Supernatural
Shows like these always had Kagome sighing and reminiscing about the past. And the vast differences in culture and beliefs always amazed her. She loved her job.
But sometimes there were times where she questioned how far she would go to do her job.
"You want me to do...what?" Kagome squinted her eyes in confusion, as she tried to fix Jensen's suddenly difficult-to-manage hair.
"Instead of wasting time and having them constantly move in and out of the car for you to fix them after the windy shots, you can just hide at their feet," Erik joked, but with a hint of seriousness in his grin.
Kagome dropped her comb to stare at him incredulously.
"Do you know how wrong it would look if the top of my head were to show on the frame accidentally?" Kagome practically shrieked, "The fans would literally have my head thinking some girl was giving their favorite actors a-a-"
Kagome stuttered as she turned red at the thought.
"Well I like that idea," Jensen cut in with a devious smile, "Actually, you can go ahead and rest your head on my lap if you'd li-"
"You finish that sentence and I'll rip your hair out," Kagome threatened, waving the gel covered comb threateningly before going back to finishing his hair.
"C'mon it's not bad," The director urged, shuffling the two back towards the classic car for a next shot.
Kagome stopped abruptly to turn towards Erik with a shadowed look.
"Have you ever been in a car, oven dutched, with Jared's farts?" Her blunt tone had Jensen cackling from his stance beside the car, clutching the hood for support. Erik's jaw dropped before he made a noise of consideration.
"Good point."
"Exactly."
Kagome sashayed off the direct set, settling beside the makeup chairs.
Gasping, Jensen looked up in time to catch her hips swaying away. With a sigh, he smirked as his eyes stuck on her until she disappeared behind the hoard of staff members.
"Dude, can you be anymore obvious?" Came the exasperated voice of his cast mate, "Pretty much everyone knows except Kagome herself."
Rolling his eyes, Jensen snapped his head towards Jared in a diva fashion, "I am a man with needs."
"More like a needy man," With a snicker, Jared ducked into the Impala.
"I am...not," Jensen muttered, catching the sight of Kagome's head bob in the distance, "...maybe…"
Both men settled into their seats waiting for their cue.
They both took to their own thoughts, rehearsing their lines and cues.
"Kagome totally knows about your farts man. She won't come 20 feet of you after you eat-"
"DUDE!"
Kagome rolled her eyes as she heard the two stars bickering like children.
'Oh my god, are they slapping each other?' She rubbed her eyes as she heard the familiar sounds of slapping.
