Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Jensen Ackles Imagine

Let's see how long I can stay calm.

(This isn't an episode, I just came up with it. It has nothing to do with the plot for season eleven, but follows the lines of it. Basically, this is just an episode I made that doesn't mess with the actual season plot but follows it. And the actors, they're not real except for our beloved Jensen, Jared, and Misha. Don't forget Mark, either. And to make things easier, Daneel and Jensen split up. Don't hate me, it's just for this. Btw, contains lots of mature language.)

"Urgh!"

You threw the script across the room, your eyes pits of hell.

"Let's do this!" You rolled your shoulder and began your lines. The director often laughed at how violent you were when you got fired up, but that wasn't your fault. Technically, it was from all the godforsaken pranks that came one after another. Every day.

"It's said that this," you held up the prop key. "can lead anywhere. Take you to any place." Misha Collins sat on his throne, his eyes resembling yours for the scene. "Anywhere I want? Let's say, just perhaps," he got up and strolled in a circle around you, picking at an angel blade that originally belonged to Cas. "I want to get into a place that's warded—" you side-stepped him, the blade diving through air. "Is impossible. The only chances of you going to some place that is warded is that if you have insiders." Misha straightened, laughing at something behind you. "Cut!"

You turned around and saw Jared, your face dropping. "I was fired up! I was on a roll, asshole!" You pushed him, emitting laughter from the crew and cast. Jensen walked out, stretching. "Alright, let's—what happened?" He asked, staring right at you then Misha and then Jared. "Gag reel season 11!" Jared laughed and you shoved him one last time before going back, preparing yourself. "Is impossible. The only chances of you going to some place that is warded is that if you have insiders." Misha huffed and sat back down on his throne, toying the knife fondly. "And do you, say, have a solution to me getting in there?" Your eyes flitted open and close, where your eyes would later be full black and back to normal from editing.

"Sir—" a background guest ran in, looking at you both before slinking back. "Never mind." Misha shut the doors before he could do anything. "What was so important that you disrupt me?" The guest demon gulped and opened his mouth to speak. "Too late." Misha snapped his fingers and the guy dropped flat on the floor, his head peeking up. "Am I out of the shot?" The crew said yes and take five. "Good job, Misha." You said as you passed him to get some snacks. It was hard for you to act on an empty stomach. "Season 11—" you kicked Jared in the knee, sending him toppling over. "Shit!" A camera guy cheered as everyone tried to hide their laughs. "I got it on camera!" A smile graced your lips as you stood above him. "Season 11 gag reel, baby." Jared stuck his tongue out at you and you followed. "It's on!" You waved your hands. "Prepare to bow down to the Queen of Hell!"

Jensen laughed from beside Misha, sending Misha into a fit. "Queen of Hell? What does that mean!" You turned around and saluted. "Nothing, sweetie!" Then you turned back around and went to your trailer. You were going to be sticking around for quite awhile. And, the Queen of Hell thing, you read further in the script than Misha apparently. "[Y/N]!" The director waltzed in, looking at some papers. "In scene 17—oh, you busy?" You slowly sat the croissant down on the platter of other croissants and motioned for him to continue, wiping your mouth. "Oh no, no! What about scene 17?" The director nodded slowly before continuing, your eyes trained intently on the people acting like retards behind him. "...switch it up to Misha getting stabbed and you beating up Jensen and Jared..." As if on cue, both boys outside your window did high kicks, Jared falling over and holding his hamstring. Jensen just did it again, bowing afterwards before dragging Jared away.