You snort, adjusting Jensen's mic pack for him as he giggles with you backstage. You knew damn well he could put it on himself and this was just a little ploy to get you to touch him.

"There."

You pat the box where you secured it in his belt loop under his shirt, tucking the wire away.

"Thanks, you're my hero."

Jensen teases, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. You smile, looking up at him and gently adjusting his button down. God, he was gorgeous. He grins, his nose nudging yours as it so often did.

"Quit messin' with my clothes, ya make me damn nervous.You know I get worse around you."

You grin, nearly kissing him when you hear an odd echo of his words filter in the distance and an eruption of excited shrieks and gasps. The both of you furrow your brows and Jensen fishes into his shirt for the mic box. He quickly turns it off, blushing hard.

"We must've turned it on when we were fixing it."

He sighs, still red as a beet. You bite your lip, looking up at him.

"Y'know it wasn't that bad. You just said I make you nervous, that's all. Nobody's gonna assume we're together right?"

"Right, sweetheart."

Jensen groans, completely sarcastic.

"Guess we gotta just go out there and face the music, hm?"