Just a bit of fun. I don't own Supernatural or any part of the show, and I'm not putting this up to harm anyone. I know Jared, Jensen, and Misha are happily married. This is just me and my fantasy. Hope you enjoy, (working on this in between episodes of my Season 13 to give my brain a break). Story runs from Jensen and Cari's P.O.V and is unedited.

The Oblivious Moment - Cari

Could the day get any worse? Scratch that, I don't even know why I bothered to think it, because number one rule is NEVER EVER ask that question. Well, that one and any sarcastic undertones of "could this day get any better?" and of course the "Q" word, for example: it's awful quiet around here. Yeah, and I know what you're thinking, how would I know these things? Story of my life and three of my favorite things to ask out loud.

Today was no exception.

Could it get any worse started with the father of my kids, long time ex being a complete douchebag, but in his defense, he did decide to get remarried not long after our divorce. A roaring text argument had begun and I wasn't in the mood. My scheduled appointment for filming had been thrown way off after that and now, I find myself in Connecticut auditioning for something I'm not even sure I understand.

It wasn't hard to find the place, somewhere off the Rocky Neck exit of 91-south. Nice place to be but there was just something not quite right there. Open casting call, not a lot of people, but most of them not my age. I definitely felt out of my league but I went through it, bumbled a couple times but made it through the audition. Of course, the fact that I was completely thrown off by everything that happened that morning, gave me the distinct impression that when they said they would be in touch, I wasn't going to be a call-back.

Forty-something looking early thirties had to count for something. Anyway, back to the "could it" part of this story. I packed myself into my car and decided that yep…it was time to go home. I didn't drink often or alone, so a good stiff one was out, didn't smoke, so that wasn't even an option but I was dropping the kids off at the D-bag's house as soon as I got home so maybe the gym would be in order.

I glanced up in the rearview, blue eyes wide, tears about ready to fall and I pushed my hair back, dyed because I hate my gray hair, but I loved the black contrast. In all honesty, I didn't feel my age, why should I look it, so I kept doing what I was doing with it with a change the color every now and again. I was bound to look this way when I turned sixty since my oldest swore I would.

The highway was a mess, something going on, possibly construction but just before the East Windsor exit headed towards the airport, all traffic had stopped. Something was going on, but it was the car that was pulled over to the side of the road that caught my attention. A black SUV, Jersey plates and three men sitting on the side of the road, not sure what caught me about that but I certainly wasn't playing a hero and stopping.

That was when it happened. The tire blew! What the hell? Like I said, I asked a stupid question and got my answer. Grumbling under my breath, I crossed the lane and pulled up not more than a good four car-lengths from the SUV, shut my car off, got out and slammed the door before making my way to the passenger's side of my HHR. The back tire was blown, I don't know what I hit but damn it was good and shredded.

With a sigh, I opened the trunk, grabbed the needed supplies and went to work, hopping like a good kid on the lug wrench to at least get the nuts loosened. That was when the shadow loomed over me. I was hoping the creeps on the side of the road might have ignored the fact that I had stopped, but it didn't look that way.

"Hey, do you need some help?" His voice was deep, kind of gruff, like he had been angry for way too long, but at the same time it was a sweet question. But I looked up, his features blocked by the sun and shook my head at his silhouette as I reached down and grabbed the wrench from the last nut and stood up straight. Damn, he was about a foot taller than me. I smiled and shook my head.

"No thanks, believe it or not, some women know how to change a tire," I stated condescendingly and listened to the chuckle in his voice.

"No offense, lady."

"None taken." I sat back on the small hill that they had all been lounging on and watched as he crouched down by my tire. I was finally able to see him, and damn, why did I turn down his help.

He was built, not like a body builder but the way his tee stretched over the muscles of his shoulder and back, I knew he worked out, and the arms…well, I probably shouldn't have stared but I did anyway. The back of his head was shaved, kind of crew cut until I noticed the length of the top. Not a high and tight, just a fade, that somehow looked familiar.

