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Sitting on the plane, you took a deep breath and looked out the window. So much had happened so quickly it was hard to keep track of everything. Worrying your bottom lip you were trying to think things over to distract you from what was really bothering you. The jiggle of your chair caught your attention and you looked to your right. Rich was shaking his foot before he crossed his legs and started jiggling his foot again. Remembering his fear of flying you lowered the blind of the window and turned to face him.
“Hey, so, Vegas, yeah?” You smiled at him, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it.
“Yeah.” He smiled nervously.
“We should probably do a pretake off selfie for the fans.” You reached into your jacket and grabbed your phone, “Hey Rob, Alaina, Bri, Kim. Photo!” You called out to the people behind you.
“Sweet!” Briana leaned up behind you and smiled along with Kim while Rob and Alaina leaned across the aisle. Angling the phone as best you can you took the group picture and sent it off to your Instagram and Twitter announcing that you were all on the way to the City of Sin.
“Done.” You smiled looking at the picture. “Now just you and I.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and leaned closer towards you. As you snapped the photo you felt his face move slightly. Looking at the photo you see that while you are smiling at the camera, he turned his head and closed his eyes, his nose at your throat. Smiling, you turned and looked at him. Glancing around, you turned and looked at him, snapping a few pictures of the two of you as you close your eyes and nuzzle him and sneaking a soft chaste kiss from his lips before pulling away. Looking through the photos, you forward them all to him and sit back smugly afterwards. Once his phone goes off you see his eyes light up as he starts going through the photos, before the flight attendants tell you to turn off your phones.
Biting your lip you glance over at Rich as the plane starts to taxi. Here, among friends, no one would rat you out if they caught you two kissing but if someone else took a picture of the two of you and it got back to the studio, it could be disastrous. You both knew it. You both hated it. In confidence you had asked your agent to try to work some sort of addendum to your contract if you were dating a coworker but so far it was a dead end. He wanted answers as to whom you were interested in but you refused. He had suspicious but you wouldn’t make any confirmations, going so far as to be publicly seen with Misha, Jensen and Jared as well as Rich, just to irritate him.
It was irritating the fandom as well. No one knew what to make of the impromptu hiatus either. Word was leaked that a change was being made and speculation was rampant among everyone. When filming picked up, the crew thought it would be fun to throw the fandom off by filming fake scenes. There were videos of Castiel and Dean holding hands before Castiel proposes (the fandom lost their collective minds over that one), there was a video clip of Sam pushing Castiel off Dean before kissing Dean (that had the fandom scratching their heads) while another video surfaced of Sam aggressively clearing off a table in the bunker and laying Lailah on it before climbing on top of her and making out with her insinuating that they are about to have sex before it faded out to black. Needless to say the fandom was totally confused as to who was with whom and what was happening in the story line. Behind the scenes the crew would come up with the most outrageous scenes to film and “leak” to the fandom. The crazier the better. The most recent had Rowena trapping Lailah in Holy Fire demanding that she help trick Gabriel into giving himself over to the witch. Rowena was again on the run from her son and having Gabriel as her protector and lover would be a coup. Lailah agrees in exchange for her life and a spell to prevent the Winchesters from being able to find her. So far the comments were amusing as hell.
“I thought Lailah and the Winchesters were tight, WTH?”
“Backstabbing bitch!”
“I KNEW Lailah was dirty!”
“Um… are they fucking with us?”
“IDGI.”
Of course all of these were going to end up on the gag reel or a separate part of the DVD but it was entertaining, nonetheless.
Looking at Rich you smiled at him. The real filming of the new second half was going well now that the two of you had talked. Gabriel had returned, Lailah told Castiel that they had been mates before Gabriel left Heaven and could not bond with Castiel because of it. Deciding this was a sign from their father, Lailah and Castiel talked it over and separated. They decided to take some time apart before regaining their friendship, not without occasional pining from time to time and hostility towards Gabriel from Castiel. When Gabriel discovered that Lailah was single, he set up a situation that put her into harm’s way before he swooped in and saved her but that situation will come back to bite him in the ass later because it’s Supernatural and no bad deed goes unpunished. But because Lailah ‘broke up’ with Castiel and Gabriel has been helping the Winchesters, Lailah is a pariah right now. At least, that’s as far as the fans had seen. They have no idea what was coming up later in the season and everyone was excited to know that it would be leading to bringing back the rest of the Archangels.
But looking at Rich, none of that mattered, looking at Rich all you could think of were the nights that you worked on your characters, worked on your lines… then worked on your relationship. The first time that Rich grabbed you and kissed you like a drowning man still made your stomach flip and you grin like a little school girl. The first time you two made love still made your head fuzzy and your toes curl. Biting your lip you grinned.
“Penny for your thoughts.” He whispered.
Looking up to his eyes, you felt your face burn and your stomach start to knot.
“I… uh… I…” Your throat went dry, “I was thinking… back… to um… the first…” your eyes flicked down to your joined hands, “Um… our… first…time.” You replied quietly.
