They’re Better Than You Are P.2 (Rob Benedict x Reader)
A/N: I didn’t mean for this to turn into three parts but here we are.
Summary: You and Rob are married, but you’re going through a really rough patch. You play Metatron on Supernatural, (female Metatron), and the time has come for the two of you to film “Don’t Call Me Shurley”.
Warning: Angst, Fighting, Emotional Hurt, Fluff
I looked down at the opened package in my hand.
“God dammit.” I said, slamming my fist against the kitchen counter. I’m an idiot, a God damn idiot. I pulled out the schedule in the package, along with the given plane ticket. Thank God I was scheduled to fly out tomorrow.
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“Rob Benedict! How are you doing man?” said Bob Singer, reaching out to shake my hand.
“Bob Singer, doing just fine. Honored to be back, sir.” I said, shaking his hand. I glanced over his head, trying to see if Y/N was on set yet. It had been almost two days and I still haven’t heard from her.
“Okay, so you’re gonna sit in this booth here, and Y/N’s gonna come around from here to start the scene.” said Bob. I looked down at my “costume”, a white and green t-shirt, jacket, and jeans. I nodded, showing I understood.
“You don’t happen to know where Y/N is, do you.” I asked.
“Oh, I would imagine you haven’t seen her yet today. She’s been filming a scene in a dumpster for most of the day, but she’s on her way back now to start filming here.” said Bob, walking behind the camera moderator to finish setting things up.
I sat down in the booth of the bar, not really sure what to do for the time being.
“Okay, Bob, this dog is quite literally the best dog I have ever worked with on a set before, and that’s saying something.”
I turned around at the sound of Y/N’s voice, seeing her walk in carrying the small dog that was a part of this episode.
“Good he’s being a good dog, Y/N.” said Singer, laughing a bit.
“Ready to shoot?” Y/N nodded, looking around the set, eyes falling on me. The second they did, I could see the light just leave.
I’ve really messed it up this time.
“Okay guys, we’re gonna start with the scene with Metatron flying back through the doors. I want to get the stunt out of the way first. Y/N, you good to get hooked up with the wires?” My eyes went wide.
“Holdup, since when do you do your own stunts?” I asked, getting up from the seat and walking towards the two of them.
Bob looked at me, confused. “What are you talking about, Rob? She’s been doing her own stunts the entire season.” I looked at my wife, surprised she would keep that from me.
I guess Bob could feel the tension.
“Um… I’m gonna get the harness set up correctly.”
“If you think you have the right to get me to stop doing stunts, you can shut it, Benedict.”
“Y/N, please I just want to talk-.”
“Rob, you lost that right a long time ago.”
“Okay! We’re ready!” said Bob.
I sighed, turning around to get on my mark as she got hooked up to the harness. It was gonna be a long day, I could tell now.
“Ready guys?” asked Bob, getting into his director’s chair. Y/N and I both nodded.
“-think we’re finally getting somewhere.” I said, getting into Chuck immediately after 6 years of not playing him.
“You started writing the second she came back, didn’t you?” This was the first time, obviously, that Y/N and I have ever acted together. I stuffed my hands in my pocket as Chuck, ready to keep going.
“No wonder you’re on a deadline! Now I understand why you’re masquerading in that sad, little meat suit! For the same reason you created this nostalgic bar to write your masterpiece in- you’re hiding!”
“Okay. First of all, this gift-.” I pointed at my face. “Is super cute. Secondly, I’m not hiding. I just like the ambiance in here.”
“You said… the safest place ever created. Created by you… to keep safe from Amara! She can’t touch you in here, can she?!”
“You’re upset. I-I understand. And it’s good to let it out.” I turned around, walking back to the booth like it said in the script, but my eyes went wide, realizing just how big the parallels are in this script, comparing it to our own life.
“But, uh, let’s focus on, uh, finishing my book.” I clapped my hands, pretending to type on the computer. I knew the next line coming, and I knew how much Y/N was actually going to mean it.
“You know, I was a crappy, terrible god. My work was pretty much a lame, half-assed rewrite of your greatest hits. But at least I was never a coward!”
I pulled myself together, ready to watch her being flown back through doors. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to hurt her, real or fake. I didn’t want to fight anymore.
But I also needed to do my job.
I stood up, turning around to face her, making myself look as furious as I could possibly look in this situation. As soon as I faced her, she flew back, flying out the door. Knowing the camera was on her, I closed my eyes, just trying to keep it in character. She walked back in.
