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You awoke with a start to the bleary, cheerful tone of your phone’s alarm. A loud groan escaped your lips as you dropped your throbbing head back onto the pillow with a thud. Pulling your arm out from under your warm covers, you proceeded to blindly fumble through the used tissues and the empty bottle of nasal spray until you felt your fingers brush the loud, vibrating, source of annoyance. With a heave you rolled onto your back and grimaced as the bright light from your phone’s screen washed over your face as you opened up a new text message.

‘Sorry guys, looks like Jensen’s team wins this one. I’m out.’

Your phone gave a cheery trill to inform you that your message had been sent and you promptly threw it onto the other side of your bed before pulling the covers up. You had no doubt that the crew had already braced themselves for the likelihood of you calling in sick today. Yesterday’s memories swam through your mind before you drifted off into a deep sleep.

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‘You know, the pale and pasty look kind of suits you.’

You tilted your stiffening neck in the direction of your best friend who was watching you closely while playfully balancing on the edge of the nearest chair. Much to your makeup artist’s dismay, no amount of foundation or blush seemed to be helping your deteriorating appearance.

‘Really brings out the eyes.’

You shot Misha an unimpressed look as you reached for a tissue to loudly blow your nose one. You saw your makeup artist scowl and mutter something under her breath as she went to retrieve the facial foundation once more.

‘Nice. Real smooth there Casanova!’ You heard Jensen call from across the room where he was getting himself ready for his next scene.

You saw a wide grin spread across Misha’s face.

‘I’m here to please!’ Misha playfully shot back.

You let out a small chuckle before a tired sigh escaped your lips. Glancing up you caught Jared’s concerned gaze in the reflection of his mirror while having his hair brushed into place. You felt the beginning of a smile tug at the corner of your lips at the thought of how amazed the fans would be if they knew just exactly how much time went into getting his hair looking so “luscious”, as you liked to call it.

‘I know, I know.’ You muttered as you saw him open his mouth to say something as you tried to subdue the looming headache by pinching the bridge of your nose. ‘Edward Cullen himself would be envious of my pale state.’

Misha let out a chuckle as he got out of his chair to give your shoulders a rub. You let out a content sigh as he worked on your aching muscles.

‘Always the clown even when on your deathbed.’ He gave your shoulders a final squeeze before leaning in close to kiss you lightly on your freshly powdered forehead. In the mirror you saw your makeup artist throw her hands up in exasperation and storm out to the coffee room.

‘Doooon’t…!’ you groaned, pulling away and wiping your forehead dramatically. ‘I’m all gross and sweaty…’

‘Oh really..?!’

You let out a small squeal of laughter as Misha lunged at you. Too tired to move, it took him no time to pin your arms down to your side and proceed to come at you with his tongue hanging out, threatening to lick the full side of your face.

‘Oh please!’

Both you and Misha glanced up to see Sebastian leaning against the doorway finishing off an apple.

‘No wonder she isn’t feeling well, what with you heavy breathing in her face like that.’

With a playful smirk and a roll of his eyes Misha plopped back into his seat.

Tossing his apple core in the bin, Sebastian wiped his hands on his jeans as he walked towards you before placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You closed your eyes with a small sigh, enjoying the cool sensation of his touch against you, the faint trace of apple still lingering in the air.

‘Ma chérie, you really are burning up! How about you call it a day and head on home to rest.’

‘You know as well as I do how tight we are for time. With this season being so close to the end, I can’t afford to be sick.’ You groaned.

‘And besides…’ Misha chirped in. ‘She has a full day of shooting with me tomorrow, even a possible kissing scene if all goes according to schedule, and who knows if she will ever overcome the devastation if she misses out on that!’

You laughed as Misha suggestively winked at you, but his teasing was cut short by a sudden onset of sneezes that shook your body.

’50 bucks she doesn’t make it in tomorrow.’ You heard Jensen call out with a mischievous look in his eyes.

’50 bucks she does! She wouldn’t dare miss out on getting a piece of this.’

