****Jenna's POV****

"God dammit! JENSEN!" I could hear Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki snickering from outside my trailer on the set of Supernatural. I had played one little "harmless" prank on the boys and it had started a whole war. Their latest antic had been filling my trailer up with what had to be around 400 dolls. They knew how much dolls-for lack of a better phrase- gave me the hibee jibees. I looked out the window, Jensen and Jared were both about to piss themselves laughing.

"Seriously, Jared you're in on this too?" I asked not really surprised at all.

"Sorry baby DOLL," he said emphasizing the word doll making Jensen laugh even harder," I just couldn't pass up the opportunity." He said wiping a tear from his eye. I had to admit my reaction had been kinda hilarious. Just picture me walking calmly to my trailer in my little hunter outfit for the show, looking all tough, and then I walk into my trailer and scream for a good minute because it is lined with one of my worst nightmares.

I rolled my eyes at the two "brothers" "Don't think I won't get you back for this." Jared and Jensen held up their hands with mock fear. "Yeah, you better be afraid." I said smiling a little. I walked over to the door and hopped out onto the pavement.

"Aw you no we only pick on you cuz you're the youngest" Jensen said pulling me into a headlock and messing my hair up with his knuckle."

"Yeah thanks for that." I said giving him a death stare while I fixed my extremely hard to manage curly-ish brown hair. "Besides Jared's only 3 years older than me." I stuck my tongue out at both of them.

"Which makes me 8 years older than you" Jensen said smirking at me

"Oh whatever" I said "Now go clean up." I told them using my best mom voice, and I pointed my trailer full of hellish creatures.

"Like hell we will!" Jensen yelled. "Run Jared, Run!"

"Later!" Jared yelled before making an "amazing" get away. That boy ran liek he was on stilts, which actually wouldn't surprise me.

I sighed laughing at how immature they were even though they constantly reminded me that they were older than me.I guess a girl shoudl take that as a compliment. Most women were begging to be younger. I looked at my trailer thinking of all the creepy dolls I had to clear out of there. I heard footsteps and looked over to see my cast mate Misha walking out of the studio looking full on Cas. He was reading over some lines to himself.

"Miiiiishaaaaa!" I called out to him; he looked up at me and smiled. I gestured for him to come over by me. I looked back in my trailer to see if the dolls had somehow magically disappeared. Of course, they hadn't. We weren't really in Supernatural. By the time my head popped back out of my trailer, Misha was standing right next to me.

"Yeesss?" He asked, cocking his head to right slightly. I just pointed to the inside of my trailer. He peered around me and peeked inside. "Ohh creepy dolls." he winced "Jensen?"

"and Jared."I finished. "I need you to help me get them out. I can't do it alone; they freak me out too much"

"Why should I help?" He asked jokingly.

"Because you're my partner in crime and I asked oh so nicely" I said batting my eyelids.

"Okay fine." He said. We went inside together and borrowed two huge empty trash cans from our awesome janitor. We began putting doll after doll inside of them. We ended up having to get two more trash cans because there were so many.

"Where did they even get so many dolls?" Misha asked while we were walking back to my trailer.

"Online probably. Being a well-payed actor does have it's perks" I said winking at him. We got back to the trailer and started picking up the dolls again, of course, we ended up throwing the soft ones at each other and had a war.

"You know maybe you wouldn't be so afraid of dolls if you didn't watch so many horror movies." Misha said while we finished picking up the last few dolls.

"Are you saying you wanna ditch our horror movie marathon nights?" I asked staring at him blankly before I plopped down onto the futon in my trailer.

"Oh of course not," he said laying down next to me ," I would never suggest something like that!" I chuckled. We lay there for awhile staring at my yellow ceiling. Yes, I painted the ceiling yellow, don't judge.

"I should ditch Amy so I can get home in time to make it to the party." Amy was my character on Supernatural. A human girl who had Cas as a Guardian Angel before Dean went to hell. Amy became a hunter/researcher and a regular on the show after Cas asked for her help on a tough case.

"Then why don't you?" Misha asked waving his arms like he was making snow angel in his trench coat.

"'Cuz I don't wanna get up!"I whined. I sat up and then I fell right back down again. "See! I physically can't get up." I pouted. Misha burst out laughing. Eventually I got up, kicked Misha out, and changed into some sweat pants and tank top. I walked to my car and put the keys in the ignition. One of my conditions before joining the show was that they let me drive myself everywhere. A lot of actors had special drivers so the wouldn't get mauled by paparazzi. We were offered that on the CW, but I absolutely refused. I liked the freedom of driving myself.

I headed home and when I got there my pet husky, Misty, was waiting for me.
"Hi baby! C'mere!" I said as she charged towards me and jumped up on top of me. She was so big she could stand on her hind legs and almost be taller than me. She licked my face, happy that I was home. I went up to my larger than life room. Sometimes it still felt weird that I was a celebrity and I could afford all this shit that I didn't need, but had it thrown at me anyway.

Misty followed me up to my room and laid down on the bed. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes. Her eyes kinda reminded me of Misha's. I have to admit Misha does have pretty eyes...for a complete idiot of course. I looked over at Misty longingly. I would kill to just climb in bed and watch TV for the rest of the night.

Sadly, I couldn't. I changed into a simple black dress with an open back that was short in the front and got longer in the back. I put on some simple tan wedges and some bronze jewelry. I skipped down the stairs to my kitchen and poured myself a glass of apple juice. I looked over at the clock. 6:00. The dinner party was in an hour, but I loved being fashionably late.

I walked around my counter into the living room connected my kitchen. I plopped myself down on the couch and turned on the TV. Supernatural was on, but I didn't feel like watching it considering I had just spent the entire day in the World of Winchesters as I like to call it. I flipped through the channels looking for something interesting. I stopped on a channel that had some reruns of Castle playing.

That's when I heard a weird noise coming from the kitchen. It sounds like a weird groaning noise. Like someone was dying. I walked into my kitchen and furrowed my brow. What was making that noise? I followed the noise to the fridge. It sounded like it was coming from there, but I wasn't sure. I opened the door and looked inside. Everything seemed normal, but it was still making weird noises. I ignored it for now, hoping it wasn't huge problem that needed to be dealt with right away because I was almost too late.

I finally left the house around 6:45. I took about a half- hour to get to the place where the dinner party was being held. I checked my rear-view mirror. It was early spring so it was just starting to get dark outside. I started my car and began to drive.