It was only a day or two before Misha approached me again.
"Hey, I had to get your name off Mark. I'm sorry if I upset you," he apologised, walking beside me.
I stopped walking and turned to face him. "You didn't do or say anything wrong, it was my first day and I was on edge. Like I said, I'm not good with new people so it really should be me apologising to you."
"No, I don't want an apology," he held up his hands. "But you can tell me what you think of me again."
I frowned, confused. "I believe you said I was hot and sexy," Misha grinned cheekily.
"Oh my god," I covered my face.
"So it's true what you said then?"
I looked up at him and laughed. "Have you seen you?"
"Well, I don't like to brag," Misha winked. "And I do have a lot of confidence; care to borrow some?"
"Don't make me regret giving you another chance," I pointed at him.
"Ah, I remember Mark saying you had spunk."
"Excuse me?"
"Must be a redhead thing, that's why they're the best. Or an English thing, Mark can be like that too," Misha said and walked off, leaving it like that.
Across the way, Mark was watching me and Lauren approached him.
"I think you've got a soft spot for her, Mark. You look jealous."
"What?" Mark turned to her.
"Well, you seem a bit jealous that Sherrie and Misha are laughing together and you're all the way over here."
"You don't know what you're talking about," Mark laughed, awkwardly. "Excuse me."
Mark turned and left, rather quickly.
Lauren just stood there smiling to herself, not believing a word he just said.
A month later, I had got to know Mark and Misha quite well and I was getting ready for my first kissing scene on the show . . .with Crowley.
Once I'd had my make up done and my costume on, I headed to the set. I have to admit, standing opposite Mark in his black suit, I was weak at the knees.
"Action!" I snapped back to reality and slipped into character.
"So you want to make a deal, do you? You're a bit young darlin', I hope you know what you're getting yourself into?" Mark, as Crowley, said.
"Of course I know, just give me the deal," I snapped.
"You're a bit fiery, aren't you darlin'? You'll be a nice demon. So, to seal the deal -"
"I know how to seal it," I cut him off.
"Keen aren't you?" Crowley lifted his eyebrow and I snarled the best I could.
"Don't kid yourself." I took a deep breath as Mark came closer and in my head, kept repeating, 'it's only acting, it's only acting.'
Mark pressed his warm lips against mine and I had to fight really hard not to kiss him back.
In the script I had to be repulsed by the kiss and the demon. In real life it was very the opposite.
Mark pulled away after the director yelled "Cut!" my lips tingling, yearning for more.
"Not bad," Mark grinned at me.
"Not bad? That's it?! Not bad! Well I've had better myself!" I huffed at him.
He laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "You were amazing, fantastic, made my toes curl."
He fanned himself with his other hand and I tried not to laugh, shrugging him off. "Shut up."
"Okay, let's go again," the director ordered.
"Pucker up buttercup," Mark winked and I took a deep breath.
After the shoot me and Lauren were sat in my dressing room. "Sooo?"
"Sooo?" I moved my head, iinviting her to say more.
"Which one do you like more?"
"What are you on about?" I screwed my face up.
"Misha and Mark, they're both making a play for you."
"What? Oh please! That's crazy," I cried, despite the huge grin on my face.
"Yes they are and you know it so, I ask again, who do you like more?" Lauren urged.
"I don't know I like them both the same. Mark is sexy and cuddly and English but Misha is sexy and toned and American. I can't choose. Wait," I paused. "I don't have to choose. Nothing has happened with any of them and Misha is married."
"Something will happen soon, take my word for it," Lauren pointed at me.
Two weeks later, me and Lauren were sat in my flat when the new script for the following week arrived. I was flicking through, and nearly dropped te script when I found one of my scenes.
"I don't believe it, I have another kissing scene. With Misha."
Lauren laughed. "So? You've already had one of those scenes with Mark."
"No, Mark had to kiss me, I had to do nothing. This time I have to actually snog Castiel," I whined.
"Well, I guess it will help you decide," she shrugged. "God, I haven't heard the word snog for years."
I just threw my head back against the sofa. "But he's married."
"And you're single. If anything comes out of this and he cheats on his wife then that's his fault; just don't make the first move," she advised.
"Oh god, I'm gong to have to kiss Misha Collins," I dropped my head into my hands.
"Are you going to slip him the tongue? What will you do if he slips you the tongue?"
"You're not helping!" I threw up my hands and collapsed on the sofa.
Finally the day of the shoot came.
"Relax," Lauren whispered. "If people see you getting nervous they will wonder why."
"Especially as you were fine kissing me," Mark appeared making me jump.
"That's because I don't like you," I blurted out, and then froze. "Oh god, I didn't mean it like that, it came out wrong. I do like you, just not like I like Misha." I lied so hard I hoped he believed me.
"So you've got a bit of a crush on a co-star," Mark put his hands in his pockets.
"Yea; no; maybe. Well, I mean just a little one but he's married so it doesn't matter," I shifted awkwardly and the director called my name.
"Good luck," Mark whispered and pushed me forward.
As I sauntered off, Lauren looked at Mark, who had a slightly pained expression on his face.
"She was lying, you know, she does like you."
"Huh?" Mark looked at her.
"Sherrie; she likes you the same as Misha. She's . . .confused, torn."
Mark smiled a little bit. "Really?"
"Really, so don't give up just yet. And don't let on that I told you."
Mark nodded and walked off, feeling a little bit more optimistic.
I took a deep breath and walked onto set. "Let's get this over with then."
"Awww, don't be like that; you know you want it," Jared teased.
"I'd do it," Jensen joked.
