Your stomach was in knots, the cameras were rolling and you were certain that nobody could pick up on the inner turmoil rolling inside you. God, Jensen was so pretty. His green eyes locked on you as you filmed the scene in Supernatural. It was so damn hard to even remember your lines. As if you hadn't been working with him for over a year now, playing his girlfriend on the show. So why was it suddenly so different? Why were your feelings suddenly so strong? It didn't help that he'd look at you every second the camera panned away from him. You wring your hands, waiting for Jared to get through his lines with Jensen as you stand off to the side in the motel room set, trying to school your expression so the director didn't yell at you.

"Well, me an' my girl are seriously hungry, Sammy."

Jensen says abruptly, stretching as he gets up from the motel bed.

"But Dean,"

Jared sighs, waving a police file in front of Jensen's face.

"Don't you want to look into this first? Since when don't you want to go hunting in Vegas?"

Jensen shrugs, putting on his brown bomber jacket.

"Since I can't watch strippers anymore."

He pouts, looking at you as you try desperately to get back into character as the camera pans back to you.

"There's other stuff to do though."

He grins, coming over to you.

"Pretty sure there's a nice chapel somewhere in this screwed up town."

You blush, feeling his arm wrap around your waist and before you know it, you're kissing him. You weren't supposed to. Jesus, what the hell were you doing? This wasn't in the script at all. Jensen pulls away after a moment, quickly hiding the shock in his green eyes.

"Looks like someone doesn't mind the thought of gettin' hitched today."

He smirks at Jared, who's a little stunned off camera as the director yells: "CUT!"