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tamingthemuseTitle: The Struggle of Memory
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blue_icy_rose
Rating: PG-13 for this part (eventually R)
Word Count: 1,101
Warnings: Slash, AU since this is back for filming season 4 and I started this before we had all those revelations at the end
Spoilers: I'd say through the first half of season 4
Summary: An accident on set leaves Jared believing that he actually is Sam Winchester.
Disclaimer: I don't own these people. They belong to themselves.
Notes: I started this for the first round of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
j2_everafter but couldn't finish it because of RL drama. So this isn't the complete thing, just what I wrote then and then what I added this week. Anyway! My movie was Bolt and hope you enjoy! (Prompt used as inspiration.)
“—red? Come on, man, this isn’t funny. Open your eyes.” There was a pause. “Everybody, go back to what you were doing, okay? Give him some space. He’ll be fine.”
He felt a hand cup the back of his neck and he relaxed at the familiar touch. He’d know it anywhere.
“Dean?” he muttered, blinking. Above him, Dean frowned a bit, looking concerned.
“Okay, now I’m worried. You feeling okay, man?”
Sam stared at his brother and fought not to panic as he pushed himself up, wincing slightly at the way his body seemed to protest. “We were confronting Ruby,” he said, praying that Dean would answer rather than ask another question. He began to try and work his hand into his pocket. If he was lucky, he hadn’t landed on his cell phone. If he could distract him long enough, he could take a picture and prove whether or not this was really Dean.
“So you remember that much.” Dean nodded. “That’s good. Do you remember anything else besides the scene?”
The relief that Sam had started to feel disappeared after that last question. “Scene?”
Dean stared at him, the concern returning full blast. “Jared?”
Sam pushed himself to his feet and took a few steps back, steadying himself as he glanced around and noted all the people working, standing in groups near what looked like film equipment. He could feel the knife that he always kept on him and he knew that if things started to get ugly, he’d definitely be able to defend himself against a few of them but against all of them? Not a chance. So, for now, he’d go along with it.
“Why are you calling me Jared?” he asked, frowning. Dean’s jaw dropped and he took a step forward, pausing when Sam tensed.
“It’s your name.”
Sam’s jaw clenched and he began sliding his hand towards the gun he’d tucked in the waistband of his jeans. His eyes narrowed as he shook his head. “Wrong answer, you son of a—“
“I can prove it.”
That caused Sam to pause. “What?”
“Give me a chance and I can prove it. Your name is Jared.” Dean raised his hands slightly and tilted his head behind him.
Sam must be insane for even considering it but after a few moments, he nodded and moved forward, starting to follow Dean. He stopped as he noticed the woman that had just walked up.
“Hey,” she said. “I just wanted to check on Ja—“
“You,” Sam growled, lunging for her. Dean stepped in front of him, pushing him back.
“No!” He shook his head. “Don’t.”
“That’s Ruby!”
“No, that’s Genevieve.” Dean shifted so that he was standing between them. “Genevieve, remember?”
Sam shoved himself backwards and looked between the two before he lifted his hand and glared as hard as he could at Ruby.
He frowned when nothing happened after a few minutes and lowered his hand briefly, glancing down at it. Shaking his head, he lifted his hand and tried again.
What the hell? Sam stumbled back a step and stared at the two of them in horror. “What did you do to me?” he demanded, making a note about the look of realization that had appeared on Dean’s face.
“Nothing.” Dean took a step forward and then stopped. “We didn’t do anything to you, okay?” He lifted his hands again. “How about this – you let me show you my proof and if you don’t believe me, you go.”
“What?” Ruby – Genevieve – blurted.
“You’ll go,” Dean repeated.
Sam eyed them for a few moments. “Fine.” He followed Dean, glancing over his shoulder as they walked towards a trailer with two doors. Sam raised an eyebrow at that as they entered. He glanced around taking in the bed, the TV, and the video game system. There was a laptop on the bed and he watched as Dean opened it, switching it on. As they waited, Sam continued to look around the trailer.
He barely paid any attention to the clacking he could hear behind him, focusing instead on a picture pinned up on the wall.
