!"
Jared turned around and glared at the man who looked so much like Jensen that he had to shake his head from side to side in order to clear it, "I'm Jared and this is Jensen. Who…ugh." Jared didn't want to ask the question because he wasn't prepared for the answer.
"Sammy, what the hell's going on?" Dean asked his brother.
"I know as much as you do, Dean."
Jared groaned, "So it is you two…shit…what the hell is going on here?"
Jensen and Jared shared a look and then Jensen sat up, his hand on his head, "This is the weirdest shit I've ever seen in my life."
"Tell me about it." Dean said with an identical voice, "And we've seen a lot of crap."
"Okay, what happened before you showed up here?"
Sam looked into the eyes of his counterpart, unable to get over the likeness, "Cass…"
"Castiel's real too?" Jensen asked.
"Yeah, of course. Why the hell would you ask that? And how the fuck do you know who Cass is anyway?" Dean mumbled.
"We're actors." Jensen said, walking over to them, studying Dean's body closely, "You really look like me, it's uncanny."
"No, you look like me." Dean countered.
Jensen raised his eyebrow, "Um, considering I play you on t.v. I'm going to go ahead and say once again that you look like me."
"Wait…what?" Sam asked.
Jared walked over too, curiously, "I'm Jared Padalecki and this is Jensen Ackles. We're on a television show called 'Supernatural' and we play Sam and Dean Winchester."
Sam swallowed hard, "This is a t.v. show? We knew about the books, but not the show. How come Chuck never said anything about this?"
"Because Chuck's just a character too. He isn't real either."
"We're sure as hell real, so that just took a dump on your theory." Dean said with a glare in his eyes.
That's when Jared noticed that Dean's hand was bleeding, "What'd you do to your hand?"
Dean glanced down at it, "Uh…the job, you know…"
Sam rolled his eyes, "He punched Bobby's fridge."
Jared smiled, "Sounds like Dean alright."
That made Sam laugh.
Dean glared at his brother, then he looked over at Jensen, "You gonna talk shit about me too?"
Jensen shook his head, "Nah. I like my teeth right where they are."
That made Dean smile, "You're pretty smart, dude. And I can see why they chose you to play me…you're a handsome son of a bitch, you know that?"
Jensen smiled and Jared and Sam rolled their eyes.
"Oh great. Dean's so narcissistic that he's probably going to try and jump Jensen just to see what it would be like to do himself." Sam muttered.
Jared laughed, "Might be fun to watch, you know that."
Both Dean and Jensen turned to Jared and flashed identical looks of surprise with a raised eyebrow.
"Shit. It's uncanny."
"Isn't it?" Sam asked, "Wish I had my shotgun."
Jared raised his eyebrow, "We're not shape-shifters, I promise. Look, if it makes you feel any better, in our world you're not real…you don't even exist."
"Cass did apologize before sending us here. Maybe this is why." Dean said to his brother.
Sam just nodded, "I would assume so too." Then he turned back to Jared, "And it doesn't make me feel better at all."
Jared nodded in Sam's general vicinity and then his mother hen nature came out and he reached out and touched Dean's hand, causing him to flinch, "You need to have a doctor look at that hand. It could be broken."
"Judging by the way it's swelling up I'd say it probably is." Jensen said. "Won't be difficult to get you to see a doctor, Dean. You can just pretend to be me. Jared, you take him."
Jared nodded, "Yeah. Can't have the two of them navigating the world alone and we can't run the risk of anyone seeing two of me walking around. That would surely be online in about five minutes."
Jensen nodded, "Yeah." He reached out and tugged Sam away from the others and towards the couch, "That'll give Sam and I a chance to get acquainted. Although, I'm pretty sure I already know all there is to know about you." Jensen shook his head, "I probably know you better than you do, been playing opposite the guy who plays you on t.v. for six years."
"This show's been on for six years?" Sam asked in surprise.
"Yeah. You know, though it's never gotten the acclaim it deserves, the fans are fantastic. This show has fans like nothing else. Our fans eat, sleep and breathe Supernatural."
