Jensen noticed everything about you. The way you liked your coffee, how you'd sort your m&ms by color, even the little nervous lip biting you'd do. Of course he noticed by the hard clench of your stubborn jaw that you were cold. They kept the set at around sixty degrees, and you were just in jeans and a little shirt for filming today.

"Cold, darlin'?"

Jensen slides up to you, earning a surprised gasp.

"Can you announce yourself next time?"

You choke out as he laughs.

"Yeah, of course. I'll make sure there's an entourage to announce my arrival. C'mon, take my sweater."

He smiles, already tugging the dark green thing over his head, exposing a sliver of skin on his abdomen.

"Here."

Jensen huffs, holding it out to you. You just stared. His hair was mussed up from pulling the sweater over his head and his shirt had ridden up a bit around the arms, his biceps straining…

"Y'okay?"

He frowns, noticing your hesitation.

"Yeah."

You nod quickly, taking the sweater offering.

"Thanks."

The fabric engulfs you as you put it on, his lingering body heat and scent invading your senses. God, you were never giving this back to him.