Don’t Tell My Wife - Part 1
Characters - Reader, Patrick Dempsey, Ellen Pompeo, Justin Chambers, Kevin McKidd, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Richard Speight Jr.
Warnings - Fluff, drinking, flirting, future affair. Word count - 2.4k. Summary - You were happy on Grey’s Anatomy, you felt at home there but when a guest role on Supernatural is offered you’d be a fool to say no. When the guest role becomes a more permanent thing, your relationship with your co-star Jensen Ackles develops too, into something it really shouldn’t.
A/N - So ... just a quick heads up characters mentioned not from the cast of supernatural will be the cast of Grey’s Anatomy, if you don’t watch the show it doesn’t matter at all just see them as ocs unless you’d like to google it’s completely up to you and your reading preference.
“That won’t work Derek and you know it, it was a stupid idea and you shouldn’t have ever roped me in, if you’ll excuse me, I have to tell a woman her son will not be making it off the table.” Ripping off your scrub cap you turned on your heel walking out of the shot.
Behind you, the rest of the scene played out Patrick acting everything out perfectly.
“Cut!” The director shouted across the small room. “That was perfect! I love working with you two, always means I can go home early.” She smiled at you. “Take ten and we’ll crack on with this afternoon shall we?”
Walking back to your trailer it still hadn’t fully sunk in how lucky you are even after all these years. Acting was hard, getting a break in acting harder however you seemed to be one of the lucky ones. All your previous roles had been at home in England until you made the move to LA. Grey’s Anatomy had been one of your favourite shows for years, so when you got cast as Doctor Lily Grey a long-lost sister of the main character you felt like you’d actually made it somewhere in life.
“Y/N!” Ellen shouted running to catch up to you.
“Yeah?” Spinning around to face her.
“Meeting.”
“Since when do we have a meeting at a quarter to four?”
“Since now.” She shrugged walking back towards set next to you.
“You know you play my sister you’re not actually my sister.”
“Sometimes I feel like I am.” She stopped walking her hand on your back ushering you towards the closed door to one of the operating room setups.
“Why are we here? What’s happened to the conference room?”
“Nothing, just open it and go in.”
“Are you going to kill me?” Laughing you turned to face her.
“Just go on.” Rolling her eyes she gave you a small push.
Opening the door the room was pitch black, stepping in the room the lights flicked on, the whole cast and crew stood in front of you, party poppers went off as everyone shouted “Happy Birthday!”
“Guys!” Smiling at them you were pulled into a group hug.
The afternoon was spent eating snacks and cake with the cast and crew before rushing home to get ready for the surprise meal and drinks Ellen had planned for you.
-
Walking into the restaurant the table was covered in pink and black glitter, matching balloons floated above the table. “Happy Birthday!” Everyone shouted raising their glasses, a glass of champagne handed to you by Patrick Dempsey.
“Happy Birthday darling.” He whispered kissing your cheek. “Enjoy tonight.”
“Thanks, I will.”
Hours ticked by as you ate and drank with your friends, drinking maybe a little too much.
Staggering outside the warm LA air not doing much to warm you up, wrapping your arms around your waist you waited for the stragglers to follow you out.
“Y/N! You left your coat inside.” Justin Chambers walked toward you your leather jacket in hand.
“Thanks, babe.” Taking it from him you struggled to put it on, staggering away from Justin your back collided with something solid.
“Oof.” Someone huffed behind you.
Turning around you finally got your arm in the sleeve. “I’m so sorry.” Pulling your sleeve down, looking up you took a step back. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” The man smiled down at you.
Your brain finally caught up with your eyes, you’d fallen into the chest of Jensen Ackles. “You’re Dean Winchester, oh God you’re so pretty.”
“You’re Lily Grey, you’re pretty too.”
“I’m so sorry.” Apologising again you tried to sound as sober as you could but couldn’t help but grin at him.
“Y/N.” Justin walked towards you. “You good?”
“Mhm fine.” You watched over Justin’s shoulder as the rest of the group practically fell out of the bar door. “Mr Dean, Jensen, I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologising.” He laughed, his hand reaching out grabbing your bicep he steadied you. “Have you had a good night?”
“So fun.”
“Good.” Smiling down at you his eyes crinkled as he let you go.
Kevin McKidd walked towards you plonking a tiara on your head and kissing your cheek.
“Is it your birthday?” Jensen asked. Nodding your eyes shifted to the two men who had stopped next to Jensen. “Y/N, this is Jared and Misha.”