"Looks like you caught the same thing we did," he spoke up as his hand ran over what was left of my tired. "You're lucky you didn't get into an accident with this."

He turned to me, and…my God was he beautiful, if men could be described that way. His eyes were a glowing sea of green when the sun hit him, he had just the right amount of scruff on his cheeks and chin and his lips were full and pouty but the familiar feeling just couldn't be shaken. I rolled my eyes, luck had nothing to do with it, not today.

"If I had been, it would have been the story of my life," I mumbled and looked at the black on my hands from handling the tools. "So that's why the three of you are sitting there on the side of the road? Flat tire?"

"Yeah, unfortunately, the spare in the rental is shot too, to low on air to even make it to the airport." He smiled, looking me over as he came to sit by me. He pulled his knees up, planting his feet so that he wouldn't slide down the hill and rested his elbows on his knees as I sat cross legged looking up at the sky. "So how would an accident been the story of your life?"

"Maybe not my life, just my day." I shrugged and watched the traffic roll by. "Just a bad day, that's all."

I watched as he nodded, glanced over at the two down the way, something that caught my interest and I leaned back, getting a look at them as well. One was tall…I mean taller than this one, his hair fell in layers, but it never reached his shoulders, and the look on his baby face was priceless, like he was asking just what the hell this one was up too. The second one was an older man, big tough guy, white hair, rough looking but he just sat staring like I was the bad guy.

"Your friends are a little…intimidating." I smiled and watched as my new "friend" turned back to me.

"They're just protective," he shrugged.

"Of you?" I smiled and shook my head. "You do realize I'm about five foot nothing and the only way I'm taking you down is a good blow to the head?"

"Are you going to try that?" I watched as he leaned back, looking me over, but it was a real question.

"Let see…" I started and glanced at my car. "Stuck on the side of the road with a flat," my eyes shifted to the men, "two rather intimidating men not more than a couple strides away, and nowhere to go?" I smiled, and shrugged. "Not a chance in hell."

He smiled, one that reached his eyes, giving him laugh lines around his eyes and I was taken back for a minute because they had to be the most heart fluttering thing I had ever seen. That's when I decided I had been single way too long if some stranger was going to make my insides quiver with just a smile. I cleared my throat and moved to go back to the car.

"I'm Jensen, by the way," his voice whispered and I turned to see that he had followed me down the hill to my car. He crouched down as he watched me place the jack and I looked up at him.

"Cari," I answered smiling, and watched as he rolled the spare over. In silence he watched, never moved, never made any threatening gestures, but apparently was fascinated by what a woman could do with a car. As I tightened the lug nuts, I watched the concern in his eyes. "When is the truck getting here?"

"What?" He asked as if I my words had just shaken him out of a daze. He hadn't taken his eyes off from me the whole time, and now I was curious as to what he was thinking.

"The tow truck? I'm sure you have someone coming if you're sitting here waiting." He nodded, but the expression never changed. "Jensen?" He glanced back at his friends, "you did call a tow truck, didn't you?"

"Yeah, ah, Clif called it, about…"he looked down at his watched and noticed the time. "An hour ago…really?"

"It's probably all the traffic." I shrugged and watched him. I wiped my hands on my jeans, throwing the wrench and the jack in the back of the car and he grabbed the rim, helping me to place it down in the cluttered mess that was the back of my car. I watched the smile form on his face again.

"You have kids?" He looked at me as if it was a surprise and I smiled.

"Yep, two that tower over me, one who is getting there," I replied, not sure why I was telling him any of it, but I would probably never see him again so what the hell. "This crap is mostly mine though, I like to live in my car."

"Hey, ah, are you going to be alright?" I closed the hatch and looked at him as he tucked his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, you just give off that vibe I guess." The man was intuitive, I'll give him that much.

"What gave it away?"

