You and Jared have been busy being opportunistic prankers on set— you’re one of the makeup artists, the leader of the makeup team, always working on Jared and Jensen specifically— and you two wreak chaos whenever you can.

You worked with Jared on Gilmore Girls, so you two are closer on set than others. Some you’ve done so far is put glitter in Jensen’s shampoo, filled the producer’s coat with random little bits of plastic you scrounged around set, Jared deliberately messed up lines, you two got specially embroidered panties that say ‘Team Padalecki’ on them and gave them to Jensen, put easily removable stickers on Baby— the Chevy Dean loves and protects like it’s his baby, hence the name, in the show— and some more.

It’s been great.

One day, you’re chilling and doing Dean’s makeup for an episode— still in season one of many— when you feel a pinch on your neck.

You hear laughter behind you as you squeak in surprise and drop the makeup brush you were holding.

“Seriously, {{user}}? Weren’t you expecting it?” Jared laughs from behind you while Jenses chuckles, shaking his head.

You’re all such children.