"Alright, let's just run it again from the top."

The director shouts out, shooing you and Jensen back to your marks so the cameras can get back in place. You were Dean Winchester's love interest in the show Supernatural, and the writers had specifically scripted a slow burn. Like awfully ridiculously slow. Jensen smirks at you, adjusting his brown leather jacket and necklace.

"Your mascara got smudged."

He whispers, reaching out to gently rub under your eye to get the black mark off. Jensen's green eyes look you over tenderly, his fingers lingering on your face before falling back to his place on the bed in the motel room set.

"Action!"

The cameras roll, filming the scene easily. It was like second nature to you, just a bit of lighthearted banter and flirting with Dean, sitting on the bed with him to tell him about something funny. And that was all Jensen heard anyways. Something funny. What that something funny was, he didn't know, too busy staring at your eyes and that smile and the way you laughed…Oh, he was a ruined man. And then he was kissing you. Gently, not the way you'd imagine Dean would, but the way Jensen would. That soft, almost hesitant but equally as needy kiss. And you kissed back like it was second nature. It was anyways wasn't it? You'd thought about it enough that it might as well be.

"Cut!"

The director shouts, huffing angrily.

"You're not supposed to be doing any of that until episode seventeen!"

Jensen pulls back, his lips parted and slightly pinker, eyes darting between your eyes and lips.

"Sorry."

He chokes out.