my_sam_dean (my_sam_dean) wrote in cw_rps, @ 2008-05-13 16:35:00 |
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They spend hours in the car, probably as many hours as the characters that they play. They need to wait for the cameras and lighting to be set up, keep shooting until it all comes out just right. So, Jared and Jensen spend hours in a car that doesn't go anywhere.
"Know you lines this time, Jare?"
"Of course I know my lines. You?'
"Hey, I'm not the one that called me 'Jensen' instead of 'Dean."
"You have such an uncanny resemblance to him, Jensen, really. I couldn't help it."
Jensen smiled back at his co-star who was gobbling up candy like he'd skipped lunch.
"All that sugar never makes you sick?" he asked the man with the hummingbird metabolism.
"Nope. Want some?"
"No way. I spend enough of my life at the gym."
Jared continues to eat the sweetest gooey candy that he can find as they watch the crew busy at work around them.
"You really are a freak of nature, do you know that? You should weigh a ton by now."
"Maybe candy loves me like you say the Impala loves you."
"My baby is a classic!" Jensen asserted. "That's nothing like what you call food."
"I call it candy," Jared smiled. "And I never get to drive the Impala."
"Neither do I. We just sit here, Jared, or haven't you noticed?" Jensen cocked an eyebrow at his friend, wondering if he was headed to a sugar coma.
"Maybe candy would be nicer to you if you let me sit in the driver's seat sometime."
Jensen shook his head. "I tell you what, Man. After wrap, You can sit in the driver's seat and I'll sit over there and pig out on candy. Would that make you feel better?"
"Yes," Jared decided. "It would."
So, after the others had already left for the night, the boys switched spots in the Impala.
"This seat is too far up," Jared was crammed into a space that was too small.
"Move the seat and die," Jensen threatened him as he picked through Jared's treasure trove of sweets. "Same goes for the review mirror. I don't need them knowing we were in here."
Jared huffed a little as he tried to get comfortable.
"Do you just rob a candy store every now and then? How do you end up with so much stuff?"
"I have someone who makes sure my stash doesn't run low."
"You have a candy dealer? Better keep that under wraps, dude. You mom'll hear about it in Texas and call mine to see if I'm hooked on candy too. I don't need a rumor like that following me around because of your sweet tooth."
"Agreed. I'm really not comfortable here. Can I have my seat back?"
"Yeah, I didn't like it too well over here, either. No controls to play with."
The two men stood outside the Impala, appreciating her for the fine piece of craftsmanship that she was.
"She sure is a beauty," Jensen whistled. "Never knew I'd be working with a car, but she is one fine choice."
"Yeah. I wonder if, years down the road, they'll sell the Impala's to us. That way we could always have the coolest piece of Supernatural."
"Dude, we're the coolest pieces of Supernatural," Jensen corrected him. "Aren't we?"
"I think she comes in a very close second considering that the fan girls are still arguing which one of us is hotter."
"Yeah, ain't that a hoot? I like the ones that can't pick one over the other or include Jeffrey Dean in the voting when he wasn't asked in the first place. We have a wide array of fans."
"They've made this all possible for us, Jared. How cool is that? Want to grab a bite to eat? Run through some lines for tomorrow?"
"Sure."
They turn off the light in the studio and the impala smiles in the darkness. She's the star of the show. She just makes the boys look good!