You always believed that one day, somehow, you’d make it to Hollywood. You weren’t sure how or when, but ever since you were a kid, you'd dreamed of standing under studio lights, camera rolling, opposite your favorite actor—Jensen Ackles. You watched Supernatural religiously, memorized every scene he was in, and told anyone who would listen that someday, you'd be on that set too.

But dreams are stubborn things, and the real world wasn’t always kind.

You'd spent the last year auditioning for everything you could get your hands on. Student films, commercials, small pilots—anything. And rejection followed rejection. The kind that didn’t even come with feedback. Just silence or a curt “thank you, but no.”

Then, one gray afternoon about a month ago, you opened your mailbox and found something different. A thick envelope. The return address read Creation Entertainment. You didn’t dare hope—but your hands shook as you opened it anyway.

You’d been cast.

A guest role on Supernatural. Season 14. Episode 15. Character name: Marina Blake.

You sat on the floor in shock, tears slipping down your face, your fingers still clutching the pages of the script they’d included. You didn’t even need to read the whole thing to know what it meant. You’d be on the show. With Jensen Ackles. On the set you’d dreamed of since high school.

And now—here you were. Vancouver. On your first day.

The lot was buzzing with activity—crew members moving cables, actors heading to trailers, the smell of coffee and fresh wood lingering in the cold air. You felt small, but alive, your nerves buzzing just under your skin. The assistant who greeted you was kind, showed you to wardrobe, makeup, and then to the set.

And then it happened. You were being walked through the war room set of the Men of Letters bunker—one of the most iconic locations on the show—and someone behind you said:

“Hey, that’s gotta be the new guest star.”

You turned.

It was him.

Jensen Ackles, in the flesh. Flannel shirt, boots, that casual Dean Winchester look, but with a warm smile meant just for you.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Jensen.”

You managed a breathless, “I know.”

He laughed, and you relaxed—just a little.

“I read your scene,” he said, nodding. “You’ve got some good stuff in there. Looking forward to it.”