You all laughed as Misha struck a provocative pose.

‘I’m afraid my money goes on her not making it in tomorrow.’ Jarred shrugged apologetically.

You caught some of the crewmembers that had been floating about mutter their thoughts. A few of them headed towards Jensen to hand in their half of the bet.

‘Oh ye of little faith!’ Misha cried out dramatically upon seeing the amount of bets placed against him.

‘I swear you boys will place bets on anything these days.’ Sebastian muttered while shaking his head. ‘Come on love, I’ll take you home.
Don’t worry about telling the big shots, I’ll let them know.’

With a small, defeated nod you went to stand up when suddenly a firm, warm hand was placed upon your shoulder. You looked up to see Misha standing beside you.

‘That’s alright, I’ve got her.’ Although there was still a smile upon his face, the usual spark of playfulness had left his eyes and had been replaced by one of unwavering determination instead.

‘I insist.’ Came Sebastian’s firm reply as he helped you up and out of your seat. ‘Besides, don’t you have a scene to shoot?’

‘I’m sure it can wait.’ You felt Misha lightly take hold of your hand.

Briefly you cast your gaze down to his hand protectively holding yours and felt the faintest of flutters begin to stir in the pit of your stomach. Most days you would have secretly taken a moment to enjoy the closeness between you two, but by the way both of them had locked their gaze on one another, you knew today wasn’t going to be one of those days.

‘You know what a tight schedule we are sitting on Misha…’ Sebastian trailed off, taking a hold of your arm.

’20 minutes out of their day won’t hurt.’ Misha replied back curtly, tightening his grip on your hand.

‘Wouldn’t want to test them now would we…’ Stated Sebastian, taking a protective step towards you.

‘I’ll take my chances.’ Misha retaliated, his face inches away from Sebastian’s.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jared and Jenson cast each other a look.

‘Alright boys enough!’ You shook both of them loose and let out a sigh.

‘He is right Mish.’ You turned around to face your favourite fallen angel. ‘We are on a tight schedule. Stay here and keep the beast under control until I’m back. I’m sure it is nothing more than a head cold. I’ll see you in the morning.’
You reached up on your toes and placed a light kiss on the frown that was beginning to form on your best friend’s forehead.

‘See you all later.’ You called out, lifting your bag up off the floor.

‘Ready to go?’ You asked Sebastian as you finished waving to some of the crew.

‘With pleasure.’ He replied, throwing his one arm lazily across your shoulder and casting a smug look back at a scolding Misha.

‘Don’t you go and gloat now.’ You huffed as he led you out the room. You felt his body move against yours as he let out a faint chuckle.
The last thing you saw as you cast your gaze back before rounding the corner was the crestfallen look on your best friend’s face.

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Your eyes flew open and you lay awake still and tense in your bed. Silence surrounded you, but something had woken you from your sleep. You let out a sigh, not realising that you had been holding your breath. Perhaps this flu of yours was affecting you more than you realised. You were about to reach over to grab the bottle of water you had placed by the side of your bed when you heard a noise and froze. Flu or not you definitely heard something coming from your kitchen. Aching body forgotten, you hastily slid out from under your covers and reached under your bed. Trembling slightly, you fumbled until you felt your hands land on the smooth wooden surface of the baseball bat. When Misha had given it to you last year as an early Christmas present all you did was scoff. He knew full well that you had no interest in the game and so the next logical explanation was that he expected you to use this piece of sporting equipment as a weapon.

‘Don’t you scoff at me young lady!’ He had playfully reprimanded you. ‘You’ll thank me when you have to fight off a heard Supernatural crazed pubescent teenage boys clambering at your window.’

You remember laughing at the idea and stating that the chances of having to use it on Zombies would be more likely.

‘Same thing.’ He had laughed.

