I let out a sigh of relief as Scott opened the front door, both of us walking into our apartment. "God, it feels so good to be back," I muttered, setting my bag down.

"You can say that again," Scott agreed, setting his bags beside mine. We knew without words that all of the unpacking would be left till tomorrow.

Scott moved to the fridge, smiling as he saw that there was still beer in the fridge. "Is it bad yet?" I asked, moving to the kitchen counter.

"Nope," my boyfriend replied, before handing me one as well, once he had popped it open. "Any good mail?"

I sighed, glancing at the large package. "All junk, bills and work."

Scott groaned as he wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I hate that you have to work while I don't," he muttered.

"I know," I agreed, leaning back into him. "But it comes with the job description." Reaching to intertwine his fingers with my own, I closed my eyes, muttering, "At least I can stay here. Next big meeting is here in LA."

"Thank God for that," he agreed, before gently kissing my neck. "Don't think I could have you gone until filming starts."

I hummed in agreement, muttering, "Me neither." I knew it would be hard, but I had been comfortable when preparing for Ten Inch Hero, Scott just staying with me while I sketched. And I had a feeling the same would thing would happen now this time.

He hummed softly, starting to sway as he held me tighter. I giggled, my smile growing as I asked, "What are you doing?"

"Dancing with the love of my life," he replied, and I could feel his wide grin on my neck. "What does it look like?

My laughter grew as the sway grew, and I didn't stop him as Scott spun me around, making me face him. His arms stayed around my waist, and mine moved to his neck, Scott moving us around the kitchen.

"Are you going to do this every time we get back?" I asked him teasingly.

"Maybe," he replied, perking up. "I didn't think about that before!"

I laughed louder, resting my head against his shoulder. ""I love you," I said softly.

"I love you too," he replied, pulling me tighter to him.

-/~~\-

Scott stepped into the cafe, looking around the setting. He smiled as he saw Betty at one of the tables, moving over to her. "Hey," she greeted, standing to hug him. "I'm so glad we could do this."

"Me too," Scott agreed, sitting across from her.

She glanced at the door, frowning her eyebrows. "Where's Mitch?"

Scott sighed. "He's already working on the next season of Supernatural."

Betty gasped, "He's working already? When is filming starting?"

"A month," Scott told her, not happy about it. Summer had felt so short already. "We both kinda hate that he has to work, but it happens."

"Yeah, sadly," Betty agreed.

"He did really want to come though," Scott added. "Felt so bad."

"Oh, he doesn't need to feel bad!" Betty insisted. "I'll call him, and tell him next time he's free, I'll clear my schedule."

Scott smiled, nodding. "That sounds perfect."

"So, want to order lunch?" Betty questioned.

"Yeah, I could eat anything right now," Scott replied, smiling.

-/~~\-

I cursed, setting my pencil and sketchbook aside. "No, no, this isn't right....."

I knew I probably looked like a mess right now. Scott and I had gotten home three days ago, and after a nice night of...relaxing, I had opened the package from Avi, and started reading through the scripts right away. I had gotten through the first few, and decided to sketch what was coming to mind before moving on to the other scripts.

And well, that had been two hours ago. I didn't know what had changed, but I had finished three other scripts, and sketches almost all of Kirstin's sketches, but Scott was just giving me issues.

My bangs were tied up out of my face, held up with two...or was it three pins? I had one of Scott's shirts on, one of my favorite pair of shorts, and I was almost positive I had charcoal marks all over me. I was sitting on the floor, surrounded by the scripts, some open some closed, most of my pencils and erasers, and balled up papers from my failed attempts for Dean's hair and makeup.

Stretching, I grabbed one of the farther away scripts, flipping to the last page of that script. My eyes darted over my notes and the lines as I muttered, "No, no, no, where was it?"

I froze and looked up as the door to the apartment opened, Scott stepping inside.

