You were something else. And Jared wanted you so damn badly. You were so confident and pretty and kind…it was so infuriating how many of the cast and crew on Supernatural wanted you. He could see them all now, watching without a blink as you perform your stunts for the scene, doing take after take. It was a pretty simple one; you were filming a scene where you had to jump through a window from a few feet up and you'd already done it a few times. Perfectly, Jared might add. He didn't get why the director was making you do more takes when you could've been eating lunch with him already. Jared turns away for a moment, hearing a commotion from the director and props manager.

"Don't jump through that one, it's real!"

She gasps, but it's too late. The set hands had put the real window in front of you a minute ago and now you were laying on the landing mat covered in glass and blood. Real blood. Your blood. Jared's eyes blow wide as he runs forward without a thought, his knees biting into a bit of glass as he falls to them next to you. Christ, you looked bad. Stunning, but bad.

"Hey…hey, you with me?"

He murmurs, his brow furrowing as you hold your head. Oh god, he hoped you didn't have a concussion or something worse. Jared sits back, only a little bit, as the med team comes over to help you. What the hell did they know? Jared didn't trust them at all with you. He almost wanted to shove them away and fix you up himself. His heart felt like it was being torn open watching you lay there and whimper pitifully.

"You're okay, honey, you're gonna be just fine."

Jared murmurs soothingly, crouching down next to your head where there weren't medics. Ugh, why the hell were they touching you? He could pull out the damn glass himself and gentler too, mind you.

"Just breathe. Listen to my voice."