Gripping your weapon tightly in your hands, you made a mental note to thank him later and stealthily made it down your flight of stairs and towards the kitchen without a sound. Your mind raced at the thought of who might of broken in. Only a few people had the keys to your house, one of whom was probably sulking on set this very moment. You cursed yourself for having left your mobile in your room and tightened your grip around your weapon at the thought of having to fight your way across the kitchen to reach the phone hanging on the other side of the room. Holding your breath you carefully peered around the corner to see two feet sticking out from underneath the open fridge door. Your heart leapt into your throat. A hungry, derange Supernatural fan? Your muscles tensed as you took a step out from your hiding spot and readied yourself for the dash to the phone. Suddenly the fridge door swung shut and both you and your intruder jumped in surprise at the sight of each other. For a split second you saw your own shock reflected on his face before he clutched onto your kitchen bench and doubled over with laughter.

‘Misha!!!’ you shrieked, nearly dropping the heavy bat on your toes. ‘What the hell are you doing here?!’

‘Proving the use of last years Christmas present to you obviously!’ You heard him gasp, still shaking with laughter.

With your heartbeat almost back to normal you let your body relax out of it’s tense stance.

‘God you gave me a heart attack! I thought you were some deranged psychopath making himself a snack in my bloody kitchen! I was certain I was going to be next.’

Wiping away a tear of laughter, you watched as a giant grin spread across your best friend’s face as he crossed his arms and lent his hip against the bench.

‘Now honestly, who would be so mad as to dare take on this cute little warrior?’

You felt a hot blush spread across your cheeks as he blatantly eyed you up, causing you to cast your glance downwards.

‘Oh!’ you gasped, trying to pull your favourite large T-shirt down to cover some of your exposed legs. Thank God you were wearing underwear, although you doubted that the boy-short style left much to the imagination. Somewhere along the line you had also managed to lose a sock and with your one hand trying to keep your modesty in tack, you dropped the bat and proceeded to try and tame your wild hair with the other.

Misha let out a chuckle before pushing himself off the counter and walking towards you.

‘No need for that my warrior princess.’ In one swift, dizzying move he had you cradled in his arms.

‘So much for modesty…’ You mumbled bashfully to yourself. You shyly cast your gaze up to see him grinning down at you.

‘Alright back to bed!’ And with the he began to walk towards the staircase.

‘What are you doing here anyway?’ You asked him as you subtly tried to keep your top from rising up your legs. ‘Weren’t you scheduled on all day today?’

‘I was, but someone...’ He drew out while casting a smile down at you. ‘Had to go and get sick. Couldn’t have possibly done the scene by myself and besides, I needed time to regain my dignity after that bet I lost.’

‘Sorry about that…’ You mumbled against his chest. ‘I bet the boys let you know all about it.’

He chuckled. ‘They sure did, but it was worth it just to see the look on Sebastian’s face as they gave me the rest of the day off and pushed his scene forward. He was all packed and ready to come and check up on you.’

You shook your head with a smile when you saw the look of triumph spread across his face.

‘Hey don’t you shake your head at me missy! Remember I’m the one with all the power here.’ And with that he playfully pretended to lose his footing and drop you.

‘Don’t you dare!’ You shrieked, clinging on to him tighter. ‘I swear to God if you drop me Misha…!’
You cast your gaze from the looming floor back up to his face when you realised that he had fallen silent upon your threat. There staring back at you weren’t the mischievous eyes of your best friend, but rather the steady, piercing look of someone just as close to you heart.

‘I would never let you fall…’ He muttered gruffly in a voice you knew all to well from your days working together.

‘Oh God…’ You chuckled, resting your face against his chest as he began the climb up your staircase.

‘And if I should…’

‘Don’t! Don’t you say it!’ You threatened, pulling your head back to look him straight in the eye, your finger pointing accusingly. His fallen angel composure was starting to crack and the beginning of a grin was threatening to spread across his face.

‘I shall grip you tight and raise you frrroooom…’

And with that you dramatically threw your head back, cutting him off midsentence, and let out a loud groan that followed you both all the way up the staircase with his laughter trailing joyfully behind.

