Supernatural Imagines

'And We All Fall Down' (Misha)

You stood at one of the Bunker's table, watching Jared and Jensen discuss something. You were shooting a scene where you three discussed about the current case and then decide to carry on later.

"No listen, I start and you just walk off after saying your line," Jared said and Jensen nodded. You rubbed your forehead and decided to sit down.

You've been carrying a little person with you for the past 6 months and you were shooting for Supernatural as well. It got hectic but they kept scenes with you to a minimum. The camera would mostly be close up, a shoulder shot, and if you had to move around you'd carry something infront of you or wear something baggy.

"Hey, you okay?" Jensen asked and you nodded with a small smile. "I'm just a bit tired," You said.

Just then, the director came over to you three and informed that they were configuring the cameras for the shot once again because of an error. You had ten minutes to relax.

Jared and Jensen went for the beer bottle on the table at the same time, looking at each other with eyes squinted.

They started to fight over it, snatching it from each other like kids fighting over a lollipop. You got up from your seat, fearing that something would happen.

"Jared give me... the bottle!" Jensen said as he tried to grab it from his friend. You stepped away a bit, wanting to shut your eyes but also wanting to see what would happen.

"Guys I think you should-"

CRASH!

The bottle fell onto the floor behind them, close to the library's entrance. You shut your eyes when the glass shattered. Everyone looked at them, glaring and shocked.

Jared and Jensen stared at each other, embarrassed and ashamed. You placed a hand on your hip and rubbed your stomach with the other.

"Good job guys, good job!" You said sarcastically and Jensen rolled his eyes. The boys walked over to a box of tissues and brought it back to clean it up. One of the crew member brought a mop over to clean the beer spill.

"Hey, what happened-"

THUMP! SCRUNCH!

You turned to find your husband on the floor, eyes shut in pain. He slipped on the shards of glass and drink on the floor.

"SON OF A-"

You rushed over to him and bent down as much as you could. "Oh my god Misha! Are you okay?" You questioned with concern. Jared and Jensen walked over, along with many of the cast and crew.

"I uh, I-I don't know," He groaned with discomfort and you looked at him sadly. You held his hand as Jared and Jensen helped him up to his feet with struggle. You wrapped an arm around his waist and he tried his best not to strain you.

You noticed that he had glass shards on the back of his coat. His hands were cut and scratched.

"Sorry Misha," Jensen said. "Yeah, we're really sorry," Jared added and Misha looked at them with anger. "What the hell were you guys doing?!" He yelled slightly and the boys looked to the floor.

"[y/n] could have fell and you would have murdered my baby!" He shouted and you flinched. You turned to him, placing your hands on the sides of his face, "Hey, honey it's okay. Calm down."

He moved away and looked at you with worry and rage, "No I won't calm down! You could have gotten hurt!"

He pulled away from your grasp and some of the crew members helped him to the medical trailer.