"You're being ridiculous. It's not like I got shot!"

You whine, exasperated by the amount of attention Jensen was giving you.

"So what? A broken finger is basically a bullet wound."

He smirks, guiding your hand to rest on his jean-clad thigh.

"Keep still."

He instructs, using his teeth to pop the top off of a black sharpie before bringing the top to the light purple of your little pinkie splint. He signs a quick autograph, followed by your initials in a heart. You sigh, keeping your hand still while he finishes.

"There. Now everyone will see my name on you for the next two episodes of filming."

Jensen giggles, clearly very proud of himself as he leans down and kisses the tip of your pinkie.

"Your pinkie tastes like soap."

He comments.

"Yeah, cause I just washed my hands. Stop being a freak."

Jensen groans, letting go of you to cross his arms a glare.

"Always, stop being a freak, Jensen, and never I love you, you're so beautiful, Jensen."

You sigh at him, smiling.

"I love you, you're so beautiful, you're my best friend, Jensen."

He scoffs, trying to hide a smile.

"Wow, even added on. Guess I'll take it."