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You awoke with a start to the bleary, cheerful tone of your phone’s alarm. A loud groan escaped your lips as you dropped your throbbing head back onto the pillow with a thud. Pulling your arm out from under your warm covers, you proceeded to blindly fumble through the used tissues and the empty bottle of nasal spray until you felt your fingers brush the loud, vibrating, source of annoyance. With a heave you rolled onto your back and grimaced as the bright light from your phone’s screen washed over your face as you opened up a new text message.

‘Sorry guys, looks like Jensen’s team wins this one. I’m out.’

Your phone gave a cheery trill to inform you that your message had been sent and you promptly threw it onto the other side of your bed before pulling the covers up. You had no doubt that the crew had already braced themselves for the likelihood of you calling in sick today. Yesterday’s memories swam through your mind before you drifted off into a deep sleep.

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‘You know, the pale and pasty look kind of suits you.’

You tilted your stiffening neck in the direction of your best friend who was watching you closely while playfully balancing on the edge of the nearest chair. Much to your makeup artist’s dismay, no amount of foundation or blush seemed to be helping your deteriorating appearance.

‘Really brings out the eyes.’

You shot Misha an unimpressed look as you reached for a tissue to loudly blow your nose one. You saw your makeup artist scowl and mutter something under her breath as she went to retrieve the facial foundation once more.

‘Nice. Real smooth there Casanova!’ You heard Jensen call from across the room where he was getting himself ready for his next scene.

You saw a wide grin spread across Misha’s face.

‘I’m here to please!’ Misha playfully shot back.

You let out a small chuckle before a tired sigh escaped your lips. Glancing up you caught Jared’s concerned gaze in the reflection of his mirror while having his hair brushed into place. You felt the beginning of a smile tug at the corner of your lips at the thought of how amazed the fans would be if they knew just exactly how much time went into getting his hair looking so “luscious”, as you liked to call it.

‘I know, I know.’ You muttered as you saw him open his mouth to say something as you tried to subdue the looming headache by pinching the bridge of your nose. ‘Edward Cullen himself would be envious of my pale state.’

Misha let out a chuckle as he got out of his chair to give your shoulders a rub. You let out a content sigh as he worked on your aching muscles.

‘Always the clown even when on your deathbed.’ He gave your shoulders a final squeeze before leaning in close to kiss you lightly on your freshly powdered forehead. In the mirror you saw your makeup artist throw her hands up in exasperation and storm out to the coffee room.

‘Doooon’t…!’ you groaned, pulling away and wiping your forehead dramatically. ‘I’m all gross and sweaty…’

‘Oh really..?!’

You let out a small squeal of laughter as Misha lunged at you. Too tired to move, it took him no time to pin your arms down to your side and proceed to come at you with his tongue hanging out, threatening to lick the full side of your face.

‘Oh please!’

Both you and Misha glanced up to see Sebastian leaning against the doorway finishing off an apple.

‘No wonder she isn’t feeling well, what with you heavy breathing in her face like that.’

With a playful smirk and a roll of his eyes Misha plopped back into his seat.

Tossing his apple core in the bin, Sebastian wiped his hands on his jeans as he walked towards you before placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You closed your eyes with a small sigh, enjoying the cool sensation of his touch against you, the faint trace of apple still lingering in the air.

‘Ma chérie, you really are burning up! How about you call it a day and head on home to rest.’

‘You know as well as I do how tight we are for time. With this season being so close to the end, I can’t afford to be sick.’ You groaned.

‘And besides…’ Misha chirped in. ‘She has a full day of shooting with me tomorrow, even a possible kissing scene if all goes according to schedule, and who knows if she will ever overcome the devastation if she misses out on that!’

You laughed as Misha suggestively winked at you, but his teasing was cut short by a sudden onset of sneezes that shook your body.

’50 bucks she doesn’t make it in tomorrow.’ You heard Jensen call out with a mischievous look in his eyes.

’50 bucks she does! She wouldn’t dare miss out on getting a piece of this.’

