I walked into the studio in Canada, nervous about my first day of recording on Supernatural.
I'd had my audition the week before and had only met Jensen and Jared.
"Good luck," my friend, Lauren, appeared beside me.
"How are you settling in?"
"Fine," I said and thought of the new apartment I'd been living in for a month now.
I thought of the floor to ceiling windows, the sun blazing in through, first thing in the morning. I thought of the balcony leading out from my bedroom window giving me a great view. All the things I never got back home in England.
"I think you'll agree it's better over here than back home. Moving out here is the best thing I've done," Lauren reassured me.
"I dunno yet, but I cannot believe you got me a part on Supernatural," I looped my arm through hers.
"Sorry you couldn't get the part of a demon but being related to the Winchesters is an even bigger part. It's a huge part, bigger than mine," Lauren cried out and I cringed with embarrassment.
"You're recording this afternoon, right?"
"Yeah, but right now, I'm gonna watch Jared do his thing," I giggled.
"I'm gonna head to make up," Lauren gave me a hug.
"Seeya later, angel," I teased her because her part was an angel.
She stuck her tongue out and walked away, leaving me to wander over to Jared's set where he was recording.
With his top off, I couldn't tear my eyes away from his tanned body and huge muscles.
"Okay," the director said, signalling the start of recording and Jared started working out, lifting himself up and down, doing sit ups and press ups.
I stood watching him, feeling a very hot.
With the amount of cutting and re-shooting, soon enough an hour had passed.
"It's just not fair, is it?" Lauren appeared beside me. "Someone so hot and sexy is married, off limits."
"What are you on about? All the men here are married and off limits," I looked around, sighing.
Over at the buffet table, I saw the long grey coat that could only belong to the character, Castiel; the actor Misha Collins.
"Like Misha Collins," I pouted. "He is so gorgeous, I'd give anything for a date with him."
Lauren laughed and turned and looked at him.
"Oh turn round," I sighed out loud.
"He's, definitely gorgeous," Lauren agreed. "Oh and Misha is so funny, and he is soooo crazy."
I was a fan of Supernatural so I really fancied Misha.
He must have heard his name because he turned around and caught us looking at him.
He looked away and quickly looked back, like something had caught his eye, and smiled at me. It was almost as if he liked me. I took a deep breath in and felt myself blush and my stomach twist.
Wow. He is sooooooooo much better looking in real life.
"Come on," Lauren led me to make up and as I passed Misha, he flashed me a smile. "Hey."
Before I could reply, Lauren dragged me away.
"He shouldn't be flirting," she tutted and I giggled nervously.
"Don't even think about it."
"Think about what?" I asked innocently.
"Hmmm," she said, unbelieving and carried on walking.
On the way, Mark approached us and somehow, Lauren picked up that he was going to talk to me so she paced ahead and left him to it.
"Hello, and who would you be, gorgeous?"
I looked at the floor, shyly. "I . . .my name is Sherrie. And don't call me gorgeous."
"Sorry . . .Sherrie; you're from England."
"Yes, been here about six months," I replied.
"What do you reckon?" Mark asked.
I just nodded to his question.
"So, are you the quiet type or are you just shy?"
"Shy," I answered quietly.
The whole time, I only looked him in the eye twice.
"Well, I'll make you warm up to me," he winked and I couldn't help but laugh. "You've got a nice smile, you should show it more."
"How do you know I don't?" I raised an eyebrow, a part of the real me seeping out.
"Ooh, fiery."
"I've got to . . ." I pointed over my shoulder to make up and walked away, leaving Mark watching me.
I'd seen Mark Sheppard on TV in a number of things and thought he was sexy too but I couldn't believe how much better looking he was in real life, also. I walked away with a smile on my face.
At the end of the day, apart from Mark, the only other people I had really spoke to was Jared, Jensen and Jim. Feeling worn out, I headed outside to the car park to get my lift home with Lauren.
I was sat on the curb waiting when someone sat next to me.
"Fresh blood," a voice laughed. I looked to my right to see Misha.
"Hi, I'm Misha-"
"Collins, I know who you are," I smiled.
"Great," he smiled back.
"Sorry," I looked away, awkwardly.
"No, it's okay," he put his hand on my shoulder.
I looked at his hand and followed it up to his face; when I made eye contact, all my words dried up.
I continued to stare at him and shook my head. "Sorry, I'm not good with new people."
"It's okay, I won't be new forever."
"Forever's a long time," I studied my trainers.
"And what a good way to start it," Misha smiled.
I looked at him and scowled. "Don't flirt with me, I hate people pretending to be what they're not."
"What? Why would you think I'm being fake?" Misha asked, stunned.
"Cause guys like you don't like me."
"Guys like me? You mean . . .American?"
"No, hot guys, good looking and sexy guys." I looked across the car park and saw Lauren unlock her car. "Excuse me."
With that, I walked off leaving Misha speechless.
"Hey, what was Misha saying to you?" Lauren asked.
"Nothing, I told him to stop flirting with me," I replied and Lauren just laughed and got in the car.