*Caroline's Point of View. One week later*

I grab my script, my phone, and my headphones; plugging them in. Today is the day of the audition, and I'm super nervous!! I turn on my music, and Rodger Rabbit, by Sleeping with Sirens, comes on, making me dance down the stairs, grabbing the attention of Miss. Smith, "Where do you think you're going?" She asks, her southern accent drawling out.

I shrug, "Going on a walk, and studying some of Mr. Wolfe's play script. I'll probably be out for about an hour," I lie, smirking.

"Fine. Don't draw any attention to yourself though, dear. Wouldn't want anyone to adopt my favorite child," She smirks, and stalks off.

I frown, and exit the orphanage; Carry On My Wayward Son coming on, making me slightly smile.

I start humming the lyrics, when I finally reach the CW building for the second time in a week. I feel that familiar nervousness return in the pit of my gut, but I shake it off, and pay attention to the song, "Carry On My Wayward Son. Carry on, Caroline. You've got this. You've got this..."

I push the doors open, and I admire the room again. This time however, it's more filled up. There are about 5 other kids my age, three older men, and about two babies. I gulp, and head to the front desk, "Hello? I'm here for auditions. My name is Caroline Garrison."

The lady looks up, and nods, "Ok, Miss. Garrison. Take a seat beside Miss. Way. She's the one that's reading the Harry Potter book."

I nod, and sit beside the girl that has her nose stuck in the book, "Hello," she whispers, not looking away from the pages.

"Harry Potter huh? You've got great taste. Which book's your favorite?" I ask, starting conversation, and trying to make things less awkward.

She finally looks away from the book, and smiles, "I really enjoyed Prisoner of Azkaban, but Chamber of Secrets was pretty good as well."

I turn and face her, "My favorite would have to be Half-Blood Prince. I don't really like the beginning of it though..."

She smiles and giggles, "My name's Bandit Way. What about yours?"

I hold out my hand, and she shakes it eagerly, "The name's Caroline Garrison. My house is Gryffindor."

"I could tell. You seem like that type of person. I, however, as Slytherin," Bandit replies, looking at me with pride.

I smile, "I guess every house has its stereotypes."

Bandit nods, "As always, us Slytherins are always thought as evil, and to ambitions for their own good. I don't think I'm like that at all. I study like a Ravenclaw, I am as friendly as a Hufflepuff, and I'm as loyal as a Gryffindor."

"I guess you carry the whole package then," I reply, smirking.

"Bandit Way. We are ready for you," a man says, poking his head through the door frame.

"Good luck, Bandit," I say, smiling.

~~~~~~

About 5 minutes later, Bandit returns, blushing and smiling, "You're gonna love it, Caroline! Jared, Jensen, and Misha are in there! They called me lovely!"

I smile, and start getting nervous again, "Give me your number, ya hoe," I say.

Bandit laughs, and nods, "Of course. Couldn't imagine me leaving here without it. And, my dad won't be here until 30 minutes from now, so I'm gonna wait until you're done."

I silently thank her, and sink back into the leather chair, "Were they scary?" I ask, silently.

"Who? The golden trio? Obviously. But, after a little bit, we started joking around a little bit, and the audition really just became a huge joke," Bandit replies, looking at the door, longing to return to the actors.

I nod, understanding what she meant, "Caroline Garrison. We're ready for you now," the same man from before says.

Bandit smiles as I stand up, and shakily walk towards the now terrifying door. I shut off my music, and start thinking about my advice, "Carry On, Caroline. Carry On..."

The guy looks at me weirdly, and I dismiss him with a wave, "Just extra motivation."

He chuckles, and nods, "Understandable. Alright kid, good luck."

He opens the door, and right in front of me are my idols, my friends that don't know me, but I consider them friends. Right in front of me, is Jensen Ackles, Jared Padaleki, and Misha Collins.

"Hi, sweetheart. Come on in," Jensen says kindly, and motioning towards a chair in front of the three men.

I nod, still in awe, and still not being able to reply. I shakily walk over to the chair, and sit down, "Hello. What's your name?" Misha asks.

"I'm C-Caroline Gar-Garrison," I manage to whimper out, making the three men laugh.

"Well, C-Caroline Gar-Garrison," Misha says, mocking my obvious stutter, "I'm Misha Collins, that knuckle head over there is Jared Padaleki, and this hot piece of ass is Jensen Ackles," Misha winks, and in my head, I'm fangirling like an insane person.

"I-I know," I reply, blushing.

Jensen smirks, "Misha, stop teasing her. You're making her blush," this statement makes me blush even more.

Jared finally talks, "I'm sorry about these two idiots. Before we start your audition, we need to know some background information on you."

"There's not a lot to tell," I reply, looking at my lap, trying to make the blush die down.

Jared leans over the table, and smirks, "I highly doubt that."

I shrug, "Well, I can play 4 instruments; guitar, trumpet, piano, and bass. I've been singing for 6 years, and I play competitive soccer. I want to be an actor, but if it doesn't work out in the end, I wanna be a language teacher, and then try to write some books," I say, earning approving head nods from the boys.

"Can you play us something on guitar right now?" Jensen asks, pulling a guitar out from the closet.

I nod, now very nervous, "What should I play?" I ask.

"Do you know any classic rock?" Jensen asks.

I nod, "Carry on my Wayward Son. Is that ok?"

The boys nod, and I start playing Carry On My Wayward Son; acoustic style. They were staring at me the entire time, taken aback at my skill at singing and guitar playing.

"Damn girl," Misha concludes, and I set Jensen's guitar onto the table, "If we didn't have limited time, I'd want you to play something else."

I blush, and silently thank him. Jared claps, and stands up, "That was actually very good, but as Misha has said, we don't have much time, so I hope you've studied your script."

"Of course," I reply, pulling it out of my small backpack, "Where should we start?" I ask, flipping through the script book.

"Scene 17, part 1," Jensen says, flipping to the part.

I flip there as well, and smile. I'm about to act out a Supernatural scene with the cast themselves!!