"Your ah, hand," he mimicked the gesture I had been making all afternoon, like I was pressing back the pain.

"Oh, yeah, it's nothing." I reassured him and smiled, "happens all the time." He nodded, still not believing me but I looked over at the taller one who was still looking at his watch. "I could call someone for you, I mean, since your guy isn't here yet."

"No, I don't want to keep you from your family." He started to back up as he looked at his friends.

"It's okay, their dad is going to be pissed anyway, they should have been over an hour ago and he's been blowing up my phone." I answered and pulled the cell from my pocket. Jensen watched as I dialed, put it to my ear, called for a tow truck and pressed the decline button, just as my phone went off again. I couldn't help the response that escaped. "Asshole."

"Your ex, I assume?" Jensen watched as I typed back a message quickly, nodding before slipping it in my pocket. "So three kids and, what, just you?"

"Yeah, been that way for a while." Why was I telling him this? I moved back to the hill and sat down, getting a dirty look from his friend. "What is his deal?"

"Jared?" Jensen laughed. "He's impatient."

"Yeah, I can see that," Jensen sat down beside me again and raised a brow.

"You don't have to stick around."

"Actually, I do, triple A says I have to be here when the truck arrives to give them the information." I smiled and looked out at the road. "That and I screwed up so much today, why not be a friend and help out a fellow traveler."

"So, you live in Massachusetts?"

"Yeah about a 45 minute drive from here." I nodded and shrugged. "Went down for a casting call in Rocky Neck, not sure how I did."

"Wait, you're an actress?"

"Trying to be, not having much luck with stuff around here. You know that whole, you have to break into it thing….well, no breaks."

"Hmm," he smiled. I had heard that before.

"Yeah, I know, not the best career choice for this late in life."

"Actually, I happen to enjoy acting." He shrugged which made my head turn so fast it felt like it was going to pop off. "My friend and I work on a show in Vancouver."

"Wait," I sat back and looked over at Jared and then back at the man in front of me. Realization hit harder than a baseball to the stomach and I could feel my heart rate skyrocket. "Oh, God," I knew he looked familiar. "Jensen Ackles?"

"You know my work?" His commented as if he was surprised and I couldn't help but laugh a little before it faded. I moved my hair, and pulled down the neck of my shirt, showing him the tattoo that graced my skin.

"Supernatural Family, all the way." I smiled and watched his smile touch his eyes once again. "I knew you were familiar, I just couldn't place it.

"You have an anti-possession tattoo?" He questioned.

"A symbol for family, and strength, and it got me through some rough stuff. A new family crest, if you want to label it." I shrugged. "If you don't mind me asking, where are you coming from?"

"Secret set location." Jensen smiled.

"Yeah, so here's the thing, there's no need to say "secret location" because no one is going to believe I sat on the side of the road with one of the show leads from Supernatural, let alone any locations I tell them." I laughed and watched as he grabbed his phone. "What are you doing?" He scooted closer, clicked on his Facebook and then handed me the phone.

"Find yourself." Staring at him in disbelief, I took the phone and found my profile. He took it back and sent me a friends request, but not before linking me to something and hitting the live stream video button. He aimed the camera so that he could see both of us in it and proceeded to announce that he was currently sitting on the side of the road with a "Hero" who had helped out when they had some car trouble before making me wave at the phone and saying goodbye. All that while I sat there stunned. "There now it will show up on your Facebook, right?"

"You, my friend, are a nutcase," I smiled and shook my head, feeling the vibrations from my phone. I was stunned at the amount of notifications that were pinging off on the video and finally went into Facebook to accept his request and turn off the endless noise.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I didn't reply but watched as Jared stood and walked over. "Okay, here we go."

"Jen, what the hell man?" Jared questioned as he sat down beside him. I watched Jensen shrug and put his hands up in the air. I thought for sure that he was going to be upset but Jared leaned forward and smiled at me. "Hi, I'm Jared."

