~(So this is a continuation of a oneshot I wrote in another book I have, "Supernatural One-shots", therefore I advise for those who haven't read the original oneshot to read that first because this might be confusing for some)~

You sighed as you walked onto the set, taking a seat in one of the chairs on the side as you read over the script. Misha sat beside you with a smile, taking your hand in his. It felt strange being so close to him, considering your boyfriend was literally standing just a few feet away from both of you.

Dean glared secretively at Misha as he approached you but didn't say anything. Misha peeked over to the box of ingredients we'd bought for the spell to take us back home and said eagerly, "Ooo priority! What's in it?"

"I bought part of a dead person," Sam admitted nonchalantly, his mind wandering somewhere else.

"Oh cool," Misha simply replied.

Dean frowned as he approached you and Sam, grimacing slightly, "So bad news."

"What is it?" You asked as you stood up, letting go of Misha's hand.

"Looks like we're going to have to do a bit of acting..."Dean trailed off, cringing at the thought.

"You're kidding me right?" Sam's jaw clenched as he spoke. Oh boy...

~Time Skip~

"'Supernatural', Scene 36, Take one, Marker," a crew member spoke, closing the top of the black and white clapper board.

"Action!" Bob shouted from his director's chair. Your palms felt sweaty and your breaths became shallow all the sudden. You'd never acted before so this was definitely a first.

You took a glance at Sam who looked utterly terrified then turned to Dean who was earnestly staring into the camera with a constipated expression. Was that supposed to be his 'Blue Steel'? Cause right now it was looking like he was holding in a fart.

"Balthazar is no hero. But he knows Raphael will never take him back," Misha stated, his back turned toward you. He then turned around, causing Sam to flinch in shock for some reason.

Dean stepped forward, going past the mark he was supposed to step on. He tried to compensate by casually moving to the right a bit but failed. "Cut!" Bob yelled in exasperation. This was going to be a long day.

"'Supernatural', Scene 36, Take 8. Marker!" He clicked the clapper board for the eighth time. Yes, it's your eighth. Freaking. Take.

"Balthazar is no hero. But he knows Raphael will never take him back," Misha repeated once again.

Sam waved his hands around, unsure of what he was doing. Dean stepped forward, looking at the script in his hand, "Dean grimly. And yet you got no problem with that."

"Jesus Christ," you facepalmed yourself and realized they were still filming.

"Cut!" Bob yelled once again, looking like he wanted to claw his eyes out.

"Take 23," the crew member was too exhausted to say the whole phrase by then.

"Action," Bob grumbled, seeming tired of the nonsense.

"That's because we have no other choice," Sam said with his hands wide out.

"Don't look at the camera," Dean muttered.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Look anywhere but the camera."

"That's because, we have no other choice," Sam said, staring up at the ceiling.

"(Y/N) rolls her eyes. So what the hell are we going to do? Puts hands on hips," you said, reading everything off the script before the director yelled "Cut!" once again. "Oh I'm not supposed to say that out loud am I?" You smiled sheepishly.

"For the love of..."Bob looked like he wanted to strangle all three of you. "Action!"

Sam said stiffly, "If there's a key, then there has to be a lock. And when we find the lock, we can get the weapons, and then we can have the weapons. And the lock. We'll still have the lock, I imagine, because we've opened it, and of course, the initial key."

Even you didn't know what the hell he just said. But you just smiled creepily at the camera. "Why are you smiling so much?" Dean muttered, still eyeing the camera.

You shrugged still smiling as you muttered, "When I was in dance, the teacher said smile even if you don't know what the hell you're doing."

Sam elbowed Dean, "It's your line."

"Oh," Dean fumbled with his words, "We need to get all three of that crap."

"What?" You raised an eyebrow.

"That's how he says it," Dean replied. You nodded, still staring at the camera like a serial killer. Dean laughed nervously, "Look director, do we really need all these lines? I think we have most of it covered."

Bob scowled at him in return and shouted, "What is happening?!? What's happening?"

"An atrocity is happening," said his assistant.

"What are they muttering about?" Dean asked, watching the director and his assistant speak.

"I have no clue but my face hurts," you said, still maintaining your wide smile.