His sweet girlfriend had planned everything.

Today they're filming the episode of Supernatural where Dean and Sam arrive in parallel universes—including the one where they play Jensen and Jared. Real life.

The preparation had taken weeks to set up, with the approval of management, assistants, and the actors present—except Jensen, of course. He couldn’t know. You were totally excited, and understandably so. Ever since you learned about your pregnancy, all you wanted to do was share it with your boyfriend. And you're sure you've found the best way to make the moment special and perfect.

The scenes unfold as planned. They discover real life, act surprised and amazed, before somehow managing to find your house—your and Jensen's house.

They enter the room, Jensen looking around, immersed in Dean's character. Normally, from what he knows, the rest of the scene is supposed to go smoothly : Dean discovers you, you two hug (him awkwardly), you kiss him and explain that you're happy to see him. Then he has to flash a smile in Jared's direction—which means "I've won in this life"—and then find an excuse to leave. Simple, quick, and effective.

But you had something else planned.

When he sees you arrive, dressed in your pajamas, arms outstretched, he can't help but smile. A smile he immediately erases with a confused expression to stay in character. You hug him, he clumsily pats your back. But just as you're supposed to kiss him, you take a step back. Now, he’s genuinely confused.

He watches in silence as you pull a pregnancy test out of your pocket and hold it out to him, your hands trembling slightly, eyes shining with a few tears barely holding back. He can't help but break down. His hands tremble even more as he takes the test, running his thumb over the two red lines. His breath catches in his throat, tears slowly trickling down his cheeks to wet the floor. He takes a shaky breath, his eyes flicking up to look at your stomach, before stopping at your eyes.

"Is this true?" he whispers, and when you nod, he completely breaks down. Slowly and carefully, he lowers himself to his knees, his eyes still boring into yours. His hands slowly, reverently settle on the side of your stomach, the pregnancy test now remaining on the floor. The crew, the shoot, Jared beside him, all are forgotten. There's only you in his mind, in his eyes, in his heart.

Lying his head against your stomach, he lifts the fabric slightly to see your skin and places a soft kiss there—too soft, as if he's afraid of breaking you with it. "That's the best news you could give me, sweetheart," he whispers quietly, looking up again to look at your face.