Dream Shots

"Jared.", you pounded on the hotel room door a second time. "Are you awake? Open the door."

You had been working as Jared's personal assistant for almost six months now and today it was your responsibility to make sure he got his sexy ass out of his hotel room in the morning to show up at the convention. You'd be lying if you said you didn't wanna climb him like the tree that he is. But, you had kept it under wraps, even from him, since you worked together.

He called you 'my boss lady' because you were in charge of everything he did when he wasn't taking time off at home from filming and appearances. You really had to keep him focused sometimes when he had to get somewhere. He was like an easily distracted child and as much as you loved how much he loved meeting and talking to his fans, sometimes you had to usher him along so he wasn't late. It had gained you a small following of haters, but you had higher ups to answer to. You went everywhere with him, and you didn't take anybody's shit when it came to your moose. Yeah, everyone called him 'moose', but to you, he was 'my moose' since you were in charge of his schedules and took care of him.

You had to get to his hotel room early to make sure he got breakfast and showed up on time, considering he liked to putter around for a while, sometimes a couple of hours, before diving into a busy day. He always wanted to enjoy some mellow time before heading out, maybe watch the sun rise with a cup of coffee on the balcony. He really wasn't a demanding person either. He was extremely sweet and didn't expect much of you. He honestly treated you more like a helpful friend than his assistant. It was fitting since the two of you had started acting more like friends not too long ago.

Just a couple months earlier, you were on location while shooting the show in a very cold and snowy area in Canada.

You dragged yourself out of your own bed inside of your trailer at 4 o'clock in the morning. You only brushed your teeth and rewrapped your ponytail before barely bothering to throw on jeans and a sweatshirt, then your snow boots and huge, puffy, arctic coat with fur trim. You headed to the catering truck to get Jared some coffee and a couple hard boiled eggs. He would get himself more food later, but the guy needed some protein and iron first thing to help wake him up.

You gently put the eggs in your coat pocket and grabbed a paper cup to get coffee.

"Hey, sweetheart, mornin'", Jensen beamed at you, grabbing a bagel and a packet of cream cheese from the spread of food.

You blinked at him, your face blank, "Hey, Jensen."

A mischievous grin crept across his face as you grabbed a lid for the cup, "Someone needs a wake up hug, huh?", he asked.

You huffed out a sleepy laugh while pressing the lid on, "No, I'm good. Thanks."

"No, coooome oooon...", his tone was deep as he set down his food and took the cup from your hand, placing it on the table as you let out a scoff in protest.

Before you could say anything, he bent his knees and locked his arms over yours at your sides, he lifted your feet off the ground as you groaned. He started bouncing, shaking and jostling you around, making you giggle.

"Gotta get that blood moving, so we shake it up.", he laughed.

"Oh, no!", you exclaimed suddenly.

He set you down quickly, hands resting on your arms. His face was concerned, "What? What's wrong?"

"The eggs."

His brows furrowed, "Eggs?"

You reached into your pocket and started pulling out crumbled bits of yellow and white along with jagged fragments of shell.

"Ew.", Jensen scrunched up his nose.

You stomped your foot, "Fuck, Jensen!"

He chuckled quietly, "At least they weren't raw."

You glared at him.

"Here, take mine.", he started shrugging out of his coat.

"You can't be without a coat in these temps. I'll deal with it.", you countered.

He shook his head, "No, no. I got another one in my trailer." He took your coat once you took it off and he held it between his thighs so that he could help you into his own coat. "I'll have Maria make sure this gets cleaned today, okay?" He held up your coat slightly and grinned.

"Thanks, Jensen.", you smiled.

"You're welcome. Hey...", he patted your arm, "looks like the hug worked. You're awake now."

You chortled, "No, I think it was the frustration of the egg mess."

He pulled the corners of his mouth down and hitched his head to one side quickly, "Ehn, either way, I helped." He beamed at you before taking your coat, his bagel and cream cheese and heading off. "See ya."

"Thank you.", you smiled after him and he waved.

You got more eggs, carrying them and the coffee in your cold hands this time. Shit, Jensen had your gloves in your coat. Whatever. You headed to Jared's trailer. You set the coffee down on the ground and went to knock on the door, but Jared opened it before you could. He was fully dressed and going to head out the door. He greeted you while you bent over to pick up the coffee. "Oh, (Y/N). Morning, hon.", he smiled.

"Heyyy.", you said softly and returned his smile, handing him the cup and eggs. "I can't believe you're already up and ready."

He sighed, "Yeah, woke up too early on my own. Oh, thank you." He took the coffee and eggs, your fingers touching his as he did. "Jesus. Your hands are freezing, where are your gloves?" He narrowed his eyes, "Is that Jensen's coat? Come inside for a second." He walked back up the steps to let you in.

You went up the stairs and closed the tiny door behind you, "Jensen smashed eggs in my coat pocket giving me a wake up hug. He gave me his coat and took mine to make sure it gets cleaned and my gloves are in it."

He chuckled as he set down the items on the small counter near him. "Nice. You gotta get more awake before he spots you. Remember when he made you drop your phone, breaking it?"

You both laughed and you answered, "Yeah."

"C'mere.", he grabbed your hands, surprising you as he cupped his own around them. He huffed a long, warm breath into them. You blinked quickly, your stomach fluttering. He pulled his head back and rubbed your hands between his. "Here.", he then cupped your hands on either side of his neck and covered them with his own, "This always works for me. Necks are always so warm.", he grinned down at you.

You smiled shyly as you started to feel the pins and needles followed by warmth returning to your fingers while looking into his eyes. 'Don't. Don't fall for him, (Y/N). You can't. This is work.' Why did he have to be so fucking nice?

He took your hands in his and rubbed them again, having felt the change, "Better?"

