I stepped into the massive recording studio, filled with sets and people and cameras.

"Guys, I want to introduce you to my niece, Sherrie," Sebastian pushed me forward and I went bright red, looking around.
"Hi," everyone said and I just nodded in response.
"Oh no, we don't like shy people around here," Misha Collins came up to me and wrapped an arm around me.
"Hi, Misha," I looked up at him.
"You know my name," he cooed and hugged me.
"I'm a minion," I laughed.
"We have a minion!" He cried out, embarrassing me and making the others laugh.

Twenty feet away, Mark Sheppard was staring at me.
'Wow, she's gorgeous; thank god I'm getting divorced. Wait! No! What the hell am I thinking? She's gotta be half my age, I'm old enough to be her dad. But she is beautiful.'
"Mark!" The director, Erik, nudged him. "Snap out of it, where's your head at?"
"Sorry," Mark shook his head."Come on, we need you on set."
"Okay," he took one last look at me and followed Erik.

Back over the other side, Misha was quizzing me about if I watched Supernatural.
"Or has it just been since Uncle Seb has been in it?"
"Uncle Seb?" I laughed a bit. "No, I have watched Supernatural from the beginning, Uncle here was just a bonus."
"So you're bound to have favourite episodes then?" Misha asked.
"Yup, and they are Yellow fever, Mystery spot and . . ., you'll have to excuse me, my memory is really bad. Err , , ,The end, with the camp where you have lost the stick out of your arse," I grinned cheekily.
"See, it wasn't so hard to stop being shy, was it?" he said, his arm still round my shoulder.
"Okay, I have to get to work, are you okay with Misha?" Sebastian asked me.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Look after her," he pointed at Misha.
"Yes sir," Misha saluted him.
Sebastian just rolled his eyes and headed off somewhere, either to costume or make up.
"Well then, would you like me be a tour guide? I know! How about I be the person to introduce you to everyone?"
"You're just as crazy in life," I giggled.
"Real life?" He raised an eyebrow
"Yeah, I mean, I've only seen you on the internet, Youtube and whatnot. And you're nuts, no offence or nothing."
"I think we're going to get on just fine," Misha reassured me and walked me over to a set.
"Hey," Jensen Ackles came over to me and Misha. "Your uncle told us you were coming. What do you think so far?"
"Well, I've only been here three days but its not wet and raining so I am gonna go with loving it. Living in England, you tend to forget what sun feels like," I replied.
"Sherrie here is a minion," Misha bragged.
"Yeah, we heard you shouting and showing off," Jared laughed, coming over.
"And she's been watching the show since series one."
"So you don't need to introduce yourselves," I said, awkwardly.
"We're trying to beat being shy, aren't we?" Misha hugged my shoulders.
"That won't be hard with him around," Jensen laughed.
"Oh shut up, I'm gonna take her to some better people, some real actors."
"Did you just call me a bad actor?" Jensen pretended to be hurt. "In front of a fan, nonetheless?"
"If it helps, you were fucking wicked in My Bloody Valentine," I told him.
All three of them looked at me and laughed.
"Thanks," Jensen smiled. "You're just like Mark."
"Must be an English thing." Jared suggested.
"No, it's just the way my family raised me, but thinking about it now, yeah it probably could be," I agreed.
"Do you wanna meet Satan?" Misha asked me.
"How about the king of hell?" I asked.
"I think he's recording at the moment but he's here so you'll see him later. So, Crowley huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Character wise, Crowley and Dean but you and Mark are my favourite actors of the show," I answered. "And by favourite, I don't mean fancy, I mean, you're both funny and-"
"Nuts?" Misha guessed.
"Yeah."
"Lets go and get something to eat."
"Okay," I laughed at his randomness and followed.

Half an hour later, while sharing fries, Misha was asking what things I liked.
"Apart from the tattoos, of course. That will give you and Mark something to talk about," he laughed.
"Horror movies, proper scary ones and I got a slight obsession with ghost and haunted house movies," I said.
"Like Poltergeist?"
"Yes. And Paranormal Activity and House on the Haunted Hill. I like reading. A lot. And Music. That's about it."
"What music?" Misha took a bite of a frie.
"Anything but mostly rock. Old rock and new rock and heavy rock, like Metallica and Avenged Sevenfold. But I love Lady Gaga!"
Misha laughed, shaking his head and stood up. "Come with me, I have the perfect person for you to meet."
I looked up at Misha for a few seconds and then stood up and let him lead the way.