“Hi.” You waved at them despite how close you were to them.
“Y/N! Where’s Y/N?” Ellen called from the main group of drunk tv Doctors.
“She’s here!” Jared called raising a hand giving her a wave.
“Oh my God.” She sighed walking towards you. “I’m sorry.” She took your hand properly looking at the men in front of her. “You’re the guys from Supernatural.”
“Yeah, we are.” Jensen nodded with a smile.
“Y/N, come on!” Kevin called waving you toward him.
Turning you tried to walk towards him, Ellen quickly pulled you back. “Hey, no, you’ll end up coming home at seven am again.”
“Mhm okay.”
“Cabs are here!” Someone from the group called.
“Okay, so we’re going, enjoy the rest of your night.”
“Bye Mr Dean, Castiel and Sammy!” Waving at them Justin wrapped his arm around your waist walking you towards the taxi.
-
With each blink, the pounding in your head intensified. A glass of water sat on your bedside table half drunk with a bottle of aspirin and a note.
‘I’ll explain everything you’re fuzzy on, take a few pills, drink up, I’m on the couch.’
After reading Justin’s drunkenly scrawled note you threw your arm over your eyes trying to block out the light. “Justin?” Calling out your voice cracked.
Your bedroom door opened, Justin walked in 2 cups of coffee in his hands. “How’re you feeling?” He handed you a cup of coffee.
“Like I was hit by a truck.” Sighing you rested back against the pillows.
“Give me a few.” Justin put his coffee cup on the empty bedside table leaving you alone in bed. You listened to him shuffling around in the kitchen. “Here.” He walked back in with a pizza box in his hands.
“Oh thank God!” Grabbing a slice you sat back, Derek, your Dachshund jumped up on your bed staring at you wide-eyed. Taking a picture of your coffee cup on your bed you uploaded it to Instagram, thanking your friends for last night.
“Did you feed him?” Asking him you stroked Derek’s fur as he nuzzled against your side sniffing at the pizza crust in your hand.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Thanks.” Taking another bite of the crust you gave the rest to Derek. “I don’t know why you put up with me.”
“I just do.”
“You seriously slept on the couch?”
“Yeah, I’m in the same state you’re in.” Justin groaned falling back next to you.
“Someone should have cut us off.”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “You were funny though.”
“What?” Why? What did I do?” You sat up looking at him.
“We ran into the guys from Supernatural.”
“What?”
“You walked straight into Jensen Ackles literally, then you had a little chat with him, I think you called him pretty at one point.”
“No-”
“Yep, they didn’t seem to mind though.”
“Oh my God.”
Your phone dinged from your bedside table.
‘Jensen Ackles followed you.’
‘Jensen Ackles liked your photo.’
‘Jensen Ackles commented on your photo ‘Enjoy your pizza, Miss Lily, Y/N and happy birthday.’
“Well, he’s fine with it.”
“Who?” Justin asked gulping a mouthful of coffee.
“Jensen, he just followed me and commented about last night, can I go back to sleep yet?”
“God yes.” Taking the pizza box off the bed he put it on the table next to him. “I already need a nap.”
--
“How’s your head today?” Patrick asked a day later handing you a cup of coffee.
“It’s fine today, yesterday was the killer, there was a lot of coffee and pizza.” Fixing your scrubs you looked back up at him. “You?”
“Fine.”
Your phone rang in your pocket, not looking at the caller ID you answered. “Hello?” Patrick smiled at you taking a few steps away from you, leaving you to talk alone.
“Good morning Y/N, how was your birthday?” Dave your agent asked.
“It was great thanks, how are you?”
“I’m good, so I have some news for you.”
“Which is?”
“You’re wanted.”
“By -”
“Supernatural.”
“What?”
“There’s a guest role, a hunter and you’re perfect for it, honestly you are, they’ve reached out asking if you’d want to play a badass hunter.”
“Do you have the script?”
“Already emailed over to you.” You could hear Dave smirk down the line. “Have a read through and let me know as soon as you can.”
“Will do.”
“Bye.” Dave hung up.
Patrick smiled at you. “What are you so happy about?”
“I may have just got a guest role on Supernatural.”
“You love that show.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“How are you going to work on two shows?”
“It’s only a guest role I can juggle it, I haven’t even accepted it yet.”
In the 3 years, you’d worked on Grey’s you’d quickly made friends with everyone, Patrick and Ellen were closest, they were practically your on and off screen parents, always keeping you in check.
-
“Y/N!” Jared shouted you from across the lot as you were halfway through your tour.