You nodded, "Thank you."

"I'm gonna text Jensen and tell him to bring your gloves.", he grabbed his phone off the counter and tapped the screen. He set it down and asked as he started to peel an egg into a small trash can, "So, what's on the docket today, boss?"

After he had eaten and brushed his teeth, he went to the makeup trailer. While he was getting his makeup done, you had to go tell him they were almost ready for him to film a scene. You peeked your head in the door, "Five minutes, Jared."

"Okay.", he answered. As you went to shut the door he almost shouted, "Hey!"

You peeked your head in again, "Yeah?"

"You got somewhere to be?"

"No, not until you're ready."

"Come hang out."

Jensen wasn't up for any scenes yet, so he was just hanging out in his own makeup chair, distracting Jared.

You nodded and came into the trailer, sitting on a counter between each end of the trailer, behind the chairs, listening to the makeup girl, Steph, Jensen and Jared joke and banter, laughing yourself occasionally.

You looked at your phone, "One minute."

Steph stated, "I need two."

You shook your head, your voice flat, "You've got one." You really weren't a bitch, but you had to be stern with all these goofballs that comprised the crew on this show or shit didn't get done. You liked to have fun too, but always kept your eye on the clock.

"My boss lady's strict, Steph. Make it happen.", his reflection grinned and winked at you in the mirror.

"Doesn't help that you two goons keep messing around.", you returned, "She can't work on your face if you keep looking at Jensen and laughing hysterically, nerd."

He hung his head in playful shame, then smiled, "You're right. Sorry, Steph. And go!" He sat up, stiffening and holding his position and face like a statue.

You now pressed your ear against the hotel door, leaning on it to see if you could hear the shower running, nothing. You heard his footsteps fast approaching and before you could push your hands off the door, he swung it open swiftly.

You fell forward, trying to grasp anything you could, Jared trying to catch you by the arms without success. Your hands were flailing before they slid down Jared's front, grazing his groin and making him jerk back a little, letting out a quiet grunt. You finally managed to grip his jeans at his shins to stop yourself in a very awkard position, like your were doing some impromptu cobra yoga pose.

As you started to put your hands on the floor and bring your knees in underneath you, he quickly started to help you up by your arms, "God, hon. You okay?"

You sighed, standing. "Yeah. Thank you."

He stepped back to let you in. "You could at least come in before copping a feel.", he joked, chuckling.

You walked past him, blushing, "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"Not a big deal." He shook his head at your back and closed the door as you walked into the room.

You turned to face him, smacking your forehead, "Shit! I forgot your coffee!" You headed for the door again and he stepped in front of you, blocking you.

He put his hands on your shoulders and turned you, "I already called room service. It'll be up in a minute. Sit." He pushed your towards the small dining table against the wall and you did as you were told. "I can see you've been running yourself ragged on this tour. Sit down for 10 minutes... or an hour. We don't have to be there for another hour and a half anyway."

You sighed heavily, "Okay."

He smiled down at you just as there was a knock on the door. He answered it and it was room service with coffee and breakfast. Once he sat, he poured you both a cup and you thanked him. He put a plate of eggs and bacon from the tray in front of you.

You both ate quickly while chatting and when you were finished, he asked, "You getting any sleep?"

"Yeah.", you took a sip of coffee.

His eyes narrowed, "How much?"

"Maybe four or five hours a night.", you shrugged, a little ashamed.

He titled his head at you, looking worried.

"I have to use the bathroom.", you stood, trying to avoid any further conversation on the matter.

Once you washed your hands and came out, Jared was standing in front of his chair at the table now, hands in his pockets, watching you as you walked over towards the table.

You spoke as you neared your seat, reaching in your back pocket and taking out your phone, "So, why don't we go over today's schedule?"

He reached over and gently took your phone from your hand and set it on the table, "Can you just relax for a minute?"

You looked up at him only for a moment, his expression thoughtful and concerned before he took a step towards you.

One step for him was like two for you and you shuffled backwards, bumping into the wall behind you, staring at how his t-shirt strained against his chest right in front of you.

He reached out and slid a hand against your jaw, his warm breath carressing the top of your forehead; he was so close, his body barely brushing yours. He murmured, "You work too hard to take care of me... so strict... You need to loosen up a bit,", he stroked the curled fingers of his other hand up and down your stomach a couple of times and you took in a sharp breath, feeling a heat rising low in your belly.  "Relax...", he urged quietly.  "Let me take care of you for once." He kissed your forhead and you closed your eyes, your heart racing. He lifted your chin and looked into your eyes before kissing you softly, his tongue gentle against yours.

He lifted you against him quickly and took you to the bed. In a blur of shed and tossed clothing, hungry kisses and pleasured sounds of anticipation, you both settled into each other as he entered you slowly. You got lost in his loving presence as his name fell from your lips in blissful rapture. He showered you with praises of how amazing you made him feel before bringing you to release and giving you his own.

You rested with your head against his chest, a spent heap on top of him, panting. He brushed the hair off your face with gentle fingertips. "How ya doin' now, honey?"

"So... tired.", you managed.

He chuckled, "I gotta shower. It's almost time to leave. You get some sleep." He kissed your head, then started to slide you off of him.

"No,", you tried to perk up, barely lifting your head after he settled you on your stomach and pulled up the covers over most of your back, "I need to get ready too."

"Nope!", he countered, leaning over to kiss your shoulder. "I'm calling you in sick so you can catch up on your sleep." He rolled over and got up, heading for the bathroom. "Something with a short run, 'cause I wanna take you out on a date tonight."

It didn't take much to convince you with how tired you were. "Whatever you say, boss.", you mumbled before your head thumped back down on the bed.

He chuckled before closing the bathroom door.