Fic: Misha Collins Makes A Match (1/3)

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It started off like any other day.

Jensen woke to the sound of Jared moving around downstairs and he could hear cupboards being opened and closed as Jared stomped around in the kitchen and got ready for his run. Jensen didn’t need to look at the clock to know that it was still insanely early, even by the standards of their crazy schedule but Jared insisted on getting up before dawn so he could have a decent workout before they headed to the set and just laughed whenever Jensen pointed out how nuts that was.

He wished he could get mad at Jared for waking him up but opted for just cursing under his breath as he clamped his pillow over his head. Really, it was pretty much impossible to get mad at Jared. He’d just look at you with those eyes and that smile and you’d forget what had been bugging you in the first place. The sorts of people who actually got mad at Jared were the sorts of people who kicked puppies. For fun.

Jensen squeezed his eyes shut and lay as still as possible. Maybe once Jared went out he’d be able to get back to sleep. Maybe . . .

The next thing he knew the bed was dipping as Jared sat down next to him and Jensen blinked sleepily.

“Is it time to get up?”

Jared shook his head and flashed him a small smile. “No, we’ve got a while yet.”

Jensen was about to ask why Jared was disturbing his precious sleep but he froze as Jared reached out a hand and brushed it over his cheek.

“What?” Jensen asked with a shaky smile. “I got something on my face?”

“No,” Jared replied softly. “You just look so hot, all rumpled like that.”

Jensen blinked at him again, wondering if he was high or possibly still asleep. He swallowed hard. “Oh, fuck off, man. Don’t you got anything better to do than kid around when I’ve only just woken up?”

“I’m not kidding,” Jared whispered, leaning in close so that his breath tickled Jensen’s cheek. “I would never kid about this.”

Jensen turned his head slightly just as Jared closed the distance between them and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Is this okay?” Jared asked softly, sounding just slightly uncertain as he pulled back a little. Jensen simply nodded and Jared kissed him again, harder this time and plundering Jensen’s mouth with his tongue. Jensen moaned into the kiss, sinking down into the mattress as Jared trailed a hand down his chest and under the sheets.

“There you are,” Jared grinned as his hand wrapped around Jensen’s cock.

“Fuck!” Jensen arched his back and hissed as Jared started to stroke him.

Jared grinned and kissed him again. “We’ll get to that part soon.”

Jensen’s breath was coming in ragged gasps now, his whole body thrumming under Jared’s hands. Right now he wanted nothing more than to pull Jared down on the bed with him and fuck his brains out.

“JENSEN!”

His eyes snapped open at the banging sound and he frowned when he realized that not only was he alone but he was also achingly hard.

“Come on, Jensen! Roll your lazy ass out of bed! I have coffee.”

These dreams really needed to stop.

The alarm clock was beeping beside him and he’d managed to sleep through it. Great.

“Jensen, don’t make me come in there.”

God, Jensen wished he would.

“I’m up,” he groaned instead as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. The dreams and the damn early mornings were going to be the death of him, he was sure of it.

“Dude, our ride is going to be here in ten minutes,” Jared’s muffled voice came through the door. “And your coffee’s going cold.”

“Ok, ok. Gimme a minute.”

He rolled out of bed and staggered into the shower, jerking off under the hot stream of water until he came with a low groan. He quickly toweled himself off and got dressed, not bothering to fix his hair since the girls on set would change it as soon as he got there anyway.

Jared was still hovering outside his bedroom when Jensen stepped outside, flask of coffee held out like a lifeline.

“I’m awesome, I know.” Jared grinned as Jensen snatched the offered drink and gulped down the now lukewarm coffee.

Jensen simply grunted and handed the empty flask back to him.

“Come on,” Jared said with a smile as they headed downstairs together. “The car’s here. If Clif puts his foot down we won’t get our asses kicked for being late.”

“If Eric tries to kick our asses I’m just gonna hide behind you,” Jensen replied as he pulled on his coat. “Your freaky height has gotta have some uses, right?”

“Whatever, asshole. You know I’ll have no qualms about ratting you out for sleeping in.”

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”



Jensen dozed in the make-up chair while Jared chatted away in the background and flirted with the girls while they fixed his hair. It was the same as every day when they were working, and Jensen was grateful for the fact that he could rely on Jared to keep the conversation going while he rested for a bit longer. It was just something Jared did and not something they’d ever discussed. In fact, more than once Jensen had suspected Jared of having some sort of mind reading skill because the man had an uncanny knack of knowing just what people needed without them ever having to tell him.

Occasionally he wondered what things would have been like if someone else had got the role of Sam, or if he’d got the role of Sam himself when he first auditioned for it and someone else had wound up playing Dean. It was weird, and not something he let himself think about very often, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d have had this same bond with any other actor. He felt like he’d known Jared forever, in the best possible way, and he just couldn’t imagine the show getting much beyond the pilot with anyone else playing his brother.

“And then I had to tell him they were chopsticks.”

Jared’s laugh echoed through the trailer as Rosie finished some story Jensen hadn’t really been paying attention to. He cracked a smile anyway just because the sound of Jared’s laugh was so damn infectious.

“Ok, you’re done.”

Jensen groaned at the prospect of having to move from his comfortable seat out into the cold Vancouver air. He needed at least three more cups of coffee before he’d be fully awake and ready to become Dean Winchester for the day.

“Come on,” Jared grinned as he tugged Jensen to his feet. “The girls are done making you pretty. If we haul ass we can grab some more coffee on the way.”

“Coffee,” Jensen murmured appreciatively. “Coffee good.”

“I love how eloquent you are first thing in the morning. Makes for really stimulating conversation.”

Jensen groaned as he spotted Misha standing in the doorway, already in costume and with an amused smile on his face.

Jensen liked Misha a lot. He was smarter than most people Jensen knew, funny in a kind of insane way and he always had an interesting story to tell. Things were certainly never boring when Misha was around but right now it was just too damn early for Jensen to handle him. That smile on Misha’s face, which was disarming the first time you saw it in contrast to the stony faced way he played Castiel, always made Jensen feel like Misha was in on some private joke that the rest of the world was oblivious to. It was weird.

“Hey, man,” Jared greeted with a warm smile as he pulled Misha into a hug. “How was your weekend?”

Apparently, it was never too early for hugs in the book of Padalecki and Jared certainly didn’t seem to be fazed by Misha in the same way that Jensen was. It had probably never even occurred to Jared that there was anything to be fazed by in the first place. It was one of the reasons he got along so well with everyone.