“First… time…?”
Looking back up at him, you felt your heart race but you leaned your face closer to his, putting your lips closer to his ear, “The first time you nibbled on my nipples, while you fingered me open, making sure I was ready for you before you entered me. I’ll never forget the feeling of you inside of me.”
“Oh. That… um, first time.” He swallowed and turned his head looking over at you, “I… will never forget that but we should… probably… not talk about it. In… public.”
By the timber of his voice and the breathiness of it, you can tell it was affecting him. Nodding, you sat back and sighed as the plane started to climb into the air. Sitting back while you were a little disappointed that talking dirty to your man was canceled by him, you were pleased that you managed to distract him while to plane took off. It took a moment before he turned to you.
“You did that on purpose?”
“For a couple of reasons.”
“You distracted me.”
“Yes.” You grinned at him.
“You’re the best.” He kissed your hand and settled back. Still a nervous flyer, the takeoff and landing were the worse parts for him. So you made sure to distract him as best as you could at those two parts. Closing his eyes, he took steady deep breaths and tried to relax, all while holding your hand. It was sweet. However it was your stomach that was suddenly lurching. Blinking you undid your belt and went bolting for a bathroom, despite the flight attendants trying to stop you.
Locked in the coffin of a bathroom, you managed to hold it until the lid was up. Emptying your stomach into the tiny toilet, you were trying to not let the knocks of the flight attendants bother you or the fact you had never been airsick before.
“I’m sick, fuck off!” You screamed, slapping the door. You panted before throwing up again. Once you emptied your stomach you sat on the floor and sat back, closing your eyes. Where the hell had that come from?
“Y/N? You okay Sweetheart?” You heard Rich’s voice behind the door.
“Fine!” You replied quickly.
“Can you unlock the door, please?”
“In a minute.” Standing slowly you crawled up on your shaky legs and looked at your face in the mirror. You looked really pale. You had been fine moments before you felt the need to throw up. Had you eaten something bad?
Rinsing your mouth out, you also wetted down a paper towel and patted your face. It seemed to help some. Flushing the toilet, you cleaned up as best as you could before opening the door. Rich walked in instantly.
“Are you okay?” He cupped your face in his hands and looked you over, “You’re so pale.”
“I think I may have eaten something bad, I don’t know it just hit me all of a sudden.”
“That’s weird. You feeling any better?” He began rubbing your back.
“A little.” You swayed unsurely on your feet.
“We need you both to return to your seats, the captain has not yet turned off the seat belt sign.” A flight attendant stuck her head in the bathroom.
“She’s not well, can you give us another moment please?” Rich asked.
The flight attendant was about to protest but took one look at you and nodded her head, “I’ll bring a ginger ale too and some crackers.”
“That would be wonderful, thank you.” Rich smiled.
“This is embarrassing.” You hid your face in your hands.
“Oh please, I’m just glad that it is distracting me from the flight.” Rich kept rubbing your back.
“Ha, ha.” You replied sarcastically.
“Here you go.” The flight attendant returned, handing over a full can of ginger ale and several packets of crackers.
“Thank you.” You croaked, taking the can and the bendy straw, taking little sips. “I think I’m well enough to sit down.” You looked at Rich.
“Okay, walk carefully, please, we are still climbing.” The attendant warned.
“Thank you, we will.” Rich smiled again, as you both exited the bathroom and began making your way back to your seats.
“You okay?” Rob asked as you walked by.
“I think so, must have been something I ate.” You smiled weakly.
“Sure.” Briana smiled widely. Frowning at her you sat down by the window and continued your sipping of your ginger ale. Resting your head back against your seat you wanted to rest. Getting sick always made you really tired and a nap sounded really awesome.
“I’m going to sleep for a bit.” You looked over at Rich.
“Okay.” He took your ginger ale and wedged it in the pouch in front of him so it wouldn’t spill. Curling up, you made sure your seatbelt was on, but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.
***
What felt like minutes later you blinked your eyes open and found yourself looking at Briana, flipping through a magazine. Sitting up slowly, you looked past her to see Rich and Rob talking animatedly, while taking notes in notebooks.
“Morning sunshine.” Briana grinned looking over.
“How long was I out?”
“’Bout an hour or nearly there.” She tucked the magazine into the pouch of the seat in front of her. The ginger ale can was gone, “How ya feeling?”
“Tired.” You tried stretching as best as you could while cooped up in your row, “Musical rows?” You nodded at Rich.
“Something like that.” She smiled, “I actually wanted to talk to you.” She pulled you in close and leaned in as she did, “I know about you and Rich, I think we all do. We’d be stupid not to see it.”
You swallowed nervously.
“Don’t worry, we aren’t saying anything,” She rubbed your arm, “But that leads me to asking you, since I know you don’t get airsick and you had a muffin before we took off, is there a chance that you….” She let her voice trail off. You waited for her to finish her sentence.
“That I…. what?” You blinked.
