"I can't do that!!!!" I whine at my assistant, as he informs me about Dean and Roxy's steamy, heated kiss.

"Why not? It's just a 20 second kiss, some touching and done. Not the end of the world." He chuckles. I recently have been given an assistant named Thomas. He's super sweet, really funny, and really gay......I'm serious really gay. Him and his husband are goals honestly, but I've gotten to know him pretty well these past couple days.

"It's not just any kiss it's a kiss with Jensen, remember the story I told you?" I grumble rubbing my forehead as I pace back and forth in my trailer.

"Girl breathe. Your okay. If you can work with the man every single day and not take him where you stand.....your good." He chuckles. I roll my eyes, chuckling slightly. There's a knock at the trailer and a set director pops their head in.

"Hey were on in 10!" He smiles before leaving. I groan and grab my jacket that's part of my costume and stomp out of my trailer, Thomas laughing behind me.

I arrive at set, seeing the familiar set that's Dean's bedroom in the bunker and I let out a heavy sigh.

"Nervous?" I hear someone ask from behind me. I turn and see it's Jensen in his Dean outfit, not looking too thrilled either.

"Nervous isn't quite the word I would use." I chuckle awkwardly. He nods and gives me a small smile before taking a shaky breath.

"You still hate me?" He asks all of a sudden.

"I don't hate you Jensen it's just.........bad timing......" I smile weakly, wanting to just tell him what I knew but it wasn't the place nor time.

"ALRIGHT ROXY AND DEAN ON SET!!!" Mark shouts. We both jump slightly, and give each other one last look before going onto set. "AND 3 2 1 ACTION!!"

"What the hell is wrong with you!?!" I scream at Dean, following him into his bedroom. I slam the door behind me and he turns to face me, his face showing his anger.

"What you did out there was stupid!!!" He screams back at me, pointing his finger.

"Like you don't do stupid crap Winchester?!?!? What I did got the job done!!!" I snap, pushing his finger out of my face.

"Getting the job done doesn't mean having to get yourself killed!!!" He snaps back, stepping closer to me.

"You shouldn't be talking Dean!!! Besides not like it'd matter I'm just dead weight to you and Sammy anyways!!!" I snap, stepping forward as well.

"Don't say that." He growls, his voice low and his eyes becoming slightly darker.

"Why? It's the truth Dean." I shrug angrily, backing away. I turn to leave but Dean grabs my arm forcing me to turn around and pushes me up against the door. His lips crash onto mine as his tightly grips my hips. I grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him against me and kiss him back with the same amount of force.

He doesn't pull away as his hands travel to the back of my thighs, and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me towards his bed. He places me on the bed, pushing my jacket off and tosses it onto the floor. I pull his flannel down and he tosses that along side my jacket before he pushes me back into the bed.

"AND CUT!!! GOOD JOB GUYS WE'LL TAKE 20!!!" I hear Mark shout. I pull my face away from Jensen's and finally open my eyes. His face was just as red as mine, and he was still hovering over me. I want to crash my lips back onto his and keep going, but I knew it was wrong. I cleared my throat and he did as well before climbing off me.

"G-Good job." I smile tightly while grabbing my jacket off the ground.

"Y-Yeah you too." He smiles back, watching me as I grab my jacket. I quickly walk off set towards Thomas who has the biggest grin on his face, holding out a water bottle for me.

"Told you, you could do it." He comments.

"Hush up." I hiss, taking my water bottle and chugging it.

Since we didn't have to re-do that shot, thank god, we walk to the lunch tent, make ourselves a plate and take a seat with Jared and Misha.

"Howdy." I smile taking a seat next to Misha.

"Hey how'd the scene go?" Jared asks, smiling widely. I throw a grape at him causing him to laugh like a little school boy.

"Let's not talk about it." I grumble. Misha laughs and wraps his arm around my neck.

"She's blushing!!!!" Misha shouts. I cover my face as they laugh at my reaction.