Misha grinned and gave Jared a slap on the back before pulling back from the hug.

“Oh, the usual diplomatic incidents. My minions are taking care of it.”

Jensen blinked. What the hell?

“I’ve told you before, man,” Jared replied with a grin. “You gotta stop pissing off foreign leaders. Michelle Obama can only save your ass so many times.”

Jensen blinked again. He was pretty sure he was getting a headache. He needed coffee. Now.

“Come on,” Jared said, apparently using those freaky mind reading skills again. “Caffeine stop on the way to the set.”

Jensen had never heard more perfect words in his life.



Shooting was a bitch that day.

It was yet another fight between Sam and Dean while Castiel lurked in the background and did very little beyond looking soulfully at Dean and offering the occasional bit of cryptic advice. Jensen channeled his tiredness into Dean’s frustration with Sam and Castiel but by lunchtime he just wanted to crawl into bed and never come out again. Those fucking dreams about Jared were not good for his mental state or his levels of sleep.

“You look beat,” Jared said with a sympathetic smile as he slung an arm across Jensen’s shoulders and steered him towards their trailers. “Get some sleep and I’ll grab us some food and more coffee.”

“Thanks, man,” Jensen grunted, his voice hoarse with exhaustion as he stumbled up the steps. He barely made it to the bed before he collapsed face first and fell asleep.



When he woke up he couldn’t feel his right hand, his back ached and he was cold. All in all he felt worse than he had before he fell asleep, which kind of defeated the point of his nap. He sat up and winced as he realized he’d been lying on his arm and now that the blood was flowing back into his hand he had a lovely and painful dose of pins and needles. He flexed his hand a few times and swung his legs over the side of the bed, almost falling off when he spotted Misha sitting at the far end of the trailer, still in costume and watching him intently.

“Jesus, Misha,” he grumbled when his heart rate had slowed down a little. “I didn’t realize you were into the whole method acting gig.”

Misha smiled and all traces of Castiel melted away.

“Jared sent me with food. He’s asked to do some of Sam and Ruby’s scenes this afternoon so you can catch up on your beauty sleep. Clearly he doesn’t think you’re pretty enough for the rest of us.”

Jensen snorted and then smiled to himself as he thought about Jared taking on extra work just so Jensen could rest. Really, what the hell had he done to deserve having someone like Jared in his life?

He realized Misha was still staring at him and he cleared his throat.

“You said something about food?”

Misha grinned in a way that made Jensen feel more than a little uneasy and pushed a plate towards him. Damn, that man was too perceptive for his own good.

“I’ll go and tell him that you’re awake.”

Jensen tried to pretend that Misha had said ‘them’ instead of ‘him.’

Damn.



“What are you going to do over the summer?” Jared asked while they were sprawled on the couch watching TV that night. “Apart from the conventions and stuff, I mean.”

Jensen shrugged and reached for some popcorn in the bowl that was currently nestled in Jared’s lap. “I dunno. Right now I’m thinking I’m gonna sleep for at least a month.”

“Man, you are such a pussy,” Jared laughed. “Three months off and you’re gonna waste it sleeping? Lame, dude.”

“Let me guess, you’ve already got some sort of huge plan in your head that starts the day after we wrap. Seriously, how have you not collapsed from exhaustion already?”

Jared grinned and patted Jensen’s hand. “Maybe you’re just getting old.”

“Fuck off,” Jensen growled and gave Jared’s hand a slap.

“I’m just telling it like it is, man.”

The silence they fell into after that was comfortable, but Jensen made sure to shoot Jared his best fake scowl as they continued to watch the movie and he thought about Jared’s question. The truth was, he had no idea what he was going to do over the summer. He didn’t have any movies or anything lined up and, to be honest, that suited him just fine. Shooting My Bloody Valentine last summer had been fun and not exactly taxing but he’d been fucking exhausted by the time he’d got back to Vancouver because he hadn’t taken a break. He was looking forward to three months of doing very little apart from meeting some fans and signing autographs.

“I think I’ll take a vacation,” he finally announced. “A long one.”

“That sounds awesome,” Jared smiled. “Where to?”

“I dunno.”

Jensen realized that he was just a breath away from asking Jared to come with him, like they didn’t spend enough time together already. He had no idea when he’d become such a co-dependent loser but the truth was, he couldn’t imagine not having Jared around all the time like this.

He really was well and truly fucked.



The next day was better. Jensen’s hormones had decided to take a night off so there had been no dreams about Jared and he’d actually managed to get some sleep. Sam and Dean were back on speaking terms (which translated to them basically ignoring all their problems) and were working together to hunt down the evil of the week with the usual cryptic messages from Castiel.

“You were awesome today,” Jared said, huge grin plastered on his face as they headed back to their trailers for lunch.

“You didn’t do too badly yourself,” Jensen replied with a smile.

“We’re both awesome,” Jared agreed, his grin widening as he spotted Misha sitting outside Jensen’s trailer with his nose buried in the latest script. “Too bad about Misha, though.”

“Yeah.” Jensen winced as he followed Jared’s line of sight. “He sucked pretty bad today. He’s probably gonna get fired.”

“I think I heard Krip talking about replacing him with CGI.”

Misha raised an amused eyebrow as Jensen grinned at him. “You just want to get rid of me so Dean can go back to having sexual tension with his brother instead of Castiel. You have issues, man, and they run deep.”

Jared laughed. “I’m gonna go and get changed. Catch up with you guys in ten. Save me some food.”

“I’d need to invite the whole crew into my trailer if we were going to eat your share of the food,” Jensen grinned. Jared slapped him around the back of the head and laughed again before heading to his own trailer.

Jensen watched him go, a small smile curling his lips as Jared’s laughter still rang in his ears.

“How long?”

Misha’s voice cut into his thoughts and snapped him back into reality. “What?”

“How long have you been in love with Jared?”

Jensen blinked at him, blood running cold in his veins as he glanced around to see if anyone had heard. Thankfully, they were alone.

“What?” he repeated, his mind screaming deny, deny, deny even as he spoke.

“It’s all right,” Misha said softly with a sympathetic smile. “No one else has realized. I just thought maybe you’d want to talk about it.”