"Cari," I whispered and watched the two men stare at each other.

"What?" Jensen questioned, a smile in his voice.

"You gave a shout out and didn't even wait for me?" I closed my eyes, okay so not worst day ever. Jared glanced in my direction. "I sent you a request." Questioningly, I pulled out my phone and checked Facebook, yep there he was, and accepted. "Now we can do this the right way."

Jared pretty much did the same thing, a live stream of the events leading up to this point and finally he turned the camera on me. I waved, the best I could as Jensen scooted closer so that we were all in the shot and that was about the time the tow truck pulled up. Jared ended the video at the three of us approached the truck.

"So, where do you guys need to go because you're not all fitting in the cab of that truck," I watched Clif talk to the driver, and Jared and Jensen looked at me.

"Well, the car is going back to the rental place and we have a plane to catch." Jared shrugged.

"You don't have to do this, we can catch a cab." Jensen whispered, which made me look up at him.

"Yeah, like that went over so well with your tow, just let me give you a ride to the airport, Ackles." I smiled and watched as he nodded.

They grabbed the bags from the back of the car, packing light with one small suitcase a piece and we managed to fit it into the back of the car, with a blanket thrown over the tire. Jensen placed his hand on my arm as I cleared out some of the kids' mess from the back seat. I stood straight to look at him, the strange emotions in his eyes and slowly the smile came to his face.

"I won't forget this, you know." His voice was low and he watched Jared as he came closer.

"You won't forget some random chick who gave you a lift to the airport?" It wasn't a mocking question, just an acknowledgement of what he was saying, but I could tell that there was something else underneath it. "What's wrong?"

"Wow, you do pick up quick," he laughed and caught the eye of his friend. "It's nothing I can't handle, but really, Cari, I'm not going to forget you."

"Ah, yeah, you haven't seen my driving yet." I winked and watched as the tow driver called me over.

I watched as Jared and Jensen spoke by the back of my car, a low-key conversation that had them close. It wasn't an odd thing to see, they were like brothers and personal space between them was pretty much null, but it made me smile none-the-less. Once the car was taken care off and back to the rental place, once Clif was okay with the transportation arrangements, they all got in my car, not an easy feet for three people who were so tall, but Jared sat behind me, for the most leg room and Jensen insisted on the seat beside me.

We reached the airport in enough time so that they didn't have to rush in, but Jared and Clif both thanked me as they moved to stand by the door. It was Jensen that lingered. I watched as he debated, with me leaning against the side of my car and finally he dropped his bag, took my hand and his cell phone and placed it in my palm

"Number?" The tone of his voice seemed a little rushed and I looked from the machine to his green eyes. "Can I please have your number?"

"Sure," I did so hesitantly but when I handed it back to him, I held his fingers. "but why?"

"Just in case," he smiled, and winked, which left me with another unanswered question. Jared called out to him, and I was a bit shocked when he leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for everything."

"A tow and a ride?" I smiled, but the look on his face told me so much more. "You're welcome." He backed away, grabbing his bag. "Hey, Jensen," I watched as he looked my way, a strange emotion on his face, "text me when you get there safe."

"Will do," he waved and I watched the three of them step into the airport.

Well…the day certainly didn't get any worse, but the strange empty feeling in the pit of my stomach seemed to grow as I watched them disappear into the crowd. Just another day.

Back in the car, I couldn't help but go over everything that had happened from the moment I pulled over to change my tire to the moment I pulled away from the airport. Life had a way of making little changes, just subtle enough that you would never know what it was doing. That was the day that the changes began, but I was oblivious to them…completely oblivious.

What the Hell! – Jensen

The plane had finally leveled out, people began to unbuckle the beverage cart was coming down the aisle but the only thing I was doing was sitting there, staring blankly at the seat in front of me, the edge of my phone to my lips, thinking about her. Some random stranger that happened to pull over because of a damned tired. And I thought my day was going bad, but still, there was something about her.