"Ha ha very funny." I grumble.

"What's so funny?" Jensen asks approaching the table and takes a seat.

"Y/n got asked out on a date!" Thomas suddenly says. My eyes widen and I attempt to kick him underneath the table but miss.

"Yep, on Friday! He was pretty steamy." Misha chimes in. I slap his leg but all he does is smile like a goof.

"Oh really?...With who?" Jensen asks arching his brow.

"Oh uh this guy named....Tyler." I respond, sipping my coffee.

"Tyler is daddy material." Thomas says making me choke and cough on my coffee.

"Thomas!!!" I laugh, while Jensen looks confused.

"Yeah you should've seen y/n last night with Tyler when we went to the bar.....I didn't see her after awhile." Misha comments elbowing me playfully. I can feel my cheeks turn red as I shake my head.

"Okay first off nothing happened I haven't even met this Tyler and second no one is daddy material in my book." I laugh, taking a bite out of my bagel.

"That's a lie." Thomas mumbles. I narrow my brow and give him the death glare while Jared turns in his seat to look directly at Thomas.

"Do tell us, who is y/n's daddy worthy guy?" Jared asks. I attempt to slap him across the table but he moves and laughs at my attempt.

"Je-"Thomas begins but I stand up.

"I have to go pee, I mean read......read my next script." I announce, clearing my throat. Misha covers his mouth to hide his giggles while Jared falls out of his seat from laughing to hard. Jensen is just looking at me, a smile plastered on his face because he already knew the answer before Thomas said it....I grab my plate, throw it away and walk as fast as I can towards my trailer. God damnit Thomas.

Thankfully, I was done filming for the day. After returning my costume to wardrobe, I begin to walk to my car ready for a nap. As I'm walking to my car, I feel my phone vibrate and pull it out of my pocket to see Jensen is calling me. I take a deep breath before pressing accept.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Where are you?" Jensen asks.

"On my way to the parking lot." I inform him.

"Can you possibly come to my trailer?" Jensen asks.

"Sure." I sigh, and turn around heading back towards his trailer.

"Thank you so much!" He cheers. I hang up and make my way towards his trailer. I wanted to go home and nap....maybe he has food or coffee.

I approach Jensen's trailer and knock, before hearing him shout come in. I open the door and climb in to see Jensen sitting on a sofa.

"Hey what's up?" I smile awkwardly, taking a seat on the sofa across from him.

"So daddy material huh?" He chuckles. My cheeks heat up and I place my face in my hands.

"Thomas was just joking." I mumble.

"Sure He was." Jensen continues to chuckle.

"Is that all you called me here for?" I ask rolling my eyes, as I remove my hands from my face.

"No....I just wanted to talk......we haven't really talked since.....well you know and I miss talking to you." He shrugs, his eyes showing how upset he genuinely was.

"Well what would you like to talk about?" I sigh, sitting back into the couch getting comfy.

"How have you been? Anything new?" He asks me, getting up and taking a seat right next to me on the couch.

"I'm considering on getting a puppy." I inform him. Which wasn't a lie, Gen mentioned it and I've been really considering it more and more.

"That's awesome, boy or girl?" He asks.

"Boy hopefully." I smile.

"Awe I bet he's gonna be adorable like his mommy." He smiles pinching my cheek. I blush and chuckle shaking my head.

"Yeah......so hows Daneel and JJ." I ask, clearing my throat slightly.

"Uh good. I love having JJ around more....Daneel and I are still working some stuff out." Jensen responds. I could tell talking about her made him upset......more contained and less like himself.

"You still filming tonight?" I ask.

"No actually I was going to probably go home and work out since JJ and Daneel are back in Texas." Jensen responds. I stand up and hold out my hand.

"Come on, lets go to dinner." I smile. He smiles and accepts my hand, standing up along with me.

"Where too?"He asks, grabbing his phone, wallet and jacket.

"You like Italian?"