"This is great! A real movie set!" Amie said excitedly to Sam as Dean ate food from the snack table.
"Why're you so excited?" Sam chuckled, raising his eyebrows.
As Amie watched a director rush past she muttered, "When I was younger I wanted to be an actress."
"Really?" Dean asked. "I didn't know that."
"Sure," she grinned, looking at him happily. "I always used to imagine leaving this all behind and becoming famous or something. Is that Tara Benchley?"
"Where?!" Dean whipped around, looking at the famous actress. "Oh man, I'm a huge fan. The amount of dreams I had where she was ju-"
"Dean, I'm just gonna remind you your girlfriend is stood… right here," Sam reminded Dean, putting his hands on her shoulders. She smiled, amused, as Dean wrapped his arms round her and placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek.
"Hello, PAs? If I see you slacking one more time you'll all be off of this set. Now each of you, get to work," the producer said sternly.
Dean let Amie go and winked at her before rushing over to the director.
"This case might actually be fun," Amie said with a smile at Sam, rushing over to the actor she had been assigned.
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"You're one hell of a P.A," the director said, smiling at Dean, who had just saved his life. The ghosts had been defeated, the writer stopped; the case was over.
"Don't mention it," Dean grinned charmingly, waving his hand. "All in the job description."
"Is there anything I can do for you? Just name it and it'll happen."
Dean hesitated… he could think of nothing better. "Now that you mention it, there is something…"
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Amie sat down on the bed in the cabin, the springs creaking beneath her. She was wearing small shorts and a spaghetti strap vest.
"Sure is good to finally be able to rest," she sighed aloud.
Suddenly the floor boards creaked and something invisible ripped into her, slicing open her stomach. Amie screamed, holding her stomach as blood poured all over the bed, red and thick. Amie convulsed, shrieking, then suddenly falling still and silent.
"Cut!" The director shouted, and Amie sprung up from the bed. "She was awful," he whispered to Dean as Sam high fived her.
"I know," Dean mumbled back. "Cheers for this… she's so happy."
"Anything for my favourite P.A."
Amie turned to look at Dean. "Dean, did you see? I'm in a movie! I'm an actress!" She shouted, running at Dean and leaping into his arms. She kissed his face repeatedly.
"I know baby! You're a star," he laughed loudly, spinning her around. She was ecstatic, and he had caused that… he wished she could be this happy all the time.