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Their RewardjennytorkOctober 13 2010, 15:15:25 UTC
Night shoots, they could agree, were a bitch. But on a show like Supernatural, they had more than their share.
Gabriel happened to be in this one, so they were finishing a scene together. Once the final "Print!" had been called, it was only an hour or so till dawn.
Jared turned to ask Jensen if he wanted to watch the sunrise, only to find him curled into a chair, already asleep. Misha was already walking off, phone pressed to his ear. Jared sighed with deep disappointment.
"Hey," Richard said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Why so glum?"
"Wanted them to watch the sunrise with me," Jared moped.
"I'm not around enough, but I love watching the sunrise," Richard smiled. "C'mon."
They went outside and walked a little ways where they could sit together on a hillside overlooking the freeway. They spoke small-talk and drank beer that Richard had sticky-fingered from food services.
When the sun broke over the horizon and painted it with colours an artist would commit murder to duplicate, both men were struck absolutely speechless.
On their trek back to the set, Jared squeezed Richard's hand before releasing it. "Thanks, man."
Gabriel happened to be in this one, so they were finishing a scene together. Once the final "Print!" had been called, it was only an hour or so till dawn.
Jared turned to ask Jensen if he wanted to watch the sunrise, only to find him curled into a chair, already asleep. Misha was already walking off, phone pressed to his ear. Jared sighed with deep disappointment.
"Hey," Richard said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Why so glum?"
"Wanted them to watch the sunrise with me," Jared moped.
"I'm not around enough, but I love watching the sunrise," Richard smiled. "C'mon."
They went outside and walked a little ways where they could sit together on a hillside overlooking the freeway. They spoke small-talk and drank beer that Richard had sticky-fingered from food services.
When the sun broke over the horizon and painted it with colours an artist would commit murder to duplicate, both men were struck absolutely speechless.
On their trek back to the set, Jared squeezed Richard's hand before releasing it. "Thanks, man."
"Anytime, Jare. Anytime at all."
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