"Oh Chelsea," Misha said in a sing-song voice as we approached a girl hanging around by the director seat.
"Misha," she sang back.
"We have new blood, fresh from England."
The girl turned around to face us.
"You must be Sebastian's niece, right?"
"Yeah, hi," I smiled. "Sherrie."
"Well, Misha has just sang my name across the studio so I don't need to tell you, do I?" She laughed.
"Chelsea, right?"
"Well done, Misha," Chelsea clapped at Misha.
"Yay," Misha pretended to preen. "I thought you two might get on, she likes . . .your music. I'll let you two talk."
"Okay, buzz off," she laughed.
"I'll tell daddy."
"So will I, you like kissing men right? I can get him to suggest a scene," Chelsea fought back and Misha stuck out his tongue and left. "Sorry about that, you'll either learn to love him or hate him."
"Oh, I already love him, I'm a minion," I laughed.
"Ah, so that's what he was shouting at earlier," she laughed as well.
"Yup, sorry. I've seen enough of him on the internet to know I shouldn't get him riled up like a puppy."
Chelsea burst out laughing and held her side. "The guys are really going to like you around here."
"I'm guessing your last name is Krype then?" I asked.
"Yup, directors daughter but it don't mean I get to boss them around, they wouldn't listen if I tried. Misha said you liked the same music as me?"
"Well I said I liked rock, all types from Metallica to Avenged Sevenfold," I answered.
"I think Misha's right, we will get on," Chelsea bounced and hugged me, laughing. "It will be so good to have a girl to hang out with round here, most of the others are boring."
"I'll remember that," I smiled.
"Come on, lets go and ask your uncle for his car keys so we can go and chill out in his car, I've got my iPod."
"So have I but will he let us?" I asked.
"From the sounds of it, it won't be too hard to wrap him around your little finger," Chelsea winked and pulled me with her.

A few hours later, Mark had finished shooting and came looking for me to introduce himself. Looking around, he was approaching the exit and could hear music from the car park.
"What's the music?" He asked Sebastian.
"Metallica, I thought you'd have-"
"Of course I know that," Mark cut him off. "I mean, where's it coming from? Are we missing a party or something?"
"Oh, Sherrie and Erik's daughter have discovered they like the same music," Sebastian explained. "So you'll probably get on with her too."
"I'll go an introduce myself then, I haven't met her yet."
"Mark, just a heads up, she's really shy."
Mark nodded and headed for the music.

When he got outside and to the end of the building, he leant against the wall and watched me and Chelsea, Erik's daughter, sitting on the bonnet of Sebastian's soft top, our legs dancing to the music. As we were the same age, we were getting on quite well.
"Who's your favourite actors from Supernatural?" Chelsea asked.
"Actors or characters?" I questioned back.
"Aren't they the same?"
"Not really cos I don't know the actors yet, apart from Misha."
"Speak of the devil," Chelsea said and nodded to the studio.
He cured me of being shy by spending nearly two hours being himself with me.
"Misha!" I called him and he looked over.
"Party!" He shouted when he heard Pokerface and came running over.
Mark pouted inside. Sebastian had told him I was shy but I didn't seem it with Misha. He wondered if I'd be like that with him one day.
When Misha reached us, he started dancing.
"Come on," he pulled me and Chelsea off the car. "Dance!"
Chelsea joined in but I sat back on the car.
"What do you think you are doing?" Misha put his hands on his hips and stopped dancing.
"I don't dance, no way, hell no," I held up my hands and shook my head when he pouted.
He just laughed and carried on dancing.
Across the car park, Mark was still watching and laughing.
"Hey, are you two okay with the car? I'm gonna go to the toilet and get a drink," I asked.
"No, we're going to rob it and crash it. Tell Uncle Sebastian we're sorry and we'll pay for the damage," Misha laughed.
"Tell him yourself," I giggled and left.

When I got off the car and headed towards the studio, Mark stood up straight, ready to introduce himself.
"Hi," he stopped me. "We haven't met yet.
"Hey," I nodded.
"I thought I'd introduce myself."
"You're Mark Sheppard," I smiled a tiny bit.
"I'm flattered. A fan?" He winked.
"A bit but I dunno who I prefer you as; Crowley or Sterling," I said, quietly.
"Where abouts do you come from? Your accents . . . "
"Mixed? Strange?" I suggested.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"The Midlands by Coventry but a lot of my family come from Manchester."
I looked at Mark again and noticed he had a bit of stubble.
"We'll have to sit down one day and talk about home sweet home," he smiled at me.
"Oh I dunno, right now I'd rather forget all about it and never think of it again."
I realised I'd said too much and when Mark opened his mouth, I beat him to it and started backtracking, anxiously.
"I mean, I'm excited about moving here and I would rather focus on being here, than focus on back home," said in a rush.
"Of course," Mark said, warily, not sure whether to believe me or not.
"I better go, I need a drink," I started walking and then stopped. "Mark."
"Yeah?"
"Don't shave, I've seen you with a beard before and I think you look better with it."
I went red, dropped my head and rushed off.
Mark turned round and watched me leave, repeating what I said over and over in his head.
'She likes how I look, she thinks I look good'.
Still, as much as he wanted me, he knew he'd have to stay as my friend or stay away.