Part Tags: teasing, flirting, anxiety, mentions of drug use, misogyny, inappropriate groping, blowjobs, mentions of step father/daughter scenes, jealousy, angst
Part WC: 2250
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“Jesus, you look good in that,” Dean can’t help but tell her as he watches Y/N fuss with the hem of the shorts she’s wearing.
“I do? It’s okay?” she worries, turning herself around to check herself over in the mirror.
Y/N’s makeshift dressing room is some kind of spare bedroom in the large house they’re renting for the shoot. Or maybe it’s someone’s actual home, Dean can’t be sure. Either way it’s ten times bigger than anything Dean’s ever stepped in before, and he can see why so many people decide to get into this kind of industry if this is the sort of money it can make you.
“Sweetheart, if I wasn’t already jealous that some other guy gets you today, then I definitely am now.” Dean makes it no secret that his eyes have dropped to her ass, and Y/N rolls her eyes at him through her reflection, shaking her head.
“You’re such a guy sometimes,” she complains with a soft smirk. But then it fades and she fusses with her shorts once more, clearly not happy with them. “I don’t know, I don’t think Marv will like them,” she stresses.
“Who the fuck is Marv?” Dean asks, feeling insulted on her behalf that this Marv guy could have any kind of issue with how she looks in her outfit.
“The director, so it’s pretty important he’s happy,” she explains. “I have shorter ones but they’re so uncomfortable.”
“Those are fine,” Dean insists, watching her chew down on her bottom lip all the same, her eyes occasionally drifting over to the shorter pair draped on the back of the arm chair.
“If Marv’s not happy then Dick won’t be happy,” she continues to fret, like she’s not even listening to Dean.
“I’ll tell you whose dick is happy,” he tries to tease, just to lighten the mood. But Y/N shoots him a glare that this time isn’t so playful, and Dean realises she’s probably not in the right frame of mind to be cheered up by his juvenile attempts to wind her up. “Who’s Dick, anyway?” he asks next.
“My agent,” she explains briefly.
“Your agent is called Dick?” Dean can’t help but chuckle slightly.
“Yep, and he’s true to his name, so I’d rather not upset him too.”
Dean purses his lips, seeing how genuinely anxious Y/N seems to be to be letting anyone down, and he wonders what the ramifications would be for her if she did. Surely it would be nothing too serious, right? Probably just a slap on the wrist and told to do better? Not that Dean thinks Y/N is doing anything wrong, especially not when she’s only wearing a pair of shorts they might not love. It’s hardly a crime.
A knock at the bedroom door breaks Dean’s thoughts, and someone is already walking in before they can be invited in.
“Marv wants you on set,” Y/N is informed by some guy Dean’s not even seen before. “You’re wearing that?”
“Is it okay?” Y/N chokes out, a shake in her voice.
“That’s up to Marv, I guess,” the guy shrugs. “C’mon, we’re running behind.”
Y/N takes a deep breath as the guy leaves, and she looks in the mirror one last time and tweaks her hair before rummaging in her purse. Dean hears the rustle of some kind of packet, and leans just enough to see her popping two pills out of a packet that Dean doesn’t recognise, grabbing her water and knocking them both back.
“Are you feeling okay?” Dean checks.
Y/N looks over her shoulder, confused for a second and then down at the packet in her hands, before quickly stuffing it back into her purse.
“I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” she forces a smile at him and clears her throat. “C’mon, I don’t want to keep them waiting.”
Dean follows Y/N quietly, still thinking about her taking whatever the hell she just took and why. What the hell is she expecting this guy to do to her? Does she have to be medicated just to do her job? That can’t be healthy. He wants to pry some more, probe her on what they are and why she takes them, but he knows now is not the time, and he doesn’t want to seem like he’s about to lecture her, she seems to be under enough pressure right now as it is.
They get to set quicker than Dean had thought they would, and he stays where she tells him to, watching on silently as she heads towards the camera that’s set up, pointing towards a couch in a grand, large living room.
“There you are,” some older guy grunts. Dean observes the man’s khaki cut offs and the oversized t-shirt that’s doing very little to disguise the obvious beer belly underneath it, the shine on the top of the man’s balding head is almost blinding. “You’re late,” he barks at her. “And you’re wearing that?” he huffs, clearly not impressed.
“I just thought that–”
“I don’t pay you to think, sweetheart, I pay you to fuck.”
“Right, of course, it’s just I’m playing the step-daughter, right? And I figured–”
But once again Y/N is cut off by the same guy. “I’m the director, I do the thinking,” he tells her condescendingly.
“Of course, Marv, I’m sorry,” she relents, offering him a shaky smile.
He huffs another deep breath and reaches out for her, grabbing at her thighs and the hem of her shorts. Y/N instantly looks uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say anything, and Dean doesn’t even notice that he’s clenched his hands into fists until his fingers begin to tingle.
“Can you at least make them shorter?” Marv grunts, fussing with her shorts as he tries to do just that. Suddenly, some other guy is at her side, also doing the same thing, and Y/N lets herself get tugged around as they deal with the supposed issue.
Dean has to fight everything inside him not to go over there and whisk her away, but eventually both of them step back, and begin to talk to one another like she’s not even there.
“It’ll do I guess, we can just make sure she takes them off earlier in the script,” the other guy offers as a solution.
“What panties are you wearing?” Marv barks at her.