For a moment Jensen thought, or at least hoped, that Misha was just fucking around. There was no humor in his eyes this time though, only warmth. It made Jensen feel more than a little bit uncomfortable, like Misha was looking inside him and peering at his most personal thoughts. He realized with a sinking heart that even if he denied it there was no way Misha was going to believe him.

“Let’s go inside,” he said gruffly as he opened up his trailer and Misha quietly followed him.

“So, how long?” Misha asked once they were inside and the door was closed firmly behind them.

“I don’t know,” Jensen sighed, pacing up and down the small space in an effort to work off some of the nervous energy that was fluttering in his gut. For a moment he’d thought that maybe talking to someone about it would help. It didn’t. In fact he felt worse, like suddenly what he felt for Jared had become real instead of just some fantasy in his head.

“Are you going to tell him?”

Jensen froze mid-stride, caught by surprise and unsure whether to laugh out loud at the utter insanity of the question.

“You’ve met Jared, right? Tall guy, very much into girls.”

Misha shrugged. “No one is 100% straight. Have you noticed how much he likes to touch you?”

“That’s just Jared,” Jensen snorted. “He does that with everyone. He does it with you.”

“That’s because I’m hot,” Misha grinned. “Seriously, you should think about telling him. He might surprise you.”

“Yeah, and he might not.” Jensen replied. “Look, just drop it, ok?”

“You really think he’d treat you differently because of how you feel about him?”

“No, I don’t,” Jensen sighed. “Because it’s Jared and he’d go out of his way to make me feel like it’s no big deal. It’d be there, though, and we’d both know it even if we never mentioned it again. I like the way things are between us and I don’t want anything to fuck that up.”

“Man, I am starving.”

Jared burst into the trailer, freshly showered and changed, which put a quick stop to any further conversation between Jensen and Misha. Jensen forced a smile into place as Jared collapsed onto the couch.

“Well, no change there then,” Jensen grinned. “Come on, let’s eat before you faint from hunger and crush Misha under your epic weight.”



Once lunch was over they headed back towards the set so they could rehearse the scenes they’d be filming that afternoon. Jared patted his full stomach happily and let out a contented sigh. “That was awesome.”

“Hey, losers!” The three of them stopped walking as a new voice called out to them from the set. “Did you guys know that the security at this place sucks? They’ll let just about anyone in.”

Jared grinned. “Hey look, Jensen. It’s that guy who used to be in that Superman show. What was his name?”

“Beats me,” Jensen replied with a smile. “Haven’t seen him since he upped and left a year ago.”

Jared couldn’t hold it in any longer and he strode over and pulled Michael into a hug. “How’ve you been, Rosey?”

Michael pressed a sloppy wet kiss to Jared’s cheek and then pulled Jensen into a hug. “How’s it going, Jenny?”

“Good. How are you, Mike? Still enjoying the hair growth thing?”

“Man, you have no idea.”

They grinned at each other.

When Jensen had been working on Smallville he’d got wasted with Tom and Michael one night and told them he hated being called Jenny because it was a fucking girl's name and he was a man, goddamnit. Michael, in turn, had told them that he hated being called Mike because it was a frat boy’s name and reminded him of the jock assholes who had tormented him at school. Feeling the need to complete the circle of truth or whatever, Tom had added that he hated being called Tommy and the names had sort of stuck, but only between them and only on special occasions.

“You here to see Welling?”

Michael nodded. “You guys too, though. That’s why I’m here. I’ve got a proposition for you.”

Jared fluttered his eyelashes. “Oh, Michael. If only you’d told me sooner. We could have made sweet love in the Luthor mansion.”

Michael grinned. "It’s funny you should say that because there was this one time when me and Tom-"

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Jensen pleaded.

“Jensen’s just jealous because he hasn’t had the chance to fuck anyone in the back of the Impala yet.”

All eyes focused on Misha who smiled innocently back at them.

“I had heard that,” Michael replied with a grin. “He came up with some lame excuse that it was too cramped.”

Misha quirked a smile in Jensen’s direction. “I could help you out there. I know some great yoga positions that will make you more . . . flexible.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Well, I was going to suggest you try it out with Jared but I’m happy to oblige.”

Jensen was sure his face couldn’t turn any more red and Jared was laughing so hard Jensen thought for a moment he was going to rupture something.

“You didn’t tell me the new guy was so awesome,” Michael grinned. “I like him.”

“Oh!” Jared said, suddenly all manners and politeness just like his momma had taught him. “Sorry, man. Rosey, this is Misha. Misha, this is Michael.”

Michael shook Misha’s hand firmly. “You should totally come out with us tonight. It’ll be a riot.”

“Where are we going tonight?” Jensen asked as the blush finally started to fade from his cheeks.

“Dinner,” Michael said. “Weren’t you listening? I’ve had an awesome idea and I want you guys to be a part of it.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “An awesome idea like the time you decided to point out to Kristin that Lana spelled backwards was anal?”

“Hey, it’s true,” Michael shrugged. “And Tom thought it was funny.”

“I’m pretty sure he was just humoring you, dude.”

“Whatever. I know you guys think I’m hysterical. So, dinner tonight?”

“Sure,” Jared said. “I don’t think we’re doing anything, are we, Jensen?”

“Aww,” Michael cooed, ruffling Jared’s hair with a fond smile. “It’s so sweet that you guys have a joint schedule. Have you set a date for the wedding yet?”

Jared laughed as Jensen was hit with yet another wave of mortified embarrassment. Seriously, someone was out to get him today and he suspected it was Misha’s fault.

“Have you been talking to the fans again?” Jared asked. “I’ve told you before not to believe everything you read on the internet.”

“Oh,” Michael gasped with wide eyes. “You mean Misha didn’t really eat a pony?”

“No, that part is true,” Misha replied. “Security are under instructions to keep PETA away from the set in case they interrupt filming by dragging me off to their secret lair.”

“Fuckers. If you can’t eat a horse to survive an earthquake, then what can you do?”

Jensen looked from Misha to Michael to Jared who was laughing like he knew what the hell they were talking about. He wondered if the whole world had gone insane or it was just him.

“Well, I’ll let you guys get back to work,” Michael announced. “I’m gonna go harass Tom for a bit. I’ll call you later with the restaurant details.”

“I like him,” Misha said as they watched Michael walk away.

Yeah, that figured. Those two were as nutty as each other.



Jensen’s phone rang when they were in the car heading home.

“Gotham Steakhouse,” Michael announced when Jensen answered. “Can you let the new guy know? 8pm.”