It was him and Dean with a group of people he didn’t recognize, all of them laughing and sprawled on a couch and floor.
Sam sucked in a breath as part of him realized that, at the very least, he wasn’t in his world anymore. Hell, that was looking like the most likely option if this wasn’t some huge demon trick. He turned and found Dean staring at him.
“Here,” he said, turning the laptop towards him and standing. “Here’s your proof.”
Sam stared at him and slowly lowered himself to the bed. He looked down at the laptop and swallowed at the sight of him and Dean, leaning against the Impala.
~*~*~
Jensen ran a hand over his face as he headed back to the trailer. Explaining that Jared thought he was actually Sam had been draining but necessary. Filming was going to be put off until Jared was back to himself, something that Jensen had been adamant would happen.
It was going to take a hell of a lot of rescheduling but the only other possibility was to film the scenes without Sam, which would be fine if it was another episode where Sam was only in a few scenes but that wasn’t happening anytime soon with the storyline that was going on.
“How’s he taking it?”
Jensen raised an eyebrow at Misha. “How do you think he’s taking it?”
“I think if I walked in there right now, he’d call me Cas rather than make a crack about how I have to use all my flexibility to give myself blow jobs when I’m filming,” he said.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed. “That pretty much sums it up. At least he doesn’t think we’re all evil demons now but I’m pretty sure a part of him is still trying to rationalize this as much as he can by thinking it’s a plot or another world or something.”
Misha waggled his eyebrows. “Apocalypse by blow job,” he said, looking as if it made perfect sense. When Jensen stared at him, he shrugged. “What?”
“I don’t know why I even talk to you.”
“Because it comforts you at night that I even acknowledge your existence.” Misha shoved him towards the trailer. “Come on. I’ll help you out even if it means getting called an angel of the Lord.”
“You’re such a bastard.”
“Blasphemer.”
“That hurts, Misha. It cuts deep,” Jensen deadpanned as they walked up the steps of the trailer and walked in.
Author:
blue_icy_roseRating: PG-13 for this part (eventually R)
Word Count: 1,101
Warnings: Slash, AU since this is back for filming season 4 and I started this before we had all those revelations at the end
Spoilers: I'd say through the first half of season 4
Summary: An accident on set leaves Jared believing that he actually is Sam Winchester.
Disclaimer: I don't own these people. They belong to themselves.
Notes: I started this for the first round of
j2_everafter but couldn't finish it because of RL drama. So this isn't the complete thing, just what I wrote then and then what I added this week. Anyway! My movie was Bolt and hope you enjoy! (Prompt used as inspiration.)“—red? Come on, man, this isn’t funny. Open your eyes.” There was a pause. “Everybody, go back to what you were doing, okay? Give him some space. He’ll be fine.”
He felt a hand cup the back of his neck and he relaxed at the familiar touch. He’d know it anywhere.
“Dean?” he muttered, blinking. Above him, Dean frowned a bit, looking concerned.
“Okay, now I’m worried. You feeling okay, man?”
Sam stared at his brother and fought not to panic as he pushed himself up, wincing slightly at the way his body seemed to protest. “We were confronting Ruby,” he said, praying that Dean would answer rather than ask another question. He began to try and work his hand into his pocket. If he was lucky, he hadn’t landed on his cell phone. If he could distract him long enough, he could take a picture and prove whether or not this was really Dean.
“So you remember that much.” Dean nodded. “That’s good. Do you remember anything else besides the scene?”
The relief that Sam had started to feel disappeared after that last question. “Scene?”
Dean stared at him, the concern returning full blast. “Jared?”
Sam pushed himself to his feet and took a few steps back, steadying himself as he glanced around and noted all the people working, standing in groups near what looked like film equipment. He could feel the knife that he always kept on him and he knew that if things started to get ugly, he’d definitely be able to defend himself against a few of them but against all of them? Not a chance. So, for now, he’d go along with it.
“Why are you calling me Jared?” he asked, frowning. Dean’s jaw dropped and he took a step forward, pausing when Sam tensed.
“It’s your name.”
