Jensen never thought that he'd star in something like this. He was used to blood, gore, monsters and villains — but here he was now, playing a CEO for a liquor company who gets taken on a Scrooge-esque tour where he has to face the past, present, and future, in a movie called "The Christmas Spirits." It honestly seemed like a fun little thought at the time, when he sent in an audition. What's the worst that could happen? He was a few fingers of whiskey deep and, hey, maybe it'd be nice for a change.

It was... different. Very cheerful and joyous — which was to be expected, he supposed.

What he didn't anticipate was you. The one playing his love interest, the one who got away and he took for granted. You were as pure and sunshiney as your character was, which made it impossible for him not to like you, even if you were, well, at least a decade younger than him.

Jensen didn't date. He focused all of his energy on his work, and no play. But sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, he found someone that made him question that strict rule he made for himself, and this time, you were that someone.

You two were sitting in his trailer (he'd invited you in while you waited to be called to set, not wanting you to be colder than you needed to be — he was down horrendous) and drinking hot chocolate, talking about the scenes that you'd be filming later on. Of course, naturally, he was trying to not shit his pants the entire time, too. You were just so damn sweet.

"Now, c'mon," he teased, nodding to the mug held between your nimble fingers, "that's barely any hot chocolate at all. That's just... it's just whipped cream, angel."

He shifted his own mug to one hand, using the other to scoop a dollop of the cream off of yours with his finger, smearing it on your nose. "How're we supposed to film later when you're just on a sugar rush, huh?"