“He has a name, you know that, right?” Jensen snorted. “And you always want to go to Gotham. You are such a fucking geek.”

“You love it, Jenny. I take it J-Bird is with you. Tell him not to take too long making himself pretty. I’m starving.”

He hung up before Jensen could reply.

Jared raised a quizzical eyebrow as Jensen relayed the message. “What do you think he’s got planned, anyway?”

“I have no idea,” Jensen replied with a shrug. “Just so long as he doesn’t try and make us sing karaoke again.”

“Hey, at least you can sing,” Jared pointed out. “Me and Tom had to get wasted afterwards just to forget about the whole thing.”

“Like you need an excuse to get drunk,” Jensen grinned.

“Well, so long as it doesn’t involve singing I’ll be ok. And why the hell did you tell him I take ages to get ready, anyway?”

“Dude, I tell everyone you take ages to get ready. No way I’m getting blamed when we’re always late for everything.

Jared grinned and patted Jensen’s cheek. “Well, we’re not all fortunate enough to be as naturally pretty as you.”

Jensen glowered at him.

“Sorry,” Jared corrected immediately. “I meant hot. Your hotness is all natural, and very manly. Not girly and pretty at all.”

Jensen couldn’t stop the smile from curling his lips and he wished it was easier to get mad at Jared. “Damn straight.”

“Come on,” he said as the car rolled to a stop outside their house. “We need to get ready fast before Michael goes mad from hunger and tries to eat Tom.”

“I’m pretty sure he eats him on a fairly regular basis,” Jared grinned.

“Dude!”



They were late.

It was coming up to eight thirty by the time they arrived at the restaurant, with Jared insisting it wasn’t his fault.

“We were out all day and I had to play with Harley and Sadie for a while. They miss us when we’re not around.”

Jensen hadn’t been complaining. He knew the dogs were like Jared’s kids, and it made him smile that when Jared talked like they were an ‘us’. Yeah, he was officially turning into a woman.

Misha was already there when they arrived, sitting back in his chair and looking relaxed and happy, chatting to Tom and Michael like they were old friends rather than guys he had only just met. That was just the way he was. People instantly liked Misha.

“So, we have this special timezone on set,” Misha was saying as Jared and Jensen were shown to the table. “Whenever something starts at a specific time we always tell them it’s an hour earlier just so they show up on time.”

“Which totally worked until we figured it out,” Jared grinned as Tom stood up to hug him and Jensen. “Now we just adjust our watches.”

“How very professional of you,” Tom grinned back as they all sat down. “Still, only thirty minutes late tonight. You’re getting better.”

“Let me guess,” Misha said as he handed a menu to Jared and Jensen. “It was all Jared’s fault?”

“Damn right it was,” Jensen replied, not even bothering to glance at the menu. He already knew he was having the steak and he suspected Jared would be having the same even though he was making a show of studying the choices.

Jensen wasn’t one for stereotypes most of the time, but when it came to food he was willing to make an exception. Jared was the same and it was one of the reasons they got along so well. They were both Texas boys through and through and they ate and drank like Texans.

Jensen ordered beers for them all and knew it would only be a matter of time before the tequila came out. Working tomorrow was not going to be fun but he figured they deserved to kick back and relax once in a while.

“I’ll have the steak,” Jared said when the waitress came to take their order and Jensen smiled to himself as he ordered the same.

“So, how’s unemployment treating you?” Jensen asked while they drank their beer and waited for the food to arrive. “Enjoying the quiet life or slowly going nuts?”

Michael shrugged. “Done a few things. Shot a pilot and did a couple of small parts in movies. I dunno. I’m just waiting for the right thing to come along, I guess.”

“So you don’t regret leaving?”

Jensen knew that eventually he was going to be in the same position. At some point Supernatural would end and he and Jared would have to go their separate ways and find new projects. Just thinking about it hurt a hell of a lot more than he could have imagined so most of the time he tried not to think about it at all.

Michael sighed. “Man, you saw the show. It was past time for me to leave. I miss Tom, of course, and I miss perving on you guys in the gym but it was the right decision, for sure.”

He reached over and gave Tom’s hand a squeeze. To anyone outside and even to Misha it would be seen as a friendly gesture. But Jensen knew how close they had been when they were working together, and how close they still were even now. To Jensen the gesture said ‘I’m sorry I left you. I miss you.’

“So,” Michael said after a moment, letting go of Tom’s hand and directing his attention to Misha. “How are you coping with the insane world of a cult TV show? Done your first convention yet?”

Jensen snorted. “Man, he loves it. He’s an even bigger attention whore than you.”

“You don’t exactly mind,” Misha replied with a wry grin. “Keeps some of the attention off you, right?”

He couldn’t argue with that. He had nothing against meeting the fans. After all, they wouldn’t have jobs if people didn’t like the show. He just wished they were a bit less . . . intense. It didn’t seem to bother Misha, though. He took all the questions, even the most insane and personal ones, and just ran with it, changing the subject or making a joke if it was something he didn’t want to answer. The fans were eating out of his hands already.

“We should all do one together some time,” Michael chimed in with a grin. “Tom and Jensen can hide behind the rest of us.”

“You mean I can hide behind Jared,” Tom smiled. “He’s the only one here that’s taller than me.”

The food arrived at that point and Jensen decided it was time to talk about why they were all here.

“So, what’s this plan of yours, Rosenbaum?”

The gleeful twinkle that appeared in Michael’s eyes suddenly made him feel nervous. He’d seen it before and the end result was almost always badness, like the time he’d had the idea of an all-naked episode of Smallville and stripped down to his boxers in the middle of the set to demonstrate how good Lex would look naked.

“Do you guys have anything planned for the summer?” Michael asked with a grin. “Any movies or anything?”

Jensen grinned. Funny Michael should ask so soon after the exact same conversation he’d had with Jared the night before.

“Nope,” Jared answered before Jensen could speak. “We were kind of thinking we might take a vacation.”

Jensen blinked in surprise. Since when had his hypothetical vacation become a ‘we’ event? Not that he minded. Far from it, in fact. It was just weird that Jared had just sort of assumed that he’d be coming too.

Michael grinned wolfishly at them. “You’re taking a vacation together? Are you two actually fucking now?”

“Jesus, Michael,” Tom hissed, his face flushing red though he wasn’t even the one being talked about. “We’re in a public restaurant, man.”

