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226 - stranger in a strange land - SPN RPS - blue_icy_rose
Title: The Struggle of Memory
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blue_icy_rose
Rating: PG-13 for this part (eventually R)
Word Count: 1,666
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.
Note: I used part of this awhile back for a prompt and I decided to expand on what I had since the prompt fits the prompt so well. Of course, I still didn't complete it but maybe someday! (And okay, I might rewrite that very end bit of banter between Misha and Jensen after they walk in the trailer but who knows?)
“You sure about this, Sam?” Dean paused and glanced over, waiting for an answer.
“Ruby won’t realize what’s happening. It’ll be fine, Dean. Relax.” Sam tried to look confident but he had a feeling he wasn’t successful.
Dean raised an eyebrow at him rather than respond and then shouldered the duffle bag, heading towards the door of the room. “Let’s go then.”
~*~*~
Ruby stared hard at Sam, anger and a hint of betrayal visible on her face. “You could have been great, Sam. Powerful. You could have—“
“Been forced to listen to you for years. I think I got the better end of the deal,” Sam interrupted with a smirk. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dean grin even as Ruby scowled. As she narrowed her eyes, he raised his hand, concentrating.
Her eyes went black and she smirked, her lips twisting. “You really think that’ll work on me? Think again, Sam.”
The last thing he remembered was Dean shouting his name and the feeling of flying just before he hit the ground.
~*~*~
“—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.
“That’s...that’s us.”
Dean licked his lips. “Read the article.”
Sam looked up at him and then began reading, feeling his blood go cold as he read about the show, Supernatural and its main characters, Sam and Dean Winchester. He read the behind the scenes stories and the interviews included in the article before turning back to Dean, confusion on his face.
“This—“ He cut himself off and looked back at the screen.
“It’s true. You want more proof? Sam’s been drinking Ruby’s blood. It’s how he was strong enough to kill Alistair. Before the deal, Sam had to live through every death possible for Dean and live for months without him because of the Trickster.”
Sam let out a breath, trying not to panic. “Oh God.”
Dean looked at him and he could see sympathy and concern in his eyes, which was a big hint that this was all real because Dean may show the concern but he always hid it with a smart ass remark.
“You’re an actor, not a hunter, and your name isn’t Sam Winchester. Your name is Jared Padalecki.”
~*~*~
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.
Jared was sitting on the bed and, from the sounds of it, was watching something show-related on the laptop.
Jensen smiled slightly when he heard himself talking about how he’d originally been up for Sam but had wanted to be Dean because he had the funnier lines. He shook his head as they got in to the story of how Jensen had decided to look up Jared and see who his new brother was going to be.
“He thought I was hot,” Jared declared, shooting a grin at Jensen.
“I thought he was smokin’ hot,” Jensen agreed, slapping Jared’s knee as they laughed at each other.
“That was Paley Fest,” Jensen said and he fought not to laugh when Jared jerked and turned towards the door. His gaze seemed to zero in on Misha and he frowned.
“Castiel?”
Jensen shook his head. “That’s Misha. He only wishes he were an actual angel.”
“I’d use my powers to take over the world and my first proclamation would be that no one could like you because you’re a dumbass,” Misha decided, using his I think you’re a peasant voice.
“It’s witty comebacks like that that help me remember just how truly awful your poetry is.”
Author:
blue_icy_roseRating: PG-13 for this part (eventually R)
Word Count: 1,666
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.
Note: I used part of this awhile back for a prompt and I decided to expand on what I had since the prompt fits the prompt so well. Of course, I still didn't complete it but maybe someday! (And okay, I might rewrite that very end bit of banter between Misha and Jensen after they walk in the trailer but who knows?)
“You sure about this, Sam?” Dean paused and glanced over, waiting for an answer.
“Ruby won’t realize what’s happening. It’ll be fine, Dean. Relax.” Sam tried to look confident but he had a feeling he wasn’t successful.
Dean raised an eyebrow at him rather than respond and then shouldered the duffle bag, heading towards the door of the room. “Let’s go then.”
Ruby stared hard at Sam, anger and a hint of betrayal visible on her face. “You could have been great, Sam. Powerful. You could have—“
“Been forced to listen to you for years. I think I got the better end of the deal,” Sam interrupted with a smirk. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dean grin even as Ruby scowled. As she narrowed her eyes, he raised his hand, concentrating.
Her eyes went black and she smirked, her lips twisting. “You really think that’ll work on me? Think again, Sam.”
The last thing he remembered was Dean shouting his name and the feeling of flying just before he hit the ground.
“—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.
“That’s...that’s us.”
Dean licked his lips. “Read the article.”
Sam looked up at him and then began reading, feeling his blood go cold as he read about the show, Supernatural and its main characters, Sam and Dean Winchester. He read the behind the scenes stories and the interviews included in the article before turning back to Dean, confusion on his face.
“This—“ He cut himself off and looked back at the screen.
“It’s true. You want more proof? Sam’s been drinking Ruby’s blood. It’s how he was strong enough to kill Alistair. Before the deal, Sam had to live through every death possible for Dean and live for months without him because of the Trickster.”
Sam let out a breath, trying not to panic. “Oh God.”
Dean looked at him and he could see sympathy and concern in his eyes, which was a big hint that this was all real because Dean may show the concern but he always hid it with a smart ass remark.
“You’re an actor, not a hunter, and your name isn’t Sam Winchester. Your name is Jared Padalecki.”
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.
Jared was sitting on the bed and, from the sounds of it, was watching something show-related on the laptop.
Jensen smiled slightly when he heard himself talking about how he’d originally been up for Sam but had wanted to be Dean because he had the funnier lines. He shook his head as they got in to the story of how Jensen had decided to look up Jared and see who his new brother was going to be.
“He thought I was hot,” Jared declared, shooting a grin at Jensen.
“I thought he was smokin’ hot,” Jensen agreed, slapping Jared’s knee as they laughed at each other.
“That was Paley Fest,” Jensen said and he fought not to laugh when Jared jerked and turned towards the door. His gaze seemed to zero in on Misha and he frowned.
“Castiel?”
Jensen shook his head. “That’s Misha. He only wishes he were an actual angel.”
“I’d use my powers to take over the world and my first proclamation would be that no one could like you because you’re a dumbass,” Misha decided, using his I think you’re a peasant voice.
“It’s witty comebacks like that that help me remember just how truly awful your poetry is.”