The cameras were rolling on them. It was dark, and the only light came from the crew a few yards away and the lights that lined the inside of the faux-Impala’s trunk. Kripke took a loud breath, then raised his hand in a cue to silence everyone. Jensen rolled his eyes at this, but just bent over as he readied himself for the scene. Jared put his front to the camera, scrubbing a hand over his mouth.

“Action!”

“So-” Jared opened his mouth to start, but was cut short.

The was a metallic clang as the gun Jensen tried to pull out of the trunk hit the fake cover. Somehow it came up at the wrong angle, Jensen never saw it coming. Literally, never saw it at all. The barrel came up and socked him in the eye, instantly taking out his vision.

Jared’s own eyes went wide at this, it went too fast for him to really stop it.

“Oh fuck” Jensen tossed the fake gun back into the trunk, bending over further. He pressed his forearm to his eyes, groaning pitifully.

“You ok?” Jared asked, cursing how cold he sounded “Jen?”

“Shake it off, center” Kripke shouted, sounding unruffled “Camera’s still rolling!”

Jared cast their director a filthy look, “Would you shut up for five seconds, Eric!?”

The older man quieted at the fierce growl.

Everyone knew to back off the puppy when his boyfriend was hurt.

“Damn it” Jensen muttered into the leather of his jacket, eyes clenched shut and arms cradling his skull.

“Come ‘ere, baby” Jared managed to cup one huge palm along the fragile curve of his lover’s jaw, making him raise up from his half-crouch and face him. Jensen kept his eyes squeezed shut, moisture collecting on his eternity-long lashes. Jared’s brow creased in worry, he tilted the man’s head to the side.

“Open your eyes.”

Jensen scowled, “Bite me, Jay.”

“Jensen Ross” Jared put on his best ‘mama-bear’ voice “Open your eyes.”

The slighter man seemed to deflate, a single tear leaking out and down the swell of his cheek, “I can’t, man. It fuckin’ hurts.”

Jared peered at the reddened area, “Can you see?”

“I don’ wanna try” Jensen drawled lowly “Jay, dude, it hurts.”

“Try” Jared urged him.

“Ow, ow, ow” Jensen groused, prying his eyes open carefully. It was kind of blurry, and the non-tears kept coming in thin streams. Jared saved his dignity by thumbing them away, trying to get a good look at the damage. The poor jade orb was bloodshot to hell and back, but fine overall. Nothing looked tore, just glazed and unfocused.

“We should give it some time” Jared put in his two-cents “Can you see?”

“Enough” Jensen’s eyes fluttered open and shut without thought “Doesn’t wanna stay open, that’s for sure. Shit, dude, that was stupid.”

“It’s ok” Jared soothed “Remember when I fell backwards into Jeff right on camera? Now that’s uncordination at it’s sexiest right there.”

Jensen smiled at the memory, recalling how his boyfriend’s height had thrown him off and he just fuckin’ fell like a tree. But damn it, his eyes just didn’t want to stay open. It wasn’t just the one he had plunged a gun barrel into, but both of them were watering pretty bad. Jared let him go gently, allowing him to rub at his eyes and try to get himself together.

“Can he see?” McG called reluctantly, getting a dirty look for Kripke.

“We’re still rolling!”

“No, dude, he can’t-” Jared was cut off but a firm hand slapping him in the stomach, causing him to grunt and loose himself. He narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend, wondering what the fuck that was about.

Jensen looked at him with such determination, the only thing that kept the heat from his stare was the remnants of his forced tears. He should his head a bit, narrowing his eyes right back. He turned to Kripke and slapped on a smile, raising his hand.

“Yeah, it’s cool” Jensen pulled a stupid face “Klutz, yeah?”

“Still rolling” Kripke seethed.

Jared huffed a bit, but stayed silent. When they had those silent communications, it was for a reason. Jensen had just told him to shut the hell up and let them get on with the scene.

They started from the beginning and played it out perfectly, easily slipping into their roles.

And Jared admired his lover a bit more that day, cause as soon as the next two night were over he realized it wasn’t all good.

Jensen pulled him into their trailer, locking the door. They couldn’t go home quite yet, neither had their cars and Kripke’s assistant just called them one (fuckin’ twenty minute wait all the way out here.) He groaned in that pitiful way, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. He collapsed into one of the loveseats, exhausted beyond reason.

“Get me the eye drops, Jay?” Jensen pleaded, staring at the floor “I can’t see a fuckin’ thing.”

Jared’s brow creased again, “But you seemed fine.”

“Dude” Jensen drew out the word, looking up at his overly tall boyfriend with a hint of exasperation “That was acting. I can’t see a damn thing. I just need to shut my eyes for a night, I’ll be fine.”

“My little solider” Jared sat down next to his lover, sliding the eye drops into his palm. He dropped his hand to Jensen’s thigh, curling his long fingers around the firm muscle. He leaned in, dropping sweet kisses just under the dip behind his lover’s ear and down his neck.

Jensen hummed a little, eyes fluttering shut.

“Love you” Jensen sighed, the words barely a whisper.

“Love you too, Jen” Jared nosed short-cut tresses, huffing unhappily “I wish you could grow your hair again. Promise me that you’ll do it between seasons?”

“Promise” Jensen replied, tipping his head back and applying the drops. They helped a lot, he wished he had them earlier when he first injured his eye. He knew it was nothing serious, and even if he wouldn’t have done something -- God knew Jared would. Hell, it was all he could do to keep Jared from picking him up in his arms and sweeping him off set today.

“I like it when you go alpha male on me, Jare” Jensen blinked a few times, then turned his head to bump his forehead to his lover’s “Just…not in front of Eric.”

“Sorry, man” Jared replied truthfully, half-pouting.

“I know you are” Jensen dropped a kiss on that sweet mouth, then stood “Come on, brat. Take me home and show me how much you care, ok?”

“That’s a plan” Jared made a move that shocked them both, arms extending as if he were about to pick up Jensen bridal style. Jared flushed a new shade of red, standing and dropping his arms to his sides. “Uh, sorry…that was a weird instinct.”

“How ‘bout this…?” Jensen leaned into him, hooking his fingers in the belt loop of the taller man and putting on a cocky grin “If that creepy neighbor of yours isn’t awake and watching, I’ll let you carry me through the threshold. Deal?”

“Mrs. Spriggs?” Jared huffed out a laugh “She’s nice, Jense! She’s never done anything even remotely creepy to us.”

Jensen cocked his head to the side, “She randomly comes over for no reason other than to give us cookies and relationship advice.”

“She thinks we’re cute” Jared shrugged.

The older man’s look was deadpan, “She gave me some chamomile-mint tea so I could ‘relax my throat more’ as she put it…then winked.”

“So she’s open minded and nice” Jared faltered “And there was that one time when we were in the backyard and she was standing on the fence on the other side…waving and catcalling…but that was only because we were kissing!”

“If she ever gets to the press-”

“She loves us, Jen, she won’t” Jared heard the car outside “Let’s go. Even if Mrs. Spriggs is looking, can I still carry you?”

Jensen huffed, “Fine. But only as long as Mr. Spriggs isn’t jumping around behind here begging to get a better look.”

Jared’s smile blinded him, “Deal.”


(AN: I took this from the blooper in Season 1 where Jensen pretty much plowed himself in the face with a gun. It caught my attention because it was really funny-but-not, it was like a “Ha-ha…oh, ow” moment. I also drew on my experience Freshmen year when I got socked in the face with a football. I couldn’t open my eyes and they teared pretty badly, and it went on like that for more than twenty minutes. No black eye though. Weird, ne?)