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We open on Sam Winchester, Castiel, and [Original Female Character] crossing a connivence store parking lot to meet up with Dean Winchester
OFC: -looks over the Hunter and his beloved- I can't decide who's hotter, him or the car.
CAS: Dean is.
SAM: -sideeyes-
Characters come to a standstill
CAS: An automobile's engine can reach temperatures far exceeding that of a human but this vehicle is currently not running. Also, even at rest a human being's temperature sits at an average of 98.6 degrees. So naturally if a human creates its own heat, being "warm blooded" makes the argument that any human being would inherently be considered hotter than any machine.
SAM: -claps Cas on the shoulder laughing- Yeeeah Cas. Can't argue with that. -walks out of shot-
MISHA/Cas: -breaks script, does NOT break character- Plus he's just really fucking hot.
Actress/OFC: I know right. But that is one sweet car.
CAS: That's one sweet hunk of humanity though.
OFC: The car though, honestly I just want to lick it.
CAS: I want to lick him.
OFC: Maybe you could lick him while you're in the car.
CAS: Or on top of it.
OFC: -chuckles and stares Cas up and down- Think about this often, do ya?
CAS: So often. You know angels don't require sleep.
OFC: That must be frustrating...
CAS: So frustrating. He's so beautiful when he sleeps...
OFC: Cas, you know what you gotta do right?
MISHA/Cas: -looks on with concerned confusion, trying not to lose it to a giggle fit-
OFC: -deadpans- Ya gotta jump him. If this goes on much longer I don't think even an angel can contain that amount of "pressure" if you "understand my reference"
CAS: So you're saying that I need to have intercourse with Dean for my own safety?
OFC: And his.
CAS: How would this help D-
OFC: You're over thinking. Go to him Cas.
MISHA/Cas: -runs to Jensen and drags him into the backseat of the impala, both laughing-
Actress/OFC: -turns to the cameraman- Did you get all that?
Camera Operator: Yep
Actress/OFC: My work here is done. Make sure that ends up on the gag reel. I don't even need to be paid for my time. Later. -highfives Jared on the way out-
Jared: -laughing hysterically- that was awesome. Guys, she's hilarious.
Jared: -turns toward Impala with tears streaming- Guys? She set you up so good. Misha that improv was... so..
Jared: -stops laughing, clears throat unnaturally loudly- Uh, guys?
Jared: -turns heel and walks away-
[END SCENE]