He stopped as he saw me, his jaw dropped. "Mitchie, what happened?"

I stumbled to stand, narrowing my eyes at my boyfriend. "Get over here," I snarled.

"Mitch, I have groceries to put away," he said, looking worried as he set the bags on the counter. I followed him, not caring. I needed to look at him to get the sketch right.

"I know, just-" He turned to me, placing his hands on my waist.

"What is going on?" he questioned.

I placed my finger on his lips. "Shh." His eyes grew wider as I looked over him.

I had Scott's face memorized, every freckle, every line, every curve. But apparently, I didn't, because nothing was coming to me for his role as Dean.
Slowly looked over his face, I could see him do the same to me, the worry in him growing. After a moment of silence, he asked quietly, "Mitch, what's going on?"

"I...nothing is coming to me for Dean," I told him, meeting his eyes. "And it's driving me insane!"

Scott chuckled, letting out a breath of relief. "Well, I think I can help with that."

"You think?" I asked, hoping.

Scott nodded, his smile growing. "Yes, I can. But first, there are frozens I need to put away."

Pouting, I stepped back. "Fine."

He laughed again, moving back to the groceries. "Jeez, I wasn't even gone two and a half hours, Mitchie."

"I just fell into it, okay?" I cried. "Samantha came super easy, like a flash, but Dean...Dean is going to kill me!"

"Dean is not going to kill you," Scott replied, rolling his eyes as he closed the freezer, turning to me. Cupping my cheeks gently, he said, "If anything, Dean loves you as much as I do."

"As much?" I repeated.

"Okay, I love you more, of course," Scott replied, rolling his eyes. "But Dean would not kill you, that I promise."

I sighed, looking into his eyes. "Fine."

Kissing the tip of my nose, Scott smiled. "Now, let's talk about those sketches."

-/~~\-

I gnawed slowly on my lip, flipping through the script in front of me. Scott had helped me figure it all out a few days ago, then told me all about his lunch with Betty. I did feel bad I couldn't be there, but hearing she still wanted to see me was a relief. I did miss her.

Glancing up as I heard the water in the bathroom start, I smiled. Scott had insisted neither of us leave the bed, until I had mentioned the movie that was out that we both wanted to see. Then, well, he was up and about. Made breakfast, cleaned it all up while I showered, and now I had the chance to start on the final script in my pile. I was taking it slower, because luckily, the next meeting had been pushed back.

Making another note, I glanced to my phone as it vibrated. I smiled as I saw that it was Spencer that was texting me, opening my phone. "Hey, Mitch" he had sent.

"Well well, the one and only Doctor Reid is texting now!" I replied, giggling. "Are pigs flying?"

Looking back to the script, it only took a moment for him to reply. "Very funny. I just hoped texting would be easier for you. Does not mean I like it."

I rolled my eyes, typing quickly, "Is this your hatred for technology speaking?"

"No!" He told me, making me laugh out loud.

"Whatever you say, Special Agent," I texted.

"Just Spencer, Mitch. So, how's work?"

"Better," I said, typing quickly. "Almost finished with the scripts Avi sent me."

"That's great!" Spencer replied. "I'm sure they're perfect."

"Well thank you :)"

"You are more than welcome," he replied.

I smiled, typing quickly, asking, "How's work for you?"

"Tiring and busy," he sent moments later. "Like always."

"Well you can pull through it, like always," I told him, hoping it would make him feel a little better.

I looked up as Scott opened the door to the bathroom, poking his head through, his eyebrows furrowed. "Where's the body wash?" he questioned.

Laughing, I stood from the bed. "I told you I used it all in my shower."

"And you didn't replace it?" he asked.

"Well I would, if I knew where you put the new bottle," I said, moving towards him.

Scott looked away from me, his confusion growing. "Crap."

I laughed louder this time. "Did you forget where you put it?"

"Shut up," Scott said, moving and giving me a quick kiss before closing the bathroom door again.