"Man I should've been an interior designer" I thought to myself, looking around my van. I had survived all my meetings yesterday and I found out more about my character, Yay! I was pleasantly surprised that I actually really liked the character, her name is Alex Grey and it turns out that she's actually a profit, like chuck who's zeroed in on the Winchesters future. The Angles kill her parents when she says no to helping them. Ironically she's an atheist, so in some ways we are like polar opposites, as I'm actually a devout Christian, I love her personality though, in that way we are the same, she's funny, smart a bit mocking and sarcastic, and apparently I'm going to have a crush on either castile or dean at some point, Haha might finally get a good excuse to act completely obsessive around Jensen without looking weird! The whole set looked amazing! It's so, so... technical? Hmm professional maybe; but I feel like a million dollars walking around here.

But back to today, it's my first like official day on the job, shooting wise, I'd love to say I spent the weekend relaxing and unpacking at my new digs... but no. I studied, memorised and practised like there was no tomorrow, I think my mirror was tired of me by last night, but eh... hopefully it will be worth it. So here I am 4am, in my trailer making it into my own personal space, I put up a dart board, stocked the fridge with tonnes of coke and chocolate and brought, my FAVOURITE pillow... as well as a few other odds and ends *sigh* but it looks great!

*Knock knock*; "Here we go", I muttered to myself opening the door. A young girl probably around the age of 22 was on the other side, with a clipboard and a smile. "Hi I'm summer I'm sort of the assistant for a lot of the cast, so just call if u need me" she said handing me a piece of paper with my schedule for today and her number printed at the bottom of it

"Thankyou", I replied shyly.

My Pager beeped loudly, I nearly fell of the stairs from the shock, she seemed to find my equilibrium issues quite amusing as she was laughing very loudly. I blushed but she just shrugged it off saying "ah, don't worry about it, happens tot he best of them", she nodded over to dean who looked like a rolling snowball with the amount of jumpers wrapped around him. "You know Jensen", i asked awed.

"What girl dosent", she laughed, "But on a personal level, i guess a bit more than most, i handle yours, Jensen's and Misha's every tiny little issues she smiled. "My little team" she joked in a baby voice.

"Ohh don worry I'm completely fine being in any group that includes Jensen's name", I laughed, a little out of breath.

"You're a fan I take it then", she said looking between me and Jensen

"Yeah, sure if that's what you want to call it" I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to play it cool. When inside my head I was yelling, FAN! I'm the most astronomically, amazingly snazzy Jensen ackles fan alive!!

He noticed us talking, and quirked an eyebrow at me, probably wondering why I was still here, I chuckled to myself they obviously hadn't briefed him on who was taking the new characters role.

"Keep it moving Ackles!" yelled summer. "He smirked at her and gave us a wink and continued to head wherever he was going.

*BUZZZZZZZZ!!* My beeper alarmed again. "Shoot", muttered Summer; "Time for hair and makeup" she announced, Pushing me towards another van across the lot. "I stepped inside sat down, the lady told me to close my eyes, and let the magic begin". Yeah it was a bit corny but at that moment I couldn't care less, I honestly couldn't wait to see what I would look like after a professional hair and makeup person was done with me. I felt a series of tugs, brush strokes and sponges being applied to my hair and face. "Open it up" she announced sounding proud, I did as she told me and slowly lifted my eyelids, but what I saw made me do a double take, could that really be me... "No way", I muttered staring at my reflection, my normally pale reflection was glowing and artfully toned in all the right places, a mass of black eyeliner and shadows surrounding my brown eyes , making my them really pop. Wear my eyelashes always that long I wondered? And my hair was just...perfect, it was the same old black I was used to but it seemed shinier than usual, she had straightened it a little bit than put it into a few loose curls, I found the end effect was quite nice, and hey! She left the little purple stand of hair; I had from a while ago. "Thanks" I stuttered, still a bit stunned; she chuckled easily, "don't worry about it sweetie you'll get used to it, she was an elderly woman not like 80 but definitely in her late 60's she was still really beautiful and obviously talented though, I mean seriously look at me!

She cleared her throat amusedly form over near the door, I blushed and turned my gaze from the mirror, gosh she was going to think I was some self centred egotistical actor now. But she just gave me an understanding smile and pointed to the van next door uttering "Wardrobe" before shutting the door behind me. "wardrobe it is" I laughed, completely over my mini freak out, as started walking over to the trailer next door....

I knocked on the door softly, and came face to a very attractive young man, blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and tanned, He was like a walking serotype, I smiled and shuffled my feet unsurely, "come on in" He said happily. I welcomed the encompassing heat of the little caravan, warming me up a little from freezing weather outside. "Luisa", I said simply, holding out my hand. "Brandon", he smiled. Taking my hand and guiding me inside. "Okay" he said, I his tone taking on a professional edge. Were keeping it pretty simple today as it's your first time meeting the guys." He relayed, pausing to grab a pair of pitch black skinny jeans that had been artfully ripped, as well as a cool blue flannelette shirt, with a black knit beanie, scarf and fingerless gloves.

"Now since I'm in the giving mood today I'm gonna let you pick out your own shoes" He laughed, back to his old self.... I may have died and gone to heaven, show heaven, layed out in front of me were enough shoes to pack a small boutique, he laughed at my reaction, smirking and pulling me to the other wall, were some more sturdy boots and sneakers were placed. "Snow" was all he said, and I guess that was a valid point I wasn't sure how well id do walking out in the snow with heels or ballet flats. I looked over at the other shows wistfully. Brandon broke out in a series of laughter, holding his stomach, "I promise you can wear them another time... they'll be their when you get back", he reassured me as I grabbed a pair of cool dark blue sneakers and headed towards the door. "Okay" sighed, about to open the door. "Wait" he yelled, he rushed over to me with two snazzy expensive looking Celtic rings, a locket and some hoop earrings. "Never doubt the important of accessories" he said in a mock serious voice. I gabbed them and laughed stepping outside... I idly wondered if he was gay... I mean he was no Jensen ackles but it would still be such a waste...

I heard a noise that I was sure I was going to hate in a few hours, the familiar streaks of my pager. Stage 1 it said.

"Showtime folks", I muttered trudging over to the warehouse...