“Jared! Hey!” Grinning at him you gave him quick hug.
“Are you filming today?”
“Not today, we’re on a little tour.”
“Want me to take over?” Jared looked at the PA whos name you were yet to learn.
“If that’s okay, I have a load to do.” She pulled out her phone almost running off immediately.
“Lead the way, Padalecki.”
“Sure thing Y/L/N.” Crooking his arm he held it out for you, linking your arm through his he led you around the set.
Hours later you held a cup of coffee in your hands allowing the heat to warm up your hands. “It’s so cold, oh my God, I hate winter.”
“Yeah.” Jared nodded. “It is.”
“I thought you’d be used to the cold being British.” Misha smiled at you.
“Kind of, I think over the years I’ve got used to LA weather.”
“Wait how long have you lived in LA for?” Misha asked Jensen walked toward the 3 of you.
“Hi.” He smiled at you.
“Hi, erm 3 years.” You answered Misha.
“Have you been home a lot?” Jared asked.
“I go back every few months when I can.” You tried to focus on Jared as Jensen sat opposite you. “I actually want to apologise for my state in LA.”
“It was interesting.” Jensen winked at you.
“I’m sorry.”
“Stick around here for long enough you’ll see us all in much worse states.” Jensen chuckled his eyes drifting to Jared. “In fact, we can tell you some stories.”
Crawling into bed 4 hours later you were still giggling at the tales the boys had told you, pulling the sheets up checking on your phone you dropped it down onto the bedside table. Falling asleep with a smile on your face you were going to enjoy spending time with this cast, they’d already made you feel at home.
-
“Morgan.” Dean ran across the parking lot as you threw your bag onto the back seat of your car.
“Yes, Winchester?” Turning to face him, you caught a glimpse of Sam disappearing into the motel room.
Dean came to a stop in front of you. “Hey, erm listen, I just wanna say thank you, I know we barged in on your hunt, took it over and in the end you were the one to save our asses.”
“Damn right.” Smirking up at him.
“So I just want to say thank you and if you ever need any help you have my number.” He took a step closer to you, closing the gap.
Smiling up at him your back was pressed up against the side of your car. “I’m sure I can cope.”
“If you need me.” Dean’s fingertips tucked hair behind your ear. “For anything.” He leaned in his lips brushed against yours waiting for you to kiss him or kick his ass.
Your hand ran up his chest, patting it you pushed him away slightly. “If I need you, Winchester, I’ll call.” Your hand moved across his chest grabbing the lapel of his suit jacket pulling him back against you, leaning up you kissed him hard. Pulling away you smiled up at him. “Like I said I’ll call.”
Dean took a step backwards.
“Goodbye Dean Winchester.”
“See ya around Wilson.” Dean grinned at you as he watched you get into your car, roaring your car to life, your eyes roaming his body.
“Need you, call, I got it, Dean.” Slamming the door shut you opened the window.
“Morgan.” Leaning down he rested his forearms on the door. “Don’t be a stranger.”
“Dean, I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other very soon.” Dean took a step back from your car.
“And cut!” Speight shouted from behind the camera. “That’s a wrap on the amazing Miss Y/L/N!”
Getting out of the car Jensen’s arms wrapped around you. “It’s been great working with you.”
“You too.”
“We’re going for drinks tonight right?” Jared asked, as soon as you were out of Jensen’s arms Jared gave you a bone-crushing hug.
“Hell yeah.” Nodding, Jared let you go. “I have a few people I need to talk to before I leave set, I love you both I’ll see you tonight but I gotta run.”
“You go, we’ll pick you up at seven.” Jensen smiled down at you.
-
Leaving Vancouver was hard, sure you’d been here for a week but the friendships you’d formed were real. Arriving back in LA taking the time you were stuck in traffic to call Dave.
“Hello?” He answered.
“Dave, Hi I -”
“Y/N, I was just about to call you, the guys over on Supernatural loved you and they want to talk about making your role something more permanent.”
“What?”
“Yeah, they adored you, they want to progress her relationship with Dean.”
“Really?”
“Yes, they think there is a real connection and chemistry between Morgan and Dean.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope, they want to explore it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll let them know, congratulations.” He hung up quickly, obviously wanting to get the ball rolling.
Finishing your phone call you dropped your phone into your lap slightly in shock, you’d just landed another role on a TV show you’d loved for years, this wasn’t real, this was a dream. Your phone vibrating in your lap.
‘Welcome to the family.’ Jensen’s text lit up on your screen.
Part 2
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