You all laughed as Misha struck a provocative pose.

‘I’m afraid my money goes on her not making it in tomorrow.’ Jarred shrugged apologetically.

You caught some of the crewmembers that had been floating about mutter their thoughts. A few of them headed towards Jensen to hand in their half of the bet.

‘Oh ye of little faith!’ Misha cried out dramatically upon seeing the amount of bets placed against him.

‘I swear you boys will place bets on anything these days.’ Sebastian muttered while shaking his head. ‘Come on love, I’ll take you home.
Don’t worry about telling the big shots, I’ll let them know.’

With a small, defeated nod you went to stand up when suddenly a firm, warm hand was placed upon your shoulder. You looked up to see Misha standing beside you.

‘That’s alright, I’ve got her.’ Although there was still a smile upon his face, the usual spark of playfulness had left his eyes and had been replaced by one of unwavering determination instead.

‘I insist.’ Came Sebastian’s firm reply as he helped you up and out of your seat. ‘Besides, don’t you have a scene to shoot?’

‘I’m sure it can wait.’ You felt Misha lightly take hold of your hand.

Briefly you cast your gaze down to his hand protectively holding yours and felt the faintest of flutters begin to stir in the pit of your stomach. Most days you would have secretly taken a moment to enjoy the closeness between you two, but by the way both of them had locked their gaze on one another, you knew today wasn’t going to be one of those days.

‘You know what a tight schedule we are sitting on Misha…’ Sebastian trailed off, taking a hold of your arm.

’20 minutes out of their day won’t hurt.’ Misha replied back curtly, tightening his grip on your hand.

‘Wouldn’t want to test them now would we…’ Stated Sebastian, taking a protective step towards you.

‘I’ll take my chances.’ Misha retaliated, his face inches away from Sebastian’s.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jared and Jenson cast each other a look.

‘Alright boys enough!’ You shook both of them loose and let out a sigh.

‘He is right Mish.’ You turned around to face your favourite fallen angel. ‘We are on a tight schedule. Stay here and keep the beast under control until I’m back. I’m sure it is nothing more than a head cold. I’ll see you in the morning.’
You reached up on your toes and placed a light kiss on the frown that was beginning to form on your best friend’s forehead.

‘See you all later.’ You called out, lifting your bag up off the floor.

‘Ready to go?’ You asked Sebastian as you finished waving to some of the crew.

‘With pleasure.’ He replied, throwing his one arm lazily across your shoulder and casting a smug look back at a scolding Misha.

‘Don’t you go and gloat now.’ You huffed as he led you out the room. You felt his body move against yours as he let out a faint chuckle.
The last thing you saw as you cast your gaze back before rounding the corner was the crestfallen look on your best friend’s face.

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Your eyes flew open and you lay awake still and tense in your bed. Silence surrounded you, but something had woken you from your sleep. You let out a sigh, not realising that you had been holding your breath. Perhaps this flu of yours was affecting you more than you realised. You were about to reach over to grab the bottle of water you had placed by the side of your bed when you heard a noise and froze. Flu or not you definitely heard something coming from your kitchen. Aching body forgotten, you hastily slid out from under your covers and reached under your bed. Trembling slightly, you fumbled until you felt your hands land on the smooth wooden surface of the baseball bat. When Misha had given it to you last year as an early Christmas present all you did was scoff. He knew full well that you had no interest in the game and so the next logical explanation was that he expected you to use this piece of sporting equipment as a weapon.

‘Don’t you scoff at me young lady!’ He had playfully reprimanded you. ‘You’ll thank me when you have to fight off a heard Supernatural crazed pubescent teenage boys clambering at your window.’

You remember laughing at the idea and stating that the chances of having to use it on Zombies would be more likely.

‘Same thing.’ He had laughed.