"I'd be careful if I was you, I'm a slash fan, and not just any slash fan, I'm a destiel fan," I winked and Jensen shuddered.
"Funny you should say that because so am I," Misha pulled a sexy face and chased Jensen around the set.
"Alright, cut it out! Let's get started!" The director shouted.
We shot all the other scenes and saved the kissing scene till last.
When it finally came down to it, my character was to leave to head to a dangerous situation and Castiel was to pull me back and kiss me.
"It is dangerous, I think you should stay with Sam and Dean. You can be killed, I cannot," Misha said in the sexy gravely voice of Castiel.
"Cas, I can take care of myself. I may be female but that doesn't mean I'm frail." I turned round, taking a deep breath when Misha spun me round.
There was no holding back when his lips crushed against mine; I was supposed to act shocked but I genuinely was. His hands on my hips, he moved his head to the side, tongue probing for entrance. I opened my mouth only slightly, and he went all out. Every bit of me tingled as I wrapped my hand up in this tie and kissed back, his stubble causing severe sexual friction. Jared and Jensen, who were supposed to act shocked, were shocked to the core for real. As Misha ended the kiss, I looked up at him.
"I learned that from the pizza man," he said.
"Well, you're much better than Crowley," I said and headed out of a prop door, sinking down against the back of it. "What the hell was that?" Jared, as Sam, asked.
"I'm sorry but you wanted me to be more human, you're teaching me to be more human, do you expect me not to develop human emotions?" Misha carried on acting.
"And . . .cut!"
I let myself back through the door and stood between Jensen and Jared.
"Was that okay?" I asked nervously.
"That was fantastic. In fact, I don't even think we need to another take it," the director smiled and nodded.
I let out a breath and relaxed.
"We'll shoot the rest of the scenes tomorrow, Sherrie. Jensen and Jared, I'll need you outside."
They both nodded and left, leaving me on set, alone, with Misha.
"So, err . . .was I okay?"
"You were really good," he grinned and I smiled back.
"Weren't bad yourself."
"Better than Mark?" he winked.
"I don't know, I wasn't allowed to kiss Mark back," I shifted, uncomfortable. "I gotta get changed."
After making an excuse to get away, I quickly hurried to my dressing room.
"So, how did it go?" Lauren rubbed her hands, eager for info.
"Ain't you supposed to be on set?"
"I gotta break," she shrugged.
"Oh. Well, he slipped me the tongue, proper went all out. The director said it was that good we didn't need to shoot it again and afterwards he asked if I thought he was better than Mark. It was really awkward so I just told him I gotta get changed and rushed here."
"What did you say to him?"
"I said I wasn't allowed to kiss Mark back so I didn't know."
"See, I told you something was gonna happen," Lauren stuck her tongue out.
"How? I only see Mark and Misha on set, I mean, in the studio, so when's something gonna happen, huh?" I questioned her.
"Maybe one day you'll be here after you have a late shoot or everyone will go for a drink and -"
"Or we'll be sat on our own and our eyes will catch and . . ." I stopped.
"And?" Lauren raised an eyebrow, urging me on.
"That's it," I mumbled quietly.
"You've thought about this, haven't you?"
"What?! Of course not, don't be stupid," I laughed, guiltily.
"I knew it! You've totally thought about it!" Lauren cried.
"Thought about what?" Mark leant against the open door frame.
"What are you doing in here? We could have been naked," Lauren teased him.
"I'm not inside," Mark said, looking at the door frame in front of his feet. "And I was hoping." Mark looked at me. "Gee Mark, that's not obvious," I said, sarcastically.
"Now, now, I know you hope to see me naked one day," Mark winked at me, and Lauren's earlier words ranng through his head.
"Is it that obvious?" I teased.
"You're in a good mood," he smiled.
"And it's even better now that you're here," I joked.
"You know how I like to see you smile, I've said it before."
"I bet you wanna make her smile as well," Lauren said and I looked at her with a deathly stare.
"I wouldn't say no," Mark shrugged.
I looked from Lauren to Mark. "Excuse me?"
"I said I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to make you smile," he repeated.
"Mark, shut up," I laughed, embarrassed.
"You're getting embarrassed, does that mean you have a little bit of a crush on me too?" Mark quoted me from earlier and started to believe what Lauren had said; he felt really happy.
"I'm not answering that," I shook my head, laughing.
"You know you've got competition, Sheppard," Lauren smirked.
"Who? Misha? I ain't afraid of him," Mark replied.
"Hello, don't I get a say in this?" I asked.
"I know you like me more so you don't need a say, darlin'."
"You're a cheeky fucker, ain't ya?" I cried at Mark.
"I'm a fucker alright, but not a cheeky one. I'm a good one," Mark stood straight.
"Yeah okay, if you say so," I rolled my eyes.
"I'll prove it," he winked.
"I'll pass."
"One day," Mark nodded his head.
"Mark," I said his name and when he looked at me, I said, "get back to work."
"I'll leave you ladies to talk about me then," Mark winked and left.
When he walked out the door, he stopped round the corner, waiting for me and Lauren to resume talking.
"Can you believe him? He's so sure of himself," I laughed, amazed.
Lauren looked at me. "I told you, he so wants you."
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him back but," I took a deep breath.
"You want Misha too."
I nodded. "But he's married and I'd feel guilty going with Mark if a part of me still likes Misha and there's a small chance Misha would want me too."
"Which he does."
"But enough to have an affair? I can't ask him for that. But if they do like me as much as they make me think, then I'd wish they'd do something about it, you know, prove it."
Mark thought, again, of what Lauren said and, now he knew that I liked him too, and heard me say I wanted one of them to make a move, that was the signal he had been waiting for.