The whole day had been feeling weird.

You could always tell when something felt off about a day, whatever that may be, and today certainly felt weirder than normal.

As someone who suffered from fainting spells, low blood sugar could be a bitch at times. Usually, when not having enough time to grab a snack caught up with you, it would knock you out cold in the middle of the day.

This was brought to mind as you made your way across the set of Supernatural, where you would be shooting a scene with Jensen, Jared, and Misha- who all respected you, yet tended to be overbearing at times.

They could not find out you hadn’t eaten all day or they- especially Jensen, who had a soft spot for you since you were ‘just a kid’ as he liked to say- would freak out.

Please don’t pass out. Please don’t pass out. You mentally chanted as your head spun and you blinked hard to clear your vision.

You snapped to attention when the director called Action, the scene beginning in full swing.

“That’s your line” Jensen whispered, causing you to gulp and quickly say your script.

Midway through your line, your vision waned and spun, causing you to close your eyes tightly to gather yourself and beg for your head to clear on its own- Jared and Misha exchanging a concerned look and Jensen reaching out to steady you when you started to sway.

“Woah, kiddo, you okay? You’re not looking too good” Jensen’s eyebrows furrowed as he took in your pale face and swaying body.