baritonechick:

All in Good Fun

A/N: Random thing I decided to write. 😛

You took a step forward, a blade in hand and pressing it against a demon’s throat. He gasped beneath you, attempting to escape but finding it futile.

The knife goes right through his heart. Orange sparks flood through the now lifeless body and burn out.

You wipe a stray hair aside from your face and stand up to face Sam and Dean.

“That’s the last one. Let’s get out of here,” Dean says, moving toward the door.

The moment you look at Gabriel to say your line you start laughing.

“Cut!”

You cover your eyes with your hands, laughing off the face Richard was making at you.

“Sheesh, you really got to get your acting together, Y/n,” Jared teases, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You wipe fake tears from your eyes in mock of the other actors.

“I hate you guys,” you groan and look over at a smirking Speight, “Especially you!”

Rich feigns a surprised look, pointing a finger at his chest. “Me? I have done nothing wrong.”

You roll your eyes, steadying yourself in the position you needed to be to redo the clip.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road for real.”

“…and action!”

You burst out into laughter once again.

“Cut!”

Your knees hit the floor in defeat and you surrender the rest of your body to the hard surface.

“I give up,” you call, covering your face to hide the redness of your cheeks. The whole situation was too funny and embarassing to handle.

“I guess I can stop making faces at Y/n. I was simply embracing my inner Gabriel,” Richard’s voice says from a few feet away.

You remove the hands from your vision to see him suddenly hovering above you. He offers out an arm to help you up which you gladly take.

Once you’re standing, you dust off your clothes and warily watch Rich.

“You are the embodiment of Gabriel, don’t even get me started, Speight.”

Rich simply rolls his eyes, the small hint of a genuine smile playing on the rim of his lips.