"Allright, allright! Come on people! Let's pick it up from the point where Sebastian says "I said RUN", okay?" Jensen sighed and Jared pulled a face. "Allright already. We'll do it, Bob." Jensen threw him a look. "Just don't mess up this time, idiot." Jared looked like he wanted to retort, but Robert Singer called: "Camera rolling... Aaaanddd ACTION!" Sebastian Roché picked up his line and Jared and Jensen threw themselves through the glass. Instead of a nice cushion to break their fall, the guys hit mud with a squelch. "What the Hell?" Jensen sat up, viewing his dirty hands and mud soaked jacket. Next to him, Jared moaned. "Goddamnit. Ow!"

Jensen looked at his co-star. He didn't really like the guy, and the feeling was mutual, but when he saw a three inch long shard of glass sticking out of his thigh, Jensen winced in sympathy. "Ehm, Jared... Dude... You have ehm.. You have something stuck in you leg, man!" Jared looked at him, puzzled at first. Why was the guy even talking to him? They hardly spoke, outside their scripted dialogue. Then Jared realised what Jensen was saying and he looked at his leg. "Holy... Owwwww. Robert! Call cut, man! I'm bleeding!" Nothing... There was no sound at all, until their heads were roughly jammed down into the cold, sticky mud again and a gruff voice whispered: "Geez, ya idjets! Give them a target, why don'tcha!"

Jared carefully lifted his head an inch or so. "Jim? What the Hell is.." The bearded man looked at him oddly. "Jim? Has the impact addled yer brain, kid? Pastor Jim is dead. Has been for quite sometime now. That bitch Meg slit his throat, remember?" Jensen spat out the mud he had involuntairily gotten into his mouth. "Ha. Ha. Come on, Jim. Can't you see he's actually hurt? Call Robert to cut, allright?" Another odd look from under the tatty cap. "What the Hell are you two idjets babblin' about?" The blue eyes raked over Jared and a heartfelt "Balls!" was given at the sight of the glass shard and Jared's blood soaked jeans.

"Well, C'mon then. Dean, hoist your brother's big butt along, but keep your friggin' head down!" Jensen blinked. "What?" Jared joined him. "Has there been a rewrite? I never got new pages! I'm the number one on the sheet, I should know about stuff like this!" Jensen rolled his eyes. "Here we go..." he muttered. Jared looked at him, clearly pissed off. "Oh, did you get a rewrite then?" "No." Jensen hated to admit it, but something was clearly very off here, and Jared throwing a temper tantrum was just about the very last thing they needed. "Listen, Jared... You need help, agreed? Getting pissed about scripts isn't getting your leg done, is it?" Reluctantly, Jared nodded. "You're right, Jensen."