“Really?” She blinked back at you, “You’re not… really?” She sighed and leaned in towards your ear dropping her voice to a whisper, “Pregnant?”
Your heart stopped, your body temperature dropped as did your stomach and for a split second you were fearful you were going to be sick again. As Briana pulled away your heart began to beat once more but instead of resuming a nice normal pace it decided to make for the hills and beat into overtime. Clenching the seat hand rest hard enough your knuckles were white, you swallowed. Looking over at Briana you could feel your body shivering. Frantically in your head you were trying to think back to the last time you had your period and you couldn’t remember. It had been a while. It had been… before Gabriel had been on the show.
Shit.
This was bad. This was very, very bad.
You had not been on birth control because it had been a while since you had been intimate with someone and the last guy you had slept with you had used condoms with.
Suddenly you found your head being pushed between your knees, and told to breathe. Your head was swimming.
“What happened?” Rich asked.
“She’s fine.” Briana assured him.
“She doesn’t look fine.” Rich argued.
“Lower your voice.” Alaina huffed, standing up looking over the back of the seats, “You okay sweetie?”
“She’ll be okay, just trying to think about why she may be sick.” Briana gave Alaina a significant look that she and Kim caught straight away.
“Oh…” They both said softly. Kim stood up.
“Do you need anything hon?” Kim asked, Alaina leaned over and rubbed your back.
“What the hell is going on?” Rich asked.
“Nothing, it’s fine, Y/N is still a bit unwell, okay?”
“You’re all crowding her like a bunch of chickens.” He glowered.
“Quit your scratching, Cock.” Kim shot back, “When we need you, we’ll let you know.”
Rob chuckled but quickly turned to clearing his throat when Rich turned his eyes on his friend. Sitting up slowly you sat back and stared straight ahead, trying to wrap your mind around the idea that was implanted in your head. Looking over at Briana, terror in your eyes, she nodded her head, seemingly reading your mind.
Yes, when we land, we’ll get you a test.
‘Thank you.’ You mouth, laying your head back on the seat, reaching both of your hands up, grabbing for Kim and Alaina and squeezing their hands.
“We’ve got you.” Kim whispered. Alaina kissed the top of your head.
“Be cool for now, we don’t know for sure.” She whispered into your hair.
Nodding your head, you tried hard to fight tears that were burning your eyes. It wasn’t that you didn’t want a kid and with Richard, it was that you both could lose your jobs on the show for this and there could be a scandal and for that, be blacklisted in the acting community. Not for having the kid but for breaking your contract. Dumb but it was a thing. And anyway, were you even ready for a kid right now? That was such a huge responsibility. Right now you both were enjoying each other’s company. While you could see a future with him, could he see one with you?
You decided there was no sense in worrying the guy over anything until you knew for sure. Taking a deep breath you plastered on a smile. You were an actress, a People’s choice nominee for Chuck’s sake, you could totally get through the next couple of hours.
Looking at Briana you nodded your head. Kim and Alaina took that as a sign that you were okay and sat down. Briana likewise smiled back at you and started asking questions for your first special event at Vegas. She and Kim had their slumber party, Chad Lindberg had his ghost hunt, Chad and Kathryn Newton had their game night (which also sometimes feature Julian Richings and Tyler Johnston), and Ruth had her MEGA Coven séance (Which you were looking forward to dropping in on). So when Creation came to you and asked about you creating something for the fans, you started thinking and came up with something you thought was brilliant.
“Have you picked songs for Video Vanity?” Briana smirked.
“I did, the people that bought tickets were contacted and got to vote on which song they wanted to do the music video to.”
“And?”
“The winner was ‘Wannabe’ by Spicegirls. What can I say? They have good taste.” You swallowed and kept following her lead. Improv, this you could do, follow Briana’s lead, deep even breaths, you could do this.
“So now what?”
“We will work together on choreography, we will have some limited props we can use for the shoot. We’ve allotted for about 30 minutes for the actual shoot time. By Sunday everyone that participated will get an emailed copy of the video and it will be aired before Jared and Jensen come out in the afternoon.”
“I hate you a little bit for coming up with that idea.” Briana stared at you for a long minute.
“I know honey.” You patted her leg, “If you want to be in the video you can.”
“Yea!”
“Hey! I want to be in the video!” Alaina looked over the top of the chair.
“Yeah, I want in on this too.” Kim stood up and looked between you and Briana, “What’s going on?”
“Y/N’s Video Vanity.”
“What song won?” Kim asked.
“’Wannabe’.”
Nodding her head, Kim looked around, this time a little more cautiously, “I’m in.”
“Hell yeah, that’s my wife!” Briana squealed.
Taking a deep breath you smiled, trying to relax but still unsettled. Was it even wise to be dancing if you were pregnant? Looking across the aisle you caught Richard looking at you, a concerned frown on his face. Nodding at him, you tried to reassure him as best you could with a soft smile. You hoped that he’d buy your bullshit cover for the moment, at least until you knew if there was anything to be covering for.