“Lace thong like you told me,” she replies, suddenly looking worried that she’s got that wrong too.
“Fine. We can’t waste any more time,” Marv insists. “Go take your place.”
Dean watches as Y/N obediently does what she’s told, making her way over to the couch and climbing onto it, letting some guy approach her to tweak her clothing and hair. From the little Dean knows about normal movie and tv sets, he assumes that usually, these things are taken care of by the make-up artists or stylists or something, not some random guy that seems to be just taking advantage of the free grope. Either way, Y/N doesn’t complain, and she clears her throat and picks up the TV remote beside her, playing with it quietly as she waits.
“Where’s Nick?” Someone calls out, and people start looking around the set, some glancing over at Dean.
“I’m coming,” Dean hears someone call from behind him and turns his head to see some older guy approaching.
He’s not quite as tragic as poor Marv, he’s clearly many years older than Y/N, but he seems well kept. Dean assumes Nick is the other star of this show, especially after Y/N had briefly explained the plot of the scene being one of those classic step father seducing his new step daughter type ones. Apparently, she gets cast for a lot of those because she looks young and innocent enough.
“You,” Nick barks, pointing right at Dean. “I’ll have a double espresso and a blueberry muffin, but make sure it’s gluten free, don’t wanna bloat on camera.”
Dean frowns for a second, before realising the actor’s mistake. “I’m not… urm… I don’t work here.”
“You don’t?” Nick frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, confused by Dean’s comment.
“I’m… I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” he explains.
“Who?”
“Y/N… the urm…” Dean gestures towards her on the couch and Nick looks and his eyes widen.
“Oh, that’s her name,” he nods. “Not worked with her before, but damn been looking forward to it,” he grins at Dean. “Y’know, she’d be a big name if she took some of those things off her limits list.”
Dean’s almost relieved to hear that Y/N even has a limits list, but then is instantly pissed off with this guy for suggesting she compromises on her boundaries for a job that is clearly already sucking the life out of her.
“You should talk to her about that, get her to lighten up,” Nick adds with a smug grin. Dean forces a smile, but doesn’t trust himself to reply verbally, so he just nods his head. “Anyways, anything I should know about your girl? Anything that drives her crazy?” he blinks. Dean’s dumbfounded by the question, so much so he doesn’t even know how to answer. “You know what, dude? Don’t sweat it, I’m sure I’ll figure it out, these sluts are all the same.”
As Nick saunters off towards the set, Dean clenches his jaw. “She’s gonna fake it anyway,” he mutters to himself, glaring at Nick’s back and wishing that he didn’t have to go anywhere near Y/N.
If Dean had been uncomfortable with random men groping Y/N before she even made it on set, or with Nick talking about her the way he did, then he’s even more uncomfortable watching Y/N’s hair wind around Nick’s fist as she kneels at his feet and starts to suck his cock. He’s seen her do this to other men plenty of times before, but it’s so different seeing it on a computer screen as opposed to right there in front of him with his own two eyes. There’s a camera man standing practically directly over them, but Dean also has a second view from the viewing screen that Marv is watching intently. And Dean’s fairly sure Y/N isn’t enjoying it, because he can see from the look in her eyes as she looks up at Nick that it’s not the same expression she’s ever given him. That fills him with a little comfort – at least until he considers the fact that that means that she isn’t enjoying herself.
It’s a bittersweet thought to Dean, that he can’t quite get his head around. In some ways, it’s a good stroke to his ego that she’s clearly not enjoying herself with this guy like she does with him, and it only confirms what she and Sam have been reassuring him that porn is fake, and that at least when she’s with Dean, she’s authentic and it’s real between them. But then on the other side of that coin, it means that she’s putting herself through something so degrading and dehumanising, taking god knows what just to see it through, and she doesn’t even get anything good out of it except an apartment that’s a little nicer than Dean’s. There has to be more to her decision to do this job than just money.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart!” Marv shouts out, and Dean realises that Y/N is pulling away, reaching up to wipe drool from her chin as she coughs and splutters, turning her face away from the camera. “What the fuck is wrong with you today?”
“Sorry,” she chokes out. “I’ll keep going,” she confirms, resettling back into her original position.
As she begins again, Marv groans in exasperation. “At least pretend you’re enjoying yourself!” he shouts out. Y/N grows a little more enthusiastic, but the message clearly hasn’t been delivered to her face, because there’s not even a hint of a smile on her features.
That’s when Marv glances over his shoulder, his eyes falling on Dean, and he pulls another guy to one side and whispers something to him. The guy approaches Dean now, and Dean wonders what the hell is going on as Y/N still tries her best to put on a performance in the background.
“You need to leave.”
“Leave?” Dean frowns. “I’m not doing anything,” he argues.
“You’re putting her off. Get out of here.”
Dean wants to protest some more, glancing over the guy’s shoulder towards Y/N who is concentrating on her work. He doesn’t want to cause any further problems for her, and she definitely isn’t as on the ball as she’s seemed in the movies he’s seen before. Maybe him being here is an issue. But he also doesn’t want to leave her alone with a room of what he can only describe as asshole perverts.
“I should stay,” he concludes.
“You should go, or you’ll be taking your girlfriend with you. Marv is losing his patience with her.”
Dean takes a deep breath. He doesn’t want to be the reason she loses her job. With one last glance in her direction to be sure she’ll be okay, he clenches his jaw and turns on his heels, already worried he’s making a mistake.
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