“There he is. That’s the guy I know, the guy I love. I remember the first time I saw you. All the angels were terrified, but I wasn’t. The feeling of your light was… was just beyond measure. And then the unthinkable. You picked me to help you with your tablets.”
“You were just the closet angel to the door when I walked into the room. There’s nothing special about you, Metatron. Not then… not now. Now… I’ve been called many things- absentee father, wrathful monster. But, coward… I am not hiding. I am just done watching my experiments’ failures.”
“You mean your failures, Chuck?”
How did Robbie Thompson write something so close to our lives right now? I sighed.
“You want to watch? Be my guest.” I turned, gesturing to a set of TVs that weren’t there yet.
I let go of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, leaning down against my knees. I turned to look Y/N, just to see she was in the same stance as I was. At least I know she was feeling the same as I was.
“Good job guys, excellent really. Just give us a minute to set up the different camera angles, alright?” I nodded at Bob, turning towards Y/N.
“Y/N, look, please we need to talk. What can I do to get us that far at least-.” She held her hand up, cutting me off.
“Not now. Please, just let me concentrate on working today. I can’t handle anything else. Please.” I nodded slowly, backing down.
A long day it was gonna be indeed.
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“Ready guys? Second to last scene of the day before we continue tomorrow.” said Bob, again in his director chair.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” said Y/N. We’d been on set for hours, yet she’d been able to ignore me all day.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” I said, facing her and the computer they had set up in front of me. We were both sitting in the booth of a bar, ready to film Y/N’s big scene towards me.
“You know, you really are a terrific editor, Metatron.”
Y/N chuckled, chuckling in character. “Well, I was a terrible writer. A worse god. It’s good I’ve got something good for me.”
“Yeah, you know. I have to say, I didn’t see the whole evil-turn thing coming.”
“Why did you try to be me?” I said, keeping the scene going as Chuck.
“That was just a sad, pathetic cry for attention.”
“Whose attention were you trying to get?”
My jaw dropped, but my jaw dropped as Rob Benedict, not Chuck Shurley. Her words, the words she said to me before leaving for Vancouver replayed in my head.
“You know what Rob? I’m done trying to get your attention.”
Y/N went on with her monologue.
“You are light… and beauty. Creation.”
I leaned back in my chair.
“Wrath. Damnation and Salvation.” All of a sudden, tears started escaping her eyes. It wasn’t written in the script for Metatron to cry, not written at all.
“And I don’t care if I was just the angel nearest the door.” Y/N’s voice cracked as she went on.
“You picked me. Your light shined on me- Me! Oh, and the warmth. But then you left me. You left all of us.”
I forcefully tried to hold my own tears in as her words from before kept replaying in my head.
“-but you better open your eyes and realize you need to be here to fix it.”
“It wasn’t just the saps who were praying to you. The angels prayed, too. And so did I- every day.”
“I know.” I know now. I know how long she had been fighting for us. I know how long I hadn’t been answering.
“You want to sell the best-selling autobiography of all time? You explain to me- Tell me why you abandoned me. Us.”
I didn’t want to say my next line. I’ve never hated myself more than I do in this very moment.
“Because you disappointed me. You all disappointed me.”
“Then why do I feel like such a disappointment?” I was there to hear it. I was there to hear her words to Matt. But she didn’t know that.
All of a sudden, Y/N stood up, advancing towards me to say her next line. Another thing that wasn’t written in the script. She was sobbing by now, but holding it back just enough to keep going on with the scene. The tears flew down her face.
“No, look. I know I’m a disappointment, but you’re wrong about humanity. They are your greatest creation because they’re better than you are.”
I bit the inside of my lip, trying to keep myself from crying too. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought. Y/N kept going; I could tell we both just wanted this scene to be done.
“Yeah, sure, they’re weak and they cheat and steal and… destroy and disappoint. But they also give and create and they sing and dance and love. And above all, they never give up! But, you do.”
“I’m done dealing with the fact that you’ve given up.”
My face fell, but the cameras were still rolling. The tears kept rolling down her face, but I put the glasses back on, cleared my throat, and turned back to the computer.
“Holy shit.” I said out loud. It was the best acting performance she had ever given. I turned and looked at the crew behind the cameras; their jaws were dropped just like mine was. I turned back to look at my wife.
She had broken down completely. Y/N sat there, her head in her hands, sobbing her eyes out. I just couldn’t believe I had done this to her.
Bob Singer took one look.
“Y/N, do you need a minute before the next scene? I think we can be done with this one now.”
Y/N nodded, jumping up and walking away, I’m assuming to her trailer. I stood up behind her to follow.
