Jensen Ackles lay unconscious, just beginning to stir. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was that he was getting close... Getting close to the big, shocking twist at the end of the next episode's script. Jensen squinted blearily in all directions. He tried to move and immediately felt his back protest. Was he sleeping on a table? What the hell..? The surroundings didn't seem completely alien, but he didn't recognize where he was at first. Jensen groaned under his breath as he sat up and smacked his lips. He tasted something bitter... Had he been roofied?
Must have been some strong stuff, because the next thing he spotted blew his mind: he was sitting on a oversized copy of the script! He yelped, scrambling to his feet. He suddenly recognized that he was still in his trailer at the studio! But everything was bloomed into enormous proportions... A pale sheen of nervous sweat dotted his forehead as he heard rumbling movement from the other side of the door. As his luck would have it, Jared was knocking, coming to check in on him. He could hear Jared shifting, getting ready to come in, and knew he had only seconds to make up his mind.
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