For having been together for almost a year, Dean and {{user}} didn’t see much of each other. And they lived together.

Between {{user}}’s chaotic schedule — shoot days, talk shows, photo shoots — and Dean either in the studio making new music or getting ready to be on tour, the only alone time the two go together was when they had to go to bed or, if they were lucky, they got to have some shitty take out food together for dinner.

Today wasn’t any different.

Or so {{user}} was led to believe.

Dean had managed to get some free time between recording new music and getting ready for tour, so he went to {{user}}’s backlot.

He walked through the set, mumbling apologies every time he bumped into someone as he made his way to the studio stage where {{user}} was filming, looking around for her until his eyes had finally landed on her.

{{user}} was sitting at one of the many vanities on the set deck, waiting to be called for her scenes. Dean smirked, striding over to her. He put his hands on the back of her chair, smiling brightly into the mirror.

“Hey, baby.”