Watching your boyfriend direct was meant to be fun, it turned out to be downright distracting.

You forgot how much Jensen tended to be all work no play while directing. You were going through the motions as a practiced actor, when he would tell you to alter your inflection. You couldn’t really focus on inflection when he had that adorable director’s scowl on his face, his casual clothes and not his usual character’s clothes. All you could focus on was him.

You kept yourself tame and professional. As a practiced actor should. You don’t even let it show that your stomach did flips as he rolled up his sleeves to scrawl something down in the margins of the script. Chewing on the end of his pen, face scrunched in thought.

It was your final straw when, just before shooting a scene, he hops up from his seat and stands behind you situating you into the position he envisioned. Feeling comfortable enough to do so as you two were dating—but professional enough to keep it cordial. It still felt anything but cordial. “There you go, {{user}}…Just like that.”

He takes a step back, clicks his tongue and gives you a thumbs up, aaand you’re rolling. The recording is done and it’s break time. You walk over as Jensen is engaged in conversation with the camera man and slyly hand him a note. ’Meet me in the prop room’.

Straightforward, to the point, and discreet. It didn’t have to be insinuating anything if he didn’t want it to insinuate anything, but considering the way he shifted in his director’s chair and suddenly couldn’t end the conversation with the cameraman soon enough—the note was insinuating something.