Sam just nodded.
Jared wrapped one of Jensen's coats around Dean's shoulders and pushed him towards the door. "Come on Dean, let's go."
Dean shot his brother a look. He didn't want to be separated from him, that was for sure, but it didn't seem like these two clowns were going to understand that.
Jared shook his head, "He'll still be here when we get back, I promise."
Dean couldn't deny that he noticed how Sam blushed. Dean frowned but let himself be manhandled by the gigantic Jared.
Jared took Dean to the closest hospital, got him signed in and gave him Jensen's insurance information. All Dean had to do was play along and pretend to be Jensen. Dean smiled at the lady behind the desk and went to sit down in the waiting room. Jared joined him momentarily with some paperwork, "We need to fill these out."
Dean shook his head, "Go ahead."
Jared smiled, "You really are as grumpy in real life as Jensen plays you."
"I'm in pain, dude. Besides, I can't fill that shit out with a broken hand. It's my right one too…"
There was a mother and son sitting across the room from them who were looking at them funny and Jared wished he could disappear. He was just really grateful that it was the middle of the night when there weren't as many people in there. "You should really learn to do what I do when I'm angry…play some video games."
Dean rolled his eyes, "I'll try to remember that. Maybe Sam and I can get an x-box and a PS3 and a whole slew of games…wouldn't be difficult to transport those in the Impala."
"Okay, shut up now." Jared said, shaking his head. He went back to the paperwork, "When we get out of here I'm going to buy you an entire pie."
"I think I love you." Dean muttered with a smile on his face.
Jared just laughed.
Sam looked really uncomfortable sitting with Jensen. Jensen raised his eyebrow, "Is it weird because I look like your brother?"
"The whole thing is just weird, but yeah."
"Well, trust me, I'm not him. I just play him on t.v., we're a lot different."
"Okay. I'll bite…tell me about yourself."
Jensen smiled, "Well, I'm from Texas…Dallas actually, I have an older brother and a younger sister, my dad's also an actor. I've sang back-up for a couple friends in the past…I know that's different from Dean…Dean can't sing to save his life, right?"
Sam laughed, "Yeah, that's for sure."
Jensen smiled, "Whenever Dean has a singing scene I always make it sound bad."
Sam nodded, "Well, good call there. Very realistic. What else? Tell me more."
Jensen's smile widened, "If acting hadn't worked out I would've been a physical therapist. I studied sport's medicine at Texas Tech. I'm really into sports…lacrosse, baseball, and I love to ride horses, but I live in Texas…"
"So, you're a real cowboy?" For some reason Sam found himself getting hot under the collar.
Jensen blushed, "I guess you could say that." He got up then, "Would you like a beer?"
Sam nodded, "That'd be great."
Jensen left the room momentarily and came back with a beer in hand. He gave it to Sam who opened it quickly and effortlessly, taking a long drink. "Good beer. We usually get the cheap crap."
Jensen nodded. "I'm almost a year older than Dean…"
Sam's eyes widened. For some reason he had expected Jensen to share Dean's birthday, though that was kind of a weird thought when he really analyzed it. "Interesting. Can't wait for Dean to find that one out."
"Jared's older than you too. About ten months. Kinda like Dean and I…it's interesting."
Sam nodded, "Not the craziest that's happened today though."
Jensen smiled, "Yeah. It's weird cause I kind of expect you to act like Jared. I expect you to be goofy and eating everything in sight." He shook his head, "It's easy to forget that you're Sam. You're a lot more reserved than him though."
Sam smiled, "Honestly it's kind of the same with you and Dean. I expect you to be super grumpy and calling me Sammy…or watching porn or something."
Jensen laughed, "Dean's a lot different now than he was, isn't he? It was hard to play him at the beginning of this season. Especially with him being with Lisa and everything. He was away from you for so long and he wasn't hunting…it was weird playing domestic Dean, you know? And then when you came back…ugh…it was weird not having that normal brotherly dynamic to play off of. It was interesting to mix it up, but it was different. You weren't you and Jared was totally out of his comfort zone. He did great though….better than great…."