Michael ignored him and looked at Misha instead. “Are they fucking? Come on, you can tell me.”

Misha shot Jensen a look and he felt himself withering under it. Damn, why the hell hadn’t he just denied everything when Misha had asked him about it? He hated this.

“No,” Misha finally replied with an innocent smile. “They’re not.”

Jensen could feel the ‘but Jensen wishes they were’ hanging in the air.

“Do you fuck all the people you go on vacation with?” Jared asked with a raised eyebrow.

“At least one of them, yeah,” Michael replied with a shrug. “Otherwise, what’s the point?”

“You’re an asshole,” Tom muttered.

Nobody pointed out that his last few vacations had all been with Tom.

“So have you booked this vacation yet?” Michael asked. “Got a dream destination in mind?”

“No,” Jared and Jensen replied in unison and then grinned at each other.

Michael rolled his eyes. “You guys really do scare me. If you’re not fucking you really should be. But that’s good news about the vacation because I have the answer for you. Two words: road trip.”

“Road trip?” Jensen repeated dubiously. “Are you serious? We’re kind of old for the whole voyage of self-discovery before college thing, you know.”

“Come on, man. It’ll be awesome! We can load up my van and just take off. It only needs to be for a couple of weeks and then you can do whatever sophisticated bullshit you were thinking about after that.”

Jensen glanced at Jared and had to hold back the groan that was building in his throat. He could see just by the way Jared’s eyes were shining that he was already on board with the idea. It wasn’t that he was totally against it himself, it was just . . . well, he liked his space and his privacy and the idea of being cooped up in a van with four other guys made him feel claustrophobic.

“It does sound great,” Jared said excitedly as he jabbed Jensen in the ribs with his elbow. “Jensen, think of all the photos you’ll be able to take with your new camera. You’ve been dying to try it out somewhere out of Vancouver ever since you bought it.”

Jensen sighed. The crux of it was that no matter how dubious he was about the trip he couldn’t say no to Jared, especially when he was all bouncy like this.

“Yeah,” he finally said with a smile that was almost genuine. “It does sound fun.”

“What about you, new guy?” Michael pressed. “Wanna spend a couple of weeks getting to know your co-stars, warts and all?”

Jensen tensed in his seat. He really hoped Misha would say no, not because he didn’t like the guy but because it was going to be awkward as hell now that Misha knew. He watched as Misha’s eyes flitted between the two of them and he could almost hear him plotting as he considered his answer.

“Sure,” Misha finally shrugged. “I’ve got no plans and I love to travel.”

Jensen’s heart sank. This was going to be hell.



He felt pleasantly numb during the cab ride back to their house. Michael had insisted on breaking out the tequila to celebrate their road trip and one shot had quickly turned into several. He knew he was going to feel rough as hell in the morning but right now he didn’t care. Jared was slumped against him, warm breath tickling Jensen’s neck as Jared slumbered against his shoulder. Maybe this road trip wouldn’t be so bad after all, Jensen mused to himself. Maybe Jared was right. They’d get to see lots of interesting things, he hoped, and he’d be with Jared and some of his other friends. It’s not like they were going to be trapped in Michael’s sardine can of a van the whole time. Just while they moved from place to place.

The cab pulled to a stop and Jensen gently nudged Jared awake.

“Is it time for work?” Jared mumbled, snuggling closer and sending the blood flowing straight to Jensen’s cock.

“Not yet, buddy,” Jensen croaked as he tried to crawl out from underneath Jared. “We need to go to bed first.”

“Mmm . . . bed.”

If he didn’t know better he’d swear Jared was doing this on purpose, talking about bed in that low, sleep-husky voice of his. Jensen was amazed he was able to walk straight as he dragged Jared out of the car and into the house.

Jared was warm and heavy against him, and part of Jensen didn’t want to let go of him. It was only when they got inside that he realized that getting Jared to bed meant navigating the stairs. So not happening when Jared was barely conscious.

He considered dumping Jared on the couch, but decided it was too small for him to stretch out on. The last thing he wanted was a grumpy Jared in the morning because his limbs were all stiff as well as him being hung over. Unfortunately, that only left one option.

“Jared?”

“Mmm.”

“I’m gonna put you in my bed, ok? I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Mmm.”

Jensen sighed and dragged Jared into his room, collapsing under his weight just as they reached the bed. For a moment he just lay there, winded, with Jared sprawled on top of him and drooling on his shoulder. This was in no way how he’d imagined their first time in bed together.

When he’d caught his breath and recovered from the rather painful sensation of Jared’s knee digging into his crotch, Jensen eased himself out from underneath Jared and tugged off his shoes. Jared was well and truly out for the count and did nothing but let out a small snuffling sound as Jensen arranged his limbs into a more comfortable position and tugged the comforter over him. By the time he clicked off the light, Jared was snoring softly.

Jensen wandered into the living room, carefully avoiding Harley and Sadie who were dancing around his feet and whimpering to go out. He opened the back door and stared at the couch while he waited for them to take care of business and come back inside, already imagining the discomfort he was going to be in after sleeping on it for the night.

Harley and Sadie came back inside and immediately made a beeline for Jensen’s room, clearly intending to spend the night with Jared regardless of where he was sleeping.

“Fuck it,” he muttered. If Jared was going to spend a comfortable night in Jensen’s bed with his dogs then Jensen was going to sleep in his.

He headed up the stairs, brushed his teeth and stripped down to his boxers before climbing into bed. It was kind of weird but not exactly unpleasant. He fell asleep surrounded by Jared’s scent and had a weird dream where Jared was Sleeping Beauty, he was the Prince and Misha, Tom and Michael were the three fairies.

Unfortunately, his alarm woke him before he got to actually kiss Jared.



Jensen wasn’t surprised when he got downstairs the next morning and found Harley and Sadie tapping the door to go out with no sign of Jared anywhere. He let the dogs out and let the coffee brew while he looked for some painkillers. It was eerie being the first one up. Everything felt so quiet.

His room was still in darkness when he nudged the door open, mug of coffee in one hand and Tylenol in the other. He could just about make out the shape of Jared’s body buried deep beneath the covers as he set the coffee down.

“Jared? You awake?”

The noise that came from the bed couldn’t even be described as a groan. It was like a rusty rattle muffled by the comforter and Jensen grinned. Jared’s Sasquatch nickname had never been more appropriate, judging by the noises he was making. It sounded like Chewbacca.