Sam’s jaw clenched and he began sliding his hand towards the gun he’d tucked in the waistband of his jeans. His eyes narrowed as he shook his head. “Wrong answer, you son of a—“
“I can prove it.”
That caused Sam to pause. “What?”
“Give me a chance and I can prove it. Your name is Jared.” Dean raised his hands slightly and tilted his head behind him.
Sam must be insane for even considering it but after a few moments, he nodded and moved forward, starting to follow Dean. He stopped as he noticed the woman that had just walked up.
“Hey,” she said. “I just wanted to check on Ja—“
“You,” Sam growled, lunging for her. Dean stepped in front of him, pushing him back.
“No!” He shook his head. “Don’t.”
“That’s Ruby!”
“No, that’s Genevieve.” Dean shifted so that he was standing between them. “Genevieve, remember?”
Sam shoved himself backwards and looked between the two before he lifted his hand and glared as hard as he could at Ruby.
He frowned when nothing happened after a few minutes and lowered his hand briefly, glancing down at it. Shaking his head, he lifted his hand and tried again.
What the hell? Sam stumbled back a step and stared at the two of them in horror. “What did you do to me?” he demanded, making a note about the look of realization that had appeared on Dean’s face.
“Nothing.” Dean took a step forward and then stopped. “We didn’t do anything to you, okay?” He lifted his hands again. “How about this – you let me show you my proof and if you don’t believe me, you go.”
“What?” Ruby – Genevieve – blurted.
“You’ll go,” Dean repeated.
Sam eyed them for a few moments. “Fine.” He followed Dean, glancing over his shoulder as they walked towards a trailer with two doors. Sam raised an eyebrow at that as they entered. He glanced around taking in the bed, the TV, and the video game system. There was a laptop on the bed and he watched as Dean opened it, switching it on. As they waited, Sam continued to look around the trailer.
He barely paid any attention to the clacking he could hear behind him, focusing instead on a picture pinned up on the wall.
It was him and Dean with a group of people he didn’t recognize, all of them laughing and sprawled on a couch and floor.
Sam sucked in a breath as part of him realized that, at the very least, he wasn’t in his world anymore. Hell, that was looking like the most likely option if this wasn’t some huge demon trick. He turned and found Dean staring at him.
“Here,” he said, turning the laptop towards him and standing. “Here’s your proof.”
Sam stared at him and slowly lowered himself to the bed. He looked down at the laptop and swallowed at the sight of him and Dean, leaning against the Impala.
Jensen ran a hand over his face as he headed back to the trailer. Explaining that Jared thought he was actually Sam had been draining but necessary. Filming was going to be put off until Jared was back to himself, something that Jensen had been adamant would happen.
It was going to take a hell of a lot of rescheduling but the only other possibility was to film the scenes without Sam, which would be fine if it was another episode where Sam was only in a few scenes but that wasn’t happening anytime soon with the storyline that was going on.
“How’s he taking it?”
Jensen raised an eyebrow at Misha. “How do you think he’s taking it?”
“I think if I walked in there right now, he’d call me Cas rather than make a crack about how I have to use all my flexibility to give myself blow jobs when I’m filming,” he said.
“Yeah,” Jensen sighed. “That pretty much sums it up. At least he doesn’t think we’re all evil demons now but I’m pretty sure a part of him is still trying to rationalize this as much as he can by thinking it’s a plot or another world or something.”
Misha waggled his eyebrows. “Apocalypse by blow job,” he said, looking as if it made perfect sense. When Jensen stared at him, he shrugged. “What?”
“I don’t know why I even talk to you.”
“Because it comforts you at night that I even acknowledge your existence.” Misha shoved him towards the trailer. “Come on. I’ll help you out even if it means getting called an angel of the Lord.”
“You’re such a bastard.”
“Blasphemer.”
“That hurts, Misha. It cuts deep,” Jensen deadpanned as they walked up the steps of the trailer and walked in.
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Date: 2009-11-09 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-09 01:54 am (UTC)The Misha/Jensen banter may have been one of my favorite parts, lol. Thanks!