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Safe Between Scenes - Part Two

Summary: Fourteen-year-old Barrett joins the cast of Supernatural to play Dean Winchester’s son—a storyline no one expected, especially not Jensen Ackles. Known for keeping a professional distance from younger actors, Jensen is surprised when Barrett, with his sharp wit and effortless talent, breaks through that wall with ease. What starts as a strong on-screen dynamic turns into a quiet bond behind the scenes. But when Barrett suddenly vanishes from set without warning, Jensen realizes there’s more to the teen’s life than anyone knew. As filming moves forward, Jensen can’t shake the feeling that Barrett might need someone to step in—someone to care.

Chapter Two: “No Complaints at the End of the Day”

Two seasons in, and Supernatural felt different than it used to.

The fans had embraced the new storyline—Dean Winchester discovering he had a teenage son he never knew about. At first, there had been the usual internet skepticism. But then Barrett showed up on screen with that dry smirk and eyes too old for his age, and suddenly people didn’t just accept it—they loved it.

And off-camera? Barrett and Jensen had become a package deal.

They had a running competition to see who could take the most unflattering behind-the-scenes photo of the other. Jensen had a collection titled Barrett Caught Mid-Yawn, and Barrett had an entire folder labeled Jensen Blinking Like a Grandpa. Jared had once walked into the makeup trailer and found them both doubled over laughing, tears in their eyes, while a very blurry photo of Jensen holding a breakfast burrito was zoomed in at maximum on Barrett’s phone.

“I swear to God, why do I look 97 in that one?” Jensen groaned.

“You always look 97 when you eat carbs,” Barrett had replied, grinning.

It was easy, being around Barrett. The kid was funny without trying, sarcastic without being mean, and despite the fact that he’d been through more heavy scripts than most actors his age, he carried it all like water off a duck’s back.

But there were things that never quite added up.

Barrett never stuck around after wrap. While the rest of the cast might linger to chat, grab dinner, or go over lines for the next day, Barrett was already gone. One second he was fist-bumping a camera operator or teasing a sound tech, and the next? Vanished.

No one ever came to set with him. No guardian in the green room. No mom with a clipboard. No dad reading scripts. No publicist hovering nearby.

People noticed, sure, but Hollywood had taught them not to ask questions they didn’t want awkward answers to. Most assumed his guardian must just be low-key, or maybe Barrett was emancipated—some child actors were.

But Jensen… he did ask. Once.

It was late, months ago. They’d been shooting late-night scenes, and the sky was navy blue by the time they called it. Jensen and Barrett had both hung around longer than usual, sitting on the tailgate of a prop truck eating vending machine pretzels.

Jensen had said it carefully, not wanting to spook the kid. “You ever get tired of this? Late nights, weird hours? You’ve got anyone making sure you’re not burning out?”

Barrett had taken another bite of his pretzel, then glanced sideways at him. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve got no complaints at the end of the day.”

It hadn’t sounded defensive.

It had sounded final.

And Jensen—who’d always been good at reading people, even when they weren’t acting—knew better than to push after that.

Still, it stuck with him. That answer.

No complaints at the end of the day.

Sometimes Jensen noticed little things. Like how Barrett never had new shoes—always the same black sneakers with the sole separating a little near the toe. Or how he always carried the same backpack, faded and patched, even when everyone else had switched to cast gift duffels. Or how he never took food from the catered spreads on set. He’d grab a granola bar and call it good.

But Barrett showed up every day on time. He knew his lines. He lit up every scene. He laughed when he was supposed to. He made the crew smile.

So Jensen left it alone.

Still, sometimes when they were in the middle of a take—Dean lecturing his son about loyalty, about family, about sticking together no matter what—he’d look across at Barrett, and for half a second, the lines would blur.

Because maybe Dean wasn’t the only one who wanted to keep a kid safe.

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Safe Between Scenes

Summary: Fourteen-year-old Barrett joins the cast of Supernatural to play Dean Winchester’s son—a storyline no one expected, especially not Jensen Ackles. Known for keeping a professional distance from younger actors, Jensen is surprised when Barrett, with his sharp wit and effortless talent, breaks through that wall with ease. What starts as a strong on-screen dynamic turns into a quiet bond behind the scenes. But when Barrett suddenly vanishes from set without warning, Jensen realizes there’s more to the teen’s life than anyone knew. As filming moves forward, Jensen can’t shake the feeling that Barrett might need someone to step in—someone to care.

