You and Jensen are practically attached at the hip. Pretty much have been since you started working as his personal assistant. Handling a lot of his life makes you pretty close to the actor, businessman, singer—he does a lot. Jensen likes you, a lot. You're pretty, helpful, good on the eyes, caring, did he say good-looking? That too.

His schedule was booked and you were with him every step of the way. This step being a convention, not unfamiliar to the two of you. You primarily worked behind the scenes, not being known to the fans unless they really followed Jensen, his life and those close to him. But today he decided he should give you the credit you deserved, and midway through the panel, he started glancing over in your direction to where you stood beside the stage.

"I think you all know that I'm not just, y'know, a one man team," Jensen starts, playing with the microphone in his grasp as he glances to Misha for a second then back over at you, "even if I am just, y'know, c'mon," he gestured to himself, flashing a grin to the audience and a wink before he once again looks back at you, both he and Misha chuckling at the horrified expression on your face.

"But there's a pretty little sweetheart of a lady behind all this muscle, y'know? Keepin' me well fed and groomed," he shoots you a wink too, gesturing you over, "c'mon down, darlin'," Jensen adores you, it's clear. Even if you're terribly camera shy and are currently refusing to come over.

"She's shy," Jensen tells the audience, rolling his eyes dramatically as he looks back at you. He doesn't know whether you can see them properly but he gives you those puppy dog eyes and he coaxes once more, "for me? Y'know you wanna, can see it—stop bein' so selfless and come bask in the fame for a second, will you?" He just wants to appreciate you and your fine self, is that too much to ask?