Role.

Seventeen.

SMUT SMUT SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. To my dearest friend Haley, who is reading this, I'm sorry if I scar you for life.

I then sat down in between Jared and Jensen, while Mish' sat beside Jared. Mark was positioned on the other side of Jensen.

"So, I have a few questions. Let's start with Mark." The interviewer began. She was wearing a nice office skirt and blouse. She had dark red hair that was clearly died, hooped earrings, and piercing green eyes.

"What is your favourite part of being Crowley?"

"The fact that I get to play a bad guy, who secretly wants to be good as well. You know? I get the mysterious character who the audience doesn't know if he's going to betray the Winchesters or be a friend to them."

She moved onto Jensen. "What characteristics do you think you've picked up from Dean since season one?" She asked.

"Probably the cockiness. At first, I was really chill, but now there's sass everywhere."

My turn. "Since you started working with Supernatural a few mere months ago, have you picked any character traits from Ariana, and what's your favourite part of working as her?" She asked.

I paused to collect my thoughts. "I'd say that the favourite part of working as her character would be the fact that I get to play this bad ass girl who has potential to be a major role model for girls out there. She was suicidal in the beginning as seen but found a box in her old room, tracked down her father for a week, came in guns blazing, chopped off a vampires head within the first fifteen minutes and then just fit right in with the Winchester family as if she had been there all along."

"And the character traits?" She asked.

I looked at Misha, and he nodded. "I'd have to say, the character trait I picked up was her taste in men."

"Any reason why you say this?" She looked from Misha to myself. I looked at the video camera, recording our every move and sentence.

"Misha and I have been dating for around two weeks now. That's why I say that."

She looked at Misha and I shocked. "That's... A bit of an age gap."

"Twenty two years to be exact. It doesn't make a difference." Misha added.

Soon the interview was over, pictures were taken and off we went.

Misha took me out to the empty drive in where we went on my birthday.

We laid on the hood of the car and watched the sun go down. We didn't have to work he next day seeing as our scenes were done. Misha's fingers were tangled with my own and I could sense him staring at me.

I looked over at him and cocked an eyebrow in question. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you're beautiful."

"Pfft, bull shit." I said turning back to the stars.

"I think I've rubbed off on you. You've developed quite the mouth."

"Meh." I looked and searched for the Big Dipper. You couldn't see stars in the city. It was impossible.

Misha started to kiss my jawline and wrap his free hand around my waist. I felt my stomach tingle.

He then worked his was to my neck. The radio played Andy Grammar's Honey I'm Good in the background.

I let out a soft moan as he kissed my abdomen. Maybe I was ready tonight?

I looked into his blue eyes and kissed his lips. He went to pull back but I kissed him harder.

My tongue licked his bottom lip and he then grabbed me and held my bridle style as he set me in the tent he had set up. I laid down on the sleeping bags he placed out earlier. He zipped the tent and proceeded to kiss me.