Chapter One - “Nice to Meet You, Mr. Winchester”

Barrett Jameson had been on plenty of sets before, but none like this.

This one had salt rounds, fake EMF readers, and a 1967 Chevy Impala parked just off camera like it was waiting to leap into a car chase at any moment. The smell of old leather and fresh coffee lingered in the air, and the crew moved like clockwork—tight, focused, and fast. It wasn’t chaotic, but it was definitely buzzing.

He’d only just turned fourteen, but Barrett walked onto the Supernatural set like he’d been born under stage lights. Hoodie sleeves pushed up, jeans a little too long, and sneakers with worn soles—he didn’t exactly look like a rising star. But the confidence? That was unmistakable.

“Barrett Jameson?” someone asked, clipboard in hand.

“Present,” Barrett grinned, lifting a hand like he was in homeroom.

The PA smiled and motioned him toward the wardrobe trailer. “They’re ready for you inside. Dean Winchester’s long-lost kid’s gotta look the part.”

Barrett gave a casual salute and walked off in that laid-back, I-got-this kind of way that most actors twice his age couldn’t fake if they tried.

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Jensen Ackles leaned against the back of his chair, arms folded, coffee cooling in his hand. He hadn’t said much in the casting meetings. Honestly, he hadn’t expected much. Kid actors came and went—some were good, some were awkward, and a few were so overwhelmed by nerves that they could barely get through a scene without forgetting their lines or blinking at the camera like deer in headlights.

He didn’t have anything against them, not really. He just… didn’t bond with them. Not the way Jared did, who somehow always had gummy bears in his pocket and could talk to a six-year-old like he’d known them since kindergarten. Jensen usually kept his head down, did the work, and left the parenting-style relationships to someone else.

So when they pitched the storyline—Dean Winchester has a kid—Jensen had raised a brow. Not out loud, of course. But internally? Seriously? Dean? A dad?

“Just meet him,” the director had said. “Barrett’s solid. Not one of those over-rehearsed Disney types. He’s sharp.”

And now here Jensen stood, leaning against a wall near the set of the motel room they’d be filming in, watching as the kid made his entrance.

Barrett had just come out of wardrobe in a flannel shirt that looked like it had been lifted from Dean’s closet. He looked around, taking everything in—props, lighting rigs, cables underfoot—and then walked straight up to Jensen without even a stutter in his step.

“You’re Jensen,” he said.

“That’s what it says on my paycheck,” Jensen replied, raising a brow.

“I’m Barrett.” The kid held out his hand, firm and confident. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Winchester.”

Jensen blinked. Then he smiled. “Oh, you’re one of those kids.”

Barrett grinned. “You mean polite and charming? Yeah. Sorry in advance.”

That was the first time Jensen laughed that day.

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They ran through the first scene without cameras rolling. Blocking. Light checks. Barrett hit his mark every time, remembered his lines, and when the director gave notes, he nodded and adjusted without getting flustered.

Jensen caught himself watching more than once.

The kid wasn’t just good. He belonged.

After a take where Barrett had to deliver a particularly emotional line—“You left, and you didn’t even know I existed”—the silence afterward was thicker than usual. No one yelled cut. No one even moved.

Then Jensen finally said, “Well, damn, kid.”

Barrett blinked, then smirked. “Was that… Dean Winchester-approved?”

Jensen laughed again. “Yeah. You’ll do just fine.”

And just like that, something shifted.

Because Jensen Ackles had never been one to bond with the kid actors he worked with.

But Barrett wasn’t just some kid. He was the kind that made you forget you were acting. The kind that made you care.

And maybe, Dean Winchester having a kid wasn’t going to be such a stretch after all.

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Safe Between Scenes

Summary: Fourteen-year-old Barrett joins the cast of Supernatural to play Dean Winchester’s son—a storyline no one expected, especially not Jensen Ackles. Known for keeping a professional distance from younger actors, Jensen is surprised when Barrett, with his sharp wit and effortless talent, breaks through that wall with ease. What starts as a strong on-screen dynamic turns into a quiet bond behind the scenes. But when Barrett suddenly vanishes from set without warning, Jensen realizes there’s more to the teen’s life than anyone knew. As filming moves forward, Jensen can’t shake the feeling that Barrett might need someone to step in—someone to care.

Chapter One - “Nice to Meet You, Mr. Winchester”

Barrett Jameson had been on plenty of sets before, but none like this.

