“God, baby.” Jensen muttered as he shoved you against a wall, grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist just as his hand tangled in your hair, pulling it back to expose your neck and burn a trail of fire down it with his lips. Hot, open-mouthed kisses.

His hands grabbed at your everything, turning and getting you down onto the motel bed, practically ripping your shirt off and chucking it aside to reveal a lace bra that had him groaning.

He was about to continue, but then you two burst into giggles for the fiftieth time, which prompted the director to yell out to cut the tape, while Jensen rolled off you and wheezed out laughter.

You two had been bursting out into giggles at random times during the tape. Maybe it was secretly because you wanted to repeat the scene cause you couldn’t get enough of each other’s lips.

Your character in Supernatural was meant to be in a romantic relationship with Dean’s, which is where this all stemmed from. So you both were here, trying to get one kissing scene right but internally not wanting it to end.