“Jared, I hate to break it to you but the car will be here in thirty minutes. I have coffee and Tylenol.”

“Coffee?” Jared’s voice was raspy as his head poked out from beneath the covers, hair sticking out in all directions as he peered blearily at Jensen.

Jensen pressed the mug into Jared’s grasping hands. “Pills are on the table. I’ll go get the shower running. You smell like a bar.”

“I’m gonna kill Rosenbaum,” Jared groaned as he sipped his coffee. “He always does this to me.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure you did it to yourself,” Jensen called from the bathroom as he set the shower to medium hot. “I don’t remember anyone forcing you to drink.”

He came back into the bedroom and took the empty mug from Jared, setting it down on the dresser.

“How come you’re ok?” Jared pouted as he struggled to extract himself from the covers.

“Because I’m older and can handle my liquor,” Jensen shot back with a grin.

Jared grimaced. “I hate you. Why am I in your bed anyway? Did you try and have your wicked way with me while I was drunk and defenseless?”

Jensen had never been more glad that he was an actor. “No, it’s because I wasn’t going to hurt my back hauling your heavy ass up the stairs. Now get in the shower, Padalecki. I’m not going to be late again because of you.”

“Fine,” Jared sighed as he finally managed to struggle out of bed and get to his feet. “Well, you might not have a hangover but at least Misha will be feeling as bad as I do.”



“What do you mean you don’t get hangovers?”

Misha shrugged. “I drank some water before I went to sleep and I feel fine.”

Jared whirled on Jensen and shot him an accusing glare. “Why didn’t you make me drink water last night?”

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Make you? Dude, you were barely conscious. If I’d tried to force water down your throat you’d have probably drowned.”

“It’d be better than feeling like this,” Jared moaned pitifully. “How long before we can go home and I can die?”

“We’ve been here less than an hour.”

“Shit.”

“Don’t worry,” Jensen grinned as he slung an arm across Jared’s shoulders. “Misha and I will take care of you while you’re all fragile and delicate.”

“Absolutely,” Misha agreed. “There will be no loud noises or jostling you around at all.”

Jared groaned. “I hate you both.”



“Well, at least you’re still alive,” Jensen pointed out as they climbed into the car at the end of the day.

“No thanks to you and Misha,” Jared grumbled. “I still want to know where he managed to get firecrackers from.”

“It’s Misha. I gave up trying to figure out how or why he does anything ages ago.”

“Point.”

Jared dozed during the drive home and Jensen focused his eyes on the world outside rather than on how cute his friend looked slumped against the window with his mouth slightly open.

He really was screwed. There was no way this was ever going to end well.



“You hungry?” Jensen asked as they got inside and were pounced upon by Harley and Sadie.

“Yeah, I kind of am, actually,” Jared replied as he let the dogs out. “I think my stomach has finally recovered from last night. Are we eating real food or do you want to get takeout?”

“I’ll cook,” Jensen replied, already heading into the kitchen. “It won’t take long.”

Jared followed him into the kitchen and collapsed into one of the chairs. “Man, I can’t wait until we wrap tomorrow. I’m so not drinking at the party, by the way.”

Jensen snorted as he pulled a few ingredients out of the cupboards. “Sure you’re not. I give you an hour, tops, before Misha has you drinking the weirdest thing they’ve got.”

“You have to protect me from him. Seriously.”

Jensen made a noncommittal hum and dropped some pasta into a pan of water. “So, I was thinking we should hang out here for a few days before heading to LA to meet up with Rosey and the others. I need time to catch up on my sleep and get packed and stuff.”

“Sure,” Jared replied. “Works for me. I’m fucking exhausted.”

“Me too. Misha said he was going to fly home right after the wrap party. I guess he’s sick of living in a hotel.”

“God, I remember those days,” Jared said, face twisting into a grimace. “Buying this place was the best thing I ever did.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Jensen said as he set the table. He could barely remember the days when he’d been worried about moving in with Jared because they already spent so much time together. This house felt like home now, and so did Jared and his dogs. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

“Want a beer with your meal?” he asked with a grin.

“Fuck off, man.”



Not surprisingly, Jared completely failed in his plan to stay sober at the wrap party, but Jensen was too buzzed and drunk himself to care or even tease him about it. It had been a hellish year of filming for all of them, even Misha who hadn’t been in all the episodes, and right now Jensen just wanted to have a few beers and relax while he looked forward to his three months off.

“So, you looking forward to doing this full-time next year?” Jensen’s beer was cold and his hand was starting to go numb from holding it. Misha was drinking some sort of bright green shit that Jensen didn’t even want to try and identify.

“Sure,” Misha shrugged. “I’m not gonna say no to steady work and you and Jared aren’t total assholes so I think it’ll be bearable.”

Jensen raised his glass in a mock toast. “Well, it’s awfully kind of you to say so.”

Misha just grinned and drained his glass. “So, where’s the gigantic object of your gigantic crush? I get so confused when I don’t see you together, considering it only happens about once a month.”

Jensen glanced over his shoulder, easily spotting Jared towering over the rest of the crowd. He was chatting to one of the cameramen and laughing at whatever he was saying, thankfully far enough away to be out of earshot of this conversation.

“We’re not conjoined twins or anything,” he grumbled.

“You might as well be,” Misha replied. “How the hell he hasn’t realized that you want to fuck him is beyond me.”

“Classy, Collins. Can we not talk about this now, please? Or ever again, for that matter.”

“I’ve already told you he won’t hear it from me,” Misha said. “I just think maybe if you told him it wouldn’t be as bad as you think.”

Jensen sighed and drained his beer. “Look, I’ve told you before. Jared’s straight. In fact I’m pretty sure he’s flirting with Gen right now. I’m not going to screw up our friendship because of some stupid fucked up crush, ok?”

“Sure, ok. End of conversation. You want another drink?”

“Yeah,” Jensen replied. “Something strong.”

Before Misha could stand up, Jared bounded over and collapsed into the seat next to Jensen.

“Heeeey,” he slurred, resting his head on Jensen’s shoulder. “What are you guys talking about, tucked away in the corner over here?”

“Nothing,” Jensen replied quickly just as Misha said exactly the same thing. Way to not sound suspicious.

Jared sat up and looked between them with a frown.

“I was just getting Jensen a drink,” Misha said smoothly, easing out of his seat and motioning to the bar. “You want one?”