Jared elbowed me, trying to either get my attention or get past me to get his drink, I'm not positive which one it was at the time but it snapped me back to reality at about 35 thousand feet. With a sigh, I smiled up at the attendant, who poured me a rum and coke, the best thing about first class, before moving on his way and I turned towards my co-star, my partner, my brother as he sat beside me staring.

"What the hell, Jen?" Jared's voice seemed to echo in my ear, but it still felt like I was far away. "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing," I shrugged and slipped the phone into my pocket, but I could tell by the look in his ever changing eyes that there was no way he was believing me, we knew each other too well.

"You do realize we've been at this for more than a decade and I know you as well as you know yourself so, spit it out." I said nothing, just looked away and took a sip of the rather strong drink before I shook off the burn. "It's her, isn't it?"

"Her who?" I turned and looked at him, hoping he wouldn't see that he was right but I guess I didn't hide it well, it was all over my face.

"Ah-ha, what are you thinking?" This was my conscience talking, my living, breathing, 6'5" conscience who had stopped me from some far stupider things than thinking about some woman on the side of the road. "Jen, you have a wife at home and three kids."

"Come on, Jay, I'm not going to cheat on Danneel," I snapped, pretty loudly and thanked everything under the sun that we were practically the only ones in first class. I sighed as I sat back, rolling my eyes as I turned in my seat to face him, but it looked like he knew just what I was going to say.

"It was a one-time deal, man. You're probably never going to see her again," Jared was right, and it struck me at that moment. I was probably never going to see her again.

The six hour flight didn't help with my nerves, didn't help much with my thoughts either as I kept replaying the little conversations she and I had, the way she was hopping on the tire iron when I first approached and it struck me, why did I walk over? It wasn't like she needed help, she had that pretty much covered, but there was just a pull.

I thought about how she looked, while I sat there, Jared beside me lounging back in the grass and Clif on the phone, she got out of the car, pissed as hell and moved over to the side away from the road, as if there weren't cars zooming past at any given speed. She seemed fearless, determined, and angry. I never even gave it a second thought when I stood, but I know that Jared had said something to me, something along the lines of asking where was I going. I didn't matter, I didn't respond because I only had one thought on my mind. I had to see her.

Her long black hair was stuck to her face in places when she looked up at me from where she had crouched down beside the iron. The sun hit her eyes and damn was I blown away. They seemed to glow in the sunlight as she stared and I had to see them closer. I offered my help, but she stood and the way she held herself made me want to reach out to her, her voice was full of that tone of "too strong for too long" and it set something off in me. When she looked up, when she finally made eye contact, I was able to get a better view of those eyes, her face, and when she smiled, my stomach did strange turns.

The conversations were quirky, which to me was something I loved, anything off the charts was just up my alley, but with her, I don't know, there was something else. And then there was the way she pushed her hand against her chest. I had been around Jared long enough to know the symptoms of some sort of panic attack when I saw one, but she didn't give up, she never told me. Maybe that's why I have these feelings, this hope that Jared is wrong.

She truly was the hero, calling the truck, sticking around and the ride to the airport, yeah, sometimes they surprise you. This one didn't just surprise me, she was sticking around in my head, and all I wanted to do was text her.

Frustrated about going over the interaction in my head more than a million times in the last few hours, there was nothing I wanted more than to be on the ground, but we were still far enough away that I was nothing but antsy. Jared was watching me like a hawk, something that was unusual for him but then again, me being quiet during a flight, especially after all the excitement we had that weekend, probably had a lot to do with it.

I got up and headed for the john, couldn't stand airplane bathrooms but it wasn't the real reason I was going anyway. Once behind the small door, locking myself into the room, I pulled my cell from my pocket, slipped on the Wi-Fi and turned off the volume. No need for anyone to hear the messages going off. Texting was out, at least until the plane landed but I always had a plan.

