"Cut!"

The sigh is evident in the director's exasperated voice, the script in his fingers slamming against his jean-clad knee. Still, even with his obvious irritation, and even while the crew reset the scene for what must have been the seventh time now, Jensen could not get himself to kiss you.

Audition for CJ's girlfriend, he'd said in your ear one night months ago, his fingers tracing lightly up and down your ribcage, don't you think it'd be nice, to be on set together?

Maybe it would have been, if a month later, you hadn't broken up, and a week or so after that, you'd found out you'd gotten the part. You, another new cast member joining the newest season of Dawson's Creek alongside your now ex boyfriend, Jensen.

It was the messy sort of break up, words shouted that weren't meant, doors slamming in more ways than one. Now, you both were here, unable to even slightly work together, and unfortunately, that was what happened when two people were playing love interests. They worked together. Frequently.

Jensen's jaw ticks, tongue pressing hard against the inside of his cheek. "Are you sure we can't get a stunt double?" he asks again, for what must be the third time now.

Just like the other times, the same line is repeated back to him. We're not getting a stunt double for a kiss scene. Less sugarcoated this time, because this is becoming ridiculous for everyone on set. What was once America's favorite up-and-coming couple was now broken shards and shattered pieces, and they were stuck dealing with the aftershocks.

Jensen's eyes land on you again, standing in front of him with your arms crossed. You're pissed, he's pissed, the entire set is pissed, and this is supposed to be a sweet scene. "Get that look off of your face," he says, his voice a furious grumble, "stop acting like you're better than me, little bear, because you wouldn't want to kiss me, either."

What was once an affectionate nickname is now spat with venom, forged out of fire. This was going to be a long few months.