Sam hitched an eyebrow, "What are you and Jared to each other anyway?"
"We're friends, best friends."
"You seemed kind of…close…"
Jensen almost choked, "Oh the back rub…ugh…he was tense because he's having problems. But, we're both married…"
Sam was surprised, "Oh. Anyone I know?"
Jensen shook his head, "You wouldn't know my wife, Danneel. But, you'll know Jared's." He smiled, "She played Ruby…"
Sam bristled, "Blonde or brunette?"
Jensen gave Sam a knowing look, "Brunette."
Sam groaned. Maybe he did have something in common with Jared after all…well, besides the looks.
Jensen nodded, "They met on set. Believe me, the sex scene…passion really translated on the screen." He almost laughed, "Teased him forever about that one."'
"So you two really are as straight as Dean and I?" Sam asked.
Jensen laughed, "Depends on whether all the fangirls are right about you two or not. Jared and I are platonic, but most people have a different opinion about the Winchester brothers."
"Yeah, the slash fans…we're aware."
Jensen laughed, "That's right. Almost forgot about 'The Monster at the End of this Book', really rocked your worlds."
Sam looked at him blankly and Jensen just shook his head, "It's not important. Anyway, you must be tired. You want to take my bed?"
Sam shook his head, "I don't need to do that. We're used to not getting sleep."
"Yeah well, tomorrow's our off day so we don't need to get up in the morning. I don't mind sleeping on the couch."
"No, seriously…it's fine."
"You need to keep yourself healthy…"
"You sound like Dean. Jeez, it's creepy…"
Jensen shrugged, "Well, you're a lot less weird than Jared, but you still look like him…"
Sam smiled, "I guess I'll take the bed then if you're going to be stubborn about it."
Jensen laughed, "Really had to twist your arm, didn't I?"
"It's been a while since I've had a good night's sleep."
"I'm sure." Jensen got to his feet, "Come with me. I'll show you around." Jensen gave him a quick tour of the house. They went into Jared's room and he grabbed some clothes out of one of the dressers and tossed them to Sam, "You can wear these, he won't care. Jared couldn't care less about his clothes…usually ends up stealing them from set anyway."
Sam smiled, "Okay, thanks."
Jensen grabbed Sam's arm and lead him back out of Jared's room. He pointed out where everything else was as they went by it and then they went to Jensen's room. Jensen pointed out anything that Sam might need and let him know where the bathroom was. Then he grabbed some clothes and left the room.
A few hours later, Jared and Dean got home. They were giggling and laughing like a couple of teenagers, shutting the door loudly behind them.
"What the hell?" Jensen exclaimed. "I thought you two were going to the hospital not the bar?"
Jared shrugged, "Dean's hand was broken in two places. He has to wear a brace and a sling…" Jared explained, "So, I took him out for a few drinks to make him feel better."
"And, I feel t-riffic! Hardly any pain at all!" Dean flashed Jensen a thumbs up and smiled dorkily at him.
Jensen rolled his eyes, "Go to sleep, will you?"
Jared looked at Dean, "You wanna take my bed?"
"Nah man, I'm cool. I could sleep anywhere…"
"I'm assuming Sam's in your bed." Jared said to Jensen.
"You can sleep in there with him if you're comfortable with that." Jensen said.
Dean shook his head. He definitely wasn't comfortable with that at all. "Nah, you guys got another couch around this joint?"
Jared wrapped his arm around Dean's shoulders, "I'll show you to my room."
Dean shrugged and allowed himself to be guided out of the room.
Jensen huffed and got himself settled onto the couch once again. He would never admit it to anyone, but he almost resented Dean for how close he and Jared seemed to be getting so fast. He tried to remind himself that Jared was still his best friend and that Sam and Dean would probably disappear just like they appeared very soon. He talked himself off the ledge and finally managed to fall back to sleep.