“Sure,” Jared replied, the frown melting from his face and a lazy grin settling on his face. “I’ll have whatever Jensen’s having.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me? Be right back.”

“He’s weird,” Jared murmured as Misha disappeared in the crowd.

His head dropped back onto Jensen’s shoulder and Jensen couldn’t stop himself from ruffling his hair. “Yeah, well, so are you.”

“Hey, I’m adorable and you know it.”

Jensen smiled softly and dropped his hand. The last thing he needed was to be seen openly petting Jared like a dog at their own wrap party, and he certainly didn’t need a hard on while Jared snuggled up to him.

Luckily, Misha chose that exact moment to come back, armed with two shots of tequila and a glass of something blue which looked even worse than the green stuff he’d been drinking earlier.

“Dude,” Jared groaned when he saw the drinks. “I’m still recovering from the last tequila session. Are you trying to kill me?” He pushed his glass towards Jensen. “You drink mine.”

“I can get you something else if you want,” Misha offered.

“Nah, I’m good. Should probably stop now anyway.”

Jensen shrugged and knocked back both shots one after the other. Jared grinned and clapped him on the back. “You can take the guy out of Texas but you can’t take Texas out of the guy.”

Jensen grinned back, enjoying the way the booze burned his throat and warmed his stomach. It didn’t hurt that Jared’s hand stayed resting on his back either.

“So, I’m flying back to LA tomorrow,” Misha said, and shot Jensen an annoyingly smug look when he noticed where Jared’s hand was resting. “Gonna hang out for a few days and then head over to Michael’s.”

“We’re gonna fly over the day before we leave,” Jared said. “Rosey has said we can crash at his place the night before.”

“Does anyone even know where we’re going?” Jensen asked curiously. “I talked to Tom and he said it’s all planned out but he doesn’t know the schedule.”

“It’s Michael,” Jared sighed. “You know how he loves surprises.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of what I’m afraid of.”



They spent most of the next day sleeping.

“Damn, that felt good,” Jensen moaned when he eventually staggered out of bed at lunchtime and wandered into the kitchen. Jared was eating breakfast, or maybe lunch. “How long have you been up?”

“About twenty minutes,” Jared grinned. “I love not having to go to work.”

“Me too,” Jensen replied as he stole a piece of toast from Jared’s plate. “Remind me why we took this job again?”

“Because, despite the hellish working hours, it’s an awesome job.”

“Oh, yeah. Now I remember.”

Jared slapped Jensen’s wrist when he made a beeline for a piece of bacon. “So, since we’re not flying to LA for another couple of days, what do you want to do?”

“Go back to bed?” Jensen suggested.

Jared rolled his eyes and handed Jensen his own plate of breakfast. “I was thinking maybe we could go out somewhere with Harley and Sadie. Enjoy some fresh air, you know.”

“Man, fresh air is overrated.” Jensen replied as he tucked into his food. “I just wanna sleep. Maybe watch a DVD or something while I’m sleeping.”

“While you’re sleeping?” Jared laughed.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen every movie we own about twenty times,” Jensen pointed out.

“Come on, let’s go out for a couple of hours and then we can get takeout and I’ll kick your ass at Guitar Hero.”

And Jensen never could say no to Jared, especially when he looked at him with that hopeful smile of his. “Sure, ok. But only if we go somewhere where I can take photos.”

Jared grinned. “I know just the place.”



Jensen had his camera out as soon as they got into the entrance of Stanley Park, snapping a photo of the statue of Robert Burns that loomed above them. Amusingly, there was a bird perched on the statue’s head and Jensen had to wonder what sort of poem Burns would have written about that if he’d still been alive.

Harley and Sadie were in their element, chasing each other around Jared’s legs and barking impatiently because the humans weren’t walking. Jensen had to snap a picture of the huge grin on Jared’s face before they set off down the trail.

“Still think fresh air is overrated?” Jared asked as they walked through the forest, Harley and Sadie darting among the trees and stopping every few minutes to investigate a new smell.

Jensen grinned and jabbed Jared in the ribs with his elbow.

“Does that translate to ‘yes, Jared, you were right. Thanks for bringing me on this awesome day out’?”

“Something like that,” Jensen replied.

“You think Rosenbaum has anything like this planned for us?” Jared asked as they walked, arms occasionally brushing against each other.

“I dunno.”

He hoped so, though.



They spent the next couple of days chilling out at home and packing ready for their trip. By Monday night Jensen actually felt like he’d caught up on all the sleep he’d missed while they were filming and was actually sort of looking forward to going away.

One of the guys on set had offered to take Harley and Sadie in while they were gone, a fact that had made Jared happy. He hated the idea of leaving his babies with a stranger and Bob had a couple of dogs of his own who seemed to get along with Harley and Sadie so it all worked out ok. The dogs were kind of getting their own vacation out of it.

“I’m gonna miss them,” Jared said softly once Bob had picked them up with assurances that they would be spoiled rotten over the next couple of weeks.

“I know, man,” Jensen replied. There wasn’t really anything else he could say.

Their flight was early the next morning so they spent a quiet evening watching TV and finishing their packing. They still didn’t know where they were going on this trip, and when Jensen had asked Michael he’d just been told to pack a bit of everything.

So not helpful.

“I bet he’s gonna have us go skydiving or something,” Jared suggested over dinner. “Ooh, or maybe we’ll do a safari. That’d be awesome.”

“Come on, man, it’s Rosenbaum,” Jensen grinned. “He’ll probably have us hitting every town that’s got a dirty sounding name so we can collect shot glasses.”

Jared snorted. “Awesome.”

“There’s a place in North Carolina called Horneytown. I gotta say, I’m curious.”

“Aww! You feeling horny, Jensen?” Jared asked with mock concern. “You should have said something, man. I know plenty of girls who would be willing.”

Jensen didn’t like the way this conversation was going so he decided to end it the way he always did when a change of subject was needed. “Fuck you, dude.”

Jared laughed and said, “Come on, we should go to bed. We have to be up in six hours to make our flight.”

He hated the way Jared said ‘let’s go to bed’ every night. Because for one fleeting moment he imagined them going upstairs together, hot bodies wrapping around each other as they fucked slowly before falling asleep.

Instead he went to bed alone and jerked off to the image.



“Why the hell didn’t we choose a later flight?” Jensen growled the next morning when he was up too damn early. It wasn’t even light outside yet.