This one had salt rounds, fake EMF readers, and a 1967 Chevy Impala parked just off camera like it was waiting to leap into a car chase at any moment. The smell of old leather and fresh coffee lingered in the air, and the crew moved like clockwork—tight, focused, and fast. It wasn’t chaotic, but it was definitely buzzing.

He’d only just turned fourteen, but Barrett walked onto the Supernatural set like he’d been born under stage lights. Hoodie sleeves pushed up, jeans a little too long, and sneakers with worn soles—he didn’t exactly look like a rising star. But the confidence? That was unmistakable.

“Barrett Jameson?” someone asked, clipboard in hand.

“Present,” Barrett grinned, lifting a hand like he was in homeroom.

The PA smiled and motioned him toward the wardrobe trailer. “They’re ready for you inside. Dean Winchester’s long-lost kid’s gotta look the part.”

Barrett gave a casual salute and walked off in that laid-back, I-got-this kind of way that most actors twice his age couldn’t fake if they tried.

⸻

Jensen Ackles leaned against the back of his chair, arms folded, coffee cooling in his hand. He hadn’t said much in the casting meetings. Honestly, he hadn’t expected much. Kid actors came and went—some were good, some were awkward, and a few were so overwhelmed by nerves that they could barely get through a scene without forgetting their lines or blinking at the camera like deer in headlights.

He didn’t have anything against them, not really. He just… didn’t bond with them. Not the way Jared did, who somehow always had gummy bears in his pocket and could talk to a six-year-old like he’d known them since kindergarten. Jensen usually kept his head down, did the work, and left the parenting-style relationships to someone else.

So when they pitched the storyline—Dean Winchester has a kid—Jensen had raised a brow. Not out loud, of course. But internally? Seriously? Dean? A dad?

“Just meet him,” the director had said. “Barrett’s solid. Not one of those over-rehearsed Disney types. He’s sharp.”

And now here Jensen stood, leaning against a wall near the set of the motel room they’d be filming in, watching as the kid made his entrance.

Barrett had just come out of wardrobe in a flannel shirt that looked like it had been lifted from Dean’s closet. He looked around, taking everything in—props, lighting rigs, cables underfoot—and then walked straight up to Jensen without even a stutter in his step.

“You’re Jensen,” he said.

“That’s what it says on my paycheck,” Jensen replied, raising a brow.

“I’m Barrett.” The kid held out his hand, firm and confident. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Winchester.”

Jensen blinked. Then he smiled. “Oh, you’re one of those kids.”

Barrett grinned. “You mean polite and charming? Yeah. Sorry in advance.”

That was the first time Jensen laughed that day.

⸻

They ran through the first scene without cameras rolling. Blocking. Light checks. Barrett hit his mark every time, remembered his lines, and when the director gave notes, he nodded and adjusted without getting flustered.

Jensen caught himself watching more than once.

The kid wasn’t just good. He belonged.

After a take where Barrett had to deliver a particularly emotional line—“You left, and you didn’t even know I existed”—the silence afterward was thicker than usual. No one yelled cut. No one even moved.

Then Jensen finally said, “Well, damn, kid.”

Barrett blinked, then smirked. “Was that… Dean Winchester-approved?”

Jensen laughed again. “Yeah. You’ll do just fine.”

And just like that, something shifted.

Because Jensen Ackles had never been one to bond with the kid actors he worked with.

But Barrett wasn’t just some kid. He was the kind that made you forget you were acting. The kind that made you care.

And maybe, Dean Winchester having a kid wasn’t going to be such a stretch after all.

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y'all In The Heights was just casually on tv and not gonna lie it made my entire night!

for the uninitiated. I am a theatre kid. I've been seeing shows since I was very little and have seen 21 shows so far in my lifetime. and I am very picky about musical movies (seriously most of them suck and no I won't take constructive criticism)

but In The Heights is genuinely one of the best musical movies ever made and it truly reminds me of why I love musicals so much. yes, changes were made to the movie but honestly, some of them truly benefited the movie. the music is stellar (as is most Lin-Manuel Miranda music), the emotional moments hit every time (Alabanza will always get me teary-eyed at the least if not full sobbing), and the cast are all amazing and you could tell they understood their characters well

anyways I'll try not to ramble too much but if you saw Twisters and liked Anthony Ramos as Javi I urge you to try out In The Heights. he's so talented and I just need people to know about In The Heights tbh and if you do know of it/watch it please talk to me about it! I'm always up to chat about things I promise I'm nice :)

(apologies for that theatre kid rant... it's been a while since I've been this excited over a musical and the In The Heights movie is so special to me)

much love <3