Gripping your weapon tightly in your hands, you made a mental note to thank him later and stealthily made it down your flight of stairs and towards the kitchen without a sound. Your mind raced at the thought of who might of broken in. Only a few people had the keys to your house, one of whom was probably sulking on set this very moment. You cursed yourself for having left your mobile in your room and tightened your grip around your weapon at the thought of having to fight your way across the kitchen to reach the phone hanging on the other side of the room. Holding your breath you carefully peered around the corner to see two feet sticking out from underneath the open fridge door. Your heart leapt into your throat. A hungry, derange Supernatural fan? Your muscles tensed as you took a step out from your hiding spot and readied yourself for the dash to the phone. Suddenly the fridge door swung shut and both you and your intruder jumped in surprise at the sight of each other. For a split second you saw your own shock reflected on his face before he clutched onto your kitchen bench and doubled over with laughter.

‘Misha!!!’ you shrieked, nearly dropping the heavy bat on your toes. ‘What the hell are you doing here?!’

‘Proving the use of last years Christmas present to you obviously!’ You heard him gasp, still shaking with laughter.

With your heartbeat almost back to normal you let your body relax out of it’s tense stance.

‘God you gave me a heart attack! I thought you were some deranged psychopath making himself a snack in my bloody kitchen! I was certain I was going to be next.’

Wiping away a tear of laughter, you watched as a giant grin spread across your best friend’s face as he crossed his arms and lent his hip against the bench.

‘Now honestly, who would be so mad as to dare take on this cute little warrior?’

You felt a hot blush spread across your cheeks as he blatantly eyed you up, causing you to cast your glance downwards.

‘Oh!’ you gasped, trying to pull your favourite large T-shirt down to cover some of your exposed legs. Thank God you were wearing underwear, although you doubted that the boy-short style left much to the imagination. Somewhere along the line you had also managed to lose a sock and with your one hand trying to keep your modesty in tack, you dropped the bat and proceeded to try and tame your wild hair with the other.

Misha let out a chuckle before pushing himself off the counter and walking towards you.

‘No need for that my warrior princess.’ In one swift, dizzying move he had you cradled in his arms.

‘So much for modesty…’ You mumbled bashfully to yourself. You shyly cast your gaze up to see him grinning down at you.

‘Alright back to bed!’ And with the he began to walk towards the staircase.

‘What are you doing here anyway?’ You asked him as you subtly tried to keep your top from rising up your legs. ‘Weren’t you scheduled on all day today?’

‘I was, but someone...’ He drew out while casting a smile down at you. ‘Had to go and get sick. Couldn’t have possibly done the scene by myself and besides, I needed time to regain my dignity after that bet I lost.’

‘Sorry about that…’ You mumbled against his chest. ‘I bet the boys let you know all about it.’

He chuckled. ‘They sure did, but it was worth it just to see the look on Sebastian’s face as they gave me the rest of the day off and pushed his scene forward. He was all packed and ready to come and check up on you.’

You shook your head with a smile when you saw the look of triumph spread across his face.

‘Hey don’t you shake your head at me missy! Remember I’m the one with all the power here.’ And with that he playfully pretended to lose his footing and drop you.

‘Don’t you dare!’ You shrieked, clinging on to him tighter. ‘I swear to God if you drop me Misha…!’
You cast your gaze from the looming floor back up to his face when you realised that he had fallen silent upon your threat. There staring back at you weren’t the mischievous eyes of your best friend, but rather the steady, piercing look of someone just as close to you heart.

‘I would never let you fall…’ He muttered gruffly in a voice you knew all to well from your days working together.

‘Oh God…’ You chuckled, resting your face against his chest as he began the climb up your staircase.

‘And if I should…’

‘Don’t! Don’t you say it!’ You threatened, pulling your head back to look him straight in the eye, your finger pointing accusingly. His fallen angel composure was starting to crack and the beginning of a grin was threatening to spread across his face.

‘I shall grip you tight and raise you frrroooom…’

And with that you dramatically threw your head back, cutting him off midsentence, and let out a loud groan that followed you both all the way up the staircase with his laughter trailing joyfully behind.