Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<live a little> (jensen x reader)

Summary: Jensen seems to be a little tense after the last scene of the season, so you insist that you and the boys go blow off some steam at a club you saw not far from the show cite.

*smut warning*

You sighed, lifting a hand to shield your eyes from the rays of light that flooded through the shades of your trailer. Normally when you were busy shooting, you spent the nights nestled in the trailer, watching shows, mostly supernatural while you read over your lines. You were always shocked at how well you slept on the nights of some scenes. Today you were having a kissing scene with Jared. When you two had first received the scripts and looked them over, you shared disgusted looks and even more nervous laughs. You and Jared had become close friends ever since you joined the show, which was about two and a half years ago, bordering on three. You were introduced as a Hunter during the whole leviathan uprising. When you got the scripts you joked to each other about how disgusting the scene was going to be. You tried to complain to Jensen about it but when he received the script as well he shut you down and left to study his lines. You found this odd, of course, because you and Jensen were also really close. Normally you two would go over the lines together and have a fun time doing it. Studying your lines together consisted of you and Jensen reading the lines that weren't yours with the worst impressions ever, and then laughing like a bunch of idiots. But when you went to him to joke about yours and Jared's kissing scene he scoffed and walked off.

You sighed. You slept well despite the anxiety of your scene and the worry you had about Jensen's attitude. You groaned and kicked the covers off, pulling them off of your feet. You slipped an arm under you to push yourself up and to your feet. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. Thankfully it hadn't turned into a ratty mess. You groaned and glanced around the trailer. You stared over at your phone and the script beside it on the small table beside the window. You sighed and walked over, stepping over a pair of old pants to reach the table. You reached out to grab your phone, clicking on the little button on the side to turn it on. Thankfully you had a few hours to spare and go after lines since you were supposed to be in the makeup trailer by 10 and shooting at 11. It was only 8 so it gave you time to do some revising and all that jazz. You swiped up on the screen and unlocked your phone, tapping on the little chats button to see if the boys were up.

You texted Misha first, since he and you were normally the first up compared to Jared and Jensen. Misha replied back with 'on my way to go get prettied up'. You scoffed. It was like the guy just couldn't help himself. Next you texted Jared, then swiped out of the conversation to text Jensen. You stared at the text you sent him yesterday, still on read. You sighed. Your trailer was in between his and Jared's, he had to know he had to talk to you at some point. And you were finishing the episode today, so he would literally have to face you. You shrugged and opened the text, pressing your thumbs into the keys.

'Hey, you up? Wondering if you'd want to go over some lines before shooting'
You waited for a moment, hoping that maybe he would open the text. Suddenly the text shifted and the little grey letters reading 'Read' appeared below the text. You let out a relieved sigh, biting on the skin around your finger nails as the little bubbles popped up on the screen while Jensen texted back.
'Rehearse with Jared'
You dropped your hand, your jaw tightening as you clenched your teeth together. What stick was up his ass lately? You shook your head and thumbed the words on your keypad.
'Is something wrong dude? You've been a little dry lately.'
You stared down at your phone, sliding away the text from Jared as Jensen's word bubbles popped back up. You walked over to the small dresser draws under the tv, setting your phone down, screen up as you pulled out a drawer. You reached in and grabbed a pair of sweatpants, quickly slipping them on. The phone vibrated against the dresser. You reached up, tapping against the dimming screen to light it back up. You peered up at the text as you pulled out a shirt.
'Fine.'