Role.

Seven.

(A/N: Okay, so just saying, Emily is going to be mostly referred to as Veronica Issac from now on.)

Jensen, Jared and I were going to meet up with Misha today to travel on the plane to Toronto Ontario. I already sorted out getting my stuff from my mom. We're driving down to Picton and snag my clothes and my stuff. I Jensen seemed overly excited to see my house.

"So tell me about your home town." He asked from the passengers seat.

"It's not much but all of my friends are from Belleville. There's Kristie, my boss and my friend, Haley, the girl who fainted upon sight of you, Danette who you've met, Lilian who's obsessed with Star Wars and loves food, and my two dorky friends, Alex and Jon Ross. They're brothers. I have a pony names Magoo at Kristies house that I barrel race all the time with." My voice trailed off. I was going to have to pay a pretty penny to get Magoo to Vancouver.

"You ride?" Jared asked.

"Yeah." I smirked.

"I know a nice place you could board him outside of town. My friends own it." Jensen said. "And I'll help you out with transportation." Could this guy read my mind?

"You sure?" I asked shyly.

"I'll help out too." Jared smiled. God, I've known these guys for a minimal amount of time, and they're already classified as my best friends. I feel bad for Misha. Apparently they didn't talk to him for the first three months of filming thinking they'd just kill him off the show. Apparently not. But here I am, chatting with Jensen and Jared only knowing Jensen for about a month and Jared almost a week now and acting like we've known each other since I was singing Hannah Montana songs in my bedroom while watching Family channel.

"Mind if we meet this pony of yours?" Jensen asked smirking. I knew he could ride. I saw videos of him as a teenager.

"I'll have to ask Kristie. She owns the farm and everything."

"Okay." Jared pulled into a parking lot and I saw a familiar face. Misha Collins. I must've looked like I was going to explode. HOLY SHIT.

"Dude, you okay?" Jensen asked chuckling.

"Not really. I'm a big fan. I might spontaneously combust. If I do anything stupid, please help me out of the situation." I squeaked.

"I'll try." He laughed and Jared shook his head. Misha walked over to the car and opened the back door.

"Hey guys." He said and plopped his bag down in between us. He looked at me and tilted his head. I'm going to die. Help. My. Poor. Soul.

"You must be, Emily." He lent over his hand. Jesus Christ.

I nodded and shook his hand. "H-Hi." I stuttered.

"Glad to finally meet you. God you look a lot like Jensen. You sure your not his kid?"

"Positive." I nervously laughed.

"Dude, she's not my kid. I am positive I'd know if she was."

"Not according to Dean." Jared giggled as he pulled onto the street. Jensen grumbled something and hit Jared. Jared just laughed and continued to drive.

So here I was. In a Tim Hortons drive thru with Misha Collins beside me. Holy shit. I have been a minion for a very long time. I've done GISHWISHes and I've favorited every one of his tweets. Jensen must've sensed that I was internally freaking out because he started to break the silence by putting in a CD.

Panic at the Disco's song This is Gospel rang through the speakers. I knew the song very well. Jared and Misha sang along with me while Jensen recorded our goofiness.