Jared handed him a mug of coffee and patted his shoulder. “You can sleep on the plane. It’s a three hour flight.”

“Not long enough,” Jensen grumbled.

“Rosey called while you were in the shower,” Jared said as he handed Jensen a plate of pancakes. “He’s gonna meet us at the airport. Misha arrived at his place last night.”

Jensen tried not to think about the conversations they might have had over drinks. Fuck, why the hell hadn’t he just lied to Misha? So damn stupid.

“You ok?” Jared asked, cutting into his thoughts. “You kinda zoned out there.”

“Yeah, man,” Jensen smiled. “Just tired, you know.”

“Well, you need to eat up,” Jared replied. “Cab’s gonna be here in ten minutes. I’ll round up our stuff.”

Okay, so maybe this trip was going to be tougher than he thought.



Jared elbowed Jensen in the ribs as they were coming down the escalator at LAX and pointed. Michael had obviously attempted to disguise his appearance by wearing a New York Rangers cap and he was holding up a sign that read ‘Jason Teague and Dean Forester’.

Jensen sighed. This was going to be a long two weeks.

“Uh oh,” Michael said when they reached him and he saw the glare on Jensen’s face. “Looks like Jenny didn’t get enough beauty sleep last night.”

Jared grinned and wrapped an arm around Jensen’s shoulders, which did little to relieve the tension he was feeling. “You know he needs at least twelve hours a night. Guy picked totally the wrong line of work.”

“Can we stop talking and get coffee?” Jensen asked, resisting the temptation to lean into Jared. “Then you can mock me all you want.”

“Is that a promise?” Michael asked with a grin. “Come on, my car’s out front and we can hit Starbucks on the way to my place.”



Jensen did feel better once he’d had another injection of caffeine. Well enough to mock Michael for knowing the name of Jared’s Gilmore Girls character.

“You watched it, man, I know you did. Bet you had a thing for Lorelai.”

“Hell, no. It was Luke all the way for me,” Michael shot back as they pulled into his driveway. “Hey, lemme show you the van before we go inside. It’s awesome.”

The van in question was a white BMW and it was obvious from the way Michael’s eyes shone that it was his pride and joy.

“Check this out!” Michael said excitedly as he pressed a button on his keychain. The van’s alarm beeped three times as it disabled and then the engine started.

“And wait until you see the inside,” he said without waiting for any sort of reaction from Jared and Jensen. He slid open the side door and stepped back so they could see inside.

There was a set of furry dice hanging from the mirror, the seats were all lined with cream leather and a flat screen TV was mounted in the back.

“Dude, did you go on Pimp My Ride without telling anyone?” Jensen asked with a raised eyebrow as he took in the interior.

“No, man, this is all my own work. Didn’t I tell you it was awesome?”

He pressed a switch and strobe lights started to flash as he beamed at them.

Jared was now looking more than a little concerned. “Are you sure the five us are gonna fit in there? None of us are exactly small.”

“Apart from Misha,” Jensen added with a grin.

“Dude, he’s like an inch shorter than you.” Jared snorted.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I’m used to being dwarfed by your gigantic body. Misha probably feels like a munchkin standing next to you.”

“Whatever.”

“There’s plenty of room,” Michael chimed in. “Now let’s go and dump your stuff in the spare room and we can crack open the beers.”

Spare room? Singular? Oh, this was not good.



The bed stood out in the fairly bare room and the first thing Jensen thought was that it was nowhere near big enough. It was a king, but as Jared had pointed out, they weren’t exactly small guys. There was no way they were going to be able to avoid touching and if one of them rolled over in his sleep . . .

“Come on,” Michael said, giving Jensen a hearty slap on the back and jarring him out of his rather alarming thoughts. “Tom and Misha have already opened the beers. We’ve got some catching up to do.”

Jensen sighed and nodded. “Right.”

Apparently Tom and Misha had decided to settle for the afternoon in Michael’s entertainment room. Jensen couldn’t help but be impressed by the sheer amount of geeky stuff in there. There was an actual lightsaber hanging on the wall, an old games console in one corner of the room and a karaoke machine in the centre of it all. Michael’s love of karaoke had been the subject of many stories while Jensen had worked on Smallville. Thankfully he’d managed to avoid having to sing anything so far but he was suddenly painfully aware that his luck might have run out.

“Hey, you made it!” Tom waved a half empty beer bottle in their general direction but didn’t make any effort to get up from the couch

Misha grinned at them from a bean bag on the floor and also made no effort to get up.

“How was the flight?”

“Slept through most of it,” Jensen shrugged, accepting a cold beer from Michael and flopping down on the couch next to Tom.

“It was hilarious,” Jared laughed as he took a bean bag next to Misha. “He was snoring and there was so much drool I thought the stewardess was going to kick him out in the middle of the flight.”

“Fuck you,” Jensen grumbled. “I don’t snore.”

Jared grinned. “I guess we’ll find out tonight.”

“What?” Misha asked, blinking innocently at him. “You guys have never shared a room before in the whole time you’ve known each other?”

“Why would we?” Jensen replied, hoping his tone didn’t sound as snappy as he was feeling. Why the hell couldn’t Misha leave things alone? “We have our own trailers on set and they always put us in separate hotel rooms when we go anywhere.”

“Me and Tom used to crash in the same room all the time when we were working together,” Michael chimed in, and Jensen really wanted to kill everyone now.

“Only because you’d come into my room, drink the mini-bar dry and then pass out in my bed,” Tom pointed out.

Ok, Tom was on the safe list and so was Jared, but the other two were dead men.

“Oh, I’ve done that before,” Jared laughed. “Jensen just took my key and slept in my room.”

“Yeah, because you were sprawled out so much there was no room for me in the bed.”

Jensen decided the subject needed changing. Right now.

“So, Rosenbaum, what’s the plan for this trip of yours? Do we actually get to know where we’re going now?”

“Nope,” Michael replied with a grin. “Come on, it’s more fun this way. Just relax, have a few beers and all will be revealed in the morning.”

Jensen sighed. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

Part two

Comments

[skimthesurface.livejournal.com]

Sinced you mentioned Britishisms; Americans say things are "getting" cold, not "going" cold and seldom say that things take "ages", instead usually go with "forever" or some number of hours.
But anyway interesting start!

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Oh, thanks :) I do try to get an American to look over my fics for these things but it's easy to miss stuff in a fic this size

Thanks for commenting :)