Supernatural one shots

Uh, surprise? (Pt. 5 to early morning) (SPN x Reader)

Your eyebrows shot up, a mischievous smile dawning on your lips. You turned the corner, looking at the boys , both of them acting out the scene. "Maybe I could be of some help, boys." You improvised, Sam/Jared and Dean/Jensen snapping their gazes to you. Sam's eyebrows furrowed as he glared, pointing a gun at you.

"Whoa, easy big guy. I come in peace." You chuckle, holding your hands up in surrender.

"Who are you?" Sam snaps, stepping cautiously over to you.

"And how did you get in here?" Dean snarled, aiming his gun at you, too.

"Oh, you know," you look down to your fingers, seemingly becoming interested in your nail bed. "Picked the lock, hid for awhile, yadda, yadda, yadda."

"You gonna tell us your name or are you gonna make us torture it out of you." Dean growled, unsure if to put his gun down or not. He glanced her over, taking in her short stature, her brown hair that laid over her shoulder, to her attire.

You lock your gaze on him, sending him a wink. "Easy, Winchesters." You purr, "the name's Rosalyn de Russo. I'm here to help." Sam and Dean look at you in shock, dropping their weapons.

"And...cut!" Bobby called, signaling for them to stop the cameras.

"What're you doing here?!" Jared squealed, picking you up in a swinging hug as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I couldn't let y'all miss me for to long." You chirp, as he sets you down. "So, you'll be seeing me every day now." You smile knowingly, walking over to Jensen and giving him a hug.

"Hey sweetheart." He greets, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

"What do you mean, every day?"

"As in, I work with you guys." You grin, placing your hands on your hips. You watched Jared's features grow in excitement, letting out a girlish squeal.

"No freaking way! When did you even audition?" He asks, swinging you around in another hug.

"I technically didn't." You laugh out, Jared finally placing you back on the floor, curious about what you meant. "Bobby just wanted me to stop at the studio and come talk to him. When I asked, he said he saw enough this past weekend and well, here I am." You shrug, crossing your arms, a "it is what it is" expressing donning on your features.

"Does everyone else know yet?" Jensen asked, sitting down on the table top, swinging one leg back and forth as he fiddled with the prop beer.

"No, but they will eventually." You state, playing with one of the prop guns, checking the chamber and taking the bullet out, then taking the clip out, slipping the fake bullets out, then taking apart the gun.

"You're an ass." Jensen chuckled, picking picking up on of the bullets. "That was one of my gun."

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I'm not a complete ass." Laying out all the parts to the gun, you reload the clip quickly and set it down on the table in a flash. Picking up the gun, you instantly start putting it together, faster than the boys probably could.  When you were done, you slid the clip back in and pulled back the barrel, a bullet going into the chamber. You looked back at the boys, shrugging once more.
"What?"

"How did you learn to that?" Jared asked, a little surprised.

"And so quickly?" Jensen added, takin his gun back from you.
"My dad was army. He taught me since I was a kid, among other things of course."  You confess, taking a seat.

"Are you guys done are you gonna keep chatting film time away?!" Bob yelled, catching the three of y'all's attention.

"Sorry!"