Facebook messenger opened without issue, but I never liked this thing to begin with, however it was just a means to an end for now. Looking up her profile from the tag I had placed on our little live chat, I navigated through the sight until I could get to the spot I wanted and pressed the message button. I took a deep breath, scolding myself for even thinking of doing what I was about to and just let my fingers run over the keys.

HEY, IT'S JENSEN. I NEEDED TO CHECK IN WITH YOU. No… really that sounded kind of desperate, and I erased it to try again. HEY, IT'S JENSEN. JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW WE WERE STILL IN THE AIR. Again, that was one of those pay attention to me text that I just couldn't send. She would know who it was, obviously, it was coming from my page, from my own personal Facebook and I shook my head. I WANTED TO SAY THANKS AGAIN.

Without a second thought I pushed the send button and waited, just watching the screen. For a moment I thought I had done it wrong. Hell everything social media was news to me and this was the first I've ever waited for a message to come back. I mean really waited. But then it started bubbling, I mean right next to her little chat thing and she replied.

Cari: YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME. ARE YOU ON THE GROUND YET?

Wow, there was no thought, no hesitation in her typing, she just went with it and sent. Maybe I did over think the other ones, but with her candid response, I couldn't help by smile. Why the hell was I smiling, it was just a stupid question? In fact, looking in the mirror in front of me as I leaned on the wall, I wanted to know something else. Why was I smiling like THAT? Fuck, what was I doing?

I switched my footing and let my head think too much as I replied: NOT YET, MAYBE AN HOUR.

I almost fell on the floor when I saw her responding right away.

Cari: YOU'RE IN THE AIR, GET OFF THE DAMNED PHONE!

Okay, so I never saw that coming. I knew she was easy to talk to, hell, I'm pretty sure I would have told her things that I never told anyone else if she had asked but the response to one message made me feel like…like we had known each other forever and I knew nothing about her.

I'M ON WI-FI, THAT'S WHY IT'S COMING THRU FACEBOOK. I answered, figuring if she was going to go with her gut reaction on the messages, so was I.

Cari: REALLY, I DIDN'T KNOW THEY HAD WI-FI, OF COURSE PLANES HATE ME AND THE LAST TIME I WAS ON ONE WAS 2011.

Planes hated her? Just with our little interaction I was pretty sure that no one could HATE her, jealous maybe, like Jared was being, but at the same time, Jared was right. There was that conscience thing again. I shouldn't be doing this. What the hell was wrong with me? But my fingers flew over the keys.

WHERE DID YOU GO IN 2011?

Cari: NEW ORLEANS, THAT WAS MY SECOND TRIP, BOTH WENT EXACTLY THE SAME WAY. PLANE WENT UP, LUNCH…WELL

I laughed out loud, literally giggled at the text and realized that it might have been a bit louder than I had planned, but there was nowhere else for me to hide, not at that moment.

NOT A GOOD FLYER THEN.

Cari: OR BOATS, OR BEING IN THE PASSENGERS SEAT, WHICH IS WHY I LOVE TO DRIVE.

There was a light tap on the door and I looked up from the phone. Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I panicked.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"You okay, Jen, you've been in there a long time." Jared's voice echoed through the door.

"Yeah, I'm good." I replied and looked down at the phone. "Give me a minute." I didn't wait for him to continue before my fingers were racing over the phone. DAMN! I HAVE TO GO, I'LL TEXT FOR REAL WHEN WE LAND.

Cari: SAFE TRAVELS. Was all she replied before I slipped the phone into my pocket, used the hand sanitizer that graced the wall and opened the door to look at Jared, who was standing there with his eyes open wide.

"Thought my stomach was going to kick my ass, but…" I pushed passed the man who blocked my way, not adding to my statement and got cozy in my seat again. Just thirty more minutes, I kept telling myself, thirty more minutes.