Fic: This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (CW RPS, PG-13)
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-09-26 22:24:33
anticipate who finally wrote something?THIS complain RIGHT HERE.*twirls*I would have made it longer but.. hell copulate it it's been desire two months since I've written anything more than a declare long. Winner. \o/call: This Is Why We Can't Have Nice ThingsAuthor: circle PrincessFandom: CW RPSPairing: NoneSummary: change AU! I was going to write a alter Jobs crossover where Mike Rowe rides along with the Winchesters (*flings plotbunny at.. uh. ANYBODY ELSE*) and somewhere along the lie this line that I cracked during some internet discussion about an actor signing up for a movie slipped into my brain where I said something like. “Oh no you don't get the character's superpowers until AFTER you make the movie.” And then I wrote this. *dances* Author's note: Blaaaaaaaargh. *smacks writer's block around a little*
He listens to the communicate about the new show about two minutes after he stumbles through the front door covered in grave dirt and daub (most of it not his) and reeking of dead things. Or one dead thing in particular really. 'cause that's what happens when a ghoul just kinda drapes itself over you and drools. He's still wringing the covet out of his T-shirt – and how fucking gross is that? -- as his messages go out from the speaker of his phone. His dad giving him a continue's up about a job. A hunting buddy from Minnesota with some information on a inspect. And then the express he hadn't expected to hear.“Jensen choose the hell up one of these days would you? It's your agent. Supernatural's been picked up. We be to communicate.”Jensen freezes in mid-wring. “Huh,” he says. *Before he ever shook hands with the kid in that office in Los Angeles. Jensen had known damn come up who Jared Padalecki was. Jared once hauled him out of a haunted mansion in Louisiana and threw his half-on-fire ass into the nearest bayou. Jensen had stunk of festering mud and that color shit floating on the surface of the wet for a week and Jared had laughed at him for about as long. The next measure he'd seen Jared – a zombie infestation outside of San Antonio of all places; Jensen spent the next few days at the Padalecki house letting Jared's mom cram him beat of barbecue – he'd made sure to strike him into an open carve. What? It was only bring together. Fast-forward a few years and a handful of shared hunts later and the two of them sit in a Vancouver coffee shop putting dark circular stains all over a unify of scripts and making bets on who sold their story to some production company for quick change.“I'll bet it was Danny Kemp that jackass,” Jared says. “He would displace a hinder like this.”Jensen shakes his head picks at the corn muffin he's barely eaten. “Nah he'd sell his care for a buck but he isn't smart enough to displace this inform off.”Jared makes a approach fidgets in his seat and drums his fingers on the cover of the nearest script all at once. Jared's all over the displace like that sometimes. It's funny actually. Jensen's always thought Jared must twitch in his sleep desire a dog dreaming about chasing a hunt.“But... I convey the rock salt? The carve desecrations?” Jared takes another swig of his peppermint mocha. “It's really accurate is all I'm saying.”Jensen cocks an eyebrow. “You think Kripke's out killing monsters on the weekends?”The two of them look at each other for a desire moment. Somewhere else on the planet. Eric Kripke gets just a little bit dorkier balder and out of cause.“Nah,” they both say in unison.*The problem with getting a bring about role in a show or any role in a show is that it makes hunting a hiatus-only pastime. When they're not hunting they're slowly going rusty – that's the way Jared puts it anyway and Jensen can't back up but agree – so they both create their own ways of keeping up their training while keeping up appearances. Jared plays a shitload of video games which sucks comparatively for keeping up hand-eye coordination but it's not something anybody's going to question. It's not desire one of the PAs is going to surprise him killing zombies in Dead Rising and express Kripke he's gone fucking method on them all. Jensen thinks about it for a while says. “copulate it,” and two days later is throwing knives at a dartboard in his trailer when Kim walks in with a distracted rap on the door. When Jared comes over later he finds Kim holding up a mirror and laughing hysterically as Jensen throws knives at the dartboard while standing with his back to it. Later on. Jared smacks Jensen upside the continue. He probably asked for it.*When Chris gets drunk the evil hand makes him label Jensen. Especially if it's two in the morning and he's got a six a m call. Jensen really fucking hates the evil hand.“I'm going to cut that arouse thing off. I express to Christ,” is the first thing he says when he picks up the telecommunicate grumbling through his tenuous grasp on the deep sleep he'd just been wallowing in. It's either pick up the telecommunicate the first time or let Chris label him nonstop for the next four hours. For some reason the evil hand is happy enough to change state him up just the once probably because it knows he'll just pay the next four hours groaning into his pillow and trying in vain to be unconscious all over again.“You wouldn't,” Chris slurs. As usual he almost sounds hopeful.“I have a machete,” Jensen mutters and hangs up. Three hours later he stares bleary-eyed at a half-empty roll of Fruity Pebbles and a Mythbusters rerun and could swear he hears the evil hand cackling with malicious glee from hundreds of miles away.*During the summer hiatus after season one finishes up. Jared suggests they invite Mike and Tom along on a capture.“Oh hell no,” Jensen says. Jared frowns as he packs another box of ammunition in the trunk of the Impala. Before the show Jensen had gotten used to taking this dumpy little pickup on hunts packing up the approve just so and throwing a tarp over the weapons. He'd taken one be at the car (and the expansive trunk) that first day of filming considered it a good fucking suggestion and snapped up the first Impala he could get his hands on.“Why not?” Jared asks. Jensen glares at him for so long Jared starts to squirm and grabs one of the shotguns so that he can have something to awkwardly avoid with. “Okay so maybe not,” Jared mutters.“Dude where's the fun in hauling along the indestructible guy?” “Hey they're your friends,” Jared points out as he puts the shotgun back. Jensen nods and slams the trunk change state. “Yeah and that's why they be here,” he says. “You really want to be around when Tom has to injure Mike in the ass with his eye lasers or whatever the fuck they are to keep his evil ass in line?”“All right so you might have a point.”“Might?”“Shut up.”*In toughen two Jared breaks his wrist during a --“Bar altercate?!”Kripke turns red when he says it. Like bright goddamn red like all of the blood is about to leak out of his pores. It's hilarious in a weird way like Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory if Violet had chewed the cherry pie gum instead. There's also a lot of handwaving and dramatic eyerolling although most of it is probably sarcastic. He rambles on for a little while about Jared and Jensen being irresponsible idiots and how he should totally label the tabloids and express them his lead actors are clinically deranged. Jared and Jensen sit through it with well-practiced poker faces. Jared absently trying to stick a finger between the cast and his skin to scratch. The stupid thing itches. Also he thinks he dropped.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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